I was sore all over. Every inch of my body ached. My throat was raw and the edges of my lips cracked from being overstretched. I limped slightly and it hurt to remain sitting in the same position for too long, making it nearly impossible to work. The pounding Klay's cock dealt out last night was taking its toll, not helped by the fact I had been kept up, and working hard, all night. Worst of all, however, was the heavy feeling in my stomach. Out from under the direct spell of lust, the guilt was setting in hard. I kept picturing Alvin's face, watching as his mother had debased herself, allowing his worst enemy to use her body for his sexual pleasure. It would be traumatic enough to witness your mother having sex under normal circumstances, but to see her be a cockslave to your tormentor, devoid of thought, chasing pleasure through whatever abuse he dealt out had to be devastating. I couldn't believe what I had done. I was the worst mother. I couldn't do this again. I sat in my office, fidgeting with my phone. I knew what I had to do, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. As much anguish as I wallowed in, physically and mentally, I couldn't help but crave the pleasure I had felt last night. Part of the horrifying memories were the string of body wracking orgasms Klay's cock had driven me too. Finally, I overcame my selfish desire and typed out a quick text.
"Klay, this is Kirstin. I had a lot of fun last night, but it was wrong of me. I can't do that to Alvin or myself. What you did was very demeaning to me and women and general and I hold myself to a higher standard. I can't see you again." I paused staring at it, not wanting to send. I thought back to feeling of Klay slamming his thick, long rod into me, my pussy stretching around it, rippling as it came and felt my panties dampen. My finger hovered over the send button, trembling. Closing my eyes, I pressed down, breathing out a sigh of relief.
After having sent it, the day seemed to go faster. Although I became occasionally distracted, I could at least somewhat focus on work. After a couple of hours, I found myself getting hungry. I hit the intercom to call Gabbie, my intern, to order lunch, but there was no answer. I poked my head out of the office, but she also wasn't at her desk. Strange. Gabbie was a student at the local college, and was usually very responsible. I guessed she had gone to lunch and had just forgotten to tell me. I thought about getting lunch for myself and getting some fresh air, but releasing my limp might draw some attention I decided just to wait. I went back to work and was quickly reabsorbed. After some time, there was soft knock at the door.
"Come in," I answered, looking up. Gabbie opened. She was not her usual put together self. Her makeup had run, and her hair was mess. Her blouse looked as if it had been torn open and then hastily unbuttoned, not quite evenly. This was quite unlike her, I thought confused at what was happening. She opened her mouth to speak, but only yelped as a hand spanked her ass. Klay stepped out from behind her and suddenly everything made sense. I saw it happen in my mind's eye. Klay had come here for me, but entering the building he saw Gabbie. She was a cute little thing, barely five feet tall with perky, yet small, tits and a matching little butt. I pictured Klay forcing his cock into her mouth and bending her over the front desk, slamming a rod a fifth of her size into her tiny dripping pussy. A surge of jealousy and desire coursed through my body. I snapped back to reality as Klay walked past her into the room. He snapped his fingers, pointing in front of him. Gabbie shuffled in shyly, looking up at me and blushing. She mouthed "I'm sorry" to me, but I shook my head, understanding. I had been her place just the night before. She lowered herself to her knees, awkwardly. In her place, she got more confident, pulling Klay's fly down, and reaching in trying to fish out his cock. It was a struggle, the massive dimension making it difficult to wrestle through the fly. He was paying her no attention, his eyes drilling into mine, freezing me in my chair. Gabbie had succeeded finally, his massive log flopping out. It shone already with wetness, probably from her pussy. She whimpered happily, leaning in and licking his cock up and down. I bit my lip, squirming as her little pink tongue ran up and down his thick tan cock, tracing the veiny underside.
"Jealous?" He asked, his voice a cruel probe. I shook my head, my face getting red, thighs rubbing together as he stared into me. Gabbie now had her mouth wrapped around his cock, struggling to handle it, her lips stretched as wide as they could go. Slobber ran down the sides of his shaft as she slurped loudly, her effort admirable. He started to thrust his hips, shaking his head at me. Gabbie gagged loudly, her throat bulging as Klay worked himself deeper with violent thrust. He clapped down on her head, keeping her in place. Her tiny frame shock as he buried his rod in her gullet. His massive legs, their muscles flexed and bulging, each wider than her stick thin body. Ever careful, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse as her body was wracked by gags. Her throat bulged. Her upturned breasts shook with the force he his thrust were dealing out, pointy dark brown nipples jiggling. Klay reached down, giving it a vicious twist. She squealed around the fat meat buried deep in her windpipe.
Suddenly, he grabbed her by her hair, jerking her to her feet. She let out a squeal, luckily masking my own I hoped, but Klay's smirk told me I was probably out of luck. Klay lifted her, laying her across my desk. She flipped her skirt up, revealing a pantieless crotch thighs slickly coated with the juices dripping from the neatly shaved slit between her legs. Her clit was beacon, erect and shining. He slapped her cunt cruelly, and she shuddered, moaning low, thighs quivering. He slammed himself in, no doubt having already made her accustomed to taking the whole thing. A soft moan fell from my lips as his hard cock fell into hers. Her wetness filled the room with a soft splashing sound. She threw her head back, eyes rolling deep into her head, breath was ragged. I saw a bulge in her stomach when he went deep. My hand slid under my skirt, brushing past a pair of soaked panties, to find the nub of clit.
"Her tits are too small, take yours out," Klay barked at me. She tried to apologize to him, but could not find her voice, breath being driven from her chest as she took a cock the size of her forearm deep into her gut.
"Don't worry baby, your tight little cunt more than makes up for it," he reassured her, voice surprisingly gentle. I hurriedly tried to undo my blouse, roughly tugging my bra down. The cool air tickled my now exposed tits and I tried to tell myself that's why my nipples were hard. Gabbie was cumming now, shaking on my desk as Klay brutally pistoned into her. A gush of fluid soaked my desktop. With a kindness I did not he was capable of, he leaned over, kissing her gently. She kissed back, giving her mouth to his tongue, their bodies rhythms fusing as she writhed on his cock. I moaned low, a second finger sinking deep into my gushing cunt. He looked up at me, a cruel grin smeared across his face, not separating his lips from hers. She remained unaware of my existence at the moment. She wrapped her limbs around him tightly, hugging her petite little frame around his massive, muscle bound torso. Her breasts dragged across his chest. He stood up, lifting her body with him. Gravity was forcing her down, impaling the tiny tight tunnel down onto his fat rod before his powerful thighs drove her back to the peak of his cock. She was limp in his arms, moaning loudly.
"Remember what you are now, whore?" He voice was pointed, but showed no strain as he effortless held and fucked Gabbie. I nodded, breathless.
"Will you ever forget again?" This time I shook my head, rapidly.
"Good. Now get in your place," He ordered. I knew what that meant and obediently crawled over, kneeling beneath him. Splashes of Gabbie's fluids rained down on my head. I lowered myself, softly placing my lips on Klay's swinging scrotum. As his taste hit my tongue, my body shuddered, fingers finding my cunt again. I began fingering myself, as my tongue traced the trails of sweat on his heavy sack. He picked up speed, grunting as he slammed himself into Gabbie's tight slit. She was screaming out in pleasure. My fingers matched his pace, my eyes closing, imaging he was fucking me instead. I burned with lust and jealousy, savoring the feel of Klay's fat testicles as I buried my face in his crotch. They twitched, each large lump turning slowly in the tight thick skin of the sack. He grunted louder, picking up his pace. She moaned low, fluid surging from her spasming slit, soaking my head. His thighs bucked forward, once twice. Gabbie's moans reached a fever pitch, and my head was showered with sloppy mix of their fluids. I joined them, my fingers driving me to orgasm.
