You get it from both ends.

"Why not?" your boss....no, your Master...for that's what he is now, replies as he stands and unbuckles his belt.

You look up at him with submissive, almost adoring eyes as the older man keeps hammering his cock into your body, wanting nothing more than for Mr. Chandler to take you and use your mouth. Your tummy flutters with degraded excitement, eager to fulfil your purpose as a bitch full of fuck holes, there to serve the pleasure of strong and ruthless men. As he drops his pants and exposes his half-hard cock you open your slutty mouth like the obedient little fuck pig you've become, yearning for him to thrust it into you.

He doesn't disappoint you. Grabbing a handful of your raven hair he lifts your head and fills your soft mouth with his meat, grunting softly as you start to suck. The sensation of being fucked at both ends is overwhelming, and you feel the building orgasm inside you racing towards explosion. You grind back against Mr. Gavin's impaling shaft as you suck madly at your Master's cock, swirling your tongue around it and rubbing your tongue piercing under the sensitive head.

"You've got her well trained," the older man laughs. "Was she hard to break?"

"She resisted for a while, but it didn't take much. Honestly, I wish she'd have worked harder. It was almost too easy."

"Yes, the bigger the fight they put up, the more fun they are," Mr. Gavin chuckles, grunting as he fucks your trembling body. "I remember how hard it was to break your wife in. She was a tough little battlecat."

"She still is," your Master laughs. "But she knows her place. We were talking about how you and I shared her when she was my secretary."

"That must be, what? Ten years ago? Great times. I remember it well."

"So does she. I think we could arrange a reunion if you're interested."

You're quivering as the men spitroast you, chatting casually about fucking another woman as they do. As if you aren't even there, at least not as a human. And to them you aren't, you realise. You really are just a collection of holes for them to fuck. You feel utter shame at the realisation, and even greater shame at the wave of excitement at your degradation that ripples through your body, sparking an orgasm that makes you writhe between the impaling cocks.

"The sow just came," Mr. Gavin says, slapping your ass. "You don't come without permission, bitch. Behave yourself."

You whine around your Master's thrusting cock, unable to control the shuddering spasms that wrack your sweet young body.

"You need another lesson," your Master sneers, grabbing two handfuls of your hair and holding your head as he presses his fat cock deeper. "Swallow it bitch. I want this in your throat."

The thick shaft fills your mouth, pressing against the back of your throat and making you gag, as your hands feebly try to push him back. It's hopeless, he's far too strong and you work your jaw trying to open yourself wider, wanting desperately to please him. Even if it chokes you.

"Fuck, that's good!" Mr. Gavin grunts, driving balls deep into you and squeezing your ass. "She convulses nicely when you make her gag! Keep it up!"

Your Master laughs cruelly and keeps the pressure on you, holding you helpless as he forces his cock against the opening of your throat. You're flailing frantically, terrified that you can barely breath, aware of another orgasm building in your center at the glorious **** you're taking.

"That's the way sow!" your Master laughs as his cock slides into your throat, his heavy balls resting against your chin as you stare up at him, your eyes streaming with tears. You can't stop your orgasm, and it breaks over you like a wave, making your shuddering body buck and writhe on the desk as the two cocks impale you.

"Oh Fuck Yes!" Mr. Gavin crows as he pounds into your drenched and greedy pussy, his fat cock throbbing inside you as it spurts hot jets of seed into your sweet young cunt. You writhe, milking him with your cunt muscles, wanting every drop of him even as your eyes roll back in your head and you near the black out point from lack of oxygen.

With a savage snarl, your Master explodes in your throat, filling you with hot salty cream as he sneers down at you.

You can't stop yourself from coming again, overwhelmed by the sensations of being used so brutally, and of being owned by such a strong and ruthless master.