The Office and Meeting

Saturday, August 8th

1:45 PM

Kelly was standing in the hall with her eyes closed, enjoying the warm feeling the pill was giving her when she heard the buzz. She opened her eyes in time to see the door open. The space beyond appeared to be a well-furnished office. She put a smile on her face and walked in. She could see a fancy desk off to one side that the professor was sitting at. One man was perched in a comfortable looking leather chair while the other was in his wheelchair. The chairs all faced each other but the three men were staring at her as she strode in. The brunette walked across the plush dark blue carpet and stopped a couple of feet from the three of them. Behind her, Kelly heard the door close.

The professor sat behind the desk in his brown tweed suit with his glasses perched halfway down his nose. The older man sat about six feet in front of the desk reclining in a silver powered wheelchair. She could see what she guessed were oxygen tubes running from inside the chair somewhere up to his nose. He was an old, wrinkly fellow that she guessed was in his 80s and was wearing a pair of brown slacks and a light gray polo shirt with a monogrammed "EB" on the right pocket. The man sitting to his right side was a balding fellow she guessed was in his late 40s. He was wearing a pair of black dress pants and a matching shirt except his monogram was "JB". Both were wearing identical brown leather loafers. They were bizarre outfits in her mind, to say the least.

"Hello Professor," she nodded in his direction and then turned to the two men. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," she offered with as warm a smile as she could muster.

Dr. Pierce addressed the men in his warm, monotone "Gentlemen, this is. . .," he began as the older man cut him off.

"Do we really need to go through this stupid song and dance?" the old man questioned. "Since the blonde wasn't the whore promised. I'm going to guess this is her. The blonde has bigger tits but this slut looks younger and has a nicer voice," he said with a sneer. "I think she'll do," he concluded. "I don't care to know her name, she's just our afternoon pussy," he finished with a dirty leer pasted to his face.

"Fair enough," the professor laughed, "After all, you are the boss this afternoon". He turned towards the coed, "You are here to make these fellows feel good, sweetheart. Just do as you are told and everything will be fine," he finished with a smug look of his own.

"Yes Sir," she replied as she turned fully towards the two men. She could feel the butterflies zipping around her stomach but the warm buzz in the back of her head kept her calm and docile. "What can I do for you, Sir?" she asked the old man with a lethargic smile.

"First thing you can do tramp is take your clothes off. Outside your mouth, the only things we're interested in with you are under those," the old fellow insisted. "I don't want to hear another word from you until we're done. Feel free to moan, groan and beg if you like slut but I don't need any of your fake respect. You're here because we wanted a cute fucktoy not because we care about anything you have to say".

She glanced at the professor and when he nodded reached down to remove the middy tie and finish unbuttoning her shirt. All three men stared intently when her breasts appeared as she pulled it off and dropped both articles to the floor. She then pulled the velcro fastener open in the top of her skirt and let it fall to the floor revealing her shaved pussy with an inch long strip of short brown hair forming a dainty landing strip above her slowly dampening kitty. Her face flushed red as she felt all the eyes in the room fixed on her young, fit body. She then slowly spun when the old man gestured letting them admire her smooth, firm ass. The men saw no tan lines, it was obvious Kelly was no sun-worshipper. Her skin was the color of a pristine, fresh snowfall.

"She'll definitely do," the old man teased. Then he looked at the coed and ordered, "Get on your knees and unzip my pants. Show me you know what your mouth is really for".

Kelly walked in the direction of the man's voice. She slowly felt her distaste subside as her young vagina continued to grow wetter. The warm fog in the back of her mind started to clear and turn to lust. She kneeled in front of the old man, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down. She then slipped his boxers down his legs and pulled them both off, which left her facing his wrinkled cock.

"Go ahead, girl. Suck me off," he commanded. "I don't have the strength to fuck you as you deserve. I'll leave that to John and Ronald. Just swallow my spunk, princess. I hear you college girls do that all the time".

Kelly ignored the barb and kept a smile on her face as she gently stroked the old man's dick. She offered another **** smile as she waited for it to totally stiffen. Then she lifted it up, kissed the tip, and took his wrinkly balls in her mouth. He lifted his bottom from the chair as best he could as her tongue teased his sack a bit. Then she kissed her way up his shaft and took it into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down his hard rod, her tongue teased his pole as she got a good rhythm going. It wasn't long at all before she felt his body start to stiffen. Before the brunette could react, the man grabbed the sides of her head with both hands and with surprising strength pulled her toward him until her nose touched his abdomen. She felt his five-inch cock begin to spit its creamy cargo straight down her throat.

After a minute he let her go. She popped to her feet and staggered away gasping for air. Kelly stopped when she backed into the desk. She heard all three men laughing at her panic as she tried to regain her cool. There was a tap on the coed's back and when she turned saw the professor holding out a glass of wine. The girl grabbed it and drank it down, using the moment to find a bit of composure.

"She's a natural cocksucker boys!" the older man howled after he'd caught his breath. "Your turn," he offered to the balding guy beside him. The old man smiled, "No need to be too nice. You aren't marrying this whore, just fucking her, John".

The son handed his cellphone over to the old man and took a second to explain how to continue taking video with it. He then stood up and looked at Kelly. "Are you ready for some more dick, honey?" he asked with a fake sincerity that sounded laced with contempt. "I can't wait to pump your cunt full of cum, whore," he said as he waved the professor away from behind the desk. As Dr. Pierce moved next to the elderly man, John grabbed Kelly by the hand and led her to the area where the professor had been sitting. He shoved everything on the desk to the floor and pushed her until she was bent over the top. She heard him unzip his pants and then the sound of them hitting the floor. He grabbed both her arms and held them behind her back with his left hand and used his knees to push her legs open a bit. "Make sure you record the hoe's face the whole time," he told his father as she felt his cockhead rub against her wet pussy.

Her eyes grew wide as she felt his huge python thrust deep inside her womanhood. She groaned as the largest, thickest cock she'd ever had claimed her warm, wet kitty. She almost sounded like she was purring to his ears.

"Enjoy it whore. My nine-inch cock is probably the biggest you'll ever get," he grunted as he slowly pulled back then slammed forward in a continuous rhythm. Her eyes almost rolled up into her head as she felt faint with each pounding. She could feel herself hugging his shaft as he kept hammering her velvet tunnel. "God you're a tight little thot," he groaned as she continued panting and moaning.

He drilled her unprotected slit for what felt like hours before the end came. "Yes!" he yelled as he thrust himself as deep as he could, released her arms, and pulled her hips back into him. "This is what you exist for, to take cock and collect jizz," he bellowed as his angry anaconda spewed what felt like gallons of semen deep inside Kelly's womb. John then stepped back but placed his palm in the middle of the brunette's back to keep her from slipping off the desk.

The professor fetched a sheath of papers from the floor and offered them to the grizzled businessman. "Your signature please," the professor said with a smile.

"Not quite yet, Ronald," the old man replied, "I told the slut she was getting both of your dicks and I'm no liar". He grabbed his briefcase, put it on his lap, and placed the contract on top. "I suspect that whore is just some campus floozy you slipped a couple of bucks to but I didn't get this far trusting assumptions". The old man slowly unfolded the contract on the briefcase and looked up. "I want you to fill that bitch's ass Ronald while I read and sign this. If you don't, I'm going to rip it up and burn it," the old man said solemnly. "It's the best way I can think of to make sure no **** charges pop up later".

The professor laughed, "I'll be happy to," and walked back behind the desk where John's palm on her back was still holding the coed up.

Kelly's eyes grew wide, "Wha. . .".

The old man interrupted. "Quiet harlot!" he yelled. "You have three holes and there's one left".

Kelly struggled a bit as John's palm held her in place. She heard another pair of pants hit the floor and a few minutes later felt a long, thick lubed rod slide between her asscheeks. "I would have preferred your sweet cunt, Kelly but it's full at the moment. I bet your ass is a good, tight replacement though," he laughed as she felt his cockhead slowly slide into her virgin puckered asshole. She felt lightheaded as it slid deeper. She then heard John say, "I bet this cumslut has never had an afternoon workout like this. . ." and missed the rest as her world went dark.

7:30 PM

Kelly's eyes slowly opened as she took in her surroundings. She saw she was in the back of Meredith's Ultima speeding across town. She looked around and found herself cleaned up. Someone had bothered to bathe her and put her in a blue jogging suit. The only thing that felt different to Kelly was a weird empty feeling in her bottom.

"Good evening, Kelly", Meredith sang from the driver's seat. When they stopped at a light, the blonde passed a bottle of juice back to her. Kelly took it and happily drank some. "I was nominated as finish the day as your chauffeur. I'll drop you off at your place. All your bags and clothes are in the trunk. Dr. Valentine is off to a conference in Europe. She'll email you in a few days and conduct your next session via videoconference," Meredith chirped in her usual sing-song voice.

"So what all was accomplished here?" Kelly asked as she tried to order her thoughts.

"Hopefully you are cured now," the blonde replied. "Dr. Valentine will cover all that in your next session. She's the expert, not me."

"So this is done?" Kelly replied.

"I don't know, the doctor will cover all that, sweetie," the blonde chirped back as turned the radio on.

The rest of the ride was dead silent except for the stereo noise as Kelly slowly finished the juice.

8:00 PM

The car stopped in front of Kelly's residence and Meredith hopped out and headed to the trunk. The coed stretched as the blonde brought her things from the back and handed them over.

"I guess this is goodbye?" Kelly asked as Meredith looked at her.

"Maybe, that'll be the doctor's decision," she said as she climbed back in the car.

Kelly waved as the car took off and carried her things up to her place. Home is where the heart is, she thought as she smiled and returned to her life.