Buisness Playmates

The man, clad in an expensive suit, acts surprisingly suave, as he casually takes our leash. I look up in time to catch the exchange, and see a rather pleased look on his face, aimed at our as-of-yet unnamed co-worker, "I'm sure we can look after your ... playmates. I'll make sure they are well cared for. How long can we expect to keep them in our care?", and as he inquired, I felt his hand ruffling through my hair, casually playing with me. I watch as his two compatriots walk around each of us, casually examining our naked bodies closely. I remain still, casting my gaze downward, and feel his hand come to rest on my shoulder. "However long you desire. Slut's love being dominated, don't they, my pretty pets?", which causes them to laugh at her casual attitude of domination over us. Tiffany makes a sound of displeasure then, though no one else seemed to care; not enough to notice, anyway.

Tiffany, on my left, shoots her left leg out then, which the businessman deftly caught, making a clicking sound with his tongue, "My, you're a feisty one, aren't you? That would make this all the sweeter." With that, he yanked on her hair, pulling her head back forcefully, eliciting a surprised gasp from Tiffany, her exposed breasts bouncing as a result. I felt the guy next to me place his other hand on the small of my back, playfully rubbing his hand across my exposed skin, clearly enjoying what he saw. His hand on my shoulder moved around and cupped my breasts, and I gasped as pleasure welled ever higher within me. With that, he grasped my ass, cupping it briefly before swiftly planting himself upon my back and casually upon my rear as though mounting a horse. I gasped aloud at the sudden pressure, and my body orgasmed, despite myself, as he slapped my ass, pinching my breast just then.

Tiffany started to make a defiant sound but switched swiftly to a moan as her new man pulled back once more on her hair, his left hand caressing her exposed skin, caressing her cheek with his fingers. I caught a satisfied expression on my unknown co-worker's face, who commented before leaving, "They both work at the local hospital ... take them there once you've had your fun."

With that, she left, leaving us naked and very much at the mercy of these men. Just then I heard Tiffany moan loudly beside me, "There, that's better, don't you think? Submission is becoming of you." I see her shake a bit, before moaning once more. Just then, the man upon me pressed himself against my back, and I had to re-adjust simply to remain on my feet. I gasped, my body squirming under him, and he chuckled softly, his hand on my breast giving in a squeeze. I felt my pleasure rise even higher as she slapped my ass, and then I heard Tiffanny moan loudly, looking down at the ground as he grabbed her breasts.

Meanwhile, the apparent leader simply watched, and chuckled, before walking to stand before Tiffany. He pulled softly on her lead, "You fight, even if you seem to enjoy being ****. Interesting.", and she gasp then, causing him to chuckle, before giving her leach some slack, and moving to walk before me. "You seem more willing to submit. This is good." He patted my head, giving my leach a playful tug, before giving me some slack in my lead. He moved to stand before us, turning to face us, "Alright lads, let's make a show of our dominance. They chuckle loudly, which is soon followed by him giving both of our leads a tug, forcing us to crawl toward him, made harder by the weight of his buddies on our backs. We move slowly forward, our asses swaying widely from side to side, the friction of which made my shaved mound only grow ever wetter as its folds rubbed softly upon themselves. I gasp, and Tiffany moaned as we were led around the group. I notice the number of people here has only grown, and they cheer them on as we're made to openly show our submission.

I felt hands rub across me as we were made to walk past an untold number of people, eating and shouting excitedly. I hear people shout encouragement at them, but beyond a few words, such as 'slut', I don't catch much. Mercifully, they stop walking once we've crawled through one loop around the food trucks. "Looks like it's time to break you in a bit, make sure your submission sticks. Any ideas?"