Chapter 33 GETTING RAILED BY MY HOT BOSSES PART 1
Kinks: office sex, threesome, double penetration
The office was dead quiet that night, just the hum of the air conditioner and the click of keyboards breaking the silence. I, had stayed late again, buried in spreadsheets with my two bosses, Vaughn and Vincent. Vaughn, the tall, muscular one at 40, sat across from me, his commanding eyes flicking up from his screen now and then. Vincent, 38 with his dark hair and sharp confidence, was next to him, his presence always making my skin tingle. We were the only ones left in the building, the city lights twinkling through the windows like distant stars. I felt the weight of the day on me, but also this undercurrent of heat building in my chest.
My tight skirt hugged my curvy hips, and my blouse strained a bit over my breasts. I loved this job, but more than that, I craved the way they looked at me—like I was theirs to command.
As the clock ticked past midnight, the tension snapped. Vaughn leaned back in his chair, stretching his strong arms.
'Lia, you've been working hard,' he said, his voice low and rough. 'Time to relax a little.' Vincent smirked, closing his laptop.
'Yeah, let's see that sexy side of yours.' My heart raced. I knew what they meant. I'd fantasized about this for months—them taking control, dominating me right here on the desk. I stood up slowly, my firm ass shifting under the fabric, and walked toward them.
Vaughn grabbed my wrist first, pulling me onto his lap. His hands were strong, gripping my waist as his lips crashed into mine. The kiss was hungry, his tongue pushing in deep, tasting like coffee and power. I moaned softly, my body melting against his hard chest.
Vincent didn't wait. He came up behind me, his breath hot on my neck.
'Good girl, Lia. You want this, don't you?' he whispered, his hands sliding up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher. I nodded, breathless, as Vaughn's mouth moved to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Their hands explored me eagerly—Vaughn cupping my breasts through my blouse, pinching my nipples until they hardened, while Vincent's fingers traced the edge of my panties. I felt so exposed, so wanted, in this empty office that usually held boring meetings. The thrill of it made my pussy ache with need.
'Yes,' I gasped. 'I want you both.'
They chuckled, dark and promising, as they stripped my blouse off, buttons popping free.
Vaughn lifted me off his lap and set me on the desk, papers scattering to the floor.
Vincent yanked my skirt down, leaving me in just my lace panties and heels. My curvy body trembled under their gaze—my full breasts heaving, my firm ass pressing against the cool wood.
'Look at her,' Vaughn growled. 'So fucking ready.'
He unzipped his pants, his thick cock springing out, hard and veined. Vincent did the same, his dick just as big, curving slightly. I licked my lips, my submissive side kicking in hard. I loved giving head, feeling them control my mouth.
Dropping to my knees between them, I took Vaughn first, wrapping my hand around his base and sucking the head into my mouth. He tasted salty, musky, and I moaned around him, taking him deeper until he hit the back of my throat.
'That's it, suck my cock like the slut you are,' Vaughn commanded, his strong hand tangling in my hair, guiding me.
I bobbed eagerly, my tongue swirling along the underside, saliva dripping down my chin. Vincent stroked himself watching, then stepped closer.
'My turn, Lia. Don't forget me.'
I pulled off Vaughn with a wet pop and switched to Vincent, sucking him deep, my cheeks hollowing. He groaned, thrusting gently into my mouth.
'Fuck, your mouth feels good. Deeper, baby.' I gagged a little but pushed on, loving the way they used me. Their dominance made my pussy throb, wetness soaking my panties.
I alternated between them, sucking one while stroking the other, my moans vibrating against their skin. Vaughn's hand tightened in my hair.
'You're ours tonight, Lia. No holding back.' The words sent a shiver through me, mixing fear and excitement—I was theirs, completely.
They didn't let me kneel long. Vaughn scooped me up like I weighed nothing and laid me back on the desk, my legs spreading wide. Vincent ripped my panties off, exposing my shaved pussy, already glistening.
'Look at that wet cunt,' Vincent said, his voice thick with lust.
'Begging for us.' I whimpered, my body arching as Vaughn's mouth descended first. He spread my thighs wider with his strong hands and licked my pussy from bottom to top, his tongue flat and firm. Pleasure shot through me like fire.
'Oh god, Vaughn,' I cried, my fingers clutching the desk edge. He sucked my clit hard, then plunged his tongue inside me, fucking me with it while his thumb circled my entrance.
Vincent watched for a moment, stroking his cock, then moved to my ass. He lifted my hips slightly, his dark eyes locked on mine.
'Time to taste this tight ass, Lia.' He spread my cheeks, and I felt his hot breath before his tongue licked my asshole, slow and teasing at first. The sensation was intense, dirty, making me squirm.
'Fuck, yes,' I moaned, overwhelmed by both of them.
Vaughn kept devouring my pussy, sucking and lapping noisily, while Vincent rimmed me deeper, his tongue pushing against my hole. Their mouths worked in tandem, wet sounds filling the office. I felt so full of sensation, my body on fire. Emotions swirled— the trust I had in them, the way they made me feel desired and owned.
'You like that, don't you? Our little office whore,' Vaughn murmured against my folds, his words vibrating through me.
Vincent pulled back just enough to speak.
'She's dripping for us. Push her closer, Vaughn.'
They took turns then, switching places. Vincent's mouth on my pussy was aggressive—he sucked my clit like he owned it, two fingers sliding inside me, curling to hit that spot.