Intern Gangbang 2 (2 page)

Mr. Powers grabbed my breasts, pinched my nipples and pulled. I cried out.

"Remain still, or I can always squeeze more." He gave my breasts a quick hard squeeze to demonstrate. When he did, another shudder ran through me. My breasts hurt, but his hands there, squeezing, sending pain through me, while I was bound and helpless was surprisingly arousing. I whimpered – I'm sure he thought from pain or fear, but it was from the growing sense of wanting, craving.

Soon enough Fonda was done. The strap-on was hanging from the back of my head, held firmly in place by the harness around my face and neck.

That's when Mr. Powers stepped up to me, his cock against my face. I struggled, tried turning away, but Fonda held my head firm in her hands and Mr. Powers pushed his cock against my mouth. I refused to part my lips, but then he pinched my nostrils shut. I held as long as I could, finally gasping for breath. When I did, he shoved his cock all the way in, touching the back of my throat.

I gagged, at first, but then he pulled back and shoved again. This time I pushed under his cock with my tongue, guided it a bit, then when he pulled back I sucked as hard as I could.

He gasped, then shoved in hard, and once again I pushed under his cock with my tongue. He still touched the back of my throat, but not as hard.

I moaned – I wanted him to keep thrusting. I felt myself growing dripping wet – I still wore my panties, and they were beyond damp now. Then Fonda moved forward, her pussy against the back of my head, the strap-on slipping inside her cunt. She moaned, pulled back just a bit then thrust against the back of my head, forcing my face forward, making me take his cock in even deeper.

Then I heard them, felt them, their bodies pressed against one another above my head, kissing, his hands on her shoulders, on her breasts, her hands holding my head still.

He thrust harder, faster. She did as well. They were both fucking my head – he with his cock so deep in my mouth it felt as if he would stretch my jaws apart, she slamming her pussy against the back of my head, taking the strap-on deep inside her.

My own breathing, already difficult because of the way they surrounded my head with their crotches, came fast and shallow now, my heart slammed inside my chest.

Sweat rolled off their bodies, mingling with the sweat on my own body. I pulled at the ropes with all I was worth – I wanted desperately to touch them, caress their bodies – but I couldn't wiggle my arms even an inch.

I realized I was clenching my legs together as tightly as I could, thrusting my own hips, trying with all I was worth to cum.

I sucked as hard as I could each time Mr. Powers pulled back, then rammed my head backwards as forcefully as I could every time he thrust forward, pushing the strap-on deep into Fonda.

I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep going – God, I wanted so badly to cum, I realized I was actually crying. I didn't care.

I felt Fonda wrap her fingers with my hair and pull harder. Mr. Powers slammed against me with more force, his balls hitting me on the chin, his public hair scratching my face.

Fonda was gasping now, even as they kissed. My own breathing – strained as it was around Mr. Powers cock – was shallow and jagged.

She screamed, he called her name. They moved even faster, slamming against my head, my face. I tried calling out, moaning, but what little sound I could make was swallowed by their cries. Then Mr. Powers came, an explosion of gooey, salty cum filling my mouth, spurting down my throat, rolling over my lips and down my chin.

Fonda cried out, and I felt her cum, body shuddering, out of control, her own juices coating the strap-on, dripping down , matting my hair.

They kept moving – I'd never been with a man who came for so long, who kept thrusting, his cum continuing to fill my mouth.

My own body was on the edge of control. My heart pounded, my own juices dripped from my pussy, matted my panties, slipped down onto my thighs.

Finally the two of them slowed, their gasping became heavy breathing, their movements coming to a stop. Mr. Powers pulled his cock from my mouth, Fonda stepped from behind me. Cum covered my mouth, chin, trickled down along the front of my throat.

She squatted in front of me, licked my lips then kissed me, her long, pointy tongue going deep into my mouth while her hands worked the strap-on, unfastening the harness and belt portions. She pulled it from my head, then stood and forced her pussy against my face.

"Kiss me," she whispered.

I pressed my lips to her pussy, kissed, then slipped my tongue into her cunt.

She gasped, then put her hands on the back of my head and shoved my face against her pussy.

"Yes," she whispered.

I explored, tasted, ran my tongue along her clit. Again, she twisted my hair around her fingers, held me hard and fast against her pussy while she thrust forward. Her body shuddered, spasms rolling up and down as she cam again. She yanked so hard I feared she might pull my hair out, yet I didn't care. I bit gently, licked, shoved my tongue in as deeply as I could.

She screamed, body out of control, her juices coating my face.

Mr. Powers knelt behind me, reached around and began fondling my breasts. They were sore, but the sensation of his hands there, touching, playing, caressing, was more than I could take. My whole body seemed to convulse, shivers and shudders running through me, waves of ecstasy washing over me.

I pulled back from Fonda and cried out. She yanked me forward by my hair while Mr. Powers squeezed my nipples.

"Don't you dare stop you little slut," she called out, thrusting back and forth against me so hard it hurt.

Finally, again, her thrusting slowed, her body stopped shivering. My own climax rolled through me like a violent, swirling summer storm. My body ached, my mouth hurt, yet the pleasure, the feeling of helplessness, of being a sexual toy, drove me. I cried out again, clenching my legs so tight they hurt.

Mercifully, when I felt like I couldn't go on, I came, so hard it felt like my body was one giant, pleasurable muscle cramp.

I gasped, and then my body began to slow, my breathing recaptured some semblance of normal, my heart still beat fast, but no longer felt like it was going to burst through my chest.

They stepped away from me, kissing one another, caressing, while I knelt on the floor, watching. They stopped after a couple of minutes, stepped over to me and both sat on the floor.

"You enjoy that my darling?" Fonda asked.

I nodded.

"Well, my dear, we didn't give you permission to cum, now did we?"

Before I could say anything, they pushed me to the ground, face first, and Mr. Powers spanked me, his open palm smacking my ass over and over. I flinched, struggled, tried to roll away, but Fonda held me tight.

I cried, tears rolling down my face, like I was a child, begging them to stop.

After maybe fifteen or so smacks, he did. Mr. Powers rubbed my ass, gently, though it burned from his spanking, while Fonda took my face in her hands.

"If you're going to remain with our firm, you must learn to follow instructions. Tonight, your training begins."

The End (For now)

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