Page 29 of Ménage My Bosses

Rob pushes two fingers in me, twisting them until he finds my G-spot. He presses, and I whimper my pleasure around West’s cock.

Rob’s tongue establishes a steady rhythm on my clit that drives me wild. His hands move to my breasts, squeezing each with just the right pressure. I straddle the line between erotic pleasure and pain. West thrusts his thick length into my mouth. I breathe in and try to swallow all of him. He moves his hand to the back of my neck, encouraging my effort.

This is intense and overwhelming. My secret fantasies are colliding with reality and merging into one. Hot desire knifes through me. My muscles quiver and I tremble all over. “Please,” I mumble around West’s length. “Please. . .”

They’re consuming me. I’m pulling against my restraints, wiggling and writhing in building excitement on the wooden chair. Every sensation sends me to new heights of arousal. My mind is blank, a familiar quiver running through my body. My pussy contracts. My climax approaches with the intensity of a tsunami.

West comes with a muted shout, groaning in satisfaction as he finds his release. My throat floods with his load, and that’s the push I need. I explode, muscles convulsing. I float from one orgasm to another until I can’t take anymore.

I slump in the chair as Rob undoes my restraints. My conscience chooses that moment to mount a renewed assault.

What the hell was I thinking? I thought I could keep things casual, but this doesn’t feel casual. But it’s more than that. I’m having sex with West and Rob under false pretenses. West just came in my mouth. How would he react if he knew I wasn’t some anonymous stranger after all, but his employee? Rob ate me out. What would he think of my charade?

This isn’t right. This isn’t fair.

The massive bed draws my gaze. What will we do next? Will one of them fuck me, thrusting his thick cock into my needy pussy? Will they finger my ass? Will they slick lube into me and slide into that tight hole?

It’s getting late. Time marches on. I can ignore my conscience again, or I can finally reveal the truth. No matter what the cost.

No more lies. I take a deep breath and open my mouth.

But before I can tell them who I am, Rob removes his mask. “I thought I could do this, but I can’t,” he says. “Tell us what’s going on, Mel.”


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