Meet the boss: 9> Susan
written by:
Chris-t6290

While the rest of my staff headed out for the weekend, I, on the other hand, was stuck with the quarterly reports, which had to be ready for collection tomorrow. Having figured it would take me a few more hours, I ordered a cab for then.

‘Angh, no, now what?' I said to myself, almost out loud, having noticed another mistake. Just then, Nigel popped his head in the doorway of my office.

"How goes it, Susan?" he enquired respectfully.

"Don't ask, it's driving me nuts," I informed him.

"Would it help if I took a look at it for you?" he proffered.

"Would you? While I make a drink," I rejoined. And leaving Nigel to cast his exceptionally expert eyes over it, I went to the kitchen and made a mug of tea.

Having soon returned, he explained where the mistake was, and informed me that he had corrected it.

"Thanks Nigel. Now, why don't you go and enjoy yourself? I'm sure your lady friend, Amy is it..." I started to say.

"No, we broke up a few weeks ago," he informed me.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, and for bringing it up, I do apologise."

"That's alright, Susan, you weren't to know. Anyway, if you want, I don't mind staying and helping you," Nigel said voluntarily.

"You sure? Well, okay then," I rejoined, accepting his assistance, and together we soon finished it up; running off a hard copy, with an hour to spare before my cab was scheduled to take me to the train terminus.

"I don't know about you, Nigel, but now that's done and dusted I could do with a stronger drink," I informed him; whereupon, I got up from my office chair, went over to a nearby cabinet, and soon returned with a bottle of bourbon and two glasses, into which I poured us both a near double shot.

"Cheers, Nigel, and thanks," I exclaimed appreciatively, as I knocked mine back.

"Em, ho, that most definitely hits the spot, although I shouldn't really drink on a near empty stomach," I informed my subordinate worker.

"Why's that, Susan?" he coyly enquired, having taken a sip of his.

"Well, Nigel, you'd need to forget I'm your boss," I said, and then undid the top three buttons of my blouse, before moving around to Nigel's side of my desk where I perched on it.

Taking the glass from Nigel's right hand, I placed it on the table and rested his noticeably humid palm on my nylon-clad thigh, just above the knee.

"Couldn't this be considered, sexual harassment?" he suggested.

"Like I said, forget I'm your boss, Nigel, and it needn't matter," I assured him, as I placed my hand on his and slid it up my nylon clad thigh.

"That's so you know I'm wearing stockings and not tights," I elucidated, as his hand came into contact with the garter clip holding it up, and I unbuttoned the cuffs of my blouse.

"You probably don't know, or didn't realise it, but, I've wanted you for quite some while; however, and as you quite rightly pointed out, that would, could have been awkward," I intimated.

Leaning forwards, some, I slowly moved to kiss Nigel; him remaining where he is suggesting that he wanted me, too, as I touched my lips to his. Then, and taking a deep breath, I placed my hands behind Nigel's neck and kissed him.

For the next few minutes we were somewhat over each other like a bad rash: he, undoing my blouse and kissing my neck, shoulders, breasts, midriff and breasts again, before, and with my help, managing to unclip my bra to expose my now hard nipples which he sucked on while I undid his tie and shirt.

"Ahem," a man's voice cut through the air.

"Working late, I see," exclaimed Roger, a ne're-do-well employee, and one who I've had to have words with about his performance.

Looking over to him as he stood in my office doorway his arms folded and a smutty grin on his face having caught me with Nigel, I said: "It's not what it seems, Roger." Quickly easing Nigel up and covering what there is of my dignity with my red blouse, before getting up myself.

"What's not what it seems?" Roger scoffed.

"From where I'm standing, Susan, I'd have to say you two were in the preliminary throws of bonking, screwing, fucking even," he mordantly remarked. "But hey, don't let me interrupt your show," he added sardonically.

Somewhat defending me, Nigel rejoined: "It's after hours, Roger, alright."

"For which, I'm sure, Susan will no doubt be claiming overtime," Roger exclaimed.

Unfolding my arms, which I dropped to my side, I shrugged my blouse off my shoulders; whereupon, it slid down my arms and landed on the floor, followed soon after by my bra.

"It's okay, Nigel, Roger wants a show, so...!" suggesting giving him one, as I turned Nigel back and towards me.

"I think Roger would just love to watch me suck a subordinate's cock," I said brazenly, as I went to undo the lambs wool trousers of Nigel's charcoal grey suit.

"I wanna see more than that, Susan," Roger remarked gloatingly, and with a lurid expression.

"But do, by all means, carry on," he continued, while showing no noticeable sign of being turned on by my familiarity.

Having undone his belt, along with the button, I genuflected in front of Nigel and then slowly slid down the zipper with a rasping noise. Lowering his trousers, my face some inches away from his groin, I noticed Nigel's constrained cock move in his jockey shorts as it responded to what would be.

Lifting his feet out of his trousers, which he placed on the floor, I turned Nigel and Me so that Roger could get a good view of us. Taking a firm hold of Nigel's waistband, I slowly rolled his pants, down and over his nice firm buttocks, exposing his firm manhood, which sprang to attention.

Having now moved somewhat closer, Roger indicated: "Just the head, Susan. Lick it and then suck it."

‘Being as close as he was, if Roger's got any ideas about fucking me, he can go fuck himself,' I minded myself. Which is all well and good, but, with what I was doing, I was somewhat digging a deeper hole for myself.

Having done as Roger intimated, I held Nigel's phallus erect and against his body and then slowly ran my tongue tip up and down his shaft a few times before moving it to his scrotum. There, I used my tongue to play with his balls before sucking one of them while I stroked his cock.

"Em, yes, oh yes, Susan," Nigel moaned, in response.

"Very well done, Susan," remarked Roger mordantly.

"Now, clasp your hands behind you while Nigel fucks your mouth, or, to quote Prince: fucks the taste out of your mouth," he concluded gleefully.

Having placed my hands behind me, I then took Nigel's cock into my mouth and moved back and forth on it.

"No, no, no, people," Roger exclaimed.

"I want you to sit up, Susan, while Nigel holds your head and fucks his cock into your pretty little mouth; without cumming, though," he all but insisted.

Moving back, and with my mouth open, Nigel placed his hands on my head and fed his warm manhood into my mouth and started to fuck me with it; somewhat forcefully, I might add.

"Ummf, ummf, ummf," I mumbled, with the sheer force of it.

Eventually stopping short of actually cumming, Nigel took it from me.

Looking up at him, I noticed he was upset, no doubt as a result of being made to fuck my mouth. "It's okay, Nigel, it was nice, really it was," I did my best to assure him.

"Okay, Roger, what next?" I passively enquired, knowing full well that he would not be satisfied until he had seen Nigel fuck me, and no doubt in my tight little ass.

Squeezing his chin, as if to give the impression he's thinking about it, Roger removed his hand and said: "Contrary to what you might think, Susan, it's only fitting that Nigel, here, returns the pleasure with his tongue. Yes, I want to see you eat Susan's cunt!"

Helping me up, Nigel undid my close fitting skirt, which he eased over my shapely butt, thereby revealing my black thong.

"Smell her," Roger enjoined, his arms now folded.

Moving his head closer, so that it was cms away from my panties, Nigel took a long deep breath, one that had the usual effect on me, and which I managed to stifle by biting my lip.

Having helped me to step out of my skirt, Nigel took a hold of the front waistband of my thong and then slowly eased it down, thereby exposing my nicely groomed raven bush.

"Not one for shaving, then, Susan, I quite like that," Roger remarked, the tone of his voice suggesting he'd like a piece of me.

"Bury your head in her cunt, Nigel, as you take them off," Roger directed him.

Moving closer, I felt Nigel's nose nudge against me as he slid my panties down my calves. Lifting my left foot out of them, I then gave him better access to slide his tongue inside me.

After that, Roger had me lay back on the table, just as I was when he made himself known earlier.

"Okay, Nigel, open Susan's legs and feast on her pussy," he told him.

Having already referred to it as my cunt, which I don't mind, I'm almost surprised that Roger hasn't called me a whore or slut as he stands, almost over us, still with his arms folded and not, as I would expect, playing with himself.

"So, Roger, what gets you off?" I asked him cautiously, as Nigel, having eased my legs back and exposed me, moved towards my pleasure spots.

"You know, you talk too much, Susan," he rejoined, suggesting my questioning was uncalled for.

And as Nigel flicked his tongue around my anal ring, Roger, having moved to the side of me, unzipped his trousers and took out his cock.

"Time for you to be obscene and not heard, Susan," Roger exclaimed, as he motioned his long thick and pulsating erection towards my mouth.

"Suck it, Susan. Open your pretty mouth and suck it," he directed me insistently.

Unable to summon up the necessary will to say no; chiefly because of the pleasure Nigel is giving my ‘brown button', as well as the sight of Roger's, dare I say it, awesome cock; I opened my mouth and took it inside.

"Emmnn, emmnn," I murmured, as I moved my lips back and forth on it, and all without any encouragement from Roger.

Snaking his tongue over my perineum, Nigel then slowly slid it up and down my hairy gash several times, causing me to murmur with pleasure: "Emmng, emmng."

Make Susan cum, Nigel," Roger enjoined, suggesting that he wanted me nice and wet, and that he also planned to fuck me. With a mouthful of his cock, which occasionally grazed my throat, I realised that would be the only thing to satisfy him as Nigel, having exposed my clit with his left fingers and thumb, flicked his tongue over and around it while he worked the fingers of his right hand in and out of my moist sex.

"Hemnngh, hemmngh," I vociferated, my body responding to them both fucking and pleasuring me; whereupon, I soon climaxed.

With Nigel stood up, Roger took himself from me and confidently exclaimed: "I'm not going to fuck you, Susan. Not until you beg me to that is, and where is up to you."

‘That's definitely not going in my ass,' I told myself, as Nigel eased me towards the edge of my desk.

"Fuck her good and hard, Nigel, I want to hear Susan beg for it," he cockily exclaimed.

With my butt hanging part way over the edge, Nigel slid the head of his cock up and down my slit a few times, causing me to whimper with the anticipation of it entering me.

"Fuck, yes!" I cried out, as it did.

"Slowly back then hard in, Nigel," Roger told him; after which, he thrust his cock deep inside me.

"Oh God, yes, Nigel, more, fuck me like that," I encouraged him.

"So, how is he, how is your subordinate, Susan?" Roger enquired sardonically, his hands mauling my breasts as he did.

"Fucking lovely, the best I've ever had," I boldly rejoined, before looking at Nigel and saying: "Fuck your lovely cock into my wet cunt, Nigel, make me cum, please." And with that, I wrapped my legs part way around him, thereby driving him to fuck me harder and deeper.

"Yes, oh fuck, yes, Nigel," I cried out, as my climax started to engulf me.

"Fuck me, fuck me, F-U-C-K ME!" I almost screamed, as it washed over me.

With noticeable sweat exuding from me, not so much Nigel, Roger cockily alluded: "So, you think Nigel's the best, then?"

Still motioning him back and forth inside me, I replied: "Yes. What of it."

Again, and with his flippant attitude, Roger said: "You haven't had me, Susan, so how can you say Nigel's the best?"

Looking up at him while fantastic lover Nigel fucked himself into me, I brazenly exclaimed: "I don't want you, Roger. What I do want, however, is for you to watch as Nigel ‘screws', as you put it earlier, my tight ass for me."

"Ulp," Nigel vociferated, in response to my suggestion come request.

Deciding to taunt Roger, I further said: "If Nigel wants me to bend over the table and take his long hard cock up my ass, then I'll only too willingly oblige him."

Now looking at Nigel, if only to see his response, I uncurled my legs and let him decide how he wanted me.

"Please, fuck my ass, Nigel," I somewhat begged, no doubt as Roger expected me to do for him. "It hasn't been properly fucked in weeks," I added, which was by Ray from the accounts department.

Taking himself from me, Nigel lowered the head of his cum glistened prick towards my anus. Then, and as he somewhat nervously fumbled with it, I got the impression that this was his first time.

"Here, let me do it," I said, soon taking hold of his phallus.

Noticing how wet it was as it slipped around in my hand, I nonetheless managed to feed the puffy crown of his turgid cock into my butt.

"Closer, Nigel," I enjoined, inviting Nigel to feed his manhood into me.

"Emnng, yes, more, but slowly," I intimated to him.

Then, and with half his 10 inch cock inside me, I said: "Pull back a bit for me, and then fuck some more into my lovely tight ass, please." Saving the last part of my sentence for Roger.

"Emn, oh, emn, yes, more, like that, Nigel," I directed him.

Looking up at him, I said - to Roger: "Look how well Nigel fucks my ass, Roger." Laying there, and with Nigel's cock almost all the way in my backside.

"That's it, Nigel, a bit more for me, then let me have it; fuck my tight fucking asshole with your lovely long fucking cock," I told him.

Moving back to my head, Roger again had me suck his cock, which was about all he was going to get from me.

Noticing how freely Nigel was ploughing my anus, Roger suggested turning me over so that he could ‘really stick it to me'.

"Only Nigel," I told him adamantly, realising that I would be quite exposed.

Helping me up, I kissed Nigel on his right cheek while cradling the underside of his chin with my fingers.

After I had turned around, I waited for him to position me as he desired, which was leaning over my desk with my breasts and nipples touching the cold wooden surface, my legs apart and, at Roger's insistence, my hands extended behind me, holding and pulling my ass cheeks open.

"There you go, Nigel," exclaimed Roger luridly. "An open invitation to fuck your superior's ass," he sniggered seemingly.

Placing his left hand on the small of my back, I braced myself for Nigel to fire his cock into me, but instead he calmly fed the head into my exposed backside first, and then glided it further in.

"Fuck me, Nigel, do it hard and deep for me, please," I appealed to him.

Almost slowly taking it back, so that just the crown was once more inside my anus, Nigel then speared his entire length deep into my butt.

"Fuck, yes, Nigel, more, fuck my tight asshole," I enthused.

Moving his hands to either side of my waist, Nigel gave it to me deep and oh so hard.

"Yes, yes, like that, like that, fuck me, Nigel, fuck me," I cried out, my body responding to what was happening to it; the coldness of the table's surface on my nipples, tempered with that of Nigel's warm cock in my ass.

Bent over my desk, I was unaware of where Roger was until I felt a tongue, his tongue, lapping at my pussy and slit, the sensations of which served to stir the climax building inside me all the more.

"Oh fuck, yes, Roger, lick my cunt, please," I appealed to him, as I sensed my climax begin to surge, from the pleasure they were now giving me.

"Are you begging me, Susan?" he taunted, having stopped.

"Fuck you, Roger," I rejoined, and quickly moved my right hand towards my pussy mound to facilitate my much needed release.

Brushing it aside, Roger moved in closer and sucked on my clit while, and having slid all of his fingers into my sodden pussy, he massaged my vulva.

"Yes, like that, fuck me, both of you," I encouraged them, as my orgasm welled up to the top.

"Huh, huh, huh," I gasped almost hoarsely, as it overtook me, making me buck and shudder, my juices permeating from me and onto Roger; his fingers, hand and mouth while he continued to almost hand fuck me.

Presently taking his wet fingers from my cooze, Roger got up from beneath me.

"Here you go, Susan," he luridly exclaimed, as he directed his fingers towards my mouth.

‘How fucking original!' I thought, as I accepted, and then sucked them.

"How goes it, Nigel; nailing the sluts ass?" Roger derided of me.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I snapped at him, accepting his insult. "And that's a rhetorical question," I instantly added.

"I see, then," he rejoined, before going back down and underneath me.

‘Now what?' I thought, while Nigel continued to - ‘nail my ass' to use Roger's vulgar expression.

"What the...fuck!" I exclaimed, as Roger somehow managed to fit the fingers and thumb of his right hand into my saturated pussy, pressing them against the wall of my vulva, and with it Nigel's cock as it fucked me.

"Emn, emn, fuck, yes, yes, oh fuck, yes," I cried out, as Roger vigorously fucked me with his open hand, in conjunction with that of Nigel reaming my ass; one thing I was thankful for, was that Roger didn't clench his fist.

"Fuck me, fuck me, F-u-c-k M-E! I called out fervently, as my climax built and then erupted in one swift continuous action.

"Huh, huh, huh," I continued to pant, as Roger took his hand from me and then stood up.

Getting Nigel to remove himself from my well fucked anus, Roger then moved behind me.

"Tell me you don't want my cock in you, Susan," he scoffed boastfully.

"I don't, I don't want your cock in me, Roger," I rejoined, and then panted: "huh, huh, huh."

Almost immediately, I felt a different smoother head, Roger's cock, brush against my thighs.

Moving my legs farther apart for him, I waited, almost with baited breath, for him to enter me.

"You're not begging, Susan," he said, his cock-head poised just outside my sodden pussy.

"Fuck me, Roger, or fuck—OFF!" I told him, only to have Roger spear his cock into me as I said ‘off'.

"Emnn, fuck, yes!" I extolled, as he thrust it deep inside me, soon making me cum.

"How is it, THEN?" he exclaimed, really giving it to me on ‘then'.

"Oh God, yes, fucking lovely, but, please, let me have both of you in me," I appealed to him, my voice somewhat erratic at the start.

"I take it you mean a DP!" he luridly intimated.

"God, your vulgarity is really getting to me. YES!" I exclaimed insistently.

"Yes what, Susan?" Roger said, no doubt wanting me to beg for it as he thrust his hard prick into my sodden cunt.

"I want one of you in my ass, while I ride the other one's cock with my cunt," I almost hissed.

"Okay, but who gets your nice tight ass, Susan?" enquired Roger cockily, as he removed himself from my well fucked quim.

"Don't push it, Roger, not if you want me to suck you off afterwards," I told him, as I raised myself up.

"Lay on the floor, Nigel, Roger directed him. "Then, when she's impaled on your dick, I want to watch as she begs me to fuck her, which I'm certain she will," he averred confidently, and without once using my name, the arrogant bastard.

Stood abreast Nigel's hips, still with my shoes and stockings on, I began, with Roger's help, to lower myself onto the cock below me; sticky from my ass juice. Taking a hold of it, I then guided it towards my part open rectum and eased the head inside my ‘backdoor'.

"Emn, yes, more, let me have more of it, Roger," I said, what with him holding me still and suspended above it.

"Are you begging me, Susan?" he taunted.

"Yes, yes, Roger, I'm begging you, please let me have Nigel's cock in my ass," I wantonly appealed, just before he lowered me a few more inches.

In wanting to make things easier for me, Nigel flexed his hips up, shooting his turgid cock into my asshole and then back again.

"There you go, fuck Susan's ass like that, Nigel, really give it to the lovely slut nice and hard, she can take it...that's how she wants it, right, Susan?" Roger deriding me yet again, at seeing me fuck my subordinate.

"I bet, you wish, this was, your cock, Roger," I gasped breathlessly, with each deep and forceful upward fuck of Nigel's tumescent cock.

"Who's to say it won't be," he gloated mordantly, before lowering me further down the firm fleshy pole that was reaming my anus, until I was fully impaled on it; warm, sticky and pulsing deep inside my tight little asshole.

"Fuck me, Nigel, fuck me," I encouraged him, all the while staring up at Roger with a contented smile on my face, one that he no doubt had every possible intention of somehow wiping off.

Roger, to my surprise, then stepped forwards and presented me with his cock, which I responsively took into my mouth, bobbing my lips back and forth on his shaft, which was sticky from my pussy juices.

"Emngh emngh," I murmured, as Nigel continued to thrust his hips up to meet my downward motion, and Roger, with his hand on my head, rocked me back and forth on his turgid dick, occasionally grazing the entrance to my throat.

‘Why, why was I letting him do this to me?' my mind pondered, even more so when he momentarily held me against him, his cockhead twitching spasmodically as if he intended to cum; thankfully, at least, he didn't.

Taking it from me, I let out a hoarse cough, coupled with the strands of saliva, which drooled from my lower lip and hung from the swollen crown of Roger's prick.

"You ready to get fucked now, Susan!" Roger insisted.

"Yes," I rejoined. "Stick your cock in my cunt, Roger...Fuck me."

"Is she begging for it, Nigel?" Roger exclaimed, while looking at me, and playing my game back at me.

"Yes, Roger. Please. Please put your cock inside me, and fuck me," I pleaded somewhat.

"There, that's better. I knew you were a compliant slut," he averred gloatingly.

"Yes, Roger, I'm a slut. One who enjoys being fucked two at a time," I elucidated, what with my need to cum and with him inside me.

Knelt before me, Roger soon slid his firm meat stick into my already slippery pussy, thrusting it hard and deep once it was part way inside me; my cunt juice making a vague squelching noise.

"Yes, Roger, more, like that, fuck me hard, give it to me," I cried out, as my body began going into spasm, both from their combined motions and the climax erupting inside me.

"Huh, huh, huh!" I gasped throatily, as Roger speared himself into my leaking quim, all the while pushing my anus back onto Nigel's turgid erection as he continued to counter thrust into me.

"Fuck me, fuck me, pleeease," I strained, wanting, needing to cum again.

"I think the slut wants to cum," Roger pontificated. "We haven't, have we, so...!" Roger pronounced, suggesting why should I.

"Please, Roger, please, fuck me, make me cum," I appealed to him needingly.

"Can I have your lovely tight ass, if I do?" he proffered.

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "You can have my tight ass. Now, please, Roger, just fuck me," I iterated, teetering on the edge of what felt like a powerful orgasm.

"I want it now, Susan!" he said insistently. "So, turn around and be a good little slut and suck your ass juice from Nigel, here, then we'll see where my cock goes," exclaimed Roger mordantly, as he slowly withdrew himself from me.

Squatting over Nigel's legs while offering my upturned butt to Roger, I gripped the hilt of my subordinate's cock, sticky from having been in my ‘backdoor', and lightly ran my tongue around the head.

"Lick it properly, Susan, get a taste for your acrid ass juice, then suck it as if it were a Popsicle," Roger enjoined, followed by a smart slap of his cupped hand on each of my ass cheeks a couple of times; what was that I mentioned earlier about wiping the smile off my ‘cheeks'.

Taking the bit between the teeth, so to speak, I simply covered Nigel's erection with my mouth and got on with it. I must admit, the taste of my pungent ass juice felt strange at first but...!

"There you go, slut," Roger said gloatingly, and gathering up my hair, he motioned me up and down Nigel's shaft. "Suck it, Susan, draw your cheeks in," he told me.

Roger subsequently moved between my legs. Then, and having got me to move them further apart and hold my buttocks open, he slid the underside of his erection along my curple.

"Where do you want it, Susan?" he gleefully scoffed.

"Please, Roger, let me have Nigel in me," I appealed to him.

"He is in you, right, Nigel." To which he simply nodded passively.

‘Was I wrong about him, were they both in on this together?' my mind suddenly conjectured.

"Well, I'm waiting, you lovely slut," he harangued, giving my left rump another determined slap.

"Yes, there, Roger, in my slutty asshole. Jam your cock in my ass and fuck me," I cried out, in response, before returning to profusely sucking Nigel's turgid prick, every so often murmuring my enjoyment as Roger cleaved his stout manhood deep into my open and exposed anus.

"That's it, slut, take my hard cock in your lovely tight ass," Roger chided, as he almost slowly withdrew himself from me, only to then ram his tumescent dick back into my butt; his balls and their sac slapping up against my distended clit as he did.

"Hermngh," I squealed each time, while managing to fellate Nigel's warm hard cock, which Roger continued to bob my head up and down on, though with less alacrity than before.

"You like, my cock, in your ass, SUSAN?" exclaimed Roger, with renewed powerful thrusts, before lifting me off Nigel to respond.

"Yes, I like...I like it, I like your hard cock in my tight ass, Roger. Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck me, fuck my ass!" I cried out almost pitifully, as he reamed my anus incessantly, for what seemed like quite a while, before finally stopping; sweat from both of us dripping on the person beneath them - poor Nigel.

"Emn, huh," Roger gasped, as did I, while we both got our breath back. Since neither men had cum from just now fucking me, it was obvious Roger had more planned.

"Well, Susan, I must say, that was one terrific screwing you just took, but I, and I dare say Nigel, here, am not quite finished just yet. I want Nigel to cum over your pretty, stuck up face, while I shoot my load in your lovely tight ass, so, get up, bend over the table and spread your whore ass for us. NOW!" he shouted, almost insistently.

Unable to resist his dominating vent, I did as Roger ordered, for that's what it was; something which, as their superior, I'd regularly have cause to do.

"Like this, Roger, you want me like this?" I said, my taut nipples tingling from the cold wooden surface of the table as they pressed against it, while I splayed my asshole invitingly for them, offering myself to whichever of my supposed subordinates wanted to drill my backside first.

"Fuck, yes!" I cooed, as Nigel entered me with a respectful insertion, and commenced fucking me with a pleasant rhythm in contrast to the reaming I just received from Roger.

"Fuck your boss, harder, Nigel, really give it to her, I want to hear your groin slap against her buttocks," Roger enjoined insistently.

Having moved his somewhat trembling hands to my waist, Nigel marginally gripped them. Then, pulling his cockhead back to just inside my anal ring, he fired, as hard as he could, his stone hard erection deep into my rectum. It felt like I imagined a dagger would be thrust into someone; a single unerring stab, filling me up before being withdrawn, only to continue the in and out motion.

"Yes, oh fuck, yes, emn, like that, Nigel, fuck my ass like that," I appealed to him, as my climax surged forth like a flaming chariot; out of control.

"Oh fuck, yes, more, harder, do it, yes...FUUUUCK! ME!" I shouted, as I came, my still nylon clad legs trembling as Nigel laid it to me, over and over, and over again.

By now, of course, his hands were on my shoulders, and he was really nailing my tight asshole; his groin resoundly slapping my buttocks with each forceful inward thrust. ‘Oh, Nigel, what a complete change to earlier, and just a few moments ago,' I remarked to myself, as another climax drew closer.

"That's it, Nigel, come on," Roger emboldened him. "Soon I want to see you cover your superiors face with your warm sticky semen, which I'm sure she'll be only too happy to lick off, like the slut whore that she is."

Yet again, I have to admit that Roger's crude words and insults, being called a slut and whore, were really getting to me.

"Come on, Roger, let me suck Nigel off, get a taste of my ass juice again, while you nail my tight little asshole for me, really stick it to my slutty whore hole," I said, having some idea as to his response.

Low and behold, he almost pulled Nigel from me, saying: "That's it, Nigel, you've had your turn. Now, while Susan, here, sucks you off, I'm gonna give her ass one hell of a pounding, RIGHT!" he exclaimed, directing his last word towards me.

"I want to see your ass gaping, Susan, you lovely slut," Roger averred, as I reposed myself in order to let Nigel sit on the table in front of me, from where I then covered his cock with my mouth, tasting my ass juice for the second time, before pulling my buttocks back as far as I could.

Posing the head of his engorged prick inside my entrance, I took my mind off the hammering he had suggested, by focussing my attention on making Nigel cum. Then it happened; Roger's forward motion was determined, yet smooth and pleasurable at the same time; far from what I'd expected of him, considering.

"How's that, Susan?" he angled for a response, as the turgid head of his cock throbbed inside me, having he kept it there, buried to the hilt and his balls, as he awaited my reply.

"I thought you were going to nail my ass for me, Roger, but yes, your lovely cock feels nice in my tight asshole," I rejoined, before once more taking Nigel between my moist lips and sucking his presently responsive cock.

"Fuck, yes, Susan, I'm...I'm gonna cum," he alerted me.

Contrary to what Roger had expected, I wanted Nigel to fill my mouth with his seed; to taste his warm sticky semen as it erupted inside my walls, before trickling down my throat.

With my mouth fully encompassing his length, I teased my tongue around the base of his shaft, and seconds later I was rewarded with copious spurts of his cum, which flooded my mouth with a torrent.

"Emngh, emngh," I murmured, as I contentedly licked and sucked it up, while, and from above me, Roger, having craned himself forwards, was licking and then kissing the beads of sweat from my shoulders, all the while rhythmically fucking my exposed anus with continued fluid strokes. ‘Was I actually feeling a strange attraction towards him?' I asked myself afterwards.

"I bet you've never been fucked so well, and by two studs such as us, aye, Nigel?" Roger commended, moments before he pumped his hot sticky cum into my gaping anus. Once he had finished, he got Nigel to hand him my empty glass; whereupon, he held it underneath me and then directed me to squeeze his semen out of my ass. Afterwards, he handed it to me, and instructed me to drink it; the lovely fucking dirty bastard!

After that, I was somewhat hooked. Ever since that night, and now as I wait, I continue to pander to Roger's lurid wishes - what a cock loving slut whore I am!