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el_Soldado 46M
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3/31/2015 6:25 pm

Last Read:
6/4/2019 7:39 pm

Intermission VII: The Broken


Two days.

Two measly little days. Jeannie could barely believe that was all it had been. Two days earlier she'd been a chaste wife to a dedicated husband with big ambitions. Now...her husband was a betrayer, she was a ...literally...she watched as a man whose sperm dripped down her face, handed her owner some cash....and she'd participated in a slutty group sex act where she'd been the only girl...for each of the big three partners at her husband's firm...and her holes had been used not to advance him, but to ensure his destruction.

She was breathing hard as she watched the man go, sucking off as many cocks as she had that day was tiring, and her jaw ached. "I wonder if its better...or worse...that I keep orgasming?"

The thought was brief. Sarah reached down and grabbed the back of her neck, and pressed her face to the floor. "Ass up. I want to watch while Randall breeds you split tail."

By her count...that would be the seventh load of sperm he put into her pussy.

Jeannie made no objection, her pussy was already soaked and badly in need of attention. She could smell the scent of Sarah's lust as well, and despite herself it was all so overwhelming.

As a sheltered wife she'd never imagined a person could feel this way. Now she did, and she got off on it hard.

Sarah sat on the floor, opened her legs, and shifted her grip to Jeannie's hair. "Lick it cunt." She said, bringing the helpless that had been wonderful wife, to taste the kind of lust that can only come from the domination of a wanton slut.

In her own mind, Sarah thought to herself, "God, this is fantastic." She shivered as she watched Randall's shaft push into the poor slut. "If he keeps cumming in that little hole...he really will breed a bastard in her." As Jeannie's tongue did its work, the glow of sex and power coursed through her, and she found herself thinking that it wouldn't be such a bad idea...as long as they got to keep their new after their revenge had been carried out.

As an orgasm broke on her shivering frame, she pondered, "Yes, breed for us, you're our , your womb is as much ours as your brain or your cunt or your tits or your ass...you're ours...ours..." And the words broke free from her mind and passed her tongue in a shout...'You're OURS!!!" and she ground Jeannie's tongue to twat with violent force, burying the betrayed wife's mouth viciously, and spurring Randall into a brutal series of thrusts that pushed helpless Jeannie over her own edge, orgasms came in torrents for the sandwiched girl, not at all dissimilar from the torrent of sperm that was again unleashed inside her body.

When it finally ended, Jeannie quietly and slowly went about cleaning them up, drawing their bath...it seemed second nature to act in a service role, and to be nude as she did so....

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Meanwhile, Jonathan's face went pale. "What do you mean sir?"

Thomas looked grimly at Jonathan. "I mean your work has not been the quality we expect, exactly what I said, and you'll be getting a different set of assignments, a much simpler set, till your skills improve, anyone could handle these, so it will be a start for you to get ready for more serious work, if you can handle it. Of course if you can't...feel free to leave the firm." Thomas's tone belied his words, and Jonathan shook his head..."I can handle it sir."

He left, and went to his next meeting.

"Sir...I'm afraid I don't understand?" Peter shrugged, "That is kind of why this is happening. It has become clear that you don't know how to properly handle authority. So...with that in mind, you'll no longer have your own secretary, nor will you be setting agendas or managing case loads for your department. I have a few secretaries that have finished law school recently, and they will be taking over those assignments as they move up. You are dismissed."

Jonathan left...and went to his last meeting.

Michael looked at Jonathan, and no sooner than the door closed he said, "After speaking with the others, the decision is made...you will not be making partner, not now, and not anytime soon. And don't count on being able to appeal to anyone else, we're unanimous on this subject. Now get the fuck out of my office."

Jonathan felt his ambitions turn to ashes.

It was a horrible day.

So when a pretty secretary with auburn hair and cherry red lips and ample breasts swelling from a toned and tanned frame smiled at him, he smiled back, she beckonned him over, and he went, holding his smile, which broadened when she took his hand, and put it between her legs. "Want it?" She asked.

He nodded numbly. And holding his hand, she began to lead him away, and he thought to himself..."OK...the day can get better."

When they were alone in a supply closet, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor.

Her bra and panties followed, baring herself, she started to undress him, coat, shirt, and he fumbled with his belt, hurriedly removing his own clothing. At last he was down to his underwear, and when it came off, she knelt at his feet, looked at his cock, and began to snicker.

"You're a grower...not a shower right?" She said, sounding hopeful.

He blinked, and the erection he'd begun to get began to fade, his shaft went from iron, to putty.

"Here, I won't look." She said, and stood, turning her back to him, and spreading her legs.

Jonathan struggled to force an erection again, and began to rub it against her body. Finally, he managed somewhat, and pushing the head to her sex, he slid himself inside her, and began to hump against her.

"Is it in yet?" She asked, her voice begining to sound more than a little bored.

His pride turned to ash, and his cock, deflated like a wet noodle.

He blushed with shame, stepped back, wordlessly dressed, and began to leave, barely catching her saying to herself behind him...'Wait till the rest of the girls hear about this..."

It was all Jonathan could do, to walk out of the office, rather than run from the hell his day had become.
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shellfac1 62F
2293 posts
4/4/2015 12:53 pm

Yeah, more!



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