“Augh!-” Charlotte exclaims, opening her mouth wide as she feels her cunt being busted wide open, something that hasn’t happened in quite a long time. Of course, her scream’s cut short by Mr.Hemsworth’s impatient cock knocking on her front door. She squeals softly as the long appendage violates her mouth, forcing her jaw to open while finding a home in the back of her throat. Tears form and swiftly fall from her eyes. Most drain down her face, trickling from her chin. However, a few drizzles near her lips, lubricating Mr.Hemsworth’s shaft and making its forced entry easier. “Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmm!” Charlotte muffles, scared. Desperately, she tries to push off the floor with her knees as a burst of adrenaline surges through her boy. However, it’s too late. Her struggles only cause the man to lift up her ass, throwing Charlotte off balance as her walls continuously convulse. Her rarely used pussy struggles tremendously to accommodate the short but thick cock jamming into it.
“Hnngh!” Mr.Hemsworth’s partner grunts, digging his fingers into Charlotte’s love handles as his cock scours her insides, expanding her walls further than they’ve ever been. However, his grip could never compare to the blonde’s tight pussy lips around his shaft despite his strength. “Ugh!” The man grunts again, burying his cock into Charlotte’s cunt with a resounding thud as his balls slap against her clitoris. He hums loudly, quivering slightly from the rapid convulsions. Already, his cock’s twitching, leaking pre-cum. The short giant begins to throb, preparing to explode prematurely. However, before that could happen, the man quickly retracts his cock, ensuring he gets a few good strokes before he cums.
“Hah. Can’t handle a pussy like that, huh, old man?” Mr.Hemsworth mocks, pushing his cock further inside Charlotte’s mouth until her lips meet his testicles. The two get well acquainted as the businessman’s cock greets the blonde’s tonsils. After the pairs’ short introduction, Mr.Hemsworth pulls back his hips and establishes a firm grip on the poor woman’s mane. “I’m going to ruin this beautiful mouth of yours with my cock, darling. So be sure to drink up and don’t you dare spill a single drop of my cum.” He assures Charlotte with a wicked smile upon his features.
Devilish words from the face of an angel reveal Mr.Hemsworth, the attractive interviewer, as another piece of scum in this cruel world. Of course, this deception shouldn’t be surprising. It’s usually the worst occupying the best roles on this earth. While Charlotte thought she had already learned this lesson, it’s clear she needed another reminder. And the two brutes plan to deliver such necessary revision expertly.
Initially, the two of them fuck each of Charlotte’s opposing holes at their own speeds, ravishing the entrances and pulling her body back and forth. This disorganized stroking leads to loud claps and squeals as plump hips slam against a girthy cock while the blonde struggles to breathe from the prolonged deepthroating. However, the maniacal duo adjusts their frequency, aligning their wavelengths to properly fuck the conservative cunt in synchrony. Now, they stroke at a shared pace, turning a violent, noisy fucking into a harmonic rough dicking. Groans and grunts overlap, harmonized by Charlotte’s muffled cries that were overshadowed by her pussy’s squelching. All she can do is serve the two’s desire, being nothing but the base for their Eiffel tower formation.
Naturally, she begins to ponder whether her accountability in this matter, wondering if it’s her fault the pair is ravishing her body. Her mind starts to think about what others think when they find out. Whether her boyfriend would leave her for another woman, one that’s still pure and untainted by the world. Likewise, if others would praise her for enduring this treatment or only further degrade her, labeling her like the men fucking the absolute shit out of her. Obviously, she isn’t the first girl here in this predicament. Similarly, that they have no remorse for their actions. It’s as if they’re untouchable. At least, their behavior suggests such.
Thus, while her juices trickle down her thighs and drool drains down her chin, Charlotte realizes it’s no longer a question of when others find out but instead if they should. And as her body crumbles underneath the harsh fucking of these two perverted predators, the blonde decides it is better to forget it ever happened.
“Fuck!” The two men exclaim as they drive their hips forward. Their balls slap against flesh while their cocks throb with excitement. Charlotte’s inexperience proves to be better than they thought. Her once innocent holes served as the perfect breeding ground for their pent-up frustration and stress. In addition to their relief, there’s also the release of an overdue load of cum. One load shoots down Charlotte’s throat straight into her stomach while the other overflows her pussy, leaving the excess trickling down her legs. “Whew!” The pair state as they retrieve their cocks, extracting them from their respective holes and putting them back in their cages.
“….” Charlotte slouches, nothing but silence from the girl following the forced swallow. She lays on the floor, refusing to believe that this nightmare is reality. She listens to the sound of the men getting dressed, questioning if she should even bother getting up. Sure, now’s the best time to attack, but her body’s unable to muster up an offense. Finally, her mind accepted something her body already had from the moment she was pinned: defeat. Filled with distraught and cum, Charlotte begins getting up. The blonde staggers and stumbles but eventually stands up again. As her legs tremble and her eyes quiver, she starts getting dressed without a word.
“Your coffee and painkillers, sir.” Rebecca says from behind the office door, her voice muffled.
“Ah. Go ahead and open up that door for me.” Mr.Hemsworth instructs, letting out an exasperated sigh as he enters his chair once again.
“Heh, on it, boss.” His henchman replies, opening the door and greeting Rebecca with a smile. “Why, aren’t you beautiful as always.” He states with a smile, ushering the woman in.
“Thank you, Mr.Gordon.” Rebecca responds, her replies concise. She walks in and rests the items down, turning around and looking at Charlotte on the way out.
At this moment, the two women make eye contact, sharing a connection. Rebecca’s been inside Charlotte’s shoes perhaps many times over. However, there’s not a single ounce of empathy from the receptionist. Instead, she expresses faint happiness, glad it’s no longer her serving the two. Without pause, she continues on her way out of the office.
“One moment Rebecca, stay.” Mr.Hemsworth says, stopping the girl in her tracks. Then, she turns his head towards Charlotte, a severe expression on his face. “Unfortunately, Ms.Haynes, you aren’t qualified for the job. While your interview was commendable, you’re simply too inexperienced for the position in question.” He delivers a profound revelation. Despite everything the two put the poor woman through, she still was not good enough. However, seeing how the interview went. It’s certainly more of a blessing than a curse. Or so it seems. However, I wouldn’t mind recommending you to another office. I’m aware of your legal troubles.” He concludes before gesturing for Charlotte to leave.
“…I understand.” Charlotte remarks before turning around and facing Rebecca. Quickly, the roles were reversed. However, rather than smile, Charlotte blankly stares at the receptionist, who lost her one chance at freedom. “Enjoy the rest of your day.” She remarks sarcastically, exiting the room.
“Mutual.” Mr.Hemsworth states. “Rebecca, go ahead and close the door after Ms.Haynes.” He instructs.
“…Yes, sir.” Rebecca remarks, knowing what it means. As she approaches the door, she shares another silent stare with Charlotte. This time, there’s nothing but sadness on her face as she slowly closes the door. A resounding shut echoes through the halls, separating the evil from the office from the rest of the world.
Charlotte carries on with her day, trying to forget the situation. Despite her best efforts, she’s unable to discard the memory. Angrily, she grasps the steering wheel, releasing a bloodcurdling scream that expresses the pain and agony swirling around inside of her. It lasts for a few seconds, shaking the car. Eventually, it subsides, along with Charlotte’s rage. However, before she could turn on her car and pull out the driveway, someone knocked on her window.
“What?!” Charlotte exclaims, turning her anger towards the strange in question. However, as she realizes the person, her neighbor.
“…Uh. Hi.” The voyeur greets, holding a mysterious item behind her back, a tracking device. If Charlotte thinks her day is over, she’s mistaken. Instead, it’s only the beginning.
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