“Are you in pain?” he asked innocently.
“You are big, sergeant.” I replied as Phil handed me the phone.
He thrust himself in properly then called Phil. “Okay, Phil, you fuck this bitch to pieces with me!” It was like a rallying cry. Phil was galvanized into action. He got on his knees behind and pulled my leg at a crazy angle open so that my arse was exposed. Meanwhile, Dave’s panting and grunting underneath me. I was so concerned about Dave’s dick, I held myself up above him as far as I could.
Phil couldn’t get it in at first. He rammed and rammed against me, stabbing my muscles and making me groan with the pain. Then suddenly, he found the little hole and pushed more slowly and purposefully. “Hah! That’s got it!” he shouted.
“You’re cheating, little soldier,” said Dave. “You’re hardly on my cock at all.” All I could think of and feel was Phil’s bulging member getting deeper and deeper into my arse. I felt as if it was up to my neck. I gulped and gasped and tried to answer but I couldn’t as Phil established his rhythm.
“What a tight arse. This is fantastic,” raved Phil. “How d’ya like that, bitch?? You want some more?? Tell us you want more!!”
Dave pulsed roughly and suddenly got fully in —
“Aaargh!” I screamed.
“That’s — it — bitch,” Phil said as he thrust. “You want it deeper?”
“Aargh!”
“I — think — that — means ‘Yes’,” said Phil.
“Drive her harder, private. Ram it in!”
They were getting faster and faster. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. The two cocks were jamming me in both ends and I was pinioned between them. Please, let it stop, I thought. Please…
“Take — a — picture!” commanded Dave.
I held the phone in trembling hands and snapped a shot of Dave’s cock inside my cunt. Then suddenly, the phone in my hands rang. I dropped it in shock on Dave’s stomach. He stopped his beating and picked it up.
“Well, well, well,” he said, looking at the Caller ID. “It’s Brandon calling.”
“Don’t answer it!”
“I think I should.”
Ring, ring…
“Please, no.”
“Then you’ll have to talk to him.” He handed me the phone.
“Oooo….” groaned Phil as he penetrated deeper. I clenched my arse muscles in a vain attempt to stop him going further.
“Go on,” said Dave.
I pressed Talk and said, “Hello?”
“Hi, Cherry Lips… What HAVE you been doing?” Brandon’s voice dripped of sex and expectation. “I get two messages from you in ten minutes — one saying you’re having the most exciting time of your life and the other — well, it just blew me away. I got it in a meeting and had to excuse myself. I’m in the Gents now, blowing my stack. Cherry Lips, tell me more… What’s been happening?”
There I was in my black heels and nothing else, on the office floor, being pumped in the arse and cunt by two strangers. What on earth was I to say to my husband?
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