The Lamb of London

Literotic asexstories – The Lamb of London by TheRedChamber,TheRedChamber
Author’s Note: This is a substantial reworking of one of the first stories I published on Literotica under the original title of ‘All Three Holes’ in the Anal category. That was more of a simple stroke piece, but this version adds more context to the story and, hopefully, fixes some rookie mistakes I made.

1.

Katie stood outside the building and took a deep breath. This was it — decision time. Enter or don’t enter. Once she stepped through this door, she would inevitably be swept along by a torrent of events. She only had the vaguest of ideas of what awaited her. It might not be absolutely impossible to extract herself from the whirlpool of whatever she was getting herself into, but it wouldn’t be easy. Now was the last moment when she could simply walk away.

She was a country girl at heart. She’d grown up in the sticks and then gone to university on an out-of-town campus. Cities intimidated her. But this wasn’t just a city, it was the City. The very heart of the capital. Everything around her was either made of glass and steel and rose forty stories or more up or else it was made of white stone, had a blue plaque, and had been constructed when Britain controlled half the globe.

She’d gotten out at the St Paul’s Underground station and spent the next twenty minutes trying to find a door that should have only taken her five. Finally, she was here at the address from the email, after asking three different people. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting. It was all rather nondescript — if such a word could be used for a house in the most expensive area of one of the most expensive cities in the world. True, the door reminded her more of the entrance to 10 Downing Street than anything else, but still, the building it entered into was surprisingly low — only three stories high and narrowly squeezed in a row of ten just like it.

She decided to inspect the door closer. She checked again the number and then turned to the intercom. There were three buttons but only one had a name-card next to it. It simply said ‘Collins’. That was the point that had been made very clear to her. This was a house, a residence. Despite appearances, it was not a business. She was a visitor. Whatever she might be asked to do she was not an employee.

And she certainly wasn’t going to get paid.

She rang the bell. She found her hand had shot out and pressed it before she could overthink the action.

The intercom crackled. “Collin’s Residence,” said a voice that sounded female.

“Katie,” she said. “Katie Matherson. I…I’m expected.”

“Come on in.”

There was a click and the door opened a fraction.

She pushed her way in. The building didn’t feel much like a home. It felt cold and had little signs of life. The floor was a cold hard pattern of black and white stone tiles. On the left side was a narrow staircase with a bronze rail that led its way upstairs. On the right side, a corridor with a few closed doors stretched towards the back of the building.

“Hello?” called out Katie.

She heard the echo of footsteps coming towards her down the hall and a tall woman with short-cut hair appeared in front of her – Susan. She relaxed a little at the sight of a friendly face. The older woman was dressed much as she had been at their meeting a week ago – like a woman who did business and who meant business.

“Ah, Katie,” said Susan, checking her watch. “So glad you could come. I thought you might have gotten cold feet.”

“Er, no,” said Katie, her face betraying how true that statement had nearly been.

“Come through here,” Susan said, indicating the first door. As they entered she turned the light on and then went over the curtains and pulled them to. The room contained a coat rack, a fireplace, and a simple one-person desk with a chair and nothing else. Hung on the coat rack there was a dry-cleaners bag folded over and a pair of lady’s formal shoes was tucked neatly beside it.

“First, read and sign this contract. It’s as we discussed.”

Katie studied it. It was indeed the one she’d been sent over the Internet except now it had specific names and dates. It had many clauses. Most of them said, in a number of different ways, that anything that happened here today was not ever to be discussed with anyone.

Susan waited silently, with no visible impatience, as Katie read the whole thing again. When she reached the end, she picked up the pen and signed it. Just like with the buzzer, she did it quickly lest she not do it at all.

“You have your test results?” asked Susan.

Katie reached into her bag and handed over an envelope headed with the name of her doctor’s little surgery on the top. Susan took the letter out, read it, and then put it back without comment.

She studied Katie carefully. “Your make-up will do. I will put your hair up.”

She produced a scrunchie and a number of pins and quickly had Katie’s long flowing hair pinned up in a bun.

“You can leave any belongings here or if you would prefer I can put them in our safe.”

“No, it’s fine,” said Katie.

“In which case please get undressed.”

“Now?” asked Katie.

“I’m afraid I need to check you don’t have any recording devices on your person.”

Katie pulled off her clothes. She’d been told not to pay any particular attention to what to wear but had come dressed for a job interview anyway. When she had stripped down completely, Susan looked her over. She indicated the dry-cleaning bag. “Put those on. Call for me when you are ready.”

Susan left and Katie unzipped the bag, laying its contents out one by one. It was a complete change of clothes. The neutral white set of knickers, the matching bra, and the brown tights were still in the packets. They were from an exclusive brand that boasted supplies to the royal family dating back decades. The business suit, consisting of a short, but respectable skirt and a blouse and jacket had had the shop labels removed but was also clearly brand new and of the highest quality.

Katie dressed herself quickly. It all fit perfectly. She had sent Susan her measurements last week. There was no mirror. She felt good but hated not being sure. Susan would tell her if anything was amiss, surely.

She leaned her head out the door. “Er, ready,” she said.

Susan came out of the neighbouring room and inspected her again. She pulled a case out of her pocket and produced a pair of glasses. She took off the ones that Katie was wearing and replaced them. The new version was considerably more old school, squarer, and with thick black rims, but the prescription was exactly the same. Susan brushed some hair out of her face and then, gently grabbing her by the shoulder pads, adjusted the jacket slightly.

“There you go,” she said. “Please go up the stairs and knock on the first door at the top.”

Katie started the walk up the stairs step by step. She still couldn’t believe she was here. It had started about two months ago. She’d downloaded a dating app, and after being inundated with the usual bragging and pleading losers, struck up a conversation with a businessman thirty years her senior. Their conversation had been respectful, had mostly been cultured, and had led Katie to say, eventually, that what she was after was a sexual adventure with an older man of wealth.

They’d lingered on that part for a considerable while — weeks, in fact. The point that needed to be established was that Katie liked the idea of wealth, old money even, but she wasn’t actually after any of it. She just found the idea sexy.

And somehow she’d found herself typing that, if she was turned on enough, she would have very few limits.

They’d arranged a date at one of the most expensive sushi restaurants in Mayfair. Katie had almost left when Susan turned up, but she’d stayed for the food which looked exquisite, and to satisfy her curiosity about what was actually going on. Susan’s explanation had led her here, to the top of these stairs today, just over three weeks later.

She found the first door on the landing. Her hand paused just in front of her. Her performance was about to begin. What sort of knock would her character give? She rapped on the door three times in clipped succession, loudly enough to be clearly audible.

“Enter,” said a male voice from within.

The room was a museum to every posh office she had ever seen on T.V. dramas whether they were set today or a hundred years ago. Hard-backed leather chairs, a large mahogany desk, and bookshelves lined the walls that looked as though they should be dusty but were in fact cleaned scrupulously. Halfway across the room, there was a small round table with a couple of chairs and a whisky decanter and glasses in the middle. One of the few features that showed that she was still in the twenty-first century was a small flat-screen monitor and computer keyboard.

Behind the desk sat a man clearly in his sixties. He was balding and had a little extra weight, especially on his jowls. He was dressed impeccably. While he was not unpleasant to look at, he also wasn’t attractive, though he might have been a decade or more ago. He was reading a paper copy of the Financial Times. This could only be Mr Collins.

Trying to remain in character and not letting her nerves get the better of her, Katie walked into the room in what she hoped was a forthright, confident business matter. She stopped a couple of feet from the desk and stood up as straight as she could.

Eventually, the man looked up from his newspaper. “You are?” he asked.

“Katie Matherson, sir,” she replied. It had been years since she’d called anyone sir. Even her sixth-form teachers hadn’t required it anymore. It came out naturally though.

“Okay,” Mr. Collins replied. “Lift up your skirt.”

“Err, sorry?” said Katie.

“Your skirt. Lift it up, please,” he repeated levelly. He didn’t show any irritation, but Katie guessed her choices were to lift her skirt up or leave. It wasn’t something they were going to have a discussion about.

When she had complied, he showed no particular interest in what was underneath. Between her tights and the knickers underneath, there wasn’t that much to actually see, although naturally she still felt exposed.

“Turn around,” he said.

He hadn’t specified whether she should halt at 180 degrees or continue into a full rotation. Katie stopped halfway to allow him to get a full glimpse of her rear.

While she was facing the other way, the phone rang. He answered it. “Yes, I had a look. The wording is fine. The figures are not. Shave another fifty million off and we can sign…Yes, by tomorrow noon please.”

He put the phone down. “Okay, you can go.”

Katie didn’t know what to do. Turning around for confirmation seemed like an act of defiance. But that couldn’t be it, could it?

He saw her hesitate. “Find Miss Tamworth downstairs, please.”

Not a complete dismissal then. She was being sent back to Susan.

As she walked out of the room, she realized just how wet she was, though she didn’t quite know why.

2.

Half an hour later and Katie was in her zone – that headspace during sex where all her stress and inhibitions had faded away and she was just letting herself be taken.

She’d sat in the cold room with the fireplace and then, after forty minutes, he’d called her in and told her to remain still. He’d stood up from his big mahogany desk, walked round the other side, and pulled down her tights and panties in one movement. As he reached between her legs, she was amazed to find the wetness she’d felt from her first visit was still there. He didn’t seem to be.

“Good girl,” was all he’d said as he bent her over the desk, unzipped, and entered her.

The only thing she was currently aware of was the growing warmth from her loins as Mr Collins pushed himself into her. The pleasure came in rhythmic waves, pushing her closer to losing her mind completely. She was no longer worried about whether she should or not, only focused on the climax, maybe still minutes away, but still somehow inevitable. She was giving herself to a man who was confident, successful, rich. He was also old enough to be her father and somehow this made it hotter in a way she’d struggle to explain. She had no doubt that her orgasm would be shattering and her moans started to take on a more insistent and encouraging tone.

Without warning he pulled out of her and she felt her euphoria diminish. All the doubts she had smothered came rushing in as she re-entered the real world. Why was she doing this? Allowing herself to be fucked by a man who she’d known for less than an hour. Hell, she didn’t even know him. They hadn’t yet had anything resembling a conversation. That wasn’t the kind of girl she was. That shouldn’t be the kind of girl she was.

Damn it! She didn’t want her brain to be turned back on. It had been so good. Why wasn’t he back inside her? Still bent over the desk, she looked around and saw him zip himself up, erection still clearly tenting his expensive suit.

“Mr Collins?” she asked.

“Get dressed,” he said in the same level voice he always used. She found it strangely hard to resist his order even though this was the last thing she wanted. She pulled up her panties and tights and collected her skirt from the floor.

He picked up the phone and dialed a couple of digits — someone on speed dial. “Hi Mandy, is Bill there…yes, I think you can interrupt them, this is important…Hi Bill. You want to pop by my private residence…It’ll be worth your while…The Marston client? Bring him too, you must have been in negotiations all morning. Call it a break…okay great, see you in a few minutes.” He put the phone down.

Katie found her face reddening. “I’ll just go, should I?” she asked. This was the first time she’d said anything that wasn’t a direct response to a question. It occurred to her that a real twenty-first-century girl should be laying into this cunt-tease for leaving her on the edge like this, but she found herself meek as a lamb. This man controlled billions of pounds, and the fates of whole conglomerates. She still wanted this old lion to devour her whole.

“Stay, please.” He said, almost magnanimously. “Sit there. I’d appreciate it if you remain silent.” He indicated the chair in the middle of the room. Katie obediently sat and started to nervously adjust her hair and clothes, trying to make herself look like less of a slut to anyone who came in. Of course, anyone who came in would know instantly what she had just been doing. How couldn’t they?

Mr Collins returned to the contract he’d been reading just before he’d started to fuck her.

The intercom buzzed, and the secretary announced the visitors – Bill and Mr Sutcliff from the Marston account. The room was suddenly filled with a warmth that hadn’t been there before. Mr Sutcliff (no, call me Peter) had met Mr Collins in the summer (yes, at the conference in Paris), but it had been a while, and, no, the deal wasn’t finalized yet, but was close. The pleasantries continued for a couple of minutes and none of them included so much as a glance in Katie’s direction from anyone. Finally, they reached a conclusion and Mr Collins clapped his hands together softly, as if to get down to business.

“So, Bill, I was in the middle of fucking Katie over there…” For a moment, the guests looked in her direction and then away. “…when I was hit by a thought. I never did repay you properly for Honolulu.”

Bill raised his hands in friendly dismissal. “Come on! Honolulu was my treat. And if I recall correctly my way of repaying you for, where was it, Shanghai?”

“Singapore, I think you mean, and, while that was fun, it in no way compares to what we got up to in Hawaii. I’ve been racking my brains trying to find a way to match that ever since.”

“Come on now,” said Bill. “It’s not a competition.”

“Funnily enough,” said Mr Collins. “That’s almost exactly what I found myself thinking not fifteen minutes ago. I thought to myself, we’re all friends. I can show my appreciation in smaller ways. Katie, could you stand up for us.”

Katie wanted to curl up and die all of a sudden. Instead, she stood up. She felt two new sets of eyes run up and down her.

“Katie is one of Susan’s finds,” explained Bill. “You won’t have met Susan, Peter. She’s a former PA of mine, now a very good friend. She does some scouting for me on the side.”

Peter raised an eyebrow.

“It was something Lambert said at the last Christmas party. Everyone’s gone soft to listen to him. Too quick to pay for everything — lost our taste for the hunt. At the time I dismissed it. Told him none of us have time to chase our tails round anymore. Then later it struck me – when I don’t have time to do anything else, I delegate. Of course, this is not something you can actually pay someone to do, but friends help friends.”

Katie’s face was now bright red.

“So Katie here is not a professional?” said Peter with his eyes on her again. “Somehow I got that impression.”

“Katie, please tell Mr Reed why you are here.”

Katie hesitated.

“No need to overthink it. Just tell them what you told Susan you wanted to get from today.”

“I wanted to fuck a billionaire,” Katie said simply. She’d thought it was a game when she’d typed those words several weeks ago.

“And why did you feel that a billionaire would be interested in your company?” Mr Collins asked.

“Because I would have very few limits for the right man,” Katie replied, again relying on past communications.

“Hell of a mission statement,” said Peter, whistling through his teeth.

“Isn’t it though?” Mr. Collins pulled a pen out of a fancy box on his desk and rotated a pad of notepaper so it faced outwards on the desk. “Be a sweetheart and write that down for us.”

Katie looked confused.

“Indulge me,” said Mr Collins.

She walked over to the desk. She’d never had the best penmanship and rarely used a fountain pen. She wrote as carefully as she could.

I want to fuck a billionaire and would have very few limits for the right man.

Having written it, she rotated the paper back to face Mr Collins and stepped away from the desk. Mr Collins took it and made a great show of inspecting the writing.

“It’s a solid proposal, and one I accepted gladly, but I’d like to renegotiate,” said Mr Collins. He took his pen and made three quick adjustments to it. He rotated it back. Katie started to make a play show of inspecting it, then gasped at the changes.

I want to fuck a billionaires and would have very few limits for the right manmen.

She looked round open-mouthed at the two other men in the room.

“Would you like to know the net worth of each of my guests?”

Katie regained her composure. “That…that will not be necessary,” she said. Leaning forward she took the pen from Mr Collins’s hand and signed her name under the altered document.

She couldn’t believe herself. She should have walked out, of course she should. This was getting beyond a joke, beyond an adventure. She was starting to get scared, as much as what she might be capable of just as much as the men might be capable of.

“Katie, would you then be kind enough to show the gentleman that delectable posterior of yours?”

She was going to, wasn’t she? Every suggestion she would follow just like a programmed automaton. She wished she knew why, but she simply wasn’t capable of saying no. Still, there was no need to be in a hurry to say yes. At least pretend you’re conflicted, she told herself.

“It’s okay. We’re all friends here. No need to be nervous,” said Bill in what he probably thought was a comforting voice.

Katie stood up. She brushed past both men on her way to the middle of the room, pulled her skirt up and her panties back down, and bent over, grasping her ankles with her hands. What the hell, she suddenly thought, if she was doing this, she should do it in style. She turned around and winked, “Gentlemen. I await your favourable evaluation.”

She faced forward again. She felt a man behind her, dropping his trousers and flesh started to probe her behind, pushing against her lips then suddenly he was inside her. Bill or Peter? She wasn’t sure.

“Oh God, she’s tight,” he said. It was Peter then — clients first.

“What did I tell you?” said Mr Collins, “Worth taking a break from making money for.”

Peter was moving back and forth. Not actually fucking, just testing her out. “That’s amazing. Bill, you’ve got to try this.” He pulled out and stepped aside.

Katie braced herself for another cock. She even wasn’t the sort of girl who racked up as many as three in a year.

She hadn’t been…

As he entered, Bill immediately felt different. Larger. Much larger. She let out a gasp.

“Hot damn,” she moaned.

Mr Collins laughed. “See. Simple pleasures shared between friends.”

“That’s good alright. Definitely nice and snug.” said Bill. “But what about the other hole.?”

For just a second she felt his finger push insistently at her ring. She suddenly slammed her legs shut – with Bill’s cock still inside her, all this did was suddenly make her yelp louder.

“Bill! Bill! She’s not a professional. Poor girls barely graduated university,” said Mr Collins. “Probably never had a man up there before. She still needs some training. Still, I know what you’re like. So, what do you say, miss? Are you game if Bill agrees to go gently on you?”

“I guess…,” said Katie. Her first and only experiment there hadn’t gone well, but that was probably because her boyfriend of the time hadn’t known what he was doing.

Mr Collins went round to the other side of his desk, to the intercom again. “Susan, would you like to join us, please? Could you bring the lube and the party bag up with you if you would?”

“I’ll be right up, Mr Collins,” the intercom crackled.

Katie was mortified. It was one thing to be fucked by three different men – one completely crazy, unbelievable thing – but just one thing nonetheless. It was quite another to let another woman see her in this position, even if Susan seemed to be in on everything regardless.

She started to stand up, but Mr Collins was suddenly there behind her, stroking her hair. “It’s okay dear, don’t be nervous. We’re just going to have a bit of help to get you ready.”

Susan entered, carrying an old-style doctor’s bag and a purple bottle. She nodded to Bill but didn’t bother with introductions with Peter.

Mr Collins smiled at her. “Susan, could we possibly trouble you to prepare Katie here for anal sex, please. Take your time, she’s new and quite nervous.”

“Yes, Mr Collins.” She came over to the desk where Katie was still bent over. She put the doctor’s bag on the desk. She reached in and pulled out a plastic mat which she unfolded and spread out across the carpet right in front of the desk. Katie stood out of her way for a moment until it was flat and Susan beckoned her back.

“Right, the first rule is you will need to stay on this mat for the duration,” explained Susan.

Susan then pulled out a disposable plastic glove from the bag which she put on her right hand. It took her a moment to awkwardly straighten out the fingers. She poured a drop of lube onto her index finger, then gently spread it around with her thumb.

“Now, Susan, I’m just going to dilate you a little bit. The lube will be a little bit cold, but I just want you to relax and we’re going to take as long as we need to get you ready.”

The first touch of the finger on her hole was indeed cold. Susan moved it around her crack, spreading the lubricant gently around, above and below the hole.

“Whisky, gentleman?” Mr Collins went to the display cabinet behind his desk and pulled out a bottle and three glasses. “So, what’s the hold up on this deal? Government not playing ball?” The men retreated to the other side of the room and started to talk shop.

“Ok, darling, I’m just going to stick a finger in, and start to work you loose.” Susan’s voice was calm and reassuring, but at the same time weirdly professional. She pulled the glove tight again and added just a little more lube to her finger. Twice she pushed gently, like pressing a button. The third time, she slid in just a millimeter. These were new sensations for Katie and she gave out the tiniest little yelp.

“Do you think we should offer the girl a drink?” Katie heard Bill muse from the back of the room. “Might help her relax a little?”

Susan was gently moving her finger at this point, back and forward by mere millimeters, but also round and round, widening the hole.

“I wouldn’t,” Mr Collins replied. “The way I’ve set these tete-a-tetes up, they’re all very focused on consent. Start to add alcohol into the mix and things get muddy.”

“Good point, good point…mind if I have another? No, you stay there, I’ll get it.”

On his way over to the desk, Bill stopped behind Katie for just a second, taking in the view. “Say, David. How about we go for a full three-holer? Been a while since we did that.”

That was the first time Katie had heard Mr Collins’ first name.

“Hmm, yes. When was it? That conference in Warsaw. The blonde Latvian girl, wasn’t it?”

“That’s right. God that was one hell of a night. Peter, you would have loved it. Totally uninhibited. Come to think of it, was she a pro or was she part of the hotel staff?”

“I know we paid her like a pro in the end, but I think she was one of the waitresses.”

Katie wondered if she should ask what a three-holer was. It was kind of obvious, of course, but she wondered about the details. Would it be all three men each in a different hole all at once? Would it be each man trying out all three holes? She kept quiet. Regardless of what they had just been saying, she’d moved far beyond any kind of informed consent. They would do to her what they would. Increasingly, she was sure she was going to love it.

“Okay, honey,” said Susan. “So now I’m going to be going a bit deeper. Just the same finger.”

Then Susan’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m also going to be checking for cleanliness. Mr Parish is not going to be wearing any protection, so it’s important that we keep the passage unobstructed for him. Did you go to the loo this morning?”

Katie was incredibly grateful that she had. “Uh-huh,” she said.

“Okay. That’s good. There shouldn’t be too much, but just let me check.”

The finger went deep. With a couple of strokes, it was all the way in. Now Susan started to bend her finger, probing around the hole in all directions. She was methodical and precise, checking all the angles. Finally, she said, “I think you should be alright.” Katie wondered if that was it. If she was officially deemed ready.

Susan drew the finger out. She inspected the glove for a second. Katie wasn’t sure what if anything she’d seen, but she took it off, wrapped it in a tissue from a box on the desk, and threw it in the bin. She then put on another glove and lubed up again.

“Okay, you’re doing great. We’re going to go for two fingers now. It’s all about loosening you up as much as possible.”

Despite what she had said, for the first thirty seconds or so, it was still just the one finger. Then, as she withdrew one stroke, Katie felt the second finger start to press in on her ring. It didn’t go in at first and Susan didn’t force. With the rhythm unbroken, she kept moving the first finger back and forth and for six strokes didn’t increase the pressure on the second at all. On the seventh stroke, she pushed just a little bit harder and both fingers suddenly popped inside her. Katie let out a sound halfway between a moan and a yelp.

“Hey, Susan! Don’t make her cum yet. That’s our job.”

“No, Mr Collins,” Susan said in a respectful voice. Katie didn’t need to look backward to know she was smiling though. In any case, it was now clear to Katie that Susan was no longer just probing, or exploring or loosening, she was finger-fucking her.

“That feels….amazing!” Katie said. She blushed. “Does that make me a lesbian?”

Susan laughed. “No, not quite yet.” The way she said it suggested that if Mr Collins wanted Katie to be turned into a lesbian, Susan would have a five-step plan written up by the close of business.

And then, for the second time that day, Katie was back in her zone. There were no more residual worries about what she was doing or why she was agreeing to do it, just the touch of another human being. She wasn’t worried about it being her first time having anal sex. She wasn’t worried about it being her first time with a woman, or if it even counted as a first time. She was lost in sensations.

Katie had no idea of how long it took, but eventually, Susan pulled out again. “I know you were enjoying that, but we’re ready for stage three.” God, thought Katie, how many stages are there and how much more intense can they get?

Susan went back to the doctor’s bag, pulled out three objects, and arranged them on the desk. They were butt plugs, in three different sizes. The first one looked small, not much wider than the two fingers she’d already taken. The second one looked, well, okay. Maybe she wouldn’t have thought so ten minutes ago, but it now looked manageable. She didn’t want to think about the third and largest one.

“Okay,” said Susan, “These should be clean, but you can never be too careful. I’m going to give these a thorough wipe-over.”

Again, she reached into her back and pulled out three sets of wipes, one alcoholic, one wet, and one dry, and went to work on each one in turn. When she had finished with each, she struck it down with force on the glass of the desk so the suction pad on the bottom locked it in place. When she was satisfied, she went back to the bag and pulled out two more gloves, one for each hand this time. She then put all the other items away, again very methodically, and shut the doctor’s bag. She picked up the smallest one and started to lube it up thoroughly. When she was satisfied she moved behind Katie again. This time the object went in without any resistance at all. Katie felt her ring widen and then close again, the base of the plug remaining outside and locking it in place.

“Okay, we’re going to leave that in for a little while before we can move up to the next level. Mr Collins, Katie will still need a little time to be fully prepared, but, maybe, if you gentlemen would like to join, we can make a start?”

The men put their whiskies down and rose from the side table.

“Ah, capital,” said Mr Collins. “Now how exactly are we going to do this? Clothes on or clothes off? I’ve provided these and Katie has got another set to go home in, so you don’t need to be worried about making a real mess.”

“You’ve dressed her up nicely, but we’ve had an eye-full of the sexy secretary look now. Call me a purist, but I like to fuck as God intended,” said Bill.

“Yes, I’d like a proper look at that body as well,” said Peter. “Another for clothes off, I’m afraid.”

“Alas I am outvoted,” said Mr Collins. “Still, I’d be a pretty poor host to grumble too much.”

Katie wondered if she was going about to be asked to do a strip-tease. Instead, Susan reached round from behind her and started to undo her blouse. When that was off, she snapped off the bra, and then Katie pulled off her skirt, tights, and panties. She stood there naked, apart from the end of the plug sticking out of her. Susan took the clothes, matter-of-factly folded them, and put them on a vacant chair.

The gentlemen were still fully dressed. They hadn’t discussed it, it seemed to be the done thing. All three had very clear erections sticking out of their expensive suits.

“Very nice, very nice,” said Peter. “A graduate, so what twenty-two?”

“Twenty-one,” said Katie, who’d only done a bachelor’s degree.

Peter hadn’t really been addressing Katie and he ignored her with his next comment as well.

“Been a while since I went so young. Mature women have their charms, their skills, for sure, but there’s something about a young body…I don’t know…just, out of the box, so instantly amazing”.

Katie wondered what Peter counted as ‘mature’. She wouldn’t have been at all surprised if he meant 25.

“Indeed. You know what though? If I’d been a bit more prepared, I’d have asked Susan to shave her as well. Still, I suppose we’ve already taken up enough of her time.” said Mr Collins. “So, three-holer then. Who’s doing what?”

“Well, Bill has dibs on the arse, that’s pretty clear.” said Peter “Say, do you mind if I avoid the oral. I like a good blow-job, but I don’t always cum from it.”

“Well, I don’t mind. I’ve enjoyed Katie’s pussy already enough today. I’ll take the mouth if it’s not unseemly for the host to go first.”

“Not at all. By all means, have at it.”

Mr Collins unzipped. Katie hadn’t really had a good look at his cock before, as he’d been taking her from behind. It was big, but she was also aware of how much older it was than her usual partners. Wrinkled. Again, she hesitated.

“Oh, Susan. Perhaps you could brief her on what’s expected. You see, young lady, there are certain conventions to these things.”

“Certainly, Mr Collins,” said Susan. “So, Katie, it’s really very simple. Mr Collins is going to use and ejaculate in your mouth. Don’t think of it as a blow-job, per se, it’s will be more of a mouth fucking. What I mean is that you don’t need to demonstrate any special skills — no licking or teasing. Mr Collins will set the pace, just try to keep your mouth open, take as much as you can, and try to keep your teeth away from his cock.”

Susan looked around for a second, found what she was looking for in the corner of the room, and then brought it over — a small open waste paper basket with a black plastic bag in. “You will probably need to spit during the act, so do it in here. Try to keep it off the carpet if at all possible. The key word however is ‘during’. Now, this is very important, once Mr Collins ejaculates you are neither to spit nor swallow his fluid. You should keep it in your mouth until you are given further instructions. Do you understand?”

Katie nodded.

“Right then. If you wouldn’t mind getting on your knees.” Mr Collins asked.

Katie obeyed. She bought her mouth close to his dick, opened wide, and waited.

He put his hand around the back of her head and brought it in. “Now, close,” he said gently.

She sealed her lips around his dick but otherwise didn’t move. He moved his hips backwards until his penis popped out.

“Again,” he said. They did exactly the same actions.

“Again.” This time, once her lips were sealed around him, instead of pulling out, he pushed forward, slowly but firmly. His dick moved past her throat and started to trigger her gag reflex. As she started to pull away, he put his other hand behind her head, keeping her in place. One second went by. Then two, then three, then four without release. By the fifth second, she spluttered and he suddenly released her. She reached over to the waste paper basket and spat out a huge trail salvia. Suddenly Susan was beside her.

“There, there dear. It just takes a bit of getting used to. Take a moment to get your breath back and then we’ll try again.”

Katie nodded but then broke out into a fit of coughing. She could feel Mr Collins’ impatience, though he didn’t say anything.

“Ready to go, dear?” said Susan. Katie wasn’t, not really, but she nodded anyway.

It was exactly the same process. Twice he inserted and withdrew, and on the third time, he pushed her head all the way down. This time she lasted ten seconds before coughing, but she also needed nearly twice as long to recover as well.

“Don’t scare the girl off before we’ve had a chance,” said Bill.

“Okay, okay,” said Mr Collins “I guess she’s not a natural deep-throater. We’ll have to work on that another day. All right, back in position girl. We’ll do this the easier way.”

The act had been intense, degrading maybe, but somehow Katie felt like a failure. She wanted to have succeeded, taken him for as long as he wanted, and heard his praise at the end of it. She swore to herself that she would learn how.

He was back in her mouth again and starting to fuck it. This time he was gentle, back and forth, but not too deep. She could manage.

He angled her head up. “Look up me, please,” he said. They locked eyes. She wondered what he truly thought of her. The eyes didn’t give anything away. She wondered what her eyes were telling him. That she was his completely, she guessed.

His speed was faster now, but he was still being careful. Not too deep, nor too fast, but definitely more insistent.

Without stopping he turned to Susan, “You could change her plug now, maybe.”

Susan nodded and went to the table to prepare. It took a couple of seconds, during which he continued to fuck Katie’s throat, but eventually, she came back with the medium size plug and some wipes. It dawned on Katie that Mr Collins wasn’t going to let her take a pit-stop — the change-over would happen in mid-flight.

Susan gently pushed Katie’s back forward, and Mr. Collins stepped backward to accommodate her. As she went forward, her head got lower and lower, and he bent his knees more to keep his hips in line with her mouth. When Katie had reached the natural limit of what it was physically possible for her to do while still continuing to give head, Susan reached behind her and wrapped her fingers around the plug.

Katie was expecting a gentle, teasing release, like before, but instead, she pulled it out in one motion. It hurt more coming out than going in, but the pain was only for a second. Still, suddenly her arse felt empty, like part of her had been removed. Despite the pain, they hadn’t missed a beat.

A minute went by. Susan was clearly in no hurry. She’d cleaned up the first plug and was now thoroughly applying lube to the second one. Even when she had finished that, she made no move to insert it. She just stood back and watched as Katie continued to pleasure the boss. Giving her arse time to breathe maybe? Katie had no idea how this was supposed to work, but she soon found that the two of them had resorted to their normal upright kneeling position.

Finally, then, Susan came back and pushed Katie back down again. Even so, the angle wasn’t quite right, the plug was larger and her body was constantly in motion. It took several goes, but at last, Susan managed to position the bulb right and put enough pressure on it to get it in. There was a little too much pressure and it hurt again as it slid in. Susan’s fingers had given her a false sense of security. She was suddenly scared by the idea of being fucked there again.

With the plug now in, she could focus again on Mr Collins. The little sounds he was making and the speed of his thrusts told her it wasn’t going to be long. His hands had thus far remained around her head, but now he moved one hand down and started squeezing a boob. It was a firm squeeze, demanding, but not rough. He brought his finger back and pinched at her nipples.

“Okay,” said Susan as Mr Collins entered the final phase. “Remember, do your best not to spit or swallow.”

Three thrusts later, he hit the point of no return. She was expecting him to thrust his cock deeper into her mouth as he came, but instead, he held back, drawing his cock back so the head was only just past her lips. He quivered uncontrollably and she felt her mouth fill up with liquid. She had never liked the taste of cum and this was no different, bitter and slimy, but she waited holding it in her mouth. After a third and final spasm, he gently pulled his cock out, being careful to give her time to seal her mouth back up afterward. She tilted her head up slightly. It made it easier to keep the mouthful in that way.

Mr Collins had reached over to the desk, pulled out a wipe, and was cleaning himself up, apparently having forgotten about Katie. Instead, it was Susan who came round and held out a large steel dish.

“You may spit.”

Katie dribbled the whole of the load onto the dish. It pooled there.

“Okay, that was brilliant, darling. I’m going to give you some water.” Susan undid a bottle of mineral water and Katie gratefully took a swig. She swirled it around her mouth for a second, before spitting it into the waste paper basket.

“Now, tilt your head back,” Susan said. She lifted up the dish and titled it up, slowly letting the semen land on Katie’s face. The forehead was first, then she moved her hands down so it started falling onto her nose and then chin. The semen on the noses dribbled down onto her eyes which she had to shut. She could also feel it getting trapped in her eye-lashes.

“Okay, Mr Sutcliff, she’ll be ready for you in just a second. Now might be a good time to see if she can take the final plug. No worries if you can’t, dear, we’ll just give it a quick go.”

In the end, it was easy. As she wasn’t being fucked anymore, Susan was able to angle her body carefully and get both plugs out and in without any trouble. She should have been scared of the size of the final plug, but she found she was more worried about her face. It was a mess and she could constantly smell the reeking semen.

Having completed the swap over, Susan took her hand and led her back to the group of three men. One down and two to go thought Katie, but she wasn’t sure how much she had left in her. Whereas before, she had taken a perverse kind of pride in the men’s admiring comments, now she stood before them disheveled and ashamed.

Susan passed her hand to Peter and said, “Your blushing bride.”

Katie hesitated again. “Anything I should know?” she asked Susan.

Susan shrugged. “No, this is going to be a fairly standard doggie fuck. Again, we want to keep the semen inside you, so keep your face lower than your back especially when Mr Sutcliff cums. You may find the sensations extra extreme with the large butt-plug in – it tends to move your anatomy and especially your G-spot around.”

“Okay”, Katie got down on her knees again, turned round, and pressed her face down into the plastic mat. “Mr Sutcliff, please fill me up with your cock and your cum.”

He said nothing, but she felt his cock enter her. Susan was right, between the plug and the penis she’d never felt so full before. The walls of her passage were pushed down, as he entered her, his cock pushed them back up, squeezing them between flesh and plastic. He pushed in again and she didn’t know if she was going to be able to take it. He must have sensed this, because on the next thrust, he pushed down hard on the base of the plug. Both her holes were filled at the same time.

Less than ten seconds and in only three thrusts, she came loudly. The convulsions from her orgasm rippled around the toy and the dick, pushing both directly into her G-spot. She came again, louder. This time, the shaking pushed the toy half-way out of her. Another thrust of the dick, and the toy fell out completely, rolling off the mat and half onto the carpet. Katie was only barely aware of Susan rushing to retrieve it, and store it away safely.

Katie’s body stopped moving, completely. She realized that she wasn’t being fucked anymore. Neither hole had anything in them anymore. Had Peter cum or was he just giving her some time to recover. She looked over and saw Peter starting to clean up.

“Ha! Peter, that was quick, but I can’t say I’d have lasted any longer in your position,” Bill said.

“Now if you’d just like to squat down for me,” Susan said. She placed the same dish plate as earlier under her and let her bend over it. As it started to trickle out of her, it was confirmed that Peter had indeed cum inside her. The first few dollops landed in the plate. Susan had a small plastic spoon ready. “If you’ll excuse me,” she said, she inserted it into Katie and started to tease the rest of the liquid out. There was less than had been in her mouth. Maybe it was more difficult to recover, or Peter had produced less anyway. In any case, when she had got all she thought she could, Susan took the plate and started to spread the load around Katie’s groan — the pubic hair, the thighs, and even round her labial lips.

“Okay, do we need a breather before round three?” she asked.

“No, I’m ready,” Katie replied. Her confidence surprised herself. “Where do you want me?”

“We can use the desk again,” said Bill unzipping. His dick was just as large as it had felt before.

She leaned over, presenting herself to him. Her nether regions were now a mixture of cum below and lube above. The cum on her face had started to solidify across her eyebrows and eye-lashes. She could imagine what she looked like in the men’s eyes.

Bill took the bottle of lube from Susan and applied a little to his dick. He moved his hand forward and back, half masturbating, half spreading the lube around. He pushed her legs a little further apart, being careful to go low enough to avoid the stains from the other man’s cum. He pushed her arse just a little bit lower. Then, in one movement he entered her. It was skilfully done. She gasped slightly but there was no real pain. He moved his hands up to her shoulders.

Slowly, deliberately, he started to fuck her arse.

It was different from the toy. Part of that was the warmth and, though he was hard, he was less rigid than plastic. More than that though was the feeling of being used for pleasure. She didn’t know if she could come through anal sex. She’d heard that some girls could. It didn’t matter to her though. She’d already had two earth-shaking orgasms. She just wanted Bill to feel good.

She was barely aware of Susan reaching into the bag again. She didn’t see what was retrieved but a moment later she felt a buzzing across her pussy lips.

Bill’s hand moved again. This time to her neck. He started to squeeze, just for a second. Then just as suddenly released. His hands moved back to her shoulders.

What the fuck was that? The crushing feeling around her throat had felt better in that instant than any of the sensations she had felt today. She wanted this man to be completely in control over her. They fucked for another minute or two, but Bill made no move to change positions.

Damn it! She was just going to have to take matters into her own hands.

Supporting her body with one hand, she grabbed Bill’s arm with the other and moved it back to her throat. “Bill, I want you to choke the fucking life out of me.”

For the first time today, she felt like she had the upper hand over the men as Bill seemed genuinely confused for a second. It only lasted a moment though. Suddenly he moved his other hand to her throat and started to squeeze.

“If it gets too much, tap the desk twice with your hands,” said Susan, still kneeling beside her.

Katie realized too late that he had only been playing before. This time he had real strength, and he didn’t stop. At first, it was just painful, but then she started to need air. She was terrified. Her head started to throb, and her heart started to pound. Then his hands just weren’t there anymore and she was able to take in big gulps of air.

“Again,” she demanded.

This time she was better prepared. She was able to take in a full lung of oxygen before the squeeze started again. The pressure of his hands still hurt, but it took her less by surprise. She could feel the rhythm of her heart and the rhythm of his thrust and the hum of the vibrator. Each playing at a different frequency and each bringing exquisite pain and pleasure at their own speed.

Hold and release. Hold and release. She was in a different zone now. One that subsumed not only her head and her loins, but her whole body. The pleasure was good, but the pain was better.

Bill was speeding up now. It wouldn’t be long till the end.

“Choke me and don’t let go until you cum.”

Bill let out a grunt of agreement. Back came his hands around her throat. He was trying to give it all his strength, but at first, the sensation was as it had always been. His pace continued to increase.

Then the need for breath started. She pushed it away at first, pushed it down. Her head was throbbing now, not just in her temple but everywhere. Her heart was trying to burst out of her chest. No, she didn’t need air. She just needed this man to cum. Her vision started to dim for just a second, then everything went red. Bill’s thrusts increased in tempo even more and just for one glorious second the two rhythms joined together. She felt simultaneously her left leg buckle and Bill take one last deep finishing thrust. Then everything went black.

3.

When she woke up she was sitting slumped in one of the leather chairs. She was covered by a coat — a lady’s but not her own. She could feel cum leaking from her holes and staining the chair, different from the now dried cum matting her pubic hair and encrusting on her thighs. Susan was pressing something cold onto her forehead — an ice pack.

“Oh, good, you’re coming round. I was worried. You managed to bang your head on the desk when you blacked out. It’s going to leave quite a nasty bruise.”

Katie was more awake now. She looked around the room.

“The men had to step out. A scheduled call. They left me to look after you,” she explained.

“They just left?” Katie asked.

“Time zones being what they are and markets closing when they do, if they didn’t make decisions now the risks would be, well, unacceptable. Take your time. There’s a bathroom with a shower right next door. There are towels in there. I’ve been asked to see that you’re okay, help you get clean, take you for something to eat, and then see you back to the station.”

Katie took the ice pack from Susan and started to apply it to herself. She tried to stand up. The first time, she immediately collapsed back into the chair, but the second time she was able to stand properly.

Susan poured something into a glass. Katie looked at it, trying to get her eyes to focus. It was a whisky glass, so it seemed both logical and illogical that it might be whisky.

“Apple juice,” explained Susan.

Susan went and retrieved something from behind Mr Collin’s desk. She placed it on the side table. After Katie finished the juice she leaned over and opened it. It was a pearl necklace. It was simple and tasteful and probably notthat expensive. No more than a thousand pounds tops. Maybe.

“I don’t want it,” she said immediately.

“Are you sure?” asked Susan, although she didn’t seem surprised.

“It…,” Katie tried to find the words. “…changes the nature.”

“I suppose maybe it does. Although you can view it as a mere token of appreciation. I’ll tell you what, I’ll keep hold of it. There’s no need to decide what to do with it now. Even if you don’t view it as yours, you can still wear it next time.”

“Next time?” asked Katie.

“Assuming, of course.” said Susan. “Mr Collins said I was to tell you that he was very pleased to make your acquaintance today and, mutual schedules permitting, would very much like to arrange regular meetings with you in the future.”

Katie sat back in her chair and found herself laughing.

Susan looked hurt for a second for a second looked hurt. “You know how many companions Mr Collins arranges a second date with? Not many, Mrs Collins excepted of course. I think he’s going soft in his old age. Keeps talking about the joys of training someone up. The choice is yours, of course, but I hope I don’t need to spell out what an opportunity this could be.”

“No, I don’t suppose you do,” replied Katie. “I think I’ll take that shower now.”