Bree Bellucci - Fucked by Force

“Make me come,” he breathed. Instantly, Mandy had her lips wrapped around Justin, sucking him as if were the last of the water on a desert earth. She sucked and sucked, dragging her mouth up and down his shaft as she ran her wet tongue in wake of her lips. Reaching her hands up, she grasped his shaft firmly with one hand as she extended his pleasure, and reached her free hand down to play with his balls.

Justin moaned as his head rolled back and Mandy wished she had a third hand so she could rub her dripping pussy. All thoughts and anger were forgotten and the only thing that mattered was the solid mass in her mouth, and her desperate desire to please Justin as best as she could.

Stretching her mouth wide over Justin, she took Justin deep into her throat, his cock pushing down into the depths of her.

“Holy fuck, Mandy!” Justin gasped. Mandy took pride in his outburst and sucked even that much harder. She tasted a few drops of sweet saltiness and felt him twitch in her mouth. Mandy was beginning to read the signs of Justin’s body and she knew his release was only moments away. She moved her mouth faster and faster, as she swiftly flicked her tongue against his thick skin.

“Swallow all of me!” he choked, before emptying himself into her warm and waiting mouth. Mandy pushed him deep into her mouth, as she felt his thick fluid run down her throat. She moaned against his cock as she swallowed all of him, obeying his every word and taking pleasure in his pleasure. Finally, Justin seemed to be emptied and he slowly pulled himself out of her mouth.

Mandy gazed up at Justin coyly through her eyelashes.

“Best. Fucking. Blowjob. Ever,” Justin panted, laying back in his chair, his cock hanging out. Mandy was so aroused and she was aching to come herself. She couldn’t remember ever being so turned on from giving a blowjob. She didn’t know how to ask Justin to help her orgasm, so instead she decided she would have to just deal with it for the rest of the day. As if reading her thoughts, Justin opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small, pink bullet-shaped object.

“Come on, baby. I bet you want yours too,” he crooned, motioning to his lap. He zipped himself back up and eager with her carnal desire, Mandy climbed onto his lap, straddling him, as he pushed her legs apart, revealing her soaked underwear. Justin’s breath caught in his throat as he observed her drenched panties.

“Oh, Mandy. You were so turned on,” he said softly, pushing her panties to the side as he pushed the object against her, which instantly hummed to life.

Mandy gasped loudly, the vibration feeling unbelievable against her swollen nub.

“That’s right,” Justin murmured, as Mandy began to grind against the small vibrator, moaning softly. Justin’s other hand played with her opening, his fingers sliding in and out of her juices. Mandy knew she would orgasm quickly and her breath quickened as she felt her nipples harden against her bra.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she gasped in small breathy moans before her orgasm crashed over her. Moaning softly, she grinded against Justin, trying to push his hand away as the sensation became too strong for her to handle, but Justin kept the object pressed firmly against her clit. Mandy felt her orgasm push higher and then she was coming again as a second wave descended upon her. She was swept up in her pleasure and when she finally came to her senses again, she saw Justin watching her appreciatively.

“Now, that’s how to start a Friday morning,” he said slyly. Mandy swatted at him, before slowly stepping off him. Once more, her panties were worthless and she yanked them down her slick thighs before throwing them on Justin’s desk.

“Add these to your collection,” she said wryly, as she tried to fix herself. Justin grinned and stuffed the pair in his pocket. Even though Mandy didn’t feel like she got any real answers to Justin’s behavior, things certainly felt more normal now, or at least normal for she and Justin’s bizarre relationship.

Mandy left his office and this time Meghan and Jen didn’t even bother to look up. The day passed quickly, and Mandy felt ridiculously kinky working the entire day without any underwear. Justin smiled seductively at her more than once as he tapped his pocket, which contained her damp panties. Mandy could only shake her head in bemusement. She wished every morning could start with His and Hers orgasms.

The end of the day quickly approached, and it seemed all the plans were set in place for the party the following evening. Justin warned the women not to be late, especially Mandy. She went home that evening feeling lighter than she had all week, all thoughts of Brad forgotten. Only Justin was on her mind, and she could not wait for him to see her in her costume.

Saturday flew by and Mandy found herself a jumble of nerves for most of the day, snapping at Chrissy and then apologizing for her bad behavior. Finally, Mandy began the long process of getting ready. She carefully blow dried her hair and then twisted it up before piling it on top of her head and curling the ends. Chrissy even offered to help Mandy apply her makeup. Mandy was more than grateful, especially considering the way she had treated her earlier. As Chrissy expertly swiped on mascara and then curled her lashes with a heated eyelash curler, Mandy felt a fresh surge of guilt. She wished she could tell Chrissy exactly what was going on, but she knew she could not.

The moment arrived for Mandy to step into her dress. She carefully extended her long, slender legs into the soft material, before Chrissy helped pull the dress up and zip her.

“Oh my god, Mandy, you look gorgeous,” Chrissy breathed. Mandy nervously glanced towards the mirror and her jaw nearly hit the floor. The creature in the mirror could surely not be herself. This woman was tall and elegant with perfectly coiffed hair and alluring makeup. Her gown ebbed and flowed around her and her entire being seemed to glow from within.

“Chrissy, you’re incredible!” Mandy whispered.

“Me? I didn’t do this! You are the incredible one!”

Mandy wanted to squeal with excitement. She slipped her feet into her delicate silver shoes before grabbing her mask and her evening bag. Just as she was about to reach for her keys, there was a knock at the door. She shot Chrissy a quizzical look before going to the door and opening it. Standing in the hallway was a man dressed in a smart black suit, with a chauffer’s hat in his hand.

“Ms. Ray?” he inquired.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“I’m your driver, Miss. I’ve been sent for you.”

“Really? You’re driving me to Justin’s?”

“Yes, Miss. The car is outside whenever you’re ready.” And with that, he gave a small bow before turning towards the stairs. Shocked, Mandy turned back into the apartment where Chrissy was standing, her jaw hanging open.

“Holy shit!” Chrissy squealed.

“My own driver!!” Mandy squealed back momentarily caught up in the excitement. She gave Chrissy a quick kiss on the cheek before turning and carefully making her way down the steps.

“Have fun!” Chrissy cried after her, and Mandy could hear the slight envy in her voice. Mandy wished she could have invited her friend, but she knew it wasn’t possible.

She carefully climbed into the town car and sat down. She turned to look around the rest of the interior and nearly screamed. Sitting in the car beside her, grinning, was Brad.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she hissed. “If Justin knows you snuck into this car, he will kill you!”

“Justin won’t know because he didn’t send for the car,” Brad said smiling. Mandy looked confused. “But if he didn’t send for the car-” she began slowly. Brad only smiled.

“I sent for it,” he finished. Mandy looked uneasy, but she couldn’t help the pull she felt towards Brad. Slowly, Brad scooted even closer to Mandy and Mandy felt her heart skip a beat as her skin flushed. As soft as a breeze, Brad lowered his lips to Mandy, waiting for her to turn away but she didn’t. Mandy found herself moving towards Brad’s mouth and the kiss started slowly before it began to intensify. The fire grew between Mandy’s legs and she wanted it to stop but she knew it couldn’t.