The Work Place (3)
THE WORK PLACE
Chapter Three
For a moment, Angie was frozen in place. Frantic thoughts of, He has a wife?? were bouncing around in her mind, making her head spin. She decided to make her thoughts known by yelling, “You have a w—!” She stopped because an amazing thought suddenly wormed its way through the thick layers of confusion, embarrassment, and guilt that enveloped her mind. Immediately, she bounced up off her position on the floor and made her way over to Anthony’s supposed wife, completely ignoring the fact that she had no clothes on, and the other woman was staring at her like she was a disgusting piece of shit that she had accidentally trodden on.
Angie grabbed the other woman by her chin and planted a long, wet smooch on her lips. “What’s your name?” she whispered, leaning her forehead against the other’s.
“Mary,” the wife sputtered. Underneath her flimsy blouse, her nipples hardened markedly.
“Well… Mary.” Angie said, placing both of her hands on Mary’s breasts, “I think you should loosen up a bit for the plans I have in store for you tonight.” Angie then ripped Mary’s blouse wide open, showering buttons, and unhooked her bra easily. Mary, unable to contain herself, seized Angie by the shoulders, pulling her sideways onto the floor, and landing underneath Angie’s slick body.
“Fuck me.” She said, taking off her skirt and panties and tossing them aside.
Angie grabbed both of Mary’s stiff nipples and twisted, bucking eagerly against her hips. “I knew you’d want this.”
They started kissing violently, leaving Anthony to his own business. They couldn’t leave him alone forever, though, since it wasn’t any fun without nice and good, deep penetration. Mary grabbed her husband’s penis, like a leash, and led him painfully toward the sofa. There, Anthony lay down against the cushions while Angie climbed on top of him, once again aligning their hips together. Mary turned around and placed her pussy next to Anthony’s mouth. “Do us both,” she instructed.
Angie took this as her cue to start fucking Anthony and latched herself firmly to Anthony’s cock, bouncing up and down, in and out. Anthony flicked his tongue into Mary’s opening and once again started sucking and probing around.
“Mmh! Oh, yeah, Tony!” Mary screamed. “AURGH!”
“Oh, yeah, yes, yes…” Angie whimpered, taking in Anthony’s full size over and over again.
“You like it deep?” Anthony asked the girl taking over his bottom half.
“YES! Oh, so deep… so deep…”
“Shut up and suck it, asshole!” Mary barked. “Uuh… Oh, yeah. Mm…”
“Oh, yeah, I think I’m cummin’. I’m cummin’!” Anthony yelled. “Ah…” he breathed a sigh of relief, emptying himself into Angie’s already streaming pussy.
“Oh! Ah!” Mary shut her eyes tight, deeply pleasuring the expert caresses Anthony’s tongue was applying onto her clit. She soon came, and Anthony sucked up all her fluids, like a thirsty boxer drinking Gatorade through a straw. Swallowing, he gave Mary’s ass a stiff, painful spank, and stuffed two fingers in between her buttcheeks. He immediately pulled them out and sucked on them.
Angie was still slowly grinding on Anthony’s pelvis, his seven and half inches still inside of her. She had just found the best spot that gave her just the right thrills to be able to cum again. Mary, already having her fill—or, rather, empty—decided to have a little fun with the woman who seemed to have taken such a liking to her husband.
She went into the kitchen, and the two in the living room heard her open the refrigerator. A few moments later, she was carrying full ice tray in her hands. She placed herself behind Angie and made her lean forward, exposing her wide rear. Breaking a cube from the tray, she started rubbing the slowly melting ice all over the other girl’s ass. Angie stiffened from the cold, but pleasured in it. Her steady grinding slowed down to just a few strong thrusts now and then because her focus was on something else.
All of a sudden, Angie felt a slight pain in her asshole, and her rectum began to numb. Behind her, Mary was stuffing ice cube after ice cube deep into Angie’s anus until there were about five inside.
Angie could feel the cubes slowly melting, and it gave her all she needed to be pushed over the edge. She came once again, and covered Anthony’s cock in a thick layer of white fluid. Totally spent, she lifted herself off of Anthony, whose length exited her with a wet-sounding pop. Angie fell onto the floor, breathing heavily, with her cold, sore ass in the air.
Mary crept up behind her and started slurping up the water that was leaking out of Angie’s butt. She kissed the cold opening and stuck her tongue inside. Soon, all the ice had turned into water, and Mary swallowed every drop. Flipping Angie over, she straddled her and squeezed Angie’s tits hard. This caused another yelp from Angie, who then started caressing and squeezing Mary’s breasts. Angie sat up and put her lips to Mary’s left nipple. She eagerly started sucking on the dark spot, and was surprised to find sweet milk come out.
“Oh, I’m a new mother, bitch.” Mary growled. “And don’t you forget that. You have no idea what’s coming your way for fucking my husband without my permission.”
Angie continued to suck and drink the thin stream of milk that profusely leaked from Mary’s tits.
“Okay, that’s enough.” Mary said after a while. She stood up, pulled Angie by the hair until she was standing, and bitch-slapped her across the face. Grabbing her arm, Mary threw her onto the wall and pinned her there. “Get the paddle, and the beads,” she instructed Anthony in a hard voice.
When he came back, Mary grabbed the large string of beads, at least two inches in diameter, and placed them at the opening of Angie’s ass, unlubricated and completely dry. Angie whimpered in silent fright, waiting for the intense pain she was about to experience.
“You think messing around with my Anthony is funny?” She half-yelled, violently pushing the string of beads into Angie’s asshole.
“AAH!” Angie screamed in intense pain. Tears started leaking from her eyes.
Behind her Mary pulled the string of beads out forcefully, making Angie groan and soften against the wall. It felt like her insides were being ripped out. Mary pushed the beads back in, and kept them there.
“Paddle,” she commanded.
Angie closed her eyes and succumbed to the pain she was about to endure.
Mary, heavy paddle in hand, drew her arm back and sent it ramming onto Angie’s peach-fucking-colored cheeks. She pulled back once more, and rammed the heavy, wooden paddle again and again against Angie’s backside.
By the time she was finished, Angie had crumpled onto the floor, blood leaking from various wounds on her ass, and also from inside her anus. She felt extremely sore all over, and was sure that she would never make it to her job interview tonight. She was just glad that it was all over.
On the other hand, Mary wasn’t quite through. She yanked the beads from Angie’s asshole, and blood spattered everywhere. “Don’t mess with me again,” she snarled through clenched teeth. She turned Angie’s limp, shuddering frame over, and threw her legs wide open. “You thought I was done? Well, think again, you slut.”
Making a fist with her right hand, and spreading Angie’s legs wider and wider, Mary slowly pushed her whole fist into Angie’s red cunt.
“P-please.” Angie sobbed. “I’m sorry…”
Mary paid no attention to this apology, and proceeded to stuff the rest of her fist inside Angie’s pussy. She’d reached until her wrist when Angie started coughing and hiccupping from the pain that emanated from her rectum and vagina. “Please don’t do this,” she whimpered, tears running from her swollen eyes down to her red cheeks.
Mary applied one last painful pressure into Angie’s vagina, and pul
led out her fist roughly. It was covered in blood.
“When you cross me, expect to bleed, ho.” She whispered menacingly into the other girl’s ear
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After hearing these words, Angie surrendered to the darkness that was eating away at the edges of her vision. Her body went limp, and her eyes fell shut.
“Take her to the basement,” Mary said. “And leave her clothes off.”