Intern Gangbang 2

by Traci Wilde

  Intern Gangbang 2: The Senior Partners Have Their Turn

  Tying Up and Taking the Intern Oh So Hard

  (A Reluctant Very Rough Bondage, Gangbang, and First Lesbian Sex Tale)

  By Traci Wilde

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  Intern Gangbang 2: The Senior Partners Have Their Turn

  Tying Up and Taking the Intern Oh So Hard

  (A Reluctant Very Rough Bondage, Gangbang, and First Lesbian Sex Tale)

  By Traci Wilde

  I slipped down in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position. My ass was still sore from what Nicholas and his friends had done to me last night, though the burning had finally subsided. Just thinking about it, their cocks up my ass, in my pussy – I grew wet at the memory, even though it had hurt, still hurt.

  I had been waiting for an hour, parking on the side of the road. Mr. Powers had arrived at his home a half hour earlier, and I was about to slip from my car and put my plan into action when another car pulled into his driveway.

  Her car.

  I watched as Ms. Jacobs – the Dragon Lady – let herself into Mr. Powers home, and I remembered the words he had said to me earlier that day, when he fired me.

  "We can't have you on staff either, even as an intern. We strictly forbid physical relationships between employees, no exceptions. It's in all of our contracts, even senior management," he had said of the reason for letting me go – that, and the fact I was just eighteen years old. He thought I was twenty, because I was an advanced student, already in my junior year of college.

  Mostly, though, it was because of what happened last night.

  He had seen a video – I don't know how he got a copy, didn't even know a video had been made – of me from the night before, in the staff conference room. Nicholas, the top junior associate in the company, had stripped me naked and tied my hands, then he and Peter and Roger, two other associates, had taken me on the conference table, kissing, touching, fucking me in the ass, cumming in my mouth, doing most everything you could imagine.

  It had hurt, it was frightening when they all went down on me, but it had been incredibly arousing – I came harder than I ever remember, and I have to confess to being disappointed a little when they let me go.

  This morning, though, had been the total opposite, very dispassionate, Mr. Powers' firing of me. He had seen the video, he had me recount the story of what happened to me, told me he would be firing the three of them as well as me for what happened.

  I wasn't ready to go, and I had come here, to Mr. Powers home, dressed in my sexiest, skimpiest short black dress, and I was going to make him want me, make him take me, and then I'd have my job back. Maybe more.

  Then I saw Ms. Jacobs – Fonda, I think her first name is, though everyone at work calls her Dragon Lady. She's tall, nearly as tall as Mr. Powers, and slender, with mocha-colored skin and long, thick black hair. She would be pretty if she ever smiled, but Ms. Jacobs looks as if she's about to rip someone's face off, or worse.

  She pulled into his drive, slipped from the car – she was wearing a long trench coat, which was odd given how warm it was, then slipped into his house. Seeing her walk into Mr. Powers' home was kind of shocking. Hell, seeing her walk into anyone's home is shocking.

  I opened my car door, walked across the street and up to his door. I rang the bell. A minute later the door opened. Mr. Powers stood there – he's not a tall man, maybe only six-feet, but he's large, barrel chested, with wide shoulders and a thick neck, like he had been a football player in his younger days and had kept working out all these years. He has thick black and gray hair. He was still dressed in the suit pants he'd worn to work, though his shirt was gone – he wore only a crisp, white t-shirt. I don't know how old he is, though I'd guess mid to late forties. I figured Ms. Jacobs at around forty.

  "Rachel?"

  Ah, I have him. He's surprised.

  In all that he saw on the video, in everything I said earlier today describing what the three junior partners had done to me, he looked no more than mildly interested, as if he were hearing the latest financial projections for the month. No raised eyebrow, no redness in the face, no disgust or fascination – just an odd detachment. That had been on his turf, in his office, everyone dressed up in their best business attire.

  Now, standing here on his front porch, dressed in my skimpy little dress, I had him off-balance, either because of the way I looked, or because he had the Dragon Lady inside.

  "Mr. Powers, I…" I looked down, like I was struggling with what to say, playing with the edge of my dress, pulling at it to flash a little more thigh. "I was hoping we could talk about my job."

  He sighed, leaned against the door frame. "There's nothing to discuss, Rachel. Your intern position was terminated. We'll honor your summer stipend, supply you with a reference, but as I explained this morning, that sort of behavior cannot be condoned among our associates, particularly on business property."

  I stepped forward until I was almost leaning into Mr. Powers. I looked up at him, giving my best wide-eyed, innocent young girl face.

  "We strictly forbid physical relationships between employees, no exceptions. It's in all of our contracts, even senior management," I said, repeating what Mr. Powers had told me earlier today. "Isn't that what you said?"

  I leaned more, my breasts barely touching him.

  He sighed. "Yes, that's correct."

  I put my hands up on his shoulders. I could feel a small shudder roll through his body, though he managed to keep his face impassive.

  "Then why did I see Ms. Jacobs slip into your house a few minutes ago?"

  He stepped back, put his hands on my arms, squeezed slightly. "Rachel, you need to go."

  I glanced down, saw his cock bulging through his pants. I smiled, looked up into his face and gently touched his crotch.

  "Is that for me, then, or for Ms. Jacobs?"

  He sighed. Before he could say anything, she stepped up behind him.

  "Let her in, Eli," she said, her voice little more than a whisper.

  I could tell by his face Mr. Powers didn't like the idea, but he stepped aside, gestured for me to enter. I went in.

  She was dressed in a sheer black teddy – ah, now the coat makes sense. That's all she had on under the trench coat.

  "You're that intern, right?" she asked.

  I nodded.

  "The one in the video?"

  I felt my face flush. I had no idea Mr. Powers had shared it.

  "It's okay, sweetie, we had to watch it together this morning, before we decided what to do with you."

  "How many people saw it?" I was suddenly nervous, taken aback by the idea of that video, of me tied up and the junior partners gangbanging me in the conference room, getting into general circulation. I had no idea they were videoing when we did it, and I assumed this morning that only Mr. Powers had seen it, when he fired me.

  "Relax, just the two of us," Ms. Jacobs – Fonda – said. "We're the managing partners, the two of us ha
d to watch it. Nothing personal, just business."

  She produced a memory stick, one that looked similar to the one Mr. Powers had the video on this morning.

  "Tonight, though, we were going to take another look, strictly for pleasure."

  I wasn't sure what to say. I'd come here to seduce Mr. Powers, then thought I had my chance to blackmail him when I saw the Dragon Lady enter his home. Now, standing here, I wasn't sure if she was teasing me in some cruel fashion or if she was serious.

  "Of course," she stepped behind me, leaned against me, her breasts pushing against my back, her mouth next to my ear as she whispered. "Now we have the real thing." She ran her hands along my shoulders, down my arms.

  My breath caught in my throat. I tried to keep a shudder from running through my body. I wasn't successful, and she laughed as she felt the shiver roll through me.

  "That's what you'd like, isn't it?"

  I closed my eyes. Her breath was hot on my neck. I was growing wet.

  Before I knew it, she grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me. From somewhere she had a rope – she crossed my arms behind my back, so that my forearms were parallel, and she tied me that way. A tiny seed of fear sprouted deep inside me, but the feeling of her hands on me, binding me, her lips on the back of my neck as she did so was intoxicating. Paralyzing. More than arousing.

  Mr. Powers stepped forward, took my face in his hands and kissed me, hard and deep, tongue slipping between my lips. I moaned into his mouth and then Dragon Lady pulled the ropes tight. She fell to her knees, began kissing along the back of my thighs – sending little jolts of electricity up and down my legs.

  Without warning Mr. Powers ripped my blouse open, then stepped away, left the room. He returned with a pair of scissors. My body trembled uncontrollably now as he cut my clothes away – the blouse, my skirt, then he sliced off my bra. He dropped the scissors to the ground and cupped my breasts in his hands, pinching my nipples.

  I moaned as he returned to my mouth, pressing hard, kissing, tongue slipping inside. Fonda continued kissing along the back of my thighs, her hands playing up and down the front of my legs.

  "Please," I whispered, turning from Mr. Powers' kiss as her fingers played along the edge of my panties.

  "Please?" she asked.

  "Yes, please," I whispered.

  Suddenly, she stood and slapped my ass hard, twice.

  "You do not speak unless we ask you to," she said, her voice now hard. "Do you understand?"

  "What? I—"

  Another smack, this time much harder, from Mr. Powers.

  I looked at him. He smiled, but there was little humor in the grin. That little seed of fear I felt earlier suddenly bloomed.

  Fonda began looping more rope around my arms, not just the forearms but my upper arms, tying them tightly together, then lashing my arms to my body. She wrapped the rope around me several times, looping it around each breasts until she had bound them as well. By the time she was done, I couldn't move my arms at all, and even my breasts were tied so tightly they didn't move much.

  That's when he smacked me again, on the ass, over and over.

  "Please," I cried. "Please stop."

  Dragon Lady grabbed my hair and yanked back, then kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth, her other hand on my sore breasts, grasping them hard, playing with my nipples. She let go, slipped her teddy off and let it drop to the floor.

  They forced me to my knees. Mr. Powers undressed, smiling at me the whole time. Finally he stood in front of me, nude, his cock in my face. She stood behind me, straddling me so that the back of my head was against her pussy.

  Then Fonda showed it to me – the strap on. I squirmed, pleaded – I was afraid she was going to put it on, ram it up my ass. I was still sore from last night, from having those cocks inside my ass.

  Instead, Fonda looped the strap-on's belt and around my face, head. One strap she put right over my eyes, so that I couldn't see. the other she wrapped around my face, right above my upper lip and below my nose. The third length of harness she wrapped around my throat. When Fonda pulled tight, the harness squeezed my neck, cut off part of my breath. I panicked, tried getting away.

  Mr. Powers grabbed my breasts, pinched my nipples and pulled. I cried out.

  "Remain still, or I can always squeeze more." He gave my breasts a quick hard squeeze to demonstrate. When he did, another shudder ran through me. My breasts hurt, but his hands there, squeezing, sending pain through me, while I was bound and helpless was surprisingly arousing. I whimpered – I'm sure he thought from pain or fear, but it was from the growing sense of wanting, craving.

  Soon enough Fonda was done. The strap-on was hanging from the back of my head, held firmly in place by the harness around my face and neck.

  That's when Mr. Powers stepped up to me, his cock against my face. I struggled, tried turning away, but Fonda held my head firm in her hands and Mr. Powers pushed his cock against my mouth. I refused to part my lips, but then he pinched my nostrils shut. I held as long as I could, finally gasping for breath. When I did, he shoved his cock all the way in, touching the back of my throat.

  I gagged, at first, but then he pulled back and shoved again. This time I pushed under his cock with my tongue, guided it a bit, then when he pulled back I sucked as hard as I could.

  He gasped, then shoved in hard, and once again I pushed under his cock with my tongue. He still touched the back of my throat, but not as hard.

  I moaned – I wanted him to keep thrusting. I felt myself growing dripping wet – I still wore my panties, and they were beyond damp now. Then Fonda moved forward, her pussy against the back of my head, the strap-on slipping inside her cunt. She moaned, pulled back just a bit then thrust against the back of my head, forcing my face forward, making me take his cock in even deeper.

  Then I heard them, felt them, their bodies pressed against one another above my head, kissing, his hands on her shoulders, on her breasts, her hands holding my head still.

  He thrust harder, faster. She did as well. They were both fucking my head – he with his cock so deep in my mouth it felt as if he would stretch my jaws apart, she slamming her pussy against the back of my head, taking the strap-on deep inside her.

  My own breathing, already difficult because of the way they surrounded my head with their crotches, came fast and shallow now, my heart slammed inside my chest.

  Sweat rolled off their bodies, mingling with the sweat on my own body. I pulled at the ropes with all I was worth – I wanted desperately to touch them, caress their bodies – but I couldn't wiggle my arms even an inch.

  I realized I was clenching my legs together as tightly as I could, thrusting my own hips, trying with all I was worth to cum.

  I sucked as hard as I could each time Mr. Powers pulled back, then rammed my head backwards as forcefully as I could every time he thrust forward, pushing the strap-on deep into Fonda.

  I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep going – God, I wanted so badly to cum, I realized I was actually crying. I didn't care.

  I felt Fonda wrap her fingers with my hair and pull harder. Mr. Powers slammed against me with more force, his balls hitting me on the chin, his public hair scratching my face.

  Fonda was gasping now, even as they kissed. My own breathing – strained as it was around Mr. Powers cock – was shallow and jagged.

  She screamed, he called her name. They moved even faster, slamming against my head, my face. I tried calling out, moaning, but what little sound I could make was swallowed by their cries. Then Mr. Powers came, an explosion of gooey, salty cum filling my mouth, spurting down my throat, rolling over my lips and down my chin.

  Fonda cried out, and I felt her cum, body shuddering, out of control, her own juices coating the strap-on, dripping down , matting my hair.

  They kept moving – I'd never been with a man who came for so long, who kept thrusting, his cum continuing to fill my mouth.

  My own body was
on the edge of control. My heart pounded, my own juices dripped from my pussy, matted my panties, slipped down onto my thighs.

  Finally the two of them slowed, their gasping became heavy breathing, their movements coming to a stop. Mr. Powers pulled his cock from my mouth, Fonda stepped from behind me. Cum covered my mouth, chin, trickled down along the front of my throat.

  She squatted in front of me, licked my lips then kissed me, her long, pointy tongue going deep into my mouth while her hands worked the strap-on, unfastening the harness and belt portions. She pulled it from my head, then stood and forced her pussy against my face.

  "Kiss me," she whispered.

  I pressed my lips to her pussy, kissed, then slipped my tongue into her cunt.

  She gasped, then put her hands on the back of my head and shoved my face against her pussy.

  "Yes," she whispered.

  I explored, tasted, ran my tongue along her clit. Again, she twisted my hair around her fingers, held me hard and fast against her pussy while she thrust forward. Her body shuddered, spasms rolling up and down as she cam again. She yanked so hard I feared she might pull my hair out, yet I didn't care. I bit gently, licked, shoved my tongue in as deeply as I could.

  She screamed, body out of control, her juices coating my face.

  Mr. Powers knelt behind me, reached around and began fondling my breasts. They were sore, but the sensation of his hands there, touching, playing, caressing, was more than I could take. My whole body seemed to convulse, shivers and shudders running through me, waves of ecstasy washing over me.

  I pulled back from Fonda and cried out. She yanked me forward by my hair while Mr. Powers squeezed my nipples.

  "Don't you dare stop you little slut," she called out, thrusting back and forth against me so hard it hurt.

  Finally, again, her thrusting slowed, her body stopped shivering. My own climax rolled through me like a violent, swirling summer storm. My body ached, my mouth hurt, yet the pleasure, the feeling of helplessness, of being a sexual toy, drove me. I cried out again, clenching my legs so tight they hurt.