Gay Dads- All His Son's Friends

by Fantasia Moan

  Oleg was too tired and simply walked to his half prison half dormitory. He didn't notice the women had followed him and they pushed into the dark room and onto a bed. He felt as literally ripped away his clothes and one of them straddled him while the other sat on his face. Oleg tasted the cum in her pussy and flicked his tongue across her lips and along her clit. The other was bouncing on top of his penis and he felt every slide going deep into her. She kept bouncing until his penis was nice and wet before raised herself and forced it into her asshole. Oleg felt the tightness and the messy pounding began as she rode his dick. Oleg grabbed the breasts of the girl above him and she moaned as he grabbed her nipples and rubbed his fingertips against them.

  Oleg asked to get up and the girls obliged. He bent them over against the bed and spat on his penis. He grabbed the first girl and slid his dick into her. She felt deep in her and moaned slightly. He began pounding so hard that his stomach slapped at her ass cheeks and she rocked forward and back. He moved to the girl that had already started anal and spat on her ass and with a finger rubbed the sticky spit into her asshole. She laughed as she was also rammed and the sound of the bed creaking could be heard in the darkness. He held her by her breasts and squeezed them hard as he slid in and out of her. He went to the other and pushed his penis into her pussy to wet it with some of her cum and she moaned again. He pulled it out after a few thrusts and put it back into her friend who had already gotten a nice gaping asshole. He spat into it and pounded at it. A thick film of ass juice, cum and saliva was around the base of his dick and he smiled as it helped him pound without resistance. He felt his eyes twitching and they immediately turned around as he stopped to suck on his grimy dick. They took turns sucking until his dick dripped with slobber. He groaned as he came and it splashed on both their faces. They smiled as they sat on the bed completely breathless.

  Oleg only left after they had fallen asleep and walked out of the room only to bump into Katja who smiled at him.

  "You still have enough left for me?" She asked and Oleg smiled with a raised eyebrow.

  Story Twenty-Eight

  Chapter One

  I had been worried all day. I was getting a new manager today. Everyone in the company had heard a lot about Ms. Garland. The new manager was nearly a legend in the company. She was being brought in to save the falling figures in our department.

  The decline in sales couldn’t be pinned on me, I was only a receptionist, but I still felt like today was going to be a whirlwind. Ms. Garland had a reputation for being quite demanding. Everyone in the office was in a full blown panic as they came in and found their way to their cubicles.

  The office was normally alive with chatter at this time of the day. Everyone was talking and laughing, but today you could hear a pin drop. I knew it was bad when Giselle came in quietly that morning. There were no men who worked on the floor. I had assumed that I was going to get away from the bravado and the constant flirting when she went to work on an all-female floor, but Giselle had filled in that gap.

  Giselle was 5’5” and curvy, with fiery, lusty eyes. She played softball, and roller derby, and she was always inviting Sandra out to see her play. Giselle was always finding excuses to put her hands on me. I am described as petite by everyone. I am barely 5’2” and I weigh 90lbs. My tiny B cups look enormous on my body, or at least that’s what Giselle keeps saying.

  Nikki and Valerie were the other associates who worked in the office. Nikki had dark hair, and a tiny frame. She was tall, and slim, and she always complained that she had no curves, but her face was perfect. Valerie was like a Barbie doll, tall and perfectly proportioned. Everyone hated how perfectly every piece of clothing fit her. The girls got along for the most part. They were all beautiful in their own way, and it was a complete mystery to Sandra why they were having trouble selling cosmetics.

  “Well, this isn’t what I was expecting.”

  Everyone shot to attention. Ms. Garland had managed to sneak into the room undetected. She was tall taller even than Nikki. She was thin, but with amazing curves that her bright red dress put on full display. The color really brought out the shine in her dark ebony skin. She was smiling ear to ear as she stood before a room of droopy faces. Everyone tried to look busy at the same time.

  “Okay, cut it ladies,” Ms. Garland laughed. “I know today is going to be tough. Today is a transition day, and I don’t want to get our time together started off on the wrong foot. We are going to have to come together if we are going to save this department. We can’t do that if we are trying to hide our true selves, or cover things up.”

  She was holding a pen in her hand as she talked. I was so captivated by this powerful, black woman as she commanded the room that I barely noticed the pen. However, when it dropped to the floor I jumped out of my chair and picked it up. I was on my knees handing the pen back when I realized how silly I must’ve looked.

  “Thank you,” Ms. Garland cooed as she took the pen back. She was smiling down at me. I felt like a child kneeling next to her, and it wasn’t much better when I stood up. I felt so short, and I could barely see from the tears that were welling up in my eyes.

  It is my least favorite thing about myself, as soon as I start to get embarrassed my eyes start to water. I could feel the shame all over my body. It was a warm tingly feeling, and it was crippling me. I was standing beside Ms. Garland staring at the ground, not sure what to do next.

  “You can take a seat,” the manager said as she pointed to my seat and kept going with her speech. I couldn’t even listen to her words. My face was burning, and I was just staring at the desk replaying the incident in my mind. I had heard Giselle and the other snickering at me. They were all going to tease me about this later.

  I had no idea why I was feeling such a pull toward this woman. She was so confident and sure of herself, and I was sure that was part of it, but I had met many people like that before. I couldn’t look at her without blushing. I tried to tell myself it was just the pen thing.

  “I am going to be reviewing the numbers over the last seven months today,” Ms. Garland said as she moved over behind me. Her office was directly behind my desk. My eyes were fixed directly on the stack of papers in front of me. “If you want to speak with me, please talk to Janine.”

  “Mmm,” I couldn’t stop it. The moan had left my throat as soon as the tip of Ms. Garland’s long finger nail touched the back of my blouse. “Sorry…sorry,” I said as I tried to defend my actions. The others were all trying to stifle their laughter, but Ms. Garland let her whole hand rest on my back for a second.

  I could feel the sparks coming through her hand. I never wanted her to move it. It felt too good. If it wasn’t for the others in the room, I would’ve told her that. Actually, that’s not true, I would’ve thought about it and chickened out.

  “I know you’re nervous,” Ms. Garland sighed. “We’re all a little on edge today, but we are going to have fun. I want to do some team building tonight, so everyone clear your schedules.”

  Chapter Two

  “I thought you were going to cream right then and there,” Giselle said when Ms. Garland had walked into her office. Giselle sat down on my desk and looked into my red face. “You’ve got it bad.”

  I tried to defend myself, but I couldn’t find the words, I stammered for a minute. Giselle just started to laugh. My eyes fell to the desk again, as I heard the others starting to chuckle to themselves. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I was normally so in control of myself.

  I was the first one to get to work every day, and I was never late. I kept each meal to 300 calories, and snacks under 200 calories. I never ate junk food. I went to bed every night at 8pm. I kept myself tightly regimented. Right now I felt out of control.

  Giselle and the others were still laughing at me, and I was trying to think of a reason to get out of the office for a minute. Luckily the others thought I was just being a suck up, but I could tell that it was much more than that.

  “Could I
see you in here?” The page from Ms. Garland made the teasing a little worse, as they all ouuuwwwed at me, but at least I was able to leave for a minute. I started to stand up, but my legs froze. I couldn’t go talk to this woman. She had an unnatural power over me. I was going to act like an idiot. I took a deep breath and stood up. I was already starting to blush before I got to the door.

  “You called me?” I said. It was a stupid thing to say. We both knew that she called me. I tried desperately to look the gorgeous black woman in the eyes. I was getting drunk on the shame. I could feel the shame burning around inside of me.

  “Come on in, close the door,” Ms. Garland commanded as she watched me standing in the door struggling with life. “I’ve just been going over the numbers and I wanted you to give me a hand with something.”

  “Of course,” I said, as I went to take a seat on the chair in front of her desk.

  “Did I say you could sit?” Ms. Garland’s voice was very sharp.

  I shot up straight and stood at the corner of the desk. It wasn’t helping with the redness at all. I could tell that I was red all the way down to the plunging neckline of the sun dress I was wearing. I could feel her eyes on me. I couldn’t meet her eyes, but with my eyes on her I could see her hand move to the pen on her desk and purposely knock the pen onto the floor.

  “Pick it up,” she said.

  I hesitated for a second. I was trying to understand what was going on. She was about to speak again when I walked around to the edge of the desk and bent down to grab the pen.

  “No,” the beautiful ebony goddess spoke and my heart stopped. “On your knees.”

  My mind was whirring and my knees were shaking. The words froze me in my tracks for a second. I looked down at the pen, and took a breath. I slowly got myself down to the ground. My arms and legs were shaking so hard that it was difficult to even manage this move.

  On the ground I grabbed the pen, and I looked up to see Ms. Garland had turned herself toward me. Her legs were open wide and I could see her pink pussy glowing in the dark tunnel of her legs. As I shifted myself closer to her chair on the ground I could feel the moisture between my legs. I was soaking wet.

  As I stared at her pink lady parts I suddenly realized that she was likely watching me stare at her vagina. I looked up to see the biggest, whitest grin greeting me. All of her teeth seemed to be showing. I felt even smaller than I already was. She let her nail trail up my arm, and into my hand as she took the pen back from me. The tingling actually made me quiver.

  “I’m sorry,” I blurted out for no reason. I was on my knees at her feet, and saying sorry for shaking. I didn’t know what was going on, but this woman who I had barely knew had seemingly taken over my life.

  “You don’t need to be sorry,” Ms. Garland said as she let another nail trail from the top of my cleavage up to my chin. I was going crazy, my body was throbbing, and I needed more. She turned around in her chair and started reading through the files in front of her. I was nervous about what to do next. I didn’t want to leave, but she seemed to be done with me.

  I started to stand up. “Don’t move,” the manager commanded. I stopped and slowly lowered myself back onto my knees. “Good girl.”

  I stayed there on my knees as Ms. Garland read through the files. I was starting to ache, but every time I tried to move she would stop me. I just stayed there on the carpet for hours. I could see Giselle and the others looking through the long, narrow window that ran beside Ms. Garland’s door. Giselle was dying laughing as she watched me kneeling beside the desk.

  “Giselle is it,” Ms. Garland called out into the main office. The others ran away, and Giselle looked nervous as she opened the door. “It is almost lunch, and I’ve had enough for the day. Lock the office door and bring everyone into my office. We are going to work on some team building exercises.”

  Giselle’s face brightened as she ran back out into the office. I looked over at Ms. Garland, and her smile was making me nervous, but incredibly excited.

  Ch. 3

  “Take your clothes off,” Ms. Garland commanded and I was a little taken aback.

  “No…”

  “What was that?” Ms. Garland’s hand slapped against my inner thigh. A small cry of pain escaped my lips. “Put your pussy in my hand.” Ms. Garland commanded as she held out her palm.

  She held her hand high and I had to stand to get the hand under my dress. It was an odd request, but I found myself doing it anyway. I didn’t want to get hit again. It was my thigh and it didn’t really hurt, but it was enough for me to get in line. I had never liked pain.

  “You are dripping on my hand!” Ms. Garland yelled as the others walked into the room. I could feel the blush flooding my cheeks. I was embarrassed, and I couldn’t deal with the shame I was feeling. “Lick it off.”

  I bent down…

  “On your knees,” Ms. Garland demanded and I got back onto my knees and I started to suck my own juices off of her fingers. I couldn’t believe how wet her hand was. Ms. Garland started to slide each finger in and out of my mouth like she was fingering my mouth.

  I started to forget about everyone else in the room. I was looking right into her gorgeous brown eyes and I was sucking her fingers. “That’s it,” she purred at me. Her deep voice sent chills through me, and I started to suck harder and faster.

  “Girls, I think we’ve found ourselves a prize,” Ms. Garland said as she took her hand away and patted me on the head. “Giselle, can you get the slave ready?” Ms. Garland started to put away her paper work as Giselle and I made nervous eyes at each other. “Get her clothes off.”

  Giselle was almost running as she moved over to me and pulled the dress right over my head. I was thrust up to my feet again, and my arms wrapped around my breasts as I tried to cover myself. I was looking around the room at the hungry eyes that were watching me, but the eyes I wanted on me were busy tidying up.

  “Get your hands down,” Ms. Garland said. “Giselle get the rest of the clothes off.” She seemed so relaxed about this whole situation. I couldn’t help but feel hurt that she was so nonchalant about the entire thing. My whole world was shifting and every word out of her mouth seemed to shake me to my core, and yet Ms. Garland was unaffected by the whole situation.

  “Come on you,” Giselle said as she pulled my arms down and reached behind me to undo my bra. Giselle had her body pressed right against me. The bigger woman pulled my panties down and took the opportunity to smell them. “You are sopping down there.”

  Giselle rubbed my wet panties on my face. I turned my face, but I didn’t try to back away. I was afraid, but more than that I was drunk on the electricity of the room. My head was spinning and as nervous as I was, I needed more of this, whatever this was. “On your knees, little pet.”

  “Giselle,” Ms. Garland’s tone was warm, and yet it sounded overbearing. Everyone in the room could tell that she was in charge. Everyone snapped to attention. “You have the biggest sales this month…why are you not on your knees?” Ms. Garland snapped at me.

  I shrugged and started to get down onto the floor. “No, you have to receive a punishment.” The girls were all smiling deviously at me as Ms. Garland crossed the room and let a big red nail trail down my back. “I am sorry about this, but you need to learn how to listen to instructions. I had put you into Giselle’s care, and you disobeyed her.”

  Shivers ran down my back as I shook as the nail lifted off my back.

  Smack!

  “Ahhh!” I screamed. I looked over to see Giselle’s smile go a mile wide. As I got down to my knees I watched the others moving in around me.

  Ms. Garland walked over to her desk and tossed Giselle a rope. “This is our team building exercise. Giselle you are the team leader, and you are going to figure out how to tie up this slave so that we will get the most out of this experience.”

  Giselle moved in and started barking orders to the others. I felt three pairs of hands on my arms, legs, and I couldn’t really see, but I figured the
hands on my breasts belonged to Giselle. Ms. Garland was talking in a low but commanding tone as she corrected their technique.

  My skin was on fire as the rough ropes dug into my soft flesh. I couldn’t see what was going on, because my hands were being tied to my feet. I had at very least been given a chair to rest my head on. It was a cheap, orange plastic chair, but it held my head up.

  “Very good ladies,” Ms. Garland said as she walked over to inspect their work. I felt a surge of passion jump through my body as her finger grazed my skin. She was just inspecting the ropes, but she had touched me. Every look she gave me, and even the slightest touch drove me wild with passion.

  “Now, the next task is even more fun,” Ms. Garland purred. “You’re going to bring this little slave to the edge of orgasm, I want her face red, and I want her quivering, and you’re going to hold her there for the next thirty minutes.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. There was nothing I could do about it, but I wriggled anyway. The others all started to laugh, but Ms. Garland very calmly walked around behind her desk. I could feel her eyes on me as the others started squeezing my nipples, and Giselle’s hand went between my legs.

  “You’re so wet,” she teased as fingers kept disappearing inside of me. She started with two and then steadily increased until I thought I felt her watch rubbing against the opening of my pussy. My eyes glazed over and I cried out. Nikki stuffed my panties into my mouth.

  “That oughta shut you up,” Nikki said. She had always seemed so nice in the past. It was like Ms. Garland had cast a spell on the office. Everyone was losing control, we were all drunk on the sexual energy she put off.

  Every time I got close to orgasm a blow would come across my thighs, or stomach, or face. I was lost. The mix of pleasure pain was causing me to lose track of everything that was going on. When suddenly everything stopped I was lost. There was no way that was half an hour. I looked around in a panic as everyone moved away. They had all moved onto each other.