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shoulders, and Jonathan wrestled the skirt off. They didn’t remove her silky panties … apparently they couldn’t be bothered. At almost the same moment that her feet touched the floor, Nolan yanked her panties aside and pressed his thumb into her slick entrance.
    Elle moaned, and she felt Cunningham’s cock swell.  
    “Man, I missed this.” Nolan pressed his wet thumb into her unyielding ass, and Elle stopped breathing for a second, her body going rigid.
    Her resistance only turned Cunningham on even more. He pushed so deep that when his cock throbbed, it massaged her throat in a dark, naughty way.
    Jonathan moved forward, and when Cunningham slowly pulled out of her mouth, Jonathan entered. She never understood how they choreographed this dance, how Jonathan always knew when he was allowed to take her, and how far he could push it. Maybe Cunningham nodded his permission. She’d have to ask Nolan …
    Who apparently considered her tight ass ready for fucking because he was forcing himself into her. Tears of discomfort sprang to her eyes as Elle struggled, but it was futile. These dominant men had her alone in a dark, soundproofed room. No one knew where she was. Even if she could scream for help—which she couldn’t, not with her mouth full of the largest cock she’d ever seen—no one would hear her and come running … in fact, in that office, there was always the chance that they’d be invited to join in.
    The burning in her ass turned, suddenly, to a sweet, joyous agony that was utterly addictive. Thoughts about trying to get away disappeared.
    “It’s uncomfortable, isn’t it, Elle?” Cunningham asked.
    “Mmmm.” She was trying to answer him, but it sounded like she was desperately begging for more. Funny how that always happened when her body was taken for their pleasure.
    Nolan thrust deep and held himself there for a moment before quickly pulling all the way out. He loved to pound his entire shaft into her, stretching her tight, resistant hole before withdrawing and surging again. The days when she was first thoroughly lubed up were long gone. Gone, too, were the days when Cunningham prepared her by slowly pressing his enormous cock into her ass, to gently open her. Now Cunningham was as brutal as Nolan. But Nolan … she and Nolan had become closer, often lunching together, and it was a bit unsettling how he could just turn around and dominate her like this, so easily changing gears. Maybe when they were talking about television shows or how none of the nearby eateries served good cheesecake, he was really thinking about this, the moment when he would come to Jonathan’s office and do indecent things to her.
    And it was indecent how he did it, taking advantage of Cunningham and Jonathan fucking her mouth.  
    Jonathan didn’t have Cunningham’s self control, and he relinquished his turn in Elle’s mouth after only a minute or so. Cunningham was happy to reclaim the position, plunging into her for several swift strokes … then Jonathan surged into her again. Every few strokes, the other cock pushed into Elle’s mouth, and she had trouble constantly adjusting: Cunningham was long and as thick as two average men; Jonathan wasn’t as thick (what man was?), but he was long and more curved.
    They also thrust at different speeds, making it harder to time her breathing.
    “Stop.” Cunningham’s command was immediately obeyed. When Nolan released her hips, Elle knelt. No hands came to caress her, no deep voices murmured that she was a good girl, that they were pleased. Those moments of tenderness from Cunningham had fed her love for him, but he’d been giving her less and less. She assumed that today she would get none.
    No doubt about it, her apprenticeship was over.  
    “Look at me,” Cunningham ordered.
    Trembling, she raised her eyes. Cunningham and Jonathan fisted their swollen cocks, and Nolan came to stand next to them.
    “Open your mouth.”
    “Please, sir—” The first salty spurt