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  “Please, Mr. Goldman, you’re so big,” I whined.

  “Are you going to let me fuck you?” he growled.

  “Yes!” I cried.

  “Because that ass is mine.”

  He pumped me, going faster and faster, his cock stretching out my ass, filling me with sensations I never thought possible, sensual and dirty, but damn it, it felt so good to be stretched out and used, every hole his. He reached down and moved my hand to my pussy. “Finger fuck yourself. That’s it. That’s a good girl.” I fingered myself, but it was so tight, I had to fight to get my finger in there, feeling my opening press against my knuckles, barely able to squeeze in there with Mr. Goldman filling out my ass.

  “Oh, fuck, I’m going to come,” he shouted, and he came inside of my ass. I could feel each pulse of his cock through my whole body, tingling in my fingers, in the opening of my ass, every bit of me in tune with his desire. “Mine,” he growled, then slipped out of my ass.

  It was one of the most awkward feelings in the world, to feel an empty place where his cock used to be, like a part of me had been ripped out. The truth was that Mr. Goldman had taken so many parts of me; I needed to feel him inside of me to feel whole again.

  “I have a very important task for you,” he said. He straightened his tie and smoothed his pants, then sat behind his desk. “An important client is coming tomorrow. I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

  An important client? Of course I would be on my best behavior. I knew what Mr. Goldman expected of me. I had worked too hard, been teased and fucked and tormented and put on display too many times to get this far, and let it all go, all because of an important client.

  But what did he expect me to do with the important client? Would it be anything like what he did when we were alone?

  Whatever it was, I was up for the task.

  “Don’t worry, Mr. Goldman,” I said.

  “I never do,” he said.

  CHAPTER 6

  Mr. Goldman’s office door was closed the next morning. But I could hear voices and knew that the important business client was already there. I checked my lingerie in the bathroom before sitting at my desk, making sure that I looked perfect for him, but my panties were already soaked from anticipation for today. How would Mr. Goldman test my services today?

  The door to the office opened, and laughter filled the room. There were multiple men’s voices, ones I didn’t recognize. “Come in, Mina,” Mr. Goldman said, standing in the doorway. I got up slowly, then walked into the room, fixing my skirt to make sure it was perfect, so that I represented Mr. Goldman’s perfection.

  Four men sat on a large sectional on the other side of the room, opposite of Mr. Goldman’s desk. Their dark hair and cool eyes made me feel like I was on display, being watched, like an object on a pedestal.

  Mr. Goldman leaned on his desk and gestured at me. “Show my clients how well you can follow orders,” Mr. Goldman said. “Undress.”

  I stared at him for a moment, making sure that this wasn’t a joke. His jaw turned stern and he nodded his head. “Now, Mina,” he said coldly.

  I unbuttoned my shirt, my fingers shaking. I didn’t know these men. I mean, I didn’t even know Mr. Goldman, but at least I had known him through a friend of a friend. The men had greedy eyes, staring me down, not seeing me, but seeing what was underneath. I took the shirt off, folded it and placed it on the ground. I stepped out of the skirt, my legs quivering, but I took a deep breath. This was part of the job, wasn’t it? I had been trained by Mr. Goldman. I would follow orders like a good girl.

  “She’s already wet,” one said. I blushed. God, this was embarrassing. I was ashamed to already be excited by this. What kind of girl was I?

  “What a good girl,” one said. “What a find, Mr. Goldman.”

  “Thank you,” he said.

  Suddenly, pride filled me, hearing him say those words. He was proud of me. In the red bra, red thong, nude stockings, and black high heels, I hesitated for a moment, feeling all of their eyes on me, waiting for the reveal. I might have been about to be taken advantage of by a bunch of strangers, but they wanted me. Me. Mina Evans. The virgin college graduate who couldn’t get a job.

  That virgin was no more.

  I unbuckled my bra, my breasts swinging free, bouncing, and a small gasp let out of one of the client’s mouths. With one practiced movement, I took off my panties and my stockings at the same time, then stepped out of the heels, all of my clothing placed to the side of the room.

  “She’s on the pill, isn’t she?” one of them asked, not even looking at me, but looking at my aching breasts. I shivered.

  “Of course she is,” Mr. Goldman said.

  The four men stood, unbuckling their belts, readying their throbbing cocks, but guilt pooled in my belly. “Actually,” I said, “I forgot about the pill. You see, I—”

  “You forgot?” Mr. Goldman hissed. He turned me around by the wrist and spanked my ass hard. I yelped in pain. I hadn’t expected that. “We’ll have to punish you, Mina. All of them will come inside of you, every hole, so that maybe one day, you’ll learn your lesson,” he growled in my ear. “Good girls don’t get away with being bad.”

  For the rest of the day, they took turns with me, all fucking my holes and using me in every way. Mr. Goldman sat behind his desk, slyly grinning down at me, as they bent me over in front of him, slamming me into the cold glass, until I was all used up. A cock in my mouth, a cock in my ass, a cock in my pussy, come dripping down my legs, mine juice mixed with theirs, and I knew in my heart that I should never have disobeyed an order. I never should have forgotten to get on the pill like Mr. Goldman told me too.

  But I didn’t care. And neither did Mr. Goldman.

  “If she gets pregnant?” one of the men asked.

  “Leave that up to me,” he said.

  His knowing grin meant everything to me when he stroked my cheek with a lazy finger, as I got fucked from behind yet again, my pussy lips aching for a break, and yet needing more, always more. I loved feeling used, needed, my head empty of all of the things that had once worried me, being reduced to nothing, but a happy, compliant office whore. Even if I had to be offered to strangers, I would do it, for Mr. Goldman.

  “You’re a good girl, Mina,” he said. “You’re my good girl.”

  EPILOGUE

  When the pregnancy test came back positive, I was afraid to tell Mr. Goldman. Afraid that he’d fire me, tell me that I was nothing but a whore and throw me onto the street without a job, to go home to my tiny studio apartment and take care of a baby by myself. But I knew I had to tell him. I had to be honest. And maybe if I was lucky, he’d give me the decency of quitting the job on my own accord.

  So after I told him the news, I quickly grabbed my purse. “I guess I’ll be going,” I said. I turned to leave.

  “You won’t be going home,” he said, grabbing my arm. “You’re coming with me.”

  Mr. Goldman moved me into his mansion, proposing to me on the spot. “As my wife, I still expect you to fulfill the duties I expect of my assistants. But you’re too perfect to let go,” he said. “Will you marry me, Mina?”

  How could I say no?

  The DNA test came back that the child was his; his semen were strong and potent. And though I had risked it once, I wasn’t willing to do it again. I could be his assistant, fulfilling his every need, but he told me to get on the pill as soon as I was able. “Your pussy is my come-dumpster alone,” he said. “Mine.” I made plans with my doctor to follow his orders this time.

  For the next nine months and even after we had our perfect baby, I went to his work, as his wife, and sucked his cock, presenting my ass and pussy to him, and he used me, always nailing all of his billion-dollar deals, then nailing me.

  “You’re mine, Mina,” he said. “All of you.”

 

 

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