Leanne Revealed

Michael noticed a stream of drool running from Leanne's chin, beginning to pool on the polished wood desk. He was stunned and amazed at the thought that this was the demure, sweet lady he had been sipping coffee and chatting with such a short time ago.

"Damn Mike, looks like dinner is on me tonight. I'd bring Leanne along but you know the rules, she has to go home to her limp-dick husband. "

"Well Leanne, my sweet little fuck-doll, there are two men with hard cocks here, what do you do about that?"

Leanne rose, turned and clicked a few steps over to position herself between the two men. She glanced briefly, shyly up at Michael. Brock's hand shot up and slapped her tit cruelly, "On your knees bitch."

Leanne obeyed and lowered her knees gingerly to the cold marble floor. "C'mon, you're wasting my time here, get those cocks out and do your job you little slut!"

Leanne got to work unzipping and un-buckling Michael. He felt so strange, slightly self-conscious and guilty, but at the same time realizing there was no going back. What a strange world he had entered in the past half hour.

Brock, impatient, had dropped his slacks and boxers to the floor and was already slapping his cock against the top of Leanne's head by the time she had pulled Michaels pants down and taken his throbbing member in her hand. She was busy thanking her stars that Michael at least had a normal sized penis while Brock was busy slapping her about the head and neck with his club sized member.

She began licking Michael's swollen glans, running her tongue tip around the inflamed red rim and tickling the delicate frenulum. From the way he shivered, she knew this wouldn't take long.

Brock spoke down to her, "Now Leanne, Michael told me a little while ago he wanted to cum on your tits, but I think he was just trying to be a nice guy. If he wants to cum in your mouth or wherever, you let him know that's okay, right?"

Leanne pulled her lips from Michaels cock head and looked up at him with puppy eyes, her chin wrinkled a little in disgust. "Michael, master says you can cum anywhere you want. Mr. Magnusson likes to shove his cock all the way into my throat when he shoots his load." Her eyes dropped, "He does that all the time."

"Okay Leanne, enough talk, suck cock!"

With that Brock grabbed a knot of hair at the top of Leanne's head with one huge hand and grasped her jaw with the other, shoved his huge cock into her wide open mouth and began to bobble her head back and forth like a dash-board doll.

Michael wanked himself, entranced by the sight, so hard to believe Leanne would let anyone treat her this way. He was sympathetic to her, but it was now hard not to see her as a slut, a whore, a fuck doll.

Brock was mouth-fucking Leanne in earnest now, shoving his mutated phallus in until she would gag on the head at the entrance of her throat. Her head jerked spastically as large amounts of saliva ran out the corners of her mouth, even from her nose. Tears were overflowing her eyes and her mascara ran down her cheeks.

Michael couldn't resist rubbing his cockhead against her wet cheek.

Brock began to monologue as he brutally fucked Leanne's face, "You know Mike, funny thing is, some girls are just natural born cocksuckers. They love it, gives them a feeling of power over a man to make him cum, bring him to his knees with their sweet little lips, but not Leanne here. You hate sucking cock, don't you baby?"

He pulled her head back and her lips pulled away from the giant cockhead with resounding 'pop'.

"Yes master, I hate it. I don't like having penis in my mouth, and I find semen utterly disgusting. The smell of sperm makes me want to vomit."

Brock jerked her head toward Michael and said, "Good girl, now shut up and suck my friends cock, bitch."

Brock mused, "Ah the beauty of the submissive, masochistic bitch! Even though she finds sucking cock disgusting, the experience is so degrading it shifts her little snatch into overdrive. Sometimes I allow her to play with herself while she's giving head and believe me, she comes every time."

Brock looked down at Leanne, who was reaching for her clit even as he spoke. "I wasn't going to let you today, but since I forced you to reveal yourself to your coffee break buddy, go ahead sweetheart, you've been a good girl."

Magnusson stroked his big poker and watched for a good long time while Leanne sucked Michael off and wanked herself, then spoke up. "Okay little slut, get up on the chair, my dick is starting to get soft and your tight little holes need filling."

Leanne got on her hands and knees on a side chair, facing Michael. Brock moved up behind her and slapped the swollen knob of his huge cock against the opening of her vagina. As sloppy wet as she was, there was still that familiar strain as he began to squeeze his way in.

It was simple mechanics; Leanne was just not made for a penis this size. Fact was, the only girls Brock didn't get size complaints from were big-boned, big-assed whores. Brock didn't give a shit about complaints; they just made his dick harder.

He preferred petite women; their tight little pooties, and their tears.

First the blunt tip wedged its way in, until the flared glans met resistance as it stretched and strained the opening. This was usually where grunts and groans of protest came from deep in Leanne's throat, and today was no exception.

Brock was just glad there was somebody else here to witness her humiliation.

Michael was standing in front of her, holding Leanne by her hair and fucking her mouth. Leanne found that she could take a normal sized cock all the way down to the base without gagging much, and was just holding her mouth open in a wide 'O', keeping her tongue moving underneath as Michael picked up his pace.

She thought about how it would be pleasant to fuck Michael. Brock and most of the men that he let use her all had such extremely big dicks. She got off on the "filled to the brim" feeling, and she got off on the pain and humiliation, but the aftermath was always miserable. She would be sore for days.

She did find herself longing for a normal, loving relationship and normal sex with one normal sized penis.

Just as that thought crossed her mind, Brock forced his enormous cockhead past her opening. Leanne saw stars for a second, and then the great expanding pole slid home, stretching her vaginal walls to the breaking point. She almost passed out as she came.

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It would have been an unbelievable sight for Leanne's husband if he had decided to pop by the office that day. If he were able to somehow silently slip in and follow the wet, slapping sounds; the loud, desperate female groaning and masculine grunts, to somehow open the large door to Brocks office and be a fly on the wall.

His beautiful petite wife Leanne perched on her hands and knees on a chair, her skirt shoved up around her waist, blouse torn open, bra shoved roughly down, breasts bouncing free.

She is held suspended like a roasting pig between two men who are shoving cock into her from both ends, the one holding her by the hair fucking her mouth, the other standing behind, impaling her with a ridiculously huge penis, her outer vaginal lips stretched and shaped into a tightly gripping O-ring around the massive veined shaft, the slamming force of his pelvis rippling her buttocks in shock waves as it slaps against her mercilessly, again and again.

The man fucking her mouth stiffens, mouth open, eyes shut tightly as he grabs her by her delicate head, both hands full of her soft brown hair and shoves his cock down her throat, pushing his pubic hair right into her nose, rising on his tip toes, his buttocks tightening and jerking in spasms.

As the handsome man jerks and cries out, Leanne's jaw and throat, indeed, her whole torso spasm uncontrollably. Large amounts of semen stream from the corners of her mouth and from her nose and run in contiguous, ropy streams to pool on the shiny marble floor. He shivers a few times, shakes his head rapidly then pulls his softening cock from Leanne's pretty lips, backs away and falls into a chair.

The big, brutal man is now fucking her with vengeful, violent force. He reaches forward with one hand and gathers her hair in a pony-tail, gripping it hard and pulling her head back, riding her like a yearling mare. With the other hand he slaps her flanks hatefully, as if to drive her running forward wild eyed into a fearful landscape.

Her face is a mask of mixed pain and pleasure; eyes strained wide open, lips back, teeth bared in a grimace. She answers the spanking by lunging backward to meet his thrusts, and the lush, wet, slapping noises rise to the crescendo of a busy butcher shop, a symphony of slippery wet meat colliding violently.

It is unbelievable that such a sweet girl could take this level of abuse, but Leanne's head is raised, her wide eyes staring forward at nothing as she grunts and screams like an animal in rut.

The big man barks orders and brings his hand swiftly down on her furiously red buttocks. Leanne spins around, a dazed look on her face, semen still running from her mouth and nose, down her chin. She looks up at the big man and turns around on the chair seat to face him.

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Brock looked down at Leanne, sneering down with his evil grin. "Leanne baby, tell Michael how I like to have my balls licked.

Leanne coughed up some sperm that had been sticking in her throat. It came out of her mouth but clung to her lower lip and hung dangling in a long thick rope.

She turned to look at Michael. "Brock likes to have his balls licked while he jerks off on me.

While he does that, he likes me to recall watching my dog lick his own balls when I was a teenager, and he wants me to clean his nutsack with the enthusiasm of a big dog trying to scratch his itchy scrotum with his tongue."

Brock's face lit up like a proud little league coach. "Very good my little fuck doll, now get busy and do that which you have just recited so perfectly!"

A look of supreme disgust came over Leanne's face as she began to lick and suck Brock's cleanly shaven scrotum, with the same if not more enthusiasm shown by the family Doberman, as she had hidden and watched, playing with her sweet little nascent clitoris in the semi-darkness all those years ago.

Brock spoke casually as Leanne became absorbed in her task, "You see Michael, throughout her training, I have managed to learn all manner of things about Leanne and her sordid, suppressed sexual history. I simply bind her and start with a little light spanking and voila!, she is so desperately horny I can tease any information out of her by simply withholding my hand. I make her beg me to spank her harder or shove another inch of my cock into her. Once you get her going, she's incredibly pliable."

Brock pulled his thick foreskin back and forth over his pink swollen knob as LeAnne methodically licked his nuts, sucking the egg sized testicles into her sweet mouth.

"I have learned about her earliest masturbation experiences, humiliating dating experiences, her predilection for those occasional spankings from daddy, and of course, watching the family dog's lipstick come out of its tube while he licked his balls. That's a particularly potent memory, isn't it my little bitch?"

Leanne simply nodded with a mouthful of testicle and answered only with affirmative grunting, and loud breaths from her nostrils.

"And there's so much more Michael, you would just not believe it. It's been great therapy for her I think."

Michael noticed disturbingly that Leanne's right hand was busily moving over her clitoris at amazing machine-like speed.

Michael, watching from the chair, had become hard again and sat watching as he wanked himself.

Brock looked over at him, "Don't just sit there and beat your meat Mikey! Go ahead and ass-fuck her, you know you want to!"

Michael stumbled to his feet and shuffled over to where Leanne knelt, placing his once again swollen knob against her cute little puckered anus. Her eyes, which had been focused on the task at hand, suddenly turned upward to meet his.

He looked to find the light that had been there as they had sipped coffee earlier, but it was gone completely, replaced by a feral, animal quality.

Michael paused for a moment. Her anus was already slick with her own slime, relaxed slightly from the thumb abuse Brock had delivered to it.

Michael grabbed her hips and thrust quickly past the resistance of her 'O' ring and plunged all the way to the hilt. It only took a few thrusts into the tight breech to coax another load out of him as he grunted, strained and delivered all his remaining silvery syrup into her rectum.

Brock immediately began his own desperate grunting, grabbed a large handful of hair at the back of Leanne's head and tilted it violently back. He spanked and rubbed his cockhead against her lips and chin as he shot his man batter across her face, up her nose, into her mouth and all over her hair.

She willingly, even lovingly, opened her lips and gently sucked in the giant, softening cockhead, sucking and pulling at it with her mouth as Brock dumped the remains of his load behind her teeth.

Leanne knelt between the two men, gagging a bit on the cum in her mouth and masturbating with desperate frenzy, alternating her rapid side to side fingering with pinching, grasping pulls on the slippery folds surrounding her clitoral sheath, jerking her clitoris off like a little penis.

Her mouth fell open suddenly, and a long stream of cum and saliva ran down her chin as the violent vocalization of her final orgasm tore from her tortured throat.

There were a few moments of stunned silence. The air hung thick with it. The men pulled their pants up and flopped back into the thick leather chairs.

LeAnne remained motionless on her knees, head hanging, facing away from the men. Pools of cum puddled on the shiny marble floor beneath her spent body as slimy fluids drained from her holes.

Brock began laughing and joking, mostly with himself, as feelings of remorse began flooding into Michael's heart.

Leanne spoke softly, "May I be released to clean up and go back to my desk sir?"

Brock just waved her out with the back of his hand, shaking his head and chuckling, barely acknowledging her presence.

Leanne slowly rose and exited Brocks office. She said nothing to Michael, and didn't turn to look at him as he sadly watched her go.

Michael concluded business with Brock sometime later and exited the office. Leanne didn't even look up from her desk as he went.

-Fin-