Lisha and Crystal - Spanked Pussy

"Crystal, ma'am, god honey I thought you were hiding...." I blurted as I walked in.

I froze in my tracks. It was Danny. I must've turned pale. He seemed like he was waiting for me. He grabbed my arm before I could react. He yanked me down the hall roughly. With one hand he had my arms pinned and bent behind me. With the other he was covering my mouth, smothering my protests. He pushed me into what looked like an executive lounge. He pushed me over the table while still holding my mouth closed. He was pushing on my nose as well and I was gasping for air. I felt him slip something across my face while something else was being shoved in my mouth. It was my panties. The fucker had stolen them out of my purse that I'd left in Crystal's office. Then, with his own tie he tied it over my mouth so that I couldn't spit out the panties.

I was bucking and kicking the whole time. The last time he had taken me flashed through my mind. He'd raped me. Ok, maybe it couldn't be considered rape since I'd gone to his office, stripped, and begged him to let me suck him off, but he took my pussy instead, against my wishes. Though of course, I cursed myself for enjoying it. It looked like a repeat performance was coming up.

He spun me around. I wish I could've spit in his face, but of course, I couldn't

"What is it with you?" He sneered. One day you come by and strip for me and let me take you hard....then you show up naked, walking up and down our halls? Are you just looking to get fucked hard again? I think I know the answer. You said you'd be back, I just wondered how you managed to wait so long since we both know you are just an eager and willing slut."

I wanted to protest. He was just grinning and ogling me freely. "I have to admit, I did miss this," he said as he let his one hand wander up and down my body while he held me in place with one big arm.

I was scared. He hadn't hurt me last time, though the way he took me made me wonder if he was capable of it. Where was Crystal? "You are looking for your lesbian lover aren't you?" He laughed. "Funny thing is, you two are so predictable. One, you are just a willing whore for my use and two, she is so gullible when it comes to you. I saw you take off your panties and leave her office. I knew you'd fall into my arms. So when you went downstairs for god knows what I went down the hall here. She likes to use the executive bathroom, you see. She's too prissy to use the "normal" one. So I ran into her and told her that I'd run into you and that you told me to tell her you'd gone on to the bar and that you'd meet her there. Yes, I know where you were going, I heard her tell you on the phone. I'm sure she hustled out of here so quick because she knows she can't leave a whore like you in a place like that for too long before you've got your legs spread for somebody."

I felt myself crying. I was naked and this baboon had complete control over me. I pushed away that familiar heat I was experiencing to the back of my mind. He pushed me towards a leather recliner. He shoved me into it. I tried to fight him but it was no use. First, he took my arms and tied my wrists together behind me, behind the chair. Then, with little fight left in me he relaxed for a second as he headed into a maintenance closet. He came back with cord. He took my legs and started to spread them. When I kicked against his efforts he rewarded me with a stinging blow across my tit. I screamed.

"I happen to know you like that," he leered as I sobbed. He was right. I didn't admit it to him, though.

It did make me obey, though. He took my leg and spread it open. He tied my knee open and looped it under the leg support of the chair. He did the same with my other leg. I was now spread for him, naked and heaving in fear and excitement. I hated him but I lusted for him. It was now obvious to me. I'd continuously denied that thought but I'd loved how he'd taken me before and now I was about to be taken again and it shocked and thrilled me. I only hoped he didn't see it in me. I knew better, though.

For awhile he just paced around me with a lustful exuberance. He owned me, now he could have me however he wanted. If it was true, if Crystal was off to the bar, it would be at least an hour. It was a half hour each way. The best I could hope for was an hour. I sighed. I'd have to take whatever he dished out.

He lifted the chair with one of it's adjustment handles. The chair rose. My pussy, open and wet, was now about waist high to him. His cock drove me mad with lust last time. I imagined it fucking me again, in this position, helpless to stop him. It had me panting. He was smiling lewdly.

"You are something else. Look at you." He said demeaningly. "I've never seen someone so shameful, so whorish. I mean, even a lesbian ass kissing whore like Crystal deserves better than you."

That shocked me. My eyes widened. He continued, "the first time could've been an accident, I thought. Maybe you regretted your slutty ways, I hadn't seen you since. Then, here you show up in public office, strip naked and prance up and down the halls like a shameless whore. But, here you are. Better yet, your office pet lesbian whore isn't here to save you. You know I hate that whore, right? First, she acts better than everyone, then, on top of that she fucking steals my office by kissing Glenn's ass by giving him your mouth whenever he wants it. This is just beyond belief that now, here you are, and your other whore half is out on a goosechase. Honestly, I'm not sure who I'd rather have tied to that chair, her, or you," he said menacingly. "If it was her I'd make her pay dearly for all the bullshit I've had to put up with lately. Instead...." he hesitated for effect, "...I'm going to have to take all that hatred and anger out on you. It can't be helped. Blame your whore lover."

I could see an angry fire raging in his eyes. He suddenly slapped his hand across my tits again, scraping the nipples on the way by. My tit bounced and jiggled lewdly. I shuddered.

"I think your body is going to be red from head to toe when this is over," he snarled. He smacked my tits roughly back and forth several more times. I was writhing, trying to stay out of the range of the blows, it just encouraged him.

He stopped for a minute. He was eyeing me strangely. "Women," he said disgustingly. "First, my whore of an ex wife took me for my last penny, then, she fucking took the kids. This was after she'd been fucking my buddy for a year. Then, your stupid whore lover took my office, after I'd been here longer. You stupid whores and your pussies!" He sneered just before he let one of his slaps come firmly down on my open pussy. SMACK!

My mind went numb. The vibration of it rolled up my body like a thunderous storm. He looked at my face, almost as if for a reaction. SMACK! Another blow caught me off guard and I nearly lost my breath. It wasn't until the third blow, straight on my pussy lips that I actually felt the pain. It began as just a tickling surge, like a low voltage shock but soon turned into a full fledged lightning bolt. I screamed through my gag.

"Fucking pussies!" He said angrily, his face red and contorted. He whacked me again with his hand, this time one finger caught my clit and I nearly bucked out of the chair in reaction.

"Fuck....ing...bitches..." he said, slapping my folds with each syllable. I could hear myself screaming, in my head. It was almost drowning out his voice.

His assault on my pussy only stopped when he alternated by slapping my tits hard. There was no restraint, these were full, open handed blows. He occasionally took a nipple between his fingers and tugged on them lewdly. It was as if he was trying to pull me out of my bonds just by my nipples. It was excruciating.

Then, he slapped my pussy again. Then again. He berated me between each blow.

"I'm going to slap that pussy until you pass out," he growled. "That pussy that should've been mine this whole time. You know you wanted it, you know how much you've thought about it. That pussy should be mine, whenever I want it, how I want it."

I was nodding, agreeing with whatever he said. I was shaking, it was overwhelming.

"Fuck...ing....whores!" He said with three more slaps with more force than I thought capable. My mind went blank. I was shaken out of my stupor by his hand on my face. He was wiggling his fingers in front of my nose.

"Fucking unbelievable," he laughed evilly. "Look at how fucking wet your slut pussy is." His fingers were coated with my slick juices. He made me lick myself off of him. I was throbbing now. I could feel every single pain receptor in my entire pussy raging. I couldn't see it, but it felt like it must be swollen to twice its original size.

I could see his demeanor changing all the while. What looked like anger at first was now a rising tide of lust. He was panting, sweating. I could see his erection threatening to tear a hole in his tailored slacks. He gave me one more whack on my pussy just when the pain started to turn to a solid throb. Then, he let his pants hit the floor. His erection was in his hand. It was solid and an angry red, as if trying to match my abused pussy lips. No doubt he'd been hard the whole time and his cock had been straining for freedom. It was out now and there was no doubt where it was going to be in a second. He saw the fear in my eyes and just smiled.

"Now, I'm going to fuck that pussy like it's never been fucked," he panted.

I was scared. My pussy was on fire and the pain was unlike any I've felt. Now he was about to invade it even as the pain continued to rise in it.

He slid his tip over my wet folds. I could barely feel it. Besides the throb, which matched my heartbeat, all I could feel was the pressure, the rest felt numb. That is, until his thumb touched my clit, then I felt it. It was like a finger in a socket. My clit was angry, its sensitivity now heightened by its abuse. I screamed until I saw red. He was in me now. I could feel his fullness. His cock was big, it was beautiful. If it had been someone else I wondered if I'd have felt it. Instead, his was stretching and pushing my pussy open. I groaned instinctively. He grinned and increased the tempo.

"Fucking right, whore. I knew you were digging this. Don't be shy again. Anytime you need me to fuck this pussy up, just show up like you did today. I'll gladly do the honors." He was pistoning in and out of me and I was meeting his thrusts like I hadn't had cock in years.

He didn't let me forget it. "Look at the whore, bucking up against me, you can't get off unless you are getting abused by cock, isn't that right?"

I nodded. I still had the gag in. I'd have screamed my "yes" in his ear at that point. His hands were free. He took my nipples and began to roughly grind them in his fingers. The electricity shot through me, straight to my clit. The fullness of his cock grinding me, the electricity emanating from my nipples straight to my clit and his words drove me to the edge.

He saw me squirming. "So, the whore wants to cum?" He jeered. I was beside myself. He stopped. I madly tried to slide him back in with my thrusts. He backed away. "Tell me what you want, whore." I grunted, my mouth was full of my own soaked panties. I was drooling. He was laughing. "Tell me, whore, tell me what you want or I won't give it to you."

I was screaming into the gag that I wanted to cum but of course all he heard was gibberish. It just made him laugh harder. "Tell me, slut. Tell me you want me to make you cum just by fucking your whore pussy."

I was screaming, wailing, I was so close I swear to god I was thinking, "if he just pushes it into me one more time, really deep...."

He yanked down the tie around my mouth, I spit the panties out.

"Tell me whore, tell me you want to cum while I fuck your battered pussy."

"God yes, sir, fuck my whore pussy, fuck it, fuck it please, please stick it back in...."

He still hesitated. "Tell me what you'll do for it," he coolly grinned.

"Anything! Anything, sir, just fuck me like the slut I am!"

"Would you, say, fuck anyone, anything right now?" He taunted.

"Of course, sir! Please, just stick it back in." The more I begged the closer I was to the edge. The humiliation was driving me. I was so close now.

"Promise me you'll fuck, whoever, until you're finally allowed to stagger out of here. Tell me you'll beg to get your pussy spanked before you let it get fucked too.

"Danny! Sir!" I screamed, "I will! Please just fuck meeeeee...." I wailed.

That did it. He grinned and shoved it back in me. My orgasm started rippling slowly, like a small stream but as he thrust it back in again it became a tsunami. I shrieked. I didn't realize it was me until I heard Danny laughing and urging me on. Being restrained made it even more intense, I couldn't stop the feelings or control them in any way, they controlled me. I felt Danny start to tighten up, his eyes were ablaze. I realized how wet I was when I looked down and saw how easily he was sawing in and out of me. He gripped my hips tight and drove it deep one last time before filling my aching pussy with his cum. I think his intensity must've matched mine because his eyes rolled back in his head for a moment. It was how I imagined a person who is having a seizure would look.

He stayed in me for awhile. My pussy was keeping his cock cozy. Finally, reluctantly he withdrew. I could feel our combined wetness slide out of me and down my ass. He stepped back. He was grinning still.

He leaned over me. I wondered if he was going to strike me again. He just laughed. Then he whispered. "I've heard you are good with your promises. Is that true?"

I nodded shamefully. "Good, he said. He whistled loudly. Then, I saw bodies. Naked bodies. There were three of them. It was Rob, Jim, and the computer geek from the office. They were all men who have had the pleasure of using my mouth before. I started to protest but I found the panties back in my mouth and the tie securing it before I could get out anything coherent.

I was still spread wide open and my pussy was invitingly wet and ready, I thought they were just going to line up and fuck me. Of course, it couldn't be that easy for me. It never is.

Rob said, "I don't know, I'd kind of like her on her own, you know, without being tied up. I think it's sexier when she's obviously doing it of her own free will.

Danny just smirked. Boys, I've done my business, I let you watch, you can do whatever you wish. I'm out of here. He turned and left, whistling, just after telling me to "feel free to bring my slut pussy back anytime I want it abused just right." The others got to enjoy my red face.

Rob took charge. They untied me and had me sit on the edge of the table. I had my hands back behind me to brace. My ass was out near the edge. My pussy hung over for their ease. Rob stood in between my legs, his cock was out, he was going to be next. The other two men had a hold of my legs which held them open. Rob said, "Don't think it'll be easier, just because you are untied. In fact, in a way, I think it's more embarrassing now, because you can stop it, you can cover it, but you won't, because you'll have to admit you want it. Spread your knees, Lisha," he said gently, but forcefully. I did so, the men held me open wider.

"Now, I'm going to spank that pussy," he warned. "I'm not going to be gentle either. I know you want it. I saw Danny do it to you."

I gasped. "Oh god," I thought, "how much can I take?"

Rob was good enough to ask that question himself. It made me have to beg for it. That's what everyone wanted, no doubt.

"Sir, I'm just a stupid teasing whore who needs your cock in me. Make me pay for teasing you."

"What do you want, Lisha?" He asked with prying eyes. "I want you to smack my pussy hard, I mean hard. Then, while the pain is still shooting through my nerves I want you to jam your cock in my as far as it will go. Make me pay for being such a stupid pain slut."

"Does your pussy hurt? Is your cunt sore?" He asked lustily.

I blushed and I nodded. "It's fucking on fire, sir. It hurts like fuck." I did what I was meant to do. I begged.

That lit his fire. His cock jerked in his hand. He lifted his hand and made me watch it slowly rise before coming down with a thunderous clap on my pussy. I saw stars. Being unrestrained it was so difficult not to just grab my pussy and howl in pain. But I managed to keep my legs open. Tears were starting to form. He slid his cock in seemingly without effort.

"Thank you sir! Thank you for spanking my stupid pussy! Now fuck it good, sir!" I begged. My head was lost in a painful, lustful fog.

"Please sir, now fuck this white pussy like you've wanted to since I sucked your beautiful cock. Fuck it like you own it, fuck it, you do own it, fuck me!" I begged.

He obliged. He fucked me with ease, my wetness was now at epic levels. I could feel the coolness of my own juices as they flowed down to my ass. The men on the side helped me fuck him. They pulled my legs so that it embedded me deeper on his cock with each thrust. Over and over they all helped ride me like I was a spirited horse getting broken. Rob's cum soon joined Danny's. He pulled out, Jim quickly took his place. Rob stayed around though, I'm sure he wanted to see as much of the whore as he could.

Jim wasn't as insistent about the begging but I did it anyway. The pussy slap was resounding, however. I thanked him with a scream. I meant it. I saw what it did to them and felt what it was doing to me. He stuck his dick into my hole without ceremony. I could barely feel it. What I did feel though was my clit starting to spasm. The blood engorged lips were sending strange and wonderful waves to my brain. A shudder I'd felt earlier was another building wave. I pulled Jim into me so that I could at least feel his tip when he touched me deeply. I begged the other men to pull my nipples hard as he fucked me. My pussy was throbbing. It was just a reminder at what a slut I was, letting her sore, battered pussy get repeatedly fucked.

"NO!" I begged. "Pull them harder. Harder! Twist them! Pull them so you make me scream."

They certainly did. I came in a ridiculous explosion of sensory overload. I didn't even notice Jim cumming in me. My orgasm was still ongoing, even after. It was like a wave crashing on the beach and receding into the next oncoming wave. It may have been more than one orgasm, I couldn't tell.

The computer guy took his turn. The other two guys were collapsed on loungers, watching. This guy smacked me straight on the pussy and then just pushed himself into me. I was still coming down from the last orgasm, with him in me it almost felt like it was part of the orgasmic wave. I rode him out like that. He didn't last more than a minute. He added his cum to my drenched slut pussy. He staggered back. I am even more humiliated because I still didn't remember the computer guy's name and he has now cum in me twice.

I realized what I'd done. They'd all had me, on the table, my hands free. I'd let them spank my pussy as hard as they wanted and I was still able to take it. There also was no question how big a slut I was at that moment. My pussy abused, beaten, then fucked while sore. The men were crashed on chairs, their cocks still out, still glistening from my wet hole. It was then I saw Crystal in the doorway, smiling.

"My my, I just can't leave you anywhere unattended now can I?" She giggled.

I wanted her in my arms so badly. She wasn't done with her fun, in fact, I'm sure her fun was just starting. She motioned me to the floor.

"Crawl, you incredible hussy," she urged. "Crawl to each man, kiss their cocks, lick them clean of your mess and thank them for using you."

They all watched as I crawled to the men, one by one and cleaned them off for my mistress. Hell, who am I kidding, for myself. She was having me do all of this for me. The men watched as Crystal walked me down the hall, her to the side of me, while I crawled like a dog next to her. They all watched my ass disappear around the corner.