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'Get into Position One,' he said coldly. 'I will deal with you after this meeting.'
I walked over to the Table of Shame and bent over as ordered, spreading my legs wide and lifting my skirt up onto my back. I could tell all three men were watching my arse and pussy as they spoke about increasing sales. Thankfully I did not have to look at them. My face was flushed with humiliation and my legs ached with holding the same position for so long.
After what seemed like hours, the two men rose to leave.
'That is one hell of a piece of ass,' remarked the one who had an American accent. 'You want any help teaching her how things are done here?'
'Not for the moment Ferris,' replied Mr Langdon. 'If I get bored I'll be sure to pass her to you.'
I heard a few more words, and the door opened and shut. I waited for Mr Langdon to come back to me, full of trepidation.
Then I heard the creak of him sitting down in his chair and the clicks of his keyboard. Did he not want any more from me? I was desperate to ask him what he was going to do to me, but I knew I had t
o wait until he chose to speak.
Finally, the typing stopped. I heard his footsteps. I felt his fingers run between my buttocks, probing my pussy, and going up to circle my clit. After everything that he had said and done to me this morning, I no longer knew which would be worse, to have him stick his cock inside me, or for it to not happen at all. Then he slid two fingers up into my pussy, further than before. I moaned.
'Squeeze.' he said.
I squeezed my pelvic muscles as hard as I could, trying to show how tight I could be. I felt his cock, massive and hard against my thigh.
He grabbed my thighs roughly, pulling them further apart, and then I felt the head of his cock as he stroked it up and down my wetness. 'Please,' I whispered.
'I don't know if you're begging for more, or begging me to stop' Mr Langdon commented sardonically, 'but either way your wishes are quite irrelevant.' Then he grabbed me by the hips and drove his cock violently up and into me, pumping my pussy slow and strong. He started to grunt as his rhythm increased, and I heard my voice echoing his with moans. I was crushed between his heavy body and the table, unable to move, with nothing but the ache and bliss in my pussy slowly seeping through my whole body. I could not talk to him and I could barely see him - all I could do was take whatever he chose to give to me. I gave into my powerlessness, and a scream left my body as my invaded pussy went into spasms of ecstasy. As he sped up, he grabbed my hair in one hand, pulling back so I had to arch my body up. Then his fingers clutched and bruised my flesh brutally as he came, spurting and grinding his juices deep inside me.
Mr Langdon slowly withdrew his cock, and did his trousers up. 'Tanya,' he said. 'Go to the ladies' room to tidy yourself up and refasten your hair. Then bring me a cup of fresh coffee and I'll talk you through your assessment today.'
The End.
A Night at Bugman's
Lillielle frowned as she walked into Bugman's, the reek of too many bodies and too much ale assaulting her keen sense of smell just as the raucous racket of coarse laughter and drunken dwarves attempting at song assailed her ears. Her brother turned to her cheerfully and waved himself away; following his gaze she saw that there was a game of dice in progress, welcoming all comers. Disgusted, she stalked to the bar, annoyed that this was the only place to gain a meal for many miles.
Whistles and cat-calls followed her across the over-crowded room and her large eyes widened in shock as she felt a rough hand squeeze her well-formed little bum painfully. Slapping the offending hand away she all but ran the last few meters to the bar, her long, shapely legs carrying her there swiftly, her cheeks reddening to the loud laughs and crude suggestions that followed.
At the bar, a rounded dwarf looked at her, distaste clear in his eyes as he regarded the elf beauty. Lillielle sighed in relief, for whilst the dwarf's gaze was hostile, at least he wouldn't repeat the offending behavior that she had just endured. Smiling at his surly look, she leaned in, raising her voice to be heard above the din.
"Something to eat, please and would you have any wine available?"
The dwarf hocked and spat behind the bar, and Lillielle wondered if she should really be trusting anything the dwarf gave her.
"We don't serve yer kind here lass." he said rudely, causing Lillielle's ears to redden in anger. Nevertheless she decided to be diplomatic.
"But the sign outside says all welcome," she gestured to the door and as she did a troll came lumbering in. She turned to the bartender, offended and raised her eyebrow.
The bartender followed her gaze and grinned. "Aye tha'd be Gromp." he turned back to her and scowled again. "And aye, all'd be welcome, but nawt scrawny little elf whores like yerself. Now scamper and find a man teh pay fer yer drinks fer I'll be servin ye nawt."
Flushed with rage, Lillielle turned away from the dwarf, muttering some choice curses about those born from moles mating with orks
and stalked away.
"Hello sister." came Galread's musical voice. Lillielle looked up from the dark corner where she was sitting in the hopes that none would approach. She smiled brightly when she saw her brother.
"Galread!" she exclaimed. "are we leaving?" she tilted her head, confused when her brother looked away quickly, uncomfortably. "Brother?"
Galread was quick to recover, looking back at her an flashing her one of his most winning smiles before he sat next to her. Lillielle smiled, amused. She wondered how many human maids had fallen for that smile. She guessed they were many.
"So, Lillielle. Have you had a pleasant evening?" Lillielle snorted in grim amusement. By now she was hoping to have been drunk enough to ignore the noise of the dwarves and yet here her brother spoke to her as though she were back in their home of Ellyrion, sipping dream-wine with their friends instead of stuck in some dingy dwarf burrow.
