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Part 1
“GAAHAANOO PLEEHEEHEEASE!” Ashley wailed and writhed in her captor’s lap, two pairs of hands seeming to prod at every bit of her ticklish body at once. The busty blonde could hardly believe everything could go so wrong so quickly, when her plan had gone so well the rest of the week…
A few hours earlier...
To anyone looking, Ashley was having a perfectly normal Friday. She’d come into the office wearing her usual outfit: a white button-down shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt over sheer hose and black heels, her makeup subtle and her hair in a professional bun. She’d done her work as efficiently as ever, helped her junior coworker Max with his work the same as always, joked around and gossiped with Sibyl in the break room, all with her usual cheerful smile. The businesslike beauty had done the same the past four days of the week.
She hadn’t been able to discover much; Pedley mostly kept to himself, and occasionally weirded people out with that overly-formal way of talking he had, but no one seemed to see any red flags about him beyond that. He was, as far as Ashley’s coworkers were concerned, a strange but polite man who did his job with quiet efficiency.
Ashley had seen the man himself a few times, at a distance. He hadn’t approached her, hadn’t acknowledged her experiences in any way, didn’t even offer a gloating smirk. The petite blonde took that as a good sign – if he thought she wasn’t appropriately cowed by his friends on the police force, he would be a lot more active in trying to keep her from making any other attempts to bring him down. The lack of information was disappointing, she admitted to herself as the day wrapped up, but not disastrous.
Still making a point of sticking to her routine, the blue-eyed office worker grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom as her coworkers left the building. A moment later, she emerged in black spandex shorts, a thin blue tee that hugged her breathtaking curves, and tennis shoes, her golden hair pulled back in a ponytail. Ashley made a habit of doing yoga at the park near her office every day after work. Her workout clothes usually drew some admiring glances from anyone who was still in the office when she was leaving – even with a compression bra, her breasts were obviously bigger than average, and her flat stomach and round buttocks were quite impressive in their own right.
Glancing around the office, Ashley noticed that Max was still sitting at his computer, dutifully tapping away at the keyboard, and the light in the manager’s office was still on. Mr. Hunter staying late was no surprise, but Max was usually done by now – at least, on days when he’d asked for Ashley’s help like he had earlier. She wandered over to the brown-haired man’s desk.
“Lot to do today, huh?” she asked brightly. He glanced up at her, his warm brown eyes crinkling as he smiled in relief.
“Yeah, Hunter thought it was time for me to start handling some more complicated work, but I’m in over my head here. Do you think you could…?” he rolled his chair back, away from the computer. Ashley smiled and stepped in. As she bent forward, she felt her workout shorts riding up and forming a cameltoe. Normally, she would have tried to prevent that, but Max was a handsome guy, and a little helpless and passive – just the sort Ashley liked, and that type always needed a little nudging to ask the gorgeous blonde out. So, she subtly pushed her hips back a little further as she looked over the screen.
“Ok, here’s where you start…” she began to explain. As she did so, Max gradually rolled his chair up close behind her, his knees going either side of her thick thighs. He made affirmative noises all throughout her explanation, and she had kept her eyes on the screen, so Ashley was extremely surprised when she stepped back and her knees hit the edge of his chair. She immediately fell into his lap, his arms quickly going around her slender waist.
“Oh!” she gasped out, twisting to peer up at her coworker with her big, innocent blue eyes. The hint of a flirtatious smile played across her plump pink lips. “Max, what are you doing?”
“Well, there’s this little rumor going around about you that I thought I’d test out,” Max said, his own smile light and playful.
“And what rumor would that be?” Ashley asked. The busty beauty felt a little nervous, wondering if that rumor had come from Pedley, or perhaps if Sibyl had tried to give Max a push towards asking Ashley out.
“Rumor is…” Max leaned down, his breath tickling Ashley’s lips as his forehead pressed to hers. “You’re ticklish!”
His fingers dug into Ashley’s sides before the restrained girl even had time to gasp.
“Eeeep!” Ashley squealed and squirmed, doing her best to hold back her laughter. “Mahax sta-ee!-stop! Mihihister Hunter -hee hee- will hehehear youhoohoo!”
“You mean he’ll hear you?” Max asked, enjoying the sensations caused by her plump buttocks sliding around his lap. “If you want this to stay our little secret, maybe you should cover that pretty little mouth.”
With that, he began to pinch and squeeze the sexy blonde’s sides, ignoring her feeble attempts to pry his hands away from her tight body.
“You eep! You’ll beheehee in trohohohouble whehen hehee sees you!” She gasped out desperately. The giggling girl began to flush red as Max’s hardening cock pressed up into her spandex-covered ass cheeks. Her heels pushed into the carpet while her hands tried and failed to dive between his strong arms and her cloth-covered torso.
“Will I?” Max mused. “Let’s find out.”
With that, his hands darted up her sides and into her pits, his forearms pressing up under her hefty breasts as he did so. The voluptuous beauty’s blue eyes widened as her weak point was poked and prodded. She pressed her full lips together desperately, trying in vain to get his hands out of her barely-protected underarms, but was soon overwhelmed.
“AAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAA!” her mouth spread wide, laughter poured out of the freckled woman’s writhing frame. Her smooth, pale legs kicked helplessly at the air in front of her. She tried in vain to double over, but her captor’s arms, still tightly wrapped around her midriff, held her firm.
“What’s going on here?” Mr. Hunter stood in the door to his office, eyebrow raised and burly arms crossed. Max eased up on the tickling, though he didn’t completely stop wriggling his fingers in Ashley’s sensitive armpits.
“Hee-he won’t sto-ahah!-stop tickling meheehee!” Ashley gasped out, confident that her manager would put an end to the unprovoked tickle attack. She didn’t understand why Max was still holding her firmly in his lap, his pointer fingers forcing squeaking laughter out of her as their boss strode across the floor to stand directly in front of the pair, but her spirits lifted nonetheless.
“Well Ashley, a bit of harmless fun is good for team morale,” Hunter declared with a slight smile, raising his hands into claws and leaning in towards her. “You want to be a team player, don’t you?”
“Wha-GAAHAAHAANOO PLEEHEEHEEASE!” Ashley wailed and writhed in her captor’s lap, two pairs of hands seeming to prod at every bit of her ticklish body at once. Her heart sank as her apparent good fortune turned to more torture, but a part of her was still hopeful that she could get through to Hunter.
“No, you don’t want to be a team player?” her boss’s brow furrowed playfully as he grabbed her ankles and forced them up onto Max’s desk.
“WHAHAHAT NO NAHAAT MY SHOOHOOHOOS!” Ashley shrieked as Hunter wrapped one arm around her thick, bare calves, his free hand plucking at her pink shoelaces. She began to slap at Max’s arms, hard, only for him to dart his hands back up into her pits. As her clean white sneakers were plucked away from her dainty feet, the busty blonde was reduced to a squealing, thrashing mess. A moment later, as Hunter’s fingers trailed up the soles of her pink ankle socks from heels to toes, she began to whip her head back and forth desperately, her ponytail slapped Max in the face. He responded by burying his face in her neck, teeth nibbling and stubble scratching, and the combined stimulus turned the anguished beauty’s laughter silent as she began to strain for air.
Her eyes squeezed shut, Ashley’s world contracted to a few points of contact: fingers exploring the crevices of her underarms and clenching, flexing feet; arms around her ribs, pressing up under her sizable breasts; a mouth kissing and gnawing at her neck; Max’s firm chest pressing into her back; and through it all, her coworker’s enormous erection, pressing her spandex shorts up into the crack of her plump, round ass cheeks. As her chest heaved with the strain of pulling air in through her laughter, the blushing blonde’s nipples began to harden. Unnoticed by either of her tormentors, the tiny mounds swelled and pressed through the fabric of her bra and t-shirt.
As he continued to caress her socked feet, Mr. Hunter began walking backwards, raising her legs until her knees pressed into her big, bra-bound boobs. The tiny, convulsing woman’s flexibility proved itself as the burly manager continued, raising her ankles up to either side of her reddened face. Hunter stopped tickling Ashley at that point. A moment later, Max withdrew from her pits and neck and unwrapped his arms from around her, though he continued trailing his pointer fingers along her sides from hip to breast.
“Well Ashley,” Mr. Hunter said, “if you really want us to stop, I’ll make you a deal. You hold your legs up like this for… oh… five minutes, and we’ll let you go.”
Gasping for air, Ashley opened her mouth to respond, then hesitated. Negotiating with Pedley had failed. So, too, had bargaining with the police officers. And so far, Max hadn’t seemed willing to release her. So when offered the chance to escape if she was cooperative, the red-faced office worker determined cooperation to be her best bet. She nodded her compliance and clamped her hands around her ankles, noticing with embarrassment that the position presented her cameltoe to the world at large.
“I- I can do that,” Ashley panted out, then squealed in shock as Max dug into her ribs, hard. Mr. Hunter raised both hands to her upturned soles and spider-tickled all across her socked feet, forcing yet more crazed laughter from the hapless tickle toy.
“But can you do it while we’re still tickling you?” Hunter asked playfully. Ashley didn’t respond. A moment later, Max left her ribs alone, reached around her raised legs, and began pinching at the backs of her knees. With every pinch, a pained “eep!” broke through Ashley’s laughter. Growing bored of that, he instead began squeezing and clawing his way down the backs of her thick thighs, running from just below her knees all the way to the legs of her shorts, very nearly at the crease under her ass cheeks. Her blue eyes squeezed shut once again, Ashley’s head hung forward in helpless laughter. She tried to keep track of time, but even one tickler would have made that extremely difficult for the sensitive blonde; with two, it was outright impossible. A few seconds later, or an eternity, one of Hunter’s hands slipped down between her legs. The pointer finger on that hand slid along Ashley’s cameltoe, right down the seam between her spandex-covered labia.
She screamed; she arched her back; she let go of her ankles, trying to twist away and cross her legs at the same time. She bucked right out of Max’s lap, falling on her cushiony ass between her coworker’s legs. The sudden fall and more sudden stop stunned the tiny woman; before she could capitalise on the change in position, Hunter had bent down, grabbed her slender biceps, and forced her to kneel facing Max, her hands pressed to the armrest of the chair. Mr. Hunter tut-tutted.
“Ashley, you barely lasted a minute,” he said. “Well, I’ll give you one last chance.”
Max unzipped his pants, pulling out his truly enormous cock and pointing it at Ashley’s beet-red face.
“You put your mouth to work and satisfy Max here, and we’ll consider our morale properly lifted,” Hunter declared.
Ashley wet her lips nervously; she had prided herself on her blowjob skills, back in college, but she’d never given one to someone as big as Max before, especially not after he’d just tickled her. As she leaned in, opening her plump pink lips, her mind began to race. Up until now, she had thought Max and Hunter simply hadn’t understood how much she hated being tickled, had seen it as a fun game. But if they were going this far, treating her like this, it was possible they were working for Pedley too, just like Officers Wilson and Owens had been. As she began to lick around Max’s foreskin, she wondered if Pedley had some sort of blackmail material on them; the disgusting janitor had been quite casual about getting nude photos of her, and making sure she knew he had them, so there was a good chance it was a standard part of how he operated. Feeling good about that reasoning, she leaned in and took her coworker’s cock deep into her throat.
Max moaned in pleasure, his hands clamping down on Ashley’s wrists and holding tight. As she continued to work over his throbbing shaft, Hunter knelt down behind her. His big hands wrapped around her chest, found her still-rigid nipples, and began to stroke up and down.
“MMMMPHH!” Ashley cried out in muffled protest and laughter as the tickling began anew. She kept pleasuring Max, knowing it was her only chance of making the tickling stop any time soon, but the fingers stroking around her stiff mounds were impossible to ignore, and threw off any rhythm the busty blonde tried to build. Her torso jerked side to side, trying and failing to avoid the devilish digits that seemed to perfectly follow her rock-hard nubs. Keeping her eyes open made no difference to the torturous sensation; all she could see was Max’s thick pubes and veiny cock. Eventually, she succeeded in bringing the younger man to completion; she was laughing too hard to swallow his cum like she normally would, and it spilled down his drooping dick. Hunter took two firm handfuls of the blue-eyed beauty’s big boobs and pulled her back upright.
“So, Max, would you say you’re satisfied?” He asked, kneading Ashley’s captive mammaries. Max took his time answering, first tucking everything back into his pants and zipping up. A lazy smile spread across his face as he grabbed Ashley’s wrists again.
“Nope,” was all he said as he stood up. As Ashley’s eyes widened, Hunter suddenly gripped her ankles, and the two lifted the horrified hostage between them. She began to beg and plead, salty tears falling from her eyes to the carpet below, as she was carried face-down between her captors into Mr. Hunter’s office. Had anyone else been around to hear her useless protests, the sound would have been cut off with an ominous thud as the office door closed behind them.
To Be Continued in Part 3
“GAAHAANOO PLEEHEEHEEASE!” Ashley wailed and writhed in her captor’s lap, two pairs of hands seeming to prod at every bit of her ticklish body at once. The busty blonde could hardly believe everything could go so wrong so quickly, when her plan had gone so well the rest of the week…
A few hours earlier...
To anyone looking, Ashley was having a perfectly normal Friday. She’d come into the office wearing her usual outfit: a white button-down shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt over sheer hose and black heels, her makeup subtle and her hair in a professional bun. She’d done her work as efficiently as ever, helped her junior coworker Max with his work the same as always, joked around and gossiped with Sibyl in the break room, all with her usual cheerful smile. The businesslike beauty had done the same the past four days of the week.
She hadn’t been able to discover much; Pedley mostly kept to himself, and occasionally weirded people out with that overly-formal way of talking he had, but no one seemed to see any red flags about him beyond that. He was, as far as Ashley’s coworkers were concerned, a strange but polite man who did his job with quiet efficiency.
Ashley had seen the man himself a few times, at a distance. He hadn’t approached her, hadn’t acknowledged her experiences in any way, didn’t even offer a gloating smirk. The petite blonde took that as a good sign – if he thought she wasn’t appropriately cowed by his friends on the police force, he would be a lot more active in trying to keep her from making any other attempts to bring him down. The lack of information was disappointing, she admitted to herself as the day wrapped up, but not disastrous.
Still making a point of sticking to her routine, the blue-eyed office worker grabbed her bag and headed to the bathroom as her coworkers left the building. A moment later, she emerged in black spandex shorts, a thin blue tee that hugged her breathtaking curves, and tennis shoes, her golden hair pulled back in a ponytail. Ashley made a habit of doing yoga at the park near her office every day after work. Her workout clothes usually drew some admiring glances from anyone who was still in the office when she was leaving – even with a compression bra, her breasts were obviously bigger than average, and her flat stomach and round buttocks were quite impressive in their own right.
Glancing around the office, Ashley noticed that Max was still sitting at his computer, dutifully tapping away at the keyboard, and the light in the manager’s office was still on. Mr. Hunter staying late was no surprise, but Max was usually done by now – at least, on days when he’d asked for Ashley’s help like he had earlier. She wandered over to the brown-haired man’s desk.
“Lot to do today, huh?” she asked brightly. He glanced up at her, his warm brown eyes crinkling as he smiled in relief.
“Yeah, Hunter thought it was time for me to start handling some more complicated work, but I’m in over my head here. Do you think you could…?” he rolled his chair back, away from the computer. Ashley smiled and stepped in. As she bent forward, she felt her workout shorts riding up and forming a cameltoe. Normally, she would have tried to prevent that, but Max was a handsome guy, and a little helpless and passive – just the sort Ashley liked, and that type always needed a little nudging to ask the gorgeous blonde out. So, she subtly pushed her hips back a little further as she looked over the screen.
“Ok, here’s where you start…” she began to explain. As she did so, Max gradually rolled his chair up close behind her, his knees going either side of her thick thighs. He made affirmative noises all throughout her explanation, and she had kept her eyes on the screen, so Ashley was extremely surprised when she stepped back and her knees hit the edge of his chair. She immediately fell into his lap, his arms quickly going around her slender waist.
“Oh!” she gasped out, twisting to peer up at her coworker with her big, innocent blue eyes. The hint of a flirtatious smile played across her plump pink lips. “Max, what are you doing?”
“Well, there’s this little rumor going around about you that I thought I’d test out,” Max said, his own smile light and playful.
“And what rumor would that be?” Ashley asked. The busty beauty felt a little nervous, wondering if that rumor had come from Pedley, or perhaps if Sibyl had tried to give Max a push towards asking Ashley out.
“Rumor is…” Max leaned down, his breath tickling Ashley’s lips as his forehead pressed to hers. “You’re ticklish!”
His fingers dug into Ashley’s sides before the restrained girl even had time to gasp.
“Eeeep!” Ashley squealed and squirmed, doing her best to hold back her laughter. “Mahax sta-ee!-stop! Mihihister Hunter -hee hee- will hehehear youhoohoo!”
“You mean he’ll hear you?” Max asked, enjoying the sensations caused by her plump buttocks sliding around his lap. “If you want this to stay our little secret, maybe you should cover that pretty little mouth.”
With that, he began to pinch and squeeze the sexy blonde’s sides, ignoring her feeble attempts to pry his hands away from her tight body.
“You eep! You’ll beheehee in trohohohouble whehen hehee sees you!” She gasped out desperately. The giggling girl began to flush red as Max’s hardening cock pressed up into her spandex-covered ass cheeks. Her heels pushed into the carpet while her hands tried and failed to dive between his strong arms and her cloth-covered torso.
“Will I?” Max mused. “Let’s find out.”
With that, his hands darted up her sides and into her pits, his forearms pressing up under her hefty breasts as he did so. The voluptuous beauty’s blue eyes widened as her weak point was poked and prodded. She pressed her full lips together desperately, trying in vain to get his hands out of her barely-protected underarms, but was soon overwhelmed.
“AAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAA!” her mouth spread wide, laughter poured out of the freckled woman’s writhing frame. Her smooth, pale legs kicked helplessly at the air in front of her. She tried in vain to double over, but her captor’s arms, still tightly wrapped around her midriff, held her firm.
“What’s going on here?” Mr. Hunter stood in the door to his office, eyebrow raised and burly arms crossed. Max eased up on the tickling, though he didn’t completely stop wriggling his fingers in Ashley’s sensitive armpits.
“Hee-he won’t sto-ahah!-stop tickling meheehee!” Ashley gasped out, confident that her manager would put an end to the unprovoked tickle attack. She didn’t understand why Max was still holding her firmly in his lap, his pointer fingers forcing squeaking laughter out of her as their boss strode across the floor to stand directly in front of the pair, but her spirits lifted nonetheless.
“Well Ashley, a bit of harmless fun is good for team morale,” Hunter declared with a slight smile, raising his hands into claws and leaning in towards her. “You want to be a team player, don’t you?”
“Wha-GAAHAAHAANOO PLEEHEEHEEASE!” Ashley wailed and writhed in her captor’s lap, two pairs of hands seeming to prod at every bit of her ticklish body at once. Her heart sank as her apparent good fortune turned to more torture, but a part of her was still hopeful that she could get through to Hunter.
“No, you don’t want to be a team player?” her boss’s brow furrowed playfully as he grabbed her ankles and forced them up onto Max’s desk.
“WHAHAHAT NO NAHAAT MY SHOOHOOHOOS!” Ashley shrieked as Hunter wrapped one arm around her thick, bare calves, his free hand plucking at her pink shoelaces. She began to slap at Max’s arms, hard, only for him to dart his hands back up into her pits. As her clean white sneakers were plucked away from her dainty feet, the busty blonde was reduced to a squealing, thrashing mess. A moment later, as Hunter’s fingers trailed up the soles of her pink ankle socks from heels to toes, she began to whip her head back and forth desperately, her ponytail slapped Max in the face. He responded by burying his face in her neck, teeth nibbling and stubble scratching, and the combined stimulus turned the anguished beauty’s laughter silent as she began to strain for air.
Her eyes squeezed shut, Ashley’s world contracted to a few points of contact: fingers exploring the crevices of her underarms and clenching, flexing feet; arms around her ribs, pressing up under her sizable breasts; a mouth kissing and gnawing at her neck; Max’s firm chest pressing into her back; and through it all, her coworker’s enormous erection, pressing her spandex shorts up into the crack of her plump, round ass cheeks. As her chest heaved with the strain of pulling air in through her laughter, the blushing blonde’s nipples began to harden. Unnoticed by either of her tormentors, the tiny mounds swelled and pressed through the fabric of her bra and t-shirt.
As he continued to caress her socked feet, Mr. Hunter began walking backwards, raising her legs until her knees pressed into her big, bra-bound boobs. The tiny, convulsing woman’s flexibility proved itself as the burly manager continued, raising her ankles up to either side of her reddened face. Hunter stopped tickling Ashley at that point. A moment later, Max withdrew from her pits and neck and unwrapped his arms from around her, though he continued trailing his pointer fingers along her sides from hip to breast.
“Well Ashley,” Mr. Hunter said, “if you really want us to stop, I’ll make you a deal. You hold your legs up like this for… oh… five minutes, and we’ll let you go.”
Gasping for air, Ashley opened her mouth to respond, then hesitated. Negotiating with Pedley had failed. So, too, had bargaining with the police officers. And so far, Max hadn’t seemed willing to release her. So when offered the chance to escape if she was cooperative, the red-faced office worker determined cooperation to be her best bet. She nodded her compliance and clamped her hands around her ankles, noticing with embarrassment that the position presented her cameltoe to the world at large.
“I- I can do that,” Ashley panted out, then squealed in shock as Max dug into her ribs, hard. Mr. Hunter raised both hands to her upturned soles and spider-tickled all across her socked feet, forcing yet more crazed laughter from the hapless tickle toy.
“But can you do it while we’re still tickling you?” Hunter asked playfully. Ashley didn’t respond. A moment later, Max left her ribs alone, reached around her raised legs, and began pinching at the backs of her knees. With every pinch, a pained “eep!” broke through Ashley’s laughter. Growing bored of that, he instead began squeezing and clawing his way down the backs of her thick thighs, running from just below her knees all the way to the legs of her shorts, very nearly at the crease under her ass cheeks. Her blue eyes squeezed shut once again, Ashley’s head hung forward in helpless laughter. She tried to keep track of time, but even one tickler would have made that extremely difficult for the sensitive blonde; with two, it was outright impossible. A few seconds later, or an eternity, one of Hunter’s hands slipped down between her legs. The pointer finger on that hand slid along Ashley’s cameltoe, right down the seam between her spandex-covered labia.
She screamed; she arched her back; she let go of her ankles, trying to twist away and cross her legs at the same time. She bucked right out of Max’s lap, falling on her cushiony ass between her coworker’s legs. The sudden fall and more sudden stop stunned the tiny woman; before she could capitalise on the change in position, Hunter had bent down, grabbed her slender biceps, and forced her to kneel facing Max, her hands pressed to the armrest of the chair. Mr. Hunter tut-tutted.
“Ashley, you barely lasted a minute,” he said. “Well, I’ll give you one last chance.”
Max unzipped his pants, pulling out his truly enormous cock and pointing it at Ashley’s beet-red face.
“You put your mouth to work and satisfy Max here, and we’ll consider our morale properly lifted,” Hunter declared.
Ashley wet her lips nervously; she had prided herself on her blowjob skills, back in college, but she’d never given one to someone as big as Max before, especially not after he’d just tickled her. As she leaned in, opening her plump pink lips, her mind began to race. Up until now, she had thought Max and Hunter simply hadn’t understood how much she hated being tickled, had seen it as a fun game. But if they were going this far, treating her like this, it was possible they were working for Pedley too, just like Officers Wilson and Owens had been. As she began to lick around Max’s foreskin, she wondered if Pedley had some sort of blackmail material on them; the disgusting janitor had been quite casual about getting nude photos of her, and making sure she knew he had them, so there was a good chance it was a standard part of how he operated. Feeling good about that reasoning, she leaned in and took her coworker’s cock deep into her throat.
Max moaned in pleasure, his hands clamping down on Ashley’s wrists and holding tight. As she continued to work over his throbbing shaft, Hunter knelt down behind her. His big hands wrapped around her chest, found her still-rigid nipples, and began to stroke up and down.
“MMMMPHH!” Ashley cried out in muffled protest and laughter as the tickling began anew. She kept pleasuring Max, knowing it was her only chance of making the tickling stop any time soon, but the fingers stroking around her stiff mounds were impossible to ignore, and threw off any rhythm the busty blonde tried to build. Her torso jerked side to side, trying and failing to avoid the devilish digits that seemed to perfectly follow her rock-hard nubs. Keeping her eyes open made no difference to the torturous sensation; all she could see was Max’s thick pubes and veiny cock. Eventually, she succeeded in bringing the younger man to completion; she was laughing too hard to swallow his cum like she normally would, and it spilled down his drooping dick. Hunter took two firm handfuls of the blue-eyed beauty’s big boobs and pulled her back upright.
“So, Max, would you say you’re satisfied?” He asked, kneading Ashley’s captive mammaries. Max took his time answering, first tucking everything back into his pants and zipping up. A lazy smile spread across his face as he grabbed Ashley’s wrists again.
“Nope,” was all he said as he stood up. As Ashley’s eyes widened, Hunter suddenly gripped her ankles, and the two lifted the horrified hostage between them. She began to beg and plead, salty tears falling from her eyes to the carpet below, as she was carried face-down between her captors into Mr. Hunter’s office. Had anyone else been around to hear her useless protests, the sound would have been cut off with an ominous thud as the office door closed behind them.
To Be Continued in Part 3
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