Marnie moans again, eyes closed, oblivious to anything except the pressure of the dirty pen in her anus. Meanwhile, I slide a palm over her trembling hip. With my other hand, I guide her bent arm back, pinning her wrist behind her. The angle forces her breasts out, puts her whole body on display. I can smell her now—sweet, sharp, an edge of sweat beneath the perfume and the cologne mixing with the scent of her arousal.
Brent passes me the marker without a word. I take over, switching from her ass to her cunt, alternating, teasing, never letting her get used to the rhythm. She’s soaked, and every time I draw the Sharpie out, it’s coated in clear slick. I drag it down and tap the head against her clit, watch her body jolt, then push it back into her pussy, then back into her ass. Fuck, she looks good getting fucked in both holes and it’s clear the little girl likes it because she’s breathing in fast, helpless little pants, her face streaked with color, her hair sticking to her cheeks. She looks like a woman on the verge of drowning, and loving every second.
“Fuck,” I hiss. “You’re incredible, Marnie.”
She whimpers, “Unnnh! Thank you, sir.”
Brent keeps his hand at her neck, not rough, but absolutely in charge. He leans in, his lips brushing her ear. “You’re going to take both of us tomorrow,” he says, voice deep and final. “Are you ready for that?”
Marnie nods, or tries to. “Yes, Mr. Gibson. I think so.”
I swap the pen for my fingers, two at first, then three, working her with slow, twisting strokes. She’s so open for us, so desperate to please. I want to bend her over the desk and fuck her until she screams, but I wait. I always wait because I want to see how far she’ll go before she breaks.
Brent reaches around, grabs the marker from my hand, and pushes it back into her ass. He fucks her with it, deep and raw, as I continue tunneling my fingers into her slick, slippery cunt. The combined sensation makes Marnie shiver, her legs starting to buckle. I prop her up with a hand on her waist, keeping her steady.
“You’re such a good girl,” Brent rasps. “Taking everything we give you.”
Marnie’s voice is ragged. “I want more. Please.”
I glance at Brent, and in that instant, we’re completely aligned: two men, one mind. No room for ego here, just the pure pleasure of control, of mastery.
I drop to my knees, spreading her ass with both hands, and go straight for her pussy with my tongue. She tastes fucking perfect, and her body jerks at the first lick. I work her clit, relentless, while Brent keeps up the rhythm in her ass. She’s right on the edge; I can feel her thighs quivering, her body trembling.
“Let go,” I say, voice muffled against her cunt. “Come for us, sweetheart. Climax on my face.”
She does. The orgasm hits hard, wrenching a scream from her as she collapses over the desk. Her whole body clenches around my tongue, fluids leaking down her thighs. I keep licking, softening my touch only when she starts to shudder and sob from the overstimulation.
Brent chuckles and finally draws the marker out, sets it on the desk, and brushes her hair back from her face.
“Amazing, sweetheart,” he rasps. “You were incredible.”
Marnie slumps, boneless, barely able to sit up. I stand, button my cuffs, and fix her skirt, then tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“You did well,” I murmur. “Better than well. I’m looking forward to stretching you with my cock tomorrow night.”
The young woman sits upright slowly, straightening her blouse with shaking hands. “Thank you,” she says, her voice shaking but certain at once.
I bend down, scoop the Sharpie off the desk, and slide it into my inner jacket pocket. A souvenir.
Brent pulls out a pack of tissues, hands one to Marnie. “Go freshen up,” he says. “We’ll need you ready and clean for tomorrow.”
She stands, legs unsteady, and smooths her skirt. I watch her mince out, admiring the flush on her cheeks and the way she holds her head high even after being fucked in the pussy and ass by a fucking Sharpie. It’s so depraved but that’s what I love about her: the dirty nastiness, hidden behind that innocent exterior.
The door closes behind her, and for a moment, Brent and I are alone.
“You think she’s ready?” he asks.
I smirk. “Who knows? If she’s not, we’ll break her in.”
Brent laughs, low and genuine, and pours us each a shot from the bottle on his credenza. We drink in silence, the taste sharp and smoky, a perfect burn.
After, I leave the office and head to my own. The corridor is empty now, the echo of my footsteps the only sound. I take outthe Sharpie, roll it between my fingers, and smile before lifting it to my nose for an inhale. Immediately, I get a hit of Marnie’s cunt scent and my cock firms up in my pants again.
Holy fuck, but tomorrow is going to be one hell of a night.
10
CHAPTER TEN — ONE TABOO NIGHT
