Dear Diary, I Begged!

by

Amaya Rai

story points: degradation, Gangbang, office setting

wc: 1567

5th August: Dear Diary,

Today I overheard my team talking about me.

Basically, I’d asked the senior analysts to stay behind late to create a data pitch for a new client we wanted to secure. This would mean I get a very healthy bonus and I’d get promoted to Vice President.

As I was walking past the meeting room I could overhear the guys chatting and they were talking about how uptight and monotonous I can be and that if I ‘just loosened up a bit’ then maybe I wouldn’t be ‘such a bitch’.

Yeah of course they’d brand a successful, no-nonsense female leader as a ‘bitch’. They obviously don’t know that I go to these sex clubs and let men use me. Fuck me like a whore because I love that I don’t have to be in control for once. I can submit to them. And no, I don’t need to make any decisions.

I can just be me. Not Mira Chancery MD for Larder Financial. But Mira Chancery: A pillow princess who just wants to get fucked. Hard.

Eurgh.

7th August: Dear Diary,

I know I’ve been MIA, but this client pitch has everyone going a bit loco. I’ve not played in a while and I’m just feeling a little tight. These guys keep coming to me with problems instead of solutions. So tomorrow night I’ve scheduled an after-hours meeting. We have to come up with a solution.

Ciao for now!

8th August: Dear Diary,

Fuck.

FUCK FUCK FUCK! That meeting turned into something I usually encountered in the sex clubs I frequent.

I walked into the boardroom and all three men were sitting around waiting for me to start the meeting. I wore my green sheer suit because it’s been warm all week. That was probably my mistake number 1.

“So gentlemen, the problem seems to be that you cannot find a single fucking lead on how three million dollars just goes missing?”

No one said anything. They stared down at their iPads.

“To be honest, you’re all fucking useless pricks. When I was a senior analyst like yourselves, I made sure that every avenue was explored and each nook and cranny was fucked by my large investigative dick. Clearly yours don’t work!”

I huffed loudly and then turned to the window, leaning against the large frame which overlooked Boston. The city lights illuminated our office spotlighting our shame and failures.

“Maybe if you came down to our level we could have had this brainstorm earlier.” It was Mitchell who spoke. My second.

“I’m your boss.” I reiterated.

“When was the last time you shook off that suit and decided to muck in Mira?” Now Drew, the bald, athletic analyst spoke. He was always calm and his soft Canadian accent always softened the blow when things went wrong.

“I shake my suit off a lot. Thanks Drew,” I folded my arms in defiance. They were coming for ME?

Diary, do you remember the days when I had no one? I was told to fend for myself, so I did!

Anyways, back to the story:

“Yeah when was the last time you just took it?” Rahul muttered.

“Actually I love fucking taking it. When I don’t have to be in control. I like knowing that someone else is dealing with me. Using me. That I can trust what they want to do to me,” I shouted. My high melodic voice now reaching a crescendo because I was so frustrated with them.

They all looked at me, then looked at each other. It’s almost as if they had concocted this plan prior to me arriving. All three men shared a brief nod and then Rahul spoke up.

“On your knees, blazer off and tits out. You’re going to be our little whore for the night and then each subsequent night until we find a solution,” he instructed.

I looked incredulous, then aroused and then incredulous again.

Diary, I hadn’t played in a while and as you know I like to frequent my clubs once a month!

“Go on Mira, you want us to do well? Well we need a good little whore to ease our stress.”

Rahul got up from his seat and pushed me down onto my knees. Standing behind me, he unbuttoned my blazer and pulled it down. My nipples were hard, and my pussy soaked.

The Universe clearly could see I needed to play.

“Yes, I want you to do well,” I said breathlessly.

“Then are you going to be a good little slut for us,” Mitchell said as he stood in front of me, and pulled his cock out.

“Suck his cock Mira,” Rahul muttered as he slapped my face lightly, making me directly face Mitchell.

His thick, short cock at my mouth begged for entry. I opened, willingly.

“God she’s an eager little cum slut, isn't she?” Drew said. He too came around and unzipped his trousers and I clasped his long, thin cock with my hand. Stroking it slowly as I became accustomed to Mitchell’s cock pistoning out of my mouth with rapid force.

“Look lads, she’s so desperate, practically salivating at how I taste.” He grunted and groaned whilst looking down at me.

I don’t understand how I got so lucky, Diary.

My pussy quivered with anticipation, hoping they’d all have a chance to fuck me.

I moaned loudly as Rahul’s hands began caressing my tits. My large, rounded breasts were being fondled roughly. Slapping each one and the pinching the nipple, caused me to cry out again.

“I want to be the first to make the Ice Queen come,” Rahul purred as he kissed my cheek.

Mitchell grabbed the back of my head with such force and face-fucked me for a couple seconds more before he pushed me up and carried me to the large meeting table.

Drew quickly removed my skirt and I was left in my designer heels and nothing else.

“Look boys, we can come inside of her. Our little cum guzzling boss.”

“Boys please,” I begged.

“Please what Mira?” Rahul smirked at me as he placed himself between my legs.

“Please fuck me. Use me,” I said. Grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples to help curb my extreme arousal.

“You regard each one of us as Sir,” he grunted as he lined up his large, veined cock at my entrance.

“Say it: Please Sirs can each of you fuck me? I’m a desperate whore who needs her team to fuck some sense into her.”

I almost orgasmed.

I nodded obediently and then repeated those words. I was halfway through the sentence when he entered me and my legs involuntarily closed-in. Rahul’s strong hands kept me wide open for his onslaught.

He fucked me rough and my hands tried to clasp whatever they could so I wouldn’t slide off the table. Lucky for me, Drew was on the table and shoved his cock into my mouth. The pencil cock suffocated me, caused me to gag. Tears of joy openly falling.

Mitchell meanwhile took control of my breasts. Licking and pinching them as he waited for his turn on my pussy.

“So greedy, look at you. Mira, aren’t you a greedy woman?” Rahul grunted as he continued fucking me rapidly. Months of pent up frustration finally being exerted on me. I deserved his wrathful fuck.

“Yes Sir, I’m so,” I couldn’t even finish the sentence as Rahul spilled inside of me, shooting his load. Loud cries of relief escaped his lips.

“See what we can do when you’re not always in control?” He tapped my pussy encouragingly.

After leaving me open, Mitchell replaced him and he felt like a gentle reprieve from the hard fuck Rahul left me with. Mitchell was slow, but firm. It felt more like love making than it did being used.

However, Drew grabbed me by the jaw and angled my head to accommodate himself. His long cock suffocated me as he never once took it out to thrust back in. Instead, he just shallow-pumped into the back of my throat.

“This is how I like you: quiet and gagging,” he grunted.

Fuck. That was my reckoning. An orgasm escaped my body and I spasmed on Mitchell’s cock. The belittling words causing me writhe under the two men who were using me. Telling me I was worthless unless my holes were being filled. More ripples continued to contract through me, which led to Mitchell coming inside of me.

“Look! I’m coming in my boss!” His thrusts slowed and he pulled out, leaving me with both analyst’s cum dripping out of my wanton hole.

I was still gagged by Drew’s cock, fucking my throat when Rahul muttered in his seated position, “Mark her tits.”

Another moan escaped my lips, worried that I might orgasm again just by hearing those words alone. But Drew beat me to it.

Pulling out of my mouth and giving me my oxygen back, he straddled my face, his sweaty balls hovered above me and tugging his cock hard, he sprayed all over my chest and stomach.

Diary, the men filed out once Drew had dressed himself. There was no conversation or after-care. They left me leaking and graffitied. So I dragged my hand down to my pussy and fucked myself with memory of what just unfolded.

I’ll schedule a meeting for next week, maybe…

Yours, Mira xoxo