Page 50 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
Lowering his body closer to mine, he pushes slowly into my pussy and I try not to moan or make a single sound. I lay still as can be but my fingers twitch to touch this young man who doesn’t want to be touched back. I watch as he begins to lose himself deep inside me, thrusting in and out, fucking me but not letting me fuck him back. He wants no part ofme, he wants everything from the doll I have become. So I just let him, I let him take from me whilst he gives me his cock and the pleasure that is rising inside of me. I shouldn’t be enjoying this, society says this is absurd, but my body is craving more, it’s enjoyingthe boundaries being pushed and the unique man using my body as a vessel for his pleasure.
I can see him climbing to reach his high and that becomes my undoing. Giving myself over to him turns me on like nothing and no one. I can’t make sense of it, I have no words for it. I just climb higher and higher along with him, the very thought of being his doll right now is what pushes me over my silent and unmoving peak, my only movement is my pussy tensing around his cock and my chest silently heaving through the tight corset up and down as the rush of ecstasy flows through my core and continues flowing like a river until he pulses in his climax and comes deep inside of me.
He lowers himself onto my body, the weight of him is heavy on my chest. I begin to feel the air restricting to my lungs and panic that I will need to break the spell and move. Thankfully he seems to come out of his euphoric haze and takes his weight off of me, sliding out and sitting back up in front of me looking at where his cock had just been and what is now oozing out of me.
Just as he slides off me and I continue lying still and doll-like, I hear the door bang open and someone walks in clapping loudly, obnoxiously. I know who it is before he opens his mouth.
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“Bravo, dear brother, bravo,” he says, clapping his hands obnoxiously and walking right up to where I am lying still, prone and unmoving. I don’t move or break character, out of the corner of my eyes I see Angus turn angrily to speak to his brother.
“What are you doing here?” I hear anger dripping from his words.
“I have come to make use of that face of makeup you so lovingly applied dear little brother.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to make her eyes stream with it. It’s ok, she can still be your rag doll whilst I do it if that’s what you’re worried about,” he scoffs.
“It’s still my time with her,” replies Angus petulantly.
“Yes, and I bet I know exactly what you were going to do. You were about to lick your come as it leaked out of her, am I wrong?”
“I was going to do that,” Angus relents through gritted teeth.
“See, I know you just as well as you know yourself. Ipropose you pose your little ragdoll on her hands and knees so I can fuck her little doll mouth as you suck her dirty little cunt.”
Angus looks thoughtful for a while and then simply nods, the fight gone out of him. I can’t see Jacob’s face but I have no doubt he is happy to be getting his way.
Angus reaches for my hips and lifts them into the air, spinning me a full 180 degrees. My arms and legs go flying and it takes every ounce of self-control to not move or lift them to a more comfortable position as I lay face down on the bed. Moving quickly, Angus untangles my limbs, first he lifts my chest and positions my arms straight underneath my shoulders supporting my top half on the bed. I can see hands removing the pillow in front of me, yet I don’t move my head but feel the bed dip as Jacob’s naked thighs and cock come into my view. Behind me Angus lifts my hips and positions my knees beneath my hips so I’m on all fours, open for him.
In a split second one brother’s lips are on my pussy lips and the other brother’s cock is nudging at my mouth. “Open wide little ragdoll, suck my cock and drink from my balls.”
Despite myself, my clit sparks and I hate my body for it. It’s one thing to be turned on by a kind man and his doll kink, it’s another to be turned on by an obnoxious sadist who is exploiting the opportunity. Nevertheless, they are paying me to submit to their every whim and desire so I allow entry into my mouth, not that he was waiting for my permission as he forcefully feeds his cock into the back of my mouth. “Dolls don’t bite Whore—you remember that in your numb doll head won’t you?” he says as he cackles to himself before pushing so deep I immediately choke. “Take what Master gives you now as Angus dutifully sucks all the come out of your cunt. I know you came; I was watching you. You enjoyed being painted and played with like a free use whore. That’s why I chose you and that’s what we are paying you for, so suck my cock bitch.”
He grips my head and shoves himself so deep I think I’mgoing to vomit. I can’t focus on the delicious laps of my pussy behind me because I’m trying to breathe through my nose as my entire mouth is filled with Jacob’s cock fucking my throat.
Jacob fucks my face with abandon. My eyes stream with mascara, snot builds up and starts to leak from my nose as saliva runs down my chin. I hold myself up and my mouth open and that is all I can do as I take his cock further and further down my throat. He fucks my mouth unrelenting, harder and faster as I struggle to pull in breath through my nose. And then it happens, Angus rubs two fingers inside of me, and I know it’s to take more come but I suspect it’s also to make me feel good and feel good it does. The lack of air, the rubbing of my g-spot and the depravity of this situation uncoils an orgasm that rips through me and shudders from my pussy to my mouth. I gurgle my orgasm against Jacob’s cock as he thrusts into my tonsils and my throat contracts around him, triggering jets of hot come to slide down the back of my throat, choking me. I begin to splutter and shake, fear that I’m going to drown from his come overtaking my senses. Jacob, sensing danger for his manhood, withdraws quickly.
“Don’t you dare waste a single drop of my come, Whore. If you puke right now, I will make you lick it all back up again,” he snarls the hostile warning.
Bile rises along with his come as it begins to come back up into my mouth but fear of his promise makes me force it back down again. Quivering on my hands and knees, my whole body shakes from near choking as I swallow and suck down lungfuls of air. I don’t know what my face looks like, but I’ve no doubt it’s a total mess.
“You can have your whore of a ragdoll back now Angus, the state of her disgusts me.” He spits in my hair but I don’t break my role for Angus. I just look straight ahead at the wall.
In a move by someone who must practice martial arts orsomething, Angus flips me onto my back again, positioning the pillow under my head as he examines my face.
“That fucker,” he growls as he positions my limbs before climbing off and coming back with a wipe. Slowly, he gently wipes away the saliva from my chin, across my tear-streaked eyes and cheeks and then goes about wiping the makeup off, inch by gentle inch across my face.
I am awash with emotions. I adore Angus for taking such good care of me. I am hot with fury at the way Jacob treats me. How can they be from the same family? Which one is more like their father? Whatistheir father going to be like?
Pulling me back up into a sitting position, Angus unties the ribbons at my back and lets the corset fall. He pulls up the dress and unbuckles the bra beneath me. He then leads me to the bathroom where I stand rigid under the shower as he gently washes my body with body wash, rubbing it gently into my skin. He washes between my pussy lips and backside. He lovingly circles my breasts and neck and lathers my hair with shampoo and conditioner. Completely unmoving, he ushers me out of the shower, circles a soft towel around my body and rubs me dry. I’m a statue and all I want to do is watch and speak to Angus. My least favourite part of this kink is not reciprocating. It’s hurting my soul.
Angus places me back on the bed and pulls his black t-shirt over my head. It’s a soft, expensive cotton that drowns me but smells of him and I try to surreptitiously inhale more of that scent as he dries off his beautiful physique and pulls on his boxers and track pants. Leaving me sitting still as a doll, he leaves the room and fetches us some dinner. Much to my delight, he utters the words I’ve been waiting for, “You can move again now, Roxy.”
I take in a breath of relief, moving my head finally to look back at him and smile. “Thank you for washing me so well,” I say.
He blushes and replies, “It’s the least I could do for everything you have done for me today.”
