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A Week with the Boss P5
The rest of the conference passed much as the first few days had and we were now on the final day. I had daily hard rough fucks with Mr Rousseau and another one with Mr Bickley - that man really does love to choke. Me and Tommy even blew them both in the lift once.
After we'd sent the picture of my cum-covered face to my boyfriend Danny, he had responded in the best way. His message said "tell whoever punished your faggot face thank you from me". Since then we had continued exchanging pictures of our sexual exploits; me getting destroyed by daddy and Danny doing the same to other fags. I couldn't say I was sure where our relationship was, but I was more attracted to him than I had been in months.
This brought us to the final day of the conference, which was essentially a day of leisure with a party in the evening. Daddy and Mr Bickley took me and Tommy to the indoor pool for most of the day. Mr Bickley had bought us these tiny speedos that I could barely squeeze over my bubble butt, although he had no problem coming into the changing rooms to help me put them on. I think they probably would've fucked us by the pool if it weren't for the other people around us.
After the pool, we all went back to Mr Bickley's room and had another group fuck. Mr Rousseau fucked me this time and Bickley Tommy. They had me and Tommy on all fours, facing each other and kissing while they hammered at our well-worn holes. They finished off by double penetrating Tommy this time, as they had done me last time. He was pushed to the max and cried a little from the pain.
"Oh I love it when you cry baby" Mr Bickley had said, before leaning in and licking a tear off Tommy's cheek. That was the moment that made me spray my load, covering Mr Rousseau's calf - I licked him clean afterwards of course.
And so, here I was at the closing party of the conference. It was a pretty good party for a conference - a free bar and good music helped. I stayed close to daddy again and he gave me drink after drink, so I ended up being pretty drunk. It was around 11 o'clock that daddy began talking with a new guy. I couldn't hear what was being said but could see that he was handsome, young, and, despite being shorter than daddy or Mr Bickley, gave off the same aura of being a cocky alpha. He had curly dark hair and a face that I would've called cute, if it weren't for his cocky expression. After about 10 minutes they patted each other on the back, laughing boisterously, and the young guy went over to the bar. "Who was he daddy?" I asked as innocently as possible.
"Why? Think he's sexy?" daddy replied with a smirk.
I shrugged my shoulders, blushing a little.
"Don't look so scared, it's okay" he said, laughing and slapping me on the back "he's a new guy called Brad we're trying to recruit, I was actually thinking you may be able to help".
"Really? How?" I asked, eager to please.
"Well, you know, you could sweeten his deal... show him the kind of benefits a man can expect from working in our company".
I think my dick chubbed a little right there. Daddy wanted to share me with this sexy, lithe stud and I wanted to be shared. I nodded enthusiastically back.
"Good boy, I already told him he could have you anyway though" he said, spanking my arse openly and getting a few winks and smirks from the guys around us "go wait in the lift".
I stood by the lift nervously. I had no idea what this new guy Brad would be like and was feeling the pressure to perform, so I didn't let daddy down. As he approached me, I began to smile at him, but he remained cold and stone faced.
Smack. He slapped me hard across the face.
"Faggots are supposed to wait on their knees" he growled.
As I got to my knees I saw him slip off and wedding ring and place it in his suit pocket. He then scrunched some of my hair up in his fingers and used it to pull me with him into the lift. As the lift went up, his fingers went in my mouth and he stretched my lips wide.
"Gotta stretch those lips ready faggot" he said.
He dragged me out of the lift the same way he pulled me in, and then all the way to the room too. Clambering behind him on my hands and knees, we got lots of looks from other guests. Many looked confused, but a few others from the conference chuckled approvingly.
When we entered the room he released me and walked straight to sit down in an armchair.
"Strip" he ordered.
"Ye-" I began, before he interrupted and told me not to speak.
I stripped for him slowly. Peeling my shirt and trousers off and then slowly sliding down my tight white y-fronts, revealing my peachy bubble butt. When I was finished, he unzipped his suit trousers, fishing out a big beautiful cock. I wanted to start sucking it immediately but knew I needed to wait for his permission.
"Crawl to me faggot"
I did. And when I got to him I opened my mouth, moving it closer and closer to that delicious cock. Then suddenly he slapped me in the face.
"I tell you when you get cock fag!" he barked.
I nodded to show him I understood, my eyes watering slightly from the sting of a hard smack. He stood up.
"Open".
I waited patiently with my mouth open. He started slowly, teasing my lips with his meat and smearing precum on them. I felt my mouth water at the taste. The first thrust he went balls- deep and I wretched. He chuckled a little, doing another sharp thrust in. With the third thrust, he held his cock in my throat, making me gag.
"Say thank you sir" he ordered.
I tried my best to comply, but his cock meant all I achieved was a gargle. Another slap.
"Say it clearly faggot!"
Another attempt followed, as did another slap, and so it went for a while. I'd gargle the words and he'd punish my failure. It had me rock hard. The cock down my throat had me gagging constantly and so spit was dripping from my face already and tears streaming down my face.
"That's right, cry faggot" he told me, as it happened "worthless piece of shit".
Soon after that he was dragging me over to the bed by hair. There was no ceremony, he just bent me over and pushed in hard, still wearing his suit.
"Beg faggot!"
"Fuck me si-"
"No, beg me to stop" he said darkly. If my cock wasn't hard already... It nearly exploded when he said that.
"No sir, please stop!" I begged him, although hips didn't join in the lie, carrying on to slam back into his thrusts. It appeared he shared a predilection with Mr Bickley too, sliding his hands around my neck to choke me a little in to the fuck. He didn't close off my airway, more used my neck to pull me back into his thrusts. It was hot all the same. He fucked me like this for a while. His thrusts began to get erratic and I could tell he was getting close.
"On you knees faggot!" he growled as he pulled out.
I flung myself to my knees and opened wide. My face was covered in huge amounts of his beautiful cum. I savoured its taste, but as I went to lick scoop more up to eat, he stopped me.
"No, no, no" he chuckled "you're going to walk to your daddy and tell him thank you for letting you have this, then you can drink".
I was terrified, but still I nodded. I stood up, dressed and walked out of them room. My face covered in spit, tears, and jizz. I walked down the hall, with a mixture of pride and shame. Like earlier, [people either looked horrified or approving. One man even asked me if I wanted to come into his room with him. I was hard the whole time, my cock leaking like a tap.
When daddy saw me, he laughed harder than I'd ever seen, doubling over with the force of it. He even called Mr Bickley into our room to have a look.
"Well you have found yourself some grade A fag here" Mr Bickley laughed "he really let his replacement do that to him?"
"My replacement?" I interjected, confused and worried I wouldn't be getting daddy's cock anymore.
"Well we can't have you fags like you working as proper representatives of the company" daddy said patting me on the head "you're going to be my secretary from now on".
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