My Best Friend Employs Me Pt. 12

Svetlana removed her fist from my cock, rolled me over onto my back, swiftly removed the silky panties that were caressing my balls, and walked away from the bed. Sara entered the room with the large bag of ice, while Svetlana put the KY and her panties away. I looked down at my cock, and was disappointed to see that the few thrusts that I had enjoyed, had wiped away any trace of Svetlana's lipgloss.

The two girls were very businesslike and methodical, as they used the ice to make my erection disappear. Svetlana reverted back to her cold self, and wouldn't even make eye contact with me. Within a couple of minutes, I was back in the cock-cage, with the worst case of blue balls in my life. Sara tidied up the pool house and left to discard the ice. Svetlana managed to get my jeans on me, with my hands still tied behind me. However, she was very clinical about it, and told me to be quiet when I tried to talk to her.

After I was dressed, Sara returned. They kept my hands tied behind my back and walked me straight into Adrian's office. He was sat at his desk and looked pissed. There was a red, heart-shaped silk pillow in front of his desk. As I approached it, I wondered if it was Svetlana's or Sara's. I felt physically sick as I saw a different name embroidered, in the same white thread as the girls' pillows. This sucky pillow bore the name "Chrissy" in large white letters.

Svetlana twisted my ear sadistically and I cried out in pain. She pulled me to my knees by my ear, and I knelt on my own personal sucky pillow. From my vantage point on my knees, I could see Adrian's desk had been cleared, except for one thing. The Barbie Pink lipgloss container sat right on the edge of his desk.

"He tried to make me leave you, Adrian," Svetlana began. "We got it all on tape."

Even though I was in a very compromising position, and was about to get some kind of punishment from Adrian, my only thought was of Svetlana. I thought we had made a connection, when she had ridden me to multiple orgasms. It felt so real when we had kissed tenderly. She was about to give me a handjob, before Sara disturbed us. She promised to suck me off, at my next cage cleaning. To learn that it was all an elaborate setup, really made my heart sink. I liked Svetlana a lot, and she was just fucking with me for fun.

Sara held up her phone and pressed play. My voice was on the recording, and it was very incriminating. I was telling Svetlana she should leave Adrian, and come and live with me.

"He already paid for your "D" cups," the recording began. "He has changed your eyes from your beautiful natural green to his preferred shade of piercing blue. He has lightened and lengthened your hair over the last few months. You are now a platinum blonde like his other two bimbos. At some point you will look like identical triplets and will have no individual identities."

Adrian motioned to Sara that he had heard enough, and she silenced the recording. Adrian got up from his chair and walked around to where I was kneeling. I resigned myself to the fact that he was going to force me to suck him off, in front of my wife and Svetlana. Maybe even gloss my lips, with the pink lipgloss on his desk. Make me his bitch.

"I am very disappointed with your disloyalty, Chris," he began sternly. "I am quite surprised that you would try and fuck me. It makes me want to fuck you back," he continued ominously. "However, I am going to resist acting out of emotion, and decide an appropriate punishment for you, based on your transgressions."

Svetlana, who was probably getting wet at my degradation, spoke up cheerfully.

"There's more Adrian. Chris got a job offer. Well actually two."

"Chris already has a fucking job," Adrian said menacingly. "A very well paid job."

"Well, apparently Chris has a written job offer from Boeing and Equifax. They are competing for his services," Svetlana said, completely embellishing the situation.

Adrian's face clouded over, as he processed the depth of my disloyalty to him. Not only had I tried to steal one of his bitches, I had sought alternate employment. I lowered my head as I realized I had been totally set up by Svetlana.

"Where is the direct contact information of the people who offered you both jobs?" he asked.

"In my phone, front jeans pocket," I answered, dreading what was coming next.

"Svetlana?" Adrian said expectantly, as the young girl knelt in front of me and extricated my iPhone from my pocket.

She held it up to my face to unlock it and Adrian spoke.

"What is the name of the direct contact at Boeing?"

After I gave him the name and email address, he repeated the question for the Equifax offer. Once Adrian had that information, he called Sara and Svetlana over to his computer. Svetlana, presumably the technologically savvy one, took the keyboard and the three of them worked on something, as the girls giggled away incessantly. A few minutes later, the printer fired up and Sara handed Adrian a printed document. Adrian stood and walked back over to where I was still kneeling, with my hands bound behind my back.

"I gave them a little more information to digest, before they finalize your offer," he said with a laugh.

Then he held my doctored resume right in front of my face. I immediately noticed the modifications.

Under additional skills it now read, "Can suck a golf ball through a garden hose."

My hobbies, that were formerly listed as "reading, chess, Russian literature", now included the additional hobby of "sucking black cock."

To make matters worse, Adrian had attached a picture of me sucking him off. I was on my knees looking up at him, smiling broadly, and he had made no attempt to blur my face.

"Make sure you give me at least two weeks notice when you receive your confirmation of the job offer," he said cruelly.

He told me I could spend the rest of the day cleaning his Porsche. Sara pulled me to my feet roughly and untied my hands. She was pissed too. She had just figured out that Stacey was part of the identical triplets, I had referred to on the recording. Stacey was part of Adrian's harem, and that did not sit well with her.

"Grab your stuff and get the fuck out of my sight," Adrian said, to dismiss me.

I wasn't sure what "my stuff" was, so I hesitantly picked up the "Chrissy" sucky pillow and my iPhone, and headed for the door.

"All your stuff," he said gruffly.

I looked confused, and then embarrassed, as it dawned on me that the Barbie Pink lipgloss was now part of "my stuff". Svetlana giggled as I took the lipstick from Adrian's desk, and slinked out of there.

Apparently, Adrian was on the verge of emailing my compromising photos to a couple of people on my email list. He wanted to teach me a lesson and show me how much power he had over me. Sara talked him out of it, reminding him that the leverage was diminished, as soon as he used it.

Adrian had a couple of beers, as he ruminated on my punishment. Then he announced to Sara and Svetlana.

"I am going to let that pussy stew over night," he began. "I like the thought of him stressing out, as he awaits his punishment. Tomorrow morning, in my office, I will exact my revenge for his disloyalty. Sara and Svetlana, you will flip a coin and the winner can fuck Chrissy's ass with a strap-on. He tried to fuck me, so it is only fitting that I get to fuck him back. I want you to bend that bitch over my desk and take his anal cherry from him."

"Adrian, please let me do it," Svetlana begged. "I was the one he disrespected. He tried to use me for his own personal gain. I should be allowed to get my revenge too. Please."

After hearing Svetlana beg Adrian to let her do it, Sara had no objection. So, Adrian allowed the sadistic young Czech girl the privilege of exacting his punishment. She was so excited, and it was clear she was borderline sociopath.

They never told me about their plans. Later on, as I was cleaning Adrian's Porsche Turbo, Sara came over to me with my heart-shaped sucky pillow, and told me that Adrian said I could kneel on this to clean his wheels. As she turned to leave, she tried to warn me.

"Adrian has had a few beers. Keep a low profile for the rest of the day. He can get mean when he drinks."

I was cleaning the front wheel of his Porsche, when I heard footsteps on the gravel. It was Adrian, and he had a large chilled beer in his hand. It was a scorching hot day. Adrian had parked his car just outside the garage door, in the direct sun to make my job harder. I was sweating as I toiled to get his car perfect. He stood in the shade of the garage sipping his beer, as he watched me work.

"You don't get it do you Chris," he started. "I can ruin you. I have a good mind to send a couple of photos to three random people on your email list."

I shuddered at that prospect, but took Sara's advice and kept a low profile. He was in a foul mood, had been drinking, and owned my ass. I didn't want to provoke him. I kept my head down and continued to polish his twenty-two inch custom rims. He called me a couple of pejoratives and then downed his beer.

"I will give you a choice," he said, "and I expect your answer in the morning. I can either send the photos to three random people, or Svetlana can fuck your ass with the strap-on."

I swallowed hard at the indignity of the latter option, although truthfully, the first option instilled more fear in me.

I heard Adrian put his beer glass down on the garage floor. He came out of the shade, passed me, and walked around to the other side of the Porsche. I heard the sound of his zipper being undone. Then he looked up towards the window of the bedroom that sits above the garage. I followed his gaze up to that window. The plantation shutters were wide open. Sara and Svetlana were watching the confrontation, if you could call it that, as I was powerless to fight back. They seemed visibly excited, and Sara blew Adrian a kiss.

This was all the encouragement Adrian needed, and he started to urinate on the side of the brand new Porsche. I could hear the stream of piss hitting the alloy wheel, as he emptied his bladder. He must have had several beers, because he urinated for well over thirty seconds. The last time I had seen him take a piss, was all over my wife, as she posed for him in her bridal lingerie. I looked up at the window. Sara looked horrified and had her hand over her mouth. Svetlana was laughing openly, egging Adrian on to walk around the car, and finish up his piss on me.

Adrian zipped up, and walked backed towards the house with a dismissive "You missed a spot."

I didn't see him for the rest of the day, which was a blessing. After I cleaned his urine from his wheel and tire, I parked the car in the garage and left for the day. I had a fitful nights sleep, as Sara never came home. Also, I was sick with worry about getting butt fucked by Svetlana.

That strap-on was huge. She was going to do some permanent damage to my anus with that thing. I used one of Sara's anal cleanses before I got dressed for work. I had given her so many enemas in the past to prepare her for Adrian, so I knew exactly how it worked. I ended up doing it twice. I had a feeling that Svetlana might make me suck the strap-on clean, after she fucked my ass.

In the morning, as soon as I got to work, I reported to Svetlana for my daily inspection. She was very sweet to me today, greeting me pleasantly.

"Hi handsome."

My head was spinning as I stressed out about today's punishment. Svetlana gave me a Viagra and put on the latex gloves. She knelt before me, and for a torturous twenty minutes, touched, probed and caressed every square inch of my caged genitalia. The cage was really cutting into my cock as it tried its hardest to break out of there. Svetlana would giggle occasionally and say something sweet.

"I really enjoyed the fucking you gave me yesterday. Hopefully, I can return the favor this morning," she said with a chuckle. "You are a very sensual kisser. It's a shame that we won't be able to make out this time, as I will be behind you!"

I was scared and confused, and was happy to see Sara show up.

"Stop fucking with his head, Svetlana," Sara said. "Adrian wants you to bring him a cup of coffee in his study."

Svetlana left to make coffee and Sara said quietly to me, "Adrian is in the gym working out. He doesn't need coffee. I just needed to get rid of her for two minutes."

Sara asked me if had chosen my punishment, and I nodded yes. I could barely form the words.

I whispered, "I am going to let Svetlana fuck my ass with the strap-on."

Sara nodded her understanding, and told me that she knew I would choose that option. She handed me a small vial.

"This is amyl nitrate," she told me. "You may have heard it referred to as poppers. Sniff this just before she does it. It will ease the discomfort. It can't be taken with Viagra so I switched your pill this morning. Svetlana doesn't know."

I thanked her and she smiled at me.

"You know it is easier if you try and relax," she added.

I knew she was speaking from experience. Adrian fucked her ass regularly, and his cock was similar in size to the strap-on, that Svetlana planned to impale me with. I nodded, and repeated her instructions back to her.

"Sniff the contents of the vial and relax," I said with a nervous laugh.

Svetlana showed up a few moments later and Sara apologized for the miscommunication. Adrian wanted coffee after his workout. Svetlana dismissed me with a wave of the hand.

As I got to the door she said, "Hey handsome, let's get together later this morning and fuck."

I shuddered as I knew we were about to fuck, but in a role-reversal, she would be the one with the hard cock.
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My Best Friend Employs Me Pt. 12

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