The Testing of Payton Bell

Boss sends me out for fresh meat. Payton Bell looks hot on paper, but her ass has never felt a real cock. Mark Davis and I step in to fix that. We start with rope. Her wrists go high, ankles spread, face mashed into the floor. A thick cane snaps across both tits, welts blooming fast. Her scream shoots straight to my cock. Next her mouth is stuffed, throat stretched open, spit dripping while she chokes and drools around the shaft. When we finally turn her over, her virgin hole clenches tight. It doesn’t stay that way long. Mark works in first, inch by inch, until her ass takes the whole length. She whines and bucks, but the ropes hold her steady. I whip her ass cheeks while he pounds her, the cane biting each time she tries to pull away. Her cunt gets used too, switched between us until she’s sloppy wet and shaking. When she comes, her ass clenches around the cock inside her, milking it hard. Mark fills her up and pulls out; thick cum spills down her crack, but we’re not finished. She’s ordered to the floor, tongue out, licking every drop that hits the concrete. She swallows what she can, then laps at the rest like a trained pet. Bell’s breathing hard, red-faced, but still breathing. The boss should be satisfied.