Jobsite surprise

When all was done we stepped back into the sitting room. Angela was was just waking: "Oh...ah...Where've you been?" she asked lazily. "The bathroom," replied Tanya. "Oh...and did you?" asked Angela with a knowing smile. "Uhu...and he was perfect. Swallowed every drop. I like him." To my dismay, Angela got up from the sofa and, looking at me, announced that she needed the bathroom. The look in her eyes told me what I didn't want to know, that I was to accompany her and perform the same humble service. "What about the estimate?" I asked meekly, "Do you still want it?" "Oh yes!" she replied flatly as she proceeded to the bathroom with me in tow, "And you've got the job we want besides." That was it, then. I knew that if I was to get the valued work and earn a lot of money I'd have to submit myself to other tasks such as I did out there on the patio and, for the second time, was about to do right now. So I agreed, and as I knelt before Angela and prepared myself I wondered with some concern just how far those two very different females would go? But what came later was the most humiliating experience I've ever had. Tanya must have known I'd refuse.

They plied me with drinks that night, talking, joking and petting each other. I began to feel woozy. I hardly registered myself being tied to an iron bedstead, my arms pulled back. I then, through the haze of swirling images, saw the ebony-dark figure of Tanya kneeling between my legs. Weakly I allowed her to lift both my legs and urge them up bringing my knees up to my chest. I then realised in my alcoholic haze what she intended to do. I felt my senses go haywire and my inner-voice shouting with alarm. I looked down my torso to see that she was handling her prick and it was getting huge. She then reached out with her free hand to a table close by. I glanced towards it and to my increasing alarm, saw that she was taking out dollops of vaseline. She then began applying it to my exposed anus. I felt the coldness of that jelly substance. It was time to really voice my reluctance...tell her I'm not happy...that I didn't want to be buggered...especially with that frightening great prick.