"Wouldn't you love to be fucked like that?" Rose crooned into Gillian's ear, making the bound librarian gasp and jump. "Having a great big cock pumping into your pussy?"

Rose grinned and slid the whip under Gillian's nose, the terrible, hard leather looking shiny with use.

"Never mind," Rose whispered. "You will have it, lots of cocks, all shooting in your pussy. I know; I know how it's gonna be."

Gillian burst into more tears and fell forward over the tabletop. Ignoring her pleas, Rose gripped Gillian's blonde hair and pulled her back up, grinning at her horror.

"All for you; lots of cocks," she chuckled, and let Gillian go.

The terrified librarian fell across the table again; her legs still bound and spread wide, her ass burning from the whipping. Close by her, the cook was gasping as his cock gave out the last oozes of his cum. He gave a moan and pulled his still half-hard cock out of Alda's cunt.

"I'll get it hard for you," he gasped, and then started caressing his prick, gazing at Alda and then at Gillian as he did.

"Stupid fucker," Alda crooned, sliding to her knees in front of him. "I'll give you a minute. If you make it, you can have me any time you want this weekend. If you don't, tough; somebody else will."

She sank her soft lips over his cockhead, sucking gently on his cock; licking off his cum that still clung to his prick in thick gobs.

Gillian almost passed out when she saw that. The idea of taking a man's cock in her mouth almost made her throw up. She saw Alda's soft lips move down his cockshaft, taking it all in, caressing his flesh, her fingers on his balls, stroking them, squeezing gently.

"Mmmmm," Alda murmured, sliding the cook's prick into her mouth, her red lips a perfect circle around his cock. She eased her mouth back, her tongue flicking all over his fucker. "Not bad, big boy. You can do it."