<<// A big thank you to my fellow blogger (you know who you are) that got this story started, which you’ll notice from the writing being from her standpoint and then inspiring me to write the rest in the spirit of humilation and the eroticism of the “the fight” //>>
“Jesus Christ Craig, what the hell is this shit??!”
I’m standing behind my desk completely incensed. This is exactly what I needed. It’s 4pm on a Thursday and I supposed to be well on my way towards fucking my man tonight and of course you spring this on me at the very last moment. I’ve deliberately left my office door open so EVERYONE can hear the sounds of my displeasure. And of course the sound of your dressing down.
Your look is calm and I think I can even see a twinkle in your lovely green eyes. If this were any other moment, I’d be slightly mesmerized, but right now I’m too mad to care.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
I put my hands on my hips, waiting for your response. I see you calmly give me an up and down, and I immediately become uncomfortable. I switch my stance to a less aggressive one with my arms crossed in front of me. I’ve spent years getting to this position in the company and I’ve had to work twice as hard as any man to get here because of my looks. I think everyone assumed that because I’m blonde and blue eyed, and relatively attractive, that I’ve sucked so much cock to get here, that I probably have my own pair of knee pads in my desk drawer. And that’s probably why I work so hard to play down my looks. However, your stares remind me of how I’m dressed today. It’s a look of primal hunger, mixed in with a little annoyance due to the dressing down you’re getting, but hunger nonetheless.
I was supposed to be on a date with my boyfriend tonight, so to make things a little more efficient, my work outfit somewhat reflected that fact. It’s usually dull slacks and a loose fitting blouse. By all means, I wasn’t dressed like a whore today; just a little more feminine that usual.
I started the ensemble with a simple white button up blouse. Fitted tightly to my body, almost like a corset, with just enough buttons open to see the fringes of my white lace bra. My blonde hair was done up in the usual bun, but I wore a white pearl choker that my boyfriend had bought me on his last business trip. I’m not usually a big fan of skirts, but I knew my man really liked the easy access, so for him I wore a black pin-striped tight a-line skirt that really showed off the curve of my tight little ass. No big deal. I don’t go to the gym just for myself. The problem I had with the skirt was that it had large slits on the either side that went up higher than I would normally would wear; almost mid thigh.
The thing was, last time I wore it we fucked the following night for almost 3 hours! A girls’ got to play to her strengths. The other problem with the skirt was the fact that I was wearing black thigh high seamed silk stockings as well, and depending on the angle, the lace tops sometimes peaked through the top of the slit. I had definitely been walking around the office all day quite carefully, but it was all for the greater good. I remembered teasing my man this morning, slowly rolling them up my smooth legs, adjusting them with one leg in the air, then slowly rolling the next one up my leg. If I had let him, he would have fucked me right there, but there was more to come.
After the skirt was on, I made sure I bent at the waist to adjust the seams just right as I exited the bedroom, just to give him a little more to think about. I finished the ensemble with my patent leather Gucci ankle strap pumps. Still classy, but fuck me heels for sure, but that was the point. I had previously let my man empty his load, not on my back, but on my legs and heels last time we fucked. It took me a bit of time to get the dull stain off my pumps, but well worth the trouble. But of course, this douche bag in front of me now wasn’t the intended recipient of my good graces. It was my boyfriend.
Tired of your leering, I break your reverie, “Well?!”
Suddenly you slam your hands down on my desk, and I jump back in fright.
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“Audrey, I’m sick and tired of your shit. Now you’re going to shut the fuck up and I am going to make you feel the way you make everyone around here feel!”
I slam your door shut making you jump and open your eyes wide. “What are you talking about?” you say “What are you doing?” you continue as I walk around the desk and right up to you, backing you up against your desk.
You know everyone heard that door slam and you know most everyone knows that it was me in your office. You are hoping they all think that you slammed the door to yell at me because you can’t have everyone knowing that I stood up to you.
I grab your shoulders and firmly turn you around, grabbing the back of your neck and forcing you to bend over at the waist, pushing your head down to the desk and as you turn your head, you face presses hard against the cherry wood desk. “What the fuck Craig! This is assault asshole!” You say as quietly as you can through the trembling fear of your voice.
“Who the fuck is going to believe that YOU, all mighty powerful BITCH of the office was assaulted by an employee?” I ask through gritted teeth. Your breathing eratic as you wobble a bit in your high heels and your tightly done bun in your hair looses. I have one hand on the back of your head and one on your back.
“Well shit Craig, what are you going to do? Beat me up???” as you start to well up thinking that could actually happen as if I had snapped completely. I grab at your bun and rip at it, forcing your hair to come untangled and not saying a word at your stupid questions.
“C’mon Craig, talk to me…” you start again and I yell “SHUT UP BITCH!” and grab your now loose hair with my fingers and pull your head up hard. Your breath completely taken away.
“You think this is assault, huh? Assault is how you deal with people whore. You’re going to be taught a fucking lesson here and now.” Keeping one hand tightly wound in your hair, now pushing your face back to the desk as groans and whimpers escape you uncontrollably. With my other hand I let off your back and start pushing your skirt up over your ass.
“WHAT? You’re gonna fuck me? That’s what you want fucker?” you yell at me. Which leads me to lean down on you from behind, putting my forearm the back of your neck, cutting off your air slightly and leaning right against your ear. Whispering in a deep, mean tone, “I’m gonna fucking do whatever the fuck I want to you to teach you to be respectful you no good dirty cunt whore!”
My cock already rock hard, you can feel it pushing on your ass through my slacks as your ass is exposed showing your white thong and thigh high black stockings. I let off your neck as you gasp and choke and give your face a small, but firm smack with my open hand.
You’re breathing so hard now you are almost sick to your stomach and your sweat is starting to get on the desk…scared, pissed off, humiliated, its’ all rushing through you and you’re almost paralyzed, not knowing what is going to happen next.
I pull you up and make you stand up straight, reaching around you and ripping your white, fit blouse open, making you jump and gasp…”my blouse!” you yell out which forces another SMACK, this time right down on your right tit. “SHUT UP!” I command. I pull your bra down roughly so it’s just under your tits but still on and turn you around by grabbing your rock hard nipples.
You let out a yelp and look at me with a combination of fear and a crazy amount of desire that is shooting through your body. You already look like you’ve been handled but this is just the beginning. I force you down onto the desk, on your back, pushing off everything and anything in the way. You can’t deal with my strength even as you try but you’re getting tired of trying and getting turned on more and more.
I reach over and rip the phone out of the wall and grab the telephone cord, pulling your arms above your head and tying them together with the telephone cord and then down to the legs of the desk…nice and tight. I consider tying your legs, but decide I’ll let them wiggle and squirm since you can’t flip or pull or move because the wire is digging into your wrists.
I walk to the end of the desk where your head is and kick shit out of the way as I do making your office even more of a wreck than it is. As I stand behind you and pull you back so your head tilts back off the edge of the desk and drop my pants I say, “now whore, you’ve used that fucking hole of yours for so much crap, talking so much shit over the years, it’s about time it got used for the ONLY fucking thing it’s good for.”
I step up and grab your hair with one hand and move my rock hard, massive cock toward your face and grab my cock with the other hand. Your upside down view is a turn-on, not that you’d admit it in a million years. I slap your face with my cock, first one side, then the other. Your erratic breathing is getting faster as you close your eyes and try and keep your lips together.
“What? You’re gonna try and fight it? Still?” I say. I reach down and grab your nose forcing you open your mouth and gasp for air, which is when I shove my thick cock into your mouth. For a moment, you’re not breathing because you can’t open wider around my thickness and I still have your nose plugged. You start to groan and gag as I let go of your nose and force my cock deep into your mouth, finding the back of your throat as you try desperately to catch your breath through your nose.
“You wanna fight, huh? You want this to be fucking hard? Then it will be! It’ll be as trashy as you.” I tell you as I fuck that throat, making you gag as I see how much you can take. The blood is rushing to your head and I can look down and see my cock in your throat as well as your body squirming on the desk…your tits overlapping your bra, your skirt shoved up above your waist and your high heels kicking and writhing as your legs can’t stay still.
I reach up and take each one of your nipples in my fingers and pinch them HARD! You scream with my cock in you. “Thought you were a tough bitch?” I say as I reach in your desk draw and get the largest sized paper clamps. I rub them on your nipples and you try and shake your head no, trying to get my cock out of your mouth, only making me shove it harder, making you gag. One…then two…clamps on your nipples, making you scream a muffled scream and tears begin to stream down your face.
“God damn, I’m starting to see some fucking weakness here!” I say. “Well, time to turn you around!” I pull my cock out and untie the phone cords from the desk, but keep them on your wrists. As I do you spring up off the desk and try to hit me, swinging your arms, but I grab your arms and hold you as you try and get out of my grip, forcing me to pin you face down on the desk again.
“Still fighting? Stubborn bitch!” I grab those telephone wires like reigns and take them tight, keep you flat on the desk, but this time from the far end where your head was hanging over. Arms outstretched, on your chest and stomach, bent at the waist at the edge of the desk and your heels barely on the floor. The paper clips are pushed against the desk as you lay face down, still causing immense pain on your nipples.
After tying you off, I walk behind you and you try and kick me causing me to smack your ass hard and making you whimper. You’ve seem to have caught a second wind, threatening me with lawsuits, jail, firing me, everything. My tie comes off and I reach up from behind you and gag you, tying it around your head tight. “I’ve heard enough of you!” I insist.
I rip off your thong and violently ram my cock into your dirty cunt from behind making you groan into my tie and bite down. I start fucking you hard, driving all of my massive hard cock into your pussy from behind, your thighs and pubic bone hitting the desk as I pound into you thrust after thrust. “Why are you so fucking wet Audrey, huh? You’re loving this, aren’t you?” As I pound you faster.
I stop, buried in you…spreading your ass cheeks and inspecting your ass. “Hmmm…do you take in the ass Audrey?” I ask. You mumble something through the gag with shaking of your head that came across as “No fucking way asshole!” or something like that. “Now you do!” I say. “But before I tear apart your tight ass, I think we need some help, don’t you?”
I get my cell phone out and make a call and you wonder what the fuck I am up to. Your make-up is running from the tears, the pain and your hair is ratty and you truly are being humiliated by a co-worker…and you fucking love it. You hear, “Amy, come in here…remember what I always talked about? It’s time. Yeah, for real!” Amy is your assistant who you knew I was fucking. You didn’t know that I’ve fucked her in your office, on your desk, in your chair and on your meeting table. You also didn’t know I had talked to her about doing this to you and how she would help. Amy is 5’3”, short brown hair, small tits but great figure, only 22 and a crazy nymph.
She opens the door slowly and squeezes in by barely opening the door. And closes it behind her. Her eyes and mouth WIDE OPEN. You look up at her and she looks at you, looking away fast as if she’ll be in trouble if you knew she were there. She walks past you toward me, “Holy fuck Craig! What are you doing? I thought it was just a fantasy!” she says with great concern.
“C’mon Amy, we’re just having some fun! We ARE living out a fantasy, right Audrey?” I say as I give you a smack on the ass. You buck one of your legs up and try to kick me as I reach up and grab your hair and pull your head back. “Not learning…” I say through gritted teeth again.
In a commanding voice…”Okay, c’mon, open the drawer and get it out” I tell Amy and she does, knowing if she doesn’t go along she’d be cut off not only from me and my cock but the sugar-daddy position she’s been in for months.
She pulls out of your drawer your beautiful $100 pen that has a fat round back-end. Amy looks at me and you’re wondering what the hell is going on. My cock still buried inside of you as you feel your something cold right against your asshole. You scream through the gag making Amy pull back. “DO IT Amy!” I say as she starts to push the round back-end of the pen into your ass, fucking you with it as I start to fuck you again with my cock.
“Don’t you love it Amy? Look at her? She’s treated you like shit more than anyone. Fuck her ass with her pen!” Amy starts to get into it, getting so hot by watching me fuck our boss and fucking her ass with a pen. “Don’t you just want to pull her hair and smack her with this?” as I hold up a ruler.
Amy says softly, “Kinda do, yeah.”
I hand Amy the ruler and she thinks twice about it before throwing all caution to the wind. She walks next to the desk and grabs your hair hard and you hear sweet, timid Amy become a different woman.
“Okay you fuck whore, want to know what it’s like to be fucking humiliated?” as she starts to cry. You can tell this is cathartic for Amy and she pulls your hair as she SMACKS your ass with the ruler. And then SMACKS your ass again. And then SMACKS the back of your shoulder. She IS assaulting you as I begin to pound your pussy harder and hold that pen in your ass.
“This feels GOOD!” Amy says with a throaty voice. Amy proceeds to pull her own slacks and panties off and stand at the edge of the desk where your face is and she shoves her ass against your face, forcing your nose against her asshole. “Here bitch, taste MY ass now, since I’ve been tasting yours forever!” she says with a new sense of domination.
You are spent, and as much as you want to fight, you can’t. I pull the pen out and throw it against the wall. Sliding my cock out of your pussy, soaked from you, I press my cock against your tight asshole.
Your whimpering and crying continues right in Amy’s ass. Amy pulls away and takes a seat on a chair in front of you as she tells me to fuck that ass. She starts masturbating feverishly in front of you, which you love, but as I start to push, prying open your ass, your fight reflex kicks in and you start to buck and squirm trying to get away, kicking your foot back, making my cock pop out.
I reach up and grab your hair again shoving you down flat on the desk, pressing my weight against your ass. “C’mon bitch, this could be good and it just might be over soon if you’re lucky!” I tell you. “Now take it like a good little brownnoser…” as I start to force in my cock. You can’t escape the pressure and weight of me on you. Your tears start again as I push hard enough so the ridge of my cock head breaks the seal of your ass. “Never been ass fucked, huh Audrey? I can tell.” I say as I push a little deeper. “It only hurts for a few days.” I say right before I push it HARD!!!!
YOU SCREAM through the gag and Amy’s rubbing her clit wildly, watching me rip open your ass. I start to fuck it harder, you are losing your voice by screaming through the gag. I’ve still got your hair in my hand, but now I’m standing straight as ram your tight asshole. Amy urges me on, “fuck her hole Craig! Wreck it!!!” I am pounding your tight ass as it all gets the best of you. Your wrists swollen from the telephone cord, the humiliation of being taken advantage of by the guy that works for you and your assistant watching.
Amy stands up as she begins to cum and shoves her cunt onto your face as she rubs her clit fast, cumming all over your face. I grunt loud through gritted teeth as I feel my cock jerking , pounding your tight asshole as I lose it, pumping loads of hot thick cum up into your ass. Holding it there deep, making you feel it deep inside of you.
You lay almost lifeless but breathing hard, sweating, cum filled, cum drenched…make up running down your face from the sweat and tears. I pull my cock out fast, wipe it off and get dressed as does Amy. I untie your wrists but you can’t move.
Amy and I walk out, “See ya tomorrow boss! Have a good night” slamming the door behind us.
