Loading...Mark sat in his cubicle, hard at work. The monthly report on the department’s finances, the production of which he had involvement in, was to be completed by Monday. Becky and Stan had already told him they were almost done with their part.
No way am I going to mess us up.
“Attention everyone,” came a stern voice from the front of the office.
Heads popped out from cubicles like prairie dogs to regard their boss. Katherine Haller was tall, stern, and always business-like; despite her aloofness, Mark found her quite attractive. If she were not his boss, he might think to ask her out, despite the age difference. He figured she was in her mid-forties, but of course would never ask. Josh and Garrett always joked that she had not been laid since the nineties, but Mark did not think she was so icy.
“I know you are all working hard,” she continued. “You’re all doing a great job, but there’s more that we need to accomplish. So to that end, I’m going to make tomorrow a mandatory work day, from ten to three. That way we can get more work done, but it won’t be a full day. Again, thank you for working hard, and I apologize if this ruins any plans.”
She turned and strode back into her office. A second after she closed the door behind her, a chorus of groans sounded out from the cubicles.
“That fucking sucks,” said Ryan, Mark’s cubicle neighbor, from across their partition. “I had Dodgers tickets for tomorrow afternoon.”
“We both know they’ll lose,” taunted Garrett from next to them, leaning on the partition.
“Eat shit,” Ryan shot back, sitting back down.
Mark went back to his work. He could hear grumbling around him, but ignored it. It did annoy him somewhat; tomorrow he had plans to visit his grandmother, but he could push it to later in the day.
She at least said from ten to three, so we can come in later and leave earlier.
The rest of the morning flew by. Before long, Mark headed into the break room for lunch. Garrett, Ryan, and Josh were sitting together, murmuring about something. He headed over and pulled up a chair; Garrett shot him a queer look.
“What’s up?” Mark asked.
Garrett glanced towards the door. The four of them were the only ones currently in the breakroom.
“We’re talking about Katherine,” Josh said.
“What about?”
“What do you think?” Garrett spat. “Tomorrow’s the second Saturday this month she’s made us come in to work.”
Mark shrugged.
“She just needs us to work hard. It’s not like we’re not getting paid for it.”
Garrett rolled his eyes.
“Anyway,” Josh cut in, “we have a solution.”
“To working tomorrow?” Mark asked, confused.
Josh nodded.
“Yes, and to her being a massive bitch.”
Mark squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable with the insult.
But he was curious.
“What’s the solution?”
“I’ve known plenty of bitches like her,” Garrett said, keeping an eye on the door. “They’re tight-assed, but once you give them a good fuck, they loosen right up.”
Mark frowned.
“You think she’ll have sex with you?”
Garrett rolled his eyes again.
“She won’t want to, at first. But between the three of us, four if you want to join, we can show her what she’s missing. And then she’ll lighten up. Be less of a bitch.”
Mark looked over to Ryan and Josh to see them nodding in agreement. Their support of such an idea surprised him; they frequently made fun of Katherine’s perceived iciness, but he had never pegged them for something like this.
“That’s rape,” he said numbly.
Ryan chuckled, and Garrett shrugged.
“Maybe at first. But I’d put money on her quickly loving it. And I’d also put money on her wanting more.”
“I don’t know guys, it sounds so wrong.”
“I could’ve told you good old Mark would say that,” Garrett muttered to Josh. “He’s a boy scout, this one.”
“I’m not a boy scout.”
“Oh really? What were your plans for tomorrow? Ryan was going to watch the Dodgers lose, Josh was going to work on his car, and I was planning to sleep in. What were your plans?”
Mark looked Garrett dead in the eyes.
“I was planning on visiting my grandma.”
Josh and Ryan chuckled.
Garrett threw up his hands, as if he had won some debate.
“See? Boy Scout, through and through.”
“I don’t have to be a boy scout to know what you want to do to Katherine is wrong.”
One of their fellow employees walked in and sat down at a nearby table.
“Fine, man, we won’t do it,” Josh said quickly and quietly. “We were just spitballing.”
Mark nodded, satisfied.
They’re not that bad. They just talk big, that’s all.
The clock was well past five, but Katherine was still hard at work.
Just a bit left, and then I can go home.
A knock came at her door.
“Come in,” she said absentmindedly, still engrossed in what was on her computer screen.
It took her a few seconds to look up from her work.
Three of her employees, Garrett Thompson, Josh Corley, and Ryan Ardinger, were standing in front of her. They had closed the door behind them; Ryan was busy closing the blinds.
“Can I help you?” she asked, standing.
“You can, actually,” Garrett said, walking over, stopping in front of her.
Cheap cologne hit her nostrils, and she saw a smile creep across his face. He was always quiet and surly, so this unnerving grin was strange to see.
“And we can help you, too,” he continued.
“What do you mean?”
His smile grew wider.
“We’ve figured out why you’re such a bitch.”
“Excuse me?” she said.
It was far from the first time she had been called that, and she was immediately ready with a tirade about double standards regarding success and the genders.
But what Garrett said next stopped her cold.
“You need to be fucked.”
She stepped back, shocked at the casual way he said it, like a doctor diagnosing a patient.
“Not by you,” she managed to sputter.
He chuckled softly.
Her eyes flickered to the other two.
“You can’t think this is a good idea?” she asked them.
“We do,” they replied in unison.
“You need to loosen up,” Ryan said, shrugging. “And we can help you.”
“I don’t need to do anything,” she said, moving closer to her desk. Her purse, with her pepper spray, was underneath.
“You don’t know it yet,” Garrett said. “But you’ll thank us when we’re done.”
She glanced at Josh.
“You agree with them? You think raping me will help me?”
“It won’t be rape unless you fight us,” he pointed out.
“You expect me to spread my legs and let you three go to town?”
Josh shrugged.
“If you don’t, we’ll take what we want. And you’ll love it.”
“What makes you think that?” she asked, inching closer to her desk.
“I’ve known plenty of women like you,” Garrett said, “and they all loosened up after a good fuck.”
“I’m not those women,” she protested.
It was plain to see that she would not be able to sway them so easily. They had anger in their eyes, lust undercutting it.
Katherine dove for her purse, kicking out at an oncoming Garrett. Her heel caught his knee, which pushed him back briefly. The pepper spray was quickly in her hand, but Josh was slightly quicker, his hand closing around her wrist, yanking it back. She squealed in pain, dropping her only hope of holding them off. Garrett picked it up and tossed it into the corner of the office. Josh’s grip tightened, and he did not let go despite her hardest whacks against his shoulder. An ugly smile crossed his face, and he shoved her against the wall.
“The janitor will be coming by to clean up,” she warned, pressing back against the wall as the three men closed in on her.
Garrett shook his head.
“We slipped him a fifty, told him we wanted to pull a prank. He knows us, we’re cool with him.”
She was breathing heavily, strands of hair loose from her practical bun. The situation was out of control; Katherine was used to being in the driver’s seat, but here she was just a helpless passenger.
“You could get in big trouble for this.”
Garrett shook his head again.
“By the time we’ll be done with you, you won’t want us to. Trust me, you’ll want to keep us around.”
“How can you be so confident?” she asked, hoping to buy time.
Luckily, Garrett was willing to chat.
“I’ve done this before.”
“Raped somebody?”
“They didn’t call it that when we were done.”
“Who was it?”
“One was an ex-girlfriend of a buddy of mine. A stone-cold fox, but a frigid bitch. I convinced my buddy to let me help him. The two of us and a third friend fucked her brains out one night. She never said no to him after that. Another time, there was this cunt who lived in my old apartment building. Always rude and bitchy. I brought in a friend, and we fucked her all night long. By the morning, she was slobbering on my balls like a trained dog. There have been others too.”
“So you think because that happened it’ll be the same with me?”
He nodded.
“Like I said, I’ve done it before. You bitches talk big but it doesn’t take long to bring you down to earth.”
While he had been talking, she had been weighing her options. Ryan had slipped around her desk to block her in that direction. Garrett was directly in front of her, with Josh just behind him. There was an opening between them.
I have to be quick. Hopefully Josh is slow.
Katherine made her move, darting past Garrett, who was in the middle of another misogynistic monologue about women.
Her desperate action surprised them, so she managed to make it to the door. Frightened gasps flooded from her lips in droves; time seemed to stop as she frantically unlocked the door, and yanked it open.
Someone slammed into her from behind, closing the door again, forcing her against it.
“Stupid bitch,” Garrett snarled. “Keep fighting and you’ll face the consequences.”
“You’re already going to rape me,” she gasped back, “how much worse can it get?”
“Much worse,” he answered. His hand curled into her hair, and he pulled her back. She squealed as he forced her towards the couch, flinging her onto it. The second she hit the leather, Ryan and Josh descended to hold her arms down.
She looked up at Garrett, who was standing smugly over her.
His hand went to her crotch, where he quickly started working on her belt. She freaked out, shouting and writhing, trying to kick out at him. Josh lunged forward, pressing his hand over her mouth. Her muffled cries filled the office, her legs going wild as Garrett worked steadily. He opened her belt, but a hard kick caught his chest. His eyes blazed with rage, and he reached down to wind his hand into her hair again. A harsh yank made her squeal.
“Look at me, bitch,” he hissed. “Do I look like you want to get on my bad side?”
She mewled, sweating profusely from fright. Her legs kicked out again, but he intercepted one and held it fast. The other one wriggled in the air, trying to hit him somewhere, but that one was quickly snagged by Ryan, who was now doing double duty restraining an arm and a leg.
Garrett unzipped her trousers, the soft purr of the zipper heralding her oncoming rape. He yanked them down, Josh helping him raise her hips to slide them down around her hips. They bunched at her knees, but Garrett and Ryan quickly let go of her legs to tear the trousers off. Just as quickly, they held her legs down again.
Her panties were the last line of defense before her sex. It lasted seconds, as Garrett reached down and rudely tugged them off. The black scrap of fabric was tossed to the floor, and then Garrett leaned forward to her blouse. She writhed, trying to move away, but the three of them held her fast. He tore the fabric open, exposing her bra. That was torn off as well, her breasts bouncing slightly as they were liberated.
Garrett smiled and stood, admiring her body. Katherine was not a work-out freak, but she did her best to keep in shape. Her body had a bit more fat than she wanted, but she thought it fit her well, made her seem curvier.
“Not bad, boss,” Garrett commented.
“Please,” she gasped, “don’t do this.”
Ryan chuckled from next to her.
“Accept it,” he advised her.
She writhed against the leather of the couch, trying to summon the strength to escape. This was unthinkable, that her own employees would do this to her, but here they were, and here she was.
“Keep holding her arms down,” Garrett ordered the other two. “I’ll go first; once I’m done, the two of you can go.”
They nodded.
Garrett began to undress. If Katherine had been in a different situation, she might have called him attractive. He obviously worked out, and when he finally shed his boxers, what hung between his legs was indeed impressive.
He took his shaft in his hand and stroked lazily.
“Like what you see?”
“Please don’t do this,” she begged.
He clambered onto the edge of the couch and pushed her legs back towards her chest. Keeping an eye on her face, he slid two fingers into his mouth, getting them wet with saliva, and then sent them to her sex.
As she watched, horrified, they slid in between her lips. She bit back a gasp as she felt the digits curl quickly once inside her, brushing along her walls. He grinned at her, curling the fingers again, this time eliciting an actual gasp.
Garrett was surprisingly deft, moving his fingers around, testing her channel. To her horror, her body was responding, the adrenaline leading to arousal. Her horror mounted when Garrett noticed.
“The bitch is wet,” he commented.
Ryan and Josh chuckled.
Garrett slipped his fingers out. With a wide grin, he brought his cock to bear, aiming it at her slit.
“Please don’t do this…”
He hesitated.
For a split second Katherine hoped he might be having second thoughts.
But then he lunged forward, pushing his cock through her slit. She groaned, a few inches barreling into her channel. He did not pause, instead pushing more into her. The fullness was uncomfortable; the only thing that had been in her pussy over the past ten or so years, besides her fingers, was a slim vibrator. Garrett’s member was much fatter and longer.
He pushed again, coming closer, looming over her. Sweat was dotting his forehead, his teeth gritted.
“Fuck, she’s tight.”
“She won’t be when we’re done with her,” Ryan said.
Garrett nodded, distracted by the feeling of her channel clutching at his shaft.
Katherine groaned as he pushed deeper. Her lips flowered open for him, forced to accommodate what he was giving her. She squirmed still, but her body was at their mercy.
Garrett’s body was upon her now, inches away, the muscled flesh rippling as he thrust forward. She tossed her head back, pain radiating from deep in her belly. This was something she was not used to, so neither was her body.
“How do you like my dick?” he asked, sneering at her.
She turned her head, closing her eyes.
Seconds later, a hand snaked into her hair, and a sharp yank made her cry out, her eyes flying open.
Garrett’s intense eyes stared at her.
“Answer me,” he growled, “or I’ll let Ryan and Josh stick theirs in right now. We’ll ruin your pussy in seconds.”
Katherine whimpered in fear.
“Please no…”
“So then answer me. How do you like my dick?”
She shook her head, tears starting to stream down her cheeks.
“I don’t like it,” she sobbed softly.
“That’s a shame,” he said conversationally.
Her weak sobs filled the office; through the haze of tears, she heard Garrett start to talk again.
“But what if I do this?”
His hand drifted to her clit, and he pressed a finger against it. She squealed at the sharp thrill that shot through her as the pad of his finger rubbed along the sensitive nub. Her body rippled with sparks of pleasure. Said pleasure was still far off, and overshadowed by the pain, but it was nevertheless there.
Her eyes widened at the thought that there could be pleasure for her in this situation.
The leather squeaked as she wriggled, halfheartedly pushing against Ryan and Josh. Escape was unlikely, but she knew she should still try.
Garrett thrust, sinking his entire length inside her. She squealed as her pussy was forced to take every last inch of his formidable shaft. It was unfamiliar territory, having something so deep inside her. He was tickling places she had never reached with her fingers or vibrator. It made her quiver, made her gasp when he pulled back and thrust again.
It quickly became a rhythm, Garrett pumping steadily into her depths. His finger lazily pressed at her clit from time to time, catching her off-guard each time. It put her on edge, horrified and embarrassed at each spike of pleasure being forced into her body by this disgusting rapist.
A strange sound hit her ears as Garrett sped up. She glanced down, and saw trickles of clear fluid leaking from her slit. Her eyes widened, a sad and fearful whimper escaping her lips as she realized the sound was her wetness, the squishing of her flooded folds as Garrett fucked her. He laughed in response, giving her a few harder thrusts, making her body bounce.
His finger trailed along her clit again, and then he changed tack, pinching it between two fingers. She squealed, arching her back, so many sensations being forced into her from his careless handling. Garrett rolled the sensitive button between two fingers, grinning at her as he did so. Katherine was helpless, unable to do anything as the pleasure mounted. The uncomfortable feeling of his thick shaft in her depths was slowly but surely transforming into something akin to pleasure. Her pussy clutched at the thick meat as it screwed through her, seizing when it hilted, hitting a particularly deep spot.
It scared her, all of that pleasure. She did not want it, instead doing her best to sink within herself, forcing her mind to drift to other matters. The various duties she had at work and elsewhere occupied her mind briefly, but the arcing ecstasy seeped through the barriers she had hastily erected. The ideas about work fell away as more sensations buffeted her body. She squealed when she felt a wet warmth settle on her flesh; a downward glance showed that Ryan had leaned over to suck at her breast. Her hard nipple was caught between his teeth, the harsh treatment making her body burn hotter. A moan came unbidden from her mouth; it made the men chuckle, which in turn made her cheeks blush with shame.
“Sounds like she likes it now,” Garrett grunted, sweat rolling down his muscled chest.
“Yeah, she can’t help it,” Josh agreed.
“No…” she moaned, shaking her head quickly, wanting to defy them. But her reaction when Garrett gave her a series of quick, deep thrusts showed that her body was incapable of defiance. All she could do was moan again as her cunt clutched fiercely at his shaft. The added pressure at her clit picked up again, Garrett taking a depraved pleasure in watching the agony play over her face.
Her head fell back on the couch, her hair fanning out over the leather. She thought back to earlier in the day: it had seemed like any other Friday, but here she was, at the end of the work day, being raped in her own office by her own employees. Her mind was brought back to the present when Josh latched his mouth on her other breast. The three men used her body, wringing pleasure from it, giving her some at the same time. Garrett fucked harder, laughing at the sight of his peers suckling at her breasts. The wet sound of her pussy taking his cock rang in her ears; tears came again as she lay there, unable to command herself to ignore the sensations. She had neglected her body for so long, that it was too desperate to not accept this offering.
Another moan sprung from her mouth. Her face burned hotter, but so did her body. The shame and arousal were neck-and-neck, mind and flesh battling for supremacy. She had two options: refuse to give in to the lust, or succumb entirely to it. There would be no middle ground; they would not stop fucking her until they sated their twisted desires, until they broke her mind and shaped it to their carnal will.
More pressure descended on her clit. Combined with Josh and Ryan sucking hungrily at her breasts, and Garrett fucking steadily into her channel, it was pushing her higher and higher along the path of pleasure. She could feel the reservations slipping away as her body quivered. Her pussy was dripping now, staining hers and Garrett’s skin in juices, slicking the couch as well.
“You’re close,” Garrett commented. “I can tell.”
“No,” she whimpered, less as a statement of fact and more as a plea for her body to resist the pleasure.
He chuckled darkly.
“Just give in. It’ll be easier.”
She shook her head again, but her climax was close. With the three of them doing their best to please her, it was only a matter of time before her body gave in.
But she would put up some fight before that time arrived.
“Please stop, this is wrong…”
Garrett just grunted. The two others continued to suckle, occasionally breaking off her nipple to lap across her breast.
“Please, you need to stop…”
“Please, stop, please…”
“Please!”
She squirmed on the couch, sweat dripping down her skin. Her pleasure was burning like wildfire, sparks of ecstasy rippling through her body from head to toe. She was so close to the edge; her mouth opened, weak whimpers spilling out. The sounds turned back into pleas as she marshalled her last reserves of strength.
“Please,” she begged, “please stop. Please…”
“Too late for that,” Garrett snarled, pumping away, “we’re in it now.”
She shook her head desperately.
“If you stop, I’ll forget this ever happened. Please…”
He shook his head and pressed hard at her clit. Her eyes widened as her orgasm rushed towards her like a train off the tracks. Garrett began to rub at the sensitive nub, fucking harder into her channel, gritting his teeth.
Katherine cried out, half in pleasure, half in shame, as her orgasm hit her. Her pussy bathed the invading prick in juices, her body sagging deeper into the couch as it took that pleasure, as it gave in to the three men and their whims. She whimpered, trembling helplessly; none of the men let up, not allowing her to recover, keeping her submerged in the torturous ecstasy.
Garrett fucked her still, his stamina impressive. Her pussy clutched at his length, by now used to it, by now wanting it all the more.
She gasped as his finger again went to her clit. The aftershocks of orgasm quickly transitioned into a second, her pathetic cries filling the office at the undesired pleasure.
Garrett just laughed as he fucked her even harder. Katherine screamed as the pace became unbearable, the roughness something she was not used to. Her body was assaulted by the sensations, shaking like a rag doll as he hammered savagely. It hurt, but the pleasure was undeniable. Her second orgasm spiked higher, transitioning with no comedown into a third, the third bleeding into a fourth.
By then, it was a painful fact that her body had betrayed her, and that her mind was next. Every orgasm battered at the ramparts, layers crumbling away. She whimpered as another orgasm tore through her body, making her grind back at Garrett’s thrusts, unable to stop such an instinctive act.
“No,” she groaned, feeling her mind begin to break. There would be no coming back once she crossed that threshold.
“Yes,” Garrett grunted, “yes. Just accept it.”
Katherine shook her head, but her body was pushing at Garrett, wanting more.
“Just accept it!” he snarled, owning her pussy, dominating it, pounding it into submission.
Another orgasm came upon her. The ecstasy burned white-hot, her body jerking and writhing. Wordless gasps spilled out as her cunt gushed onto his surging prick.
She gave in.
Her mind snapped under the weight of the sublime pleasure.
Garrett noticed the change, her body relaxing, the fight leaving her.
“There you go,” he grunted. “Good job, boss.”
She moaned, squirming underneath him. He gestured at Ryan and Josh, and they moved from her breasts.
His hands moved to her hips; her legs wrapped around his strong waist with a mind of their own. She blushed at the instinctive act, but was too far gone to truly care.
Katherine squealed as he lifted her into the air. He moved to her desk; all she did was press herself into him to hold on for the ride.
A clattering sound hit her ears. She peeked back over her shoulder to see the items that had once adorned her desk now lying on the floor. Her laptop, important documents, a ‘World’s Best Aunt’ mug, several pens, and a picture of her two nephews lay scattered. Neither she nor Garrett cared too much.
He laid her down on the desk. During their brief journey, his cock had not left her sodden confines.
Katherine moaned as he started to fuck her again. The cool wood of the desk soothed her overheated body, but Garrett was far from done stoking the flames. Lust flashed in his eyes as he leaned over and fixed his mouth on hers. The act surprised her; there was much more passion than affection, but she still kissed back, feeling his tongue quickly slip into her mouth, exploring that new territory. A hand snuck up between them, and he squeezed at her breast, carelessly caressing the soft skin.
The kiss was quickly broken. She could plainly see the amusement coloring the lust in his eyes, but she did not care. It felt so good to have him fucking her like this.
Across the office, she heard rustling. When she glanced past Garrett, she saw Ryan and Josh taking off their clothes. She moaned at the sight, at the implication of more fucking to follow once Garrett was done.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Garrett snarled, and her eyes flickered back to him.
She groaned, wriggling on the desk, trembling with the thought of him so casually finishing inside her. Protection or pulling out would have been better, but she was not about to stop him.
I can always go buy the pill.
His thrusts became erratic, his length slamming harshly into her slit. He grunted and growled as he used her body.
Another orgasm swarmed her senses. Partway through the climax, she felt him pause inside her clutching pussy. He let out a long groan, his thick length twitching.
The first warm spurt flooded through her cunt, making her cum harder, making her whimper and whine. She had never felt that before, had never let a man finish inside her before. But it felt good, felt delicious, felt illicit to have those hot blasts of semen fill her. He ground himself against her, sending those blasts as deep as they could go. She could feel his member pulse with each jet. More arced out to clog her pussy, rendering it overwhelmed by his potent spunk. After several more bursts, he began to pull out, the last few shots of semen finishing the onslaught. She slumped back on the desk as he left her channel, stepping back to slump onto the couch.
“Who’s next?” he called.
“I am,” Josh said, already moving towards the desk, erect prick in hand.
Katherine spread her legs.
Instead of taking her like Garrett had, Josh grabbed her by the hips and turned her over. His hand went to the middle of her back, and he shoved her down, bending her over her own desk.
She quickly felt him nudge at her slit. Trickles of Garrett’s load were leaking out in between her swollen lips. With Josh’s first thrust, more leaked out.
He groaned as he sunk into her depths. She groaned in response, pushing back.
Josh was not quite as deft as Garrett, but he was enthusiastic. His rough thrusts felt just as good, his hard meat filling her just as wonderfully. He clutched tightly to her hips, dimpling the abundant flesh. She rested her head on the desk, her fingernails scratching at the lacquered wood of the desk. As he fucked, the remaining objects on her desk were jittered and shuddered, a few reaching and falling from the edge.
His hand moved from her hip. Katherine was distracted by his hardness, so she did not realize it until he snaked a hand into her hair, winding it around his fist. He yanked her back by this grip, Katherine crying out. The roughness made her whimper, the way he was treating her so disrespectful and yet so arousing. His other hand moved to smack at her undulating ass. She groaned in reply, and he did it again.
Garrett chuckled from the couch.
“She likes it.”
“Yeah, she does,” Josh grunted, slapping her ass again.
Katherine pushed back at the thrusts, licking her lips as his thickness went deeper, hitting those same spots that Garrett had recently found. Her breasts bounced, body juddering at the rough sex.
“Fuck, this has me ready to go,” she heard Ryan grunt.
She peeked over to see him stroking his shaft.
“So go use her mouth,” Garrett said.
His comment made her groan at the casual way in which he offered her services.
“I want her pussy,” Ryan said.
“We have time with her,” Garrett countered. “You can use her mouth now, and use her pussy later.”
Ryan nodded.
“Good point.”
He strode forward eagerly. Josh grabbed her again by the hair, yanking her up. She squealed as he forced her around to face Ryan. Josh took a tight hold of her arms, letting go of her hair. Katherine fell forward, held back by her arms, her mouth right in line with Ryan’s prick. He took full advantage, sliding it through her lips, over her tongue, straight down into her throat. Sucking cock was something Katherine had done sparingly, but she had no say here. He filled her mouth, taking what he wanted with no thought to what she wanted.
The two men started fucking her, pumping into her from both ends. One length pumped roughly in her channel, while the other thrust incessantly in her throat. Her womanly juices slicked the first, while saliva dappled the second. She was being taken like a slut, as if she was just there for them and their pleasure; that idea was intoxicating. Shivers of ecstasy broke out over her body as another orgasm approached. Her soft moans were muffled by Ryan’s hard thrusts, his balls now slapping against her chin.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Ryan gasped.
“Nothing like a spit-roast,” Garrett said from the couch.
Katherine gurgled on Ryan’s prick, pushing back on Josh’s insistent thrusts.
“I won’t hold out for long,” Josh grunted.
His thrusts sped up, his hands holding tightly at her wrists as he pounded into her cunt. Her breasts swung underneath her, the nipples hard and aching for attention.
Her orgasm overwhelmed her. As she came, the two men continued to ravage her. She bounced in between them, one’s thrusts pushing her onto the other’s, caught in the middle of their ravenous lust.
With her body in their grasp, their pleasure came upon them quickly.
Ryan came first, shoving all the way in, his balls twitching on her chin. As he let loose, spurts of sticky semen shooting down her throat, making her gag and whine, Josh came as well, dumping a second load into her dripping cunt. Katherine came along with them, moaning loudly as they filled her from both ends. Her womb was again bathed in seed, and this time her throat was painted white with spunk. She gurgled helplessly at the double helping, her body made to receive blasts of hot cum, their ecstatic grunts the aural backdrop to her continued defilement.
The two men finished, breathing hard, and pulled out together. When both of them left her, she fell onto her knees, gasping, thick strands of cum dripping from both sets of lips.
She spent a few moments recovering, the aftershock leaving her shivering. When she glanced over to the couch, she saw Garrett staring at her, stroking himself languidly.
“Come here, slut,” he ordered.
Had it been earlier in the evening, she would have refused with a withering glance and biting reply.
But the three of them had already broken her resolve, leaving her willing and eager to obey.
So she crawled over to him.
He watched her approach, grinning, relaxing on the couch with his hands steepled behind his head, a picture of casual confidence.
“Suck my cock,” he commanded.
She leaned forward with no thought of defiance; all she could do was obey, dragging her tongue, thick with the flavor of cum, up his shaft.
As she knelt before Garrett, Ryan knelt behind her, squeezing her ass, kneading the ample flesh. She purred, pushing back into his strong hands. One of his fingers curled into her cum-clogged pussy, making her groan onto Garrett’s cock. The finger slid a bit deeper, the globs of cum sticking to his skin, and then pulled back. His other hand moved up to her hair, and he pulled back, Katherine gasping, his cum-slicked finger coming into view. He pressed the finger to her lips, and she opened her mouth eagerly, sucking on the finger as it slid inside.
“You like the taste of our cum?” Ryan asked.
She nodded, moaning as she swished the musky cream on her tongue.
Ryan went back for more, feeding her some of the load that occupied her pussy. She moaned shamelessly as the taste coated her tongue, shuddering as she swallowed, letting the sticky semen slide down her throat.
Her gasping breathes gave Garrett an opening to slide inside her mouth. He took a tight hold of her head, using that leverage to push her down onto his length. She gagged loudly, feeling that thickness push into her throat, her mouth stretching open around it. Garrett grunted, jerking his hips to thrust deeper. A second thrust quickly followed, packing more of his hard flesh into her mouth, making him grunt as her warm wetness enveloped him. Saliva began to run from her lips as he pumped in and out of her. Her tongue slathered frantically all over his surging prick.
Garrett yanked himself out. His grip on her was assertive, and he used it to tilt her head back. His cock loomed over her face, and then it came down with a hard slap across her cheek. She yelped, a line of pre-cum splashing onto her skin. Garrett did it again, Katherine moaning this time, turned on by the disrespectful treatment. Another slap made her shudder.
“She likes it rough,” Ryan commented.
“Yeah, I knew she would,” Garrett chuckled darkly.
His cock made its way back into her mouth. She sucked eagerly, still on her knees before him. Ryan was still behind her, his hands traversing her body, running up to her breasts, teasing her achingly hard nipples. Katherine whimpered, pushing back at him, her mouth too full for her to say anything. All she did was suck, tasting his hard flesh, staying still as he fucked her mouth. His strong hands kept her at the right angle to plunge deep into her throat.
“I’m going to take her pussy now,” Ryan announced.
Garrett nodded, yanking himself from her mouth. Again came a few more demeaning cock-slaps. Katherine loved it, groaning as he abused her face. Garrett let go of her hair, but Ryan’s firm hand replaced him, yanking her to her feet. Katherine whimpered as he pulled her roughly towards the center of the office.
He laid down on the rug, his prick pointing straight up. There were no instructions needed; she simply straddled him, his rock-hard manhood sliding along her folds. His hands clasped at her hips, dimpling the skin, using it to pull her down. He grunted, shoving upwards as he yanked her down, impaling her cunt. An ecstatic cry spilled from her as her channel was again packed full of meat. As shivers broke out over her body from the sensation, she threw her hands forward onto his chest to steady herself.
“Ride me, bitch,” he growled.
She immediately obeyed, rolling her hips onto his cock again and again, moaning shamelessly as she did so. His hand slid up to her breasts, and he contented himself with caressing that soft flesh as she fucked herself on his prick.
Control had always been important to her, even during sex. So being on top had been a favorite position. But these three men were showing her how good it could be to give up that control. Here she was, still on top, but submissive to their desires, riding him because she had been commanded to.
Ryan’s upwards thrust were quickly in sync with the movement of her hips. They worked together to ensure her cunt was put to the test, crammed with every inch of meat on the downward stroke, clutching desperately on the upward stroke. His hand grabbed at a bouncing breast, squeezing a sensitive nipple between two fingers, torturing the flesh. She whimpered, riding harder, feeling her pussy squelch and drip all over him. Her eyes darted over to Garrett, leisurely stroking himself on the couch, and Josh, sitting in her desk chair, doing the same.
They quickly noticed her gaze on them.
“I think she wants our cocks,” Josh said, standing, starting to move around the desk.
“I think so too,” Garrett agreed, also coming over to her.
Since she was upright, they were able to present themselves to her, letting her lean forward and run her tongue along their shafts. They sighed at the feeling; moaning each time Ryan crammed himself up into her cunt, she began to go back and forth, sucking hard on the first few inches of each shaft.
It did not take long for Garrett to get impatient.
He stepped over Ryan, who was pumping his hips up into Katherine, and grabbed a hold of his boss’ hair again.
His cock tapped at her lips, and his eyes flickered to Josh.
“We’ll take turns,” he said, before shoving his prick in between her lips.
He fucked into her mouth, using his hold on her hair to drag her along his shaft, and after a minute or so, passed her mouth to Josh. In the few seconds between cocks, she mewled with need, drool running over her lips, a line of saliva connecting her to Garrett’s prick. That line was snapped when Josh took over, pounding fiercely, giving her every inch. Katherine came with him down her throat, her pussy trickling juices all over Ryan underneath her. In the middle of her climax, Josh pulled out, and her cries were audible for a few seconds before Garrett took over, shoving forward until his balls tapped at her chin, muffling the sounds of her ecstasy.
As Garrett screwed her throat, Josh stepped away, watching the two other men use her. Katherine could not see him, her vision filled with Garrett’s abs as he suddenly stilled deep in her gullet. Drool cascaded along her neck as she gagged on the length of thick flesh.
“I think I want to fuck her ass,” Josh announced.
His comment made her moan, to think that they would so quickly find another way to debase her.
“Go for it, dude,” Garrett replied. “There’s some lube in the back pocket of my pants.”
Anal sex was something Katherine had never wanted. It had always seemed too slutty for her. But hearing Josh mention it so casually, and Garrett offering her ass like it was nothing, made her want it. They had fucked her so wonderfully up to this point; there was no reason to think that the pleasure would stop anytime soon.
She had several long moments as Josh prepared himself, smearing the lube up and down his length. During that time, she could not help but imagine what it would feel like to have two men inside her at the same time.
I’ll find out soon enough.
Josh came up behind her then, pushing her down onto Ryan’s chest. Garrett had stepped aside, now watching with keen interest. Ryan helped Josh, pulling her ass cheeks open with his hands, as she restlessly ground her against him.
The second cock nudged at her asshole, making her gasp at the strange pressure.
“Relax, slut,” Josh grunted.
She tried to, but it was still an uncomfortable sensation as her asshole gave way to the increasing pressure. The first few inches slid inside, Josh grunting at the intense tightness. Her breath caught in her throat as they took another hole for their use.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Josh growled.
“Ever had it in the ass?” Garrett asked her.
She shook her head, overcome and overwhelmed, squirming between the two men.
Josh pushed deeper, ignoring her soft sobs at the bizarre sensations. Ryan had stilled to let him into her ass, but quickly resumed his steady upward thrusting, filling her pussy again and again as Josh steadily filled her ass.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, feeling the heat in her belly rising as Josh pushed deeper again. Her body was on fire, eager to be used, so it graciously accepted another prick. Her asshole stretched, unused to this invasion.
Garrett chuckled; he had gone back to the couch, enjoying his vantage point, leisurely stroking his length.
Josh shoved deeper, making her groan as her asshole stretched wider, accommodating more meat. Both cocks were inside her, close to each other, filling her up so much, leaving what felt like very little space.
Despite it being the first time she was taking someone in her ass, it was not too difficult. Josh’s prick was slick with lube, and was going slow enough to where she could adjust. It was still uncomfortable, but she had always imagined unbearable pain. What pain was there was definitely bearable, and already in danger of being subsumed by pleasure.
Josh kept going, her asshole taking inch after inch. She was shocked that she could take such a thing as two men inside her at the same time. One had been enough to break her; two would ruin her. Already an orgasm was building.
When Josh hilted, every inch packing her bowels, the two men quickly started up a rhythm. One pulled out while the other shoved deep. The combination kept her stuffed, kept her feeling wonderful, kept currents of pleasure shooting through her.
Josh’s hand snuck up to her hair. He yanked back, pulling her upright, using her unbound tresses like reins.
She came, quivering and mewling as they double-teamed her. Her pussy was leaking all over Ryan, her asshole clutching at Josh, her moans filling the office, a feminine counterpoint to their animalistic grunts. Her orgasm was intensified by their rough usage of her. The uncomfortable feeling in her ass was gone now, washed away by the pleasure radiating from her belly.
“Why don’t we triple-team her now?” Josh said, using his grip to turn her head towards Garrett. He stood, grinning widely, and sauntered over, watching her eyes focus on his cock, watching her lick her lips greedily.
“Open wide, slut,” he commanded.
Her obedience was rewarded with a third cock to go along with the two. The three of them were quickly united in their rough usage of her.
She came again, beset on all sides with cock-induced ecstasy. The men grunted and growled, sweat slicking onto her as they mauled her body. Josh squeezed hard at her ass, Ryan groped at her breasts, and Garrett used his grip on her hair to impale her throat, delivering disrespectful slaps to her cheek whenever it bulged with his meat. The trio was treating her like a slut, and she felt like one.
Neither Josh nor Ryan gave any sign of their impending orgasms. Ryan came first, arching his back, shoving up into her cunt, warm spurts assaulting her channel, yet another load painting her womb white. As he grunted mindlessly, Josh sunk deep into her bowels. His length jerked, and a thick rope of semen spurted forth to hose her insides down. She shuddered at the double helping of cum, whorish groans muffled by Garrett’s prick. Ryan kept shooting his load deep into his boss; Josh was growling in her ear as he deposited his own in her guts. Her orgasm was turned from a blaze into an inferno at the salacious feeling of that warm cream occupying her stomach, a decidedly new and foreign sensation. Garrett ripped himself from her mouth to hear the agonized cry that followed. The pleasure was so much, almost too much. The haze of ecstasy numbed her to all else but the sensations inside her, the flow of seed filling both lower holes.
Ryan finished before Josh, and slumped back, Josh’s continuing usage of her keeping him inside her. Josh finished soon thereafter, pulling out quickly. His spent cock slipped out with a slick sound, and he stumbled backwards, colliding with the desk. Ryan pushed her off him, letting her slide to the floor, shuddering in post-orgasmic haze. She gasped for breath, watching as Ryan dragged himself away.
Her eyes closed briefly, but footsteps nearby made her open them.
Garrett stood in front of her, smug smile on his face, obviously enjoying the view. She imagined she looked like a mess, with sweat, saliva, and makeup running all over her face. Expecting and desiring further usage, she managed to pull herself up to her knees.
Grinning at her eagerness, he lifted his cock, bringing it quickly down, slapping her cheek with it. Loud smacks echoed out as he repeated the debasing act, smearing pre-cum all over her skin. She groaned, staying still, opening her mouth in the hopes that he would slide back down her throat.
Instead he placed his balls into her mouth, letting his cock rest on her upturned face.
“Suck.”
She purred as she obeyed, slurping on the round orbs as they churned with more cum. The crinkled flesh tasted sweaty and musky, but she loved it, loved how lewd it was, how slutty she felt. With her mouth locked onto his balls, Katherine gazed up at Garrett, batting her eyelashes, luxuriating in the sordid attention. Her hand moved instinctively to her abused slit, leaking multiple loads; she began to stroke along it, feeling the pleasure ripple out from her core, amplified by her debasement.
“Here’s the deal,” he began. “From now on, you’re our slut. Mine, Josh’s, Ryan’s. Whenever we want to use you, we will. Understand?”
Katherine nodded.
“I want to hear you say it.”
His balls popped wetly from her mouth.
“I’m your slut,” she mewled, rubbing harder along her slit, “yours, Josh’s Ryan’s.”
He grinned.
“Good. Also, we won’t be coming into work tomorrow. Understand?”
“Yes,” she breathed, wanting to suck on his balls again, but waiting for permission, still touching herself with feverish delight.
“Good. Tomorrow night, around nine, come over to my place. Ryan and Josh will be there too. Wear something slutty. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Garrett seemed satisfied. He dropped his balls onto her cheek, smearing them all over her face. She stayed still as he again treated her like a cheap whore. After a few seconds of that, he dipped the swollen orbs back into her mouth, letting her suck them again. Katherine knelt there, gurgling happily as she served her new master, an orgasm building quickly.
“Wait ’til we tell Mark about this,” Garrett laughed, now stroking himself.
“Yeah,” Ryan chuckled. “He’ll lose his shit.”
“Maybe we should let him use her,” Josh added. “Show him what we did.”
Katherine groaned at the thought that they would offer her so casually to somebody else. Among the three of them, nonchalant dominance seemed to be de rigueur. But to lend her to somebody outside the trio would push her submissive envelope.
Of course I won’t say no. Even if I did they wouldn’t care.
But it was hard to believe that Mark would treat her the way they had. He was always polite and respectful, even if the quick peeks at her ass or chest made it obvious that he did find her attractive.
Maybe attraction can overcome manners.
“We told him about our plan,” Garrett told her. “He said it was wrong.”
“Obviously he was mistaken,” Josh commented drily.
Katherine moaned around a mouthful of balls. Drool was all over her chin and neck, trickling down to her breasts. Her thighs were slick with a mix of bodily fluids, both the trio’s errant spends and her own trickling juices, driven from her cunt by her own frantic fingering.
Garrett’s hand stroked faster.
A few seconds later, he yanked his balls from her mouth. She had a few seconds to catch her breath, before spurts of cum shot from his cock, splattering all over her face. Blast after blast of thick, warm semen painted her face, her shameless moans sounding so loud in the quiet office. It felt as if he was marking her as property, as his slut, as his whore to use. That thought pushed her over to the edge into orgasm, making her cry out in ecstasy, shuddering at the spikes of sensation erupting out all over her body, some of the ropes splattering onto her tongue as her orgasmic wailing left her mouth wide open.
“Fuck yes,” Garrett hissed as he continued to spray her face down. The onslaught of spunk coated her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, fired up into her hair, clumping into it, plastering it to her face. The curtain of cum forced her to close her eyes, unable to see the last few bursts, but still shuddering as she felt them add to the mess of wasted potency, as her own orgasm came to an end.
“Damn, what a slut,” Garrett commented.
Katherine giggled, feeling that hot seed slide sluggishly down her face. Her tongue poked out from the corner of her mouth to intercept a thick trickle. She could hear the three men moving about, could hear the sounds of clothing being pulled back on. As they dressed, she waited, letting the semen stick to her skin.
“You can eat my cum if you want,” Garrett told her dismissively.
She shook her head, eyes still closed.
“I want to feel it on me a little longer.”
He laughed; she could hear him coming closer.
“One last thing,” he began, his voice dripping with amusement and arrogance. “I think you can agree that we were right. That you needed this.”
“Yes,” she moaned, nodding emphatically.
“So then what do you say? We helped you out today. What do you say?”
She thought for a moment, and then smiled at the realization of what he wanted her to say.
“Thank you,” she purred, cum sliding over her lips as she moved them.
He chuckled darkly.
“You’re welcome. See you tomorrow, whore.”
They left then, closing the door behind them.
She waited a few moments, savoring the feeling of hot cum marking her skin. When she could no longer hold out, she began to clean her face, dragging her fingers through the mess, bringing those fingers to her mouth. The next few minutes were spent gorging on the sweet cream, which quickly settled in her belly. As she ate the load up, she began to imagine what her new masters would do to her tomorrow, her fingers quickly returning to her slit.
Mark walked into the office, his morning coffee in hand. His fellow employees were all there, but there were three notable exceptions.
Garrett, Ryan, and Josh were nowhere to be seen. Mark contemplated texting them, to see where they were, but decided against it.
They’re probably just late. Trying to be defiant or something stupid like that.
It was only a few minutes after he had sat down and started up his computer, when Katherine walked into his field of view, stopping in front of his cubicle.
“Morning, Mark,” she said, “I need to see you in my office.”
He nodded, quickly standing and following her. His gaze drifted over her ass, snug in a skirt that was tighter than usual. Below that were bare legs; he noticed a few bruises along her calves.
Once they were in her office, the door closed behind them, she sat down behind her desk. He took a seat across from her; when she took off her sweater, revealing a sleeveless blouse, he noticed more bruises. His heart leapt into his throat at the memory of what Garrett, Ryan, and Josh had been planning.
There’s no way they actually did it.
Katherine cleared her throat.
“Last night, after everybody left, three of your friends, Garrett, Ryan, and Josh, came into my office and raped me.”
He gulped nervously, horror coursing through him. Just as he opened his mouth, despite having no idea what to say, she spoke again.
“I say ‘raped’ even though at the end I was very much enjoying it.”
Sweat dotted his brow as he squirmed in his seat. He had not told Katherine about their plan, because he had not thought that they would actually do it.
“I’d never been fucked like that. I’d never been treated like that. It felt so good to be fucked by them, like I was just some slut.”
She hesitated, biting her lip.
The horror running through him was tinged with curiosity at her lack of anger, at the way she was murmuring, eyes not quite focusing on him.
“I was just some slut. I was their slut.”
A dreamy smile crossed her face.
“When they were done with me, they told me I’d be their slut. That whenever they wanted, they’d fuck me. They also told me that they wouldn’t be coming in today.”
Sounds like their plan was successful.
“I couldn’t say no. They had made me feel so good, I would’ve agreed to almost anything.”
Mark could not help but notice that her hands had disappeared underneath the desk.
What did they do to her?
“So I said yes. I said I would be their slut. And I wanted to.”
She hesitated again.
“But when I got home, I came to my senses. I called the cops and told them what happened. Your friends are at the precinct right now.”
His eyes widened. He opened his mouth, despite again not knowing what he would say, but she raised a hand to cut him off.
“Here’s the thing. Here’s why you’re here. I couldn’t let them do that to me, but they showed me how good it could feel to be fucked like that. There was no way I was going to forget that pleasure.”
His throat was dry, but his forehead was moist.
“So I knew I would need to find somebody who could fuck me like that. But I didn’t want to go on Craigslist or something like that. I could get murdered. I needed a guy I could trust, who would understand that just because I want to be used like a slut, doesn’t mean I want to be disrespected all the time.”
Her hands reappeared from underneath the desk; it did not escape his notice that several of them were slick, glistening with wetness.
“After wracking my brain for a little while, I decided that this guy would be you.”
His eyes widened again. Feeling as if he needed to speak up, he opened his mouth, but she again threw up her hand to cut him off.
“Whenever you want me, you’ll have me. I’ll be your slut. Except for work hours. If you want me to show up earlier so you can have a morning fuck, or stay later so you can let off some steam, I will. But no sex during work hours. And don’t go getting sentimental on me; this will just be sex, and I will terminate our little arrangement whenever I want. Any questions?”
He thought for a moment.
She’s attractive, I’m single. Sounds perfect.
“What if I say no? Just out of curiosity…”
“Why would you?” she asked, sounding taken aback. “I’ve seen how you look at me.”
“I’m just wondering.”
“Well,” she began, leaning back in her chair, smug smile across her face. “If you say no, I’ll call the police and tell them how you knew about your friends’ plan to rape me, but never said anything.”
“I didn’t know-”
“I know you probably didn’t think they’d go through with it. And you not telling me about it is certainly not as bad as actually raping me. But it won’t look good, and I know that your so-called friends would turn on you in a flash if they thought it would help them. How’s that sound?”
“That’s blackmail.”
“I know. But I like to have my cake, and eat it too. You know, I never got that saying. What’s cake if you can’t eat it?”
He sighed.
“I can’t really say no, can I?”
“You can, but I told you what would happen.”
“So then it’s a yes.”
A smile sprung up on her face; she quickly stood, moving around the office. The click of the lock sounded; the blinds were quickly shut.
“I said nothing during work hours, but I’ll break that rule this one time, to show you what I’m offering.”
She completed her circuit of the office, and stopped in front of him. To his surprise, she knelt, her hands moving to his belt. He watched as she worked; in moments, his prick was freed. Her smile only widened at the sight of his surging hardness.
A moment later, she darted forward, her lips closing tightly over the head of his length. The heat of her mouth was incredible, and he gasped, gripping tightly to the arms of the chair as she dropped deeper. The sight of his boss sucking his cock was incredible. Her hair was immaculate as usual, her cool blue eyes boring into him with the same formidability as ever, but she was on her knees, her lips wrapped around his manhood, bathing him in warmth and wetness, shivers running down his spine.
Katherine pulled off, and began to lap at his length. He ran his hand through her dark hair, groaning as she worked. Her eyes glanced up to him every so often as if to gauge his reaction. He noticed a hand moving steadily underneath her skirt.
Her tongue licked and laved all over him, leaving his prick gleaming with spit. The soft sensations of her oral attention quickly worked wonders, making his cock throb, making him groan with pleasure. She smiled at those sounds, coming off her prize to stare up at him.
“I know you’re a nice guy,” she purred, “so maybe rough is not in your repertoire. But I’m your slut, and I want you to treat me like one.”
Desire bubbled up inside him; he found himself badly wanting to use her the way his friends had, to show her she was not mistaken in choosing him. There was an attractive woman kneeling subserviently before him, practically begging to be treated roughly. Even if he considered himself a nice, gentlemanly guy, he was not about to let that opportunity slip from his grasp.
Mark stood, taking a firm hold of her hair. Her eyes blazed with lust, a slavish smile springing to her mouth as she opened her lips, anticipating his next action.
Using his grip in her hair, he tilted her head back and shoved his cock into her mouth, inch after inch packing inside until his balls collided with her chin. He quickly set himself to a rhythm, steadily pumping into her mouth, taking possession of it. She moaned onto his thrusts, kneeling submissively, hand working steadily underneath her skirt. The sight made him grunt, made him fuck harder, his balls thwacking wetly into her mouth.
“If you want me to use you like a slut,” he growled, “then I will.”
He upped his pace, spending the next few minutes hammering into his boss’ wide open mouth, watching her touch herself, watched her quiver and moan, watched her cum from his treatment. It spurred him on to rougher heights, his hips jarring over and over into her face, leaving it a mess, slick with saliva and pre-cum and make-up. Soon he could feel the twinges of an oncoming orgasm. So he pulled out, aiming at her face as he jerked himself to a finish.
“You want my load?”
She nodded, biting her lip, hand working still at her sex.
“Yes, please…”
“Beg for it, slut.”
She moaned, eyes wide with need.
“Please, give me your cum…shoot it all over my face, please, master, please…”
The ‘master’ part did him in.
He grunted, trembling and gritting his teeth as his load raced up his shaft. Seconds later, it blasted out. Spurt after spurt hit her face; Mark took satisfaction in aiming all over, making sure every part of her face was evenly splattered. She whimpered, her eyes soon plastered shut. He shook out the last ropes out onto her cheek, breathing heavily, quickly sinking back into the chair.
It took him a few moments to catch his breath. After those moments, he noticed that she was still on her knees, as if waiting for something.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked, leaning forward to get a better look at her.
“Permission.”
“For what?”
“To eat your cum.”
His eyes widened. She was doubling down on her submission, making absolutely sure he knew who was in charge here.
“Go ahead,” he said.
She sighed in contentment, quickly cleaning her face, snacking on his creamy spunk. He watched, his cock rising again.
“That was a one-time thing,” Katherine said in between mouthfuls of cum. “To show you how committed I am. But from now on, nothing during work.”
“Ok,” Mark said, still watching.
“Enjoying the view?” she asked, giggling.
“Oh yes,” he said, standing, pulling up his boxers and pants. She stood as well, most of his load cleared. A few strands remained here and there, but she returned to her desk. He stayed in her office a few more moments, watching her idly run a finger across the spunk and sate her hunger.
“Come by my place tonight, around ten,” he ordered.
“What should I wear?” she asked, smiling, licking up another glob of cum.
“Whatever you want. You won’t be wearing it long.”
Her smile grew wider.
He left her office, already imagining what he could do to her later. As he reached his desk, the day’s work waiting, he realized that he no longer had to imagine. She was his slut; he could turn those long-held fantasies about her into realities.