I glance up at the clock then crack my neck and sigh…glancing over the seemingly endless to do list on my desk. “Looks like it’s gonna be another late night at the office” I think to myself, shaking my head, taking off my glasses momentarily to rub my tired eyes. Business has been great…but that has meant almost 3 months of 6 day workweeks with 18 hour days at the office. Finally the event is coming together but there is still so much to be done. I sit back in my chair murmuring “fuck” softly under my breath.

A cheery ping causes my eyes to flash to the screen of my desktop computer. Clicking on the small purple pop up, I grin as I read the message.

“Hey beautiful…thinking of you. Hope you’re not working too hard. Grin “

I grin like an idiot at the very welcome interruption. The very charming guy I’ve been talking with online about bringing my business into the United Kingdom always manages to put me in a much better mood. We’ve been matching wits back and forth for weeks – each interaction charged with veiled attraction. I lean forward, freshly manicured nails clicking on the keys as I reply…

“Wish I were working something hard…lol”

I smile smugly to myself…enjoying the naughty distraction. I have never been this blatant with him before but tonight it just felt….right. Clicking back over to finish working on the detailed agenda for the day of the event, I absentmindedly glance out through the glass wall of my office to see what’s going on in the rest of the office. There are only 2 of my employees still around but they both look like they’re wrapping things up. It is almost 8 pm after all.

Another ping brings my attention back to the screen.

“Oh…would love to add to your workload, lovey. Grin”

I feel a small twinge down between my legs…reminding me – yet again – that it’s been a while since I was properly fucked. Sighing and shrugging…oh well….nothing is happening tonight…I think as I get back to working on the schedule. My stomach growls loudly. It’s definitely time to head out to grab some dinner. Glancing out through the glass wall again, I see that the office is now empty. I reach over and open the bottom drawer of my filing cabinet to retrieve my purse. Another ping chirps out.

“Now, that’s a welcome view"

My head cocks to the side and I breathe out sharply through my nose in a laugh at the quirky comment and quickly type back…

“And just what are you viewing?”

“You. grin”

I chuckle softly at his joke…and start to type a response when I hear the whisper quiet rustle of clothing.

My breath catches and I stiffen, green eyes darting to the man in the doorway of my office. I try not to show the surprise and tiny bit of panic at the unexpected visitor. There was something oddly familiar about him but I couldn’t place it. Could it be? ....Surely not. The thought dismissed almost as quickly as it came as I remember him mentioning that he would be tied up with work in the office this week.

My eyes narrow slightly and I size the stranger up in an instant. He was tall, masculine, with short yet slightly wavy reddish blonde hair and trimmed beard, a bit stocky with some muscle definition but not overly athletic beneath his impeccably fitted charcoal grey suit, the light blue in his shirt setting off his steel colored eyes.

“Nobody is supposed to be in the office now. What are you doing here?” My voice is firm and tinted with annoyance.

I note the smartphone in his hand…then glance back up to see an amused smile. Raising an eyebrow and cocking my head to the side slightly, shaking head….no, can’t be. “Have we met?”

He flashes a brilliant smile and a warm voice with a rich British accent tumbles across his lips, “Not officially but I would say we know each other quite well.”

I barely have time to flush and process what he said before he’s crossed the room and tangled his fist into my short tousled dirty blonde hair. He’s leaning in…his knee planted on my chair between my legs parting my legs and pushing my black pencil skirt higher up my milky thighs, pinning me down as his other hand finds my throat…holding it as though to choke but without the necessary pressure.

I freeze….his eyes penetrating mine…dark, sinister and cold….and his hot breath radiates across my lips as he leans in mere inches from my face and whispers, “and we’re about to know each other even better.”

Finally able to register what is happening….my heart sinks as my hands come up and shove back hard on his chest…head pulling against his grip. My demeanor turns suddenly cold…snarling, “What the fuck!?!”

He growls and tightens the hand around my throat tightly cutting off all air and causing me to look at him in pained surprise and fear. My hands instinctively fly to grip the arm at my throat…trying to pull it off so I can breathe.

I feel my heart begin to race as the adrenaline surges through my veins. My legs kick and try to push my seat back, digging my black high heels into the carpet for traction but his knee prevents me from going anywhere. I can see that he is enjoying my struggling as he leers down at me. Holding me securely by the hair and throat, he tightens his grip until I start to feel my lungs burn from lack of air.

His voice steady and soft, his hard steel eyes locked on my panicked green ones. “You are a cock tease and I don’t like to be teased.”

Dread fills me as I dig my nails into his arm intent on getting him to loosen his grasp on my neck. He clenches his jaw and clamps down harder, growling, “Bitch!” Lunging forward, he knocks me backwards in the chair and lands his knee hard in my gut driving what little breath I had left out in one swift gush.

My right hand flails out…reaching for something…anything…..fingers finding then curling around a ballpoint pen. As my body doubles up in pain, I shove it hard into his bicep. He arches back, screaming, “FUCKING CUNT!!!!” and releasing my throat as a dark black begins to stain through his charcoal suit coat. His opposite arm releases the grip on my hair and flies to pull the pen out.
The momentary opportunity is all I need. Gasping for air, I shove him enough off balance to be able to twist from under him….fighting the chair as I try to scramble away. My voice sounds foreign to me as frightened whimpers and yips stumble out of my mouth.

Having ripped the pen out of his arm with a pained yelp, he lunges at me…knocking me over. I fall with my knees, then hands, then face all connecting hard with the unforgiving ground. A sharp pain shoots through my skull contorting my face and I feel him clawing at my ankles and calves, ripping my heels off my feet and discarding them nearby.

Lifting up on my hands, I look back and kick as hard as I can…doing my best to connect with his face. I scream in anger and fear, “FUCK YOU!! GET OFFA ME!!” My heel connects with his jaw with a sickening thud. His head flies to the side and he grunts, “goddamnit!”

His eyes latch on my escaping form with renewed vigor. I hear a guttural growl as I head for the door then scream when I feel a heavy driving thud in my back as he tackles me full force, sending both of us through the glass wall, shattering it around us.

My hands fly up to cover my face from shards of broken glass giving him the chance he needs to straddle me. I shriek and thrash beneath him, ignoring the broken glass around me threatening to tear me to bits. My fists pummel his chest then my head twists violently to the side as his iron fist tries to drive through it. I yelp as the pain blasts through my jaw and skull. The taste of copper fills my mouth and the inside of my cheek burns.

Before I can recover, he’s ripping the buttons off my white shirt as he opens it and secures it behind my back…binding my arms. I look at the binding, terrified. I scream, “FUCK YOU! FUCKING GET OFF ME!!” and thrash but he has me pinned down under him.

Too late I see him ripping the nearest phone cord free before he deftly wraps it tight around my throat. I open my mouth gasping for air as the cord begins to grip my throat tighter and tighter. He spits in my mouth, sneering, “Now that’s a good girl….keep that mouth open and I may let you breathe now and again, yeah?” His breathing is quick and excited. His animalistic arousal is thick in the air.

I cringe at the spittle covering my lips and tongue…trying to spit it back out. He slaps me hard causing me to flinch and buck. Fumbling briefly with the zipper on his slacks, he reaches inside and pulls out his rock hard shaft. With one swift movement, he shoves it in past my full quivering lips until its thickness is invading my throat, painfully stretching the muscles causing tears to spring out of my eyes and stream down the side of my face into my hair as my face reddens and contorts around it.

Steadying my face with one hand firmly clutching my hair and the other gripping the cord around my neck, he begins to rhythmically stroke his veiny tool between my lips… filling my mouth and throat with his fat dick…plunging deep and rolling his hips on top of me…his balls slapping and stinging my chin with each stroke.

My every muscle constricts against the unwelcome penetration. I feel bile rising in my throat. My eyes clamp shut tight, my brow furrows and I struggle under him begging for any kind of relief. Almost inhuman noises come from my throat as I try to scream around the massive pole bruising my throat. Spit froths and foams at the corner of my mouth. My tongue thrashes under his rod and he moans appreciatively at the unintentional extra lube to aid him in brutally face-fucking me.

“That’s it. Lap at my fuckstick, cunt.” He adjusts to get a better position and furiously pounds my throat, pounding my head back on the floor. He jackhammers his throbbing cock hard and fast into the tight tunnel of my throat. I bury my teeth in his dick hard as the sharp pain from connecting with the floor floods my skull causing him to rear back and deliver a solid left cross to my temple.

My mouth flies open in pain, releasing his bitten cock. I choke and sputter, whimpering from the pain and trying to catch my breath. My face is bright red and the veins on my temple and neck are standing out, pulsating angrily. Sobs wrack my body.

Standing up, his gaze consuming my battered form like a man possessed, he reaches down to grab my arms and pull me up. I squeal and scramble to get my feet under me, my breasts heaving in my white lace pushup bra. I glisten in a cold sweat and watch him fearfully as he reaches for the hem of my skirt, sneering.

I attempt to clamp my legs closed but he’s already slipped his hand up to my aching pussy. I feel my face getting hot when his eyes tell me he’s discovered what I already know. My panties are drenched with my own shameful arousal.
“Such a naughty little bitch, aren’t you?” he taunts. “You LIKE getting used like this, don’t you?”

I looked down to the floor and tremble…refusing to respond. He grips my chin hard, making me yelp, and forces me to look at him. “Speak up, cunt! Tell me how you like being used like this.” He slaps me once, grips my chin then slaps me several more times in quick succession as he interrogates me.
His hand clumsily paws at my hole, his fingernails scratch my silky folds and make me twitch. “Oh yeah….mmm….that is a needy, greedy little fuckhole.” I moan despite myself as he snags my swollen clit.

A cheery ping from my computer rings out. His head whips around to the noise. I freeze and he turns back around to look at me with an evil glint in his eyes.

“All right then, this way.”

He grips the cord around my neck and jerks it hard as he walks back toward my desk. I stumble along behind him, trying to free my arms from the blouse binding. I watch with horror as he opens my instant messenger and turns on the webcam.

He leans in, petting my cheek softly with the backs of his fingers before speaking in a low tone. “I’m most certain that I’m not the only chap you’ve been teasing. It’s time they got a peek at you, love.” The sinking realization of what he intends to do sends ice through my veins. My eyes open wide in horror, my head shaking no, mouthing no please!

Ignoring my pleas, he spins me around and slams my chest down on the desk. He adjusts the camera so it has a perfect view of me but obliterates any identifying information about him. I drop my head down to the desk…sobbing.

My head is violently jerked back up and I hear him whisper so only I can hear, “ah ah…let them look at you, you filthy fucking whore.” I jerk forward as he unceremoniously jerks my black pencil skirt up and my white lace peekaboo panties down.

Again, whispering so only I can hear, “Would you look at the ass on you??” …he gropes and grips my ass hard. I arch back and yelp as he gives it a couple hard smacks. He slaps his hand on my back hard, forcing me back down on the desk and unsnaps my bra. He grabs the front of it and lifts it up over my head then fists it, using it for another gripping point.

His other hand smears the sopping wetness from my cunt back up my crack to my pink puckered asshole. I clench…which makes him chuckle softly as he slides his cock from my clit to my asshole before shoving it in balls deep in one powerful thrust.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I scream so intensely my voice gets hoarse as I lunge forward and arch up from the excruciating pain ripping through my asshole. I jerk and thrash, screaming and sobbing, as he relentlessly pounds my ass hard. I can feel myself being torn to bits by his cock.

He pushes down hard on my neck, forcing me back to the desk. I can see what he’s doing to me on screen….how my tits bounce all over the place, how red my face is, how bloodshot and puffy my eyes are from crying, the spit drooling down my face, my ugly contorted face, the agony of the abuse etching deeper and deeper.

Purple box after purple box begins to pile up in the corner of my computer screen.

“Fuck that bitch!”
“About time she got fucked!”
“What a fucking whore!”
“My turn next!”
“Tear her apart!!”
“Christ! I’m so hard watching you, slut.”

The comments send my body over the edge. My muscles contract and tense as my insides begin to throb and spasm. A massive orgasm rips through my body as he continues to invade my ass, his thighs slapping on mine, his balls slapping my oozing cunt. I writhe and buck, riding the blissfully torturous waves of agonized pleasure.

He mutters, “fuckinghell!” as I cum hard on him yet continues his uninhibited anal assault on a quest for his own release. Using my body like a ragdoll, his thrusting thunders on until he shoves himself as far in my ass as he can get and explodes inside me. Leaning forward on me, careful not to get in the camera shot, he twitches in me as he coats the inside of my ass with his hot load.

The screen is filled with popup upon popup from onlookers….the pinging constant like a bratty child with a bike bell. He reaches over me and pulls the power cord out of the wall…silencing the pings and making the screen fade to black. I lay still on the desk, my legs weak and limp as they hang off the side. He slaps my ass hard one last time before easing out of me. I whimper as I feel the void where he just was.

He backs up. “Down on your knees, NOW!” I have no energy left to fight so I slide back down off the desk onto the floor facing away from him. “Turn around and show me that pretty mouth of yours.” I clumsily turn myself…trying not to fall over as my hands are still bound behind my back with my blouse. I face him, on my knees, thighs parted slightly due to ache in my asshole, skirt around my hips, breasts hanging free and heaving up and down as I breath, face a hot mess. I clench my asshole and shift as I feel the tickle of cum oozing out.

The sound of a phone ringing blasts out from his cell somewhere over by the door. He looks at me briefly then, seeing I’ve no fight left, hurries across the room to answer it. I hear him talking and laughing but the words don’t register. I am in a daze.

In an instant, he is back in front of me, reaching around me to loosen my blouse and let my arms loose. For the first time, I notice his aftershave. It’s clean and masculine and I find myself inhaling deeply. He chuckles amused.
I rub my aching shoulders and begin to fix my clothes.

His voice fills the quiet in the room, “We have to meet with some of my business partners shortly for drinks. Go clean yourself up and be at Ceviche in 2 hours exactly.” Leaning in close so his hot breath bathes my skin as he speaks, “Do not be late. I will be in town for a few weeks and expect you will do everything within your power to assist with this merger. Understood?”

I nod weakly, both terrified and terribly aroused by the thought. I shudder and watch him walk out the door. The aches and pains begin to amplify in my body and I glance around at my destroyed office. I mutter softly to myself, “oh fuck…” and try to come up with something to tell my staff on Monday.

(to be continued)