'Oh come on, you love the attention.' I stood from my chair now, happy to have a target now to vent my frustrations towards.
'Right, that's it.' She stood too and grabbed for her handbag, 'I am not staying here to take this abuse;' she said as she pushed her chair under her desk. 'Believe me, Ashley will hear all about this, you can expect a full charge of sexual harassment coming your way.'
As she headed for the door I moved across the room and stood in front of her. 'Oh no you fucking don't' I said as I barred her way.
'What the fuck are you going to do about it?' She asked; her tone full of scorn and condescension. What exactly am I going to do here? I thought to myself; but found that I was already acting upon it.
'You are not going to tell anybody about anything,' I said as I pushed her back and stopped her from passing me; she looked about as shocked as I felt with my outburst.
'You bastard,' she spat at me, 'after I've called Ashley I'm going to get in touch with your wife and let her know what a pig she's married to.'
'You're going to do no such thing' I said as I closed the distance between us, forcing her up against a desk; without stopping once to think about what I was doing here I had grabbed hold of her blouse and began to roughly tear it away from her, forcing the buttons to burst and fly away and freeing her monstrous tits, which bobbed and wobbled in her black bra.
'What the fuck?' She yelled in shock as she raised her arms in an attempt to cover her modesty, 'what the hell do you think you're doing John?'
'If you're going to fucking report me, I might as well make it at least worth my while.' I replied as I grabbed her wrists and forced them to her side, clearing my view so that I could stare at those huge knockers as they heaved up and down thanks to her quickened breathing.
'You fucking pervert,' she spat at me, 'go ahead then; stare at them. You're well and truly fucked now.'
'Oh am I?' I asked as I pressed myself closer in towards her, feeling her breasts and stomach bulge pressing into me and allowing my own throbbing cock to press up against her through my jeans.
'You haven't got the balls to do anything else,' she taunted me; 'you'll be out on your arse, fired from here and your wife will leave you too. Why don't you just let me fucking go so we can get it over with?'
'I don't think so,' I whispered, unable to prevent myself now from backing out of this situation; a situation which was all this slut's making in the first place. 'You think you're something special you don't you? Swanning around the office, showing your tits off to everyone, thinking that you're untouchable. You're nothing but a cheap slut.'
'How dare you?'
'Shut up,' I said as I forced her hands behind her back and easily gripped both her wrists with my left hand, allowing my right hand to caress her chubby belly. 'You're in no position to resist here,' I said as I mauled her right tit through the material of her bra, moaning my appreciation as I did. 'I've worked across from you for months, and have been subjected to your constant teasing; watching as you lean over and bend down to invite mine and others' eyes. Then you try to take the fucking high ground when you finally catch someone doing it? Well fuck you bitch, you're not going to ruin my life, I promise you that.'
I let go of her briefly, sensing her opportunity she tried to force her way past me and out of the office, but I was too quick for her and forcefully grabbed her and ripped the blouse from her back. I was easily stronger than here and, despite her attempted resistance, managed to tie her wrists securely behind her back, using the blouse to bind her.
'Now you'll find out about sexual harassment;' I said as I dragged her by her hands across the office to her desk. Wasting no time I set about stripping the rest of her clothes from her body, starting with her skirt, which I tugged down her chunky thighs and tossed aside, along with her shoes.
She resisted and fought, every step of the way, but it just made my cock throb harder in my boxers; this was such a great way to relieve frustration, I thought as I hooked my fingers under the elastic waistband of her black panties.
'Please don't John,' she said, her voice now losing its earlier aggression; 'I'll not say anything to anybody.'
'I know you won't' I replied, smiling up at her as I tugged the knickers down, over her stockings and off of her ankles, her futile kicks adding to my pleasure; I even took the time to grab her stockinged feet and begin to massage them, loving the feel of her smooth, curved arches in my hands. I looked between her thighs to see a well maintained, dark bush, which she fought to hide by pressing her chubby thighs together.
'I'm going to leave your stockings on,' I said as I stood up and gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look me in the eye. She was definitely scared, but there was another look in her eyes that I couldn't quite place; it looked almost like excitement, her cheeks were flushed bright red and her usually immaculate hair was stuck all over the place. 'You look fucking hot in just your stockings; but this bra has just got to go.' As I spoke I reached for a pair of scissors on the desk and unceremoniously sliced away the straps to her bra; before pulling the cups away and tossing the shredded clothing aside.
Finally I saw those huge, fat tits, freed from their restraints. Thanks to her hands being tied behind her back, she had to push her chest out, making it look like she were proudly displaying her mammaries to me; her areola were huge, covering almost a third of her giant tits and her nipples with thick and pink, standing erect in the middle. They drooped slightly without the bra, but were well supported by the bulge of her large, round stomach.
'Wow,' I whispered, as I began to massage her tits with my hands, 'fuck, you're a sexy slut.' She flushed deeper as she heard me talk about her naked body. Using my free hand I quickly unbuckled my jeans and let them fall to the floor, pushing my boxers down with them and freeing my thick, throbbing member.
'My god,' she whispered as she looked down and saw it's thickness as it throbbed in the open air. 'What are you going to do to me?'
'Only what you've been wanting,' I replied as I grabbed her by the hair and firmly forced her to her knees, her resistance weakened by my forcefulness. I looked down and smirked, seeing her degraded like this, hands bound behind her back, naked and on her knees, those full, red lips only inches from the head of my swollen member. Keeping one hand firmly gripping her hair and pulling her head back, I took my cock in my free hand and slapped it against her cheek.
'Ready to suck my cock slut?' I asked as I slapped her other cheek with my cock, smiling as I watched my pre-cum trailing across her cheek. She didn't reply, so I asked her again, this time rubbing the head of my cock across those full lips of hers.
'Open wide you sexy little whore' I said, causing her to whimper as I once again slapped both of her cheeks with my cock, 'don't pretend that you don't want it.' I began to work my fist up and down my length now, allowing my knuckles to roughly bump against her cheek with each pump. She was watching my cock as it throbbed in my grip, her lips parting slightly. I took my opportunity and pressed the tip of my cock into her mouth, feeling her resistance breaking as she opened her mouth to take my thick cock inside.
I had to fight the urge to cum as I felt my cock slide to the back of her warm, wet throat, watching her red lips stretch to accommodate my girth. 'Holy fuck Kat,' I moaned as I grabbed her head with both hands and held myself deep inside of her until she coughed and gagged for air.
When I withdrew, my cock was coated with thick, gloopy saliva. I pulled myself all the way out before forcing it all the way in again, watching as her eyes bulged in surprise. I held it in again until she gagged on it, saliva dripping off now onto those big fat tits of hers as I pulled it out. She looked up at me as she gasped for breath, the fear disappearing from her eyes and now being replaced by lust.
'You fucking love this don't you?' I asked as I thrust myself in again. My wife had never been able to deepthroat my cock like this before and I just loved the way I felt her throat stretching out to accommodate my invasion. 'You love to deepthroat my cock, you f
at titted slut.' I began to force myself in and out, using her hair as handles for my thrusts and loving how much saliva and spit she coughed up with every thrust. Her face was flushed bright red now and spittle coated her pretty little face.
I lost myself in the blow-job, roughly fucking her face until I was near orgasm, time and time again; but knew that I wasn't ready to blow my load just yet. I had crossed so many bridges so far today, that I thought it pointless to stop just there. By the time I had finished, her tits were coated in her spit and saliva. I stood her to her feet and began to massage and rub it into her chest and her belly, finding that I met no resistance anymore I decided to untie her from her binds. Instantly her hands went to her tits where she joined mine in rubbing the spit into her body.
'Get over that desk' I commanded as I pushed her roughly over the edge of her desk; she reached behind and grabbed her arse cheeks, pulling them wide apart and revealing her pink, wet looking pussy to me. I took the head of my cock and guided myself into her, moaning at how tight her entrance felt.
'Ohh, fuck,' she moaned as I grabbed her round hips and began to furiously thrust myself into her. She pushed back against my every thrust, taking every inch of my cock; I felt my head bang hard up against her cervix, causing her to moan louder and louder each time.
'That's it slut, take it all.' I berated her as I fucked her, 'I bet you wish your boyfriend was here now don't you?'
'Mmmm,' she moaned.
'I bet you wish he could see you, bent over your desk at work and getting fucked like the big fucking teasing slut you are.'
'Oh god yes.' She moaned as she reached a hand between her legs to stimulate her clit while I fucked her. I leant forward and wrapped my hands around her, grabbing her tits and pulling hard as I thrust myself deep inside, time and time again.
'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!' She begged, 'make me cum!' I pumped into her harder now, using one hand to grip her firmly by the throat. She pressed her neck harder into my hand, encouraging me to grip harder and prevent the flow of oxygen to her brain.
'Ohhhhhh,' she moaned as she rocked harder against my cock, her fingers furiously working her clit as I bottomed out inside of her time and time again. 'I'm going to cum,' she moaned, 'I'm going to fucking... uuunnnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhh cummmmmmmmmmmmmmm!' She moaned as I felt her pussy convulse around my throbbing member. I pulled out, allowing her pussy to squirt hard all over the desk, the floor and both of us as she rode her orgasm hard, sliding fingers deep inside of her pussy to stimulate her g-spot and prolong her pleasure.
'Jesus,' she moaned as she spun around and dropped to her knees in front of me before taking my cock and wrapping her big fat tits around it. Taking the hint I began to furiously fuck her jugs, feeling my cum bubbling to the surface.
'Ohhhh, fuck yes!' I wailed as I shot my bolt, spraying my load over those magnificent tits, splashing her face and hair in the process; watching as she fingered herself quickly to another orgasm while I came all over her.
'Wow!' I gasped, all of my anger and frustration gone now as I stumbled back and sat in the first available chair. We both had a few moments to gather our breath, reflecting on what had just happened. Finally I stood and quickly dressed again, maintaining control in the situation and standing over Kat as she lay naked and exhausted, in a pool of mine and her own juices on the office floor.
'Expect the same treatment the next time you come into the office dressed like such a slut.' I said as I turned and left her on the floor, deciding that I would go and spend the day with my family after all; fuck what Ashley wanted.
I heard nothing over the weekend, but was still wary turning up to work on Monday morning. What had happened was completely out of control and I knew that despite how much we had both clearly enjoyed it, there was still potentially a whole lot of trouble waiting for me at the office. Those fears were quickly allayed however as I saw Kat walking towards me in the lift, those huge tits swaying heavily in what seemed to be the lowest cut top she could have possibly found. I held the lift door open for her to join me.
'Morning Kat,' I smiled, 'going up?'
'Maybe down more like,' she said with a wink as she joined me in the lift.
The End.
Truth
My boyfriend and I went round his friend Jack's house for a few drinks one evening, just chatting and watching TV. We'd been drinking most of the evening and I was a little tipsy to say the least. Paul and Jack went to buy some more drinks from the shop down the road and said they'd pick up a pizza on the way back. I was too drunk to attempt the walk, so I waited on the sofa for them to return. Jack's brother came home a few minutes after they'd left, sat down with a beer, and turned to a porn channel. At first, I felt a little uncomfortable sitting with this gorgeous guy I barely knew, but I soon started to feel something else as I watched the people on screen.
The woman on screen was pinned to a bed while a group of men forced their cocks in her holes, repeatedly. I'd never seen this kind of porno before and I couldn't take my eyes off those beautiful hard cocks pounding into her. My breathing was getting heavier, my breasts aching, and nipples hard. My pussy was twitching with excitement and I could feel the moistened fabric of my panties rubbing on my swollen clit each time I moved. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to get home and fuck my boyfriend senseless. I wriggled at the thought of him fucking me like the woman on the screen, of having him pin me down and force his thick cock deep inside me, for him to do whatever he wanted to me. I adjusted my skirt and squirmed again at the rush of sensual excitement that was building inside me.
"Do you like that kind of sex?" I turned my eyes to the sexy, older brother who'd I'd almost forgotten was in the room. His eyes taking in every inch of me, as he brought his beer to his mouth. His full, luscious lips circling the opening of the bottle as the liquid poured down his throat. When the bottle left those soft lips, they curved up into a smile "I think you like a strong man who takes charge". I was rendered speechless from his dazzling smile; he took the opportunity to join me on the sofa. Feeling the heat of his body too close to be considered appropriate, I moved over. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" he smiled.
"A little" I admitted.
He grinned wider and his eyes dropped to my cleavage. "Why do you think that is?" he asked, his gaze never leaving my breasts. Maybe he could hear my heart beating so hard and fast that it wasn't human.
"I don't know you that well" I replied meekly, trying to control my breathing.
"Well we can rectify that" his voice lowering to a husky whisper as he leant closer. I squirmed slightly, but I was up against the arm of the sofa, there was nowhere else to go; unless I stood up, but I wasn't sure my legs would work from their alcohol-induced state.
I decided to try to play things down a bit, after all, I was probably just imagining the sexual undertone because of the affect the porno was having on me. I smiled brightly "Of course" I said with more confidence than I felt "Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
"I always preferred show to tell" he smiled, raising his fingers and gently stroking my lips. I pulled back stunned. I was definitely not imagining the sexual undertone of that touch. "But if you'd like to talk, I'd love to hear what you think of this" he nodded his head at the TV. My eyes flicked back to the screen just as the woman was having her ass raped by a huge dick.
"Umm" I stuttered, "I don't know".
"Do you like being ass-fucked?" he asked seeming to enjoy my embarrassment as my face flushed crimson.
I couldn't look him in the eye, as I answered, "I don't know... I mean... I haven't actually..." I risked a quick look at him, his body seemed closer than before, and I was sure he was imagining me naked. I looked away again, his hungry gaze causing my cheeks to redden further. His hand touched my chin and he turned my face back towards him. My breath caught and I felt his warm breath on me as he moved closer. His lips looked so inviting and I found myself moving towards him, closing the space between us, until his lips found mine. Soft and smooth, his lips press
ed against mine, gently at first, then harder. His tongue flicked out, licking my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to accept him, my tongue moving to meet his. It started sweet, soon intensifying to something hungrier, something more urgent, more passionate. I heard myself moan as my body flooded with sensation; then my brain clicked into gear. I pulled away quickly "I'm sorry," I mumbled, attempting to get to my feet "I shouldn't have done that". He stood and steadied me; his body close, I panicked. "I need the bathroom" I blurted out and stumbled down the hall.
After I'd finally managed to complete my task, I stood at the sink, gripping on so I didn't fall down. I looked at myself in the mirror; my reflection showed that I looked compos mentis and to a certain extent I felt it, just a little uncoordinated. I knew I couldn't hide in the bathroom all night and decided I would just go back and sit in the armchair, making it clear that I wasn't interested, that I was already spoken for. I nodded at the mirror "You can do this" I told myself, and I turned and opened the door.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, I jumped and yelped in surprise, he stood up against the wall just outside the door. He straightened and took a step towards me; I instinctively took a step back. He smiled that blazing smile of his and took another step. I retreated further down the hall, unaware of his intentionally herding me.
"Look, I'm sorry if I've given you the wrong impression" I tried to explain "but I have a boyfriend." I stumbled back into something and glanced to find my back up against a door. When I turned back, he was close enough to whisper in my ear
"I don't think your boyfriend is giving you what you need". His warm breath on my ear and neck, I began to feel that electricity flow through my body to gather in that special place. My breath quickened as he continued, "I saw how you reacted; you liked what those men were doing to her". No wonder he had come on to me, I had unwittingly given out signals that I was so obviously aroused, and he had noticed. He pulled back enough to look me in the eye, but he remained close enough that I could still feel his breath on me, the warm heat from his body. "Are you going to try to tell me you didn't?" he asked trailing a finger down my cheek, along my jaw, and down my neck. My nipples hardened and I held my breath as his finger followed the valley between my breasts. His hand slid over my breast, down my ribs and around my waist.
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