The New Girl in the Firm

by Semiater ( semiater@yahoo.com )

I stood in the corner of the ballroom sipping cheap champagne that the tuxedo wearing waiters passed around with dour smiles on their faces. My feet ached from the heels I was wearing, I'd worn fashionable shoes instead of something more practical and all I could do was dream of the time when I got home and could put my feet up.

The party had been going on for little more than an hour, I had on a nice black skirt and a white blouse and looked utterly plain. Unfortunately I didn't have anybody to talk to and stood lonely in the corner.

I'd just started with the law firm as a paralegal a couple months ago. I didn't know anybody really and I didn't want to show up to the party at all but Tom--the attorney I worked for--he demanded I come. It was the event of the year for the firm and he'd said and he didn't want me to miss it, though I was regretting listening to him now. I had a long ride on the train home and just wanted to get started on the weekend, not that I had anything in particular to do. It's kind of hard to have much of a social life when you're 23 years, old new to the city and barely making enough to get by on. Everything was so expensive and now, thinking back on it, I don't even know why I made the move in the first place? I guess it was the lure of something different; the excitement and thrills I'd never experienced before, but now, actually living the life, it didn't seem so exciting, and there were very few thrills. It was hard to meet people, not that I was unattractive, but back home I'd been the prom queen, and in college I was a cheerleader, but in the big city it's a different world, I'd been totally insecure about my looks since I'd got here, I was no longer anything special or unique, I was just one amongst the crowd of really pretty girls.

I saw him coming across the ballroom floor, I was tempted to bolt into the ladies room as soon as he started in my direction. His name was John and he scared me, I don't know why exactly, I'd barely spoken 10 words to him since I'd started, or more truthfully, he hadn't spoken 10 words to me. I was just a nobody, a new, stupid paralegal while he was the young hotshot lawyer. He was a god in the office already, I didn't know the details of the case, but I'd heard he'd pulled a major coup the previous year, some suit that he'd manipulated brilliantly and made a ton of money on for the firm, and himself of course. Since he'd won the case John could do whatever he wanted around the building and I'd heard he'd conquered a number of the girls in the office. Rumor had it he fucked them hard and left them quickly, but even with the tales circulating nothing bad was going to touch him, not as long as he won the big cases.

John's eyes were on me and I felt a cold chill thru my body, I wanted so bad to run but my legs were like jell-o and I couldn't move. There was an aching in the pit of my stomach as he got closer, John terrified me and I wanted to get away so bad. In spite of the rumors of how he fucked the girls so hard and aggressively he was a quiet and unassuming guy, I don't know why he filled me with so much fear, he seemed so innocuous. Maybe it was the eyes, the way he stared through me every time I'd been around him.

I tried to duck into a conversation amongst one of the little groups nearby but somehow I got pushed off into the corner with my back against the wall, I was trapped and he was only about 10 ft away.

“Hello Mr. Murray.” I could barely stutter out the words, I tried to act calm but he kept getting closer and closer till my back thudded against the wall, I could feel the heat of his breath on my face and the scent of his cologne in my nostrils.

“Hello Mr. Murray.” He hadn't responded to my first greeting, my heart was beating a million miles an hour and I could feel the sweat on my brow as he stared at me, his piercing blue-green eyes looking right through me. I tried to shift my body so I could get a little air but John stood right in front of me, almost engulfing me with his frame and blocking me from the rest of the guests at the party. The blood was pounding in my ears and my stomach was on fire.

“I've been watching you.” My mouth went dry, I wanted to respond but I couldn't say anything for long agonizing seconds.

“Wha…whaat are you talking about.” He had me pinned against the wall, I could feel his thick leg against mine holding me there.

“What are you doing, I don't like this, let me out.” The loud din of the party kept anybody else from hearing my raised voice and the fear that bubbled to the surface, but I could hear the nervousness in my words.

“I think its time.”

“Time, time for what.” I tried to stay calm but I could hear my voice cracking. I wished somebody else could see me but John loomed over me, blocking me from view. I tended to be on the petite side, I told everybody I was 5'4”, but I was lucky to measure 5'3” on a good day, and technically I was 5'2” with a very thin, almost tiny frame, John towered over me and kept me out of sight.

“It's time for you to become my slave of course.”

“Wha…What the fuck are you talking about.” I tried to push him away, I put my hand in his rock hard chest but he didn't budge.

I wanted to scream when he grabbed my wrist and twisted till it hurt.

“I know you're a slut, I bet you want me to fuck you right now, don't you.” He twisted my wrist even harder till I could feel the strain in my bones.

“I don't think you want me to make you scream here, do you?” I could feel the tears welling in my eyes, I could feel the molding on the wall pressing into my hips. I couldn't even see around him he was so much bigger than I was.

“I want you to go into the ladies room and remove your panties, don't say a word to anybody, then go get me a drink, a long island iced tea I think, and then I want you to come right back to me and put your panties in my jacket pocket, understand?” I couldn't take my eyes off his, the hair on the back of my neck stood up as a chill ran down my spine, his gaze was so cold I didn't know what to do.

John let go of my wrist, for an instant I rubbed my arm where he'd twisted it so hard. His thigh was against mine still pinning me up against the wall.

“You have fifteen minutes, if you're not back by then you'll be punished later.” He moved out of the way just enough for me to get by. I could feel the perspiration on my forehead, I was panting as the adrenaline pumped through my veins.

I swear everybody was watching me as I moved through the crowd. It felt like my face was on fire as I walked gingerly to the ladies room. My legs had never felt quite so unstable as I sulked into one of the stalls and locked the door shut. I sat down on the toilet seat trying to catch my breath. It felt like there was an impossibly large weight on my chest.

I didn't know what to do, I thought about just sneaking out the back way. What could he do to me, I'd just avoid him at the office, I'd…but what if, what if he did something at the office, what if he told people things? I couldn't afford to lose my job and there was a look in his eyes that made me afraid he'd do something to really hurt me.

I looked down at my watch, I didn't have much time, my heart was pounding. My hands felt like they were wrapped in huge awkward gloves as I slowly lifted my skirt and eased my panties down over my hips. I couldn't believe how wet my pussy was, I didn't feel aroused but my juices were running down my thighs. My head was ringing, I couldn't believe what was happening, my chest was burning and with each breath I thought I'd pass out I was so light headed.

I looked back down at my watch, I knew I could sneak out the back way, he'd never see me pass. My whole body was shaking like a leaf.

I wasn't even thinking, I could hear myself breathing heavily, I knew my face must have been as red as a beet as I moved back out into the party. I had to concentrate on each step, my legs felt so weary and weak. I could feel the eyes upon me as I know they must have known I wasn't wearing panties. I was so wet my thighs were soaked.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw him, he hadn't moved an inch. He didn't even seem to react when he saw me, but I knew he was watching my every move.

“Hello Mr. Murray.” My voice was weary as I greeted him, I could barely whisper out the words. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me against the wall again, his large body made me disappear from view.

“From now on you will call me Master, nothing else.” He put his leg between mine locking me against the wall. I couldn't do anything, there was no place I could go and nothing I could do to get away.

“Where are your panties?” I couldn't look him in the eyes because of the shame, I didn't know if it was possible, but it felt like my face went another 10 shades of red.

My hand was shaking so bad I could barely grab my panties from my bag. I pulled them out and tried to hide them from view as I pushed them into his hand but he wouldn't take them.

“Sniff them for me, tell me what you smell?” My hands were shaking like a leaf and if he hadn't had me pinned to the wall I think I would have fallen over.

“Please, this has gone far enough.” I felt his knee raise and press against my pussy, he started lifting me off the ground, spreading my legs even wider as he forced me up.

“Stop, stop…” I tried to push down his leg but he was much too powerful for me, it hurt.

“Okay, okay, I'll smell them.” I whispered even though nobody else could hear. The music was loud and hundreds of voices echoed off the wooden floor of the ballroom making it hard to hear anything distinct.

I wanted to cry, I balled my panties in my hand and held them to my nose, I sniffed quickly and tried to put my hand down but John grabbed my wrist and pushed the sopping lace back in to my face.

“Tell me what you smell slut.” I didn't know how much more I could take, my body was shuddering like a tree in a storm. I could smell the musky scent of my sex, I'd smelt it a thousand times before, but never before had it smelt so intense, so powerful, I swore everybody close by must have been able to smell it too.

I was gasping and sweat was pouring down my face by the time John pulled my panties from my nose. He took them from my hand and put them in his pocket.

“Good girl.” He eased his knee down so it wasn't up between my legs anymore, but he was so close to me I could feel the heat off his chest. He grabbed for my forearm and squeezed my wrist tight.

“Let's get away from the crowd slut.” I knew my face must have been a bright shade of red as he pulled--almost dragging me--through the mass of bodies that mingled around the ballroom. I couldn't hear over the ringing in my ears as he pushed me toward the elevator door.

“Get in!” He pushed me in the empty car. I could see my reflection in the door as the mirrored compartment started rising.

“You can't do this to me.” I breathlessly got the words out, my voice was trembling and I could barely speak. John looked at me, his cold green eyes were fixed on me but he didn't respond.

The elevator door opened to the 4 th floor and he pushed me out into the hall. I wanted to scream when he grabbed me by the elbow.

“Get over here.” I didn't have a choice, John's large hand encircled my arm as he dragged me toward the open atrium that rose from the ballroom below. I could hear the joyful sounds of the party as the music wafted up and echoed off the glass roof.

“Grab the railing and spread your legs.” I felt like a child as I started to whimper. I grabbed the wooden railing in my hands and looked over the edge, I could see the people mingling around below, laughing and smiling, having a good time.

“What—“ I felt John lift my skirt, I twisted my head to see him pull his hard cock from his pants.

“Go ahead, scream.” My throat went dry and I thought I was going to faint. I could see the glistening pre-cum on his prick as he took hold of my hips and pulled me back to him. I had to bite my lip in order to keep from screaming as the bulbous head of his cock pressed against my opening. My ears were ringing so loud I could no longer hear the sounds of the party below, I closed my eyes and started whining as his huge dick slid in my wet pussy. I grunted as his hips slammed into mine and his prick was buried to the hilt in me.

My hands were locked on the wooden railing as John started bucking against me. With each violent thrust I was driven forward till my upper body was pushed over the rail. I could see all the people gathered below as I was forced over the edge. My face was on fire and I prayed that nobody would look up and see me being slammed forward. There was no way anybody could see John behind me, raping my pussy with his huge dick, but if they looked up I knew they could tell I was being fucked.

It seemed to go on forever and ever. John had his hands on my hips and was brutally fucking me, driving me forward with his pounding hips, then he'd pull me back using my body as a grip. I could hear the desperate whimpering that escaped my body as I was fucked like an animal. I was just a doll in his hands, his dick sinking into my pussy.

John grabbed for my long black hair and twisted my head so I was looking at him. A jolt of electricity raced through my body as my eyes met his. The sound of his skin slapping against mine rang through my ears and I was terrified somebody might hear.

“I'm going to cum in your pussy slut!” I felt his hold on my hips grow firmer as his dick spread my pussy wide. I could feel him driving deep, pummeling me with each brutal thrust of his pelvis.

I closed my eyes and wanted to scream as I felt the throbbing of his cock. Tears streamed down my cheeks as John pulled me back hard on his prick. With each violent thrust of his hips I was jerked up off the ground. My knuckles were white from holding the rail so tight in my hand's, my legs were weary and felt like they'd collapse at any moment. John's dick went deep in my pussy, filling me completely.

I could hear myself grunt with each harsh action of his hips against mine. The slap of his flesh against mine echoed through my ears. I bit my lip hard as I felt his dick start to twitch in my pussy. I closed my eyes and started a silent scream as John slammed forward, driving my hips against the rail, my whole upper torso was over the edge as his cock started to spurt in my pussy.

“That's it cunt!” John kept pumping into me with his cock, using it a piston, rocking me forward, pounding into me making my legs buckle.

My hands were locked on the rail, it was all I could do to hold on as John drove me forward pumping his cum in my pussy, I could feel his seed filling me.

I don't know how long he had me pinned against the rail, it probably was only seconds but it seemed an eternity. My legs were weak and my hips ached from the brutal force of John's fucking. When he finally pulled his dick free from my pussy it felt like there was a huge void in my belly.

John grabbed for my hair and twisted me around, terror filled me as he came face to face to me.

“Get on your knees slut and clean my cock!” I couldn't do anything but whimper. I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me to the ground, I fell to my knees with a thud and his dick was right there, inches from my face.

The slap across my face was sudden and unexpected, my head twisted to the side and I could feel the burning of my cheek.

“Suck my cock clean slut!” He didn't even give me time to react, I felt John's hand at the back of my head pulling me to his rampant dick that pulsed before my eyes. I opened my mouth without thought and let the bulbous head of his prick slide between my lips. There was no gentleness in his movements and he drove forward making me try to swallow him whole. I started to gag as the head of his cock slid in my mouth. I desperately tried to pull my head off his dick but he held me firm. I started to choke as the large prick filled my mouth.

“Relax and suck me clean bitch!” I gagged on the slimy shaft, I couldn't get enough air and I could hear myself retching as my throat convulsed.

John pulled back on his cock ever so slightly and twisted my hair in his hand making me want to scream as my scalp burned.

“I said clean me!” I could feel the tears running down my face as I knelt on the floor. At least nobody could see me anymore as I was below the rail. I started working my tongue over the underside of John's dick, I could feel the pulsing against my lips as I closed them tight on the thick veined shaft. I tried with all my might to suck the rigid member dry trying to keep from gagging.

It seemed like hours I was on my knees, but it was probably mere minutes. I was shocked when John's hands left the back of my head and he slid his dick from my mouth.

“Zip me up slave!” I felt my ears start to burn as the word slave rang through the air. John's cock was twitching inches in front of my face. Everything was a blur, my stomach was churning I felt so humiliated and ashamed.

John grabbed for the back of my head again, he didn't have to say a word as he started twisting my hair in his grasp. My hands were trembling as I started fumbling with his fly. I was terrified when I gently took his dick in my hands and eased his cock back into his pants. I could feel myself shaking as I zipped him up.

“Get up slut.” My legs were so weary I didn't think they'd support me. I could feel John's cum seeping out of my pussy as my inner thighs were coated with juices. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the elevators.

“You want to get home, don't you?” He looked at me, those cold green eyes fixed on mine but I couldn't react. I felt like I was moving in a haze, I didn't know quite what was happening, everything was a blur. We descended down into the ballroom, the sound of the party hit me immediately as I stepped out of the elevator. John led me out the front door without saying a word. My face was on fire, I knew that I was flushed and I couldn't look anybody in the eyes, I knew they all must have seen me on the balcony being fucked, my throat was dry and my stomach was aching.

The valet brought John's car immediately, my ears were still ringing and I could feel the cum dribbling out of my pussy as the kid opened the door of the car for me.

“Have a good evening Ma'am” I barely looked up to see the kid, he was smiling at me and I knew he knew what had happened, I was so embarrassed I couldn't even breathe.

My heart was beating like mad as John got in and put the car into gear.

“I don't want to touch yourself at all over the weekend, you're my slave now and you will do what I say.” His hand clamped on my thigh and squeezed. My body was shaking so bad, I couldn't believe what was happening. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

“You no longer have any rights over your body, you will do what I say without question.” I couldn't even cry my body was numb.

“You will come to my office at 7am on Monday morning, I want you kneeling in front of my desk when I get there with your hands up behind your head and your knees spread wide.” I yelped as he squeezed my thigh tighter.

“You are not to wear panties and I want you shaved smooth.” The city streets were empty as we pulled up to the train station.

“There will be more for you to learn later, but do you understand what I expect of you now?” I was sobbing without tears, whimpering pathetically like a child, my hands were trembling.

I let out another little yelp of pain as John squeezed my thigh.

“Do you understand?” My mouth was so dry I could barely speak.

“Y-y-y-eee-ss.” I couldn't look him in the eyes.

“Good.” I started whining as John's hand ran over my inner thigh and up under my skirt. I grabbed for the door handle and squeezed tight as his finger moved to my clit, I couldn't help but moan as he rubbed me gently.

“You are not to touch yourself at all, you no longer have the right to orgasm without my permission, do you understand?” I closed my legs on his hand as my body started to react to his machinations. I slid back in the seat with the smooth, cool leather against my body and groaned.

My eyes shot open and I started to squeal as John pinched my clit painfully between his fingers, his short manicured nails dug into my sensitive flesh as he twisted violently making me want to scream.

“I said do you understand slut?”

“Yes, yes…” I started crying as he moved his hands out from under my skirt. My nipples were hard and my chest was heaving, I was gasping for breath as John reached across me and opened the door.

“Get out. You have the weekend. Be in my office at 7 sharp, otherwise you'll be punished.

John put his hands on the wheel and looked straight ahead waiting for me to get out of his car. He looked so cold and impassive, staring blindly ahead, he didn't say a word to me as I gingerly got out of the car. As soon as I shut the door John peeled away leaving me alone in the dark blustery night. My mind was a wreck, I didn't even know what had just happened.

I almost missed my stop I was so distracted. My heart was pounding in my chest and I could feel the perspiration covering my body. The closer I got to the office the more nervous and sick I felt. It had been a long weekend, I'd barely got more than a few hours of sleep either night. My mind was racing, I couldn't believe what had happened, even now I didn't grasp what was going on and why I let myself be treated the way I had been. I didn't know what I was going to do.

I could feel the cool air on my pussy, it felt so uncomfortable and wrong not having any panties on. The butterflies in my stomach seemed to get bigger and bigger, it felt like I was going to have to go into the restroom and vomit I felt so sick.

The receptionist wasn't in yet, I was happy at least she would see me like this. Half the lights weren't even on as I headed slowly towards John's office. With each step I could feel my chest tighten and my head start pounding even harder.

My hand was shaking like a leaf as I went to knock John's door, it was slightly ajar and I could see a light on inside.

The sound of my knuckles rapping on the smooth hard cherry echoed in my ears like the clanging of Big Ben.

Again I rapped on the door but there was no answer. I looked down at my watch, it was 5 to seven, I was early, but I didn't want to test John's patience. I gently pushed open the door and stepped uncertainly inside.

The office was large and dark, there was a light on at the desk but that was it. I looked around, the walls were covered with shelves and shelves of books, though in the deep shadows I couldn't see anything distinct.

Suddenly I realized I wasn't alone, my heart almost stopped with fear when I saw John's secretary kneeling on the floor in front of his desk. She hadn't moved at all when I'd walked in, she hadn't even turn to look at me. My whole body started shaking and I thought I'd collapse. I'd seen Evelyn around the office but we'd never talked. She was a beautiful Chinese girl, not much taller than me. She was very thin with decent sized breasts and gorgeous long black hair.

I had to grab hold of the table to my left just to support myself. I screamed out loud as a hand fell on my shoulder and I twisted my head quickly to see John looming behind me.

“I told you to kneel in front of my desk with your knees wide.” I was totally shocked when he slapped my face with his open hand, it happened so quick.

“Get into position slut!” John pushed me forward till I was next to Evelyn. I didn't have any choice but to fall to my knees beside her. When I looked to my right at the girl I saw for the first time the dildo in her mouth, it was huge, and a good 2-3” jutted from her widely spread lips. I could see the small bulge in the back of her throat where the head of the rubber monster came to a rest.

“Hands behind your head cunt!” I felt the pain in the pit of my stomach. I put my hands up behind my head and intertwined my fingers as John casually started spreading papers out on his desk. I couldn't help but look to my right and see Evelyn there, unmoving, the huge fake cock projecting from her lips.

It felt like hours past before anything happened but it was probably only a couple minutes. I could feel the strain in my thighs already from kneeling, and keeping my legs so wide.

“You're dismissed Ev.” John didn't look up as the girl got to her feet, she pulled the long dildo from between her teeth and slid it into her pocket.

“Thank you Master.”

“Close the door on your way out if you would Ev.” My ears started to ring as I felt Evelyn shuffle past me. My arms started to shudder as the door slammed shut leaving me alone with John. I wanted desperately to beg, but I didn't know what to say.

John continued to look at the papers in front of him as he started to speak.

“You will be punished later, I expect when I tell you to do something, that you do it, there are no excuses.” John moved from behind his huge cherry desk toward me. My thighs were burning and my upper torso trembled. I wanted to start crying as he whipped his dick out of his trousers and stood before me. The head of his cock was inches away from my lips and I could smell the cologne he wore, and his scent.

“Open up slut!” Again I was surprised by the sudden, and violence of the blow across my face. I was startled and started sobbing uncontrollably.

“Suck my cock bitch!” I started moving my hands to grasp his long shaft but before I could John had hold of my wrists and was squeezing them tight, lifting my hands up above my head.

“No, use your mouth cunt.” I lifted my head and looked him in the eyes but there was nothing there but an intense stare that seemed to penetrate me. John thrust his hips forward and forced his dick between my lips. Immediately I started to gag as he forced the head of his cock to the back of my throat. He had my hands tight in his grasp and pulled me toward him, driving his prick ever deeper in his mouth.

“Come on slut, make me cum!” I couldn't help but cough and choke as John's thick member filled me, I could feel the tears streaking down my cheeks as he started fucking my face. I could feel the saliva trailing off my lips as his dick slid in and out of my gaping mouth.

“Come on slut, do something!” I felt him squeeze my wrists tighter as he kept driving my mouth down on his cock. I tried desperately swallow him, sucking on his rampant member.

Again and again my mouth slid over the length of John's shaft. My jaws were aching as he kept pumping his prick into my mouth. I'd never felt so ashamed.

“You'd better make sure to swallow all my cum slut, you wouldn't want it dripping on your suit.” John's cock kept ramming into the back of my throat, battering my mouth with each thrust. My jaws were spread wide as he kept forcing himself deep. I couldn't think, the thought of his cum on my jacket had never occurred to me, everybody would know.

“Come on slut, suck on me, make me cum!” I could feel John's cock throbbing as he fucked my mouth, I was shocked when he started cumming. I immediately started to gag as the thick sperm filled my mouth. It seemed like it would never stop. I tried to pull off his dick, but John held me firm as his dick kept pumping cum into my throat.

“That's it cunt!” My throat was involuntarily convulsing on John's cock as I desperately tried to swallow the copious load of cum. My chest was heaving as I gasped, I could feel the thick gelatinous sperm draining into my belly as John kept pumping his dick slowly in my mouth.

I was surprised when John pulled his prick free from my lips and let go of my hands. I almost tumbled to the floor as I lost my balance.

There was nothing I could do but swallow the cum that filled my mouth, I was revolted as I licked my lips clean of the gooey sperm.

“Evelyn, come here please.” John spoke into the speaker phone on his desk, it took mere seconds for Evelyn to rush to him, she fell to her knees and took his cock in her mouth without a word. I could hear him moaning as he cupped the back of her head in his hand while she licked him clean.

“Thank you slave.” Evelyn gently eased John's prick back in his pants and zipped him up. She remained on her knees, head down as he ran his finger through her long black hair.

“You may go to your desk.” Evelyn got to her feet and disappeared out the door in an instant. I could still taste the thick cum in my mouth, I wanted desperately to spit it out, to have a water to get rid of the awful taste. I stayed on my knees and softly sobbed.

There was a sharp, harsh commanding flavor to John's voice.

“I told you I want your hands behind your head!” John smacked his open hand down on the desk. I could feel his eyes on me but I didn't dare look up, I lifted my trembling arms behind my head and wound my fingers together.

“You need to work on your cocksucking skills slut, you've got to make me cum, that's your job, I don't just want some lifeless hole to stick my dick in.” I wanted to start crying, nobody had ever spoken to me like this.

John moved around in front of the desk, I could feel myself shivering in fear as he got closer to me.

“This is for you.” He set a huge dildo on the floor in front of me, it was just like the one Evelyn had in her mouth when I'd walked in that morning, it was probably 8” long, thick and ribbed, I wasn't sure if I could take it in my mouth.

“At lunch I want you to go into the restroom, I want you to practice with it.” He grabbed for my hair and jerked my head up so I was looking at him. “I want you to be able to deep throat this dildo, and I want you to treat it like it was my cock, make love to it, do you understand?” It was hard for me to choke back the tears.

John let go of my hair and leaned against the desk, I could feel my face burning with shame as he just stared at me.

“I also want you to masturbate at lunch. You can use the dildo if you'd like, but make sure to suck it dry when you're through.” I couldn't believe how casually he demanded these things of me.

“After you're done with your work duties today I want you to come to my office, I should be here at 6 or 6:30 . Of course I expect you to be in position.” John stood up and loomed over me as I whimpered softly, little tears ran down my cheeks as he remained still for a minute or two, then went back behind his desk. I could still taste his cum in my mouth.

“You're dismissed, I'm sure Tom is waiting for you, I know he has some big cases right now.” I slowly put my arms to my side. My hands were shaking as I picked the dildo from the floor, it was huge and for a second I didn't think it would fit in my bag. I got gingerly to my feet still expecting John would say something else to me, but he was oblivious to my presence as he shuffled through papers on his desk. I left without saying a word totally dejected.

The office was filling up. I couldn't look at Evelyn as I sulked past her. My face was red and I felt the hollow aching in the pit of my stomach. When I got to my cubicle I could see my boss was already in his office. I set my things down and tried to get to work.

I couldn't concentrate all day, my mind was racing and my pussy was aching. I felt so humiliated that I was feeling aroused, I knew I shouldn't be, not with the way I'd been treated but I couldn't help it. I don't know how many mistakes I'd made, and I kept looking at the clock, waiting for the hands to move though they never seemed to budge. I even found myself looking in my bag, staring at the big rubber cock inside.

I sulked to John's office after a long day, it was late and most of the staff had already gone home. There were a few lawyers scattered about working on cases, but for the most part the office was empty. I knocked softly on John's door, Evelyn was already gone.

“Come in.” My heart was thudding in my chest, my hands were shaking so bad I needed to use both to close the door behind me. John was sitting at his desk writing notes in a file as I tenuously moved toward him. I just stood there waiting for him to look up, he never did, but his voice made me shudder as he spoke with little emotion.

“Get into position slut, I'll be a few minutes.” I could feel the tears coming on I was so humiliated, how could he treat me like this.

I fell to my knees in front of the sprawling cherry desk. I spread my legs wide and put my hands up behind my head. I could feel the wetness of my pussy as the juices ran down my legs and covered the inside of my thighs. I had to choke back the tears I was so embarrassed.

The strain in my legs and abdomen was intense but I tried to block out the pain. My ears were burning I felt so ashamed. I couldn't believe what was happening, I couldn't believe that I'd gone into the restroom at lunch and sucked on a dildo, and then masturbated.

When noon had come I'd rushed into the bathroom holding my bag tight to my body. I'd used the restroom that was as far away from everybody as possible. I couldn't believe how terrified, and yet excited, I was.

Thankfully there was nobody in the restroom when I got in. I locked myself into one of the stalls and tried to catch my breath. I could hear the blood pounding through my head and I felt the sweat on my brow. My nipples were hard and erect and my breasts were so sensitive it was almost painful.

When I opened the zipper to my bag it sounded so loud I thought everybody in the office would hear. With trembling fingers I pulled the dildo from the dark recesses of my purse and held it with a mixture of disgust and lust. I couldn't believe what I was doing.

I brought the huge dildo to my lips and slowly started taking it in my mouth. I had to spread my jaw's wide to swallow the fake cock. I started gagging as I touched the back of my throat, my eyes were watering and I could feel the nervous perspiration covering my body. My stomach was aching and I felt faint as I moved the dildo in and out of my lips.

I couldn't help it, my free hand slid up under my skirt, I felt so dirty as I spread my legs and leaned back against the toilet. I had to stifle my moans as my finger trialed over my swollen clit. At first I just rubbed the tip of my nail against my engorged little nub, but then I had to close my eyes as I pinched two fingers hard against my clit.

My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour as I hooked my heels over the rails in the stall and slid one finger into my wet pussy. I could taste the latex in my mouth as I sucked hard on the dildo. I started rocking my hips, moving my finger in and out of my snatch till I started moaning, I could almost imagine John standing over me, telling me what a dirty slut I was and demanding I rub myself harder.

I started to choke as I forced the head of the cock in my mouth trying to deep throat the impossibly large object. I slid the dildo in between my lips, jabbing the head against my tonsils.

I couldn't stop rubbing my clit. It was all so unreal, I could hear the sounds escaping my mouth, the slurping, the gagging, but still tried to force the dildo deeper as I moved my fingers faster and faster over my swollen nub till I was bucking up off the toilet seat. I could feel my hips jerking as I was spread wide.

The huge fake cock in my mouth helped to muffle my cries as my body exploded. I had two fingers inside my pussy just as I started to orgasm, the metal of the stall was creaking as I worked my legs against the rails, opening and closing my knees as pumped my fingers inside my body again and again.

My jaws were aching as I sucked hard on the rubber in my mouth. I could feel my body moist with perspiration as I panted, my thighs were on fire as I slowly lowered my ass down onto the wet toilet seat.

I was startled when I heard John's voice break the silence and scare me out of my revelry, I could still feel the intensity of the orgasm that had ripped through my body in the restroom. Instantly I felt my face go flush as John stepped around the desk and stood before me, I could see the bulge in his finely tailored pants. He gently reached out and ran his hand through my hair, I was startled by the tenderness of his touch.

I felt the burning pain in my stomach build as John moved his fingers from my hair and pushed my hands out of the way, he slipped a steel choke collar around my neck. I wanted to scream when I felt the metal around my neck. I started to reach for the collar but John quickly grabbed for my wrists and held me firm.

“Don't touch it slut!” I started to hyperventilate as he cinched the collar snug around my neck. My vision was blurry and I couldn't stop panting as I felt the cold steel on my skin.

“Get on your hands and knees.” John let go of my wrists and I fell to the floor with my palms flat on the carpet. I felt the tug at my neck as he pulled forward on the leash like he was taking a pet for a walk.

“Stop, you can't!” I cried out with as much confidence as I could muster, though the trembling of my voice easily belied any strength I tried to show.

John kept tugging forward on the chain not paying attention to my pleadings at all, I felt like a dog as I struggled against his inexorable pull.

“Please, you can't do this.” I could feel the steel tighten around my neck as he forced me toward his office door.

“Please, people will see me.” Tears were streaking down my cheeks as I sobbed.

“Please.” John tugged me forward, I had to bunch my skirt to avoid stumbling as I crawled.

“No one will see you cunt, the office is empty.” I reared back and grabbed for the chain.

“Please, you can't do this.” I should have expected it, but John's backhand swipe across my face caught me completely off guard. I couldn't react, my mind was racing as I felt the pain in my cheek.

“On your hands and knees slut!” I didn't have any choice but to fall forward and place my hands on the ground.

I could feel the rough commercial carpet against my skin as I was pulled out into the office. I could barely see my eyes were so blurry with tears, I was so humiliated as I crawled behind John, his polished black shoes inches in front of me. I could feel the cool air on my skin as my skirt was bunched on my hips, I knew that at any moment somebody could see me there on the floor.

It felt like a marathon but it I only had to crawl behind John for 20 or 30 feet into the records room. I couldn't stop sobbing, even when we got into the rows and rows of client files I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheeks.

John led me deeper and deeper into the recesses of the room till we got to the little opening near the window where shorter bookcases were set up against the window. I knew my stockings were ripped and my knees felt like they had been scraped raw from the rough carpet.

“Get off your knees slut!” John tugged up hard on the leash and made me look at him. I thought I saw a small grin as he looked at my tear streaked face, my makeup must have looked a mess.

As soon as I got to my feet John pushed me back against the window overlooking the city below. There was a brutalness in the way he forced me back till my ass was resting on one of the small bookcases that came up just under the ledge.

It was somewhat surreal, I felt John lift my legs and put them over his shoulders as his cock slipped into my pussy with ease. My head thudded against the glass as he forced me back, I knew anybody in the adjacent office buildings could see me being fucked as John drove his dick deep inside me, lifting my hips up as he thrust hard into me.

“That's it cunt, I want your pussy nice and wet for me at all times!” I could feel the bookcase rocking as John slammed his prick into me over and over, I could feel the head of his cock penetrating me like nobody had ever taken me before. I could only whimper as my hands locked on the edge of the wooden bookcase trying not to fall off the edge.

John grabbed for my ankles and spread my legs wide, I tried not to think about the other office buildings so close by and the fact that somebody could be watching me be taken.

The force of John's fucking was intense and my hips ached from his brutal upward thrusts. My ass hopped off the smooth wood as his dick rammed home into my pussy again and again.

“That's it cunt.” My head thudded against the window as John's cock filled me completely. I could feel his prick start to twitch as he pushed my legs back harder and harder till the tips of my shoes banged against the window pane.

“That's it baby, oooooooooooohhhh my gggoooooddddd you've got one tight cunt!!!” I felt John's warm cum explode into my pussy. My ears started ringing and I couldn't help but groan as I felt his cock piston into me, rubbing my clit with each deep thrust, filling my pussy with more and more of his thick sperm.

My back was pressed hard against the window as John jerked his hips forward pumping me full of his cum, his chest was against my breasts, crushing my tits between us.

“That's it you slut, milk my cock!” John lifted my ass up off the bookcase with one final violent movement of his hips. I could feel his long prick filling me, the head of his cock snaking deep in my belly. My hands were shaking so hard I almost couldn't hold myself up as I felt my body explode. I bit down hard on my lip trying not to cry out, but I know John could feel me cumming as he pressed his body hard against mine holding my ankles spread wide.

“That's it slut.” I could hear John panting as his sweaty forehead pressed against my face his hair was wet against my skin.

John pulled out of my pussy so suddenly I couldn't help but gasp in need. He let go of my ankles and had hold of my hair forcing me to the ground before I knew what was happening. I felt his slimy dick smack against my forehead as his cum dribbled over my skin.

“Clean me bitch!” I couldn't help but gag as John forced the pulsing head of his cock in between my lips, immediately I was filled with shame and revulsion as he rocked his hips forward making me take him in my throat completely.

I sucked John's prick clean and he slid his dick out of my mouth, easing it back into his pants. It all seemed to happen so fast, my chest was still heaving as he zipped up his fly and grabbed my hair making me look up at him.

“Be in my office in the morning.” He let go of my scalp and was gone before I could even react. I could feel his sperm seeping out of my throbbing pussy as I knelt on the floor not knowing what to do next. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the buildings surrounding mine and I wondered if anybody had watched, I tried not to think about it as I got gingerly to my feet.

I ran cold water over my face for a good 20 minutes in the restroom before I had the courage to head back out into the office and go home. There was an aching in the pit of my stomach as I got on the train. My whole body seemed to be numb, I couldn't believe what was happening to me.

To be continued…

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