Broke and blackmailed very personal assistant (open)

Broke and blackmailed very personal assistant (Closed for papaduck212)

Josephine Jones was standing in front of her tiny mirror, wearing her very best suit. In her current, rather desperate financial situation, that meant something simple and black, made from polyester. The skirt was a repurposed "going out skirt" from her high school party days, falling mid thigh, which was strictly speaking way too short for any business interview. Her sheer pantyhose had had a hole in it, so Josephine had rummaged through her underwear drawer until she found the only alternative, stockings. Not even halterless stockings but the sexier, old fashioned kind requiring a lacy black suspender.

She blushed thinking the only other times she had ever worn these, which certainly had nothing to do with work. She still remembered her then-boyfriends rock hard erection in response to her wearing these, emphasising her long, slender legs and fantastically rounded ass.
She knew she had to be careful how she sat for the interview, otherwise the tops of her stockings would show. How much it sucked to be poor!

The white blouse she wore underneath the black blazer was also not ideal for this setting with a rather too generous amount of cleavage on show.

The only shoes remotely suitable in color were 5 inch, black, strappy stiletto heels (another relic from her more sexually adventurous days).
It was the best she could do in her current situation. Even though Josephine was very well educated and had had a fabulous job, in the current recession as one of the youngest and newest employees, she had been made redundant from her consultant job when times got tough. Even with excellent references, she hadnt been able to find anything within her level of qualification. Now, being three months overdue with her rent and close to eviction as well as pretty seriously in debt, her pride had finally had to go. With her business degree she was now applying for the job as a personal assistant. She was overqualified and underexperienced and the money was less than half of what she had made before. It didnt matter. She needed this job. Out of more than 100 applications, this was the first interview she had had in three months.

Josephine took another critical look at herself in the mirror. Her creamy white skin was flawless and at age 25 completely unblemished. Her bright green eyes shone with intelligence and her auburn hair fell in long waves to her mid back. At 5f6 tall, she was slender but very shapely, sporting a lovely, toned hourglass figure with amazing, natural 36DD breasts. She looked stunning as several whistles from passing men confirmed as she made her way to the small office building in town, where her fate would be decided.

Future Financials was a company she would normally never have even considered applying for, however normal times had long passed with her latest eviction notice. From her online research it looked as though they were basically loan sharks, offering money to those most in need at rather outrageous interest rates. With her heart beating fast and nervous butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach, Josephine slowly walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor. The sign indicated she was in the right place and she rang the door bell.

This was it. No return. She couldnt leave without a job. Who would open the door?


(Whilst I am often into rather intelligent and sophisticated sub/dom roleplays here I am looking for someone quite rough. Mr Loanshark knows what he wants and can spot desperation from a mile away and knows how to get exactly what he wants. Rough/ forced sex/ non consent etc all welcome. What will you do with me when you hold all the cards and your moral compass is out of order?)

Trevor McAndrews rubbed his eyes wearily as yet another worthless applicant left the interview. Working as a senior partner for Financial Futures had it's perks, but since losing his last personal assistant he had to spend too much time keeping track of his calendar and appointments, and not nearly enough time meeting his monthly targets. The owner was riding his ass to get things into order, and had agreed to pay for a new PA, but at hardly a liveable wage. So it felt like everyone applying were completely worthless in every way.

He looked down at the resume in front of him. Josephine Jones. On paper she looked amazing, almost too good to be true. But he learned from years of experience that the only way to learn a person's true colours was through the interview, and he was very good at finding their flaws and bringing them to light.

The bell rang and he stood up. Wanting to make certain she had to wait, he checked himself in in the large wall mirror. The tall man who stared back oozed wealth. The suit was designer brand and extremely well cut, the pinnacle of fashion today. His gold cufflinks held small diamond studs. He smoothed his lapels and straightened his tie, and grinned back at himself. At 40, age was only barely starting to show. His strong jawline was cleanly shaven and still as cut as it was when he was younger. But he had the beginnings of grey whisking through his black hair. His daily rituals at the gym made certain that he continued to age well. Making certain everything was in place he opened the door.

He managed to hide his shock from his face, but only barely. Looks amazing on paper... and in person. He reached out a hand.
"Hi, you must be Josephine. I'm Mr McAndrews. Please, come in and have a seat".

He motioned for her to enter the room while quickly running his eyes over her outfit and figure. The blouse was cut quite low, leaving her chest an open invitation, and everything else she was wearing looked to be a few years old, screaming either hand-me-downs or clothes well past their expiration date. The shoes looked like something he would have seen a stripper come out on stage wearing. With her credentials... why does she need to use her sexuality to get the job? It was shaping up to be an interesting interview already.

The few minutes she was forced to wait after ringing the doorbell felt like hours, each second further increasing her nervousness and her desperation.

When the door finally opened, a very attractive man in his early fourties greeted her. His body language and tone of voice oozed confidence and control. Josephine immediately noticed his impeccable designer suit, the golden cufflinks and the perfectly groomed hair all of which added to his palpable air of power and her own equally palpable feeling of inadequacy. Why did she have to be dressed like this when meeting a man, who clearly valued fashion and taste? There was no way that a man like him would hire someone like her, dressed as she was. A blush started to show on her cheeks, flaunting her mounting embarrassment.

Only with a supreme effort of willpower did she regain control of herself.
"Failure is not an option", she reminded herself and with more external composure than she actually felt, Josephine shook his offered hand.

"Thank you for seeing me, Mr. McAndrews", she said in a pleasingly melodic, feminine but not girly voice. Normally, she would have corrected his leisurely use of her first name, which created an uncomfortable familiarity as well as a clear power difference between them. Since normally had however left the bulding, Josephine simply smiled her most winning smile, Whilst ignoring the liberty he had taken already. She simply wasnt in a position to barter, demand or correct.

She followed his lead into an office and at his invitation sat on a chair facing his desk. This imposing man, who radiated command from every pore of his perfectly groomed body was sitting behind his imposing desk, piercing her with his gaze. She felt like every little flaw was laid bare before these eyes, that she was thoroughly evaluated within the minute his eyes rested on her without speaking a single word.

Even though she was beyond nervous, this man did have an effect on her physicality. It almost seemed as though a part of her generally in control inner being softened in his strong, commanding, masculine presence. A slight subconscious twitch of her love muscles showed her this effect rather clearly. Since her attention was fully on him, she forgot about the restrictions of her acceptable sitting arrangements, given the stocking/skirt situation. As she moved more freely than she should have, the top of a black, lacy stocking appeared long enough for Mr. McAndrews to notice, even if Josephine was too preoccupied to.

He cleared his throat, ready to ask his first question. The interview had begun.

Trevor locked his gaze upon Josephine as she moved toward the chair. He saw the blush of embarrassment. He had seen the sparkle in her eye, the moment of suppressed fight when he said her first name. The way her hand made the smallest quaver as he held it in his firm grip.

As she sits down, she fidgets, almost like a schoolgirl, pushing her skirt scandalously high up her gorgeous thighs. It was in that moment that all of the pieces fit together like a delicate puzzle that explained why this overqualified young woman was applying for a job she had no business pursuing.

She was desperate.

The corners of his mouth curved upward into the tiniest of smiles before he resumed his normal stone-like control of emotion. He saw desperation nearly every time someone walked through the door. The fact of the matter was that people who came to him for a loan had been rejected before. He held the control of their future, and exploited it for monetary gain. But this was a bit different. He didn't need money from Josephine. This sexy little thing, with her gorgeous breasts out on display, deep green eyes and lips that just begged to be wrapped around something... he knew exactly how to proceed with this situation.

All of this of course, took place in his mind for only a few brief seconds. The smile was gone before it even finished forming, and he gently cleared his throat before beginning.

"Thank you for coming in today. I've received a lot of responses to this position and I'm interested in having someone start as soon as possible, so we'll certainly be moving quickly. It's really great that you were able to free up time in your schedule to come in on such short notice. That flexibility won't go unnoticed." Give a little positive praise to help lower her guard.

"Now, to begin with, I'd like to hear a bit about yourself in your own words. Your rèsumè is, for lack of a better term, overqualified. So I'd like to know what you're doing applying here at Future Financials, and why you think you'd be worth my time?"

As she was sitting in the chair, being assessed so thoroughly by Mr. McAndrews' every glance, Josephine could feel a tightening in her stomach. Fear and somewhere deep, deep inside a little bit of excitement. At one moment, she even saw a flash of something predatory in his eyes, or was she just imagining things?

A tiny bit of relief flooded through her, when he complimented her flexibility.
"Maybe I do still have a chance", she wondered hopefully.
His next question came like machine gunfire, putting the pressure on with the very first question. "He did like to go for the jugular", she thought to herself with a mixture of fear and admiration.

Her bullshit answer was well prepared for. After all, this was an expected question, if not in its posed roughness or intensity.

"I dont believe in the highly information and evolution centred world we live in, overqualification is a reality, Sir", she began. Something clenched inside when she called him Sir, which disturbed her. Better to avoid this term if she had any hope of holding onto her cool for the interview.

"Personal assistant roles can nowadays include strategic as well as purely administrative responsibilities. Due to my qualificiations and prior experience in more strategic, consultative roles, I believe I could become a real asset to you and your organisation. Finance was extensively featured in my degree and therefore I could be utilised in a wider spectrum of functions and roles, thereby literally giving you more options for the same amount of money", she finished, her legs slightly shaking, whilst her face kept it together.

Her voice sounded professional to her own ears and she prayed he would just see her combination of experience as an asset and want to snap her up at the ridiculously low wage she was applying for. If all he needed was someone to do his diary and type though, she would be woefully inadequate. After all, Josephine had no formal training or experience as an actual secretary. She was appealing to the greed she imagined would be an essential part of any loan shark to get a potential associate for the price of a secretary. "Please just think I am wonderful", she prayed inside. "I really need this shitty job", she pleadingly reminded herself in her head.

Her large green eyes looked up into his questioningly, looking for any indication how her own answer had been received. His pokerface was perfect. She could read absolutely nothing in there. Therefore his next words came as even more of a shock, literally pulling the carpet from underneath her already unsteady feet ...

He stared at her for a moment after she finished. He could have interrupted her at any moment once he realised she was reciting a canned response she likely practiced in the mirror a dozen times the night before.
Desperate. Willing to do anything. She needed this job, and was willing to debase herself to get it. His mind swam with the possibilities. How far would she go? How far could he push her? Her eyes were nearly begging for acceptance.

His calculated words took on a villainous tone. His blue eyes flickered with more emotion than they had since she first saw them. Not anger, not malice, but deep, foul, lust.

"Did you bother to read the job description I meticulously laid out, or are you just stupid? I am not looking for someone to work in a strategic or consultative role, and I don't care about your history in finance. I want only one thing from you and that is. To. Obey."
His teeth clicked with each word at the end to empathise the final word, leaving no uncertainty that a failure to do exactly that would result in her leaving prematurely.
Trevor stood up and walked around to the front his desk. There wasn't nearly enough room in between the desk and the chair Josephine was sitting in for the act to be appropriate. He looked down at her, first locking his gaze upon her eyes, then staring down at her expansive cleavage.

"But if you're so keen to be utilised in a wider spectrum of functions and roles, perhaps you can indeed be of use. I want you to unbutton your blouse, and get on your knees. Now."

Josephine's world came crashing down hard. Any flicker of hope she had carefully nursed was extinguished. She was stupid for thinking she could get herself out of the mess she was in. A single tear rolled down her cheek as the full weight of her failure hit her and her body begun to shake uncontrollably.

Mr. McAndrew's voice reached her again when he emphasised "to obey". Her eyes found his, looking for any sign, any indication of what he meant. As he walked around the desk, invading her personal space so physically, a cold dark hand of fear and desperation gripped her stomach. He couldn't mean...?

When he asked her, no commanded her to unbutton her blouse and kneel on the floor, time seemed to slow. She couldnt do this.
"Please", she whispered, pleading with her eyes, looking for any trace of mercy in his. Mercy didn't live in Mr. McAndrew's eyes, raw lust however did. He was simply standing there waiting for her to obey or leave.

She couldnt obey, she could not be a plaything to this despicable man, who was so willing to take advantage o her impossible situation.
Yet, she couldnt leave. No matter how much she willed herself to get up out of that chair to walk out of his office and bang the door behind her, she simply physically could not.

Josephine was feeling light headed, like she was in a trance, her hands moving automatically, without her conscious command. They were unbottoning her blouse. One by one, revealing more and more of her perfectly creamy, soft skin to the loansharks hungry eyes.
"Please dont do this", a little voice inside of her pleaded, but to no avail.

"I have to do this", was the last thought she had before her knees fell to the floor in front of Mr. McAndrews. Her blouse was completely undone, revealing her lacy black lingery and in it her mouthwatering tits straining against the thin fabric. His cold eyes were scalding her exposed flesh. She was humiliated, defeated, angry and yet er nipples were rock hard and her gently twitching pussylips were wet, soaking into her black lacy g string panties. Did a part of her actually enjoy this?

Defeated, she raised her green eyes towards him to find out what exactly she had to do to keep herself from living on the streets.

Success.

McAndrews never grew numb to the electrifying rush of success. That moment someone signs the contract, dooming themselves to bankruptcy or worse, was what he lived for. Today he felt that power magnified tenfold.

Josephine was his.
Her body belonged to him.

His mind quavered, his insides burned, and his cock throbbed. Those tits. He had thought they were on full display, but the way they strained against he fabric of her bra, and heaved as her breath became heavier, was a sight no mortal man could resist. His eyes traced down her stomach, wanting to take in every inch of this delicious woman before him. His lips pursed slightly, as he battled his desire to ravage her.

He opens his jacket and unbuckles his belt. Time seems to slow as he undoes his button and pulls down the zipper of the pants. To Josephine, she can her each individual click of the zipper as drags down to resign her fate.
He reaches into his pants and pulls out a monster of a cock. It's only half erect, but already a solid 7 inches long. It's girth was intimidating. Not a hint of hair could be seen peaking out.
He relished the expression on Josephine's face as she clearly didn't know where to look. Her eyes appeared to plead to him, but he grew numb to beggars long ago. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to take it.
"Now suck my cock."

Josephine should have known what would be next, after all she was not stupid. However when she heard the jacket and belt fall and the zipper of his pants draw down, the inevitability of her situation hit her hard.
Somehow her body, her survival instinct had gotten her onto her knees in front of this man with her tits exposed for his viewing pleasure. Her eyes held his when he took off his belt and undid the zipper. He looked enormously pleased to have her in this position. Like it was the most natural thing in the world to use someone in need for his own dark purposes.

The excitement on his otherwise controlled face hinted that whilst not explicit, if she obeyed and pleased him the job would be hers. If so, sexual services would most likely be part of her job description, her body available to his every desire for as long as she worked with him.

A lonely tear fell down her cheek for the hopelessness of the situation. There was no real way out. If she left now, she would likely have to whore herself out to someone else soon. He was simply preempting that decision and making her confront her future options. She was beautiful. Men desired her. Would it really be so terrible to do what she had done with other men before now to survive? All of these thoughts flowed through Josephine's mind in mere seconds.

When Mr. McAndrews (even in her mind she couldnt bring herself to call him Trevor) exposed his huge member, she swallowed. 7 inches or so and he wasnt even hard. Josephine could only hope that he was a shower, not a grower. She had been with some more well endowed men, but she was far from being a slut.

"The only way out is through", she thought to herself, slowly bringing her face and her red, luscious lips to his impressive cock. Josephine's eyes stayed with Mr. McAndrews' as her lips parted and her little pink tongue shot out sensuously. Like in slow motion Josephine started licking his cock with the flat of her tongue. From the base slowly all the way to the tip and circling around the head, bathing his entire length with her tongue. Then she enveloped the head with her soft, hot pout, caressing him with her mouth, all the time looking up into his cold eyes, which seemed to warm with desire.

As she didnt take Mr. McAndrews for a very patient man, she seized her foreplay and took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, sucking steadily whilst running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock and over his head whenever she came back up for air. He was certainly responding to her attention, stretching her mouth far beyond where it was comfortable. Josephine picked up the pace and increased the amount of suction. If she could make him come quickly, the ordeal for her jaw would be over that much sooner. Her head was bobbing up and down his shaft furiously now, sucking and licking with as much intensity as she could muster, jacking him off with her mouth.

She could feel him get close ...

Oh this girl was good.

He had no idea how long that delicate tongue danced over his member, or those full pouty lips worked on him, but for someone who was desperate, she was doing a DAMN fine job. He thought he was going to need to coerce her into giving some enthusiasm, but one simple command was all it took, and god did she deliver. Soon McAndrews felt an orgasm building up, and all control was suddenly dropped. He gasped out loud, grabbed a fistful of Josephine's hair and thrusted hard against her head. The end of his cock hit the back of her throat, causing her to choke. In that moment his orgasm hit like a freight train, the first burst shooting hot cum down her throat, the second filling her mouth and pouring over her lips. The salty thick cum enveloped all her senses. His knees buckle slightly as he pulls his cock out of her mouth before a third spurt covers her face.

He takes a moment to catch his breath, the warm electric feeling coursing over his body, before looking down again at his conquest. In that moment, he smiled widely. Not the same cruel hint of a smile, but one of genuine pleasantry. Did he catch a look from her? Did she like it? Not that he could blame her. If he wasn't so completely satiated, he would have loved to show her everything else he wanted to do to that body. But for now, give her what she came here for.

"Congratulations Miss Jones. You start immediately."

Her mouth was working hard to please the imposing man in front of her. She was licking and sucking fiercely yet sensuously as though her life depended on it, because in this case it actually did.

He had what she needed more than anything, the power to give her security in a world that was crashing down on her. At least his cock and his simple command had given her something to focus on despite her despair, her hopelessness and her fear.

"Now suck my cock", he had said so casually, as though this was a normal part of any job interview he conducted. And she was, right here on her knees with her short skirt riding up her creamy thighs exposing her black stockings and suspenders, her DD magnificent tits straining against their black, lacy prison, her green eyes holding his as she was expertly sucking him off. Her pussy was dripping as her entire purpose in life narrowed to getting this powerful man off.

Her body was so exposed, her own vulnerability in sharp contrast to his unwavering control. She was painfully aware of his dominant masculinity as he claimed her mouth as his plaything. Josephine could feel him responding to her, trying to hold onto his control but failing as the sensations overtook him. In this small moment, vulnerable, exposed and used, she felt a certain sense of power.

Her mouth was going to make him come, make His tight self control crumble. She needed this, needed to feel the palpable evidence that she still had control over one thing in her life and right now that proof was Mr.Mcandrew's cum. She needed it badly.

As he was getting closer and his grunts were getting louder, he grabbed hold of Josephines head. This wouldnt be her victory after all, as he took control of her mouth, forcing her to take every last bit of his huge cock, filling her mouth completely. As he was forcing her throat to open to accomodate his full length, she gagged helplessly. Luckily for him, her gagging only added even more stimulation to an already incredible blowjob.

He was getting so close, now. His grip became vicelike, holding her face and throat in place for his maximum enjoyment as his hips pumped furiously.

"Yes", he hissed. "Take it all, bitch, like the good little whore you are. Keep sucking that cock if you know what's good for you", he threatened whilst continuing to face-fuck Josephine like a man posessed. He gripped her head as he pushed down her throat, delivering his first spurt of cum right there, where it belonged. His second burst filled her mouth, the excess dripping over her sweet, pouty lips. The last spurt landed right on her pretty face, covering her in his seed, marking her as his.
He pushed his cock back into her mouth to let her clean him, before stepping back.

Unhurriedly he refastened his fly and belt and donned his jacket before sitting back at his desk, looking as immaculate as he had before. Josephine remained somewhat stunned on her knees, her face covered in cum, her green eyes looking at him.

"Well, Josephine, that was decidely average", he lied. "At least you seem committed and with some strenuous training, I think we could make you an acceptable member of the team. Congratulations, Miss Jones, you will be starting immediately. Now get yourself cleaned up and bring me a coffee."

He sat down behind his desk and looked around. Much of the office was utilitarian. The desk had very little on it - a laptop, and a few pens. There was a framed photo he took while skiing in France; It was something peaceful that he used to use to steel his nerves from time to time, but with so much practice the act became second nature, and truly he felt like steel most of the time. Steel was good - strong, resilient, dependable. He didn't need to worry about breaking in the face of conflict. One wall was a full mirror, while the others had little decoration. A few fake diplomas and accreditations, and another photo, this one of Everest were all that adorned the walls. Behind him was a large window with a decent view of the nearby inner suburbs.

He shook his head, wondering why his mind wandered like that, and focused on the computer screen. There were still 3 more people scheduled to come in for interviews for the rest of the day. 2 hours of time that had been allotted to finding someone, which were now suddenly very free. He had made a quick call to the first one to make certain she wouldn't show up. The woman seemed quite disappointed, but that wasn't his problem. Her loss. It hadn't been long since the best orgasm he'd experienced in months... years... hell maybe ever, but already he felt his blood begin to surge to his crotch as he thought of what to do to Josephine.

As if on cue, she returned with a coffee in hand. Her eyes were puffy, as though she'd been crying, and her hair looked as though she'd been running water through it. Her clothes were fixed.

He stood up and moved toward her, a jaguar closing the distance to it's prey. Her puffy eyes made her look even sexier - he'd need to make sure she cried more often. Taking the coffee cup from her, he took a small sip, and grimaced at the sweetness. It likely wasn't much, but sugar was an insult to coffee everywhere. He threw the cup across the room, coffee splattering against the wall, and snarled at her. "I asked you for coffee, and you bring me shit. I asked you to clean yourself up, which it looks like you spent a lot of time doing. Efficiency, Josephine, is going to make this work, not taking your own lazy-ass time. And I didn't fucking ask you to put your shirt back on." With his words he grabs ahold of her top and rips it apart, buttons flying every which way. Josephine stifles a scream before he clamps his hand over her jaw and presses his thumb into her mouth. "When you don't obey, you will be punished." He presses his thumb further into her mouth, pulling on her cheek like a fish caught on a hook. With his other hand he reaches down and grabs a handful of her tits, handling them roughly. He pulls her bra down and then grabs both breasts with his hands, squeezing them until they ache. These were immaculate. They were massive, yet with her youth still held up. And they were obviously natural - no fake tits could have the inviting softness of these. But he had something else in mind for his prize right now.
"Bend over the desk and remove your panties like a good little slut."

Josephine was still in shock. Kneeling on the floor, her mouth and face full of cum, the result of deepthroating a man for a job she so desperately needed, many conflicting feelings in her young body.

She felt utterly used, helpless and humiliated by this man, who had taken advantage of her desperation so thoroughly. When he'd taken control of her mouth, she'd felt so vulnerable, objectified and strangely, aroused. His words had only added to the dampness in her pussy, making her contract deliciously as he called her his whore.

He was sitting behind his desk as though nothing unusual had happened, asking her for a cup of coffee as his attention went to more urgent matters than a cum-covered slut on his office floor. A small relief washed through her as she realised she had gotten the job. She would be able to pay some of her outstanding rent each month and stay in her apartment, slowly getting back on track. If she had to blow this guy for as long as it took her to get her life together or until she found something else, then so be it. A little bit of worry entered her mind. If her very best blowjob was only average, how hard would she have to try to please him?

Josephine shook off the feelings and got herself up from the floor. Like in a trance, she walked to the hallway, finding the washroom. She spent some time washing off the cum from her face, hair and breasts, before refastening her blouse, straightening her hair and reapplying her make-up. As she looked at herself, all presentable again, ready to go back into her new boss's office, reality suddenly hit her hard and tears started flowing uncontrollably. As his job offer had calmed her immidate survival angst, she was confronted with a new, frightening truth. If she did not please this demanding and ruthless man, she would be right back in the mess of despair she'd started from. For right now, she was completely and totally in his power. From the kind of man he was that was indeed a frightening thought. Josephine quickly wiped the tears off of her face, leaving just a little puffiness around her eyes, which couldnt be helped.

She quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee. She didnt know how he took his, she she added one spoonful of sugar, stirred and hurried back into his office. Her hand was shaking slightly as she Held the cup out to him. Mr. McAndrews took it from her quivering hands, taking one sip, before throwing It furiously against the wall. Josephine startled at the outburst and the sound of the smashed cup, looking at him with wide, fearful eyes.

When he listed her failures, the fear in the pit of her stomach grew. She couldnt lose her job now on her very first day. When he critised her having put on her blouse, her nipples hardened. He was coming towards her, his strong, masculine energy enveloping her as his hands found her top. A small scream escaped her lips as he tore the top off her now panting body, exposing her bra-covered tits to his greedy eyes once again. His finger now trailed over her cleavage, along her exposed throat to her lips, pushing his thumb into her sweet mouth. Without thought, Josephine gently started to suck his invading thumb, when his next words struck her.

"When you don't obey you will be punished", he said darkly, his thumb pressing against her cheek, reminding her of his ultimate control of her body and her fate. His arousal in face of her helplessness was palpable as his other hand roughly grabbed her perfect tits, making her gasp. His finger left her mouth to join the other hand at her breasts. He quickly freed her luscious orbs from their lacy prison, admiring their perfect shape and fullness before squeezing them painfully. The pain made her whimper, as he crushed her rock-hard nipples between his strong, vice-like fingers, mauling her sensitive tits greedily. His eyes were holding hers, watching the pained expression on her face, holding her there, letting her feel his power until a tear rolled down her face.

"These belong to me now, slut, do you understand", he hissed, increasing the pressure on her nipples further. She nodded quickly.

"I couldnt hear you, there", he taunted, continuing to torture her tits.

"Yes, I understand", Josephine whispered, willing to make him stop.

He leaned closer to her, increasing his pressure further: "Yes, what?", he asked mercilessly.

"Yes, I understand, sir", she responded quickly, trying desperately to come up with the answer he wanted to hear. "Good girl", he praised, releasing her nipples, gently stroking them teasingly, chuckling at the instantly returning hardness.

"Bend over the desk now and remove your panties like a good little slut", he commanded.

After his violent outburst and his rough treatment of her tits, Josephine knew the consequences of displeasing him. She dropped her black, lacy panties onto the floor, leaving the stockings,suspenders and high heels on, her pussy now exposed and vulnerable to his every desire. Moving gracefully and quickly to his desk, she bent over, lifting her luscious ass invitingly, her short skirt riding up her thighs to reveal the most amazing view of her perfectly pink, tiny, glistening pussy and the firm,generous globes of her ass, framed to perfection by the black lacy straps of her suspenders. Her tits were pressed against the surface of his desk, her pretty face turned towards him, awaiting his punishment with growing apprehension and arousal.

He stared down at the luscious sight before him. The tender folds of Josephine's pussy lips were already puffy and glistening. She wants to be fucked. She wants to be ravaged. Well, I'll give her what she wants and more.

He once again unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. He quickly opens his shirt to get it out of the way. His hairless, muscled chest looked almost out of place compared to the age of his face. Spending hours in the gym every day had carved his body like a stone temple, and given him strength and vitality that lesser men could only dream of.

Discipline.

His cock was already aching to go again. Josephine was gorgeous, so much so that simply looking at her was enough to get him excited. But his power was holding all the reigns right now - controlling his every action.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled back, lifting her tits off the desk and baring her neck. With his other hand he traced down her back, almost gently, before getting to her ass. Once there he gave a slap like a bullwhip crack. Sharp fiery pain immediately emanated from her ass cheek where he hit. Even his own hand began to sting, but he was much too drunk right now to even notice. Without any further hesitation, he slides his jocks down, unleashing his cock fully erect. He slaps his cock against her ass a few times, then pulls her hair harder to bring her face next to his.

"Little whore. Tell me what you want."

He didn't wait through the half-moment of hesitation before slinking his free hand over her hip to her front and pressing against her crotch, lifting her slightly. The motion and angle pressed his cock firmly between her ass cheeks.

"Tell me you want to be fucked."

With the smallest whimper, Josephine is barely audible when she says "I want to be fucked..."

He snarls angrily as his hand holding her hair lets go and goes straight for her throat. He presses hard - not such that it blocks her airway but enough to cause pain and fear of what's to come. "I. Can't. Hear. You. Make me believe it, you little fucking slut."

Lying helplessly on Mr. McAndrews desk, her ass in the air and her bare pussy exposed, Josephine felt both terribly helpless and greatly aroused. Her pussy was getting so wet, she was sure she was leaving a puddle on his expensive mahogany desk.

When he stepped behind her, the anticipation almost killed her. What would he do to her? How would he punish her?

McAndrews grabbed a handful of her long, silky hair and pulled her head back viciously, making her gorgeous tits lift off of his desk as her back bent painfully. His other hand was trailing down her back almost sensuously, making her shudder. When his hand reached her full, gorgeous ass, he delivered a mighty blow to her cheek, which made Josephine howl. Her ass was reddening nicely, a red handprint showing clearly against the pale creaminess of her flesh, turning McAndrews on even more.

With a quick move, he pulled his large cock from his briefs, slapping her ass with his fat dick several time, before pulling even harder on her hair, making her whimper.

"Little whore. Tell me what you want", his deep voice demanded, sending shivers down Josephine's spine. His hand travelled to her crotch, briefly toying with her Pussy to check how wet she was already. With a sligt push, he adjusted Josephine's angle against the desk, his thick cock now lining up with the opening of her hot, dripping cunt.

"Tell me you want to be fucked", he commanded roughly, his member teasing her sensitive opening. Josephine gasped. He was going to fuck her right here on his desk, use her to get himself off. Another moan escaped her sweet mouth. His hand came crashing down on her ass, delivering another strike.

"Tell me, slut", he hissed.
"I want to be fucked", Josephine whispered softly, her ass stinging from his rough treatment of her.

He struck again as his other hand found her throat, squeezing her, demonstrating his complete and total control over her body.

He spat the next sentence, a hard slap accompanying every single word:
"I..Cant...hear...you. Make me believe it you fucking little slut", he hissed with a final slap of her already sore, red bottom. Tears flowed down Josephine's pretty face as he spanked her harshly, her pussy so wet from his rough, masculine dominance, which made her feel so small, so fragile, so feminine.

"I want to be fucked", Josephine said louder, her desperation growing as he continued to deliver the painful blows until something deep inside Josephine burst.

"Please, please fuck me, sir. This dirty little slut needs your big cock deep inside her little pussy. Please, fuck your little whore with your huge fucking cock, sir", she pleaded. "I need to feel your big cock inside me, please, please fuck me."

"All you had to do was ask", McAndrews replied before ramming his entire length into her crazily hot and gushing cunt. Her howl as he claimed her was very satisfying indeed.