Raping The Reluctant Office GirlbyShroud21©
I jumped slightly, my brain trying to process information that made no sense to it, as the taxi driver pulled out and accelerated into the left lane. A sigh of relief left my body as my mind caught up to my eyes and I remembered where I was. "Fucking Brits, gotta do everything backwards."
"Come again, sir?"
"Ah, nothing." I set my briefcase next to me on the seat, thinking about the day ahead. Between an incredibly long flight on a plane filled with screaming kids, and this time zone difference, I wasn't in the best of moods. But hell, I thought, if this company wants my consultation as bad as they say, it should be worth it.
I stepped out onto the curb in front of the office building, nodding to the cabby and heading towards the door. My fine leather shoes thumped with each stride as I walked up to the receptionist. "Mr. Amador?" I looked her in the eye, saying nothing, with a smirk on my face. I guess they were expecting me. I nodded once.
"Right through the lift over there sir, they are waiting for you upstairs." She motioned to the elevator door down the corridor. I nodded, and without a word, stepped inside and pressed the button for the floor I needed. Momentary vertigo came over me as the world outside began to move, clearly visible through the clean glass walls of the lift. I turned and stepped close to the glass, taking in the sights and watching the foot traffic below me. The elevator dinged and the door behind me opened.
"Mr. Amador, we're so glad you made it. We're really looking forward to working with you on this project!" I received the hand of the obviously excited man, letting him shake it enthusiastically. "Please, right this way." I smirked at his thick accent as I walked into the conference room, taking a seat at the table.
"Well thank you, your city has been most welcoming to me. Now, if you would, please tell me about your company, and how I can be of service."
He sat down and I listened as well as I could as he talked about his work, the origin of the company, their mission statement, blah blah blah. This was going to be such a long day. "I'll tell you what! Let me have one of our staff show you around. They'll take you anywhere you'd like to go and you can talk to anyone you wish, ask anything at all, just tell her what you need and she'll make sure you're taken care of! Sasha! Come in here please!"
Anything to get away from this guy for a while, I thought to myself as I placed my paperwork back into my briefcase, closing the locks with two loud clicks. A figure entered the room and I looked up, my eyes meeting hers.
I nearly fell out of my chair.
"Sasha" was a hot little piece of ass, probably early 20s, with blonde hair and stunning blue eyes that I lost myself in. She was short and petite, her short black skirt showing off the pale, soft skin of her legs, the white blouse that was covering her large breasts intentionally missing the top button as if to say, "please fuck me". Her breasts heaved every so slightly with each breath. I never had much of a thing for blue-eyed blondes, but this girl...
"Great to meet you sir. I'd love to show you around and answer any questions you might have."
Oh, this day wasn't going to be so bad after all. "Call me Tristan."
Sasha and I spent the next several hours together as she gave me the detailed tour, introducing me to her various co-workers. I joked and teased her any chance I got, her gentle laugh like music to my ears as she gracefully walked across the floor. She brushed by me a number of times, letting her young, firm body press into mine, brief enough that it could have been an accident, but long enough that I knew better. Her clever smile and lustful eyes told me all I needed to know. This girl loves to be fucked.
We finally ended up in her office, me leaning over her desk behind her desk as she tapped away at the keyboard. I moved into her space and carefully read her response, watching as she stroked her hair and brushed imaginary lint off her clothes, shifting her body so that her shoulder pressed against my hand that was resting against the back of her chair. She pretended to clear her throat and smiled as she continued talking about whatever it was we were working on, I couldn't remember anymore, the nearness of her body and the intoxicating scent about her consuming my mind.
I turned and leaned back against her desk, partly sitting on it so as to face her as well as I could, and then with slow, confident intent, touched the index finder of her hand, sliding my fingers up her hand to her wrist, and up her bare forearm. Both of our eyes fixated on the contact, she gasped silently as that slightest sensual touch sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes flashed up and met mine, then moved down to my lips, then back to my eyes, her cheeks reddening. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and bit it gently as she took a deep breath. Oh yes. She was mine.
"You two ready for our meeting?"
We both jumped slightly at the sound of the executive's voice, breaking the spell. "Uh... yes, yes I think we are." We gathered ourselves and moved back to the conference table, sitting side by side in the bustling room. I tried my best to pay attention to what was being said as the voices droned on and discussions and arguments ensued. Every time I had to reach for something on the table I made sure the back of my hand, or my pinky, or any part of my hand gently brushed against hers. She casually crossed and uncrossed her legs, the sexy pair of heels dangling from her foot, each time bumping her ankle or knee against me. Each time we made contact she would nibble on her bottom lip, a coy smile spread across her face as she kept her eyes on whoever was talking, teasing me without a word. My heart thumped in my chest, I fought to keep my breathing under control.
"All right, good! Splendid! Mr. Amador, can you have a plan put together for us by morning? Time is critical." I quickly reconstructed the past few moments, trying to replay in my head what had been said. "Ah... yes. It will be a late night, but that's why I get paid the big bucks, right?"
Smiles spread across the faces in the room at my lame joke. "Brilliant. Sasha, I need you to stay late and make certain that he has access to anything that he needs. Make sure this job gets done."
Oh. Fuck yes.
Her eyes darted around the room, suddenly nervous. Most of the staff would be leaving soon. She'd be alone with me in the building, a few cleaning staff at most scattered about. "Uhm... alright, that's fine, I can do that."
Our eyes met again, a cool, confident smirk on my face as I let my eyes wander down her body, making no effort to disguise it, making its way back up to her sparkling blue eyes. She shivered gently, returning my gaze. It was going to be a good night.
I honestly tried to work on the project at hand, I really did. Sasha sure as hell wasn't helping me much, continually finding her eyes looking me over, searching out mine, that clever smile spreading across her lips each time. She stood up from her desk quickly and turned around, heading for a filing cabinet behind her as she had several times that evening. The difference this time, though, was that I didn't move out of her way. Instead I stepped forward, pressing myself closer to her, feeling her lean back in mild surprise until she felt her desk against her ass.
I could feel her body trembling as my hands found her waist, slowly moving around behind her back and pulling us closer together. Her lovely breath touched my face as I watch her squeeze her eyes shut in an effort to calm herself down, her hands reaching up and touching my chest, grabbing handfuls of my black dress shirt with her fingers. Her eyes opened again and moved back and forth between my lips and my eyes, our faces moving closer together as if being pulled by a magnetic force, until we shared the same breath, the light touch of our noses, and then finally the delightful sensation of her lips pressing against mine, feeling them part as she carefully probed with her delicious tongue.
I picked her up and set her ass on the desk, feeling her firm legs wrap around my body and pull me closer to her as we kissed, deeply, slowly and sensually. She was really an amazing kisser, probably from all the practice she had fucking everyone she could get her hands on. It was fine by me. My fingers traveled down her body and slipped between her legs, touching the moist lace panties that covered her pussy. She stopped kissing me for a moment and threw her head back as she gasped at my touch, her body quivering at the sensations that coursed through her. I couldn't help but let out a gentle laugh as I felt how wet she was.
"You've been thinking about me all day, haven't you? It must not have been very comfortable trying to work the entire time with this wet thong sticking to your pussy, hmmm?" Before she could respond I pressed my fingers into her again, finding her clit and rubbing around it in a slow, circular fashion. She gasped and moaned again, rocking her pelvis forward to give me better access to her.
Suddenly her hands went to my chest and pushed me forcefully away from her, jumping off the desk and pulling her skirt back down. "Oh my god... oh fuck. I'm sorry. I can't do this. I want to. I really do." She straightened her clothes and cleared her throat nervously. "Look, I like you, I mean, really like you, but I... I have a boyfriend. I... I couldn't."
I couldn't believe my ears. This little slut had been leading me on the entire day and now she was going to pull the boyfriend card on me? You've got to be fucking kidding. I snorted, still being playful with her. "Boyfriend? So what? He'll never know. I've seen the way you've been looking at me all day. I know what you want, and I want to give it to you." I grabbed her and spun her around, pushing her up against the wall and pinning her wrists above her head. I easily grasped both of her tiny wrists in one hand and the other traveled back down her body, grabbing her skirt and pulling up so I could squeeze her perfect ass.
"STOP IT! I'M SERIOUS! STOP!" She ripped her wrists out of my casual grip and slapped me in the face as hard as she could. I stepped back in surprise, totally unprepared for her violent resistance. My hand moved to the stinging skin on my face as I frowned at her. Without another word I turned and left, walking to the men's room to cool off.
The cold water from the tap splashed into my face as I took a deep breath. I couldn't believe this fucking whore. She played me the entire day, teasing me with her touch, her eyes, her body language. I thought about the passionate kisses she had given me, her sweet tongue eagerly exploring my mouth, it had been so good, and now she was just going to cut me off? Oh fuck no. FUCK no. I turned and ripped the door open, nearly taking it off the hinges as I strode back to her office. The little bitch was just sitting at her computer, typing away as if nothing had even happened.
She glanced up and her eyes widened at the sight of me, the change in my intent very clear. She pushed away from her desk, trying to put distance between us, as I quickly grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of the chair, pushing her violently up against the wall.
"OUCH! What the fuck! Get off of me! Don't you dare! DON'T YOU DARE! GET OFF OF MEEE!!!"
Her knee came up quickly, thankfully catching me higher than she intended, but sinking deep into my stomach and causing me to keel over. I dropped to one knee for a moment as she rushed by me, running as fast as she could in her high heels. I coughed, catching my breath, and shook my head. That... fucking... slut...
Sasha ran down the corridor to the lift as fast as she could, losing one of her shoes along the way. She pressed the call button and sighed in relief as the door opened instantly. She rushed inside, tapping the button for the bottom floor over and over again. She cursed the lazy door as it paused for a moment before responding, finally, sliding closed. She breathed in relief as the door neared closing completely.
My hand slid in between the door and wall, barely fitting in, but enough to activate the door's safety mechanism, causing it to reverse direction and open completely. She felt her knees weaken as a whimper left her mouth, stepping back and nearly falling into the glass wall of the lift behind her. Her hands touched the smooth, cold, clear glass on each side of her, her body trembling uncontrollably as the door finished opening and her eyes found my furious gaze.
I stepped inside and the door closed behind us.
I felt a sudden sinking feeling in my stomach as the lift began to move, heading for the ground floor. I turned to the control panel, noting a red firefighter symbol next to a silver keyhole. It was the override to stop the lift in place, and used a fairly simple round key. I pulled my folding knife from my pocket and flipped the blade open, Sasha jumping at the mechanical click. I drove the blade into the side of the round keyhole, deforming it slightly, and forcefully turned it. The lift came to a sudden halt.
I turned back to Sasha, watching her eyes widen at the peril of her situation. She turned around and started banging on the clear glass in an attempt to attract the attention of the foot traffic visible several floors below. "HELP! HEEEELLLLPP! HELP!"
The thick glass and small, sealed room easily contained her frantic voice. People continued walking by, completely oblivious to the commotion above them. Her cries for help ended with a sudden yelp as I yanked her away from the glass wall by her hair, spinning her around, and then shoving her back into it. My other hand clamped tightly over her mouth.
"SHUT... up, you fucking slut." My voice was a growling whisper in her ear. "I know that you want me, whether or not you want to admit it now, and I'm going to give it to you... whether you like it... or not. So be a good little whore, and behave yourself." Her bright blue eyes were wide in terror, only a whimper escaping through her nose. I moved my hand away from her mouth and slipped it between her legs again as I kissed her firmly, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth and biting it just enough to make her react, and then moved my lips down to her chin, letting my teeth sink into her soft flesh, working my way down her neck, kissing and sucking and biting as I went, listening to her gasp each time, until I came to the top of her blouse.
Her chest heaved rapidly with her frightened breathing that bordered on hyperventilating, and her body shook violently. I released her hair as my hands moved down and grabbed her blouse. "I'm going to rip all the clothes off your body, tear them into little bits, so then when I'm finished raping you you'll have nothing to cover your slutty body with, and you'll have to walk to your car naked." An evil smile spread across my face as I took my time tormenting her.
"P... P.... Please, please don't", her words turning into sobbing, "please don't do this to m... meeee....". I laughed wickedly. "Oh baby, I'm GOING to do it to you, nothing will stop that now. I'll tell you what though." I released her and stepped back, looking her sexy body up and down like a hungry animal eying its prey. "You strip for me, nice and slow and sexy, the way a whore like you knows exactly how to do, and I'll let you have your clothes once I'm through with you."
Her hands went to her own mouth in an effort to stifle the loud sobbing as tears streamed down her cheeks. "Pl... please... I can't..." She shook her head back and forth, closing her eyes tightly. I stepped back into her space, grabbing her by the shirt. "Fine then."
"WAIT! Okay, okay I'll do it, please.... please just... let me do it." One side of my face turned up in a smile as I stepped back again, watching her expectantly. "Take it off then. Nicely." She continued crying, trying to wipe the tears from her face. She glanced behind her again, looking through the clear glass. Anyone who walked by would be able to look up and see her naked body. But maybe... one of them would see she was in trouble and send help. Her trembling hands went to the buttons on her blouse, and with great difficulty she slowly undid each one one from top to bottom, allowing it to open and reveal a sexy lace bra that matched her panties.
My eyes slowly devoured her as the white blouse fell to the floor in a tiny heap. Her hands then went to her skirt, unzipping it and allowing it to fall to her ankles. She kicked it away along with her one remaining shoe. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her arms crossed her body as if trying to cover herself, still sobbing loudly.
"The rest of it." I snapped my fingers several times. "Let's go already. I won't wait any longer." She obeyed, reaching behind her with one hand and unclipping her bra, still holding it in place loosely over her large breasts, hesitating to remove it. Finally, she allowed it to drop away, turning her face away from me as if trying not to see my reaction.
I burst out laughing. Her large, firm breasts were covered with bruises and marks that had clearly been made by someone's teeth. "What's this! Hmmm?" She hid her face with one hand as her sobbing started again, her body shaking with nothing but a that tiny, wet thong covering her pussy. "Somebody likes to be bitten I see. Well I'm glad I know. Are these from your boyfriend, or just some other guy that you fucked?" She slowly shook her head in response.
"All right. Panties. NOW."
Her eyes didn't leave the wall as she slid her fingers down her side and under the band of her thong, slipping them down her slender legs to her ankles and stepping out of them. My cock bulged against my pants at the sight of her perfectly smooth cunt. "Oh my god Sasha." I shook my head as I looked her perfect naked body over. "My turn then, huh? Well? Aren't you going to watch? I know dirty sluts like you love to watch a man undress."
Her beautiful blue eyes moved back to me, her body shaking as she felt her naked ass against the cool glass behind her, watching as I took each piece of clothing off for her, trembling more each time one fell to the floor. Finally I pulled my hard shaft out for her to see, letting her eyes move to it, watching it throb slightly with each beat of my heart. Her knees weakened at the sight of it, her naked body sliding down the smooth glass to the floor as her chest heaved with renewed sobbing. "Pleeeeease... please don't do this to me..."
I stepped forward and bent down, grabbing both her wrists, and then planted them against the glass wall, her arms straightened above her head. I let my hard dick rub against her face, her nose, her lips, as she turned her head from one side to the other in an attempt to get away from it. "Come one now Sasha, I know a fucking slut like you just loves sucking cock. You've probably been imaging having me in your mouth the whole day, imaging all the pleasure you could give me with your mouth. So be a good girl, and open it up."
She squeezed her eyes shut again, moaning as the tears dripped off her chin. Her mouth opened slightly and she relaxed her jaw, trying to will it open. I found the opening and thrusted into her, forcing it the rest of the way open with my hard cock. She knelt there, wrists pinned against the glass above her head, allowing me to rape her limp mouth for a few minutes, moaning in protest and gagging slightly every time the head of my shaft dipped into her throat. "Alright, enough of that. Now suck it properly."
A muffled "uh-uhhhh" left her mouth as she shook her head. I quickly pulled out and slapped her sharply on the cheek. "OUCH!" I slapped her again. "OOOWWWW! *sob* OKAY!" I offered my dick to her again and she accepted it this time, wrapping her lips around it tightly and sucking it hard into her mouth. A long, low groan come out of my throat as I felt her putting her lips and tongue to work. "FFFFUUCK. Oh fuck... Sasha... you dirty little cunt. You really do know how to suck cock, don't you?" Her body shook but she continued giving me head without responding. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I pulled out of her mouth, making a loud *pop* as I broke the seal with her mouth. She looked surprised for a moment and then closed her mouth, swallowing hard.