Making Her Mine Pt. 01

It was somewhat late at night and I was alone, with just my vibrator and my mind to keep my company. I grinded it on my clit, suppressing moans as it shook my pussy area. It felt so good...I can't wait to see how good a cock feels inside me. I was still a virgin, just gotta wait until I meet the right guy...awkward highschoolers are not the right guy. I reached back in an attempt to put a finger or two in my ass to widen it out. I loved the feeling of my ass being filled, I really wanted to buy a butt plug sometime. It would make my fantasies of being collared, bound, gagged, with a butt plug tail in my ass just a little bit more real.

I thought about a few things as I held the vibrator on my cunt, the most overpowering of them all was being forced on my hands and knees by a faceless man and fucked raw from behind. He choked me with one hand and groped my tits with the other, holding his mouth close to my ear and telling me how fucking dirty I was and how I deserved nothing more than to be his stupid sex pet. Shaming me, humiliating me, hurting me, it went on like that for a few minutes in my head before I came hard. I felt my pussy tighten and tense up as I shook and felt pleasure wash over me. I wanted that in real life, so, so bad. But at least my vibrator got rid of the feeling for a little bit. I hid my vibrator where my family wouldn't find it and meaninglessly started scrolling on my phone.

"Charlotte!"

Fuck, my family calling for me, ugh.

"Okay, coming," I yelled back.

Well, actually, I already did.

* * *

I felt okay when the weekend ended. Back to work, I guess? As soon as I sat down at my desk I saw Charlotte walk past on the far wall and into her air conditioned, furnished, private...office. In an instant my mood crashed down. I just didn't understand why I failed. The next minute, she walked out and into Mr. Bell's office just a few doors down. Damn, out of all the three floors this company controlled, I had to be put on the same one as her and him, huh? Just my luck.

Why does she have to see him so early in the morning anyways? What the hell is there to talk about? I bet she's just fucking flaunting herself to him. What's she gonna be next, CEO? Maybe they're fucking? If I was in a powerful position I could be the one to do that..

Not to her, obviously, but it would be nice to be in a dominant position over a female coworker...or a normal female. Fuck. Distractions.

I tried my best to focus on work for the first few hours, but I continued to have my mind invaded with dumb fantasies. In particular, the one from Friday that I came from. Being in a dominant position over a woman, having her completely at my disposal, controlling her every whim both inside and outside of the bedroom, it all sounded so perfect. My cock thought so too, as my boner barely shrunk at all throughout the first half of my day.

I grew increasingly more agitated seeing Charlotte pop around to everyone's desks, handing them copies of God-Knows-What, making sweet little conversations, for some reason she kept going to the bathroom too. I hated it. She stayed her distance from me ever since our conversation on her first day, smiling at me occasionally and looking away quickly after. By noon my leg was bouncing from anxiety like mad, I knew I had to do something. I saw her walk into her office. Now's my chance. I hurriedly stood up and went to knock on her door.

* * *

I had just sat down at my desk when I heard a knock. Damnit. I wanted to look at kinky stuff on my phone now that I was finally alone...whatever. I had felt an intense arousal all day for some weird reason. I know from my numerous bathroom trips I was really wet today for some reason. I called for them to come in, and then looked to see who it was. Jace. Great.

"Hey, Charlotte, may I have a word?"

"Of course, please have a seat" I said, motioning to the chair in front of my desk. He sat down and leaned forward. Even sitting down, he still looked tall and intimidating. I got distracted by the width of his shoulders as I was briefly reminded of how wide Mr. Bell was in all of my fantasies...and in reality, too.

"I wanted to discuss what happened last week and apologize for my words. It was uncalled for me to say those things to you on your first day."

I wasn't expecting that. I shifted a little bit and looked him in the eye.

"Oh! Well, thank you. That means a lot you'd say that to me. I've been working hard, and I hope you can adjust to me being in this position soon."

"Mhm. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I was a bit crass before, but I think maybe you'd be better suited for a job meant for a college graduate instead of an experienced employee. We can go talk to Mr. Bell about it if you agree. You can have my job, and I'll take yours. I'm sure you'll be able to do that work easier than this one's." He leaned back and rested his ankle on top one of his knees. That...cunt! He was just going to outright tell me to change positions? And to give him my job? No fucking way.

"I-I believe you're mistaken" I said, my voice cracking. "I was hired for this position for whatever reason Mr. Bell thought was adequate, and I intend to keep it and become an excellent executive for this department. I think it's quite rude of you to suggest I move positions just to make you feel better."

I saw his face twitch. He was growing more upset. "No, I don't think you understand, Ms. Scott. I, like many others here, have been working our asses off for over a decade, and for what? Some young brat out of highschool to take a non entry-level position on a whim? It's ridiculous behavior on Mr. Bell's part, and I don't think you should be working in this building at all. I urge you to resign."

What was his fucking plan? To bully me into quitting? Everyone else liked me here!

"I won't resign. I'm a good worker. I think you need to remember your position, I'm your superior right now! I could...fire you!" I don't think I could fire him. But maybe it would scare him?

A disgusting smile spread across what I thought was a handsome face. "Fire me? You don't have the authority. I know the requirements and the duties of this position, front to back. The only power you have is to submit someone's name for review. You can't fire, suspend, or punish anyone. You have no real fucking power."

I felt a weird tingle up my spine from that last sentence. What do I even say now? Strangely I did well in arguments, my mouth summoned up words before I even thought of them.

"Well then, Mr. Roberts. Maybe I will submit your name-"

"It's Robinson. You can at least get my name right, bitch."

"I'm sorry, what did you call me?"

"Did you not hear me, slut? Get my fucking name right. Can you even do that job right?" He was standing now, both his hands flat on my desk leering over me. I swallowed quickly and stood up to meet his tall figure. Even in my platform heels, I was small.

"You asshole. What the fuck is your problem, huh? Why are you so upset that I have this position?"

"They gave a higher paying, more difficult job to some stupid slut out of highschool. Why wouldn't I be pissed? A girl like you should be working in a fucking strip club, at the very most."

Why was everything with him some sexual slur?

"I think I get it now, you're just upset that a 19 year old girl got a job even a grown man couldn't manage to get. Pretty fucking sad you've been working here for 15 years, since I was fucking four, and you can't even get promoted. Are you just that untalented? Maybe you're bad at your job!" Wow, I say 'fuck' a lot when I'm mad.

"Bitch!"

"Asshole!"

I was completely fuming by now. My cheeks were hot, I had begun to sweat, and every vein was pulsing and throbbing. Everywhere, even between my legs. I quickly tried to shut that area down mentally, when Jace sat down. He held his head in his hands for a few moments, staring at the ground. He exhaled.

"Fine...I'm sorry. I wanted the executive job for years, I handed in my resume, and I didn't get it. I don't know why. I don't get why you got it over me. Probably because you're pretty or something," he mumbled. What was that?

"I just...want that job. Please, can I do something for it?"

I sat back down, adjusting my skirt. This skirt really was too short, but it was leather and I liked it a lot so I forced myself to wear it...now's not the time to worry about my outfit. Not like I wanted to impress Jace...did I? I didn't know what to say to him.

"I mean...even if I quit or something, do you even think you'd get the job?"

"I'm not sure but I feel as if he would have chosen me if you hadn't interviewed. Can you put in a good word for me if there was another position that opened up or something? I don't want to be in this same job forever. I don't know what to do anymore. I feel like my one opportunity was squandered because of you."

He seemed utterly defeated. He had such warm blue eyes as he looked at the ground, bouncing his leg. I did that too a lot when I was anxious. His trouser fabric bunched as his leg moved, forming around one particular area. Was he hard? No, I shouldn't be looking at strangers' crotches. But I wanted to. Something he said earlier flashed in my mind. I looked down nervously.

"Did you uh, say I was pretty earlier?"

He looked up. "What? Oh, I think so. Mr. Bell probably hired you because you looked nice or something."

I rested my head on my hands, now bouncing my leg too. "Do you think I have a-a chance with him?"

He looked up at me sharply. "What did you say?"

"Oh, I'm not sure. I really like him. He's a nice man."

Jace leaned back in his chair, leaning his cheek on one of his hands. "Did you maybe want me to ask him something for you? In exchange for a recommendation?"

That sounded like a good idea. But what if he was too obvious? Was he just going to tell Mr. Bell I liked him and wanted him to touch me- wait, I'd only been working here a week. That would be weird! I'm not going to let some douche who hates me control my possible relationship pursuits. I'll go after my hot boss myself.

"N-No, that's alright. I'll do things, uhm, myself. But you want a recommendation?" I squeezed my legs together, just thinking about my manager touching me got me really bothered, I hated it.

"Yes. It would mean something coming from you, I think. Then I might be able to attain the position I want someday. Is there anything you want from me for it? I'll be out of your hair, then."

Ahh, fuck. I hated trying to focus on work all horny. Is there anything you want from me for it? His words rang in my mind as I tried to think. I got a bad feeling in my stomach. My judgement clouded as I opened my mouth. "Y-You can kiss my ass for it."

* * *

What the fuck was she trying to pull now?

"I'm- just, what?"

"L-Like you can eat me and lick me out...uhm, sexually. And it'll be our secret. I'll do the thing for you then."

I tried to analyze the situation. Her face was red, she refused to look me in the eye, her entire body almost looked like it was shaking. I'd give her...oral sex...in exchange for a recommendation? We were in her private office, with a lock on the door. I was single, lonely, and an attractive female just offered me something I wanted in exchange to lick her out?

"Fine. How did you want to do this?"

She seemed shocked by my answer and stood up shakily. "I uhm, don't want to lay down, can you like, lay down and I get on top?"

"You want to sit on my face? Sure." My cock was practically bursting through my pants at this point. How was this happening? I walked over next to her desk and sat down on the ground.

She hesitated. "W-Wait...I don't know what I'm doing. I didn't meant that. I...I'm confused. I've been feeling a lot of emotions lately, and I have this new job and you hate me and it stresses me out, and I don't...know what I'm doing." She looked down. I liked how her hair fell around her face.

I adjusted myself on the ground. "What do you want, right now? On impulse, don't think about your answer?" I learned that trick from an old psyche course in college. Usually the first answer is the truth.

"I-I want to feel good. Happy. Sexually." Charlotte's arm looked like it was shaking.

I sat up a bit straighter. "Okay. I'm all for this. Here, you can push your...self, against my face, and use my face as a chair and I'll hold your legs against my chest so you don't have to kneel on the ground over me."

"A-Alright!" She took off her heels, then peeled off her panty hose, then...a black thong? Adorable. I knew she was a little slut. Once she had finished taking everything off under her skirt, I realized how short she was without her heels. I snickered.

"W-What is it?" She looked back at me, looking frightened.

"Nothing, you're short without your heels. It's cute."

"S-Shut up!"

Aww. Embarrassed. I had a thing for that too...but her legs. As she stood laying her heels, pantyhose, and thong on her desk, I let my eyes wander. A tight white blouse on her chest, a short leather skirt framing a nice ass and those pale, milky white thighs. Perfect. As she walked back over to me I got a glimpse of a nice pink pussy.

My mind flashed back to my fantasy I had the previous weekend. Fuck. Who knew I'd be about to eat her out just the next business day? Shame she wasn't bound and on her knees. But why was I about to eat out a girl who I've hated since I've known her? What was going on with me...no, what was going on with her?

"Okay, I'm er-ready."

"Fine."

She stood in front of me, nervous and almost shaking. Has she even done this before? I was getting excited, and I grabbed her legs and spread them, pulling her on my face and almost making her fall. She gasped as my mouth connected to her soft, warm cunt. I could tell she was almost completely shaven as my tongue felt her everywhere. I didn't even have time to look at her pussy before I started eating it. She moaned and pushed against me as my tongue flicked over her clit and along the lines of her silky walls. I pushed my tongue up, up, until I made contact with her slit. She was really wet, and tasted amazing. I forced my tongue inside of her to get more of whatever wetness I could find. Oh...who cares about her reasons behind this right now. I'm just too horny to care.

She slowly began to open her legs more and more as she pushed herself onto me. My hands rested and slowly grabbed her thighs, gripping them, stroking them, I love a nice pair of thighs to hold. So soft. I began lapping at her lips more violently, going from the top of the clit up to the very end of her pussy. Her breathing grew more desperate the longer I did that.

"Mhm, you like that?" I mumbled against her as I kept licking. I didn't think I'd be doing this today...what the hell even is my life?

"F-Fuck! Yes. You're so, so good at this," she tried to whisper, her voice cracking several times.

I was growing more desperate for more of her.

"Spread your legs" I breathed against her cunt. "Are you fucking shy? Do you not do this often?" I moved my hands up to her lips and used my thumbs to spread them more. I pulled back for a moment to admire this perfect, glistening, pink pussy.

"No, never like this!" She started moaning softly over and over as she shifted her legs farther apart. I went back to licking.

I didn't know a pussy could taste so sweet. I was really enjoying doing this, forget the recommendation. I grabbed her thighs more firmly and pulled her even closer on my face. I noticed she tried to keep her noises as soft as she could for fear of being found out. She began to hump my face more violently the faster I went. Her whimpers were soft and heavenly. Besides them, the only sound was the sound of just how wet her cunt was from my mouth.

My cock kept growing tighter in my pants, I couldn't resist and had to pull down my zipper. Even if I didn't take it out, my underwear had a way bigger ability to stretch around it. Fuck, how badly I wanted to use it on her. Fuck her, mark her, make her scream right now, claim her. Charlotte...I think I was attracted to her. Or maybe I was just attracted to the thought of her body and her job belonging to me.

What was I thinking? Either way, I decided to do something bold, I moved my hands up from her thighs to start groping her ass.

Charlotte gasped hard as I did, following it with a loud moan. "Ooohh fuck!"

Did she like this? I grabbed her ass more violently, occasionally giving it some hard smacks while my tongue circled her clit. Her noises grew louder and more frequent as I did, I think she was really enjoying this. As she thrusted against my face harder, my hand made its way to her asshole as I started fingering it.

"Oh shit yes!" She couldn't help but let out a small scream as I started pushing my digit in. I couldn't help but wish my finger was my cock and I could just fuck her in the ass right here...

I continued pushing my finger and in and out of her tight ass, her breathy moans matching the rhythm of my hand thrusts. I was getting cocky and decided to try and shove in another finger, wouldn't budge. I'll get this fucker in if it's the last thing I do. I took my finger out and she yelped, and I quickly replaced it with my mouth. I tongued and licked her asshole from base to top a few times while she grinded against my face once more.

All I could hear besides my own mouth was her moaning through her hand over and over, attempting to mask the sounds she couldn't keep in. It only made my cock harder listening to her breathe like a desperate whore, and I hated her a bit for that. After I had adequately lubed up her ass with my mouth, I attempted to shove two fingers at once inside her. Charlotte gasped as I did, and I slowly but surely shoved them all the way in to my knuckles. Her hips started swinging faster, and I felt her ass trying to pull my fingers in more and more. I was breathing heavy now too, my cock needed release from all of this visual stimulation. I couldn't take it anymore. This sexy young bitch thrusting herself on my fingers like such a good hooker as if her life depended on it...fuck it. I have a job where the work is too easy for me, I'm single, one may even say depressed nowadays...I have nothing left to lose. Not in this moment.

"You know what, Charlotte? Fuck the recommendation." She made a guttural noise like she was about to respond, but was shut up with another moan once I tore my fingers out of her ass. I shoved her to the ground on her hands and knees, and took my cock out. This was it.

* * *

It all happened so fast. His tongue, his fingers, then he started fingering that sweet spot in my ass and I was just lost in bliss...suddenly I was on the ground.

What's going on now? What is he- FUCK!

He wrapped his arms around my chest, his fingers finding the opening of my blouse and ripping it open. I heard the sickening snap as I felt buttons fly off. What does he think he's doing? I was about to yell when he started tearing my blouse off and down my arms behind me - just to stop. I felt him fiddling with it around my hands, and I snapped out of the daze I was in and tried to rip my arms away from him.

I couldn't move.

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

He sneered down at me. "What do you think? Tying your hands. There. Try and move."

I exhaled and tried to take my hands out from behind my back to no avail. How had he so quickly secured them with just my shirt? I felt panic rise in my chest as I realized the situation I was in.

My pussy was dripping, my ass was wet, I was only wearing a skirt that had been rolled up long ago, my legs bare, and my shirt now torn and tied around my hands. My tits hung down only supported by my white bra.