tagNonConsent/ReluctanceOverpowered at the Office Ch. 03

Overpowered at the Office Ch. 03

byBellie444©

Sandra was having difficulty wrapping her head around the situation. It had been a long time since she'd done what he was asking, and even then it was for her boyfriend at the time, a guy she had dated for a while. She didn't know Simon beyond work, and at present he was even less than a colleague, he was a total stranger.

What was she supposed to do? He stood over her expectantly, completely disregarding the mute-appeal in her eyes.

"Come on, Sandra," he cajoled. "You chose this, remember?" He checked his watch and it glinted evilly in the room's yellow light. "We don't have all night. Get going."

Although he would have preferred a more seductive setting, even romance, he couldn't afford to show affection or weakness at this stage. Then she would know he cared about her, and he needed her to learn not to question him. That, and he was becoming rather desperate to ease his cock.

Hesitantly Sandra clambered up from her sitting position, onto her knees and reached for his belt. It was thick black leather, reminding her of an old horror movie with a serial-killer who strangled his victims with his belt after raping them. Shaking off the morbid thought, she tried to concentrate on her task. After she unbuckled his belt she flinched as he whipped it from his trousers to assist her.

'How kind of him to help,' she thought sarcastically, unlocking the catch on his grey suit-pants and pulling his underwear down to release him. Simon's large cock burst forward as though it had been confined in too small a space, and as she stared at it she believed that was definitely the case.

It seemed to strain toward her, thick and heavy with arousal, as though it knew she was its source of pleasure. She could hear his uneven breathing, and noticed how his body trembled slightly. Both his hands positioned themselves on the cabinet similarly to when he first cornered her, supporting himself in preparation for what was to come.

"Listen carefully, Sandra," he breathed, shifting his feet in his excitement. "At first, you're going to suck me with your eyes closed. I'll tell you when to open them. I want to hear everything - sucking and moaning. Close your eyes like you're sucking a straw on a chocolate milkshake, none of that 'squinting shut' crap you pulled in our kiss. And when I tell you to open your eyes, you're gonna be looking at me with moons and stars in them. Now, go!"

Using the image of rape at his hands to motivate her, Sandra began her task, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, and grasping his thigh with the other for support. His cock felt hot in her hand and was large in girth, not practical-joke big, but enough for her to know her mouth would be stretched to its limit. Before she could prevent the thought, she pictured a python swallowing an antelope whole.

Cursing her imagination, she felt her jaw stretch as wide as possible, she slowly slid her lips over the head, and he gasped in ecstasy. It was much easier to close her eyes than keep them open. She didn't want to see his cruel, handsome face watching her degradation. Absolutely she wanted to bite his dick off.

But remembering 'option one', Sandra got on with it, rhythmically pumping the base of his shaft with her hand and using her tongue on the underside as she sucked, tracing the veins, tasting his musky male scent, feeling the velvety texture of him as her mouth was filled with a mix of cock, saliva and pre-cum.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, like a whore.

"Oh, God, Sandra," he groaned, "that feels amazing. You're so good at this."

Sandra's cheeks burned in embarrassment. How dared he tell her she was a good cocksucker?

Without realising it himself, Simon started making small thrusts with his hips. He couldn't help it, he was only half-way in and her little wet mouth on his cock made him feel like King of the world. In his pleasure he very nearly forgot the most important part of his plan. Opening his eyes and looking down at her, he almost blew his wad.

Her eyes were closed as though she was in the midst of an orgasm, her long dark lashes adding to the effect. Her cute pink lips stretched obscenely around his cock, making slurpy sucking sounds. He watched half his cock, all that could fit, disappear into her mouth again and again, shiny with her saliva and his pre-cum. The corners of her hot lips were wet with fluids, which began to seep out and edge down her chin as she pumped him in and out. Her moans vibrated right down his shaft to his balls, and the sound of her ragged breathing drove him wild. He couldn't last much longer.

Quickly, Simon slipped one hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Though he doubted she would notice, he held it toward the back of him, out of her line of sight. Unlocking the keypad, with shaking fingers he selected the camera option, and aimed it at Sandra.

Sandra had no idea what he was doing. She felt his body shift when he took one hand off the cabinet but the other remained, still supporting him.

'Just get through this,' she thought. 'Once he gets what he wants you can leave.' These thoughts replayed in her mind until Simon spoke.

After filming her enthusiastically milking him like a two-dollar hooker, he decided to take things up a notch.

"You love my cock, don't you?" he panted, making sure the camera scanned the top of her head, before capturing her face.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned in agreement.

He took his other hand off the cabinet and ran his fingers through her curls, tightening them into a fist.

"Oh, yeah. That's it," he said thickly. "How much do you love it? You've never sucked such a big juicy dick before, have you?" he taunted.

'I'm going to fucking kill him,' she thought, but she played his game. She nodded her head eagerly to everything he said, humming in assent, driving him wild as her head continued to bob back and forth.

Things were going so much better than Simon could have imagined. He had barely enough time to slip the phone back into his pocket. He wanted to last longer, use her wet mouth to pleasure his balls, but after the buildup of excitement it was impossible. 'Definitely next time', he thought to himself.

He slid his other hand through her hair, tilting her head up with both hands, gently but firmly pulling her forward to take more of him in her mouth. Scared he would blow too quickly, he held her head still and stopped his thrusting.

"Open your eyes," he groaned. "Do it now."

Even though she initially agreed to it, Sandra ignored him. Never in her life had she felt so humiliated. She couldn't look at him at that moment, she just couldn't.

Simon exhaled heavily, trying to calm his body and hold off his orgasm. He needed her to watch him, to fully appreciate the situation. With her head tilted upwards he leaned forward and his cock nudged at the entrance to her throat, making her eyes fly open in horror.

"That's it, baby," he breathed, feeling a new thrill rush through him as they locked eyes, "isn't that better?" He slid a little deeper into her throat, in and out. "Oh, God, that's so good. Breathe through your nose, sweetheart. Don't look away! Good girl...eyes on me, don't you shut your fucking eyes! Use your tongue... Oh, yes!"

Sandra kept sucking as best she could, but she was no longer pretending to enjoy it, and Simon was beyond caring - she was watching and that was enough. He felt invincible with this beautiful woman at his feet, on her knees just for him, pumping his dick into her mouth, desperately staring with those big gorgeous puppy eyes. At that moment, he owned her, she belonged to him. Approaching climax, he had to release one hand from her hair and lean against the cabinets.

"Ohhhh shit!" he gasped, pulling out of her throat and poking around her mouth, savouring the moist, warm environment magically massaging his dick. "Oh, fuck! Oh, Sandra! Oh, FUCK!"

Sandra knew what was coming and squealed around his cock as she felt it jolt and stiffen in her mouth. Then out spurted several streams of cum, choking her, coating her tongue, teeth and gums. She desperately tried to pull back but he anticipated this, and quickly added his other hand to grasp her head tightly, dropping his forehead onto the cabinets in his relief.

"Take it all, Sandra," he said thickly. "Swallow, baby. Taste me. Do I taste good?"

He pulled out a little so he could dribble his last shots right onto her tongue, then he pushed deeper again, nudging the fluids around her mouth and down her throat. This caused Sandra to whine around his cock in protest, making him shiver with pleasure as she stimulated his now very sensitive dick.

Even though he was spent, Sandra's mouth still felt amazing. A thrill went through his whole body remembering how her cheeks suddenly expanded when he filled her mouth with cum. He slowly eased in and out a few more times, savouring the remnants of his orgasm, making sure he'd pumped out everything he had to give.

Sandra still watched him like he ordered, waiting for him to release her. With her mouth still plugged she shuddered as she was forced to swallow more or choke on it, and some inevitably escaped the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin.

"I know what you're thinking," Simon grinned weakly, "that was one impressive load, right? That's because I saved it for you." Still holding her steady, he caressed her cheek with his thumb as he spoke, and she tried to jerk her head away angrily.

"You know, you're so fucking sexy," he said, shaking his head in disbelief, not wanting the moment to end. "My dick in your mouth. That look really suits you."

Finally he released her, but very deliberately, taking as long as possible to slide his cock out of her mouth. It was still swollen, semi-hard. As soon as it pulled out Sandra turned away, wiping her mouth and trying to spit out anything she hadn't had to swallow. Simon fixed his pants and began to hook his belt through the loops on his trousers.

"That was incredible, thank you," he sighed, stepping back so she had room to stand. He held out his hands to pull her up. "Come on, we need to talk," he said.

Sandra clenched her teeth and stared daggers at him, not believing he had the audacity to thank her. What was there to talk about? How much he'd enjoy prison? The taste of him still coated the whole inside of her mouth.

Her knees were a bit dusty, her hair needed tidying, but apart from that her appearance wasn't too dishevelled. Her clothes were in tact and all traces of cum had been wiped away by her hands. Putting aside the thought that her hands were coated in his juices, she ignored his reach and pulled herself up using the cabinets, not wanting to touch him.

"You fucking bastard," she spat, and her voice vibrated with fury. "That was the worst experience of my life. You're disgusting. I thought you were a decent human being but you're filth. I can't think of anything bad enough to describe you!"

Not looking at him, she hastily put on her misplaced shoe and tried to run around him, but he blocked her.

"Not so fast, Sandra," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "We're not finished."

"You promised me I could leave!" she cried, shaking his hand off her. "Don't touch me! You'll never get to touch me again! I hope you think of me when you're being ass-fucked in prison!"

"Now that's not a nice thing to say to a lover," Simon returned. "You really seemed to enjoy giving me head, didn't you?"

"Lover?! We're not lovers! You forced me!" she yelled. "It was that, or rape! I never-" she broke off abruptly, standing frozen like a statue, as Simon pulled out his phone and played his latest recording.

"I think this bit is my favourite," said Simon casually, as though commenting on an oil painting. Then he laughed. "Ok, I lie. I can't pick which part I love most, I love every second of it equally."

Sandra couldn't believe what she was seeing. The speakers on Simon's phone were A-grade, and the audio blared throughout the room as the assault played back.

"You love my cock, don't you?"

"Mmmmmm! Mmmm...mmmm!"

Simon deftly flicked the phone back into his pocket as Sandra raised both hands to her cheeks in horror.

"You filmed it!" she screamed.

"I did," he grinned. "And before you get ideas about deleting it from my phone, which you'd have to get a hold of first, I've already emailed it to myself."

From his great height, dark eyes glinting in the room's dim light, he appeared more sinister than ever.

"So you see, we are lovers," he said slowly. "I have every intention of getting to know you...very intimately."

"Oh, my God." Sandra shook her head, hands still on her cheeks. No-one would credit her story now. How could she have been such a fool? How did her world turn into a nightmare?

"It's a little late," Simon joked, "but I'll take it." He winked at her. "Don't worry, next time I'll make sure you orgasm."

His flicked his wrist again to check the time. "Oops, it actually is getting late. Come on, I'll give you a ride home."

Sandra dropped her hands and backed into the cabinets. "No, I'll make my own way home."

"It wasn't an offer," he replied smoothly. "You're going to accept my ride. My memory isn't the greatest, but I do recall over our pizza, you said your car is at the mechanics. And since you kindly stayed back to oblige me, it's my duty to see you home safe."

It was surreal for Sandra, having this conversation with Simon of all people. Simon, the guy who didn't talk much, who rarely cracked jokes. Now he was doing a lot of talking, completely at ease with her despite what had just happened. It was as though he felt they were much closer now. Hands lightly resting on his hips, smiling at her, he looked almost normal.

"I am a gentleman, you know," he said.

This was too much for Sandra. "Just leave me alone, you sick fucker!" she shrieked, slamming a fist into the cabinets behind her.

The air left her lungs in surprise as Simon lunged forward. In a split second her face was held up to his in an iron grip. When he spoke, his voice was menacing.

"Don't you get it? I have footage of you sucking my dick. Not just willingly, lovingly. You know how many guys would love to see that video? Don't test me, Sandra. I've got nothing to lose here. No one could prove it's my dick, but they will most certainly recognise your pretty face wrapped around it."

Seeing the defeat in her eyes he smiled affectionately, and quickly pressed his mouth to hers before releasing his hold.

"Now, get your stuff and we'll get going." His face brightened. "I've always wanted to see where you live."

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