The Hatchet Man

"Sylvia, you may or may not have a future with the company." Mr. King said as he continued his cock slid into her mouth. He was in a slow rhythm now, Sylvia's red lips lubricating his shaft with her saliva. "The fact is how you perform now will have a lasting effect on if you stay employed or if you find yourself in prison for embezzlement."

Sylvia's eyes bulged as his cock was thrust into her mouth. She tried to speak but the thick shaft acted as a gag turning anything she was going to say into a muffled gurgle. Almost choking on his dick, Sylvia breathed heavily through her nose. She hadn't even taken half his cock into her mouth but his bulbous head was pressing against the back of her throat. She was pressing her tongue hard against the bottom of his cock trying to keep it from going deeper.

"Currently," Mr. King continued "I have a bitch to suck my cock. I'd like to give you this position but I have to be sure you're up for the job. Are you willing to try." Sylvia answered but it was muffled. Mr. King pulled his cock out of her mouth and she gasped for breath. He let her take a few lungfuls of air and then pressed his question again. "Well?"

"Look, um..." Sylvia stalled, totally lost and unsure how to handle a man who was blatantly face fucking her.

"Kneel on the table." Mr. King ordered. Without hesitating, Sylvia placed one knee, and then the other on her table.

"Sit up straight, put your hands on your thighs." Mr. King ordered. Sylvia sat on her feet and straightened her back. Her hands going to her thighs.

Mr. King reached over and took a hold of her blouse, ripping it off her in a shower of buttons that clattered to the floor. Her red bra matched her panties. "Take off the bra." Mr. King ordered. Deftly, Sylvia reached behind her and undid the clasp with a snap of her fingers, then she wiggled her shoulders allowing the straps to slide of her. Soon her lovely breasts were hanging free.

"Now," Mr. King said sternly "suck my cock, slut. Suck it as if you want the job."

Sylvia looked at the monster shaft erect before her. She had sucked a few cocks before but nothing like this. Ted was not even half this size. She reached up and gripped the base of his shaft. It felt like the railing on her staircase it was so hard! Slowly she took his tip into her mouth allowing her lips to press against him.

"This is weak." Mr. King said. "You have to act like you want it."

Sylvia tried to intensify what she was doing, but the size of the cock was still boggling her mind. Her mouth was wide open, yet his shaft was still pressing against her teeth, and her tongue barely had room to move. She had only taken half his length into her mouth and she didn't think she could fit anymore.

"Have you ever been fucked, Sylvia." Mr. King asked. Sylvia looked up while she sucked on him, a puzzled look on her face. "I don't mean sex." Mr. King continued. "I mean absolutely fucked. So fucked that your whole body trembles. So completely fucked that you can't even move when it's over. So fucked that you almost lose consciousness."

Sylvia felt panicked and excited at the same time. She had completely stopped sucking on Mr. King and just looked up at him with his cock in her mouth. She was curious but she wasn't sure she wanted to find out first hand what he was talking about.

Suddenly Mr. King pulled out of her mouth, and with the same movement took her by the hair and yanked her off the table. Sylvia let out a startled scream and her arms stretched out to break her fall. Mr. King held her hair tight and her fall never came. Instead he drug her off the table by her hair, her body semi-rigid like a wolf cub being carried by its mother.

Mr. King got her on the floor and began giving instruction. "On your elbows bitch. Point that ass up, and bring your knees under you." Sylvia obeyed and as she did she felt his large hands gripping and tearing into her pantyhose. She could hear the popping of nylons and could feel the tearing as he made a hole to fuck her through.

Once he had made room in her panty hose, Mr. King pulled her panties aside and exposed her wet pussy. He brought his shaft up and pressed against her slick pussy lips. Slowly he penetrated and Sylvia gripped her carpet. She had never felt a cock so large. With deft movements, Mr. King worked his shaft in and out, moving in deeper each time and allowing her wet cunt to lubricate his shaft.

Sylvia let out a deep moan and pressed her chest to the floor. Just when she thought he was in deep, he suddenly thrust the entire length of his cock into her cunt. Letting out a sharp squeal, Sylvia tried to move away from him, but he took her by the hair, yanking her head back. With a fistful of her hair, Mr. King reached down and gripped her right ankle. Holding her ankle up so that her knee was the only part of her right leg on the ground, he began thrusting. The power of his thrusts rocked Sylvia's body. Her breasts bounced and gyrated with violence his loins smacked into her ass.

Sylvia tried to temper the power of his thrusts but with her head immobilized by his grip and her leg held fast, all she could do was bite her lip as he fucked her. She had never been taken so hard and the sensation of his huge cock slamming into her, ramming her cervix and smashing her G spot started to overwhelm her senses. She couldn't feel the floor beneath her anymore.

Sylvia could only feel his cock, pulling almost all the way out so that only his bulbous head was still in her. Then with a force that redefined what the word thrust meant to Sylvia, his shaft plunged into her until his ball sack smacked into her clit. This was repeated with such speed that Sylvia thought her pussy would ignite from the friction.

Abruptly, Mr. King pulled out of Sylvia. As he stood he held onto her hair, forcing her to twist and sit up on her knees. Sylvia let out an open mouthed gasp and halfway through her exhale he stuffed his cock into her mouth. Sylvia clamped her lips around his cock and her hands again moved to his thighs trying to hold him back.

"I think you'll do nicely." Mr. King said as Sylvia choked on his cock. "I'll have Sylvia sort you out with a new wardrobe. You start first thing in the morning."