Yes Sir, I’ll do whatever you want Part 2

Chapter 3; I thought I would get revenge

I was so pissed and confused after that fuck session we had in his office I wanted revenge. After all I was a smart, successful, business woman. What the fuck was I doing? I hadn’t worked in a long time, but I could do anything I wanted and I was behaving like an uneducated fuck toy reporting to my pimp. Fuck that. But I had no idea what he had planned for me or I never would have even thought about doing anything to gain back the self control I had lost. I wasn’t even concerned with my boyfriend who definitely knew something kinky was up. I was so mad as I stomped up the granite steps of that office building.
I wore trousers and stockings underneath to spite him. It would serve until I could think of a plan to really piss him off. I wanted so badly to avoid the elevator and I decided to look for stairs. I couldn’t stand Frank touching me again. I took my fucking time and was at least twenty minutes late. Ha. The office was empty when I entered and I was ready to tell that fucker off.
I swung the door open to Gene’s office. He looked up surprised at my entrance. Looking at his watch he looked back to the couch where the most fucking gorgeous man I ever saw was reclining back. He had his hands behind his head, sprawled on the leather couch. He looked up at me with his piercing brown almost auburn eyes. He couldn’t have been more than 22. He lay back down. “Yep, that’ll work” He said expressionless tilting his head back to the ceiling. His short dirty blonde hair tousled all over his head, setting off his defined facial features. I could feel my face getting hot as I realized I was staring. He was the only executive I had seen with a lip piercing. He was scorching hot. I thought to myself he must be tough shit if he’s respected in stuffy offices of older, slowly decaying business men with a lip piercing. I noticed how both of these men looked very sexy in their expensive suits, well tailored and relaxed, daring me to assert myself.
“Miss Martin, this is Colin. He is one of our largest new accounts and a very important asset to this firm.”
I was expecting him to admonish me for my attire, untidiness, and tardiness. His tone was courteous today, but authoritative warning me in his own way of the punishment I would receive later. He was so fucking good at taking control of me. “You don’t need to stand there Miss Martin, grab a note pad and come back in here.”
What was this? Real office work? I was bewildered. For the next half hour I watched Colin’s perfect mouth dictate details for a huge unveiling party for new software he had designed to enhance recording digitally. I was becoming quickly obsessed with the idea of fucking this man. I looked him up and down over and over wondering how large he was. He caught me several times looking down at his pants. I imagined what it would be like to look up into his deep, daunting eyes as I suckled him. Mmmmm, I bet he tastes so fucking good. I could almost feel what I imagined his length to be sliding in and out of my wanting mouth. I imagined peeling off his suit a layer at a time, admiring his perfectly athletic body.
Just than I looked over to see Gene staring, grinning fiendishly at me. He knew.
“Colin has a favor to ask you, if you would be willing” I waited expectedly for Colin to offer himself to me, thinking Gene must have told him what I was hired to do there.
“I need someone to help me get my stag colleagues get dates. That’s not too much to ask I think.” Colin’s manner was cocky and pretentious. I loved it. He leaned back again closing his eyes without worrying about my response. He knew I would do whatever he wanted. He sat up suddenly. I didn’t realize how wet my pussy was as I quickly stood up too.
“I better go back to the hotel bro, I’m done after that plane ride” He looked at Gene with a soft smile that made my knees weak. I practically leaped to the door to help let him out. He ignored me, and motioned a wave to Gene. I watched as he left, staring at his ass. A fucking gorgeous piece of ass.
Gene broke out into laughter as I closed the door. I looked back frightened and confused.
“Why you little slut,” he continued to laugh through his words. His expression turned grave as he realized what was covering my body.
“What are you wearing? Come here. Turn around model this for me.” I walked to the center of the room and slowly turned in a circle. I didn’t care. I was ready for any punishment he could come up with. I thought.
“Mmmm….well I see your trying very hard to disobey me.” He got up from his executive looking chair and strutted over to me. He grabbed me by my waist with his strong hands and pulled me to his body. I felt his cock press against my leg. I shuddered, thinking of how he had humiliated me yesterday and how I remembered begging for his beautiful black dick. Maybe I really was just a slut waiting to for someone to release all that sexual energy. He slid his hand down the front of my trousers grabbing onto my thigh. He reached behind me and hit me hard behind my knee. My left side collapsed into his arms as he giggled at my powerlessness. He pulled me up right and in quickly unbuckled my pants. He pulled so hard on the zipper I heard a small rip. I looked a bit shocked, begging him with my eyes to be gentle.
He let my trousers fall to the floor down to my heels. He slowly reached his hand down to rub my clit. He massaged through my pantyhose. He used both hands to feel my butt cheeks than with one hand reached over to the heat between my thighs. My body responded without thought to the caresses and I closed my eyes feeling my pussy scent slowly fill the room again. “Ha, smelly bitch” He whispered in my ear. He slowly moved his hand down my thigh.
I moaned softly. “Mmmmm. Gene, Please.”
He spanked me hard sending a stinging sensation so violent it vibrated my spine.
“What’s my name?!”He berated.
“Fuck…….mmmm that hurt!!”I said indignantly.
He hit me again hard against my back side. I shrieked at little.
“Your name is Mr. Lamar….”
“Or…..”
“Uh….Sir?” I questioned.
“Your not sure?” He mocked.
“Please Mr. Lamar Don’t”
“Please….. the bitch says. Yes, please Miss Martin. Please stop forcing me to rape and humiliate you….yes please stop getting your filthy pussy so wet that I can smell your cunt when it leaks all over my pants” he snarled. He pulled away revealing a wet spot where my twat had been pressed against his dark black pants. He smirked.
He grabbed onto a part of my pantyhose, gripping the material in his closed fist and rubbing my supple nylon covered butt cheek with his other hand. A loud rrrrriiiiipppp fell on the rooms’ acoustics, when he tore a part of my pantyhose right off of my body.
“OOOOOWWwww…fuck!” I yelled. He let the material snap back to sting me again. “mmmm ouch…..” I said trying to rub myself and rid my leg of the pain. He ripped off more of the material from my thigh, pulling hard to strip my leg of the black nylon. I whimpered in pain. “Sir,……please” I begged with a silent expression of humiliation.
“Oh yes please the slut says again…..yes, beg me bitch.” He seized my body again. And whispered in my ear, “beg me bitch, I bet you would beg Colin too. He doesn’t want a whore like you. A whore who has fucked everyone and still begs for more cock…..”He giggled in my ear at his vulgarity. I tried to pull from his grasp, but he had me trapped tight. He seized the material on my other leg and pulled it away from my thick muscular thigh. My small waist stuck in between his arm and demanding body. He ripped the nylon from me again. I cried out. He stroked my naked flesh where the burn of the pantyhose had left me red. “I warned you not to wear anything that wasn’t short and slutty. I can see I’m going to have to really break you in. Mmmmm, yes, I will break you..…….Your sexy ass. Like a fuckin’ horse”.
He let me slightly fall to the floor as I sobbed a little bit, rubbing the pain away from my legs.
“Your lucky I don’t invite every staff member on this floor to have a turn at that tight gushing pussy.” He flicked on the television. I lifted my head from the floor trying to hide the tears. I didn’t want him to enjoy the satisfaction of upsetting me. My eyes went wide looking up at the screen where I saw myself bent over the desk wailing for him to fuck me as hard as he could.