Sexfight Aftermath

I walked from the lift on the 22nd floor. I turned left as that wing was where the A department so called because all my employees were Asian females was situated. I had started my business career in the late 80s brought up by as Gordon Gekko said in the movie Wall Street, "Greed is good." However, in the 2020s I was more like the Wolf of Wall Street, Jordan Belfort, as Donald Trump with a sharpie-signed Executive order had eliminated the Me-Too movement. Now it was money and sex are good.

My mind was distracted, filled with flashbacks of the sexfight between my Personal Assistant, Binh, and Diep, the challenger I had selected. They had fought for the position of my P.A. and number one sexfighter in the department. It had lasted far longer than most contests I had organised so I had a long list of favourite moment memories to replay.

I nodded as I passed the new intern, Vy. She was 18 and had a body a model or porn star would die for. After one look I had hired her, skills untested. Today was her third day as receptionist and like all newbies, she was starting at the bottom of the Corporate Women's World.

From this lowly starting point, she would wear her slut office wear and begin her journey towards extremely high salaries, no-limit credit cards, huge bonuses and first-class travel. A fair exchange for working under a boss like me, and I mean literally working under me in bed. But she like all other women similarly employed, would by simply pandering to their male bosses' wishes have the opportunity to leapfrog other female rivals and gain promotion.

It gave her and the others a chance to prove they were a better woman, not necessarily a better upper management worker, than their rival. However, I am not sure she knew this was the case and probably thought her job was a legitimate one she had obtained through her studies.

My watch showed 11 am, my usual arrival time, and I had to start working soon if I was to finish at my normal 3.00 pm. God, I was working too many hours each day and I made a mental note to arrive later or leave earlier or maybe work a 4-day week.

Binh my 25-year-old Vietnamese Personal Assistant sat in my expansive, modern office. Her looks and fucking of me and clients and in winning sexfight contests against my staff and in contests with rival firms were more responsible for her position than her business skills.

But I must keep you up to date. She sat at her desk with her appearance and clothes completely different to normal. Her confident, magazine-cover face was gone, replaced by a downcast appearance and eyes that were still red from crying all night. The shapeless garment she wore hung loosely on her 32B 23 33 body and replaced the skintight, nightclub wear she always wore. Her once meticulous makeup was now a bare face with no eye makeup. There was a very good reason for this. And that reason was Diep.

Diep entered my office in true corporate slut-wear. The expensive material of her tailored, made to fit ultra-short, pleated miniskirt, and semi-transparent blouse clung to her body. True her 30A 21 32 figure did not match Binh's, but it did not matter. She had claimed victory before me in the long office sexfight contest yesterday with the younger Binh. The same one I had been replaying in my mind on the way to my office. Her 35-year-old body, balanced on 4-inch heels, though not as eye-catching as Binh's, displayed her slim, taut body to its best. Everything about her showed a newfound confidence that proclaimed victory.

Yes, Diep, after her victory over Binh, was now my P.A. and number one in my department and was in my office this morning to claim her territory. Her blouse was sheer enough to display her tits, which were pushed up by a bra that supported and covered only the under third. Two hard nipples faced me. Binh's eyes narrowed at the sight of Diep's transformation, but Diep didn't seem to notice or care. She strutted around the office with her hips swaying in a way that suggested she meant business. Business that was bad for Binh, I suspected.

As she walked the pleats of Diep's mini skirt swayed around the tops of her thighs enough for me to see she wasn't wearing a thong. Her outfit was based on the standard corporate attire that all women in my department wore, but as the number one hers was more extreme. A glance at the glass door showed me a reflection of the skirt rising and falling to display the taut curves of her arse cheeks. If it was her intent on her first day as P.A. to make me horny, she had succeeded.

She turned and strode to Binh's desk and my cock hardened as a worried Binh watched Diep approach. Diep noticed it too, knowing full well it was the first sign of surrender from Binh and that there would be no immediate challenge from Binh.

Why was Binh at work today? Why had she not quit, you ask? There were two reasons. First, the pay and benefits were too good to throw away and start at a lower level with another firm. More important was the second. Binh hoped in the near future she would earn a chance to challenge and defeat Diep and regain the position she had held for 18 months.

"Boss, I believe it's time for Binh to fulfil her part of the sexfight loss before we shift her out of your office and into L section." L section was comprised of the losers, the lowest and the learners.

I nodded my agreement as she knew I would. Binh looked at me with resentment, but she knew the rules. Defeat gave the winner the right to use the loser. She had accepted the rules and lost, and with that loss came the price she would now pay. She tried one last gesture of resistance striding over to Diep with an exaggerated swing of her hips and leant forward, pressing out her bigger tits, offering them up in a silent challenge. Diep, unfazed, took a step closer. She knew it was a last desperate bluff but she had the victor's rights and was going to use them to break Binh.

Binh capitulated as Diep knew she would and backed down mumbling out the words, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make sure you understand your place," Diep confidently replied and my fuck meat grew in hope.

Moving quickly, Diep grabbed a handful of Binh's hair and yanked her head back. Binh gasped as Diep leant in and hissed, "You will serve me sexually, and you will do it well." Diep's hand slithered down Binh's neck, her fingers caressing her skin. Then she quickly ripped Binh's shapeless tent dress off and Binh's breathing grew faster and more shallow as Diep ordered her to spread her legs.

Binh turned her face and tits to me in a silent appeal, but I found something of interest to look at on my desk. It was enough. Any defiance Binh had left in her crumpled as she knew by my actions, I was not going to employ the mercy rule. Her past sex and achievements with me now meant nothing. Binh complied with Diep's order, edging her legs apart and leaning back against my desk.

Diep's pounced and knelt between them and went to town. Binh's eyes closed in acceptance when Diep removed Binh's panties and her tongue slid between Binh's legs, exploring her cunt entrance. My cock had reached full attention witnessing how victory had changed Diep. Her thin body now exuded sexuality and soon Binh's body quivered from Diep's tongue's exploration, and there were the beginnings of arousal on the loser's face.

"Boss," Diep said without looking up, "Could you do the honours? My arse needs attention."

I nodded, pulling my cock out of my trousers. Who was I to challenge the rules of how the Corporate Woman's world operated? I stepped behind Diep, who, bent over between Binh's spread legs presented her upraised arse to me. Binh's eyes met mine briefly, and I saw in them she knew that today she was going to be Diep's bitch.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small tube of lubricant. I have found out is advisable to always be prepared for anything when you are the boss of A department. It was a clear gel that, according to the label on the tube, promised to make the experience smoother and more enjoyable, hopefully for me. I unscrewed the cap, squeezed and coated my fingers and then moved towards Diep and Binh.

Diep stopped eating Binh and turned her head and watched me approach. She knew what was coming and there was no doubt in my mind she wanted it. I closed on her firm, hard bum with its taut and parted cheeks. Her skirt had ridden up the small distance to her waist, and as I had already seen, she wore nothing under it. I finished applying the lubricant to my fingers and we were ready. I positioned myself behind her with my lubricated fingers poised at the entrance to her waiting arse.

Diep's skin was warm to the touch, and she moaned as my fingers found her back door. I felt the familiar thrill of being a Western male boss in the Corporate World in charge of an Asian female staffed department as I pushed my fingers into Diep and felt her muscles clench them. She groaned as she took my invading fingers and her hips rocked back, taking more of my digits with each movement as she buried her face into Binh's slit.

After working her arse I withdrew my fingers, my own desires now more important than hers. With a rock hard I positioned myself behind Diep whose arse was raised and back arched as though praying for what she was about to receive. She, like the Lord, was thankful and grunted when I thrust my hips and my cockhead opened her lubricated, finger-opened anus. The tip of my shaft disappeared between her arsecheeks, and I felt her tight ring of muscle give way before my relentless pressure. Slowly, inch by inch, I entered her, feeling the warmth and tightness of her shitter envelop me. Diep's moans grew louder, muffled somewhat by her mouth being full of Binh's cunt.

Her moans grew louder as she feasted on Binh's pussy. Binh's legs trembled and her hands clutched the edge of the desk. She tried to hold onto the remainder of her pride, but Diep was a relentless, unstoppable force. Her tongue pleasured Binh's clit, teasing it before she sucked it into her mouth. Soon Binh's eyes rolled back, and she let out a prolonged wail.

As I steadily fucked Diep's arse, Diep screamed out to Binh, "You can fight it all you want, but I'll make you cum no matter how hard you try to resist. You are my bitch."

Binh's grip on the desk tightened, her knuckles white with the effort of fighting and resisting her climax. My eyes were glued to the sight of my cock disappearing into Diep's arse and in my periphery vision the sight of Binh's body betraying her as she grew wetter the more Diep ate her. Despite being head of A department for 4 years and therefore having seen a lot it was a real turn-on for me.

Diep's movements grew more frenzied as she worked her tongue into Binh's pussy. I heard Diep's wet, sloppy oral work and the responding groans from Binh. I felt Diep's anal chute muscles tighten around my cock as she satisfied me as well as Binh. It was all more than I could handle, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost control.

"Boss," Diep panted, sensing I was ready to unload, "Not yet."

Hoping Diep had something else up her sleeve, speaking metaphorically as she was not wearing anything, I desperately fought to not cum. Binh's eyes were blank as Diep's tongue continued to work her clit, each tongue lashing bringing her closer to the edge. "You're going to hate yourself for this, Binh," Diep hissed lifting her head from Binh's wet slit. "But you're going to cum harder than you ever have. You can't stop me from making you cum. And then it will really start."

Binh's breathing grew ragged, her tits heaving as she felt an inescapable orgasm approaching. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the scream that was trying to escape her mouth. My cock thumping into Diep's arse went deeper with each thrust as the eaten Binh's body shook as she felt the pressure from her cunt lapping overpower her. With a final, despairing wail, the dam breached. Binh's body tensed, her cunt muscles clenching and releasing as her orgasm ripped through her. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a keening cry burst from her throat as her cum juices sprayed over Diep's face.

My own climax had somehow been averted. God knows how I managed it, but I did. Diep's mouth continued to work feverishly on Binh's clit, dragging out every skerrick of pleasure from the younger woman. Her blouse was now transparent and clinging, soaked through with the evidence of Binh's submission. Binh's legs trembled uncontrollably against the desk as she rode the waves of another cum, her body spasming with the force of it.

"Now," Diep said to me, "It's your turn, boss. Fuck her throat and destroy it."

I stepped forward, my cock rock hard and slick with lube and Diep's arse juice. Binh's eyes widened as she stared up at me. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breath came in shallow pants. Diep stood and produced a strap-on from her corporate briefcase. It was the same one they had used in their long sexfight yesterday complete with a large dildo that was thick and quivered threateningly when she tensed her cunt muscles.

She arranged Binh doggie style over a chair and positioned the head of the toy at Binh's arse. Binh's eyes narrowed, but she remained silent. What could she do? She had agreed to yesterday's contest and her body now had to accept what was to come. Diep pushed forward, and Binh gasped as the dildo was hammered into her, forcing its way into and filling her arse with a few brutal thrusts.

"Take it, slut," Diep taunted, "You know you want it."

Binh grimaced, but she remained silent, her body betraying the need that Diep's skilled tongue had awoken. I stepped closer, my cock finally under control and safe from cumming. I positioned myself beside Binh, standing on her discarded shapeless clothes.

Diep didn't waste any time, repeatedly burying the strap-on deep in Binh's arse. "Show her your cock, Greg," Diep screamed.

Binh's eyes flicked to me, and like a Roman emperor in the Coliseum, I nodded my vote of yes. Binh's jaw tightened, but she obeyed, her lips forming an O as she awaited her fate. I stepped closer, my cock still needy from watching Diep's preliminary work. The head of my shaft brushed against Binh's cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum. Gripping its shaft, I guided my cock to her mouth, feeling her panicked breath against its sensitive skin.

She took me in her mouth and her botoxed lips closed around my shaft, her tongue tentatively flicking against my rod. The sensation was immediate and I had to grit my teeth and fight to keep from coming right there and then. I knew Diep wanted me to fuck her just as the Asian prostitutes say, long time. Hell, even I have my pride and want to look good so I intended to last.

Binh's body, though tense, was still responding to Diep's fingerwork on her cunt while her arse was receiving the strap-on. As I began to fuck Binh's mouth, I knew this was where I belonged. This was the Corporate Women's World and I was a leader, no make that a God, in it. Binh was a stunningly beautiful Asian woman, but Diep's victory had given me her to use and enjoy. She was at my mercy, her eyes watering and her cheeks hollowing as she took me deeper and deeper. Each time my cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged, but she couldn't, didn't pull away. Instead, she took it like what she now was: a defeated corporate woman paying the price for losing.

Diep pulled out and changed the strap-on to Binh's cunt As I fucked Binh's mouth, Diep's needs were evident in the way she rocked her hips as the strap-on ferociously plunged in and out of Binh's pussy. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed around the office as my balls hit Binh's face and Diep's hips her mound. Facing Diep I observed Diep's own orgasm building with each thrust, her movements growing more erratic as she approached her tipping point.

Binh struggled to accommodate my length with her mouth stretched to its limit around my cock. Each time Diep hammered into her, Binh's body jolted forward, forcing my cock deeper down her throat. Her gag reflex fought valiantly, but my face fucking of her was relentless. She grabbed breaths when she could.

Diep's climax grew closer, her breathing coming in short, ragged gasps as she fucked Binh uncontrollably. "Boss," Diep managed to pant out, "Pull out."

I reluctantly obeyed, my cock slipping from Binh's mouth with an audible pop. She coughed, tears in her eyes as she drooled out the saliva that had pooled in her mouth. Diep's own climax was a silent scream, her body trembling as she fought to maintain control, the strap-on buried to the hilt in Binh's cunt.

"Binh," Diep panted as she recovered, her breathing still broken with pleasure, "Do you want to swallow his cum?"

Binh nodded frantically, her mouth open and waiting, an acknowledgement of her defeat. She was eager to please, ready to do what Diep asked, even if it meant degradation, as long as she received cum. This knowledge was too much for Diep. With a final, deep thrust, Diep came again, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. She slumped back exhausted from her efforts.

Binh, filled with a desperate unfulfilled hunger looked up at me. I stepped closer, my cock quivering like a tuning rod over a hidden stream, its head covered with my precum. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips as if she could already taste it. "Please, Boss," Binh pleaded, her voice a hoarse whisper after her throat fuck. "Let me swallow you."

Diep stepped back triumphantly from Binh. She had displayed the power gained from their office sexfight, and now she was about to claim her final victory over the previous number one. She was going to show her complete ownership of my former P.A. "No. Don't cum in her Boss," she said to me. "On your knees," she ordered Binh.

Tears of need in her eyes and still panting from the intense fucking she had just received, Binh did as she was told. Her legs wobbled as she sank to the floor almost collapsing and nearly causing her to crumple. Diep positioned herself in front of Binh's face facing away from her. She bent forward, her hands on the edge of the desk for support, her tight arse pushed back at Binh's face. "Rim me," Diep ordered. "Earn what you are begging for."

Binh looked up at Diep in despair. She was wet with sweat from need and the evidence of her submission. But she had to do this if she wanted to swallow my cum.

Her hand reached out and touched Diep's bare arse cheeks and then her tongue darted tentatively out. Somehow, I still hadn't cum yet, but obviously, I desperately needed to empty my load in someone. Hell, I'd even take Eugene the gay from the 14th floor. But I was enthralled by Diep breaking the beaten Binh and couldn't tear my eyes away. Binh's tongue traced the edge of Diep's arsehole and I enjoyed watching my employees engage in this most primal of acts.

Diep's long moan started as she felt Binh's tongue probe deeper into her back door. Binh held her tongue steady and her cheeks hollowed as she took deep breaths through her nose. Her hand slid around Diep's waist, gripping her hips tightly as she subserviently worked her tongue into Diep's back door.

Meanwhile, Diep's hand had found its way between her own legs, her slender fingers playing with her swollen clit. She watched Binh's ministrations in the reflection of the office window and panted with excitement and her small tits heaving with anticipation. It was the beginning of another orgasm buildup within her. Binh's tongue flicked against Diep's bunghole as driven by the hope of receiving my jizz, she continued her rimming. Diep's moans grew louder, her hip movement matching Binh's rhythm.

My own hand gripped my cock keeping an orgasm at bay while Diep's fingers moved faster as she approached her orgasm. Binh's worked frantically, concentrating solely on satisfying Diep and then having my cock in her mouth. Diep's body tensed, her back arching as she neared Nirvana. Then, with a guttural groan, she came, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.