Short Story.
As a writer, you seek to tell a story and share an idea or even a fantasy that might entertain you. As all writers, poets and artists know there is a dark side to human nature.
So here is a dipped toe into the dark waters.
Demands.
"So, now you accept that I am wealthy and that wealthy men always get what they want. I want you right now, in this room. I demand it! Otherwise, I will be forced to take action, " Mark Antony Mormont smiled as the mature accountant stood opposite him.
"You can't be serious!" She spat. Her black dyed shaggy bob shifted as she spoke. Her pert enhanced bust quivered, as he tried to hold in her outrage. Carol Tanner, a generous full-figured woman, wanted to storm out of the room, but something stopped her, "What action?"
"I hope you will show this degree of emotion, when you're on her hand and knees, offering me your ass!" Mormont teased, "Those actions are in two parts!" He then explained that he had enlisted two teams of nasty individuals waiting for his go-order.
"Are you threatening me?" Carol spat,
"Actually, I'm threatening your son and his girlfriend!" Mormont smiled cruelly. The words cut like ice, and the colour drained from her face.
"Please.... Please don't!" She stammered.
"Then take off your clothes. Right now!" Mormont's smile became a grin, "If you resist, three of my operatives will perform a house invasion and then take their time to beat the crap out of your son and then make him watch as they take turns fucking his girlfriend in every hole she's got!" Mormont watched to see the effect of his statement.
"What...you can't. You.... asshole!" As she set down a folder that she had been holding against her chest, like a shield, she hissed. She then unclipped the fastening at the left-hand side of the dark blue wrap-around dress she had worn that day. She pulled the material across her body, and then unclipped the second fastening on the right, to reveal her white-skinned belly. She hated the size of her stomach and as she slipped off the dress, she instinctively put her across her bulge.
"Take off your bra. I demand to see your tits!" He smiled. Carol sighed, now resigned to her fate. As she unclipped the bra fastener, the dark blue satin cups fell forward and then fell of their own accord onto the carpeted floor. Her hands started to come up to cover her shame, but as she touched her nipple, she was shocked to find it erect. She glanced down and sure enough, both her dark brown nipples were stiff.
Was it the A/C?
It wasn't running.
"Oh God," she realised that her own body was betraying her.
"Now, your panties, but first I want to see you rub your finger up and down your gusset and see how wet your cunt is," He smiled widely, knowing she had no choice at all. He shifted in his seat, his cock stiffening at the sight of this intelligent, professional financial consultant acting like a whore.
Carol fed her right hand down to her panties and placed her index on the cotton material in line with her clitoris and alarmingly found her cunt already wet and her clitoris swollen and stiffened enough to emerge from her clitoral hood.
"Oh," Carol gasped and she quivered obviously. Her breasts quavered as she rubbed herself and then she looked down as a dark stain appeared on her dark blue panties. She gasped again and then looked up.