Joanna slowly pulled her top over her head, revealing a lacy white bra which barely contained her shapely breasts. Brent smiled, taking in the pleasant view, and his cock, which had started to soften, stiffened again at the sight. Joanna reddened with the embarrassment of a man ogling her uncovered breasts so openly. But she was also aware of an excitement building in her and she could feel her nipples stiffening against the cotton material. Her nipples always hardened and became more sensitive when she became aroused, and she wondered why they felt like this way now, when this awful man was humiliating her, making her bare her breasts and suck his rampant cock. She should feel disgusted. Why then did she feel this excitement, she wondered? Her nipples were visibly pushing against her bra, making two little points. Her face reddened, and she noticed that her chest had reddened too. She hoped he didn't notice this and take it for a sign that she was excited by all this, because she wanted nothing more than to get away.
'Now the bra, baby!' Brent ordered. 'I want to see your hard, hot nipples that are pointing at my cock.'
Joanna blushed some more, knowing that he'd noticed their hardness, and hoping he didn't think she was excited by this ordeal. Furrowing her brow in a futile appeal to his mercy, she reached behind her and released her bra clip, then slowly pulled it off her shoulders so that her breasts flopped down and out a little, then hung like luscious ripe fruit for his greedy eyes. Her nipples were dark and hard and poked outwards at a slight angle from each other. When she had been younger her breasts had been higher and attracted much attention from both men and women, but even though gravity had made a slight impact, they were still stunning, especially without her bra like this.
'Not bad.' Brent grunted lasciviously, 'Not bad at all.' He reached down and stroked her hard nipple, then took it between his fingers and squeezed and pulled it a little till it hurt and she winced.
'That's more like it!' he said, and then thrust his cock into her mouth with renewed vigour.
'Yes Joanna, yes!' he muttered as he thrust his cock between her lips, deeper and deeper so that she struggled not to choke on his monster. 'I always thought you were a hot slut underneath your prim and proper manners,' he teased as he drove his cock into the O formed by her open lips. 'I'm sorry I made you wait so long. You must have been creaming your panties, hoping it was your turn. Isn't that right?' he asked as he pumped his hot cock into her little mouth. Joanna of course could not answer as her mouth was being stretched by Brent's big hard dick. There was no way she would be able to stop him now. He had stood in front of her and dropped his trousers and was holding the back of her head with one hand and her right breast and nipple with his other hand. Joanna was so glad no-one could see how he was using her. She had never had a man use her like this, like a plaything for his lust, like a warm wet hole for him to fuck furiously without thought of her feelings or satisfaction.
Brent continued to ramble as he pushed deeper into her mouth and down her throat: 'Yes, that's a good little slut. Open up for the boss's big dick! Yes you want it don't you! I bet your man doesn't give you anything like this. Open up you little slut. Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oooh!'
And then Joanna felt the hard pole inside her mouth tense and pulsate as Brent came and started to pump large amounts of sperm into her mouth and down her throat. She started to choke and tried to push him away, but he held her tight and another load filled her mouth, some escaping and running down her chin and neck and onto her boobs. She choked violently and freed herself to catch a breath, only to have another wad of sperm hit her on the forehead, splattering over her face and hair. Brent was groaning deliriously, trying to put his dick back into her mouth to catch the last drops of his massive orgasm. Eventually his dick stopped twitching and he stepped back to admire his mature secretary, kneeling topless in his office with his come caking her face and breasts and hair. He couldn't stop grinning at the conquest he had made. Now every day when he came to work, he would look at his secretary and know that she was his to have whenever he liked.
Joanna, on the other hand, was distraught and trying not to cry, not to give him the satisfaction. She gathered up her bra and blouse and quickly put them back on, then left his office without making eye contact again. She did however hear him calling after her, 'Thanks Joanna. I think we understand each other now, don't we?' Joanna only started sobbing quietly when she reached the bathroom and started cleaning Brent's gooey come off her face. It was in her eyebrows, down her cheek, around her mouth and down her chin and neck. There was some in her hair too, and she had to take her blouse off to clean the last of it from between her breasts where it had run.
It was so humiliating, and feelings of anger and helplessness washed over her. Could she get over this, and even let it add to her stock of sexual experiences, as limited as they were? She didn't know. She went back to her desk, still shaking with emotion. Fortunately the rest of the day passed uneventfully and she returned home to cook dinner for her husband and sulky daughter as if nothing unusual had happened. She couldn't tell them. Her daughter would explode in a feminist rage and call the police, and her husband would probably agree that she'd done the right thing for the family, but subconsciously think less of her for doing such a thing. She'd just have to try to hang on and keep her job until she found another one. She'd just have to suck it up, both figuratively and literally, for the sake of her family.
Day 2
The next day was Friday, and Joanna dithered about whether to wear a very low cut top, to encourage Brent to want to keep employing her, or a more modest one, to discourage Brent from thinking about her sexually. She eventually went for a moderately low cut one, and dashed off to work, wary of what the day would bring. Fortunately Brent was away during the morning, doing the books with his father, so Joanna did not see him until lunch-time when he had an appointment with a woman who was behind with her rent. The young woman, who was working a minimum-wage job, was renting a cheap flat with her spendthrift boyfriend, but was two weeks late with her rent payment and had agreed to come in to negotiate a payment plan with Brent.
Brent usually arranged such appointments around lunch-time and would tell Joanna to go out for an hour for lunch and close the office while he finished the negotiations. Joanna had always been suspicious of this practice and suspected Brent of sexually harassing these women, but had turned a blind eye for the sake of her job. So today she showed the nervous, petite young woman of about 20 into Brent's office before gathering her things and closing the office. Outside however, the weather was terrible, with rain pouring down and wind blowing up the street. Joanna's husband had their car today, and she didn't feel like the 20 minute walk in this weather to the nearest shopping centre. So she quietly let herself back into her office, and decided to quietly eat her lunch there, rather than get soaked to the skin outside.
From her reception desk, she could hear the indistinct voices from the office, Brent's deep tones waffling on about responsibility, and the woman's high tones, pleading for further time. After some time the voices fell silent. Joanna tried to read her book, but couldn't help imagining the young woman inside being forced to suck Brent's large dick. She felt sorry for the girl, being humiliated by this smug bastard. Really Joanna should step in and defend the woman, but she didn't want to lose her job, so she sat still and listened.
After a few minutes, she heard little cries and groans from the girl. These continued in a rhythmic fashion for a long time, becoming louder and punctuated by male groans as well. Joanna realised that they were having sex in the office, just a few metres from her. Moreover, it sounded like the woman was enjoying it, although she could, of course, have been faking it. It sounded so intimate to Joanna, who suddenly felt like an eavesdropper. The sounds of love-making soon started to excite something inside Joanna. It had been a long time since she'd had sex, especially sex with a new partner, and Joanna felt her nipples starting to tingle and her pussy growing moist, listening to the cries from the room and imagining what the couple were doing. How would such a small woman cope with Brent's large dick? How were they doing it? On the floor? On the desk? Standing up? Joanna's mind buzzed with questions.
Then she remembered that there was an old window she had discovered from the stationery room into the office, covered only by a tattered curtain. Joanna crept, heart racing into the stationery room and closed the door quietly. She moved carefully in the dark and found the window with her hands. She pulled the curtain a little and looked through. There she saw the woman, stripped naked on her back on top of Brent's desk, small breasts rocking back and forth with Brent's thrusts. Brent was also naked, and was holding the woman's legs in the air.
From Joanna's position, she could see the woman's open pink shaven pussy and Brent's thick cock plunging deep inside her slit. Joanna watched fascinated as Brent slowly pulled his cock out of the woman. It was so long, Joanna thought. How did it all fit in this small woman's cunt? Brent rammed it in hard, and the woman moaned, not in pain but in pleasure. She had her head raised and was watching Brent fuck her. Her mouth was open wide in a sort of ecstatic smile and it seemed she was full of desire for Brent's impressive dick. Her nipples were red and swollen and rocked back and forward in time with the thrusts. Brent withdrew his cock completely and started to rub it along the outside of the woman's wet swollen labia. This seemed to please the woman at first, but then she indicated that she wanted it back inside her, pointing and pleading, brow slightly furrowed. Joanna heard her pleading, 'Put it back in! Put it back!'
