The New Job 10

Sara Reynolds had been working at her new company for only 3 months when she got called in to her boss Rick's office, feeling a dread apprehension. The floor was already deserted, and before Sara had realized it, it was only Rick and her left.

Sara only took the job to help her husband pay for his ailing father's medical bills, and if that weren't the case, Sara would have long quit. Sara hated the new job, part of the reason being Rick's lewd behavior. Rick was 6'2, athletic, and to Sara's horror, undeniably attractive, with dark hair and piercing grey eyes. On top of that he was constantly leering after the girls at the office, dropping lewd comments, bumping into the women "accidentally", sneaking in a grope here and there. He even hit on the girls that were married, and Sara, a, 5'4, 24 year-old newlywed, was included.

Now Sara was standing in his office, glaring daggers at him, wondering what could he possibly want with her. Rick, seeing Sara had entered, looked up from his computer and smiled, greeting her, "Sara! I've been wanting to speak with you."

He got up and began to pace slowly around the room, gesturing for Sara to take a seat, "Why don't you take a seat?"

Sara sat uneasily on the two-seater couch in Rick's office, waiting.

"How would you say your performance has been this first 3 months?"

Sara answered hesitantly, "well, I've just been getting the hang of everything, getting introduced to everyone. Alice let's me handle the accounts now..."

"That's just the thing Sara... ever since you started on the accounts, I've noticed peculiarities..."

Sara froze, a shiver going up her spine. "But that's... that's impossible" she said, "I did everything Alice asked me to."

"Impossible or not, that's what the accounts show, missing funds 3 straight weeks, all with your signature," Rick said as he paced back the front of his desk, tapping the papers on it.

Trying to stay composed, Sara took the papers, and looking at them, she felt as if she were being plunged in cold water. How could it be?

"If it were a one-time thing, it might be an accident, but this a series of thefts. Corporate theft." Rick said, his voice low.

Sara put the papers back, doing her best to hide her trembling hand, trying to stay calm.

"It's not true... those documents are fake..."

Desperately, Sara tried to think of a way out of this as Rick leaned back on his desk.

"You do realize what this means? If our lawyers were to be informed of this, and they press charges, you'd be facing a lawsuit, court costs, restitution, and even jail time..."

Sara couldn't help but feel her heart pound, as Rick leaned in closer, his arms on her chair, trapping her in.

"But I could let it slide... if you get out of that chair and get down on your knees for me..."

Her hand came out to slap him before she knew it, the sound louder than she thought.

"Fuck you," Sara hissed, practically spitting in Rick's face, but Rick didn't even flinch. He backed up, and leaning back against his desk again, he touched his own face lightly, where Sara's slap had left a red mark.

She would take her chances in court, and Sara was nearly out the door when Rick finally called out.

"And the medical expenses? I've heard you're struggling to make ends meet... you sure you got the means to fight a suit? Be good to me Sara, and who knows... maybe I can even help you out..."

How did Rick know about her situation? All that information had been said in confidence, had Rick eavesdropped? But somehow, he had managed to find out. With her hand hovering over the handle of the door, Sara stood there, forcing back the tears. Her husband and her were barely making ends meet, and a lawsuit would destroy their lives. But if she did this...

"What do you want..."

"You know what I want," Rick said, smiling nastily at her. "As long as we don't tell anybody, nobody has to know about our liaisons, or your errors."

He was already headed towards the couch where Sara had just sat, unbuckling his pants as he went, as Sara stood dumb, struggling to make up her mind. Suddenly he reached over, pulling on her arm, making her stumble in front of him as she yelped.

"What's it going to be, Sara?"

Sara looked up at Rick, before quickly looking away. That smug, lewd look on Rick's face absolutely disgusted her, but she absolutely couldn't let anything happen like a lawsuit happen in her life right now. Sara swallowed her anger, and soon found herself slowly leaning forward to pull off Rick's pants, revealing his toned muscular thighs. Sara couldn't help but feel her eyes widen as she pulled down his underwear. Rick was hung, huge even when flaccid.

"Like what you see?" Rick said, which infuriated her even more.

Her hands trembled slightly as she grabbed ahold of Rick's cock. Better to get this over with, Sara told herself, as she began to stroke it, starting from the base. Her small hand was barely able grip around it as it began to swell, and after a few strokes it become completely engorged, it's thick head pointing right in front of her.

"That's it work that cock..." Rick groaned as Sara began to use both hands. "Oh yea... keep going..."

Rick's cock was hard and hot in her hands, and despite herself, Sara could feel her face growing hot, as she continued to stroke the obscene thing. The minutes passed, then 5, then 10, but Rick still hadn't come. Fuck, Sara thought, how long was this guy going to last? Going home late would lead to unwanted questions, and when Sara glanced up at Rick from the clock, she found him staring down at her, watching her carefully.

"Oh sweetheart, you'll have to do more than that to get me off..." Rick said, as he suddenly grabbed her by the sides of her hand, forcing her head on top of him.

Before Sara could react, felt Rick's member entering her wet mouth, moving in and out, the sudden taste of salt and musk enveloping her. She pushed desperately against Rick's thighs, struggling to breath, before Rick just as suddenly let her go.

"Bastard... " Sara swore, gasping for breath, as she wiped her mouth, a little bit of spit running down her chin.

"You want to get out of here faster? Then get to work."

Sara could feel herself immediately regretting doing this at all, but she had already gone this far. She slowly got on her knees from where she sat between Rick's legs, and leaned forward, staring at the obscene thing. And grabbing Rick's cock, she began to suck, lower her head onto his crotch, working her tongue around the tip. She could barely even get half of it into her mouth, and it's hardness and hotness engulfing her.

"That's it baby, oh yea..." Rick moaned as he reached down to fondle her tits now, his large hands massaging her breasts through her shirt.

Sara tried to move back, but only succeeded in pushing her tits even closer to Rick, as he held on to them, cupping and kneading, her nipples forced up against the tightness of her bra. Warmth in her chest began spreading. A moan almost escaped her, muffled by the cock in her mouth. Rick began unbuttoning her shirt and before Sara realized her bra was being pulled away, her firm, ample tits springing out as she finally managed to pull back, gasping. Her nipples were stiff and engorged, and there was a tingling between her legs.

"Wait... I never said you could take my shirt o—" but Sara didn't get to finish what she wanted to say, because Rick had forced his cock back into her mouth again, groaning as he did.

Sara moaned involuntarily, as Rick made her bob on his dick, her tits swinging, before she managed to push herself off of him again, gasping. She glared up at him, wiping her mouth, her shirt disheveled around her shoulder her bare shoulders and breasts.

Rick only laughed, pointing down at where she sat.

"You getting off on this?"

When Sara looked down she felt horrified. A large stain was on the carpet, where her pussy and pantyhose had touched the floor.

"No... I'm not," Sara flushed.

"You like having your tits touched, don't you..."

"What?! ...No! I don't... ahhh..."

Rick laughed as he suddenly reached for her tits, grabbing them as he used them to pull her up, forcing his cock between her cleavage.

"Come, let's see you give me a boobjob..."

"Wait..." Sara gasped as she clutched Rick's wrists desperately.

Another moan escaped from Sara as she felt Rick's cock pushed up against her chest, and as Rick pushed her tits together, forcing her against him, her body moving up and down. Her skirt and her pantyhose began to feel unbearably tight. Pleasure was welling out from where Rick's hands grabbed her and in between her chest, and she could feel herself getting lightheaded, when Rick suddenly let go, letting Sara fall back.

Sara sat there, at Rick's knees, panting. "Fuck you..."

"Sure you're not enjoying this?"

"... of ... course not..."

"Then use your tits to jerk me off," Rick taunted.

She would never admit it to Rick, but Sara had never done anything like this with anyone before. It doesn't feel good at all Sara told herself repeatedly, as she found herself slowly leaning forward, pressing her chest to Rick's cock and pushing her breasts together. Rick's answering groan of pleasure spurred her on, and she pressed tighter, breathing faster as she looked down at his massive cock disappearing and reappearing in her cleavage. It would be over soon.

But with Rick's hot cock between her tits, Sara could feel the pleasure from earlier starting to spread again from where her tits were pressed together, and from between her legs. How was this happening? Her pantyhose was stretched tight around her as she moved, and each time she leaned into Rick and back down she could feel the fabric pressing against her pussy, which was now swollen to the point of aching. Sweat was running down her back, and when Sara felt her nipples being pinched and pulled suddenly, an answering moan escaped her lips.

"Oh my god... ohhhh..."

Letting go of her breasts, Sara grasped Rick's wrists to pull his hands off her aching nipples, but Rick took each of Sara's breasts in his own hands, pulling them and pressing them against his cock. Sara's breathing deepened as she desperately tried to hold back the tide of pleasure welling out from her breasts and between her legs, but her whole body was now being forced to move against Rick's cock. Each time he pulled on her breasts, she could feel her pussy twitch in response, her clit rubbing against her tight pantyhose.

When Rick used one index finger and thumb with both his hands to pinch her nipples, Sara could only exhale in a soft cry of ecstasy as she felt her climax approach, her back arching. Her head bowed as she felt her pussy begin to pulse, wave after wave of pleasure sapping her of her strength, her whole body moving up and down on it's own seeking the pleasure.

The orgasm left her mind blank and in a daze. Sara was sitting motionless, trying to compose herself, hiding the fact her pussy was still sensitive from orgasm under her pantyhose when Rick pulled her up roughly by the arm, and in no time had her bent over his desk. He spread her legs, standing between her as she squirmed, trying to rise.

Chuckling, Rick said, "I knew you were a slut. Let's see how you like it from behind..."

"Wait! Rick... I... no wait..." Sara sucked in her breath as she felt cool air suddenly on her sex, and two fingers invading her slit.

Rick had made tatters of her pantyhose, and somehow her skirt was on the floor as Sara turned her head to see Rick point his cock at her dripping pussy, his large frame a sharp contrast to her small body. Before Sara could mouth any kind of protest, Rick had thrusted up into her already sensitive pussy, groaning as he did, making her cry out in slight pain. He was big, much bigger than anything Sara had had inside her, and she could feel the tightness of her pussy around his hot cock as he began to move slowly, pumping in out, each thrust tugging at her walls.

"Ohhh yea, that's tight..." Rick groaned. "Take that cock, you little slut..."

Before long, pain become pleasure, and Sara felt her clit began to throb again. Why, why was it happening? Rick slapped her ass with a smack as he drove into her.

"You like it? You like that cock?"

Rick had both of his large hands on her hips and was using her like some kind of toy, yet Sara could feel her stomach churning in both shame and excitement. Rick began to thrust a little faster, groaning with each thrust, while Sara's legs began tensing on their own as she felt her body hurtle again towards the pleasure.

"Shit... oh no, slow... fuck... slow down..." Sara tried to say, trying to make each word coherent and not a slutty moan.

Desperately, Sara reached back to push back against Rick's thigh, her small hand on Rick's muscled thigh. Her pussy began to twitch as her breaths became ragged, and somehow Rick seemed to sense Sara's high, using one of his thumbs to tickle her asshole as he continued to thrust. On her toes now, Sara pressed closer to the desk, futilely trying to escape. But the sensation of the thumb on her anus was too much, and when Rick pushed it into Sara's ass, fingering it as he thrust, her orgasm exploded within her. Her small hands clenched as she buried her face into her arm, a soft moan escaping her lips this time as her pleasure crested.

"Oh ho, seems the slut likes it..." Rick said, his words not even registering as Sara's pussy clenched again and again in bliss.

Sara lay there, breasts crushed against the desk, lying facedown in orgasmic euphoria and embarrassment, trying to catch her breath and not imagine the grin Rick must now have on his face. Before Sara could do anything, Rick pulled out of her, making her whimper as his cock left her once again sensitive pussy. He flipped her around, pulling Sara's arm off her sweaty face, now flush from climax after climax.

"Sara, oh Sara..." Rick smiled as he continued, "Get ready to have your brains fucked out."

Holding both her wrists in place and locking her legs in the air against his arms, as again thrust not her, eliciting a soft sob as his member reinvaded Sara's pussy. As Sara looked up, it was hard to believe what was happening. Somehow Rick had taken his shirt off during all this, and Sara was now facing his cut pecs and abs as he plunged into her. She couldn't look at his face either, and when she looked down, all she could see was the sight of Rick's cock going into her again and again, her cream slowly collecting on his glistening cock.

Gradually, Sara felt Rick began to thrust harder and harder, and before long the numbness and ache in Sara's pussy was being overwhelmed by a new sensation. Each thrust was beginning to hit something deep inside her, a place Sara never knew existed, and to her horror the pleasure in her was climbing again. She shut her glazing eyes, blocking out the vision of the huge cock that was plunging into her, trying not to think about anything at all but the climb didn't stop. She could hear the slap of flesh on flesh as Rick drove into her, and intermittently with it another sound. The sound was the soft moaning of a woman, and it took another second for Sara to realize that woman was her.

She was moaning uncontrollably now, barely able to hold back when suddenly Sara flipped her eyes open wide. Rick's mouth was on hers. Unable to do anything, Sara could only let Rick tongue kiss her, and as the kiss broke, Sara's moan was almost a sob as she threw her head back and her legs came together, a third climax rippling through her body. She heard herself moan again as she heard Rick growl, his thrusts now without rhythm, his cock pulsating inside her.

Legs dangling off the desk now, Sara lay there, breasts heaving and exposed. She could feel Rick's hot semen slowly dripping out of her to pool below her pussy. Rick was already getting dressed.

"Get cleaned up. When you come in tomorrow morning, go speak to Julian. You've just been promoted to my secretary.