"Good night, doctor -- I'll lock up behind you. Oh, damn -- there goes the phone again. Go on -- off you go and I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night, Pauline. I'll..."
And she was off, scurrying back to the phone.
"Always in a rush, that one" he thought amusedly to himself. "But she looks damn fine on it, and her husband's a lucky sod. I'd be more than happy to get a piece of that anyday. And she's got that look about her -- I just know she'd be absolutely fantastic in bed, too."
And he was right -- she wore her years very well indeed. She may have been a little insecure about her figure, but she had all the right curves in all the right places. Full figured with a petite frame that belied her large breasts and with a smile to stop traffic, her funky hairdo and demure clothing showed her off to be a class act - her husband was indeed fortunate.
She arrived back at the phone and quickly got back into professional mode -- "Hello, Surgery -- how can I help you? Hello? Hello? Oh why do people do that?" She cursed silently and put the phone back down. -- after all, there was no point hanging on to talk to someone who'd been so bloody rude and hung up without saying a word.
But Pauline hadn't seen the shady figure slip in through the momentarily unlocked door, clicking off his mobile phone, now his distraction technique of the silent caller had worked and he hid un-noticed in the doorway of the side room that had had the light turned off.
He watched her shut down the computer, go over to the door and lock the middle lock. She had to reach up for the top one, which pulled her well fitted white blouse tighter, showing off her soft curves even better. Then she had to bend down for the bottom lock, which just emphasized her lovely small derriere and legs, encased in a snug black skirt and boots, respectively.
That was it -- she was there for the taking and he was going to damn well be the taker. He knew through the grapevine that her love life with hubby wasn't quite up to previous standards and could use a little excitement.
He was just the one to give her some excitement. She was going to bloody well get that, all right -- and more besides.
He'd been studying the movements in the surgery for a week or so now and knew that she had the place to herself for a short while before she went out the back to get in her car and go back to her contented existence with darling hubby.
And he'd been studying her movements up close and personal for the last few minutes and he liked what he saw. Very much. It was now or never.
With one deft movement, as she came up from bending down to the bottom lock, he came up behind her, put his hand around her and covered her mouth.
"Listen, bitch -- you've been teasing me long enough -- now I'm going to take what you've been putting out there. Any screaming or being stupid will result in pain. You will get one chance and one chance only to play nicely. One warning shot, then you've had it. Do NOT test me."
She heard a clicking sound -- the unmistakeable sound of a flick knife being snapped open. He scraped it gently down her cheek -- "As I said -- play nicely."
"You are my bitch and I am going to use you as I see fit, for as long as I want. I am going to use your mouth, your pussy and if the mood takes me, your ass too. I am going to have you here, in your office and your knickers are going to be soaked with my spunk after I have filled your slutty little pussy. Do I make myself clear? Now turn round and let me see you in your office whore clothing."
Pauline turned round slowly, but the stranger didn't expect such a strong resistance -- she swung her hand round very quickly and smacked him straight round the face. "Fuck you!" she screamed.
"Oh you WILL be fucking me, you little slag -- don't you fucking worry about that. And what's more, you little bitch -- you'll be loving it and begging me to fill you up with my seed like a cheap whore. I'm going to use you like that loser husband of yours should be doing. And what's more - you'll fucking thank me for it."
"Oh -- and that smack was your one chance used up. Any more silliness and there will be consequences. Don't say you weren't warned. Now get over here."
And with that, he dragged her over to her office chair and shoved her roughly down into it. He sat on the desk in front and pushed her chair nonchalantly back with his large boot till it was stopped by the back wall.
His eyes roved all over her body with undisguised lust and malintentions. She was a very sexy girl and no mistaking and her current concerned and heavy breathing was making her ample breasts heave in a genuinely erotic way she would have definitely not have intended in this situation.
"So, bitch -- have you ever been fucked by a stranger and fucking loved it before? Ever had your cunt forcibly invaded and filled before?"
But she wasn't done with the talk back yet - "You may well use me, you bastard. You may well tie me down and have your filthy fucking way with me -- but you will NEVER make me enjoy it. And as for making me ask to be filled up -- you are deluding yourself, you wanker. And you must have a small cock if this is the way you have to get women."
He leant forward on the desk slowly and deliberately, flick knife in hand.
"I like your feistiness. Defiant -- always more fun. Now -- what was that you said about being tied down? I like THAT idea very much, you bad girl. Your suggestion is most acceptable."
All in one swift movement, he stabbed the knife down into the desk as he got up and spun the chair round. He grabbed her arms, pulled them round the back of the chair and tied them WAY tighter than necessary.
He stood round the front briefly to admire his handiwork, then moved malevolently downwards. He grabbed one of her booted legs at a time and pulled them slowly outwards, tieing them to the outside legs of the chair. She tried to resist, but he had a very strong grip and he slapped her legs as a reminder.
"Your suggestion, remember bitch? But MY game. Now, as we're playing nicely -- why don't you tell me your name? You can call me Spike. What's yours?"
Pauline said nothing. He slapped her across the face. It stung, but not as bad as she'd expected. Not too bad, surprisingly.
"Listen, bitch -- there's plenty more where that came from. I've told you mine, now you tell me yours."
Again she said nothing.
"Gotta love your spirit. Ok, fine -- say nothing. Here's a reason to keep quiet, then." He grabbed a roll of something on her desk and tore a strip off it to tape her mouth shut.
"Shame -- you've got such a pretty mouth. And it'll look even better when I put my cock in it. Now, let me see the rest of you."
He looked her up and down again. "God, you are damn fine. And mine for the taking, too. It's been a good day and it's going to be a VERY good night."
With that, his hands started their wanderings. He was surprisingly gentle, running them over her blouse and taking care to feel her every curve. His hands traced the outline of her breasts and his thumbs circled her nipples. Much to her disgust, they started to stiffen up at his touch.
She tried to jerk away, but the ties were just too tight. He laughed to himself. "Your tits don't lie, bitch -- they want more and you will, too. What's that you say? Oh, wait -- you can't say anything with tape over your mouth, can you? Well -- if you promise to tell me your name, I'll take it off."
She continued looking defiantly at him, but it was definitely slightly less convincing than earlier.
He continued his caressing of her body -- the bastard, how dare he be so considerate about it? Pauline found herself getting annoyed with the slow rebellion building up in her body and her quite obviously hard nipples trying to poke their way through her bra and blouse. How could they do that, the bloody traitors?
Spike suddenly stood up and looked down at her. His crotch was now at eye level and she could see quite clearly that he was hard and that also she may have to revise her opinion about him having a small cock. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Combining that with what her breasts were doing and -- damn. It must be the shock of it all, playing with her mind. She'd come to her senses soon, surely?
All the same, she was struggling to take her eyes off his cock bulging in his trousers. The bastard was enjoying this now.
"I can see straight down your blouse. You've got great tits, but I need to see them up closer. Now let's see if my little slut will play nicely."
With that, he pulled the tape off her mouth and ripped open her blouse, buttons pinging off all over the place. She gasped to herself.
"Bastard. Spike? What kind of name is that? Bastard."
"Name or silence, slut!"
He moved down to her breasts and began to kiss them like he'd never seen breasts before. As he did so, he rubbed his hands all over her belly and she was starting to feel an odd mix of self conciousness and arousal. He started nibbling around her nipples and heavy breathing. Her bra was now moist from his attentions and her nipples were almost bursting out of her bra.
"Look at you, you sexy bitch -- loving that Spike's loving you. Pretend otherwise as long as you want -- you're going to be my whore soon and you're going to love it."
"Never." She said. Bastard.
"Your body says different." And he moved up to kiss her. She pulled away as far as she could, unwittingly presenting her neck to him.
"Don't mind if I do, thanks." And he started kissing and nibbling down her neck. The bastard knew what he was doing and she found herself unintentionally relaxing and moving in towards him. "It's Pauline" she whispered. Damn. Too late.
He nibbled deeper into her neck, as if giving her a love bite. His bite was electric. "There -- that wasn't too difficult now, was it?"
He worked back down to where her neck joined her shoulders and he began sucking gently with little nibbles to keep her on her toes.
How dare he make her feel so good. Bastard.
"So -- "Pauline" -- now we're not strangers, it feels like we're on a first date. I always like to fuck on a first date. What about you?"
"Only my husband. We started as an affair, but never anyone else. I never would -- I'm not a slut."
"We'll see about that, Pauline. Spike always gets his way in the end." And with that, he pulled his trousers down and his large, throbbing cock was suddenly inches from her face.
"Suck it." She pulled her head back, but he just followed her forwards, slapping her face gently but firmly with his cock. She was still trying to pull back, but was struggling to take her eyes off his large member. Damn.
And she could feel a little wet patch on her cheek where his throbbing cock was starting to ooze a little pre-cum. Bastard.
"I think you're forgetting whose rules this game plays to." And he slapped her across the face -- forceful, but not painful. "And I showered specially for you, you little slut."
He squeezed her nose shut and she had to admit defeat and open her mouth to draw breath. That was it -- he was in there. His cock in her mouth. Another man's rude member doing something she only ever did with her husband.
And fuck it all, the bastard thing felt good in there, squirming and pulsing in her mouth and on her tongue. If he was going to treat her like a slut, she might as well act like one. Hubby always said she was good at sucking cock. She may be able to get away with this after all.
Pauline sucked Spike good, varying the pressure, speed and tongue action. The bastard was bringing out the bad girl in her and she was loving it, despite herself. She loved the compliments his body was paying her. Fuck, she WAS good at this.
