DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it...
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I run a mid-sized fitness club where I employ a staff of personal trainers and fitness instructors. Staff turnaround is always an issue, just like virtually any industry, although I do have a few staff members that have been around since the grand opening twelve years ago. Occasionally I will have a former staff member stop in and pay me a visit, a situation that I often find quite awkward. One Thursday afternoon the gym was very quiet when one of my former employees, Cassie, stopped in to see me.
When Cassie had quit a couple of years earlier, I wasn't exactly disappointed. While she did a decent job teaching classes, she had a tendency to be a bit airheaded. Still, the patrons enjoyed her classes, so I kept her around.
As soon as she had walked in the door I noticed that she still appeared to be in good shape. Her body was just as tight and petite as it had been before, although her formerly blonde hair was now back to its natural dark brown.
Since most of my senior staff work evenings, Cassie didn't know any of the other people in the club at that time. This meant that I was the only one available for her to bore with the details of her life. As much as I hated listening to her talk, I enjoyed looking at her body. She was dressed casually and sexy, wearing a pair of black dress pants and a low-cut top. In fact, I was enjoying the view so much that I invited her into the office to continue our discussion while I did some administrative work. Partway through the conversation we were interrupted by one of my employees. I excused myself from the office and left to deal with a client who had asked to speak with me. When I returned a couple of minutes later I caught Cassie behind my desk, looking at my computer with the mouse in her hand. She was so focused on the monitor that she hadn't heard me return to the room. I kept my eyes on her face as I slowly closed the office door. As soon as it latched shut she was snapped out of her self-induced trance and she looked up at me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, the anger in my voice subtle.
"Um, I was just..." she said, trailing off.
"Just what?" I said, growing more annoyed as I walked towards her. I knew that she could not have had time to access some of the more confidential files on my computer, so I wasn't concerned with what she saw. My anger was more based on the invasion of privacy.
"I just wanted to see what you were looking at," she said.
"Why?" I snapped, grabbing her by the arm and turning her to face me. "What did you think I was looking at?"
"Nothing!" she cried.
"Don't you fucking lie to me!" I said to her.
"Okay, I'm sorry!"
"What were you looking for?"
She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before answering.
"When you got up I noticed that you were kind of hard," she said, looking at her feet. "I thought you might be looking at some porn or something."
"That's what you thought?" I asked. "And what were you going to do if you saw porn on the screen?"
"I don't know," she replied softly.
"I bet I know," I said. "I bet you would've undone your pants and started playing with your pussy right here in my office, wouldn't you?"
"No!" she said.
"Don't try to hide it, you little slut!" I said. "I bet your pussy's wet just thinking about it!" I reached down and rubbed her pussy through her pants.
"Stop!" she said. I quickly grabbed her by the hair and pulled back and down on it, tilting her head up.
"Listen bitch," I said. "I know what you want. You came here today because you wanted me to fuck you. You knew that if I caught you looking at my computer that I'd be mad, and that I'd force you to do things. You want me to fuck you like a dirty slut, don't you?"
"No!"
"Yes you do." I grabbed at the neckline of her shirt and pulled down forcefully, tearing it off. "You want me to use your hot little body for my pleasure." I pulled her shirt off of her arms and tossed it on the desk. "You just want to pretend that you don't want it so you don't feel guilty after. I'll tell you what, slut; I'm going to give you a safe word. If you really want me to stop, all you have to do is say the word 'orange' and I'll stop. But unless I hear that word, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you until I'm ready to cum. You can say 'please,' 'stop,' 'don't,' or anything else, but I'm going to keep abusing that sexy body. Do you have anything you want to say, bitch?"
"Please don't fuck me," she said, looking up into my eyes, telling me with a single glance that I was bang on about her. At that moment I drew the folding knife I always carried with me and snapped it open. Cassie gasped as she stared at the blade. I grabbed onto her bra where it connected between her tits, pulling it just a bit away from her body. I slid the knife between her body and the bra, then pulled back sharply, cutting the bra. It fell away from her b-cup breasts, exposing her hard nipples. I retracted the knife blade and put it back in my pocket, then quickly undid her pants. I turned her to face the desk, pushing down roughly on her shoulders to bend her over. I grabbed onto her pants and pulled them down, taking the extra moment to remove her shoes and socks before pulling her pants off all the way. As I stood up I looked at this hot young woman, bent over my desk wearing nothing but a pair of baby blue panties. My cock was rock hard and straining against my jeans as I pictured all of the things I wanted to do to her. I wound up and smacked her on the ass hard, the red handprint rising to the surface almost instantly.
"Ow, fuck!" she cried. "That fucking hurt!" I smacked her ass again, hard.
"Shut up, you little bitch!" I said to her. "You don't talk unless I tell you to talk, you got that?"
She nodded her head, her eyes filled with a combination of concern and lust. I grabbed her torn shirt from the desk beside her, then used it to tie her elbows together behind her back. They didn't quite reach each other, but it had the desired effect of immobilizing her arms. I then grabbed onto her panties and pulled hard, tearing them away from her body and leaving her naked. I spanked her once more, then slid a hand up her inner thigh to her pussy.
"Just as I thought," I said. "You're fucking soaked. You sit there acting like you're afraid, when all you really want is to get your pussy pounded by my big dick." I slid a pair of fingers into her and started to fuck her with them, making her squirm. It wasn't long before it seemed like she was about to cum, so I stopped and pulled my hand away. "On your knees, bitch," I said to her. She didn't move right away, so I grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her to her knees on the floor. I quickly undid my pants and pulled out my cock, then guided her head toward it. "Open wide, you dirty slut."
