Arabella’s life changed one particular day, a day which started no different from any other, it was lunch time she opened her salad box and poured her fresh orange from its chilled container.
At the same time, she flicked a couple of keys on the computer. She expected to see a copy of the latest accounts, but what actually appeared was a tall blonde woman wearing only black strappy six-inch heeled shoes and a red skirt, a red leather skirt, a skirt cut away round her smooth arse cheeks.
Arabella was to learn later this was a spanking skirt, as she moved her finger to delete the page, she heard the voice “spread wide lean across the chair arm NOW” the blonde did not hesitate. Arabella was entranced…all her lunch time was spent watching the young woman, as older men first fondled then spanked her arse cheeks until they glowed. Throughout her ordeal the woman never complained, in fact Arabella was convinced she went through a number of orgasms and at one time even begged for more.
The man on screen was dressed throughout but Arabella could not mistake the very large bulge in his trousers, she could also not ignore her own feelings her breath had become laboured as she watched the story unfold, she was also conscious that her own pussy had started to leak and leak a lot, she could feel her dampness and could also smell the musky aroma her aroused pussy. In bed that night Arabella found her mind drifting to the day’s events as her fingers traced along her once again glistening pussy lips.
The next day Arabella swore to herself she wouldn’t look again, but she knew she weak and her fingers pressed the buttons once more going to the same DVD the man forcing the blonde to eat his cock something Arabella thought crude and disgusting and even worse when he coated her face in cum.
For weeks Arabella watched, different women with different men always the spanking, then sex, forced sex dominant older men controlling the women to do their perverse acts fulfilling all their filthy needs.
Arabella was certain she could never let anyone perform those filthy acts with her, even though for the last two weeks she had locked her office door during lunch.
What a sight if anyone could enter, skirt pulled up round her waist sitting on an old towel to prevent staining of her chair, her panties pulled to one side, and fingers working rapidly on an engorged clit and swollen red labia lips. It never took long two maybe three minutes then the same self-disgust, for the first time in her life Arabella had begun to masturbate.
It got worse and worse some lunchtimes Arabella could have three orgasms, three or four fingers rammed up her squelchy cunt she started to squirt for the first time in her life and had to find out about it on the internet. But it was the smell her odour had always been strong, but now the office stank of sex she just hoped no-one noticed. Her mind wandered to her boss, who sat in his large office on the top floor building. This was his eighth year as head of finance, a part time role bringing him to the office just three days per week, at sixty-five Will had a healthy appetite for life, and in particular sex.
It was well known by everyone in the company that there was nothing Will enjoyed more than to dominate women for his sexual needs, which were wide ranging. It was he who promoted Arabella to her current position, she had been warned that there would be a price to pay but she brushed the comments away.
One of the recurring events was that every three months books had to be audited and it was Arabella’s departments turn, which wouldn’t normally be a problem except that when she looked in her appointments calendar she saw that it would be Will doing the audit, this was unheard of, and it had got her flustered...why him? The day arrived and Arabella gathered her documents and arrived at Will’s office for her meeting, she knocked on the door and a voice bellowed, “come in.”
Arabella entered the office, which was almost like an apartment with two large sofa’s and huge board room table, a 100 inch wall mounted TV, which was also a monitor linked to his computer, it was outrageously sumptuous. “Hi Arabella, welcome...come on in and sit down.” She sat in a chair so that she could view the wall mounted screen and then answered various questions with complete professionalism and confidence.
As the audit finished Arabella felt elated knowing after a thorough inspection everything was in order. “Very pleasing Arabella” said Will smiling “however there’s just a small issue emanating from your office, in fact from your computer.”
That feeling of feeling of elation drained from her. “I’m sure you can explain the bill for more than £800 from a porn company which I’m sure must be an error am I correct?” Arabella was mortified, crestfallen, she could feel her entire face and neck heating up with complete embarrassment, her head was bowed but then she sensed her boss looming over her as he made his way round to where she was sitting, she knew she couldn’t explain it away, and she knew this could be the end of her career in a heartbeat, she was completely at his mercy.
“You see Arabella it isn’t really a bill I imagine we could pay that off simply, it’s more what the bill was for. There is a simple breakdown od the bill Arabella and I have to say WOW, this was very, very, hardcore porn.” As Will expected Arabella’s tears began to flow followed by...it won’t happen again blah, blah, blah, “Arabella we have two choices, you’re are either sacked with immediate effect or tomorrow you come to this office at 5 p.m. and we review your case and the repayment as well as disciplinary sanctions,” he paused “what is it to be little miss pervert?”
She gasped at his statement little miss pervert, god what had she done.
Unable to speak and with her head bowed she simply nodded her agreement, picked up her files and rushed out of his office.
Less than twenty-four hours later and after a long and very sleepless night, the feeling in the pit of her stomach had not receded.
She knew her boss had the power and her future in his hands.
At 5 p.m. exactly she knocked on his office door and a sharp “enter” bellowed out, she walked in, closing the door behind her and stood with her head slightly bowed as if about to be executed.
After what seemed an eternity he spoke “so did you enjoy your filth Arabella…did you, look at me directly!”
She lifted her head and he looked her in the eye waiting for her answer “I don’t know sir.”
He looked hard at her “you don’t know...you don’t know...for god’s sake you were watching it long enough...tell me DID...YOU...ENJOY...YOUR...FILTH!”
Tears ran down Arabella’s face as she said with a trembling voice “yes, yes I don’t know why, it was filth but yes I did enjoy it!”
Will’s face broke into a grin, “then perhaps Arabella your perverted enjoyment could actually help you save your job and keep all this very quiet.”
“How...I don’t understand?” her mind was in racing and in turmoil at what was happening to her. Sensing her distress Will made his move quickly “in my dressing room over there is a set of clothes for you to put on, if and when you come out wearing them, we will review your situation.” Arabella didn’t understand, but neither was she going to question him and swiftly went into the dressing room; where what was in there, she completely shocked her.
The clothes if you could call it you could call them clothes, comprised a pair of black seamed silk stockings, which looked very expensive, a black suspender belt, a thong and a bra that wasn’t like any bra she had ever seen before, a pair of bright red and very high stiletto shoes, a tiny black pleated skirt and a white sheer blouse.
Arabella looked...her mouth agog she had never worn a suspender belt nor stockings before, she paused, she knew what this was all about but what could she do about it...was her career that important to her, if she was sacked, she would almost certainly be unemployable in the same work again, and then she would also have to explain her sacking to both family and friends.
She decided she had to comply, so she undressed, she was naked looking at herself in a full-length mirror. She knew she was being asked to dress like one of the sluts in the porn films she had watched, she looked at her bottom, her breasts her pussy and thought could she really go through with this, parade in that outfit in front of her boss, but she knew she had no choice. She bit firmly on her bottom lip while rolling on the stockings attaching them to a suspender belt.
She squeezed her tits into a tiny quarter cup bra, a bra so small no matter how much she tried something would pop out, then she was dragging the tight tiny skirt over her thighs god she had never been in anything so short.
When she was fully dressed if dressed was the word, she applied the slutty make-up on the dressing table ruby red lips and charcoal eyes, she looked at herself in the mirror and thought...SLUT! The blouse was so tight much that the buttons were threatening to burst, over that tiny bra showing what now looked like massive tits fully, nipples long and hard pushing at the blouse material there was nowhere to hide her tits, her legs looked so long with her bottom pushed even higher by those super high heels.
The skirt so short her bottom cheeks and pussy were almost on show below it, hanging out each side of the tiny sheer black thong she wore below the skirt, she knew when she moved in any direction everything would be on show, she took a huge gulp of breath and walked out very unsteadily on the heels back into the office.
Will was stood leaning on the front of his desk, relaxed with a knowing expression on his face.
“Ah Arabella so you decided to try the outfit...good girl, you look every bit the slut that you are!”
Arabella, desperately tries to cover her breasts and mutters “please sir no I’m not...” he smiled “but Arabella you’re wearing the outfit, the outfit of a slut it’s made for you, and may I add you even smell like a slut.”
“Are you excited Arabella, well are you, is your dirty little cunt all wet and sticky?” he lifted his mobile and started to take her picture “oh my god no Will, please...please don’t take pictures...”
“Listen you little fucking slut, you do not call me Will, you call me sir or master...do you understand, I can and I will take pictures, that is if you want to keep your job, now all you have to be is a good girl and do just exactly as I say...UNDERSTOOD!”
Arabella gave a hardly noticeable nod of compliance. “walk up and down for me Arabella, yes you have such a good figure, does your husband tell you that Arabella, such long sexy legs, and big tits they look so good in that blouse.
Sit on the leather chair yes, it is low, right back that’s it good girl” he was stood above her looking at her exposed stocking clad thighs, the tiny skirt caught in the gripping leather chair was worse than useless her tiny thong was clearly on view to this horrible man.
What was worse her face was level with Will’s crotch, and she could make out his erection growing all the time, just like the men in the porn video’s she imagined the girls sucking on them she wanted to touch her pussy she had that familiar itch, Will brought her back from her dreams.
“Now be a good girl stand for me again, walk to the desk, hands on the edge bend at the waist, a little more, now spread your feet wider” Arabella knew her arse was on full show why was she obeying this bastard, why was she was enjoying being dominated by such a horrid man was it because she wanted to be submissive to be Will’s submissive?
He was watching her knowing she was almost ready to do anything for him, he watched her arse swaying gently, her cunt covered by just a thin piece of sopping wet mesh hiding her hidden treasures.
“Flip your skirt up slut so I can see your arse better” Arabella hesitated “you want to do it, we both know what you are and we both know where this is going, so be a good girl flip that skirt up and spread your legs further. Get ready for the spanking you truly want and deserve!”
Arabella responded, “no I didn’t expect to have to do this” but as she began to stand, she felt his hand pushing her back over the desk.
“Be fucking quiet, you made this mess happen, you decided to dress like one of your video whores, but hey if you want it to stop go and get changed and leave and then never enter this building again or ever work again. If you want it to continue, you will tell me now you are my slut, and you will beg me to spank your sweet little arse!” A tense air of silence hung over the office, he was ready to wait...but not too long “please I can’t I’m..., I... how would I explain” Will didn’t answer. Arabella, gripped the edge of the desk, bent further over and closed her eyes and screamed “FUCKING SPANK ME YOU BASTARD, I’m your slut your fuck slut...spank my arse hard really hard I’m nothing more than a perverted filthy slut fuck!”
Smiling with lewd satisfaction Will moved his hand and began stroking Arabella’s arse cheeks, a shallow moan escaped her lips. “you dirty fucking filthy bitch you’ll do anything I say from now on, I own you and you will call me sir.”
THWACK...as the first blow landed and quickly followed by two, three four on each cheek, the pain was at first excruciating, tears ran down her face she had never experienced anything like this in her life before, instead she pushed her arse back and up pointing to her sexual perverse molester.
His free hand moved down below Arabella grabbing the top of her blouse which he tore downwards with brute force, the buttons sprayed everywhere, and her massive tits now untethered bounced free.
He began to roughly squeeze her tits, while still spanking her reddening arse cheeks he was tugging hard on her hardening nipples stretching them with his cruel fingers causing Arabella extreme pain.
“You love this don’t you my slut, you love your arse being thrashed and I've only just started with you” he had slowed with the spanking slowly stroking over his own red hand marks caressing her cheeks, then his fingers hooked her tiny thong uncovering anal passage, his knuckles lightly trailed across her crinkly hole, he noticed the sharp intake of breath and the tightening of her arse cheek.
He continued to pull on her thong uncovering her cunt, as his fingers came in contact with soaking wet lips as the thong clung to Arabella’s cunt juice.
All the time he continued squeezing on her massive tits concentrating on her elongated nipples, Arabella was moaning like a little she-cat her body writhing with lust begging her master to touch her cunt finger her fuck her anything she felt so hot.
He pulled her upright and spun her to face him all in one movement, she hung her head looking only at the floor. He took a nipple once more between his fingers squeezing hard ”you like this Arabella?” she nodded without lifting her head “you know it has its consequences for your pain I must have my pleasures” another nod “now I think we both agree you are my whore bitch slut however we wrap it up, you Will do just as I say!”
All the time he spoke he was pushing Arabella down onto her knees in front of him then he undid his zip allowing his pants to drop round his ankles. Arabella had seen the outline, now it was staring at her, hard and its bulbous head was crimson, her hand nervously moved towards it as she took it between her fingers.
“I need an answer before we go further, you are my whore you Will do whatever I wish” she looked up at him as her hand circled the throbbing piece of meat, “yes sir anything.”
“Kiss it my little whore soon you will have it all down your slut throat tasting my hot cum, so you get started” Arabella had always thought this part of sex was crude and disgusting...but how could she want this, an old man ordering her controlling her, Arabella’s mouth opened wide as she took in the tip of his throbbing knob end, showing her little mercy or respect Will grabbed Arabella’s hair and rammed his cock into her mouth as she gagged and gasped for air.
Tears streamed from Arabella’s eyes, spittle flooded from the corners of her mouth as she continued to gag, but he just kept force fucking her throat, but strangely for Arabella the more he did it the more relaxed her throat became and more accommodating...why? she didn’t know but she felt elated when his ball sack was slapping her chin but her throat had been opened and stretched like never before.
Arabella was watching her persecutor behind smiling eyes waiting now for him to take her mouth as she knew he would. Will looked down at his sex slave her eyes black with mascara and tears, he took three perfect pictures of his slut, “now start sucking my cock until my spunk fills your filthy throat” without hesitation her mouth started to move up and down faster and faster, her fingers found his balls as she started stroking and squeezing.
“Suck it bitch get it down that whore throat here it comes swallow it down you filthy slut taste my spunk” Arabella didn’t hesitate as her throat opened and swallowed the hot sticky cum as she continued sucking tasting every last drop from him...she suddenly started enjoying being used like one of the video sluts.
“Next you’re going to feel my cock up that filthy cunt when I fuck you” Arabella felt her pussy start to twitch as he verbally abused her, but she was desperate to have his cock inside her pussy. “Stand up you fuck slut, take off that thong and let me look at your cunt.” She pulled the thong off and stood with her legs open, “pull your lips apart show me it gaping...now!” She did as he commanded “god that’s so fucking wet open it wider push three fingers up it get it ready for me you cock whore.”
Arabella felt ashamed and humiliated the way he spoke to her, but still her fingers started to open herself. “You like it don’t you Arabella you like being an old man’s cum bucket, you can’t wait for my cock to be inside your cunt...can you?”
As Arabella, finger fucked herself, she looked at Will with nothing but lust and wanton and for the first time she admitted it “yes sir, please I want it I want sir to fuck me I want sir to stuff his cock into my filthy slut pussy!”
She then turned without being ordered her hands rested on the desk her legs went wide she reached behind her lifting her little skirt knowing that no man could refuse what was on offer a sopping fuck hole and a very inviting ring piece.
Will approached her pulling on his cock which was hard again, he ran it two or three times along her labia lips even running it round her arsehole noting once again the involuntary twitch, then he began to sink into her swollen cunt, even though she was so wet that her juices were running freely and staining her stockings, just the head entering her was stretching her “not too much please sir, it’s been so long, I’m so tight and you’re so big... argh” he took no notice of her wailing, he started to pound her pulling almost all the way out before stuffing it all the way home, he grabbed her huge tits pulling on them has he drove home stretching her rock hard nipples.
Arabella was holding tight onto the desk riding his knob pushing her arse back onto his meat pole, her wailing had never stopped but now it was wail of pleasure she was loving having her cunt so full while her tits suffered more pain.
She started to moan and scream with pleasure all the time experiencing orgasms one after the other building up, “yes, yes more, fuck me, fuck me hard sir, make me a whore, fill me with your cock…oh fuck...god...yes...yes...cummmming yesss cummmming fuck yes more!”
Her legs were shaking and even though she had the support of the desk, she didn’t know if her legs would hold her up, she was cumming and that was all Will needed too as he exploded filling his slut with his seed, at the same time he was giving her some stinging slaps across her sweet arse cheeks once more turning them a crimson, Arabella exploded as liquid shot from her pussy all over his cock as she shook uncontrollably, she was sobbing and moaning at the same time as she plunged a hand between her legs and rubbed on her clit to keep the orgasm going.
As they both subsided, Arabella’s body was stretched across Will’s desk, she was breathing heavily and rapidly, Will pulled out his softening cock wiping the remaining residue across Arabella's naked cheeks while looking at the mess he’d deposited inside her ran down her thighs leaking from her stretched and gaping cunt hole. “Alright you fuck slut, get dressed and get your fucking arse out of here I’ve finished with you and make it quick.” He watched her crimson arse disappear into the dressing room and smiled to himself knowing she was going to give him a lot of pleasure.
Arabella looked at herself in the mirror, she was completely bedraggled, just like the women in the videos, she now felt something she had never felt before and she would never let this go.
She dressed quickly and cleaned her face as best she could and re-entered the office, Will was sitting at his desk looking at papers as if nothing had happened, she stood in front of him, he looked up and said, “get the fuck out of here!” Arabella responded, “sir I think I may have made an accounting error when you did the audit...but I didn’t reveal it to you, could I discuss it with you on Monday please sir?”
Will sat back in his chair put his hands behind his head, looked long and hard at Arabella and said, “you do realise what you are saying, and you do realise the consequences don’t you?
Arabella nodded and said “yes sir I do know there will be the most severe of consequences which I am prepared to take. “Okay 5-30 p.m. Monday my office, now leave.”
Arabella sat a few moments in her car, she had not replaced her knickers and sitting was difficult, but she enjoyed the contact against the leather of the car seat. She was really pleased with herself that she had kept her job.
What had just happened was like being in one of the movies she’d watched and masturbated to, but unbeknown to Arabella she would soon learn it was not over by far when Will said she was his whore slut he meant it.
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