1. Turning Out My Assistant


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Blackmail, Female / Girl, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Lesbian, Reluctance, Author: Dr Bill Harford, Rating: 79.3, Source: sexstories.com

    I sit behind my desk, looking through the facebook pictures of my nineteen year old Assistant, Lauren. Gently rubbing my cunt through my trousers as I zoom in on her young pretty face. I stop on one picture in particular, her skinny, petite young frame standing beside her overweight Mom in a park somewhere. A floral summer dress hanging over her body. She's going to be here at 3pm. The clock on the corner of the screen reads 15:33 as I click onto the next pic, her and her boyfriend posing using a selfie stick. My cunt begins to moisten at her innocent little face, perfect white teeth, smiling wide beside her dumb soccer top wearing boyfriend. I click to the next picture, little Lauren standing in front of her mirror holding her iphone, pink converse training shoes, tight jeans, tight white vest with her pink a-cup bra showing through. The door to my office opens and in she walks, 5'4, black shoes, white shirt. Her face is expressionless, she can't maintain eye contact. My lips lick themselves involuntarily. "You're late." I growl at her, already enjoying myself. "I'm sorry- I- I- had to do some shopping." She mutters nervously. I open up the drawer on my desk and take out a tablet. I lay it on the desk facing in her direction. "Lock the door." I say whilst admiring her work clothes. She turns the lock on the door. I press play on the tablet, a video kicks in half way through, Lauren, drunk, bent over a couch wearing only her ankle socks as my colleague Charles, late ...
    twenties, black and muscular, ruthlessly fucks her from behind. The sound of Lauren screaming fills the office, somewhere in-between agony and pain as her frame is slammed into the couch. Lauren's hands cover her face humiliated as she catches a glimpse of herself being used as a fuckdoll. "Please turn the volume down." She pleads. "Pretty please..." I instruct. "Pretty please." "What's your boyfriend's name again?" I ask, my excitement building. "Mark." "Does Mark know you enjoy black prick?" "I- I- was drunk." "You look sober enough to me." "Please delete it." "Pretty please." "Pretty please." She obliges. "Take off your shirt." I say as she stares at the floor. "Take off your fucking shirt." I spit at her, my cunt lubricating itself at the sight of her nervousness. "Will you delete it?" "Maybe and maybe I won't fire you for being unprofessional and fucking a workmate." She wipes away tears, I light myself a cigarette. With shaky hands she unbuttons her shirt, revealing her pale fresh skin with each button. I use my free hand to rub my cunt, blowing smoke at her. She stops at the last button, "Please Ms Barry- I'm straight." "Not today you're not." I inform her coldly. Her mouth is agape at my bluntness as she unbuttons the last button and lets the shirt fall to the floor, revealing a black bra covering up what little tits she has. I flick back to the facebook photo of her with her Mom as I unbuckle and unbutton my trousers. Standing up from my desk so she can see my purple panties ...
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