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Doing the Boss

By: Ug



Robin walked into Christine's office and stood in the doorway watching her. As usual she was on the phone, chatting to her friends whilst surfing the net. At the age of 35 she was still very good looking. Black hair, trim figure good legs and she knew it too. Robin had been working for her for a year and a half and he had spent many a night fantasising about what he would like to do to her. In his hand now was part of that plan to help him make those dreams come alive.

Christine smiled at Robin and continued talking as if he wasn't there. She spoke and laughed to her friend whilst noticing Robin's eyes examining her legs again. She tucked her skirt down a bit more, just so he wouldn't get an eyeful of thigh. Robin closed the door opened the envelope he was holding and placed the photos face down on her desk and lent back against the door. Resting the phone in the crook of her neck she picked them up and examined them. She went silent and almost dropped the phone. Robin grinned.

"I'll call you back Sue, something just come up!" 

Two nights before at a works retirement party, Christine had been flirting outrageously with her boss, Jeff. She had sat on his lap, and played shocked when his had cupped her arse. Christine and her boyfriend had been trying for a child for some time now and she had taken fertility drugs to help. All they seemed to do though was make her feel slightly hornier, so when they mixed with the alcohol, it had spelt trouble. As the night wore on he had progressively got bolder and had cupped her breasts and had his hand up her skirt on several occasions. Eventually, they both made an excuse to leave and had departed arm in arm. He had offered to give her a lift home and they had ended up in the car park together. She wouldn't let him fuck her though, no matter how much he begged or how much she wanted.

Chris looked through the photographs slowly. The first one she had hold of showed her and her boss in the staff car park. She was leaning back against the wall, her skirt hitched, as Jeff's hand groped her backside and kissed her neck. Her leg was wrapped round his waist, and a big smile was spread across her face. 

She looked at the second picture, and her complexion paled further. It showed her on her knees in front of him, jerking her boss's dick into her mouth as his hands twined through her hair. His trousers round his ankles as she pleasured him. The third showed her hands on his backside as she took his full length into her mouth. She looked up at Rob. His expression was one of amusement. She couldn't stop herself and returned to look at the photos. The fourth and fifth picture showed the boss cumming, she hadn't swallowed and had let him blow over her face and neck. She turned the last picture and showed them both cleaning themselves up.

She looked at Rob's smile "Who else has seen these?"

Rob stretched his arms and cracked his neck to make her wait. "No one. Yet!"

She replaced them back in the envelope so she wouldn't have to look at them. She was his boss and she had to maintain that roll. "These photographs could cause a lot of problems. Just think of the damage it could do the company, let alone to me and to Jeff's families."

"Naturally you'll want me to hand over the originals to you so they can be destroyed."

She didn't like the expression he wore. An expression like that meant that there would be a payment involved. She was prepared to pay what it took, then fire his ass!

"Yes I would Robin." She said as calmly as she could.

He leant down close to her. "Well, I want what Jeff got!" 

She swallowed hard. She had only done that with her boss because of the alcohol. "No deal Robin. How dare you try and blackmail me! You little shit! I am not…"

Robin interrupted her little rant. "As you know, they're off my new digital camera. It was simple to download them onto the computer. It'll be even simpler to attach them to an email. Tell me Chris, is our 'all-staff' email address the same? I bet your boyfriend's company email system has a set up very similar to ours!"

She stared at him shocked. Not a word passed between them as each other forced the other to back down first. It was Chris that cracked.

"OK Robin. Lock the door then." She looked at the floor defeated.

"No." he said moving behind her. "Not here." His hands massaged her shoulders. "You know where I live." His hands moved down and cupped her breasts through her white blouse. Her body stiffened against him "Come to my house after work." His thumbs rubbed her nipples and his mouth moved to her neck. "Directly after work! I trust you won't tell anyone about this…" One hand moved slowly down her belly. "…arrangement" his lips kissed her neck. 

"You are not fucking me. Understand?" She hissed.

"I'm sure we can come to some other arrangement then!" He moved his mouth up to her ear and licked her earlobe. 

"Whatever. Just no fucking!"

"Well Chris." He moved away from her "See you tonight. I don't think you'll mind me popping off work early and getting myself ready do you?" He said and sauntered out the door. 

As the door closed, Christine realised that she had been holding her breath and panted for air. She put her head in her hand and thought about what was to happen.

Robin left work and headed for home. On the way he visited the local supermarket. He went straight to the chemist counter and explained he needed condoms with out the spermicide on. He had his own ideas about what was going to happen tonight. The only certainty he had was that he was going to fuck her.

Getting home, he quickly opened the pack and pulled out the individual rubbers. From his wardrobe he pulled out a new shirt, still in it's plastic, and removed the pins. Carefully he perforated each condom pack several times and replaced them in their box. He grinned to himself and put them in his dressing gown pocket. He had other things to do before she arrived, and he went through to his computer and grabbed his webcams.

At 5:30, the doorbell rang and Robin, freshly showered and still dressed in his bathrobe opened the door. Christine just looked at him, before pushing past him. He grinned to himself and closed the door. She walked into his front room and stood in the middle of the floor. 

"OK let's get this over and done with." She said, hands on her hips. Robin sat down in his favourite chair and took in the view. His eyes worked their way down her body from the thick straight black hair on her head, it moved down to her dark painted lips. He could feel himself getting more turned on as they travelled over her full breasts and he remembered how they had felt in his hands earlier. Moving down further, they went to her hips, down her knee length skirt, to her dark grey nylons and slight high heels.

He looked up at her face. "Jeff had you sat in his lap first!" he said pointing to his. 

Christine gritted her teeth. "Do you want this blow job or not?"

"Do you want everyone seeing you and the boss?"

She walked over to him and sat on his lap, as if she was perched on a bar stool.

"No." Rob said calmly, making sure she knew who was in charge and who was doing who a favour. "I want you to hitch your skirt up, and for your knees to be either side of my legs." 

Again the expression on her face darkened. If he thought he was going to have a job tomorrow then he thought wrong. Slowly moving her skirt hem up, she knelt across his lap. Robin's hands moved to her waist and he looked into his bosses dark brown eyes. He could tell how much she hated him right at this point, and he loved it. His hands moved to her breasts briefly squeezing them before moving to open her blouse. 

"No!" Christine grabbed his hands. "I'm here to give you just a blow job!"

"You said in the office 'just no fucking'. This isn't fucking. If you've gone back on your word then you had better leave." He kept his gaze into her eyes, not moving his hands. 

Christine returned his stare then turned her head away from him and released his hands. 

Robin's fingers undid the buttons on her blouse, pulling the rest of her blouse from her skirt and sliding it down her arms. He eyed the cream bra she was wearing. It had a silky shine to it, and promoted her breasts to him. Moving his head forward he extended his tongue and slid it down her throat and between her breasts. Christine trembled. His hands travelled to her shoulders and pulled the straps down, before reaching behind and unclipping the bra. He threw it aside and moved his mouth to her uncovered breasts and began to suck and lick at her nipples.

Christine gritted her teeth, her jaw aching. How could she let him do this? She tried to move her mind away from what he was doing to her body, but for some reason her body didn't want her to. She tried to think of her work, but she could feel the way his teeth scraped gently on her erect nipples. She thought of her boyfriend at home, but the stubble from Rob's face quickly removed them from her mind as she felt it graze across her skin. She didn't want to, but her body was getting more turned on by the moment.

Robin's hands moved down to her arse and squeezed. His mouth still working on her breasts, he let his hands wander. They moved down the hiked fabric of her skirt and onto her nylon covered thighs. He could feel the smoothness of the material on her and how thinly it covered. He pushed the skirt up higher and moved past her hips. He prayed to God that the cameras were catching this!

Before taking a shower, he had set up five cameras in this room, all pointing towards this chair from different angles and different zooms. He had plugged them into his computer and set it to record everything. He wanted to treasure this moment forever.


Christine realised that she was biting her lip and that she was secretly enjoying this. Being stripped of her authority and having a man doing as he wished. She grabbed his wrist as it moved between her thighs. "I said no fucking!" She felt him grab her wrist and found her hand guided to his freed cock. She gently stroked it as his hands went back to rubbing the outside of her legs. It had released itself from the bathrobe and stood erect between them. She played with the length of it he groped and played with her.

Robin moved his head from her breasts and got her to her knees. She needed no encouraging as she lent forward and took his manhood into her mouth. He gasped as her mouth engulfed him, feeling her tongue working around the head of his cock. She moved a hand up to his dick and slowly jerked him into her mouth. The sensations she was making him endure were amazing. His hand loosened her grip on his cock and moved it his thigh, before pushing her head gently down, making her deep throat him.

Christine knew she shouldn't be enjoying this but she was. She sucked and teased his dick with vigour. She could feel how wet she was, and squeezing her thighs together didn't make it subside. At any other time she would be asking for a dick to fuck at this point, but she kept on remembering the fertility drugs and her boyfriend waiting for her at home. 

There was nothing that would be able to wipe the grin from Robin's face tonight. Non of his former girlfriends or his imagination had blown him like this. She worked the entire length of his dick. Her hand had moved back and was gently fondling his balls, whilst her tongue wrapped around his dick like snake. He could feel his heart pounding. She was good. Very good. He moved his hands to her hair and wound the long lengths around his fingers. She hadn't swallowed her bosses mess, but he was damned if she wasn't going to swallow his.

Christine could feel how close he was and sucked his cock deep, letting the surface of her tongue rub the base of his dick. In her hands she could feel his balls beginning to tighten. She was ready to finish him off by hand when he pushed her fully head down. Gagging, she tried to pull up from him, but his grip was too strong. His hands held her head in place and she felt the wave of his lust rip through him and into her mouth and throat. She didn't want to swallow, but it pumped out of him as he held her to him. Then it was over. 

Robin let go of her hair and she sat back wiping at her mouth. "I hate it when guys do that!" She said.

He looked down at her, his lust partly sated. "Now Christine, it's your turn."

She looked up at him. "My turn? I told you I'm not fucking you!" 

"I agreed, we won't fuck. I want to eat you out though!"

Christine shook her head. "No, this has gone far enough. It stops now!"

"Get on the chair and spread your legs." He stood up. "Or the deal is off!"

"You said…" She began.

"Chair! Now or your boyfriend sees the pictures!"

She needed a reason. "You don't want to do that." She smiled at him "I'm on!"

Robin stood in front of her, his dick still semi erect. A small amount of unswallowed cum was oozing from the end. "If you are on I'll stop. Chair!"

She stood up and sat down as ordered. "Please Robin!" She tried one last time.

Robin gripped her legs and pushed her knees up and apart. He threw her knees over his shoulders and brought her to the edge of the chair. He stared at his prize, thinly covered by dark nylon, her pantyhose was going to offer no resistance to him. He began by slowly licking his way up her thighs, his hands moving up, keeping pace with his tongue, pushing her further down into the chair. He could hear her still asking him to stop, but the way she was panting and the smell of her sex sounded like she didn't care too much. His fingers ripped at the crotch of her pantyhose and pulled her thin panties aside. There was nothing to show she was on, no pad, no string. His mouth covered her mound in an instant and his tongue explored.

Christine's head was thrown back as she felt his tongue began to assault her. He hadn't believed her lie about being on. She fought for breath as the tongue pounded mercilessly against her clit. She felt it swirling around her clit, drawing it out, and roughly toying with it. She could feel his hands gripping and tearing at her arse as he forced his head deeper. Christine was almost lay flat on the chair, with her legs wrapped around his neck. She grabbed at his head as his tongue pushed into her and bit the knuckles of her other hand as it twisted and writhed inside. 

Rob ate her with a vengeance. He was going to make sure that he was going to fuck her before she left tonight. The assault on her continued, bringing her closer to the edge. As her panting grew to fever pitch he suddenly stopped and waited for her to slightly calm down. Each time, he brought within a moment of release before stopping, her body growing more frustrated each time. He stopped completely and stood up.

Christine couldn't believe he would stop now, when she was so close. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to fuck you!" He held his now erect cock in his hand and smiled.

Enough of her inhibitions remained in place to tell her that this was a bad idea. "No! We agreed no fucking! You said no fucking!"

"You're not leaving here until I've fucked you!"

"Robin, I said no!" She wanted release but not at the cost.

"You've got two choices Chris." He reached down and played with her pussy, caressing her clit with his fingers. He could see she was still close to orgasm. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the packet of condoms. "The two choices are either I fuck you with one of these on." He made sure she was fully aware of her choices. "The second choice is I fuck you without one on. Either way I AM fucking you! What's it to be?"

She could tell by the look on his face that she was not getting out of this. Defeated, she nodded and he quickly opened the condom and rolled it onto himself. He offered his hand and she reluctantly took it. Turning her around he pushed her over the arm of the chair. He ripped at her pantyhose and pulled her panties further aside. Pushing his knee forward, he edged her legs apart and guided his dick forward. 

Christine gripped the arm of the chair as she felt him moving behind her. He pushed against her and in one movement entered. She threw her head back and inhaled between clenched teeth. She wanted a good fucking and she hoped this was to be one. 

Rob had his own plans. He knew about the fertility drugs, she had mentioned it every day at work for the last month and half. Ramming himself in, he let his mind just focus on his dick. He could feel how warm, wet and tight she was inside. But he was searching for one other feeling. He pulled back and slammed into her again. He heard her moan, and he closed his eyes. He pulled almost out, gripping her hips hard, he forced his way in, hard and deep. She cried out yes to his assault and he felt a snap and the condom sliding down his dick. The pinholes he had put in them had worked. His dick was now totally free to fuck her. He fucked her hard. Holding her by the hips, he pounded against her.

She held onto the arm of the chair, nails digging into the fabric. The attack on her pussy was amazing. She heard herself groaning with pleasure. She lowered her body further, keeping her arse high, allowing him to enter deeper. She could feel the release approaching, what she had been waiting for all evening. Her body began to tense up as she felt the throbbing building between her thighs.

Robin kept fucking. He could feel her muscles gripping him tight and he loved the feeling. He was almost ready himself. She started to moan and whimper as he pounded her tight pussy. He could see her body shaking, then, as he thrust into her she slammed back hard onto him and screamed. Gripping her waist, he rode her through her passion.

Christine's release was a blessing. She felt exhausted by it and collapsed forward onto the chair, her face into the cushion. Robin's hand again gripped her hair, whilst the other playfully slapped her backside. "Christine?" 

His pounding against her quickened. One foot now on the chair and the other on the floor. He was fucking her deep. "Christine?" 

She began to come back from where she had been "Yes?" She replied.

"I think the condom has broke!" 

"Pull out! Pull out!" Christine started to struggle against him. He held her down as he continued fucking. Still holding her face down by the hair, his hammering against her cunt. She begged and screamed at him to pull out, but he wasn't going to.

This is what Rob had been planning. Her struggling just sent him over the edge. He forced her face into the cushion as his body trembled, and with a loud gasp, came. He felt wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his being and erupting into her. The sensations stopping him from making any sound. Even Christine's muffled screams from beneath him didn't register. And then with a final shudder, it ended. He let go of her hair and stumbled back against the wall for support.

Christine got up from the chair and quickly grabbed her blouse. Tears streaking her make up, she pulled her skirt back down into place and left slamming the door. 

Rob went into work next day and walked into her office. She watched him without a word.

"I've got you a present." He said reaching into his jacket, and placing a CD in front of her. "On it are all the photos from the party the other night as promised."

Her eyes moved down to examine it. She picked it up and placed it in her drive on the computer. After a few seconds, the pictures began to play in order.

"Before you fire me, there's one extra thing on there." he said as he left the room.

Christine stared as the movie from the night before began to play. 

Doing the Boss Ch. 02



Christine had had enough of Robin. For the past year she had put up with his sly smiles every time she entered the room, his ability to turn up at the photocopier when only she was there, he would even walk straight into her office without knocking and just stand there openly ogling her body whilst she would be on the phone. All of this just because he had managed to blackmail her into having sex at his place. It wasn't even sex, at one point he had raped her. She had shouted for him to pull out, for him not to cum in her, but he had held her down and fucked her. He had video taped the whole thing and had presented it to her the morning after. The worst thing of all was that one point she had enjoyed it. She was so annoyed with herself for falling for his plan, and now she, being his manageress, had lost her hold and control on him. She wasn't going to give up this job and move elsewhere because of this little fucker, and she couldn't fire him because of the video.

Arranging to have the following week off with her manager, she decided that she could for at least one week not have him leering at her. She went home that evening to find her husband not there, a message on the answer-phone told her he was going to be very late with some report due tomorrow. She sat down with her laptop and switched it on. Opening her purse, she pulled out the CD which Robin had so joyfully presented to her the next morning. For some reason tonight of all nights she had decided to actually bring it home. She hadn't before in case her husband found it and she would need to explain everything. Everything from giving her manager a blow job after a Christmas night out to falling for a cheap blackmailing trick. 

The disk glinted light of it as she paused to think why she had decided to bring it home tonight of all nights. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and placed it in the drive and clicked view. 

She had never really sat there and watched it all the way through, thinking it revolting the way he had gained control over her and the stupid way she had fallen for it. Tonight though, she sat and forced herself to watch how it unfolded. Her eyes were mesmerized by the screen, she watched him use her mouth, saw how the view enlarged to show her head being forced onto his dick as he pumped his load into her throat. She sat and watched, nervously chewing her lip. Her eyes widened as the computer showed her being forced face down into the chair as he brutally fucked her from behind, her muffled yells begging him to stop. She watched as she ran from the room and Robin turned and smiled to the camera. 

The screen blanked out at the end of the film. Christine was lost in thought for a few seconds before she realised she had her thighs clenched and was breathing heavily. How the hell was this turning her on, she didn't know or understand. She had stopped her medication of fertility drugs immediately after her rape, which she knew attributed to being the reason for his ease of play and her sexual excitement. They had somehow made her more sexually active and more uninhibited.

She checked her watch and knew her husband wasn't due for a long while yet. Glancing to check the curtains were drawn, she hitched her skirt up and watched the video again.

She paused it on where he was fucking her from behind and masturbated, she didn't know if she was pretending it wasn't him or imaging it was someone else, it was the image that caused her to finger fuck herself. The loss of control, to be at the mercy of another man, unable to stop him using her in the manner he wanted to. She closed her eyes and remembered the feeling of being taken and the huge orgasm she felt before he came.

Afterwards Christine opened her eyes and stared at the screen, slightly ashamed of what she had just done, but also intrigued. She understood now exactly how to regain control over Robin, but was slightly fearful of how to do it. So much could go wrong, but if it worked she would be back in charge. Re-adjusting her skirt, she went upstairs and opened the medicine cabinet and near the back found her bottle of fertility drugs. She took the cap off and dry swallowed a couple. Christine was going to use her body to against Robin, to make him submit in the same way that she had, make him beg, squirm, to do with him as she pleased and leave him aside, used. She went back downstairs, unloaded the CD and started to make a plan of action.

Robin was sat at his desk when she returned to work, surfing the internet, and as usual finding reasons not to tackle his fair share of the work. He saw Christine walk through the door and his eyes followed her in. In the last year since he had had his way with her, she had never worn a short skirt, but here she was now walking toward him, a mid thigh length skirt on with dark tanned nylons underneath, his eyes drew up her body and saw the low plunging neck line of her top, which hinted at a black lacy bra every so often. She had worn full make-up, highlighting her cheekbones and lips, her hair professionally tied up, making her look very official. Robin licked his dry lips and adjusted his seat to make himself more comfortable. 

She looked at him as if noticing him for the first time, a smile like from a snake to a rat played across her lip. Deliberately, she placed both hands on his desk, eyes locked on his and leant down, providing him with a full view of what was beneath the top. "Ah Robin, I was wondering if I could see you in my office in 5 minutes." 

Robin blinked his eyes not removing themselves from the wonderful cleavage on display, but said nothing.

"And bring a coffee for me, black." She turned to walk to her office and glanced as seductively as possible over shoulder at him. "Please!" she said softly.

Robin watched her walk towards her office, his eyes following the way her legs moved and the wonderful way that she moved her backside, swinging her hips slightly. What the fuck was she up to?

Less than five minutes later Robin knocked on the door and entered holding two cups of coffee. She swivelled her chair to face him and smiled. "Thank you Robin. Please close the door and sit down."

Robin placed her cup on the table, his eyes playing up her legs, seeing how far and what he could make out up there. Stockings or pantyhose?

She sat slightly back from the desk so he could see exactly what she had to offer and so she could see that he was almost hers to control again. This wasn't enough, she wanted humiliation for him. "I bet you're wondering what am I up to, aren't you?" She let her high heeled shoe dangle from her foot and noted the way his eyes followed it every movement. Robin never said a word and just nodded.

The previous week, from the Friday night to this morning, she had doubled her prescribed dosage of pills. Her husband had noticed the side effect. He had been made aware of it every night and morning, and at one stage had to physically push her off so he could at least spend one night in peace.

"I want us to go to a small hotel I know and carry on where we left off last time." She said picking imaginary fluff of her nylons.

This made Robin look up. "What?"

"You heard me" she smiled confidently "a hotel room? Me? You? Us? Fucking? Are you interested?"

Robin stared; it was certainly not a time to ask why "When?"

"Tonight, after work." She reached slightly into her low cut top and magically produced a business card before proffering it to him. 

Robin grinned like a madman and snatched the card from her fingers. He paused long enough to remember that there was no such thing as a free meal. "What's the catch?"

Christine smiled slightly, the corner of her mouth rising. "This time, it'll be my rules, my video and, I." She paused so he understood fully "I will be in charge. Do we have a deal?"

Robin quickly thought of what she was trying to do. "Just you in the room right?" She nodded. "So no tying me to the bed so some gay guy can rape my arse right?"

She smiled at him, and gently licked the front of her teeth. "You WILL be tied to the bed so you know I'm in charge, but there will be no other people in the room but me..." she leaned forward "... and you!"

Robin knew this was a trap, but the bait was so irresistible. He stood from his chair and locked the door.

"What are you doing?" she asked calmly.

He walked slowly towards her. "I want proof this isn't you fucking with my mind"

She looked at him, momentarily unbalanced, but maintaining an outer show of confidence. "What do you need?"

"I want you to get on your knees and suck me off" he said pointing to the floor.

"No, I told you. This time I'm in control or nothing."

Robin looked annoyed at this, his power being slowly taken from him.

Christine stood "Now, if you excuse me, I'm late for a meeting."

She went to walk past him, but he pushed her up against the wall. Christine floundered against his grip. His mouth going for her neck, one of his hands tugging at the hem of her short skirt and shoving its way between her thighs..

Christine forced herself to stiffen and stopped fighting. She felt his hand between her thighs, rubbing furiously at her crotch. "Not in the office" she hissed. Just as the last time he was going to ignore her protests and she felt his hand reposition itself and the crotch of her pantyhose being pulled sharply as he tried to rip them open. Christine was not about to be taken in her office. With her last strength, she pushed him off her and he fell back against the desk. 

"I think that's all the proof you're getting for now" she repositioned her skirt and hair and pushed past him "7 O'clock tonight in the bar, don't be late."

Robin went back to his seat, his hard on pushing angrily against his pants. The little prick tease, what was she up to? He looked at the business card she had given him, no room number just the time and location written on it. There was no way he was going in unprepared. 

At just before 7:00pm, Robin entered the bar. It was a small hotel and the bar was relatively unoccupied. Christine was sat at the bar, chatting to the barman. She had changed from her work clothes to a thin dark blue dress, and very dark nylons on. She looked so horny. She turned to smile at him and got off the stool, ignoring the barman and went to him. "Want to sit down first?" She asked pointing to a table.

Robin simply nodded and sat down opposite her. He was unsure how she wanted to play this, and he could tell she knew.

"I'm in room 416" she said pushing a key towards him "I'm going upstairs. You are to follow me in 15 minutes."

He nodded. She got up to go before he finally managed to say something. "Wait. How do I know this isn't a trap? You could have a few heavies up there to smash my face in"

She paused and then smiled "You don't." she grinned at him and winked "Besides, you know that isn't my style." With that she turned and left the bar, leaving Robin flummoxed. He waited 2 minutes to make sure she wasn't returning and took out his phone.

Fifteen minutes later, Robin walked up the stairs and unlocked the door. Inside was a large double brass bed and an en-suite bathroom, in the middle of the room was a video camera on a tripod. There were no heavies and nothing out of his worst dreams. The bathroom door opened and out walked Christine. She was dressed in a long black robe, and stood with her arms crossed in front of her. "Well? Are you going to come in and close the door or do we fuck in the hallway?"

Robin moved inside and closed the door behind him. 

"On the bed Robin, hands above head!"

He paused, waiting for the trap to spring. It didn't.

"I told you Robin" she said calmly and sweetly "It's either my way or no way!"

Robin moved to the bed

"Take off you clothes for the camera please." Christine picked the camera from off the tripod and focused it on him. Cautiously, removed his clothes and lay on the bed.

"Thank you Robin. Now above your head are a pair of handcuffs, I want you to put them on." 

Robin looked at her. Her robe had opened slightly revealing a part of dark blue corset and darker nylons. She seemed to be certainly dressed for the occasion. He lifted his hands and placed the cuffs around them, careful not to draw them tight.

"Tighter please Robin. I don't want you escaping do I? Not when it's my turn"

Pausing for a moment, aware the camera was on him and knowing there was some form of trap he slowly tightened the cuffs.

Christine moved around the bed, admiring his helpless position. She zoomed in on the cuffs and was quite satisfied that they were tight. Cautiously, she reached down and checked, making them click another notch, the expression on his face showing that he could no longer escape. She was so happy and excited. Carefully she put the camera back on the tripod and undid the belt from her robe, letting the long black robe slide from her body and pool on the floor. Robins face was shock and awe. She stood before him in a dark purple tightly fitting bodice, laced up the front, no shoulder straps. Between her legs was a matching pair of panties, as she twirled around she showed the thin string covering her backside. Her legs were adorned with black stockings with a jet black lace top. The sight made his erection quiver in anticipation. She noticed and smiled at his tremor of excitement. "I take it this was a good choice to wear?" 

Robin couldn't muster any words but eagerly shook his head in agreement.

She sat on the side of the bed and gently reached out, stroking his member. 

Robin pushed his hips up to meet her hand, but her hand instead of stoking his dick, pushed his hips back down. "I'm in control, remember?"

Robin's body stiffened as she gently let her fingernail scrape the base of his dick. 

"I remember this dick" she said looking into his eyes "fucking me deep and hard. Do you remember Robin?"

Robin was biting his lip as she took it between her thumb and forefinger and slowly drew them up and down. He couldn't answer and just nodded.

She moved her mouth closer and let her hot sweet breath blow against his rigid member. 

"Christ Christine! Don't. You don't want me cumming yet do you?" He flustered.

"No" was her simple answer.

She felt so in control, so powerful. Christine let go of his cock and swung her legs onto the bed, straggling his thighs. 

"I bet you want me to take these panties off so you can push it up into me don't you?" she said, sliding her crotch up his leg. 

Robin was beyond answering, and just gazed wide eyed at this woman in front of him.

She stopped as the crotch was over his dick and lowered herself so the fine material separated her from his urgent needs. Moving her arms, she placed her hands on his shoulders and looked down into his face, as she slowly rubbed her protected pussy against his dick. 

"Well?" she asked smiling

"Huh?" said Robin, lost in the sensations of the body.

"Do you want me to take my panties off so you can fuck me?"

"Yes!"

She smiled down at him, showing she was in control. "Ask me nicely, and I may"

"Take off your panties now" he growled

His head reeled from the hard slap across his head. "What the fuck?" he shouted.

She still was above him, leaning over his body. "I said ask nicely!"

Christine resumed smiling whilst slowly sliding her crotch up and down his cock.

So this was her plan. Robin knew there was to be a trap or a clause and this was it. She wanted him to beg and plead like a puppy. For now he would play along.

"Please will you remove your panties Christine?" he asked softly

She closed her eyes and slid harder against his dick. "Why?" She whispered, lost in her pleasure.

"So I can fuck you!"

Slap! 

"What the hell was that for?" he asked.

"I want you to beg me to" She grinned.

Robin closed his eyes tight so he could concentrate on the right words. "Please remove you panties Christine so I can fuck you." He gulped as he felt her rub harder and quicker against his dick "otherwise I'm going to cum on them"

She smirked at him "How does it feel to loose your control Robin?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her face. This was more of the trap. 

"Beg me again Robin!" she growled as she ground her pantied crotch against him

"Please Christine, I'm going to cum" He gasped

She paused and raised her crotch from his dick

"You could have got me pregnant when you raped me" she growled.

"What? I didn't rape you!" he gasped

She slapped him harder across the face, the sound echoed around the room.

"You know you did! When I said 'No' and begged you to pull out, you carried on fucking me" 

"I'm sorry, I thought you wanted it!" He shouted out

She slapped him harder "Liar!" She yelled and slapped him again.

She slowly lowered herself back to his dick and resumed rubbing, the smile gone from her face. 

She wanted her power back.

"Tell me Robin, what's it like to have a woman so close to you at the moment and unable to do a thing about it?" She moved her hand seductively down the corset, making sure Robins eyes followed it into her small matching panties.

"Are you going to hit me if you don't like the answer?" he asked

"Possibly." She moaned as she closed her eyes, her finger slowly moving through her pubic hair.

"Then it's fucking annoying!" he snarled. She could feel how excited he was; his body beneath her, wriggling trying to find something to fuck.

She gulped loudly as she started to tease herself. "I'd bet you'd really like to fuck me right now wouldn't you?" she whispered softly.

Robin pulled hard on the cuffs, but they wouldn't give. "Damn straight!" he growled.

"I'd bet you'd like to bend me over like you did last time and fuck me like a slut." 

"Yes" he said. Robin could tell she was not really paying him attention. Her hand inside her panties moved furiously, whilst she sat on his cock but in such a way he couldn't gain purchase anywhere.

"What would you do to me?" Her words coming out in gasps

"I'd shove myself right in you, no messing around with foreplay, and fuck you like meat!"

If she heard this he didn't know, because he watched her suddenly whimper and and bit her lip, her body quivering as she orgasmed on him. 

After a moment, she re-opened her eyes and pulled her hands from her panties. She held them to his face, about to let him suck her off her fingers, but instead wiping them down his cheeks.

She got off the bed and once she had Robin's undivided attention eased her panties down her nylon covered thighs, lifting them up with thumb and forefinger and placing them on his chest.

"I remember quite well, that you like to use your mouth." She smirked at him.

Robin just stared at her, not responding.

She climbed back on the bed, straggling his chest and began to shuffle forwards.

Reaching down she grasped his head in both hands and lifted it up.

"Stick out your tongue!" She demanded

He remained tight lipped, his face glowering at her for making such demands of him.

"Stick out your tongue, now!" Her face showed anger at his refusal.

"At least finish my dick off by hand first" 

"I'm saving that for later. Now do as I say or do I have to hit you until you do as you told?" The expression in her eyes showed she wasn't about to use slaps to the face.

He obeyed.

Christine shuffled forward, still holding his head. As his tongue parted her pubic bush, she groaned and pulled his face into her. 

Robin decided that like before he would use her as he wanted and not let her fulfil her lust. Forcing his tongue into her, he tasted her juices once more. The more he fucked her with his tongue the harder she would crush her mound against his face. He could feel her hands either side of his head, her nails like spurs driving him on. The sap from her flowed freely and her urgent grunting from above showed she was close to release. At once Robin withdrew his tongue and closed his mouth. His plan didn't work, instead of her stopping and ordering him to obey her, she carried on rubbing her mound against him Her cunt rubbed frantically across his face, bashing into his nose, stopping him from breathing. She started to howl and shout as she came, her wetness surging across him mouth and into his nose. Suddenly she released his head, letting it flop back hard onto the bed. 




Doing the Boss Ch. 02



She looked down at him and smiled nastily. "Oh God, it's good to be in charge again!"

Christine got off him and went to the bathroom to clean up. As she closed the door for a little privacy, Robin reached over to his watch and pulled out a key that was hid between his wrist and the watch face. It had dug painfully into his wrist and he now prayed it would fit. Shop handcuffs were usually not like proper police issued cuffs and the key in most of them were basic. Christine obviously hadn't spent a great deal on these ones and strong as they were the key fitted easily and opened them with little fuss.

Carefully he crept over to the door of the room and unlocked it, unchaining his other wrist on the return. If she wanted to play games, then he had a new deck of cards for her.

Lying back on the bed, Robin fed the cuffs through the rails again and left the cuffs open enough for him to slide his hands back through quickly and easily.

The door opened as Robin made the last adjustment to the cuffs and stared annoyed at her. Christine grinned at him "Oh dear, didn't you get to cum that time either?" She pouted her bottom lip mockingly "At this rate maybe you wont be cumming tonight at all!" She got back on the bed before straddling his body again. To Robin's surprise, she faced his feet. Robin began to slide the cuffs as quietly as he could from his wrists. 

She wriggled back up his body, sitting on his stomach.

"Now if I remember right, you love to see me in nylons don't you Robin?" She said lightly. 

Robin with the cuffs removed carefully pulled them through the bed spokes and prepared to use them. "Yes Christine" He said obediently "I love to see my manageress in stockings!"

"Good answer my little slave!" she giggled. She gently held his dick and rubbed it up and down her inner leg, letting him feel the soft skin of her thigh, the roughness of the lace before the silky touch of her nylons. She giggled as his cock twitched in her gentle caress. "I think the closest I'm going to let you fucking me tonight is by me doing this."

She softly embraced his dick with her warm thighs, so close to her crotch he could feel the heat and moisture, and slowly masturbated him with them. She leaned back and rested her hands on his chest behind her as she slowly began to tease him anew.

Robin couldn't believe his luck. Holding the cuffs, he readied to slam them against her wrists. 1. he counted, 2.they had to be done together, 3 and fast! Christine shrieked as the cuffs hinges clacked into place, the restraining arms spinning in their hinges and fastening hard and tight against her. 

"No!" She shouted as Robin pulled her back onto the bed.

"Oh fucking yes!" he gloated as she wriggled beneath his grip, his hand quickly gagging her protests.

It was at this point the door opened and Robin's friend walked in. 

This was Pete. 34 years of age, blonde and strong. "I guess 'that' was the signal" he laughed. 

"Yep" said Robin "This is Christine my boss and an excellent fuck. You brought the stuff?" 

Pete waved a small back pack. 

"Good, then lets get her ready then!" said Robin

The first thing to do, much to Robin's disappointment was to gag her. Robin remembered how good she was at giving head, but they didn't want her screaming or worse, biting anything. After a few minutes they stood back to admire their handy-work.

Christine lay on the bed, furiously shouting out muffled protests from behind a makeshift gag made from her discarded panties and duct tape. Her hands were cuffed through the bars on the headrest, and rope belts were tied to each ankle, for now they hung loose as she kicked her legs to no avail. 

"Who'll be going first?" asked Pete anxious to fuck this bound beauty.

"Me! This little prick tease has been winding me up all night." He said climbing on the bed. "Grab the camera, she was enjoying filming it. Don't want her to miss anything do we?"

Christine kicked and wrestled with her legs trying to place a good blow on her soon to be rapist. Robin quickly got off the bed laughing "You know I don't think she is too keen on me fucking her!"

He grabbed one of the ankle straps and started to pull it towards the headrest. Christine screams were easily heard through the gag as the rope was bound to the railings of the bed above her head. She tried to fight them off with her one free leg, but with in moments it was bound like its partner, presenting an open invitation for the men. 

Robin climbed back onto the bed and between her parted legs. "I hope you've been taking those pills again Christine, 'cause I'm going to fuck you all night!"

With that he positioned himself between her thighs and pushed his cockhead against her opening. He looked up at Christine's beautiful face. He watched her for a moment, her eyes pleading him not to do this. 

"Who's the boss now Christine?" He said. With that, he pushed himself in hard and unprotected into her quivering body. 

Christine shouted out in protest as he slid easily into her. She was so sexed up from the evening activities he slid inside her fast. Christine knew that there was a chance he would get the better of her so had got handcuffs instead of rope. She had been willing to take that chance, believing she could control him if she was determined. Now she knew she should have been better prepared and should of at least on him bringing a friend do her.

Robin pushed quickly and easily inside, pumping hard. She had kept him on edge all evening that it wouldn't be long before he'd cum. Gripping the backs of her calves, he pushed them back and down, letting him gain deeper ground. He could hear her shouts behind the gag, He watched her face as he ground himself inside, knowing that this was to be his moment of unleash. Pushing her legs as far back as possible, he gritted his teeth as the first wave of furore swept through his body and exploded into her womb. 

Christine cried out from behind her mouth restraint, not for him cumming, but to be in this situation again. Her position, spread out for their gratification was uncomfortable; her back being bent at an unusual angle, but she could feel why he would want this. Not for the discomfort it brought her, but for how deep he was shooting his cum. Robin must have been at bursting point all evening, because she could feel the hot flashes beating against her insides. 

Robin gasped for breath as the last of the tremors left him. Exhausted, he let her legs go and collapsed onto her body, drinking gulps of fresh air and the sweet perfume she wore. He lay there for awhile, smiling at her. Not a smile of revenge but of release. It was Pete that broke the silence.

"Hey! Come on man. It's my go!" Said Pete putting the camera down.

Robin pushed himself slowly off her body, pausing to look at her face. The anger from being raped again was now being replaced with a fear of being raped again by someone new. Panicking she started to thrash her head as he began to remove his clothes. His body compared to Robin's, was definitely more athletic if a little hairy. 

Pete had been looking forward to this moment since the afternoon when Robin had called him. He had seen the video of her being fucked countless times as his friend had given him a copy at his request. Now he was going to get a piece of her.

"Just like we arranged, remember that!" said Robin

Peter nodded. Once he had finished stripping, Peter stroked his manhood, watching Christine's eyes as he slowly slid his hand up and down. Her eyes remained mesmerised on this large dick that was to fuck her. Robin picked up the camera and took over filming.

Easily undoing the knots that tied her legs to the rails above her head, he let each leg drop hard against the mattress.

"Don't worry sweetheart" he smiled "I'm going to be very gentle with you"

He took the pillows from around her head and pushed them to the middle of the bed.

Christine watched immobile as me moved around the bed, waiting for him to pounce and claim his prize. He sat quite casually on the bottom of the bed and took each length of rope that bound her ankles and tied a loop in each end, pausing every now and then to smile up at her. 

He took the rope binding her left leg and with a sharp, hard and violent tug flipped Christine's body over onto her front, before slipping the loop over the bed post at the end. Ignoring her shouts of distress, he hastily pulled her other leg, spreading her legs wide as he forced the loop over the other post.

Christine lay spread eagled and face down, fully open to any of his advances. She hoped that he was to keep to his word about being gentle. Trembling slightly, she turned her head to watch his progress as he made the way to the middle of the bed. Instead of simply mounting her, he lifted her hips and started to push the cushions, raising her backside. She understood fully now what he wanted, and even with her most violent shouts and begging there was no way to stop him.

With her butt raised in this position, even Robin was quickly getting aroused. He watched as she struggled in vain against her bonds, shouting as she knew what was to happen. 

Peter climbed on the bed behind her. "You look so inviting in this position. I could take you right now." He felt her shiver beneath him he gently played his hand across her bare buttock. "I've watched Robin's tape of you hundreds of times and there is something I've wanted to do to your ass since I first seen it.

Christine started to panic. She had never even entertained the idea of anal sex before. She hysterically started screaming through the gag and fighting the restraints. A hard strike to her ass stopped her and made her bawl from behind her gag. A second strike landed heavily across her other buttock and she howled again. She heard him laugh slightly, but his voice was tainted with lust "Even behind your screams I bet you like this don't you?" he struck her rear again. Her protest this time was only a whimper. Her backside was becoming hot and sore. She could feel her own drug fuelled lust rising. Part of her wanted him to stop, but the medication wanted more.

He placed his fingers against her pussy and started to toy with her. Christine went rigid as he began to smoothly play with her. He let his first two fingers gently slide down and around to taunt her clitoris, and found it swollen and wet. With long and firm strokes, he started to pleasure her, caressing her clit and opening. Robin had told him of the pills she was taking, but he hadn't been prepared for the loud moan of enjoyment that escaped from her mouth. Peter wanted to see what he could do to get her closer. As he pushed down with his fingers, letting the middle knuckles caress her button, he stuck out his thumb and pushed it slowly into her open cunt. The response was fast and clear. From behind her gag came the sound, muffled though it was of 'yes'. Peter slowly carried on teasing her, bringing her close and keeping her livid just on the edge of an orgasm. 

Christine couldn't believe how she was responding to what was happening. She had been raped and about to be again, and here she was like a slut, taking pleasure in it. The thoughts soon fled from her mind as she felt his hand withdraw from her and his body reposition itself. She knew that what he was going to do would be nothing but pleasure. As he began to push himself into her vagina, she shook with violent shudders as new orgasms tore through every fibre of her being.

Pete gripped her backside, trying to steady himself as he slowly pushed his way in. The walls of her cunt sucked and pulled at him, drawing him swiftly in. He pushed himself in fully as the last of the quakes subsided and held himself there. 

Christine lay puffing behind the gag as she waited for her heart to calm down. As she began to compose herself, she felt him start to move again inside. She shut her eyes and left her body in his care, there was nothing more she could do. Concentrating, she imagined how his thick dick was stretching her walls, as he pulled almost out, before unhurriedly he would push his entire length back. She could feel his hands, still firmly holding her backside. The strong fingers gripping her round still tender behind, stopping her from moving too much. She felt one of his thumbs begin to drive it's way decisively between her buttocks. Oh God no, she thought, not there. She shook her head as he began to push his thumb into her tight virgin backside, all the while softly propelling his dick into her. 

Peter twisted his thumb inside her anus, just stretching the entrance for what was to come. He pulled out of her cunt and repositioned himself. Below him, he could see the panic that was beginning to go through her, and drove resolutely inside. 

Robin held the camera as he filmed his boss being fucked in the ass. The expression in her eyes showed him that this was worse than getting pregnant. It was obviously something her husband hadn't even been allowed to do. Maliciously he moved the camera to the head of the bed and filmed from there, so he could watch her face with each new drive into her. 

"I don't think she enjoyed that, did she?" laughed Peter.

"No, I think you've gone where no man has gone before" Robin replied, focusing still on her face.

"Robin, pass me the rucksack. I think I've got something which will help change her mind."

Still filming he passed his mate the black rucksack and filmed what was to happen.

Peter leant forward, impaling her backside fully, letting him use both hands on the rucksack. Below him, Christine squirmed futilely against her restraints. He pulled from the bag a smooth plastic vibrator, which he held out to the video camera to film. Regretfully he had to pull out of her whilst he pushed the contraption into her trembling body. Her cunt unable to prevent a new invasion, allowed it inside. The wire coming from the end held a small control box and Peter grinned as he flicked the switch.

Christine, the pain from her backside primarily on her mind, was not aware of the entry into her of the vibrator. She noticed when the switch was on though as she felt something, pulsing in her vagina. 

Despite being buggered, her cunt was still on fire and this new assault simply drove her onwards to another orgasm. She felt Peter position himself again, before driving home.

Her mind began to swim. The rhythmic sensations from her cunt followed by the pounding of her aching anus were making her feel confused and forcing her to become highly aroused. She kept feeling like she was about to slip into a blackout before snapping quickly awake. Oh God it felt good!

Robin watched her through the camera. He put the camera down on the set of drawers and moved towards the bed. Carefully reaching down, he pulled the tape from her mouth. She tried to breathe in quickly but the small pair of purple panties prevented her from doing so. She coughed them out and opened her eyes, taking in deep breaths of warm air. She felt the back of her hair being seized, but the sensations staggering through her body stopped her from understanding what was happening until she felt Robin, shoving his dick into her mouth. Gripping her head in his hands, Robin started to push into the back of her mouth, fucking her unresisting mouth savagely. 

Peter pulled out from her backside, and gripped his cock in his hand. She was still trembling beneath him when he quickly brought himself off with hand. The first shot left a scorching trail up the back of her dark purple corset. Gripping himself hard he squirted his remainder over her used sphincter before sitting back on to the bed to watch his friend finish her off in her mouth. 

Robin seeing his friend had finished had no intentions of letting this go to waste, and quickly pulled out and climbed on behind. He wanted to finish off again inside her. He hurriedly pulled the vibrator out and dropped it still pumping aside, before taking its place. 

Christine couldn't believe how or what was happening. She could feel Robin inside her and knew that he was determined to cum in her again. The part of her that would of shouted stop didn't want to, she wanted to be used, fucked, treated however just as long as she could have one more orgasm. She felt him ruthlessly fucking her from behind, his hands gripping her waist, hard, dragging her backwards to meet his thrust. She felt him pause for a moment, before she felt the vibrator still pumping being shoved firmly into her back passage. She wailed and moaned as she felt them pounding together against her insides, she felt euphoric and could feel another orgasm brewing inside her.

Robin wanted to make sure that tonight when she left this room she was carrying his child and for her not to forget it. He could feel his cum almost ready to rise, and held himself inside her, twisting his body, trying to force himself to go further inside.

Christine started to whimper as she felt the rising orgasm inside her. She could feel it in her stomach like a ball ready to explode. The sensations from below her waist were becoming too much. She felt Robin hold still, his grip painfully hard on her waist, holding her motionless. With the first wave of his cum her orgasm erupted. 

Peter filmed them. Her screaming high pitch wine and trembling body. His friends face a picture of shock as surges of passion flowed from him deep into her. He filmed them gasping for breath and collapsing together, him still inside. With a final groan Robin, rolled off the back of Christine and lay at her side sated. 

Peter took the chance to slowly pan up her exhausted body. Working down from her head, he filmed the way her lipstick had been smeared and her mascara had run, her hair tussled and out of place, the front of it plastered by sweat to her forehead. Down her arms, her wrists still shackled, down the purple satin corset still in place as much as any of the other restraints. He slowly moved the camera across her backside. He paused to examine the hand prints that still showed across her ass, the marks faded but shiny and wet with cum. He noticed that the wire of the vibrator was still poking out of her back passage . Carefully, he reached over and pulled it out of her, for some reason now trying not to disturb her. It squeezed out easily, still pounding away until he flicked the switch. Resuming his trip with the camera, he focused on her used asshole and the cum smeared around it, before moving the eye of the camera between her sodden thighs. The cunt lips were now swollen, angry and oozing a small amount of cum, the majority of it still inside her. Still holding the camera pointing between her spread eagled thighs, he moved down the bed, it showed the leg of one stocking creased and draped around one knee, whilst the other resolutely remained in place untouched, still held in place by the garters from the corset. Upon reaching her ankles, he unfastened the buckles and released her legs. He put the camera down. After a moments thought, he stopped it ejected the tape and grabbed his clothes.

The sound of the door of the room closing stirred her. Christine, her heart finally slowed down, opened her eyes and returned to normality. She could hear Robin at the side of her. Her legs ached, but she found she could now move them. "Are you going to undo my wrists? Or are you going to leave me like this for the maid to find?" She croaked.

Robin, exhausted from sex, got up and searched for the key before returning and cautiously unlocking them. He lay back on the bed beside her to wait her words.

Christine, her body freed, pulled her arms down and bit by bit twisted her wrists, stretching the muscles and tendons from their sleep. For a long time neither spoke. The past hour running through their minds. Eventually Christine began to stretch her body and swung her tired legs off the bed. She saw the camera sat empty on a set of drawers near the door. She turned to look at Robin and returned the stare he was giving her.




Doing the Boss Ch. 02



"Tell your friend I'd better have a decent copy of tonight on my desk by first thing Monday morning."