2 comments/ 179366 views/ 26 favorites Taken at Work By: tony090909 I left school at the age of eighteen and went to work in a city centre department store. I work in the ladies fashion department - really I'm only a sales assistant, but I'm learning and keen to do well. Recently I was asked to help develop an important new window display. It was a great opportunity to show what I was capable of doing and I put a lot of effort into it. Just after lunch one day I was putting the finishing touches to the display when my department head came along and told me to hurry up and finish off because the store manager was coming to look at it. That got me a bit flustered because the store manager is pretty much all powerful at our branch. I've never even spoken to him, but he's tall, in his early forties and you have to be careful when he's around because he won't stand any nonsense and wants everything to be spot on. Making a few last alterations I saw him coming round the corner, so I hastily pulled the mannequins top to get it into exactly the right place. I know I was very nervous and I guess that's why I did it all wrong. The mannequin rocked and then toppled over. Hastily I pulled it back upright, but it was too late. One arm was broken and the face had an ugly dent where it had fallen against a hard comer. My department head started to say something, but the store manager silenced her. Then he rounded on me. He asked me if I knew how much that mannequin had cost and without waiting for a reply he went on about how my carelessness had ruined a vital new display. Finally he said he was too annoyed to deal with this now, but I could expect to be called to his office later. I spent the rest of a miserable afternoon in fear of what was going to happen. I liked my job, but it looked like this could be the end of it. Finally the call came at 4 o'clock. It was actually his secretary who rang down and said that I was to report upstairs immediately. With a pounding heart I had to sit in her office while she typed away. Next door I could hear the manager on the phone. It was a long conversation, but after about ten minutes I could tell it was coming to a close. Then he rang through to his secretary and I was shown in. He didn't mess about. Straight away he told me that my stupidity had cost the company dear and it was quite clear that this was a sackable offence. He asked if I had anything to say, but I was so overawed and intimidated that I could hardly speak. He said the trouble with young people nowadays was that they didn't get any discipline, schools were too soft. He asked me if the school I'd been to was strict and I said yes it was. "Well what did they do to punish you when you misbehaved." It seemed an odd question, but I told him that I had twice been put on detention, but that was all. "I thought so" he sneered. "No discipline at all. Well I can put that right - either you accept corporal punishment here at work or you pick up your cards - it's your choice." I stared at him; I couldn't believe that he was proposing to cane me or something similar. I didn't know what to say, but I was saved when the phone rang. He snatched it up and began to talk. After a minute he covered the mouthpiece and told me he'd be a while so I was to go and he'd call me back later. In a daze I returned downstairs. My friends asked what had happened, but all I said was that he had been interrupted and I had to go back later. I passed the rest of the time in a very distracted state - what was I going to say to him! The store closes its doors at 5.30 and then we do the last tidying up and all the staff leave by 6pm. By 5.30 the call hadn't come and I was beginning to think that he was going to leave calling me until tomorrow. But at 5.45 the phone rang and still not knowing what I was going to say I headed back upstairs. Again I sat in his secretary's office. She was tidying everything up and then took the last of the days mail through for him to sign. Soon she was back out and putting her coat on; then with a curt goodnight she left and I was sat alone. I heard him go back on the phone and distantly from below I could hear the sounds of all the staff leaving. Soon it was after 6 o'clock and the building was silent apart from the sound of the manager on the phone. I'd never been in the building at this time before and it only added to my nervousness. I never heard him finish on the phone, so when he suddenly appeared at the door I was startled. He ordered me through and on slightly trembling legs I followed him. He asked me if I'd decided - sacked or punishment. I started to say that it had been an accident and I liked my job and wanted to keep it. All right he said you can, but you have to accept my discipline. Looking down at the ground I muttered alright I would accept his discipline. He nodded his approval and picked up the phone again. I guess he was speaking to the ground floor security desk because he told someone he was working late with Miss Hunter and he would ring through again when we had finished. He put the phone down, then told me to stand up and take my coat off. Next he dragged a chair into the middle of the room and told me to bend over with my palms flat on the chair seat. I did that and stood there tense and waiting. The first smack landed square on my bum and made me jump. Five more times his hand cracked down on my bottom. Then he told me to stand up, so I straightened myself up and thinking that it hadn't been quite as bad as I expected I reached for my coat. "What do you think you're doing" he asked. "Put that coat down we're only half finished." Dismayed I put my coat back down. Then came the real sickener. "Take your skirt off," he demanded. "What - what do you mean?" I stammered. "Take your skirt off," he repeated. For what seemed like ages (but was probably only a few seconds) we faced each other in silence. I wondered whether to walk out (and to hell with the consequences), but in the end I was the one who cracked. My hands went to the waistband of my skirt and with trembling fingers I undid the button and pulled down the zip. As I lowered my skirt he motioned for me to hand it to him and then he took it and threw it into the comer. "Get that ruler from my desk." I went across and picked up an eighteen inch plastic ruler and handed it to him. "Now bend over again." Dry mouthed I put my palms flat on the chair. I heard him draw his arm back and tensed myself. It swished through the air and smacked down onto my bum. I thought the smacks with his hand had hurt, but the ruler was much worse. Involuntarily I jumped up into the air and rubbed my bum, before bending over and taking up my position again. After two more strokes he paused and I tried to stifle back the sobs and recover my composure. But that composure was shattered when his voice rasped out again. "Take your knickers down." "No please" I wailed. "Not on my bare bottom." "Do as you're told or there will be extra strokes." I knew he wasn't joking, so slowly, reluctantly I hitched my thumbs into the waistband of my knickers and pulled them down to my knees. Then I just concentrated on keeping my legs pressed together so that I wasn't exposed. Another blow sliced home and my knees buckled. Then another and I staggered slightly. Now my legs were parted and he must have seen everything, but I was past caring. When the sixth blow hit I knew I couldn't take any more. "No please, not any more," I pleaded. "Alright get dressed," he snapped. I tried to straighten up, but my bottom was on fire and I ended up staggering towards his desk and then collapsing face down across it. I started to cry and then gingerly began to rub my bum in an effort to ease the pain. After a short while I realised my boss had moved and suddenly appreciated what an exposed position I was in - face down across his desk with my legs spread and my knickers round my ankles. I moved to stand up, but his hand went into the small of my back and pushed me down. If I had any doubts about what was going to happen next they were removed when he reached down and ripped my knickers off. Although I struggled I knew I was powerless and there was nothing I could do. His left hand pinned me down whilst his right hand stroked the inside of my thighs. I begged him to leave me alone, but his hand moved higher and soon he was stroking my pussy. One finger ran along my fanny lips then began to push between them. I shuddered as his finger probed into me. Only two boys had ever got this far with me and then in very different circumstances! Another finger joined the first one and as he finger fucked me I realised that my body was responding. Almost involuntarily I had begun to push back against him and I was becoming very wet. Suddenly his fingers were gone, but, still holding me down with his left hand, I could hear the sound of his right hand unzipping his trousers. "No, please don't. I'm a virgin, I've never done this before," I said. That stopped him. "What, seriously?" he asked. "I thought all you shop girls were experienced." "Some may be, but not me. I've never done it." His fingers lightly stroked my fanny. Then something hard and warm bumped against my thigh; I realised that it was his prick and that despite what I'd said he was going to fuck me. Next it rubbed against my cunt lips and he began to push. I gasped as slowly inch by inch the full length of his hot, hard prick penetrated my cunt. Once he was in properly he began to fuck me with long, deep strokes and I couldn't help but respond. I pushed back against him as he thrust into me. He told me I had a gorgeous arse. Then he said I had a lovely tight pussy. I wasn't used to that sort of dirty talk and it turned me on even more. He realised this and told me again that I had a lovely pussy. "In fact" he gasped, "It's so lovely it's going to make me come. Are you on the pill?" "No," I gasped in reply. "OK" he said "I'll pull out," and he began to move backwards. "No," I shrilled. "Don't. Do it properly." "What do you mean?" "Do it properly. Come inside me!" He groaned and pushed back into me and I felt his prick jerk and jerk as he shot his sperm deep into my cunt. We lay there for a while and I felt his prick shrinking. After a short while he moved back and feeling very uncomfortable I stood up. My bottom was still very sore, but it was a burning, half-pleasant sensation. Inbetween my legs was a wet, sticky feeling which I had never experienced before. I had often wondered how I would lose my virginity. I had imagined that it would be with a boy I really liked, possibly at my parents house when they were out or maybe on the back seat of a car. I had never thought for a minute that it would be taken by a much older man just seconds after he had given me a serious spanking. I picked my knickers up, but they were ripped. My boss said they were no-use to me, so stuffing them in his pocket he kept them as a souvenir. He said it was best if we left separately, so he picked up the phone and told the security man that I was on my way down. Riding down in the lift I combed my hair and gave myself a last tidy up. The security man was waiting and opened the door for me. "Good night miss," he said. "Good night," I replied. Then he said something which made me stop dead. "I guess you'll have to stand on the bus tonight." "What do you mean?" I demanded. "Well the state your bottom's in, I don't think you'll want to sit down. Don't worry miss" he winked. "You're not the first young lady who's bent over for him, though I must admit none of them came quite as noisily as you." Taken at Work Ch. 01 How did I end up here? Let me start from the beginning. I'm Claire, a 22 year-old mother of one (my son's name is Ben), engaged to my high school boyfriend (Barry). I'm 5'7", 34C, with long dark hair (tinted with red). I work in a Life and Pensions company in Glasgow, Scotland. I had been working there for two years before my life was turned upside down when I had worked late one night. It was a summer's day in June '08 when I had been running late into work. My supervisor was unimpressed, as I was already struggling with my performance targets and did not need anything else to go wrong. "Claire, what happened? You're two hours late. No phone-call, nothing!" said Andy, my supervisor, without a hint of concern on his face "I'm really sorry. I was held up at the nursery with Ben." I replied, with as much charm as I could muster. "Ok, I know you are having some childcare problems, but you know you need to contact me asap if you're not gonna make it in!" he said as he sat back into his seat, meaning this was the end of the conversation. I apologised and logged onto my computer. I later explained that I was able to make up my missed hours at the end of the day. Andy's response was "I should think so". I was really beginning to get pissed off with him. We hadn't seen eye-to-eye since I had joined his team. Clash of personalities is what our manager put it down to. The rest of the day passed without incident, Andy being a total wanker for the whole day. Everybody else left the office at 5 leaving me to pretend I was working for the next two hours. The building I work in has about 3000 staff in it, so I wasn't totally alone. But my department was empty. I was totally bored having completed my work allocation and my mind started to wander to the night before when I had stayed up until well after 4 in the morning making love to my fiancé. (This was the real reason I was late into work). I found that I was starting to get aroused and so I started doing some work to distract myself -- that would have to wait until I got home. I went into the bathroom which was fairly luxurious considering the place I worked was not full of high-earners or in a nice part of town. I went into one of the cubicles and as I got up to leave, I heard he door open. Someone had come in, but had not got into a cubicle. I assumed they had been admiring themselves in the mirror, unaware that I was in the cubicle. As I unlocked the door, someone had pushed the door into me, knocking me backwards across the cubicle. I was totally taken by surprise and before I had time to turn around to see who the culprit was a hand was put across my mouth. "Don't make a fucking sound!" said my assailant in a deep voice. I tried to scream, but his leather glove-covered hand was drowning me out. I tried to struggle, but he totally overpowered me. I had already begun to cry, when I started to taste blood. My lip must have burst when he barged into the cubicle. "Don't waste your time struggling. The bathroom door is locked, there is a 'Closed for cleaning' sign on the door and there is nobody left on this floor that will be able to help you anyway" he said with a smug, gloating voice. "You need to pick your kid up in half an hour. If you're not there to get him, someone else might. So, if you scream I can guarantee you won't be there at 7 to pick him up. Do we understand one another?" He removed his hand from my mouth, wanting a response. "Please, just leave me alone. You can leave now and no one will know anything about this. Please" I begged. Totally ignoring my pleas, he said "Claire, you're gonna let me do whatever I want in the next 10 minutes or you won't see your child again tonight. Do you understand?" "Touch him and you will live to regret it you bastard" I said as threateningly as I could before I felt a punch in my stomach, winding me. I was bent over double, only held up by the toilet in front of me. I didn't even notice that he had started pulling down my trousers until they were at my ankles. I turned around to try and do something, anything to stop him. And that's when I noticed. It was Andy. "Andy" I screeched through my broken, tearful breathing, "what are you doing?" "Why?" By this point he had my jeans off and I was now sitting on the floor with just my pants and a vest top on. "Shut the fuck up ya fuckin' tease" he said aggressively. "You will give me what I want now. We both know it." He started groping at my pants, which were wet due to my earlier fantasising about my fiancé. "Wet already? I knew you were a slut" "No, no, I was thinking about Barry earlier. You don't understand" "Shut the fuck up and bend over the toilet." "No, I won't do it" I said as I started throwing punches, missing with each one. He grabbed me by the hair and forcefully bent me over the toilet. He wasted no time in ripping my panties off completely. "Shaven snatch. You are fucking filthy!!" he said mockingly. I was absolutely mortified as well as afraid for both me and Ben. "Are you ready? He said as he unzipped his pants with one hand. "Please no, please don't, please!" I could feel him rubbing his cock up and down my sopping slit. I couldn't believe how wet I was. My juices were running down my thighs. "Oh yes, you are truly ready for this. Don't worry, I will be quick. You have things to do remember." He then thrust into me and I thought he was ripping me apart. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, what the fuck" I squealed "Fuck sake, you have a tight little snatch. Bonus for you that you had a caesarean, eh!? Ha-ha" "No. Ahhh. Please stop. Fuck!!" I was in so much pain. I couldn't believe the size of him. He was thrusting all the way in and all the way back out again. And I was lubricating this monster cock. He had been doing this for a couple of minutes, all the while I had been protesting, when he said "Where do you want it?" "What? Please stop. I won't tell anyone." "Do you want me to come in your pussy or your mouth? You decide!" "No, no, uh I'm not on the uh pill. You can't uh cum inside me. No. No!!" "It's coming soon. So, if you don't want it in your cunt, beg me to cum in your mouth! Beg me!!!" "No, Fuck no!" I tried to struggle but he was balls deep with his monster cock, which was at least 10 inches long. It was then I noticed that I was on my tip-toes -- helping him hit the right spot. Worse than that, I was actually backing into him as he thrust into me. The shame that I felt at that moment was the worst I had felt all my adult life. "Here it comes." He said. "No, no. Cum in my mouth. Please. Not my pussy. Cum in my mouth. He kept thrusting away. "My mouth. Please. Fuck. Uh, Yes" As soon as he realised that I was beginning to enjoy this degrading and humiliating experience, he was sent over the edge. "You dirty slag. You're loving this. Where do you want it?" "My mouth, Please. Pleeeeeease." He turned me around and shoved his cock deep into my mouth -- at least 5 inches. I was choking on it as his full load was sent thrusting down my throat. My eyes were now fully watering. Both through shame, disgust and inability to breath. He soon withdrew, zipped his pants back up and said "Look at this" and showed me a camera that had been placed above the cistern. It had been pointed at my face for the entire 15 minutes. "You bastard!" I said as I tried to grab it off him. "Nu, uh. You're mine now ya little slag. I will see you tomorrow at work. If anyone finds out about our little meeting, this will be suitably edited to show you begging for my cock in your mouth." "No, please don't" "Don't worry, you just have to do what I say and everything will be fine. Sweet Dreams Claire" he said as he left the toilet. By the time I got up and cleaned myself up he was long gone. I was so ashamed and my pussy was throbbing. I was struggling to walk -- it was worse than my first time with Barry. Hopefully, he would see sense in the morning. I left work and managed to pick up Ben on time. He had an envelope with him. I opened it to reveal several pictures taken so that only Andy's cock, and me were in them. "Who gave you this envelope sweetie?" "A man who said he was your friend. He gave me some sweeties." I started to cry. He had crossed a line here. I decided to deal with this tomorrow and end it once and for all. Chapter Two to follow, depending on response... Taken at Work Ch. 02 In the previous story we read from Claire's point of view how she was forcefully taken by her boss in work. The story ended with Claire picking up her child, Ben, from nursery to find that Andy had left an envelope with Ben to give to his mum. The envelope contained pictures with Claire sucking on Andy's cock. This story takes place the following day and is from Andy's point of view Strolling along this morning, just parked my car in my private space – a mere 5 minutes from my place of work. It's a beautiful, sunny day and I'm in good spirits. Last night was great! I have spent the last 6 months working with Claire and I have never met a girl that annoys me as much as her. She is a stunning lass, of that there is no doubt. But there really is no need for her abrasiveness towards people. I rarely use this word, but it's the best way for me to describe her. Cunt! Anyway, last night I had not only found myself invading her hot pussy, but I had got her to beg me to cum in her mouth. I found myself chuckling as I entered the building just thinking about it. If the guys in my team knew about this they would piss themselves laughing. Of course, I have no intention of letting anyone know about last night, or what I have planned for Claire over the next few weeks and months. I am engaged myself, you see. Louise is a lovely girl. More than I could ask for really. The problem is, she just doesn't do everything I would like her to in bed. Fortunately, Claire is now in pole position to be my very own mistress. And she won't be able to utter the very word I hate – "No" I normally arrive in early to work, about half 7, get things ready for the rest of the team coming in. Today, this gave me the advantage of typing a note to leave for Claire. Nothing that can be traced back to me, of course. The note read 'Good morning slut, When you open your desk drawer, you will find a present that I have gone out of my way to purchase for you. Please remove your underwear and follow the instructions on the gift box. If these instructions are not followed, the pictures you saw last night will be sure to find there way into Barry's hands. Oh, and all your colleagues. ;). Try not to have too much fun with it. Sir x' I left the gift on her desk, where only she would find it. The gift was a vibrating egg which was placed inside the pussy which I could operate using a remote control. I then went about my work as usual. Claire arrived about 8.30, walking into the department a little gingerly. It was almost as if she had been given the ride of her life the previous night... She was unusually quiet, and I was the only one who knew the real reason why. People were asking if she was alright. She came round to my desk and asked if she could have a word in private. We walked into the corridor where we could have a conversation "You don't seriously expect me to put that inside me do you?" she screamed quietly through her teeth, referring to the toy left in her desk drawer. "Of course I do. Why would I be kidding?" I said as if she had asked me something totally innocent. "Why, Andy? Why? Please let us sort this out without resorting to these measures." She pleaded. "You have been a total bitch since you started in here. Its time you were taught a lesson" With anger distorting her face she cried "Do you not think last night was bad enough? That was enough of a lesson! Please, just leave me alone." "I don't think so. Now go and get ready. Follow the note or the email goes out." "Please" she said as I walked away from her without looking back. She came back to her desk and went into her drawer. She ran to the toilets and as much as I thought she was running to carry out my instructions willingly, the tears in her eyes suggested that she was not used to this change in her life. The change being that she was basically my slut now. When she returned from the toilet she was trying to put on a brave face. She was saying good morning to the other people in the team, smiling and laughing with others. It was as if nothing had happened between us. I though now was the best time to see if she had followed my instructions and see how she would react to the softest vibrator setting. She was in the middle of a conversation when I used it the first time. "Hey John", she said "what did you get up to last (BUZZ) Fuuuuuuuck. Uh" "Are you ok?" asked John. She was staring at me now, the reality of the situation sinking in. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry. Better get on with my work" The tears in her eyes were evident. This went on for the rest of the morning. Claire was just getting on with her work, not daring to talk to anyone in case I embarrassed her again. Every 5 minutes or so, I would give her a wee blast for 5 seconds to tease her. I thought now was the best time to see if she had followed my other instruction – no underwear. There were only three people left in the team, including me and Claire – it was 12 bells, and the rest of the team had left for lunch. "Claire, can you come round and have a look at this on my monitor please." She hesitated for a second, before realising that she had no choice – I was her senior in working terms as well as in personal terms now. She walked round and stood next to me and which point I switched the vibrator on. "How does that look to you?" I said looking straight into her eyes. She knees almost buckled before she grabbed my shoulder and saying "Mmmm, it looks strange" She was trying to cover up the fact she was clearly enjoying it. Obviously, she couldn't let the remaining team member, Lynsey, see her in this state of arousal. "Excellent. Please stand up straight Claire." I whispered. The vibrator had been on for 30 seconds now and Claire was looking rather flushed. It only took another 5 seconds for me to get my evidence when I noticed Claire's juices running down past her knee-length skirt. "You dirty slag" I whispered, "You're soaking wet" "Please stop it. Uuuh" She yelped. "But you're loving it, ya dirty slag" "No, no, I'm not. I'm just dizzy." I quickly turned it off, much to her disappointment. Her face gave her away. "You're gonna meet me in the executive toilets at 1 o'clock. We will get some privacy in there." I said as I got up to go to lunch. I went out and had a quick bite to eat. When I returned I made my way to the executive toilets. It was 5 past one. The door was locked. I though I would just wait about for a few minutes. Just as I was about to leave, Claire walked out the toilet. "Well, well" I said. "You been waiting for someone?" "I, eh, was just..." "Shut up! Get back in there!" I snapped. "No, I'm going back to work. I've had enough of this shit!" she said defiantly. I turned on the vibrator and to my amazement she still had it inside her. "Oh shit. Please don't. Uuuuhhh. You dirty fucker." She squealed. I backed her into the toilet. She was easy to manoeuvre as she was so horny with the vibrator inside her churning away. I sat her on the counter and spread her legs, removing the vibrator from her pussy and putting it on her clit. The lust in her eyes was clear for me to see. I wasted no time in dropping my pants and thrusting my cock inside her in one thrust. "Fuck no. You dirty fucking bastard. It's too much. Please don't." she pleaded. "Shut the fuck up. I'm gonna cum inside you this time you dirty slag. And you're gonna love it!" "No. No way. Uuuuhhhhhhhhh" she cried as I pummelled her as hard as I could. I lifted her top off to look at her perfect tits. They were stunning; I kneaded them roughly between my fingers and my thumb. She was trying her best not to enjoy it. "Uuuuuh. Don't. Don't do it. Please. Uuuhhhhhhhhh." She was getting louder and I was a bit worried about someone overhearing us. "Shut the fuck up. Where are your pants?" "Uhh. In my bag, next to my desk" Having nothing easier to hand with which to silence her, I slipped my own pants off from around my feet and shoved them in her mouth. "UUHhhhmmmmmmmmmmphhhhhh" She was really beginning to struggle. She started kicking out at me. "Stop that now Claire or you will regret it." She kept kicking whilst screaming as loud as she could through the fabric. "That's fine. Have it your way" I said as I pulled her off the counter and turned her around, pushing her tits against the counter. I kicked her feet as wide as they would go, and thrust inside her now sopping pussy with such force that her head hit off the wall in front of her. I then took the vibrator and shoved it right into her ass. By her reaction, I think it was her first time. She kicked and screamed and I struggled to hold her down. I switched the vibrator on and she went crazy. Her hands lashed out and caught me in the chest. Her foot kicked out and managed to catch my heel. It was fucking sore!! "You fucking bitch! If you don't calm down I'm gonna come inside your pussy." I shouted as loudly as I could without being heard outside the toilets. "Fine! Get ready for a cock in your arse if you don't calm down!" I said as she continued to struggle. She stopped struggling and I pulled the pants out of her mouth. "You fucking wanker." she said "get that out of me." "Shut the fuck up" I said as I turned the vibrator onto its highest setting. "Oh God, Fuck! Fuck you. Uuuuhhhh" she screamed in a guttural tone. She was now meeting my thrusts and seemed to be loving every minute of this. "Uuuuh, fuck it. You dirty bastard." She cried Before I knew it there was an explosion down next to my cock. I knew I hadn't come and I looked down to see her biting her hand. "You just came, didn't you?! You dirty slag. You fucking love it." "Uuuhuh, fuck" "Oh yes. Tell me that you're my little whore and I wont fuck your ass" I said as I switched the vibrator off. "Fuck off you bastard. Just finish and let me out of here" "Say it now." I started to pull out of her pussy. "Ok, ok. I will say it. I'm your little slut whore and I want you to fuck me hard." "Nice. Improvising? I like it. Now, tell me that you want me to come inside you." "No way. I can't let you do that. I'm not on the pill. "It's either that or your ass. You choose. "That wont fit in my ass and you can't come inside my pussy. Please don't make me choose." With that I thrust all the way into her, hitting off her cervix, and emptied my sack inside her. "Noooooooooooooo." She cried "Oh yes. Fuck yes" "You fucker." She screamed as she started crying. "You're mine now ya slut. Now turn around and suck me clean." She hesitated for a while, tears filling her eyes. She then got down on her knees and started to suck my cock clean. I grabbed my pants and put them back on, got dressed and went to the toilet door. Just before I opened it, I said "You have the rest of the afternoon off from being my sex slave. 9 o'clock tonight I expect to see you at my house. I will give you the details later." "No, I can't ma..." she replied as I slammed the door shut behind me. I don't want excuses and she knew that no excuse would be good enough. Bring on 9 o'clock Thanks for reading the 2nd instalment to the series. Please feel free to leave comments with any ideas of how this story might develop and also any feedback. Cheers Taken at Work Ch. 03 In the previous chapters we saw, from both perspectives, how Andy had blackmailed Claire into doing some humiliating sexual tasks in work. We left the last chapter with Andy leaving Claire in the executive toilets after being thoroughly abused. He had told her to be at his house for 9 o'clock that evening. The story picks up later that day after Andy had advised Claire of his address. Conveniently, Andy's fiancé Louise was staying at her parent's house tonight -- it was her sister's birthday. This left Andy alone in the house, awaiting Claire's arrival. Andy had showered, shaved and dressed himself in a rather fetching suit. He wanted to get the mood right as soon as Claire walked in the door. He had big plans for tonight. However, 9 o'clock came and went with no knock on the door. Andy was beginning to wonder about what he would have to do to Claire as punishment when the he heard a rap on the door. "Ah, Claire. Welcome. Come on in." he said cheerily. She was dressed very plainly. Blue skin-tight jeans, thick white cotton top and heavy boots. All of which screamed 'You will struggle to get this off me!!' "Thanks Andy. I brought you a wee gift" Claire replied disconcertingly. "Oh, that's a nice surprised" said a confused Andy. "Yeah, no probs. That's why I'm late, you see. Was putting the final touches on the gift." She said with a big smile. Andy was a bit bemused with Claire's general upbeat demeanour. It was less than 9 hours ago that he was shoving a vibrator up her virgin ass, cumming inside her pussy and getting her to lick his cock clean after he was finished. None of which she was happy about. "Ok, what have we got here" he said whilst unwrapping the small gift that had been wrapped haphazardly by Claire. "Ah, a DVD. I actually wasn't picturing this as a romantic night in Claire, but it was a nice thought." "Why don't you just put it on and see what you make of it?" She said charmingly "Why don't you get on your knees and suck on my cock?" he retorted angrily. "Calm down, calm down" she teased. "C'mon, I will put it on. Then we can discuss the best way forward for our little arrangement." Curiosity getting the better of him, he said "Okay, okay then. Put it on. Let's see what we've got here." Claire went over to the DVD player and fumbled with the buttons on a machine she had never seen before. She inserted the disk and sat back on the couch next to Andy. "Can you press play on the remote please" she asked Andy politely. "Sure." Andy was really getting a bit worried now. A few seconds passed when through a blurred screen came a picture of toilet cubicles. "What the fuck is this?" asked Andy "Just wait, won't be long now." The next 15 seconds Andy sat in stunned silence as he watched Claire entering the picture on his 42" TV, quickly followed by him pushing her up onto the counter. Claire chuckled as she said "Like my handiwork? How did I know you would throw me onto the counter?" "What the fuck have you done?" Andy said, totally confused. "Oh, I just taped you raping me in work. You know, to pass to the Police." Andy burst into laughter. "You stupid cunt. Do you really think the Police are gonna bother with this? Sure, you see a bit of rough sex. But you also see you cumming. On film. Begging me to cum inside you." "Ah, ah, ah." She mocked as she stood up and began to wander around Andy's lounge. "You will recall that I was slightly late this evening? I have suitably edited the film to take out that part. It just looks like a colleague being raped in the toilet. Oh, by the way, my story goes something like this...'I was raped by my colleague. I have managed to get a tape that he made filming the entire thing. Please help me' Yadda yadda yadda." "Yeah, nice story. However, there are a few flaws. If the Police know, your man will know. I'm sure you don't want him to find out you have had a big cock inside you. Also, what's to stop me from taking the DVD and destroying it? Not thought very far ahead here, have you?" Still looking smug and unconcerned, Claire said "Firstly, Barry might not find out, I will soon tell you about that. And secondly, I have copies of the DVD - Four copies to be precise. I have given them to a friend and they will be safe there. They have instructions to post the DVDs if for any reason I don't make it home tonight." Andy was now seriously worried. "What makes you think Andy won't find out?" "Well, my first option is not to go to the Police, for that very reason. However, I am prepared to let your fiancé see what you get up to in work. Only one way that's not gonna happen. You're gonna do exactly what I say" "Ok. Look, let's call a truce. Well played Claire. We've both had our fun. Now let's call it a day and we can both go back to our normal life." "Fuck you, you arrogant wanker!! You abused me. You came inside me when I'm not on the pill. You're gonna suffer like I did. It's either gonna be by losing everything you have - your fiancé, your job, your house, or it's gonna be in prison where I'm sure you will be somebody's bitch!" "Listen, don't push it too far Claire." Andy said threateningly. "Shut the fuck up! You have 30 seconds to decide whether we're gonna do this the hard way or the easy way..." Resigned to defeat, Andy hung his head and said "Ok, what do you want from me." Claire chuckled. "You pathetic wanker. I hope you enjoyed fucking me you bastard, because you are gonna feel the same humiliation that I have felt over the past few days. Now strip." "What?" Andy said surprised. "Strip. Now!!" Claire screamed. Andy sprang to his feet and began taking his clothes off. He began to think that this might not be so bad. "Ok, now let's take a trip to the bathroom. But first put this on." Claire handed Andy a dog collar, attached to a leash. "Oh, you are a kinky slut" Andy said beginning to enjoy himself as he attached the collar. Claire kicked Andy as hard as she could on the back of the knee, causing him to fall to his knees. "Don't call me that you pathetic cock. This will not be fun for you. Trust me!" Claire then walked Andy up the stairs to his bathroom, constantly reminding him to stay on his knees and crawl up the stairs. "Look at yourself in the mirror, you pathetic prick. You're embarrassing!" "Ok, I'm humiliated. You've had your fun. I'm gonna go downstairs, destroy that DVD and you're gonna leave and destroy the other copies and that will be the last we will hear of this whole situation." Claire laughed as if Andy had just told the funniest joke. "Get back down on your knees you fucking dick." "No" "Okay, here's how this is gonna work. If I leave here without you begging me for mercy then I will be going to your fiancé with evidence of you raping me. She may decide to just dump you and leave it there. On the other hand, she may decide to go to the Police herself. What's it gonna be? Shall I leave, or will you be a good little...how did you put it?...ah, yes...bitch?" "Okay, okay. Let's get this over with. What can I do for you" Andy said, full of resignation. "Okay, we're gonna shave your pubes off. You're mine now and you need to do everything I ask." "But Louise will notice that. I can't do that." "You don't have a fucking choice. Its either that or she sees what you really are. A fucking animal! If you question me again, I will walk out and carry out my threat. Sorry, I meant to say 'my promise'." "Okay, okay, I will do it." Claire reached down and slipped Andy's socks off his feet and went to place one of them in his mouth. "What the fuck?" "I don't want to hear another word. Put this in your mouth." Claire then watched as Andy applied shaving foam to his pubic area, which looked as though it had never been trimmed. She grabbed the razor off him and said "Don't worry, I will be careful." Andy started to get aroused at Claire's delicate touch around his cock. 5 minutes later he had absolutely no hair on his cock, balls or the surrounding area. "Aaahhh. Smooth as a baby's bum. Lovely." Claire mocked. "Now, let's go into the bedroom, bitch." Claire continued to taunt Andy, who was completely helpless. "Where do you keep your ties?" Claire proceeded to tie Andy to the bed at all four corners. "Happy Days. She has realised that she can't live without my big cock." Andy thought. He smiled as he thought this was his lucky day. "Now, Andy, if you were to tell anyone -- and I mean anyone -- about this, I will not hesitate to show the DVD to Louise. Nod if you understand." Andy nodded, starting to get aroused thinking about being inside Claire again. Claire took her phone out and started to leave the room. "You can come in now" Andy heard her say. He heard the front door opening. He heard two sets of footsteps coming up the stairs and began to get worried. He heard Claire speaking on the way up. "I told you," she said to the mystery person "he will do whatever I want. I promise you." Andy could not believe his eyes when Claire opened the door and right behind her was Laura. Laura worked with Andy and Claire and was a bit 'heavy'. 200+ pounds to be precise. Not ugly, but not someone you would notice -- if it wasn't for her size. Andy's eyes were popping out his sockets as he was getting worried about Claire's plans for him. "Oh look, he's all shaved" giggled Laura. "Yeah, he has done that just for you. Didn't you Andy" Claire said with authority, staring into Andy's eyes. Realising that he had no way out of the situation, Andy nodded. "Aww, that's sweet" Laura blushed. Claire walked around the bed and sat next to Andy's head. "Okay Laura, will this do as payment for you looking after Ben over the weekend?" "I can do anything I want to him? And he doesn't mind." Laura replied, shocked. "He's tied up. Do with him what you will. You have an hour. I will be waiting downstairs. If you need me for anything, just yell." "Ok, should I use protection. I'm allergic to condoms, you see. But, is he 'clean'?" "Oh, I'm sure he won't mind going bareback. I'm going downstairs. Have fun" Claire said as she walked out the room. "Oh, leave the gag in -- he likes it. And Andy, if the gag comes out, make sure you behave." Andy listened as Claire walked down the stairs. He couldn't believe that this was happening. "Just the two of us. I have always found you very attractive Andy." Laura said as she started to strip. "I'm gonna ride that impressive cock until you come." She whispered in his ear as she stood over him completely naked. Andy was repulsed and his cock had went totally flaccid. "Oh dear, we will need to get little Andy hard before we have any fun. I have just the thing to help." She whispered as she went into her bag and pulled out a cock-ring. "This will keep you hard for the hour. Just need to get you hard first." Laura started to suck on Andy's cock. She was soaking it in her saliva, taking it fully in her willing mouth. 3 minutes later, Andy was still soft. He was slightly harder than he was 3 minutes ago, but not hard enough for Laura to ride. He was thinking of anything to keep his dick from getting hard. Then he got a surprise. Laura shoved a well lubricated finger up his asshole. His eyes shot open. He hadn't expected this violation. His mind was totally focussed on this new pain. Or was it pleasure? He couldn't decide. His cock had done so for him. 30 seconds of a finger in his ass had made Andy extremely hard. "Oh, good boy" mocked Laura. She quickly applied the cock ring and continued sucking it for all she was worth. Andy couldn't help but enjoy it, but every time he looked down he saw her naked body and was disgusted. "Just you lay back and enjoy yourself. I have a wee secret for you. I'm 30 years old now. I'm single. But I desperately want a child. You are gonna help me realise my dream Andy. You're gonna make your beautiful cock come inside me." She said, with a slightly maniacal grin. She climbed on top of Andy and began to take inch after inch of his massive cock in her tight snatch. She was only half way in when she realised she was going to struggle. "Damn. Seems like I'm not wet enough to fit this beast in. You're gonna have to turn me on Andy." And with that she removed the sock from his mouth. Andy took a deep breath, the first clean breath he had had in the last half hour. "Don't do this Laura. You don't want to have my kid. You can get someone else - someone who loves you!" He pleaded Laura slapped him across the face. Hard! "You will tell me you love me before we are finished. No I'm gonna sit on your face. If you don't do a good job, I'm sure I could get Claire up here to punish you. Do you want that?" "No." Andy conceded. Laura climbed up on Andy's head and began to rock back and forward. "Suck my clit Andy. C'mon you can do better than that. Fuck me with your tongue." Laura began to come after 60 seconds of Andy sucking on her clit. She sprayed her juices all over his face and down his throat. Andy started coughing, disgusted at the thought of Laura's fat thighs squeezed around his head pushing her pussy juice inside him. "It's been a while for me. Thanks Andy." She then moved down, and without skipping a beat plunged down on Andy's cock. She screamed, piercing his ears and his thoughts. "Fuck me, that's big. You have a big cock Andy. I'm gonna fuck it until you cum." She started riding Andy with such vigour, the whole bed was shaking. Andy couldn't believe that his body was actually responding to this beast on top of him. 5 minutes later Andy was very close to cumming, He was thinking of everything he could to stop himself cumming. "Oh Andy, I'm cumming. Fuck me harder, please fuck me." He felt Laura's juices running all over his cock and down between his legs. "That was good lover. Now, you must be close." Laura said as she continued to bounce up and down on his cock. The bed continued to shake. As Andy got closer to cumming he shut his eyes and began to forget who was riding him. He imagined it was Claire. He was so close when Laura just stopped. "What are you doing?" asked Andy confused. "Just slowing down. Don't want you cumming too soon", she said as she squeezed his cock with her tight pussy. She raised all the way up his length and back down again the stopped. "Oh fuck. Please." Begged Andy "Please what?" She raised up and down his cock again. "I need to cum. Please keep going." "Ok. I will. One condition though." She stated. "What's that. Aaaaahhhhhh" he groaned as she squeezed whilst raising up and pushing down on his cock yet again. "Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me to carry your child" she said matter-of-factly. "What? I just want to cum." She stopped altogether and leant back to tease his asshole. "Oh fuck. Pleeeease." "Say it. Say you love me and want to get me pregnant." "Ok, ok I will say it. Please just let me cum." She slid a finger in his arse, before saying "Say it now, or I will stop" "I love you. I want to have a baby with you. Make me cum." He screamed. She leant forward and kissed him. Although surprised, Andy kissed her back. He was so close to cumming that he didn't care any more. "Oh Laura, I'm cumming. Keep going." She shoved her finger all the way up his arse. Andy sprayed his full load inside her. She collapsed on top of him and began to kiss him again. As Andy began to get back to normal he opened his eyes to see Claire standing in the background. She was laughing. "What have we here?" she said mockingly. "You are one dirty bastard" Laura climbed off Andy's now flaccid cock and began to get dressed. "See you at work tomorrow Andy. Thanks Claire" said Laura as she gave Claire a hug. Claire walked Laura to the door and returned to the bedroom. "Ok Andy, time to set you free." She said as she released his arms and legs from their restraints. Andy rubbed his wrists and legs which had burns from the ties that had been wrapped around them. "I'm gonna leave now Andy. But I'm not finished with you yet. I hope you feel as humiliated as I did." "Fuck you" Claire laughed before leaving the room. "See you tomorrow bitch" she shouted. Andy lay on his bed and started crying. How the fuck had this happened. He couldn't go on servicing all the fat girls in work that Claire wanted him too. He decided that he would need to put a stop to this, but realised that he needed some leverage. He was gonna make the bitch pay for this humiliation. He just had to think of something... * Please look out for Chapter 4 if you have enjoyed the story so far. All suggestions are welcome and feedback is always appreciated.