3 comments/ 147202 views/ 32 favorites The Office Bitch By: TheDarkCloud I knew from the first moment that she came in the office door on her first day at work that I would not get on with Sandi. It was that damned look of hers, as if she were so superior to you and that you were fortunate to even be sharing the same space as her. Of course that Monday she was polite enough, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries as you do when you start in a new office but I got the impression that she wanted to wipe the palm of her hand on her skirt after shaking my hand - maybe she was a racist (that was a theory I came to believe more and more). Fortunately back then she was on the same level as me and we rarely butted heads but that would soon change when she somehow managed to get a promotion and became office manager, making her my direct boss. Before telling you about that hellish time I should describe her to you, it's important that you understand who she was and what she was like. Her name was Sandra Fuller but she insisted on being called Sandi (why she used 'I' I don't know, maybe she thought it was cool but really it was pretentious crap and that about summed her attitude up). She was married, a fact displayed by the biggest, ugliest, tackiest looking wedding ring its been my misfortune to ever see - though no doubt it cost a bomb, her husband was called David and he, as she never tired of boasting, was a very wealthy man and she had a kid that was about ten. She was 34 when this all went down but I would have to admit she looked good for it, long blonde hair that was immaculately kept, piercing blue eyes that could make you feel guilty without you doing anything and a hell of a trim figure. She knew it too and certainly liked to dress sexy in the office with expensive loose blouses and short, tight skirts to go with her ever present heels. Why she was working I don't know, I never really wanted to know, it was bad enough that she did never mind knowing the reasons. She certainly didn't need to, she made sure we all knew how wealthy she was and how great her life was, but despite that she was ambitious, cravenly ambitious from the start. She always made sure the important people knew what she had done, how she had done it and what others had failed to do. She was, in a word, a bitch. And it was on me that much of her foul temper and attitude usually fell. My name is Cal (funny how Sandi could always pronounce it like it was a curse) and I had got by in the company for near a decade before she showed up. I wasn't that ambitious, I got through the day and was happy to go home at five and even happier at the weekend. I was divorced, 32 and in no hurry to re-marry or even date anyone else, it was just too much trouble. I knew my job and was pretty good at it but I wasn't real hot on procedures and protocol so there wasn't much danger of me getting much in the way of promotion or advancement. Which suited me fine, I could relax, do my job with no pressure and find other ways to enjoy myself in the copious free time I had. I'll tell you a little later about some of my favourite hobbies, I'll not spoil the surprise right now! Like I said Sandi got that damn promotion, I remember joking at the time that she must have sucked some serious cock to get it but I didn't really believe it she was just that determined and ambitious that what she wanted she just went out and got and figured it was like that with the promotion too. Still it sucked, I didn't want her bossing me around, that would just ruin my nice, quiet little work world, but there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it happening. And it was a hundred times worse than I had imagined once she got the power, believe me. Yes, others got it too but she seemed to get off on picking me up on mistakes and giving me the crappiest jobs available, if could have got anything else then I would have but it paid well and I was damned if I would let the bitch drum me out of my job (though that was exactly what was happening). I hated my job for a good six months and watched in horror as Sandi got more control and more power in the office and seemed to have the ear of every manager in the place. I could tell my days were numbered and could almost see in her striking blue eyes the desire to fire me, to make an example of me and show her superiority. I kept my head down and didn't let her catch me doing anything that could give her the chance though - personal e-mails stopped, personal calls ended, I never surfed the net at work again, I was never late - it was sheer hell I tell you but she never caught me out and knowing that annoyed her was at least one small victory for me. Then one day I left my mobile phone in my desk at work and things changed completely! Normally I would have just left the phone in my desk pretty sure it would be there the next day but I had left in a hurry that afternoon and was sure I hadn't locked the drawer either and it was a pretty new phone and some of the people that did the cleaning were not the type to resist such an opportunity to line their pockets. I hadn't realised until I got home but what the hell I had nothing on that night that couldn't wait so I turned around and headed back to the office. By the time I got there it was past six o'clock and the place was mainly deserted. I got to the large open-plan office I worked in and tried the main door and found it was locked. Shit, they only did that once it was cleaned. Still I had previously purloined a key for myself and let myself in, hoping that my new phone wouldn't have been discovered. I looked at the rubbish bins and saw they were still full so maybe the cleaners hadn't been, come to think of it didn't they start about eight, I thought. Which sparked my curiosity somewhat, then as I reached my desk and saw with some relief my brand new phone exactly where I had left it I heard a thud from one of the adjoining smaller, enclosed, managers offices at the end of the main office. Maybe I should not have investigated but I had a good reason for being there, was puzzled why the doors had been locked and boy was I sure glad I did investigate! The noise was coming form the Sales Director's office, I had never thought to much about Steve Mitchell (the Director) but like most of the top management in the firm he struck me as a bit of a pompous, stuck up prick so I kept as far away from him as I could. I still couldn't figure out what the main door was doing being locked when I came up to the door to his office, it was a half ajar and afforded me a perfect view of what was going on inside the office. Mitchell had his back to me and his trousers were around his ankles, and yes that was a pretty gruesome view of his hairy ass but it was the two thin legs that were straddling his crotch that really intrigued me. I was sure I knew those heels, they were designer and showy as hell and when I saw the mane of blonde hair and Sandi's ecstatic face for a second I was sure. The office bitch was getting a good, hard fucking on her back on the Directors table! Of course I got an immediate erection but more than being excited my mind started to race as to how I could use this to my advantage. I just knew that there must be a way to handle this to get the bitch off my back for good if I could just play it right. Of course, I knew that Mitchell being a Director could make things bad for me too if I blew it so I took a moment to consider, it didn't seem that they were near finished their office fuck yet anyway. Then it came to me. The reason I had returned to the office in the first place. My brand new, all singing, all dancing mobile phone. I had been playing about with the video playback features only that afternoon and before I knew what I was doing it was in my hand and from my position outside the door frame I focussed it perfectly on the rutting couple in the office. My erection grew even bigger as I recorded them, not just for the action in the office (which was hot and heavy, Mitchell was into some really dirty talk and Sandi seemed to be more than capable of matching him) and after fucking her across the desk for another five minutes they flipped her over and he finally came right inside her with the bitch bent right over the desk before he collapsed on her back and lay on top of her exhausted. My cue to escape. My mind seemed to be in the zone right then and I knew exactly what to do and when, I knew that I had only seconds before it became more likely that I would be discovered so I made my way quietly but quickly out of the office and remembered to use my key to lock the main office door, leaving everything exactly as it had been when I had arrived. I hurried from the building and out to the car park, my valuable cargo held firmly in my hand until I got inside my car and sped home. Once home I held my breath as I watched the feedback, it was far better than I could have hoped for - the footage was amazingly clear and it was no problem at all making out who the two figures were that were fucking like wild animals on the desk, it captured the action perfectly. I carefully converted the file onto my computer at home and made a copy onto a memory stick, I never wanted to lose this baby, that was for sure! With the file safely stored I could now sit back and consider what I wanted to do with it properly. It was dynamite, for sure and I knew if used correctly I could really have some fun with it. And I knew what type of 'fun' I wanted to have with Sandi. Remember earlier I alluded to my hobbies well I can fill you in fully now, when I got home of an evening or at the weekends I like to spend my time surfing the internet for as much hardcore porn as I could find, not just the net either DVD's, magazines and videos too. And it wasn't just normal sexual pornography either, oh no, I had a real predilection for some pretty nasty stuff. I particularly enjoyed misogynistic material where women were being totally sexually dominated and humiliated, that really turned me on. I was into harder stuff than that too, S & M , BDSM, real fantasy stuff and you probably would not believe the hours that I had dreamed of being able to act out these fantasies with a real life willing (or hopefully, not so-willing) woman. And I knew just who I wanted, Sandi! The more I thought about it the more genius the idea seemed to me. Look at what she had to lose if this came out (I was dismissing Steve from my thoughts as I was wary of crossing a higher up like him plus I had only the one target in my sights), she was married with a kid I knew and that husband of hers was supposed to be pretty wealthy plus her job had to be in jeopardy if it came out, the Board were notoriously puritanical about stuff like that. Steve had as much to lose I guess but I didn't care about him. I spent the rest of the night planning what I would do, the how, when and where of it were pretty straight forward but I especially enjoyed the nitty gritty of the planning of what I was actually going to do with Sandi once she had seen the evidence I was using on her. I went to bed that night with my mind a maelstrom of ideas and plans and I knew that the next day was going to be one I would remember for a very long time indeed. The next day dragged by and I could barely concentrate on anything at all. That was the first time I think I had been happy to stay late after work. My plan was further boosted by the information that Steve was out for the rest of the week and the next on an overseas visit, no doubt what I had seen last night was Sandi's farewell gift to him! Brilliantly Sandi seemed to be especially annoyed with me that day, making sure to stack work in my in tray and delivering her usual snide comments and implied criticisms to try to get under my skin. For some reason they didn't bother me that day. Still the day dragged and I could not wait for five to come and for all my fellow workers to begin their rush home. I was fairly certain Sandi would not be among them to begin with as she always seemed to make sure she was late in leaving as it allowed her to come in the morning that bit later, plus I guess she had other reasons for staying late as I had seen the night before! Anyway, it was much to her surprise and annoyance that I was still at my desk come half past five but what could she do about it? Not a lot, and as the last of the other workers exited I waited until she was in Steve's office doing some filing before using my key to once again lock the external door to the office. The time was at hand. She had her back to me and was bending across Steve's desk (why was that so familiar?!) shuffling some papers when I entered the office and stood some yards behind her and cleared my throat to let her know I was there. No doubt she was startled and she turned on me flustered and angry. ""What do you want? Why are you still here? Not like you to work late (that said with sarcasm dripping from her Southern voice)." I said in as steady and professional a voice as I could muster, not wanting to let her know what I had in hand just yet. "Sandi I've got a file on my computer I really think you should see, please when you get a moment come and have a look." That certainly seemed to throw her off balance and she followed me back to my desk trying to mask her curiosity with a vexed look. I still managed to contain my victorious smile, but that did not last long once we had reached my desk and I had opened the file with something of a flourish. And once the explicit and very, very clear action started up on my screen I was able to let go my carefully in check emotions. I positively chuckled as Sandi's face crumpled in front of me as she recognised the location and principals in an instant and her hand reached to cover her aghast mouth as the enormity of what she was watching and who was showing it to her sunk in. Eventually she managed to force herself to look up at me and stammer out the important question. I savoured every last second of it. "W-What do you want?" Thankfully she was bright enough to realise that there was no point playing dumb or appealing to my better nature or that I wanted something to keep this to myself, the only question to her was what. I think she realised what it might be by the way her face fell even more as I stared back at her. "Put simply Sandi, I want to hurt you as much as I can. If this file was to be distributed around the office then think of the damage it would do. Your family, your husband and child. Steve's family, think of the repercussions from the board for both of you - wouldn't be good would it? And please don't doubt for a minute I wouldn't do it because we both know that I would. The way you've treated me over these past few months? Please? I'd love the opportunity of ruining you here." She was smart and kept her mouth shut as I went on, she would have sensed there was a but coming and there was and I wondered how she would take my demand, I guess it would depend on exactly how much she valued working in the company and how much she valued her marriage and her extra marital affair. Turns out she really valued them. "Don't do that. What do you want not to do that then, money?" I stood right up to her, my six foot two frame seeming to dwarf her, I think she knew I did not want money from her. "Listen to me you bitch. I said I wanted to hurt you, I still do. Whether that comes in the form of spilling everything about what an adulterous slut you are or in the form of you spending the next couple of hours doing exactly what I tell you to depends on you!" She was a clever woman and I could see her mind turning over the possibilities and her options. I guess she was placing a value on her morals and principals for a short period of time versus her entire home life and work life, plus that of Steve's. She came to a quick conclusion. "Ok then, but two hours and that's it, you give me the file and I don't ever hear about it again or I'll report you for blackmail. Now what do you want? Or can I guess, a pathetic specimen like you only wants one thing, don't they?" Oh she was feisty alright and seemed to be back to her sneering, smirking worst after the surprise of being caught out, maybe she thought that now she knew what I wanted she could assume her superiority complex again, but then she did not have a clue what I really wanted and intended to have, did she? She was wearing her smartest business suit and that pleased me no end as I had come to associate it with her at her officious, fascist worst. It consisted of a navy blue, pin stripe jacket that was obviously tailor made for her, matching thin striped smart trousers, a pristine white blouse and her ever present heels. She was obviously under the impression that I wanted the outfit off. She was right in that - but not quite yet. As her hand moved to one of the buttons of her jacket I stayed it and held her wrist with enough firmness to convey that she stop. She looked at me and somewhat cringed as I reached for my belt buckle to unfasten it. I carefully slid my cheap imitation leather belt from its hoops on the trousers and then looped the end through it again in a sort of hoop and held it up to Sandi's face. "No need to undress yet boss, I thought I could take you for a little walk around the office first, doggy style, I want you to place this around your neck and I'll take the other end in my hand and use it like a leash and I can take my little bitch for a stroll." This obviously confused Sandi, maybe she had expected me to get straight down to fucking her for my silence but she obviously didn't know the extreme depths of my depravity. My command certainly took her by surprise and I think that was part of the reason she did as she was told so easily. What a tremendous feeling to have the woman who so obviously had despised and reviled me and had tried to make my work life so awkward on her hands and knees and waiting for me to put her 'collar' on like a dog. I had an overwhelming impulse to order her to bark but decided not to, my laughter might ruin the tense, intimidating atmosphere I was aiming for. So instead I looped my belt over her long blonde hair and gently pulled it tight under her chin and without further delay I walked on purposefully, making her scamper after me. I spoke as I walked. "I'm going to enjoy this Sandi, I really am, it'll be worth all the hassle and shit I've had to put up with to do this to you these next few hours, you can't imagine the fun I'm going to have! Come on, keep up, I don't want to have to drag you round here!" We were skirting both her and my desks and I was intent on walking her right around the large open plan office, half of me wishing the rest of the staff were still there to see it the other knowing that they would have put a stop to my fun. Finally, after we had completed the circuit I came to a stop and Sandi did too and she worked her hand around the belt and loosened it and appealed to me. "Cal, this is ridiculous, come on you've had your fun, can't we leave it at that and say no more about it?" I was adamant. "No bitch, we're going to do a whole lot more but you can take the belt off and get undressed now." "Ok, I suppose but at least let me call my husband so I can let him know I'll be late, I need to do that at least." I picked up the handset from her desk and as she slowly undid the buttons of her jacket I pushed the handset down my pants and rubbed my cock and balls all over the mouthpiece before taking it out then shoving it down the back of my pants and wiping the mouthpiece and handle all over my arse. "There you go, make your call." The look she gave me was priceless, a brilliant mixture of revulsion and disgust that only made my cock harder than it already was. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell me exactly where to go with such a suggestion but something in my look must have convinced her otherwise and holding the receiver in her hand and as far from her mouth as she could she made the call home, wasting few words on explanations. With the call over I knew I needed to hurry my plan along. The Office Bitch How I relished the grossed out look on her face as she spoke to her husband and the way she held the phone like it was a bomb, as she went to hang up I took the receiver and deliberately wiped it all over her lips and in her hair, much to her disgust. "I wouldn't worry bitch, it only gets worse from here on" I gleefully told her, "now would you get those fucking clothes off!" I watched as she reluctantly did so and no doubt debated whether she had just made the biggest mistake of her life - but she still did it and I was allowed a view of her tremendous figure. Really she was extremely attractive and seeing her like this, with no clothes only served to further emphasise the fact. She even used her hands to try and cover her modesty, which I found hugely amusing at first but it soon angered me and I allowed all the pent up dark dreams and fantasies to come fully to the surface. I remembered why I was doing this and what I wanted to do to humiliate her. "There! Are you happy now, you sick bastard!" No I was not, not yet, at least. By now I had picked up my old wooden ruler and held it by my side. "Tell me a number between thirty and fifty" I demanded. This threw Sandi yet again and she stammered "forty" eventually, not sure at all what this was leading to. "Fine. Now I want you to bend over my desk and I'm going to give you forty spanks with this!" Then as she moved to get into her position I saw something else I had wanted to use - bulldog clips! "Wait, come here first." She came over to me shooting me more dirty looks but I didn't care and I cared less in a moment when I sprung the clips apart and carefully pinched them onto her big nipples. Only once I was sure they were well on and not likely to come off did I push her back into position bent over my desk and commence slapping her firm ass cheeks with my ruler. It was kinda fun but I knew that things would need to get a lot more sexual if I wanted to humiliate the bitch as much as I possibly could. So I gave her her forty whacks, each one a little harder than the previous, enjoying the straight red marks that came up on her lily white ass as they appeared. I was feeling ever more confident and powerful as this went, yes some of what I had done had been rushed and over too quickly but I had so many ideas and plans I wanted to unleash them all on her. I enjoyed for a moment pushing the ends of the bulldog clips and releasing the pressure on Sandi's nipples, letting the blood race back into them only to let go and see them squeeze tight again. I wondered if she was in any way aroused by what I had done and stood right in front of her, held her defiant gaze and hooked my index finger inside her pussy and found it dry. Good! She shouldn't enjoy it. I led her over to her own desk and lifted her mouse for her computer. I rolled it on my palm and held it like I was judging its weight and dimensions. "Stick that in your cunt, bitch!" Sandi just stared at me like I was mad but I think she gathered I was completely serious and took the mouse from me and just looked at it like it was a hand grenade or something. "Well what are you waiting for? We don't have all night bitch, get it up that whore's pussy of yours, I want you to remember this night every time you use a computer from now on!" I suppose it was a bizarre command but I just wanted to see that instrument that she had used to send so many officious, pompous e-mails with put to good use. It was quite gratifying to watch her handle the mouse and tremulously run it over her stomach. It was quite a broad mouse in the middle and tapered to a thinner, rounded end. With a look of disgust mixed with discomfort she slowly began to push it inside the folds of her cunt. She managed to squeeze the mouse up there, grimacing and pulling a face the whole time, not that it bothered me. "Just be grateful I didn't decide on your fucking keyboard" I mockingly told her. She didn't see the funny side of my comment - some people have no sense of humour. Still once it was firmly inside her pussy (I gave its lead a good tug to make sure it wouldn't easily slip out, much to her consternation) I decided it was about time that I got some attention. "Right let's get you where you fucking should be - on your knees before me!" Reluctantly Sandi dropped to her knees, hilariously having to struggle with the lead to the mouse before she got there. I felt rugged and manly as I confidently hauled open my trousers and thrust my thick dick towards her. I was gratified by the mixture of surprise and revulsion on her face, I genuinely don't think she had seen a cock as big as mine. That's not boasting either, my big, black cock was over ten inches (I had measured it myself) when erect and was as thick as a baby's arm. Despite all my nasty little games up to this point (and still to come!) this was what it was all about. This was what I got off on - having this bitch who acted so superior to me and bossed me around at my feet and having to suck my cock. And she wasn't just going to suck it I was going to throat fuck the bitch with it, I wanted her gagging and choking before I was done! I didn't even need words just a cocky little point of my fingers to her then to my stiff dick, she knew what was required, I bet she had sucked enough of them to get where she was anyway. I didn't even have to move, Sandi shuffled right up to me on her knees until the tip of my cock brushed against her lips, the touch was like electricity to me. She flinched, obviously needing some further encouragement. "Come on you piece of shit whore, get those slut lips working. And I'd better not feel any teeth either." And low and behold the bossy bitch did what she was told. With the mouse still jammed in her cunt and the lead now pulled from it's socket with her movement she got to work on me orally, her big, loud mouth finally silenced and put to its proper use. And as I had always imagined a blow job given reluctantly is always far more satisfying. I was anything but gentle, Sandi obviously thinking she could at least control how she did this abhorrent task (to her at least) used her right hand to guide my shaft into her mouth and slowly began to suck it unenthusiastically, feeling that I was enraged and wasted no time at all in ordering her to get her hands behind her back in a submissive position and to let me set my own pace. And it was a hard and fast pace I set. I fucked her mouth as if it were a cheap hookers cunt, wasting no time on ceremony my first thrust saw nearly my entire length go in and I had the satisfaction of feeling my cock actually touch the back of her throat and feel her gag reflex set off as it did so. As her head dipped and she struggled to cope her hand moved up to try and aid her. I blocked it. "No hands bitch, we do this my way!" Her eyes blazed in anger and frustration, probably at being dominated in this fashion more than any discomfort she was suffering and I continued to face-fuck her with a vengeance. Really, made quite the mess, the velocity I was fucked at creating loads of saliva trails from Sandi's mouth that hung from her chin and dribbled down her while they sprayed off my slick cock. Not so high and mighty now, was she? Even better as I fucked her mouth so vigorously my eyes wandered across her desk and spied that her desk tidy held a pair of scissors. Aha, thinks I to myself, what mischief I could create with those, and I plucked them from their plastic holder and set about surreptitiously snipping off lengths of her long, blonde hair as she struggled to cope with my mighty cock in her mouth. She only discovered what I had been doing when I hacked a chunk out of her fringe and it fell into her eyes must to her surprise and displeasure. I slipped my dick from her gasping mouth then for fear of reprisal and cut off her complaints with a quick press of my keyboard that started her video file playing again. That quickly reminded her of who was in charge. "Now I've walked you and fed you my bone so I think it's only right I fuck you doggy style!" I grabbed hold of her elbow and pulled her to her feet and swivelled her around. I guess right then she was second guessing her decision to give me what I wanted for my silence but what the hell could she do, we were half way through it now, I think she figured she's just put up with whatever I had left and get it over and done with. Plus she was a dirty bitch so would probably enjoy, on some level, the hard fucking I was fixing to give her. Now I couldn't have that! As I lined up Sandi's nice (barring the red marks where I had spanked her) ass to allow me to get good access to her pussy I picked up a marker pen off her desk and told her exactly what I would be doing. "I'm going to fuck you now bitch and time you and for every minute that goes by that I don't cum I'm going to write what I think you are on your body. Get humping because time starts now!" With that I slid my prick into her pussy and started to fuck her from behind. I don't think she knew what to make of the writing aspect - I guess she had never encountered someone as kinky or as perverted as me before. Nor probably someone who can sustain his erection for as long as I can either as I concentrated and made sure I didn't cum, allowing me to scribble all sorts on her in my marker pen. Such as, "COCKSUCKER" right along the width of her back, and "SLUT" in the thickest lettering I could find higher up her back, "INSERT DICK HERE" along with a helpful arrow just above Sandi's ass crack and many more until her back and ass were scribbled all over. But it was no use, I just wouldn't cum, much to her frustration. "I guess I'll just have to try another hole" I announced mockingly, and it got the most interesting reaction. She immediately spun around and pleaded with me, unable to hide the desperation in her voice. "No, please, I beg you. Not there, I'll do anything but that, I won't do anal, I've never tried it!" Music to my ears and my mind was already playing overtime. "Well tough shit bitch, I am going to fuck you in the asshole and if you don't then I'm sending this file to everybody!" Well, well, suddenly the office bitch was gone and I could see tears forming in her eyes as she appealed to me pathetically. It seemed only right I gave her a chance. As we were at her desk I new exactly what I wanted to do. I e-mailed the file to her machine then as she tried to convince me that she would do anything if only I wouldn't go in her asshole I wrote a message on her machine, addressed it to all (i.e. everyone in the company that had an e-mail address) and attached the file of her and Steve fucking in his office. The message (which would look like it came from her) announced her immediate resignation, apologised for her behaviour at work and basically said she was a sex hungry nympho that needed help. I showed it to her and enjoyed the way her face dropped as she read it and saw the attachment. "You said, no, I did what you wanted." "Indeed you have Sandi, but you wanted a way out of me fucking your ass , this is it. I'm going to bugger you over your own desk, you can stop it at any point by clicking on send, once you do I will not fuck your ass." Watching her face as she digested this information brought me a great deal of satisfaction, I could see her struggle with her consciences as to what to do and genuinely thought she might refuse and allow the e-mail to be sent. But after all she had already done and with all she had to lose she eventually dropped her head and sighed at me. "Alright, I'll do it. But this is it. The end. You do this then we go home and you never mention this again. I get to delete that file and you show me your mobile to see that it is gone and we never speak of this again." As she whined and bitched I told her to remove the mouse and lick it clean before plugging it back in. She was mighty careful in case she accidentally sent that message as she reset the mouse. I let her make her demands and nodded my acquiescence, after all I was about to fuck her virgin asshole. And what a rewarding experience it proved to be. Even up until the moment before I slid my slippery cock into her tight anus I thought she might change her mind so I kept the unsent message on screen right in front of her face to make sure she would go through with it. Once I was inside her and I could feel her tight ass gripping me I reached forward and took a hold of her long, blonde hair and held on tight as I began to pound into her wilfully, before this day was out the bitch would know what a proper ass fucking felt like! With the writing on her back and the thought of holding her fate in my hands on the screen in front of me I felt ultra-powerful and justified in all that I had done that evening. She certainly did not enjoy the experience, she buried her head on her arms and refused to look up or back and apparently decided to try and not give me the satisfaction of her making any noises as I buggered her but that didn't last too long before she was moaning and groaning. Hiding her head like that was pretty dumb too because just as I felt that finally I could cum deep in her bowels I let go of her hair long enough to click her screen and send that incendiary message. With a wicked smile on my face I let go and flooded her tiny ass with my cum, letting out a guttural cry as I released my seed. Afterwards, she couldn't wait to get dressed and get out. I 'deleted' the e-mail much to her relief (of course it was already sent) and left an envelope with my resignation in it in her personnel file for her to collect the next morning. No doubt it would bring a smile to her face briefly before she realised what I had done with that e-mail. I had another job lined up for weeks and had been weighing up whether to go or not (it was further away for me to travel), in the circumstances I suspected notice would not be an issue!! I do wish I had seen Sandi's face the next morning though when she realised how I had double crossed her.