8 comments/ 16176 views/ 12 favorites Rip Her to Shreds By: SarahsHooters As soon as he walked through the reception room in which the eight young women sat waiting to be called into his office in turn, Philip knew which he would appoint as his new secretary. Having set eyes on her he no longer needed to know the results of the inbox simulation exercise or see her CV. He had to have her. He'd never experienced this before - the thunderbolt - and he was quite wrong-footed. He conducted four perfunctory interviews before Anita, Derek's PA who was helping with the logistics, showed her in. "This is Holly Spencer, Mr McAllister," she said, handing over a sheaf of paperwork. "Thank you, Anita," he said. "Please take a seat, Miss Spencer." He began mechanically to run through his list of questions as he looked her over, starting at the small, narrow feet in black pumps so high she teetered as she entered his office. She was eighteen years old, fresh out of college, but if anything she looked even younger: a schoolgirl playing dress up in her older sister's clothes. She wore a grey, herringbone pencil skirt so tight that he'd thought he could discern the buttons of her suspenders on her thighs as she sat in the waiting room. She crossed her shapely legs and a glimpse of white skin above the tops of her stockings confirmed his suspicions. Her cream turtleneck sweater was also skintight and he suspected she was not wearing a bra. Her young breasts were high and firm and the nipples stood out proudly. Her body was flawless. Now he looked at her face. She was talking about her best qualities but he could see those for himself. Her eyes were wide and a clear baby blue, fringed with long, dark lashes. There was a peppering of freckles on her tip-tilted nose. Her mouth was a little too wide for perfection but he had no difficulty in imagining it wrapped around his hard cock, which twitched at the thought. Her shoulder length hair was thick and blonde. He thought about twisting it in a rope around his fist as she sucked, looking up at him with those wide, round eyes as he fucked her mouth. He glanced at the framed photograph of his wife, Julie, on his desk and offered her a silent apology. In six years of marriage he had never been unfaithful, unless you counted lapdances at company events, which Derek - his father as well as his boss - did not seem to. But Philip knew he had to have Holly. He asked her several more questions, watching her pink, glossy lips as she replied, glimpsing between them her white teeth and the tip of her tongue, and then said, dismissing her, "Thank you very much, Miss Spencer. We'll be in touch." He followed her from the room, his eyes fixed on her tight buttocks as they undulated beneath her skirt, and made his way to the gents' toilets where he masturbated to a powerful orgasm before returning to his office and hurrying through three more interviews. He left it half an hour after concluding the last one before calling Anita in. "Can you invite Spencer and Maloney back for second interviews tomorrow, please, Anita?" he asked. Anita's mouth formed a hard line. Maria Maloney was experienced and came highly recommended. She was clearly the pick of the bunch. But Holly Spencer? The girl's CV was thinner than Anita's lips. Mr McAllister, she thought, was being led by his dick. She had a shrewd idea that she could predict the outcome of tomorrow's interview. . . . Overnight, he wrestled with his conscience. He watched Julie as she watched TV. At 32, she was four years younger than him and a pretty woman with wavy dark hair and brown eyes. But her body lacked the supple tautness of Holly Spencer's and her face the eager innocence. He didn't find Julie unattractive, but Derek had pushed him to marry her and had hinted heavily that it would benefit Philip's career prospects to do so. She had not been his choice. He watched her again later that night as she slept beside him, her mouth open. He reached into his nightstand drawer and lubed up his cock, picturing Holly's slender waist and the swell of her breasts to coax it to hardness. Then he wrenched off Julie's pyjama trousers, ignoring her sleepy protests, flipped her onto her belly and entered her from behind. He reached beneath her to rub her clit and encountered coarse, curling hair. He shuddered in revulsion and almost lost his hard on. He closed his eyes and fought to recapture the mental picture of Holly that had sustained him during her interview: on her knees, looking up at him, sliding her tongue up and down his shaft. This did the trick and he was able to finish in his wife's pussy, pumping her full of thick cream. . . . He saw Holly second the following day. He knew Maria Maloney should have got the job, but seeing Holly again conjured an instant erection and he was powerless to resist. He knew one of the other directors would shortly require a PA as his long term secretary had just announced her retirement. He emailed Maria's CV to Kate in Human Resources, who was responsible for executive team appointments, and when he called her to follow up Kate asked to see Maria immediately. Once Maria had left the waiting room, he called Holly back in. She wore a knee length navy shift dress with a v-neck, offering a glimpse of pale cleavage, and a matching jacket. Her legs were clad in sheer nude stockings and she had on the same high black shoes as yesterday. Her hair was in a plaited bun with tendrils escaping to frame her lovely face. Today's lipgloss was bright red. He pictured it staining his cock. "So," he said, smiling at her. "When can you start?" A wide smile spread across Holly's lovely face and she leapt to her feet. Philip stepped out from behind his desk and extended a hand for her to shake but she flung her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts to his chest. Philip, nervous lest she feel his huge erection against her body and be scared off, held her at arms' length and she hastily backed off. "I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, flustered and embarrassed. "That was very unprofessional of me. I do apologise. I'm just so excited. I thought there must be so many candidates more qualified for the role. I'm really, really sorry." Philip laughed as she gushed. "I'm glad you are happy," he said. "Yes, there were more qualified candidates - one is upstairs now being interviewed for an executive assistant role - but we felt you had a lot of potential and deserved an opportunity to prove yourself. Do I take it you wish to accept the offer?" "Yes, please!" said Holly, smoothing down her skirt, which had ridden up to expose the lace bands at the top of her hold-ups. Philip struggled to compose himself and quickly moved behind his desk again to conceal the damp patch in his crotch caused by the pre-cum leaking from his penis. He ran through a few administrative procedures with her as he waited for his erection to partially subside and then escorted her to the lift. "The paperwork should be ready in a couple of days," he told her. "Thank you, Mr McAllister," she said. "Philip," he corrected. "Philip," she repeated, smiling radiantly. For the rest of the day he thought about fucking her. Anita scowled and gazed pointedly at the swelling in his crotch as he told her to type up a contract. By the time he got home his balls were aching painfully. Julie was standing at the stove, stirring a pot of stew, and he lifted her skirt, pushed her knickers to one side and thrust into her dry cunt, cupping her breasts in his hands as she shrieked and tried fruitlessly to wriggle away. The arid walls of her pussy tugged painfully at his foreskin so he withdrew and seized the bottle of cooking oil beside her, pouring some into his hand and anointing his throbbing cock before beginning to fuck her again, a vision of young Holly's excited face etched inside his closed eyelids. . . . Anita took her sweet time typing up the contract but three days later Philip was on the phone again to Holly. He wanted to set a pattern of meetings outside work to facilitate her seduction and therefore asked her to meet him in a nearby coffee shop to sign the paperwork, reminding her to bring along two forms of identification. She arrived punctually. He had chosen a seat facing away from the door, not wanting his eager face scanning every arrival to give away his fierce, incapacitating lust. When he heard her soft voice in his ear he jumped slightly. She sat opposite him, reading the contract and signing two copies and he watched her closely. She had smooth, firm, pink-and-white skin, her pores almost invisible. Her youthful breasts were not huge but firm and pert, rising and falling gently with her breathing. He pictured her naked again and his dick throbbed. She slid her passport and driver's licence over the table for inspection and he noted that she had been eighteen for only a matter of weeks. He almost groaned aloud. He was determined he would be inside her within the month. As she sat sipping her coffee he telephoned her two referees, both college tutors, and was told she was bright, diligent and eager to please. "Well, Holly," he said, at last. "Everything seems to be in order. I very much look forward to working with you. Please report to my office at 8.30 tomorrow morning." He held her hand for a fraction longer than necessary as he shook it and watched her arse again as she walked away. . . . When Philip, returning from his meeting with Holly flushed and with a vacant grin, handed the signed contracts to Anita for processing she pursed her already-tight lips in disapproval. As soon as he left the room, she was straight on the phone to Julie. Half an hour later, the two women sat sipping skinny lattes at the very same table in the coffee bar that Philip and Holly had occupied earlier that day. "He turned down numerous more qualified candidates," Anita was saying in a scandalised tone, "in favour of a little blonde bimbo half his age, straight out of college. I think it's some sort of midlife crisis, Julie. What do you want me to do? I'm sure I can scupper the appointment: there's no way she meets the person spec." "No," Julie said, thoughtfully. "Not yet. Just keep a close eye on them, Anita. Let me know what happens." . . . Holly was undeniably a hard worker. She made only a few mistakes, learnt quickly and was willing to stay late. During those late evenings, Philip engaged her in conversation in the quiet building. He learnt that she had had several relationships but none of them had been very serious and that she was currently single. He told her that he was married but childless and tried hard to give the impression that he and Julie had drifted apart and were married in name only. He hinted heavily that they no longer slept together. After three weeks, their first big project together resulted in the securing of a lucrative contract. Derek was delighted and gave Philip a substantial bonus, some of which Philip resolved to pass on to Holly. He stuffed an envelope with cash and perched on her desk to hand it over, taking the opportunity to look down her dress where he caught a fleeting glimpse of one hard, pink nipple through the pale blue lace of her bra. Holly was ecstatic, laughing as she fingered the cash. "Oh my God, Philip, thank you so much! I can't believe it. Whatever will I do with all this money?" Philip grinned and made his move. "I'm taking you out to dinner tonight to celebrate," he said, "and the first drink is on you." She smiled up at him, shyly. "That would be lovely, but I'm not dressed for dinner." "Nonsense," said Philip, briskly, in a tone that brooked no argument. "You look beautiful, as always." He got up, then, and went into his own office, closing the door behind him before she could say anything else. She bit her lip, watching her handsome boss retreat, admiring his arse in his tight suit trousers, reminding herself sternly that he was married and off limits. But he had said she was beautiful. She shivered and smiled. They had a wonderful time at dinner, chatting easily, enjoying each other's company. Holly was a little tipsy when they left the restaurant, stumbling slightly in her high heels, leaning against Philip. He put a casual arm around her shoulders. "I know a nice little bar with a dance floor just round the corner," he said. His breath tickled her ear and she trembled, her nipples hardening in the night air. In the bar, Philip plied her with more alcohol and, when she was flushed and slurring her words, led her onto the dance floor. The music was upbeat but Holly was unsteady and he drew her into a close embrace. She swayed against him, her head on his shoulder, and he could feel the curves of her hard young body pressed against his beneath her lightweight dress. Caution forgotten, he pushed his hard-on into her belly and she giggled, tilting her head back to look up into his eyes. "Mr McAllister," she murmured, breathily, tipsily, "is this turning you on?" In answer, he lifted her chin in his hand and kissed her soft lips. She wound her slender arms around his neck and her tongue slid into his mouth. He was triumphant. This had been ridiculously easy. He slid his hand down over her shoulder and bicep to cup one of her breasts. It was full and firm. He squeezed and she gasped, kissing him harder. "Christ, Holly," he said, as they surfaced for air. "You are so fucking beautiful. I've been wanting to do this ever since I saw you waiting to be interviewed." She giggled and tossed her hair, the archetypal teenaged coquette. "I fancied you from the minute I saw you. I was so happy to get the job. I've wanted to do this so badly." And she kissed him again, feverishly. Half an hour later, they were back in Philip's office. Holly lay sprawled on the leather couch in her bra, knickers, stockings and shoes. Philip lay between her legs in boxers and socks. She threw her head back as his lips left hers and began to kiss his way down her chest. He reached behind her to unclasp her bra and her young breasts sprang free. He took a nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue over the tip and she arched her back, pushing her breast into his hungry mouth. He hooked his fingers into her knickers and eased them down her thighs, then ran his hand over her smooth, waxed mound, sighing in satisfaction. He tore himself away from her firm plump breast with reluctance and she whimpered, then gasped as his tongue found her clit. She was sopping wet and tasted tart and fresh. He buried his face between her thighs, sliding his tongue along and between her puffy labia. She squirmed beneath him, whispering his name. He ran his hands up her inner thighs and forced them further apart. Then he sucked the middle finger of his right hand and gently pushed it into her pussy. Holly cried out in arousal, juices oozing from her tight passage, her slender limbs thrashing as his tongue relentlessly circled her throbbing clit. Philip attempted to introduce a second finger, but the walls of her cunt, though thoroughly lubricated, were tight and unyielding and she grew tense as he probed at her. He withdrew his finger and concentrated all his efforts on the nub of nerve endings beneath its protective hood. Holly was babbling incoherently by now, clutching at his short hair, writhing beneath him. Lightly, he sucked on the teenager's clit and she screamed in orgasm, bucking and quivering. As she lay panting on the couch, he wriggled out of his underwear, slithered up her hot body and thrust his tongue into her mouth. Then he guided his engorged cock between her legs and penetrated her in one smooth motion. She shrieked in shock and pain as his cock slid into her. He encountered resistance inside her, stopped briefly, pushed again and suddenly realised what the issue was. "Fuck, Holly," he said into her open mouth. "Are you a virgin?" "Yes," she gasped, and clamped her thighs around him as, in consternation, he moved to withdraw. "No, please! Please don't stop. I want you so badly." Philip struggled briefly with his conscience, but there was really no contest. After all, she was begging him. It would have been churlish in the extreme not to have relieved her of her virginity when she was pleading with him to do so. Her tight, velvety, uncharted depths beckoned and he pushed again, past the point of no return. He fucked her with gentle tenderness, incredibly grateful for the opportunity to ruin this hot, sexy, innocent girl. He thrust into her half a dozen times, fully intending to withdraw from her when his climax approached, but in the end the lure of being the first to fill her virgin womb was too great. He emitted a primal roar and fired jets of his seed inside her. His sweat dripped onto her naked torso as he shuddered on top of her, forcing his cock as deep inside her as it would go, filling her up and owning her. A little voice in his head whispered, admiringly, "You just fucked a teenage virgin half your age." Philip grinned. Holly, unaware of the lewd thoughts filling his head, smiled back at him, her eyes glowing. "I love you," she whispered. . . . An exhausted Philip was late into the office the following morning. As he passed Holly's desk, he placed on it a large takeaway coffee and a paper bag bearing a pharmacy's green cross. She looked quizzically at it before withdrawing a package of pills. "Emergency contraception," explained Philip. "The morning after pill. We'll pop down to the clinic later today to sort out a more reliable method. We're going to need it." It was far from romantic, but Holly's eyes shone. She had been very frightened when he had been so late, wondering if - once home with his wife - he had regretted fucking her. Here was the confirmation she needed that he had no intention of ceasing their liaison: quite the reverse. She read the instructions on the packet and washed down the first pill with the coffee he had brought her. Two hours later, Holly was injected at the family planning clinic, Philip holding her hand. . . . While Philip and Holly were gone, Anita, snooping around the office on Julie's instructions, discovered the discarded packet in Holly's waste paper basket. She texted Julie: "They've had sex." Julie drummed her fingers on the coffee table in her lounge and considered what to do. . . . That evening, when the building was quiet again, Philip once again brought the girl to climax with his expert tongue and then pulled her on top of him to admire her firm round tits as she rode him. Sex was still painful for her, but she was besotted with her boss and worked hard to please him. "I would use a condom," Philip explained, "but it would probably hurt you more." For the next couple of weeks, he fucked her every opportunity they got - twice or three times a day, taking more and more risks, increasingly heedless of the possibility of discovery. In order to allow him full access to her at all times he had forbidden her from wearing trousers, knickers or tights to work. The feeling of cool air on her naked pussy all day long kept her in a perpetual state of arousal and readiness for him. Her tight cunt was growing used to his girth and she was beginning to enjoy fucking him as a purely sexual act, not just as an expression of her love for him. Three weeks after he had taken her virginity she finally came with his cock inside her. Tears of joy and love coursed down her pretty face as she told him over and over again how much she loved him. "I love you too," Philip said, and as Holly dropped to her knees in front of him and brought him to hardness again, cleaning his cock with her enthusiastic tongue, he began to think about what it would be like to go home every night not to Julie with her hairy pussy, lack of enthusiasm for sex with him and refusal to swallow his cum but to Holly, with her perfect body, obedience and desire to please. Rip Her to Shreds She had proved to be an instinctively brilliant cocksucker who loved both the idea and the reality of him cumming in her throat and he claimed blowjobs from her at least twice a day. He had a particular partiality for asking her to get Derek on the line and then pushing her to her knees to blow him while he spoke to his boss. At lunchtimes he would drive her to a secluded spot and then strip her in the back seat of his car, enjoying the sight of her naked body writhing astride him still dressed in his suit and tie. Afterwards, he would lie her on her back and plunge a finger into her sloppy cunt, watching with glee as their combined juices oozed out of her slit onto the beige leather of the 7 series BMW that had been a birthday present from Derek. . . . As ever on a Friday afternoon, Philip's boss, Derek, was naked on his back in his son's bed. His daughter, Julie, knelt between his legs, his erect penis filling her mouth. Julie's mother had died from cervical cancer when Julie was seventeen years old and it had seemed quite natural for the girl, who idolised her father, to replace her in his bed. He had taken her virginity two weeks after his wife's untimely death, on her eighteenth birthday, after she begged him to do so, and they had slept together regularly ever since. Julie had never loved another man. For his part, Derek adored and spoiled his only child. He had gifted her the house she now shared with Philip, her car, bought her clothes and had personally selected for her a husband he felt they could easily manipulate. With Julie's support and love he had built a highly successful and profitable business and had become personally extremely influential in the local area, with the ear of key individuals on the council and in public services as well as in the commercial sector. Now in his late sixties, he aimed to retire shortly but to secure the succession in the business first. With Philip fully occupied in running the business and his own virility intact, he planned to make full use of his daughter's body. One day soon, before Julie's fertility faded, he intended to father her children and pass them off as Philip's. Now, as Julie slurped on his fat dick, he closed his eyes in ecstasy and shot jets of semen down his daughter's throat. They lay, naked and entwined, Julie caressing her father's hairy chest as his breathing deepened and he began to drift off to sleep. "Daddy," she said. "There's a problem." Derek heard her out and shook his head dismissively. "Oh, Julie. So he's dipping his wick in a little blonde secretary? What do you care?" "It's not just that, Daddy," Julie persisted. "I went through his text messages. He told her he can't wait to put a ring on her finger!" "She's eighteen years old!" scoffed her father. "And so was I when you and I first fucked!" cried Julie. Derek thought. "Alright, sweetheart. Let me look into it." He picked up his phone and called Anita. "I want to see every email between Philip McAllister and his new secretary. I'll be back in an hour." He hung up and turned Julie onto all fours. "I'll sort it, baby," he said, as he plunged his dick into her wet pussy. . . . As Derek was filling his daughter's uterus with his semen, Philip was filling Holly's belly with his. They were en route to a hotel in York for the weekend and, unable to spend more than a couple of hours in her company without fucking her, he had pulled off the A1 and found a lay-by in a quiet lane where Holly, who had been stroking his cock, fished it out of his trousers and went to work. He watched her flushed cheeks hollow as she sucked, wrapping her golden hair around his hand. Her blue eyes, the pupils dilating, gazed up into his, tears leaking from the corners as he rammed the back of her throat. Her eyeliner and lipstick were smudging. She looked wanton and beautiful as she gulped down his load, choking a little as it threatened to overflow her mouth. The staff who checked them in at the country house hotel exchanged knowing glances at Holly's dishevelled appearance. Philip smiled at them, proud to be seen with her, for people to know he was fucking her. By the time the porter arrived with their bags, Holly was already naked and spreadeagled on the four poster bed. She gave a little shriek and attempted to cover herself with her arms as the man entered the room. Philip winked at him and tipped him generously, burying his face between Holly's slim thighs before the door had clicked shut, using his tongue to bring her to a shattering orgasm. They fucked on the bed, in the spa bath, on the balcony. Holly's lips, nipples and labia were red and swollen when Philip announced it was time to go down to dinner. He shook his head when she selected underwear and in the end she went down to the dining room wearing only a body hugging jersey shift dress which clung to her curves and accentuated her engorged breasts. Between the starter and main course, Philip laid a black velvet box on the table and took Holly's hand in his. "Holly, I love you," he said, softly, looking into her round blue eyes. "I'll divorce Julie as soon as I can. Will you marry me?" Hearing only the last sentence, the waiting staff began to clap. Tears coursed down Holly's pink cheeks as she flipped open the box to reveal a huge solitaire diamond. "It was my grandmother's," Philip said in her ear as she threw her arms around him and sobbed. "Yes," stammered Holly. "Oh yes!" They held hands for the rest of their meal. The staff brought complimentary champagne. Philip and Holly were both as happy as they had ever been in their lives. Back in their room, Philip pulled the dress over Holly's head, admiring the beauty of her firm, young body in the dim lamplight. She snuggled against him on the bed, her left hand playing with his chest hair. The huge diamond glittered and shone, but not as fiercely as her eyes. "How many children shall we have?" he asked idly, between kisses. "Four," laughed Holly. "Two boys and two girls. And we'll have a playroom for them with a trampoline, and an indoor swimming pool, and horses..." Philip turned her onto all fours, but she winced a little as his cockhead nudged at her pussy lips. "I'm a little sore," she whispered. He caressed her smooth buttocks and reached for a tube of lubricant to ease his passage. But she had other plans. "Would you like to fuck me in the arse?" she asked, shyly. His cock throbbed. "Very much," he croaked. He slathered lubricant over his throbbing shaft and her tight little hole, then inserted his forefinger carefully to the knuckle, pushing lubricant inside her and gently stretching her as she whimpered and buried her face in the pillow. He thought about asking if she was quite sure, but he knew he would not be able to stop if she had changed her mind. Baring his teeth, he took his fat dick in his hand and pressed it against her arsehole. She arched her back, sobbing a little, and he pushed harder. The very tip of his dick slipped inside her and she panted and lifted her head from the pillow to look over her shoulder at him, her eyes round and pained. Before she could speak, he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and simultaneously pushing his dick further inside her. She squealed around his tongue and struggled. He released her mouth but held her tight around the waist. "Push back, Holly," he commanded, and obediently, tears pouring down her face, Holly pushed. Philip didn't want to hurt her, but he was consumed with lust and with one huge thrust he forced his cock past the tight ring of muscle. She screamed in agony as he bottomed out inside her, his balls slapping against her buttocks. "Aaarrhh, fuck, Holly, I love you," he growled, his arms clamped around her waist. She squeezed her eyes shut and twisted the engagement ring around her finger. They were still for several seconds as he savoured the tight velvety grasp of her rectum and she struggled to ignore the burning discomfort. Then he began to move. "It feels amazing," Philip said as he thrust in and out of her. "You are incredible." Still Holly said nothing as he sodomised her. She tried to remember the pain when he'd taken her virginity, and how it had been replaced over time with pleasure. She found it hard to imagine ever enjoying being fucked in the arse. But she loved this man passionately and would do anything to make him happy. She tried to relax and at length he grunted and came inside her. . . . Anita watched Derek's face with satisfaction as he read through the emails. She had read them herself while she awaited his arrival and had known he would be apoplectic. Not only was there ample proof that Philip planned to divorce Julie to marry Holly, but his tone when discussing Derek suggested he took the CEO for a fool, fond enough of him on his own merits not to care if Philip unceremoniously dumped his daughter. The stupid, stupid idiot! Derek rang Julie. "I'll fucking slay him. What do you want me to do?" Julie grinned and hugged herself. "I want her punished and humiliated - not just once, but over and over," she said, maliciously. "Done." . . . Holly came tottering excitedly into Philip's office. "Philip, you've been summoned to a meeting in an hour in the boardroom! Anita doesn't know exactly what it's about, but all the directors are there, the CEO of the council, senior police, and loads of Derek's peers from other companies!" A thrill went through Philip. For months now, Derek had been hinting he planned to retire and anoint Philip his successor. This could be the day when he formally handed over the baton, before his colleagues and friends - and once that had been done and papers signed, Philip could begin the process of separating from and divorcing his wife. He seized Holly's hand and they hurried to the toilet, where Philip pressed his girlfriend up against the wall and penetrated her. Holly wrapped her long legs around his hips as he plunged into her, grinding her hips back against him. "This could be it," Philip got out, between grunts. "If he announces his retirement today we could be married within a year." Holly's blue eyes were afire with love and pride as she gazed at him. Philip ripped open her blouse, scattering buttons across the room, to reveal her braless breasts and seized a hard nipple between his teeth. Holly screamed in orgasm and he came too, painting her insides with a stream of hot, thick cream. . . . Introductions were made and pleasantries exchanged. Derek said, "And to business!" The door of the boardroom opened and in came Anita, primly-dressed, as always, leading Holly behind her. To Philip's horror, Holly was dressed only in black hold ups and her usual high heels. She was gagged with a wide strip of black satin, and her hands were bound in front of her with another. Her eyes were round with abject terror, filled with tears which spilled over and down her cheeks. Despite this, Philip's cock swelled as always at the sight of her beautiful body, which belonged utterly to him. Her lovely naked breasts were covered with goosebumps and her nipples were hard and red, but with cold rather than arousal. Her waxed pussy lips could be glimpsed in the gap between her thighs and seemed quite dry. Philip had never seen them this way before. He was frozen in shock, quite unable to move or speak. "Bend her over the table," Derek ordered, and Anita roughly jabbed Holly in the small of her back to force her torso down onto the polished wood. Her pretty rear stuck out invitingly. "That will be all, Anita," said Derek and she left the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. "As you all know," Derek began, looking around the table at Philip's colleagues, the chief executives of top-ranking companies in the county, the senior police officers and assorted other luminaries, "I have long held Philip McAllister in high regard. Informally, I have seen him as a potential successor. I even encouraged his marriage to my lovely daughter, Julie, whom you all know." There were nods and murmurs. "However, Philip has not behaved as I would expect. He has treated myself and Julie with utter contempt. He employed this whore -" here, he gestured at Holly's motionless body, folded over the table "- and has used company time and money to further a sordid affair with her. Their emails, which I have had closely monitored, indicate that not only were they conducting a shameless affair but that they actually believed themselves in love. He planned, if you can believe this, to divorce Julie and marry her. He seemed to think I would find this acceptable." The murmurs escalated into gasps and comments of, "Shame" and "Disgusting". Philip's cheeks burned. "Strip him," Derek said, quietly, and in a rehearsed move four of Philip's colleagues were upon him before he knew it, tearing his expensive clothes from him and leaving him naked but for his socks and shoes. Mortified, his hands flew to his groin, but they were brutally slapped away. Derek pushed back his chair and moved around the table to stand behind Holly and all eyes turned to him. He took a handful of her pretty, blonde hair and tugged violently, lowering his face next to hers. "Did you know your boyfriend was married to the CEO's daughter, girl? Did you think at all about what that meant?" Holly shook her head, tears of humiliation and fear pouring down her pretty pink cheeks. "You are a whore," Derek hissed, planting a large hand between her shoulders to hold her in place. "And today, as befits a whore, you will be used by every man here." Holly began to struggle, then, her eyes seeking Philip, who still sat frozen, exposed and powerless in his chair. He was suddenly acutely aware that all his assumptions about Derek's indifference and willingness to continue to support his career and lifestyle whatever happened between him and Julie were in tatters. He looked back at her - the innocent girl whose virginity he had taken, with whom he had fancied himself passionately in love, whom he had promised to protect and cherish - and he weighed up the possibilities offered by her lovely body against his comfortable lifestyle, wealth and status. It had all been a pipe dream, he realised now; the stupid fantasy of a married man besotted with a teenaged temptress; the product of a mid-life crisis. He looked into her blue eyes, saw the panic and appeal there - and found himself perversely turned on. His cock reared up between his legs, purple and engorged. She let out a long wail, muffled by the gag, and tried fruitlessly to wriggle away from Derek's restraining hands. Seeing the proof of Philip's excitement, Derek grinned in satisfaction. He attached the trailing ends of the satin around Holly's wrists to a raised bar in the middle of the conference table. The girl's firm, taut body thrashed from side to side, pulling against her tether, as Derek, his eyes dark with lust, removed his shoes and carefully folded his suit trousers over a chair. He moved between her kicking legs, grabbing her buttocks - and suddenly the fight left Holly's body as she accepted her fate. Only a few weeks ago she had been a teenaged virgin, thrilled at being offered her first job. In her naivety she had given her body, heart and soul to her handsome boss, whom she'd thought so strong and masculine, but who, it turned out, was a weak, useless, unprincipled cheat. In defeat, she parted her thighs and waited. Her submissiveness thrilled Derek. He had planned, once his cronies had had their fill of her today, to sack her and throw her out on the street, her body and reputation destroyed and with no prospect of future employment in the area. Now, other possibilities presented themselves to his mind: a vision of a beautiful young girl available to his staff and clients as an incentive, being repeatedly fucked many times a day, paid the minimum wage but bringing in massive revenues. Inspired by his vision, he forced her thighs further apart, spat into his hand and smeared the saliva over his dick, and slid it between her pussy lips. As his cock entered her cunt he gave a long groan of satisfaction. "Jesus Christ, she is so fucking tight. You can tell she was a virgin a few weeks ago," he exclaimed as he slowly forced himself inside her. Holly's cunt walls gradually stretched to admit his big dick but not without difficulty. Her eyes were squeezed closed, her smooth forehead corrugated in pain. She was completely dry and his spit was insufficient lubrication. He withdrew from her and opened a dresser standing against one wall to find a large bottle of lubricant left over from the last party at which loose women had provided the entertainment. Holly lay still, unprotesting, her heart and spirit broken as Derek lubed up his cock and squirted a large dollop of jelly onto two fingers, pushing it up inside her. Then he was in her again, forcing his fat cock deep into her vagina until his balls slapped against her round arse cheeks. She lifted her head again and looked across at Philip, her eyes huge, sad and expressive, communicating silently the depth of her humiliation. His eyes shifted away as his father raped her, grunting and groaning as he thrust into her clutching pussy. He was shocked and appalled when he heard Holly's cries of orgasm, muffled by the gag between her teeth. How could she be enjoying this? He felt a little twinge of anger. How could she cum for another man? The boardroom door opened again and another woman entered the room. It took Philip some moments to recognise his wife. She was dressed, he thought, astounded, as a dominatrix: her dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail and wearing a black corset which exposed her large breasts, flattened her belly and cinched in her waist. Her legs were encased in thigh-high boots and her hairy pussy was covered by wet-look briefs from which protruded a gargantuan strap-on dildo. She smiled round at the men in the room who greeted her with appreciative comments. The police chief to Philip's left wolf-whistled. "Gorgeous tits, Julie!" She inclined her head in acknowledgement, but her eyes hardened as they lighted on her husband, who quailed. She brightened again at the sight of her father slamming into the blonde teenager bent over the boardroom table. She moved to stand beside him and he turned his head to kiss her on the mouth. Philip shivered at the obvious intimacy between them, comprehension dawning. Julie reached down and took her father's balls in her hand and he groaned and stiffened, withdrawing abruptly from Holly's abused pussy and shooting spunk all over her firm arse-cheeks. Holly sobbed softly as the goo splattered her. She must have thought her public ordeal was over. She hadn't yet seen her boyfriend's scorned wife, but that was about to change. Julie strode across the boardroom to straddle her husband and put the tip of the strap-on to his dry lips. "Suck my cock, lover," she sneered, "and make it good and wet. I'm about to sodomise your girlfriend." Philip's eyes widened in horror and Holly tried to scramble to her feet, but her tether held firm and she was unable to rise. Julie pushed the strap-on violently into her husband's mouth. He choked and gagged but she pushed harder and he felt the rigid monster enter his throat. She took his face in her hands and fucked it viciously for several moments, then abruptly withdrew. The dildo shone with Philip's spit. He had done his best, but he knew it was going to destroy Holly's pretty arsehole. She had barely been able to cope with his dick. His eyes were watering from the face-fucking he'd endured, and with emotion over what he was about to witness. Julie was standing between Holly's slender thighs, holding onto her hips, her fingers sunk into Holly's soft flesh, and she had positioned the tip of the strap-on in the little star of Holly's anus. Rip Her to Shreds She hesitated for a moment. "Daddy," she said, "remove the gag will you, please? I want to talk to her." Once the black satin had been untied, Julie leaned forward and said in Holly's ear, "You know who I am?" Holly mumbled indistinctly. Julie grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and wrenched back her head. "I can't hear you, bitch!" Holly choked on a sob then managed to whisper, "Mrs McAllister." "That's right. This is what you get for fucking my husband." Then, Julie lifted her hips and with all the force she could muster rammed the dildo into Holly's tight arsehole. Holly's shrill, agonised scream pierced Philip's soul. He forced himself to look at her but her eyes were screwed tight shut, tears seeping from the outer corners. Julie, by contrast, was looking straight at him, a broad, sadistic smile disfiguring her pretty face. He felt acid in the back of his throat and swallowed it back down. The men seated around the table were leaning forward, some rising to their feet to get a better view of Holly's humiliation and Julie's triumph. The slim teenager's body was racked with sobs of pain and degradation. Despite the violence of Julie's first thrust, only half of the massive dildo was inside Holly's rectum and Julie used her body weight to force more of it inside her. Holly wailed again. "Fucking hell!" snapped Derek. "They'll be able to hear the bitch in the basement. Shut her the fuck up." Mick, the finance director, jumped to his feet and untied the knot securing Holly's wrist-bindings to the bar. Julie locked her arms around Holly's waist, pressing the strap on deeper into her, and between them they turned the girl without allowing the dildo to slip from her. One of Derek's CEO friends helpfully pulled up an unoccupied chair and guided Holly's knees onto it. Julie put one knee alongside Holly's for leverage and Mick moved around her slender body to plug her mouth with his rigid cock. Silenced, Holly was completely at the mercy of the woman whose husband she had wanted for herself. Julie pulled back and the dildo slid from Holly's bowels until only the tip remained inside her. The onlookers watched as her inflamed ring was pulled with it. Then, Julie slammed back into her until all 10 inches of the thick, black strap on were inside her. Holly's cries were muffled by Mick's dick and he held her hair and pushed into her mouth so that she gagged and gurgled. Philip could just see, in profile, the flaring of her nostril as she struggled to suck in oxygen and avoid passing out. Julie arse-fucked her mercilessly and her audience began to clap along with the rhythm of her thrusting. Philip's wife turned her head and met his appalled gaze as she plunged and gyrated. Her nipples were so long and hard they looked like they could cut glass. The pressure of the base of the dildo on her clit and the thrill of raping her husband's mistress were unbearably exciting and Julie knew she was close to orgasm. To bolster her demonstration of power, she beckoned her father over as she bottomed out for a final time in Holly's rectum and twisted to press her breasts against his hairy chest as she French-kissed him. Only then did a shattering orgasm rip through her and she snaked her fingers around Holly's limp, abused body to her pussy. Holly whimpered as Julie's fingers explored her damp folds and circled her clit. Julie took one of Holly's earlobes between her teeth and thrust her forefinger into the girl's cunt and Holly, much against her will, felt another climax approach. Her body bucked and shuddered beneath her lover's wife as Julie forced her to cum. Her subjugation of the girl complete, Julie smiled round at her father's friends and swept, triumphant, from the room. After his wife's rape of his girlfriend, Philip lost track for a time of what further indignities were inflicted on Holly's helpless, ravaged form and the multiple orgasms she was forced to endure. "Form an orderly line," Derek had told his guests, laughing. Her pussy and mouth were repeatedly penetrated by numerous men, one or two at a time, who came in and over her, and he closed his eyes against the spectacle. Some time later he opened them to see that she was being carried to the carpeted section of the boardroom ringed by easy chairs. The chairman of the Chamber of Commerce lay on his back on the carpet and Holly was lowered onto him, her spunk-soaked pussy engulfing his engorged member, as the other men took their seats around them, stroking their own erections. Holly rose and fell mechanically on the dick inside her until the senior police officer positioned himself behind her and barked at her to remain still. He slathered lubricant over his big shaft and, grinning, began to feed it into her arsehole. Holly shrieked and struggled and he grabbed a handful of her hair, snarling at her to, "Shut the fuck up!" Derek motioned lazily to the Chief Executive of the County Council, who put a hand on each of Holly's flushed cheeks and forced his hard-on between her lips. This effectively muffled her screams and the police chief was able to penetrate her fully, high-fiving the CEO when all seven inches of his fat cock were buried in Holly's tight rectum. Conflicted, Philip himself moved over to the easy chairs for a better view. He was properly ashamed of his excitement but, if he pushed from his mind the knowledge that the girl being unwillingly triple-teamed on the carpet was his fiancée - a fairly easy matter since her face and most of her body were obscured from view - it was an incredibly erotic sight. Derek caught his guilty eye and smiled knowingly. Philip bowed his head. The girl was pounded mercilessly by the three men and quivered and spasmed between them as she came repeatedly. When they had finished with her, they rolled her onto her back. She lay there, inert and spreadeagled. Derek's thoughts returned to his future plans for her. He wanted her cowed and broken but still sexually responsive. "I think the slut needs a break," he said, thoughtfully. "Jeff, Den" - two of his and Philip's fellow board members - "suck her tits, will you?" They knelt on either side of the girl on the floor and set to work expertly on her breasts. As they sucked, licked and nibbled, she began to stir beneath them, her legs pulsing in arousal. Derek turned to Philip. "Eat her out," he said. Philip opened his mouth to protest. He had loved eating her pussy, savoured her tart, fresh flavour, but she was leaking the sperm of his peers onto the carpet. Derek's eyes glittered. "If you don't want to be punished as you richly deserve," he snarled, "you will do as you are told." Beaten, Philip sank to his knees between the girl's quivering thighs and began to explore her swollen folds with his tongue. After so many orgasms, it took the three a long time to bring her to another. She would intermittently flinch when Philip's rough tongue found a raw, chafed spot around her pussy. He learnt to focus on her clit. He worked hard, using all his knowledge of what turned her on, and at length he was successful. Her pelvis bucked, her pussy contracted and a wave of semen gushed from her slit over his face. He choked, and the audience laughed heartily at his revulsion. He crawled back to his seat as the girl on the carpet bucked spasmodically. "You can go," Derek said, rising to his feet, his hard-on in his fist, his face contorted with lust as he moved towards the girl on the floor. Philip grabbed his clothes and stumbled from the room. . . . A humiliated Philip did not show his face in the office for two weeks, after which Derek showed up at his home and sternly told him to get back to work or be sacked. Chastened, he donned his best suit and nonchalant manner and returned. Things had changed. The office adjoining his had been stripped of all of Holly's personal effects and was now occupied by a smug Maria Maloney. She looked at him with amused disdain when she brought him a coffee and sat in an easy chair, her legs crossed neatly, her pen poised over her shorthand notebook. He felt nauseous but summoned all his professionalism and demanded to know from her what she had been working on in his absence. Disconcerted by his assertiveness, she dropped the smirk and responded smartly. He was not to see Holly again for a further three weeks. He and Maria had together closed a lucrative deal for the firm and after he had taken the client out for lunch, Philip returned to the office to find Maria leaning against her desk, legs spread. Between her thighs, sucking her labia, was a familiar blonde head. Derek was sprawled in an easy chair, watching the show. As Philip entered the office, Maria caught his eye and grinned. Her eyes fixed on his, she put her hands on either side of Holly's head and mashed it into her crotch, moaning theatrically. "Eat me, bitch," she demanded. "Make me cum!" Holly redoubled her efforts, circling Maria's clit with her little pink tongue and Philip - aroused and appalled in equal measure - hastily retreated into his own office and closed the door. Shortly thereafter the air was rent by Maria's screams of orgasm, and he clapped his hands over his ears and turned on some music. Then came a knock on the door. Not waiting for an answer, Derek bowled into the room, towing Holly behind him. Her eyes were downcast, glazed and vacant, and did not meet Philip's. She swiped the back of her hand across a chin slick with Maria's vaginal secretions. Now she was on her feet, Philip could see what she was wearing: an oversized t-shirt emblazoned with the words: "Office Slut: fuck me here". Three arrows fanned out from the words, pointing respectively to her full, red lips, her pussy and - snaking around her waist - to her arsehole. Derek took a seat but did not invite the slim young blonde to do likewise. She stood, quite still and impassive, just inside the door. "You've done well, Philip," he said. "That contract will be a significant source of revenue for the firm for the foreseeable future. Obviously, given your recent conduct your commission is still suspended, but I thought you had earned a small reward." He gave a thin smile. "Come here, girl." Holly obediently teetered towards his chair on four inch black patent fuck-me shoes and bent forward. In one swift motion, Derek pulled the degrading t-shirt over her head to reveal her familiar, naked body. As ever, Philip's heart clenched and his dick swelled at the sight. She was so beautiful, so firm and tight. Derek beckoned Philip closer and he moved to stand face to face with Holly. She smiled automatically, but it was a blank impersonal smile - the sort of smile she might have bestowed on a shop assistant handing her change. There was no hint in her eyes of their history. Only six weeks earlier her eyes had sparkled with passion as she told him how much she loved him, and glistened with happy tears as they talked about the children they would raise together. Now they were strangers. Without a word, the girl dropped to her knees and unbuckled his suit trousers, reached inside for his swollen dick and ran her warm, wet tongue around the corona and down the seam on its underside. Philip closed his eyes, groaned and rested a hand on the crown of her head. She bathed the length of his shaft in saliva and sucked it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing. Her fingers caressed his scrotum and she mewled softly around his cock. "Oh God, Holly," he murmured - and instantly, Derek snatched a handful of her glossy hair and wrenched her off his son's penis. "Don't use the bitch's name," he snarled. "Bend over the desk, whore," he told Holly, and pulled her over to it by her hair. Still she made no sound. Once she was bent over the desk, recalling the position in which Derek himself had first raped her, he released her hair. He motioned Philip over and nodded in encouragement. Hating himself, but longing to feel her around him again, Philip guided his cock into Holly's cunt and began to move. He soon warmed to his task and, holding her hips, plunged into his ex-mistress's warm depths. She ground back against him, moaning. After some minutes, she cried out and went rigid beneath him. Philip knew her orgasm was genuine as he felt the walls of her pussy contract, but either it was less powerful than the climaxes he had induced in her in the past or repeated penetration had stretched her pussy, as it did not instantly suck the semen up his shaft as it had always done before. He continued thrusting into her for several more minutes before reaching his own climax and firing spunk into her. He collapsed and lay panting on top of her. Hoping Derek couldn't hear him, he whispered in her ear, "I'm so sorry, Holly; so very sorry," but she didn't respond. When he climbed off her, she stood upright and he saw his cum running down the inside of her legs. She showed no sign of noticing. Derek, his eyes dark and malicious, watched Philip pull up and refasten his trousers. He reached inside his suit jacket and withdrew a black book and a pen. "Sign Holly's visitor book, Philip," he urged. Philip took the book, his hands trembling, his stomach roiling. He flicked through the pages in mounting horror. It was filled with hundreds of signatures and comments. Every man and woman who had had Holly in the weeks since he had witnessed her gang rape in the boardroom had signed this book. His eyes scanned the lines of writing and read a couple of entries at random: Andrew Bryant 4.5.15 - fucked her pretty arse; came in her mouth and over her face. Derek Moore Craig Fisher 4.5.15 - Looking forward to doing business with you, Derek, mate. Double-teaming your slut was an absolute pleasure. It was painfully clear that Holly was being fucked at least a dozen times a day - offered to staff as a reward, to clients as an incentive to do business with the company, to board members to pass the time. Philip signed the book blindly, just below Maria's crabbed signature, and Derek took it from him. "Come on, slut," he said. "Fourth floor." He passed Holly her t-shirt but she did not put it on. Nor did she look back as they left the room.