Erotic fiction

Time to Submit, Slut!

Karma could be a bitch!

“Okay, bitch, I’ve wanted this for months. You’ve finally slipped up and I’ve got you!”

That was pretty strong language coming from Kelvin as he walked into my office. His face was flushed, and he was waving a bundle of papers as he stormed across to my desk.

“I wondered why little miss high and mighty was doing her own copying after hours, and took a look once you left. I bet you didn’t know the machine has a memory unit — did you? I took a set from it and, bloody hell, you are screwed. Or about to be anyway!”

The leer on his face made it abundantly clear what he was thinking. He’d chased me for a while until I’d slapped him down. The last time had been in front of witnesses and had obviously stung him. There gets a point though, where just saying no isn’t enough.

“Tomorrow, at the board meeting, you are going to say you want to retract your application for the post. For what will be my post. You’ll say that you are better suited to the role you have now, and you’ll be happy to serve me. And you will, slut.”

I knew exactly what he was holding, and in a way was impressed at how fast he’d come to a decision. I’d not thought of him as much of a man, for all of his good looks, but more of an arrogant chauvinist pig. That he was up for the same promotion hadn’t helped either of us in our thinking though.

“You’ve played nicely with the figures in here, but you can only cover over a hole for so long. Shuffling the funds around like this was ingenious but, once you look, it’s obvious. You’re not as clever as you thought, bitch, and now you are going to serve me like you do our bosses. It’s clear you only got this far on looks and free use of your body. And now it’s mine!”

I’d known of the rumour going around some of the men, that I’d been screwing my superiors for promotions, but that’s the sort of crap that any good-looking successful woman gets. And I was both of those things.

“What’s here will get you years in jail.” He threw the papers onto the desk and used his now empty hands to gesticulate.

“Seven or eight years? Getting out in half for good behaviour? What the hell will you be like after that? No fancy spas, face creams or treatments — just being some tough dyke’s bitch. And nothing to come out to either. You’d be finished.”

Which was true as far as it went. I thought I might handle prison better than he did, but it would be tough. And getting a decent job when you came out wasn’t likely to be easy. Contacts would have moved on and, even if they hadn’t, wouldn’t want an ex-con for my sort of decent role.

“I’m offering you a deal, bitch. Be my bitch, my slut, as well as my subordinate for the next three years, instead of sitting in jail, and I’ll help you cover this over. You’ll need to return the funds, of course. And if you can’t do that, well, I’ll help you raise them.”

Oh, he’d help me do that alright. The look on his face told me exactly what he was thinking. What he was hoping. That I’d spent the money, couldn’t raise it with the equity on my home and savings, and would need to fall back on him pimping me out to his friends.

“Look, Kelvin,” I started to speak with a sob in my throat, “I’ve had some trouble this last year, so…”

“Bitch, I don’t care about your troubles — although you are about to get some new ones!”

His face had gone red, through excitement I guessed as he had the power over me now that he’d always wanted.

“I want you naked and on your knees in front of me in the next sixty seconds. Otherwise, the email I’ve set up for the Board and the cops will be sent the instant I get back to my office.”

Blackmail is not nice when it’s laid out in front of you like that. It was clear that he thought my options were limited, and so they were. His reasoning, as he saw things, was valid. There was no point in arguing with him given what he’d been holding.

I stood, took a deep breath, and undid my suit jacket. Placing it over my executive leather chair as it slipped over my arms.

The size of his grin told me that he’d not been 100% convinced about his plan, but the size of the bulge at his groin told me that he’d been hoping it was going to work — and also that the rumours I’d been hearing were true.

My silk blouse came off easily enough, but, when I bent to take my trousers down, he came up behind me and took a good grip on my boobs, which hindered the removal of the clothing on my lower half, and my shoes.

“Fuck, I’ve waited long enough to get my hands on these! Even knowing that everyone else got here first doesn’t matter now.”

He unclipped my bra, then continued as I slipped it off. “That goes in the waste bin. You never wear one to work again. Okay? I’ll want easier access from now on.”

He had his hands cupping my bare breasts as my panties came down. He was pressing himself tightly to me, leaving no question of his intentions. Not that there had been anything in the way of uncertainty about those since he’d entered the office.

“What the hell’s this?” He questioned me, as he slipped a hand down the belly to my pussy. “Who the hell has hair down here these days? I want it shaved, all of it. Do your legs and pits at the same time. While I’m fucking you, the only hair you have is on your head. Speaking of which…”

He turned me around, so he could see my naked body for the first time, smiled, and then reached for the clasp holding my hair up. As it came off, and my hair tumbled down, I instinctively gave it a shake, only then realising that might have been a mistake as I could feel my boobs shaking in response.

He obviously enjoyed that sight.

He pushed his full body against me then. Lips crushing mine, one hand on my boobs, the other diving into my pubes and finding my slit. My wet slit.

“I fucking knew it,” he said, pulling his face back. “You really are a slut! Finally finding your place in this company. And that place is under me — and I mean under me!”

He said that as if it was the wittiest thing spoken this decade, and even laid extra emphasis on ‘under’ to make it clear that he was literally meaning my place was under him. As in being fucked, something that was now about to happen.

He’d got the initial touching of my body out of the way, which I guessed he would have initially planned to go on for much longer. He was getting into a heated rush though. He could always come back and gloat as he touched me more later, he seemed to think, but now it was time for the good stuff.

“Make sure you keep eye contact, slut, and hands out of the way,” he said, as his hands on my shoulders slowly pushed me to my knees. “But I’m sure that your type knows exactly what to do. And, if not, then I’ll enjoy training you!”

Leaving his belt in place, he undid the button and then unzipped his trousers, pulling his cock free of his blue stripy boxers.

The rumours were true.

He was a good-looking bloke and, with the position in the company he held — along with the money and privilege that brought — it was no surprise that he got plenty of dates. The fact that he was an arsehole meant that there were not many repeat engagements but, even so, certain rumours still got out.

I’d wondered if he was the one to start them, as men seem to be like that, but enough of the women around the building had said there was substance to the tale to make me believe them.

And, damn it, I was glad about this aspect of him at least. That thing was easily as big as any I’d seen in real life, and the girth fully matched it as well.

As he held it in front of my face, he pulled back on the foreskin, freeing the bulging mushroom head, and I could see he had serious leakage already. Given that he’d been thinking of this for some time, I was not surprised.

“Oh, yes, slut, do you like the look of that?” He gently slapped each of my cheeks with it. “You will get used to this being in you from now on. All three of your holes will be at my disposal, and when I want you, I’ll take you.”

He laughed as he looked down at me, reading my face and seeing what he wanted there.

“Yes, bitch. I mean all three of your holes! I don’t know if you’ve taken it up the arse before — although I bet you have — but this is going up there before long. All of it, right to the hilt. Balls deep. So, if you know what’s good for you then get stretching yourself out over the next couple of days.”

I had done anal before, but had to admit that a cock of that size and shape going all the way in would be something new for me. I’d taken it gently on those occasions but would lay odds that he’d not want it that way.

He’d done with playing for the moment and now held his cock against my lips. He paused then, looking quizzically into my eyes, and I knew what he wanted. And complied.

Opening my mouth, I put my tongue out at full stretch so that he could lay his dick on it, and then, as he took his hand away, I pushed forward.

Letting it slide in like that was something I’d discovered that guys liked years ago. Some wanted the dome licked and played with first, but starting this way seemed to show serious intent.

Once inside, I let my tongue play while using my lips to tighten around his shaft as I started moving back and forth. Of course, I also kept full eye contact with him as I did so, and my hands out of the way as he’d requested. Demanded.

“Deeper.” Was all he said, as he closed his eyes for a moment. I kept mine in place though, not wanting difficulties to arise if he saw me looking elsewhere.

He wasn’t so wide as to cause me trouble taking him into my mouth, although I could feel the lack of room in there as I obeyed and went deeper onto his shaft. I knew that what was likely to be the next stage was going to cause me trouble.

I’d been sucking dick for years. I was pretty good at it, although, let’s face it, most men were not going to complain even if you were not. Just getting the damn thing into a pretty girl’s mouth was enough for many.

I could feel this one already banging off the back of my throat even though, when I glanced down, I only seemed to be about halfway along. He was already causing me to gag and I was a little stressed at the thought of deep-throating him if needed.

“Don’t worry bitch, by the time I’m done with you I’ll have opened you up so that you can take what I’ve got in all your holes. After a few weeks of serving me, any other guy is going to rattle around inside you without touching the walls. You’ll be back and begging for more before you know it!”

He reached down and took one of my boobs in his hand, rolling the nipple as he did. Before smacking it, causing it to bounce into the other. This seemed to fascinate him for a moment as I carried on with my now sloppier work.

“Like Newton’s cradle really,” he said. “I wonder. If we got a few other sluts like you in here together, could we get something interesting going?”

What I was doing now took over all other interests though. I’d got him wet enough that he was sliding in and out beautifully, just using my neck muscles to get the bobbing rhythm going at a good pace. His breathing was deepening, and I could taste his pre-cum on my tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! No, stop, hold it, slut, hold it there!”

For a moment I’d thought that he was going to go all the way in my mouth, which I’d not expected. But he pulled out, causing a huge trail of slobber connecting its head and my lips to slip out and dribble down my boobs.

“Up on the desk, right now.” I stood, and he shoved me heavily against it, pushing my upper torso down and flat over the top.

“This is what I want. Hold your legs open wide as I enter you. I’ve dreamed of this. Dreamed of seeing your big tits bounce as I fucked you. And now you are all mine.”

Big as he was, there was only minor discomfort as his head slowly entered me, but there was no delay after that as he pushed in. Balls deep, as he’d so nicely put it earlier.

“Oh, fuck! There’s nothing like a willing slut’s pussy — unless it’s an unwilling one. But that’s not you, is it? You want this now. You want to be fucked. You’re soaking down there, wet enough that you can’t hide it. Slut.”

I was wet, and the feel of him inside me as he pushed deep, and deeper still, was giving me pleasure that I couldn’t hide. He was an arsehole, but he knew what he was doing as he started to pump, running his hands over my clit and stimulating me.

“That’s it slut. Oh, fuck, yes, Bounce those tits for me!”

Naked and lying across my desk while a blackmailing bastard screwed me (and did a decent job), I was glad that this was happening outside of normal office hours so that we were unlikely to be discovered together in this way.

I knew that he’d be thinking of this, or similar, repeating during the days to come — especially if he got the promotion he was hoping for tomorrow — but that was never going to happen.

In fact, neither screwing me again nor the promotion was going to work out for him. Not that he knew that yet. And that was making me enjoy this all the more. And I was enjoying it. I love a dominant man using me, but even more fun is when they think they have the power but do not.

What he had right now was a great left hand, rubbing my clit while the other was placed on my hip helping keep him steady as he fucked me nicely. He was oversized but knew just what to do with the equipment he’d been blessed with.

The arsehole thought I was dumb enough to forget the short-term memory in the copier — and that I’d not noticed him lurking outside the room. As it happened, I’d made sure that he’d seen me going up the corridor and had slowed my walk, waiting until he was able to see what I was doing.

That report had taken me the best part of a week to fake, so I wasn’t surprised that he’d assumed it was accurate. It looked it, and, unless you scrutinised deeply into the computer files, that paper one would stand up.

I don’t know how long he had taken to come to his conclusion — to leap to the wrong one — but I’d been expecting him for the last 30 minutes. Sitting waiting. Knowing he’d try to blackmail me. Knowing we’d then fuck.

Knowing that tomorrow when I didn’t drop out of the chase for the promotion, and he sent that email to the directors, there would be a storm to weather… but, given that all the data was falsified, I’d be safe.

He, on the other hand, would be seen as trying to ruin the reputation of his rival with false documentation. Oops.

“Fuck, I love a tight slut like you. The only thing better than watching my cock in your pussy might be the same in your arse. Plenty of time though, no need to rush. We’ve got years to get fully acquainted after all, plenty of time to try everything.”

Sex had been scarce recently, as I’d been putting in silly hours chasing this promotion, trying to get ahead of Kelvin. I wasn’t in a relationship and didn’t have time to chase things outside of work — and I never screwed colleagues as that could get messy.

Going to him and saying ‘I want to fuck your big cock’ was just not going to work with the dynamic we had between us. I was sure he’d have accepted, but that would have given him real power over me, rather than what we had going on right now.

Knowing of the rumours about his size and technique, and assuring myself of the truth, I’d wanted to get the full experience before he left the company. Afterwards would hardly work. He was a co-worker right now, but that was going to change tomorrow, so I was happy with how this was working out.

I was going to enjoy being his submissive slut this evening. I’d take this, and love it, but there would be no repeat performance. Tomorrow I’d get the job, he’d get fired, and all would be well in the world.

I could hardly smile outwardly, given the current state of affairs, but I wanted to. Getting what you want in a situation, while the others around think that they are succeeding and pulling ahead, is always a pleasure.

Grunting away, and causing me to moan at the same time, he pumped into me. His hands were touching my body, and doing it well. My boobs and clit got most of the attention, but he reached up and gently squeezed my throat as well at times.

I loved that.

When I came, it was with moans of pleasure, and I could see how much he enjoyed making me, his rival no more, climax against my will as I submitted to his blackmail. He shot my pussy full of his cum shortly afterwards, having made sure that he had got the full response he wanted from me first.

He then pulled out and spun me around so that my backside was dangling off the other side of the desk and my head hanging off next to him. A few things, including my office phone, crashed off the desk, but we both ignored that.

He took me by surprise in opening my desk’s main drawer, banging my skull as he did so, and stuffing my loose hair into the space. Slamming it shut pulled on my hair painfully, and I soon realised that it imprisoned me as well.

He turned the key that locked all the desk drawers, and then, showing it to me first, flicked it across the room.

I tugged slightly as he did that, but there was very little give. I might be able to extract myself given time but, from the jolt of pain as he’d turned the key, I knew that my hair was twisted into the mechanism. That wasn’t coming out without the key — or scissors.

Although he’d just cum in my pussy he was still hard, as well as covered in our combined juices, as he pushed his cock back into my mouth. At this angle I knew he’d made an almost straight line of my throat so that he’d get maximum penetration.

“You really are a stupid bitch,” he said as he thrust in. “Oh, fuck, I love to see a throat bulge as I do this. I’ve been waiting to do this, and see your tits bouncing as I do, for bloody ages.”

He was far bigger than I was used to and, while that had been mostly pleasurable in my pussy, it was far from pleasant in my throat. I couldn’t breathe as he thrust in, held it, pulled back a little, and then went in again. It wasn’t out for long enough though.

He was deliberately keeping my airways blocked.

I tried to put my arms up to push him away a little, but he caught my wrists and held them against the top of the desk. I was truly in his control now, but he relented a little and gave me a chance to get a couple of deep breaths before thrusting back in again.

“That report of yours had the Mitcham accounts in it. As soon as I flicked onto that page, I knew there was something screwy going on as I’d looked them over a few days ago. You had me until then though.”

I went still as he said that, trying to run the implications of what he was saying past my oxygen-starved brain.

Fluids were coming out of my mouth — what they were I didn’t want to think about — and blocking my nose, running down over my cheeks and forehead.

Damn. I was in trouble if he knew those were faked. So far, things had gone as I’d planned, but this was clearly about to change, and not for the better.

“I double-checked those, and then took a deep dive into parts of the rest. A work of fiction, and, honestly, a pretty good one. It took me a few minutes to work out your thinking. I was supposed to blackmail you — just like this — wasn’t I? You wanted fucking, but would have fucked me over tomorrow at the promotion board.”

Oh. Bloody. Crap.

I was trying hard to think while pinned to the desk I was at least partly locked into as he throat-fucked me. My options at this point were, shall we say, severely limited.

“The way I see it, is that I can prove you were trying to blackmail me, and if our IT guys get on your machine, I’m betting they will find the report, or files used to build it. Searches even, looking for data. What do you think, bitch?”

I thought that it was possible. I’d tried working incognito where possible and wiping the files — and then deleting those as well — but it was certainly possible.

“Prove that, and you are done. Not just here, but getting sacked for gross misconduct will kill your prospects in this industry. And most others you might have moved into at this sort of level. I’d bring in the police as well, so you might yet end up in prison. My comments about that when I came in were truthful.”

He kept speeding up both his pace and breathing as he got excited, but would pause and slow down when he saw my face changing colour and I got close to passing out. My hair being tugged was the least of my worries now as I struggled just to get air into my lungs.

“I checked you out closely, as I assume you did me as well. I know you are living over your limits at the moment. If you don’t get that promotion, you are in trouble. And you are in trouble. The rising interest rates on mortgages mean you are close to defaulting. And, if you lose your job, with no chance of another at a decent grade… you are screwed.”

The bastard was right. I had checked him out thoroughly, and he was in a better financial position than I was, but then I’d been putting too much on credit cards for a while now. Bills were piling up, and I was slowly spiralling down. I needed that promotion.

That’s why, when this plan had popped into my head, I’d run with it.

He’d been grunting a little as he spoke, and now stopped talking at all. Even though I knew what was coming I was not fully prepared as he pulled out of my throat, thick strands of drool falling across my features as he did.

He unloaded over my face, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. He seemed deliberately cruel in that he put his thumbs over my eyelids and pulled them open, giving me no defence as he squirted semen into my eyes. He wiped himself over my cheeks and then pushed back inside for cleaning by my tongue.

“So, bitch, this the way I see it. I spoke earlier about jail time for fraud, but knew you would be expecting to hear that bullshit from me. Instead, you’d be in for attempted blackmail — at the least. Probably only for a year, maybe less. But you’d also lose your house, your job, and your reputation. I have an alternative for you. If you are interested?”

I tried to say that I was, but my voice only came out as a rough croak. I wasn’t going to be discussing anything in detail until any swelling from my throat-fucking had subsided a little.

“You take yourself out of the running for the post — and support my application. Gavin will take my place, leaving the two of you at this level together. In return for leaving you a job, and all that this brings you, you become my slut for real. It’s that simple a choice.”

I tried shaking my head and saying ‘no’ but neither option was working properly for me at the moment.

“You’ve no real choice. This is going to happen. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but I’m offering you freedom in exchange for say… six months in a new way of life. After that, well, you can find a job elsewhere if you want — or stay on in some capacity we can sort out later.”

The bastard. Okay, I’d been intent on getting him fired and out of my way, but still, this wasn’t right!

“So, I want you to say that you will be my slut for six months. We can go into the details tomorrow, but you’ll be screwing me when and where I want. And Gavin, Phil, and Griff from time to time. I’ll need them to cover for your work when you are otherwise engaged, so it’s only reasonable they get rewarded.”

I was running over my options as he spoke, but they basically came to what he’d said. Even if I got some sort of community service deal instead of prison — or a shorter sentence than he’d estimated — then I was still dead in the water.

Everything I’d built up this far in life would be stripped away and taken from me. I couldn’t lose this job without the prospect of at least an equivalent one on the horizon. It was that simple.

I liked sex, and I enjoyed some kinky stuff, but I knew that I’d soon be out of my depth with him — and especially so as he brought in some of the other managers, his cronies. They’d want to play with their new toy. Take her to the edge and see what would happen.

Crap.

How private this was going to stay I didn’t know, but the odds were that before long he’d be showing me off as his latest trophy. As a ‘slut,’ he’d be bound to want me to dress that way, even if I was still trying to remain professional in my role.

Hell, he’d already dumped my bra and told me not to wear another to work. I’d not paid proper attention to that as I thought I was in control at that point, but no bra? Damn!

I had big boobs. Guys looked at the things all the time even when they were covered but, with just a blouse on top, they’d be bloody obviously swinging free.

I could see my suits being altered by him, and the hemline on my skirts getting higher, as time went on. I had good legs, but there was a time and a place for showing them off.

My reputation as a person was going to be really low by the time this was done. He’d see to that, I was sure. How long before he and his friends were openly groping me in the public areas of the building?

I’d need to move jobs to be able to continue to be taken seriously. Maybe cities. But this arrangement would at least allow me to do that.

“Okay. I’ll do it. For six months. Starting today.”

It was hardly a triumph, but most of the day had already gone by so he was getting a little short-changed.

He’d rearranged his clothing as he talked, and so was fully dressed again when a knock came on my office door. He moved across to open it, speaking as he did.

“I took a pill to help my staying power before I came in to see you, and messaged the guys to all do the same before arriving at your office. You truly are going to be fucked now.”

I was trying to say “no, hold on,” when I heard people coming in.

My hair was still stuck in the drawer at the far side of the desk, so I couldn’t see what was going on, but I knew these people would be getting an unobstructed look at my legs hanging down at their side — and of my fully naked body — as they entered the room.

From the sound of it, all three of the guys he’d mentioned earlier, colleagues with whom I thought I had a good working relationship even if I wasn’t keen on a couple on a personal level, had come in and were overjoyed to see me this way.

“Fuck me, mate! I was sure you were making it up, tricking us!”

“Look at the hairy pussy, I’d never have guessed!”

“These tits, get a feel of them!”

And he did. The voices were mixed, but I was pretty sure that was Griff groping my boobs and pulling on my nipples as the others touched my slit (and complained about getting sloppy seconds), while looking for my clit through my pubic hair.

I’d respected Griff, even if we were never going to be close friends. He had a keen mind, but it wasn’t my mind he was admiring now, and, under this arrangement, he’d be free to more than admire what he wanted, as and when he saw fit.

My eyes were stinging from the cum dumped into them and causing blurring of my vision, but I could still make out one of the men coming around to look at me. And laugh at the state I was in.

“Fuck away, lads,” Kelvin said, with a chuckle. “I’m keeping her arse for myself to open in a day or two, but the rest of her is yours. And don’t worry, she’ll have that mess down below shaved off by morning. She’ll behave herself and do what she’s told in future but, right now, this all seems symbolic somehow.”

The men touched my body freely, commenting on it as they did. I could also hear the click of the camera on someone’s phone as they talked, something I’d not considered so far, having had no real time to process events.

He was right — as he had been about everything so far. It seemed symbolic to me as well. Trapped over my desk, my place of official power, while my dignity and self-worth were stripped from me by a group of randy colleagues wanting to cement my new status as a ‘slut’ into place.

I’d tried a cunning plan to assure my success in the chase for promotion but, in the end, I’d fucked myself over. Or, at the least, I’d given him the key to do that to me. This wasn’t going to be a time of happiness for me, but there was a certain amount of karma to the situation.

Karma could be a bitch.

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