Simone Part 30 – Like a Boss

Raping her (Tom’s wife) was also a punishment for her, though she had done nothing wrong; I did not give a fuck.

I took my time planning what I was going to do to Tom. I knew I was going to rape his wife and make him suffer for what he had done to Lena, but I did not want to rush into it. I needed a good plan on how I was going to subdue and dominate both of them. I also knew there was a small child in their house; that complicated things. I do not hurt or touch children, ever. In fact, I try to stick to 16 years or older when hunting females. Children are good pawns to use to get mothers to do what I want them to do, but I would never touch or hurt a small child. I think people who do so should be put behind bars and never again see the light of day. I hate paedophiles, and I was about to find out just how much.

Days passed into weeks and weeks into months. Simone returned to work and I gave up my own place to move in with her. Lena was a bit jealous of the fact but she soon realised that I was not going to pay her any less attention, and the three of us slipped into a good routine. With Simone’s excellent job and Lena’s allowance from her father, we were wealthy enough for me to quit my job and live off my two fuck-toys. I told them what I wanted and they bought it. If I wanted to go out, they gave me whatever cash I wanted. My boss what shocked and quite devastated when I handed my resignation. In fact, she begged.

“Kurt! What the fuck is this about?” She had demanded. “Is this about money, a car? Tell me what I can do to fix whatever it is that is broken. Anything. Anything at all. Just tell me.” She had begged.

“Look.” I had started. “This is not about the job, or you or the conditions. Things have changed in my life and I just don’t need the money, but I do need the time.” I had explained. “I cannot spend forty to sixty hours a week on company projects any more. I need that time for other things.” I was being honest. I wanted that time to fuck my two toys, find new victims and to punish the remaining two members of Lena’s family.

“Ok, listen.” She said. “I get it. Nevertheless, if you walk out now we will lose some major customers. We have the three key accounts (I cannot say the names she gave here for obvious reasons) that only you can manage. Those security systems are all your work and your genius. The customers will not take well to another manager. Kurt, they are worth millions to us. Please, stay on at least as a consultant for those three accounts and to advices us on new work if we need it. I will pay you the same money as now but as a freelance consultant and you can work from home, control your own time and train up one or two of the other guys to take over when you finally want to leave, ok?” She was seriously begging and I sensed the power I had over her. It was a nice feeling. I wondered just how far I could go.

“Look, Petra.” I said in a sympathetic tone. “I understand. I really do. I am not an unfair person, and I do not want to leave you or the company in trouble.” I stated, and she interrupted me.

“Kurt listen, it’s my ass on the line here.” She pleaded. “If we lose those three accounts I am out of a job. Berlin will have my head on a plate at the next board meeting. I am begging you; please give me a break here.” As she spoke, she stepped up to me and took hold of my shoulders, staring into my face, her blue eyes pleading with me. An actual tear rolled down her cheek. Well if her ass was on the line, she could use it to save it. I risked my move.

“Ok, Petra. Then here’s what I want.” I started, and wave of relief crossed her face as she realised she had convinced me. I started to make my demands. “I want 100 K bonus straight up. Paid by the end of the week directly onto my account. You will accept my resignation today, and have the consultancy contracts drawn up by our Lawyers. I will sing them this week for the same monthly payment as now, regardless of workload or time spent. I will work from home and only come in when I chose and when it is necessary.”

“Yes.” She whispered. “Anything. I mean, is there anything, anything else, I mean?” She stuttered, and I watched her face as I told her there was.

“Yes, Petra. There is more.” I stated. “In fact, there is quite a bit more that I need from you personally.” I whispered, and the look on her face suggested she knew what was coming.

“Of course, Kurt.” She flustered. “As I said; anything at all. Tell me what it is you want.”

“Well for a start, you can unbutton your blouse and let me see those magnificent tits you’ve been hiding all these years.” I stated in a very calm and commanding voice. This was the point where she could slap me and tell me to get the fuck out of her office. She did neither. Instead, she walked past me to the door and locked it, before turning to face me. I too had turned to follow her walk to the door with my eyes. I had taken in her wide hips and slender waist, her round and firm ass stretching the material of her black knee length skirt.

“I told you Kurt.” She said. “Anything. But you have to promise you will keep your end of the bargain.”

“I will.” I stated flatly. “I promise! Now take of that fucking blouse.”

“You know I am married, Kurt. You know that right?” She asked. “You know this is blackmail, right? You know you are forcing me, don’t you? Raping me in fact, right?” She asked and despite her making it clear that this was against her will, I sensed there would be little resistance.

“Are you going to fight me?” I simply asked, though I knew the question was pointless. “Or are you going to do as you are told, fuck-bitch?”

“I am not going to fight you Kurt. I have no choice. I cannot afford to lose this position and therefore I cannot afford to lose you. At least not yet. So I will let you use me today. You have the power to make me do what you want and I know that. Just please do not leave any marks or bites or anything that I will have to explain to my husband. And please tell me you have condoms with you because I am not on birth control.” She stated, and there was genuine concern in her voice.

“I promise you I will not get you pregnant.” I stated simply. “But I will leave a fucking mark on that face of yours if you don’t finally get that fucking blouse off, bitch. Or do I need to come over there and tear it off your body?” I growled, and she flinched at the harshness in my voice.

She stayed at the door facing me in the middle of the room, about three meters separating us but she reached for the first button of her blouse and popped it open. I watched as she undid her blouse button by button from top to bottom before tugging it out of her skirt. She let it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. I admired her large firm breasts, encased in a white laced push up bra. Her tummy was flat, obviously firmed up with good exercise. Her waist was narrow, but she was not too thin. She was not the prettiest of women, though pretty enough, but she had an amazing body and beautiful long blond hair that was tied in a ponytail at the nape of her neck.

“What now?” She whispered, but held my gaze as I took in her body with my eyes.

“The skirt.” I stated flatly. “Lose it, but leave the shoes on. Then let your hair down.”

The skirt had a short zip on the right hip, which she undid and then started to slip the skirt down over her hips. It was tight and she had to wiggle her hips to ease the material over them. As the material cleared her crotch, I could see she was wearing a matching white laced pair of panties, and a white suspender belt. She uncovered the milky white flesh of her thighs to reveal lacy stocking tops, and finally let the skirt fall around her ankles before stepping out of it.

“Your hair.” I reminded her, and she reached back to pull the white hair band free from her straight blond hair, which now fell across her elegant shoulders and just reached her dark brown nipples. “Turn round.” I demanded and she obeyed, turning to face the door and allowing me a perfect view of her firm round ass. Her panties turned out to be a thong, as I should have suspected. In all the years I had worked together with Petra, I had never seen a panty line spoiling any of her extremely professional but pretty clothes. My cock was throbbing and bursting to get free of my trousers.

“Ok.” I commanded. “Turn back round to face me and get down on your knees, fuck-toy. You are going to crawl over here to your new master and suck his cock. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Kurt. I understand.” She whispered as she turned to face me, but she did not get to her knees.

“Master.” I demanded. “From now on you call me master. Do you understand that fuck-bitch?” I asked and she surprised me as she stared defiantly at me.

“Kurt.” She said in a much firmer voice. “I know I have no choice but to let you rape me today. I know I have to suck your cock and I will even get onto my knees to do that. I also know that you are going to fuck me. I know you are forcing me to do these things and I am desperate enough not to fight you. However, I will not be humiliated nor will I be forced into calling you sir or master or any other fucking domination name you might think of. So do you understand me fuck-monster, rapist, blackmailer? You are not dominating me; you are raping and blackmailing me. Just do your fucking filthy deed and get the fuck out of my office.” As she spoke, she crossed the space between us and after staring me right in the eye for a brief moment, sank to her knees. I was as hard as a rock and wildly turned on as this strong and powerful woman started to unzip my trousers.

“Ok, Petra.” I stated. “Then suck my fucking cock, bitch.” As I spoke I helped her pull down my trousers and underpants, and my cock sprang up into her face as my clothes fell around my ankles. She grabbed my shaft with her right hand and guided it towards her mouth.

“Kurt.” She stated. “Shut the fuck up.”

“No, bitch!” I replied. “You shut the fuck up.” As I spoke, I rammed my cock into her waiting mouth, pushing as hard and as deep as I could with the very first thrust. She tried to prevent me entering her throat by hanging on tightly to my shaft with her right hand, but as I grasped her hair and pulled the pain caused her to let go of my cock and grasp at my hands. That was her mistake and my cock was free to thrust into her face at will. I did not stop until I felt my glans pop into the back of her throat, and I held her by the hair preventing her from freeing her keck of the intrusion. She gave up on trying to free my hands from her hair and instead started slapping and pushing at my thighs. I clamped her head and pushed even deeper, feeling my balls finally touch her chin.

“So who’s my fucking fuck-suck-bitch now, Petra?” I growled and tried to push even more of my cock into her throat. I was already at full penetration, but the force on her head made her gulp even harder so I could enjoy her contracting throat massaging my swollen cock. “I am not only going to fuck you, Petra.” I added. “This will not be a simple rape, bitch. I am going to fuck every fuck-hole in you tight fuck-bitch body. I am going to fuck your face and your throat. I am going to impale your fuck-cunt with my cock and my fingers, and then I am going to ass-rape you and tear your shithole open. Then we will see who the fuck-toy is and who the master is, bitch.” As I hissed the last sentence, I pulled my cock slightly back before ramming it back into her neck.

She had been perhaps forty seconds to a minute without air now, and she was starting to panic. They all do. Some sooner than others; but at that point where their lings start to burn and their chests start to heave, they become afraid. They fear death. Petra was in panic now. She was slapping at my thighs and screaming onto my cock. No one outside her office would hear her screams. They were too muffled around my swollen cock buried deep in her throat, and even if she had managed to be loud enough, I had come past office hours. They had all gone home.

“You want to breathe bitch?” I hissed. “Can you feel your blood pounding in your ears yet? Can you feel my blood pounding in your fuck-throat? It’s scary isn’t it? That feeling of death bursting your lungs. How about I trade you some air for some obedience, fuck-whore? How about you learn your fucking place and call me master? Tap my ankle when you are ready to obey your new master, fuck-bitch, or choke to death on my fat cock. Either way I will fuck your throat and send my cream deep into your neck, dead or alive.” As I added the last sentence, she was already tapping frantically at my left ankle with her right hand. I let my cock slip from her face, and she fell to her hands and knees at my feet, coughing and spluttering her own bile onto the carpet.

“I hate you.” She finally managed to croak as she wiped the back of her hand over her mouth. She turned her head up to face me, and there was defiance still in her blue eyes. Her eyeshadow was smeared down her cheeks and her lipstick over her chin. I grabbed her by the hair and forced her head back violently, as I spat into her face.

“I hate you, master.” I growled. “Fucking say it fuck-bitch. I am your master and you will call me so or I will not let you gat to that air as quickly next time. Now fucking say it. Who do you hate?”

“I hate you, master.” She finally managed to say, and as she said it I dragged her to her feet.

“Get up.” I commanded, and as I pulled on her hair, she obeyed. “Over to the desk.” I added and dragged her across the room by her long blond hair. “Get on the desk. Get on any lay on your back.” I demanded, and she followed my commands, her master’s commands, as I eased her head over the edge of the dark wooden desk. She knew what was coming and started to beg.

“Please, Kurt. Please don’t.” She started, but my cock was already in her mouth, cutting off whatever else she was going to say.

“Please master.” I hissed and rammed my shaft into her throat with full force. “I will teach you to call me master even if it kills you.” I laughed and started fucking her throat like a pussy. I pulled out until only my glans remained behind her lips then pushed back in until my balls slapped into her nose. As I face-fucked my helpless boss, I took hold of her round firm breasts in both my hands and started to squeeze and massage them.

“Jesus, Petra fuck-toy.” I chuckled. “You have some pretty ripe melons for an older woman. Tell me, how old are you actually?” I asked, and pulled my cock out of her face so she could answer. She gasped for air, knowing her assault would soon continue.

“I am forty-five.” She answered.

“Master!” I growled, and she quickly complied.

“I am forty-five, master.”

“Well, forty-five year old fuck toy.” I stated. “How about you eat my half-century old balls?” As I spoke, I flopped my balls onto her lips. “Lick and suck my balls, suck-bitch.” I demanded, and she immediately obeyed, flicking her tongue over my sack. She was good at this. She licked and slurped on my nuts with skill, not hurting me but taking me to the edge where it was about to hurt before easing up and moving to the other testicle. She licked, sucked and even managed to pop both my balls into her mouth at once.

“Jesus, bitch. You certainly know how to lick a man’s balls. Your husband is a lucky man having a suck-bitch like you to service his junk.” I complimented her, and I meant it. “Now how about you show me if you are just as skilled at eating ass, lick-bitch. I want you to rim my shithole.” As I said this, I turned round and planted my ass-cheeks on her face. Without hesitation, she used both hands to spread my cheeks, and I felt the tip of her tongue probe at my anus.

“Wow, you have a fucking skilled mouth and tongue on you boss.” I laughed. “Oh, sorry! Ex-boss,” I added. “I envy your husband even more now. Having a fuck-toy that knows how to suck cock and eat balls is great, but one than can eat ass is far and few between. And I have to tell you, Petra, you are good at eating my ass. Now try to get your tongue even deeper in my shitter.”

She did. She pushed and licked at my anus with immense skill and dexterity. Her tongue was clearly long and strong, and she parted my sphincter with the tip and managed to get a centimetre or two inside. I let her do her work for several minutes, grinding my ass onto her face at times and wanking my own cock with my right hand, before deciding to feed her my first load for the night, telling her I was going to do so, as I slipped off her face to turn round.

“Ok shit-eater, open wide again for your master.” I stated. “I want to fuck your throat again. Only this time baby I am not going to stop until I empty my balls directly into your throat.” As I spoke, she obediently opened her mouth and as I grabbed her beautiful tits again, I slid the full length of my cock back into her mouth and pushed until my balls rested on her nose. I held it for two or three seconds then pulled back out. I wanted to tell her what was now going to happen.

“Right, Petra. I am now going to face fuck you until I come. I am not going to give you any time to rest or breathe. You will need to grab what air you can when you can because I will only stop face fucking you once I have filled your throat with my cum. So take a deep breath, grab my ass with your hands and open that fuck-hole throat for your master.”

As I felt Petra grab my butt, I started to thrust in and out of her face. Slowly but deeply at first, building up to a steady rhythm, enjoying the friction of her throat on my glans, and the slippery sensation of her tongue on my frenulum as I pulled out of her throat into her warm, wet mouth, before pushing my full length back down her throat. I knew I would not need long for this, and picked up the pace.

“Oh that feels good.” I breathed as Petra struggled to keep breathing with my new speed. “Almost there fuck-toy. Master is about to spill his seed into his suck-toy’s throat. Make sure you don’t spill any, bitch. I want every drop of my spunk in your stomach. You will eat and swallow my load, do you fucking understand, bitch?” I demanded, but of course, Petra could not answer with seventeen centimetres of swollen cock meat rammed into her throat. All she could do was groan her understanding as I once again increased the speed of my thrusts. My spine was starting to tingle and my balls were bursting, just a few more thrusts and I would be feeding my new fuck-toy and old boss with my sperm, and then I came.

“Oh my fucking God.” I exclaimed as I buried my shaft up to the hilt in Petra’s neck, sending the first wave of spunk into her throat. “Eat my seed, bitch. Eat my fucking come you filthy fucking suck-whore!” I exclaimed as the second wave left my cock directly into the depths of Petra’s throat. I did not pull out at all, as I came. I kept her face fully impaled on my pulsating cock as I emptied the contents of my testicles into her throat, the gulping sensation as she tried to swallow seed exciting me even further.

“You filthy fucking cum-eating whore.” I hissed as the final drops of sperm left my still enraged cock. “That’s it. Eat your fucking master’s seed, bitch.” I growled, and then I was spent. I pulled my still hard shaft from Petra’s upturned face and she immediately gasped and spluttered for air. I do not know how long it had taken me to fully climax, but it was a while and Petra had not been breathing the whole time. It took her a minute or two to finally get her breath, and as she slid from the table, wiping her lips with the back of her hand I saw the look of surprise on her face as she saw my cock was still throbbing and hard.

“It takes more than just one throat-fuck to satisfy me fuck-bitch.” I laughed, following her eyes. “I tend to be a three-hole guy, if you get my meaning.” I added, laughing at my own joke.

Petra stood staring at me, and the look on her face was clear. She knew this was still not over, but what she did not know was that even after today it still would not be over. Petra was an amazing ass-licker and cocksucker. Her throat was beautiful to fuck and if her other two holes were up to the same standard, I would want to use this fuck-toy many more times. It was time to let her know of her new fate and role in life.

“Hey, fuck-boss.” I said. You know I also installed the complete security system here in the office, right?” As I spoke, I removed the rest of my clothes, finally stepping out of my trousers and pulling off my shirt.

“What are you getting at, Kurt?” She asked as a look of anger and terror crossed her face.

“I think you mean master, right fuck-toy.” I hissed and looked up at the smoke detector above our heads.

“Please tell me you didn’t.” She demanded.

“Master!” I barked, and she started to cry. “Fucking say it. Fucking say master to me, bitch. Now take off those panties, bend over the desk and spread your ass-cheeks because your new master needs another hole to fuck.” The tone in my voice answered her question and she knew I had installed hidden security cameras in the entire building and that I had just recorded her sucking my cock, licking my ass and being throat-fucked by me, but I spelt it out for her anyway.

“Oh my God.” She whispered, and her whole body shook with a massive sob. “How could you?”

“Look, Petra fuck-toy. Your old man and the board of directors never needs to see any of the recordings, ok.” I whispered in a caring understanding voice. “As long as our new business arrangement is harmonious and serves both sides, the recordings I have from today and all the ones over the past years can remain locked away forever. I will service your top three key accounts and you will service my cock. Oh, and there are a couple of really nice pussies I want introduce you to. I want you to give them the same sweet oral service you have given my asshole today. They will love it. Now spread your ass, I want to fuck it.”

“Yes master.” She said, and despite a tear running down her smeared face, she turned her back to me and pulled down her white thong before bending over the edge of the desk.

“Spread it.” I commanded, and she obeyed, reaching back and spreading her own ass-cheeks to reveal a beautiful fat-lipped pussy and a tight puckered butthole. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, bitch?” I asked, and stepped up behind her.

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