"Secretary enslaved" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perkins Henry)

CHAPTER ONE

"I don't see that you have much choice, Miss Jones," Alex Hazen said, leaning back into the heavily-padded, monstrous swivel chair behind his desk.

The chair was made of rich black leather and it's back reached high up over her boss' head, reminding Sharon of a seat for some stem judge who might slap her into chains. The frightened young woman squirmed uncomfortably in a small chair at the front of the massive oak desk.

"Mr. Hazen," she said emphatically, straining to show her honesty with her voice, "I promise you, I didn't have anything to do with the money that's missing, no matter what you or anybody else might think!"

"Look," Mr. Hazen said, leaning forward and dropping his hands to the desk. "There's no sense in arguing about it, because my office manager confirms that it's true. Miss Lentz says she gave you the locked box with two-hundred dollars in it to put away and when she checked it later, the money was gone. She went through your desk while you were at break, and she found the missing key to the box in your top drawer."

"I didn't take that money," Sharon said tensely. "I'm a secretary, not a thief!"

Mr. Hazen's smile was caustic. "Then what about the two-hundred dollars we found stuck in the side pocket of your purse?"

"Somebody must have put it there while I was away from my desk!" Sharon cried, her mind in a complete swirl. Somehow, the whole afternoon had gone completely crazy, and everything was running out of control. The young woman, only a few years out of college, was growing more and more frightened and confused, and she didn't know what to do.

"That may be," Alex Hazen said as a crooked, sneering smile began to spread on his face. "But who's going to believe you? Do you think the police are going to take your word against ours when a businessman and his office manager tell them an employee has stolen our money?"

"They can't prove it because I didn't do it!" Sharon gasped.

"Ah, but they can!" Alex laughed triumphantly. "They'll have two respectable witnesses in me and Miss Lentz. I know you don't have any money, so you'll spend time in jail because you can't make bail, and the newspapers will tell everybody that you're nothing but a common thief. And even if you do manage to get out of jail after awhile, you'll have lost your job in the meantime. And there's nobody else who'll give another job to someone whose picture has been in the paper for stealing money from their employer."

It all made such brutal sense. Even Sharon could understand that the police would be more likely to believe Mr. Hazen than her.

"What do you want, Mr. Hazen?" she asked, feeling defeated. "What is it that you want me to do?"

"Just what I told you before," he said with a sadistic grin. "Instead of arguing with me and making me mad, you ought to be doing something nice to take my mind off calling the police."

"But I can't do what you asked," Sharon said desperately.

"Sure you can," her boss insisted. "It's not going to hurt you to show me those tits you're hiding under that blouse."

Sharon's face burned. She knew that she was turning red. She could feel the embarrassment burn in the skin of her face and tits. But she knew that she was going to have to do exactly what he said to keep him from calling the police.

"I'm tired of waiting, bitch," Alex Hazen said, and reached for the phone on his desk. "I'm starting to dial the police right now and the only way you're going to stop me is to have those tits naked before the cops answer the phone!"

Sharon whined, but she stood quickly as his finger punched out the first number. By the time the third number was pressed, she had the buttons of her blouse open and she shrugged out of the garment, all the time watching the phone. Her boss was punching in the seventh digit when she reached behind her and unsnapped the hook of the bra. The cups of padded material fell away from her tits, painting stubby nipples toward the man behind the desk.

His eyes feasted on the bare female tit flesh, then suddenly he shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry," he mumbled into the phone. "I don't need the police right at this minute, so I must have dialed the wrong number."

With a sigh of relief, Sharon watched him put the receiver back into its cradle and turn his eyes back to her naked chest. Once again, blood rushed hotly through her checks and tits. She could almost feel Mr. Hazen pawing her, and it made her scarlet skin itch and crawl.

"Holy shit!" Alex hissed. "You do have a real wild set of tits! Olga told me that you'd have some hot tits if we could ever manage to get you down to the buff!"

Olga? Sharon wondered, then she connected the name to the office manager, Miss Lentz. But why in the world would Miss Lentz have been talking to their boss about his secretary's tits?

"Can I put my bra and blouse back on now?" Sharon asked him, wanting to hide her tits, along with her shame.

His sadistic laughter seemed to fill the room. "You haven't even started being naked yet, you silly cunt!" he yelled at her. "You think one peek at your tits is worth me keeping you out of jail? If you want to hang onto your freedom, reputation, and that damn paycheck of yours, you're going to have to do a whole hell of a lot more than flash your tits around before you've paid your dues!"

Sharon almost panicked when he rose and started around the desk, and she backed into the corner of the office, holding the palm of her hands up to cover her tits. Her stomach tensed and her heart leaped into her throat, but Alex seemed to ignore her as he walked across the room. When he reached the other side, he took a key out and locked the door, then turned back to her as he dropped the key into his pocket.

"Now I want to see your naked ass, bitch!" he snarled at her. "When you're finished, I don't want you to have on a stitch of clothes!"

"No!" Sharon squealed, clutching her tits so tightly that her fingertips made marks in the flesh.

Alex snatched her bra and blouse from the chair where she had dropped them, and carried them over to an open closet. He tossed the garments inside, then slammed the door and turned toward the frightened young woman.

"I told you that you didn't have a fucking choice," he said as he walked back behind his desk and sat down. "If you don't do everything I and Miss Lentz say, we're going to call the newspapers and the police. And right now, I'll kick you out of here with your tits hanging out for all the rest of the secretaries to see, then I'll tell everybody that you were stripping and begging to suck my cock to keep me from calling the cops!"

"Please!" Sharon groaned, but the fiery lust in her boss' eyes told the young secretary that her pleas didn't stand a chance. There was nothing she could do, so she stepped forward in the room and began stripping out of her clothes, until she finally stood naked before Alex Hazen.

He whistled softly. The sexy young bitch's body was even better than he had expected. He felt his long cock grow hard in his trousers as he glared closely at her trembling flesh.

She was neither short nor tall, perhaps five-five, with a sleek body that seemed molded to her bones. Her weight wasn't much more than a hundred pounds, and all of it was packed in long muscles that looked like they were built for speed. Her hair – long, brown tresses – flowed smoothly across her shoulders and draped almost halfway down her back. Her eyes were green and her features were small, giving her an appearance of being younger than she was. A long neck and small shoulders came next, then her creamy flesh flowed down her chest to arch outward into a pair of magnificent tits. Her tits were full and firm, and the tips looked like they were almost reaching upward and outward, as if seeking a mouth to suck them in. The halos of skin around the stubby nipples were only a slightly darker pink than the surrounding skin. Never had Alex seen a better pair of shapely tits, and the lusty sight was beginning to make his mouth water.

Her legs were lean and hard. And the backs of the thighs crawled up onto a pert, tight little ass which trembled tensely because she was afraid. Far down her belly, a soft patch of chestnut cunt hair grew like a pelt around the lips of her delicate little cunt. Her cunt slit peeked out of its beard as Alex stared at Sharon's crotch, and he smiled at the evil thoughts that he had. Sharon was the best looking secretary he had ever seen in all of his forty years, and she – to Alex Hazen's delight – was in his and Olga's clutches.

"Please, Mr. Hazen!" the frightened secretary moaned. "Let me get dressed! I'm so terribly ashamed!"

"Shut up!" he growled, and pushed his chair back from the desk. "Come aver here in front of me so I can get a better look!"

A glance at the door reminded her that it was still locked.

Trembling, Sharon stumbled on faltering feet to the side of the desk, where she used a hand on top of the wooden surface to give her whirling head some balance.

"Over here, damn it!" Alex Hazen snarled, pointing at the edge of the desk in front of him. When she moved around, he ordered her to face the other way, her naked ass toward his face, then to lean forward onto the top of the desk.

Sharon grimaced, but did as she was told. She really saw little choice. She leaned forward, onto her chest and stomach on top of the wooden desk. The position perched her ass over the edge of the desk, right in front of Alex's face.

"Good!" she groaned in desperate humiliation when she knew that he was staring right at her naked ass and cunt. She could almost feel his eyes painting her skin red with embarrassment as his stares pawed over her flesh.

Alex peered at the young woman's naked ass. It was there, just three feet from his face. He used his shoes to kick apart her bare feet until her ass-crease and pussy partially spread.

From the back, her cunt looked good enough to eat. The closeness of her inner thighs caused the mounds of the pussy to appear enlarged, and splitting the center of the hump was the juicy slit of her cunt. Her ass crack was tantalizingly parted, just enough to get a glimpse inside, where the tiny bud of her asshole winked out from the shadows.

"Reach back and spread your ass cheeks," Alex said, then slapped her hips with his open hand when she didn't do it fast enough.

The young secretary yelped in pain at the brutal, stinging blow and her hands moved to her ass. For a second, she rubbed the prickling skin of her ass, then she slowly parted the ass crack. She blubbered, almost choking on her sobs of embarrassment, but her fingers spread her ass wide. Her ass-flesh was pulled tight, her asshole puckering outward and her pussy lips gaping as a result.

"Aaargh!" Sharon groaned in shame.

The skin of her ass still burned from the slap of Alex's hand, and her fingers felt as if they were branding her flesh. She could feel the pressure beneath the fingertips as she pried open her ass-crease and pussy, and a wave of total degradation flooded through her body and mind.

Alex laughed, his voice filled with sadism and lust. The little bitch secretary of his had fallen completely for the phony theft lie and his office manager had staged. She had been so afraid of the publicity and of being locked up in jail that she had given in to his humiliating demands. Now he had the sexy cunt right where he wanted her, ready to make her his office sex slave.

Sharon winced when Alex's finger prodded into her pussy slit. She strained forward, pushing the front of her thighs painfully against the edge of the desk. Her weight shifted forward, pinching her tits against the wood until they ached. But no matter how much she squirmed, she couldn't get away from the thick finger swirling around in her pussy slit and lining up with the mouth of her cunt hole.

She squeaked as the finger shoved into her fuck hole.

"Nooo!" Sharon groaned in shame as the finger began pistoning like a small cock. Sharon's boss was crudely finger-fucking her cunthole while she was forced to lean over his desk.

"You better get that cunt hole greasy if you know what's good for you!" Alex snarled, leaning forward in the chair so he could jam his finger far up the trembling woman's pussy. When enough juices flowed to make the finger glide in and out, he shoved a second finger inside.

"Don't hurt me!" Sharon cried as she felt her pussy being stretched. The two fingers scissored in her cunt, twitting one way, then the other. The humiliated young secretary felt terribly used and abused, and tears began streaking her cheeks.

"There's enough cunt cream now," Alex said, and suddenly his two thick fingers were ripped from her pussy. Their retreat came so suddenly that it left her feeling kind of hollow before her cunt walls collapsed back in.

Sharon heard a soft thud behind her somewhere on the floor, and she rolled her head around to see. Alex Hazen was naked from the waist down, and a tremendous prick was jutting out from his crotch.

"Oh, God, no!" Sharon cried, and tried to push her naked body up from the desk.

But a large hand caught the back of her neck and slammed her face back down against the wood. The desk smacked her right cheekbone as hard as if she had been hit with a fist.

"Don't do that to me!" she shrieked, clenching her eyes and trying to force her head to clear.

"Shut up, you bitch!" Alex growled at her as he guided his cockhead into her pussyslit. "Don't give me any shit about being a virgin, because you're nothing but a slut!"

"I'm not!" the frightened, naked secretary gasped. "I've only fucked once, and that time hurt! Please don't fuck your prick into me!"

"Here comes, cunthole," he snarled sadistically. "Have some big, hard cock!"

Three inches of throbbing prick rammed into Sharon's tiny pussyhole before wedging tight in her virginal cuntgrip. His cock tugged sharply at the tender flesh of her cunt walls. "It hurts!" Sharon shrieked. "It's ripping my pussy to pieces! Take it out! Oh, please – take your cock out of my cunt!"

Alex laughed. His prick was throbbing and cum was boiling in his balls. He had a naked, sexy secretary sprawled over his desk and he was feeding her his long, rigid prick. And even if it split the little bitch's pussy wide open, he was going to fuck all of his cock into her guts.

Alex's bulging cockhead felt like a small fist in Sharon's cunthole. Her pussy ring squeezed down tightly on the thick shaft. Slowly, the prick began inching back out of her cunthole, then it fucked violently inside once again. Another inch of her pussy channel was broached as the cock-stroke spread pussyjuice in her fuckhole.

"Aaargh!" Sharon screamed as another couple of inches of prick fucked in. Her tight cunt walls were shoved brutally out of the way as the cockhead burrowed in. Another few tearing cock-strokes wedged even more of Alex's prick into her cunt. Finally, the cockhead knocked roughly against the end of her pussy, against the closed doorway of her womb.

"How do you like that, bitch! Just think of every pounding cock-stroke as one more day you won't have to spend in prison!"

He fucked his hard cock into her aching pussy. Sharon groaned each time the swollen cockhead battered the end of her cunthole. Her pussy felt stretched by the terribly thick cockshaft, but her cuntjuiccs had started to flow and were beginning to ease the way. She could hear the horny sloshing sounds of her pussy as her boss fucked her from the rear.

"That's a tight fucking pussy!" Alex Hazen hissed as he fucked his throbbing cock into his secretary's cunthole. Her pussy was squeezing his cock harder than a fist. He could feel gripping cunt walls along every inch of his buried prickmeat, and the wet heat, of her cuntjuices felt like it would scald his skin.

"It hurts!" Sharon moaned as her cunthole was fucked. She had never dreamed of a hard cock fucking into her pussy so hard.

"Hot damn!" Alex gasped. "My balls are about to explode! Get ready bitch! I'm about to fill your cunt with cum."

Sharon felt his prick swell even further inside her pussyhole. Then a wetness blasted into the end of her fuckhole. Sticky cum splattered all over the deep end of her pussy as her boss continued to fuck. His cockhead hammered and spat, then beat at her again. Again and again the raping prick shot its sticky juices into the tortured young woman, until her pussy leaked jism clown the insides of her legs.