Message-ID: <15437eli$9809182257@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: stephanietv@my-dejanews.com Subject: story: Stephanie's Office Conference (tg/tv/nc/violence/language) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6tr7o9$1vh$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> This account contains (tv/tg/nc/anal/language). You may use this story but it has to include this line: Copyright 1998 stephanietv@mailexcite.com http://www.geocities.com/westhollywood/village/2967 Stephanie's Office Conference ____________________________________________ "Hold it steady, bitch," he said this as he grabbed my blonde hair by the short ponytail at the back and held it tightly, locking in position my lips over his stiff wet shaft. My glistening bright-red lips trembled around his thick cock as he slid it slowly across my tongue, gagging me at his leisure why my body twitched. We were in my office room and I had instructed Beth at the front desk to hold all the calls when I came in that morning, not knowing what awaited me in my room. This brute abusive man barked nasty words at me without realising that I get the most intense arousal from that sort of treatment. His muscular shiny body clamped my thin suited waist against the oak office table with my chest forced onto the top of the desk. I was wearing patent stilettos, a two piece tight-fitting business suit with a red business jacket, a white blouse within, half-ripped open down the front with traces of my black lacy bra showing, and a black short-skirt hitched up over my ass. I could feel the black garter belt rubbing against my burning thighs as he twisted handfuls of my ass in his strong hands. I whimpered, as he jammed his cock deeper into my mouth by drawing my face up against his stinking sweaty crotch. "Whine you pig slut, I like to hear you filthy bitches whine for cum all over your superior attitude." I groped for the edge of the desk with my leather-gloved hands, having only walked in from outside a moment ago. He hurt me more than I had ever fantasized, even though the abusive language was charging electricity through my beaten body. His left hand tightened more, yanking my hair in a fistful, pumping my face full of his cockmeat. His right hand tore my panties off and started grabbing my perfectly shaved balls: "Mmmggghhhh!!!!" "That's it, that's what I want to hear." He approved. He stroked my smooth cock before slapping my ass unexpectedly. I reacted by reflex, bucking my head off his cock. His other hand immediately seized my head, pushing me back down him. I felt one of his fingers pushed into my hot, tight hole. I was dry and it hurt like hell. Suddenly two fingers, then three. I choked on his cock, muffled a scream and a plea at once. I felt like I was going to shit when he pulled out his fingers with a pop. He yanked my head off his cock and shoved my face in his finger. The smell was repulsive, I grimaced and tried to pull away. He kept me in my place. "Your shit don't stink huh? You haughty cunt! Lick! Coat it with your spit if you don't want to squeal." I had no choice but to run my tongue over his finger. I was on my knees while he stood over me, barking orders. "More! More!" I started swallowing to create saliva in my mouth. His hand was dripping with spit when he pulled it away. "Back to where we were," he pulled me up by my hair, and dumped me over the desk again, gliding his cock back in between my lips as if it was a birth right. Before I could gasp, I felt his three fingers inside me again. My body was almost bent in a broken V, blowing his thick cock and bearing his penetrating fingers. I was not prepared when he jammed four, then suddenly five fingers deep into my asscunt. Then without waiting for me to stop choking on his shaft while clawing helplessly with my hands, he forced his hand in. Immediately my body straightened out to accommodate the oppressive pain and his dick whipped free of my mouth. "No….no…oh godohgod…..please take it out!" I whimpered. I was stretched beyond limit, I felt my ears deafened and air deadened. I could hear his heavy breathing as I shook my head desperately- but not too much - because the slightest twist of the body will cause me even more excruciating pain. "Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!" I curled his hand into a fist as I kicked helplessly backward across the top of the desk, scuffing the polish with my heels. "Take it out, please, take it out, I'll do anything..uhhhhh!!!" I was sobbing and squealing like a sow as he pumped his fist slowly inside my ass. "Shut the fuck up, you piece of trash. I want you to shut the fuck up." He jammed his cock back into my begging lips. I could feel my ass contracting and trembling violently as it was slowly destroyed and disfigured by this great man's fist. I couldn't even breathe- I held my breath to lessen the movement of my body against him. "You know something? I Really Like," he accented every other word with a pump of his fist, destroying my delicate little butt to shreds, "the way you Do your hair in a little Uppity Bitch ponyTail with that little Black velvet ribbon holding it AlToGeTher. I Like that. I like my Bitches Pussy ass decorated like an attitude white whore from rich townhouses." I was screaming out of my mind, choking on his dick, and clawing at the smooth tabletop. I was breathing irregularly, tears rolling down my cheek, my softened pussy pole convulsing. I could feel his hand enlarge as he balled it into a tight fist, stretching the walls of my rectum. I felt shit in my rectum build pressure against his hand. I was certain that the moment he pulled his hand out, all the shit would flush out and smear against my skirt. His balled fist felt hard inside me. Without warning, he yanked it out with a pop! "Oh god!!!!!" I screamed as wet stool poured out of my ass all over the inside of my skirt, my thighs, down my panty hose and legs. My ass was thrashing about violently, my legs still kicking the top of the table. "oh god oh god oh god oh god oh -" I was hyperventilating when he took the hand that was inside me a moment ago, now bloody mixed with brown dripping and grabbed the back of my blonde hair to pull my face to his cock. He pumped his cock, while wiping his filthy hand along my hair- wiping all the blood and shit on my hair as a thick jet of his semen smacked against my forehead, then another in my right eye. He pushed his exploding cock in my face while cum jetted out across all over my face running down my cheeks "Ahh! You fucking bitch! Look what you made me do!!!!!! Ahhhh!!!" he moaned, his cum streaming at my chin down all over my suit and blouse, down my cleavage, down my chest, stomach, dripping shooting onto my suit jacket, my blouse, skirt, arms. He kept on pumping until my entire suit was almost covered in his hot stinking semen. My face dripping still with his sperm as he stuck his filthy hand in front of my face, "lick lick it off, you disgusting whore." I stuck my tongue out as far as it could go and licked his hand clean, the taste almost making me retch. When his hand was dried and completely service by my mouth, he balled it into a fist and popped me one in the face, sending me reeling backwards and collapsing on the carpeted floor sobbing violently almost losing consciousness. My head was whirling, the room spinning as he put his pants on and zipped up, I panted uncontrollably. At the door, he turned around and said, "please get this quarter's report upstairs by noon, Stephanie." 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