Message-ID: <36362asstr$1020456604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "terri madison" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 03 May 2002 15:29:48.0024 (UTC) FILETIME=[5C0AE780:01C1F2B7] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 03 May 2002 15:29:47 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Karen's Descent Date: Fri, 3 May 2002 16:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw Karen nervously looked at her hands as she sat in her boss' office. "So...what can I do for you, Karen?" Tony, her manager, asked. "I..." Karen crossed her legs, which were the young brunette secretary's best feature. "I was wondering...hoping...that I might be able to get a raise, Mr. Maxwell. I mean...I've been working very hard..." She bit her lip softly. Tony frowned. "A raise? Karen, you know our policies. You get reviewed every January." "I know....but...well..." "Sorry, Karen. I can't give you a raise," Tony said apologetically. "Um...do you think it would be possible to get an advance on my pay then?" Karen tried not to appear too desperate. "You know the payroll has strict guidelines. I couldn't give you an advance even if I wanted to. Why do you need this money so badly?" Tony Maxwell asked in a concerned tone of voice...although he already knew quite well about Karen's financial troubles. Tony often monitored his employees' use of the telephone system, and debt collectors were calling Karen at least ten times a day. Not to mention the times he'd looked out his window and seen Karen being accosted in the parking lot by burly representatives of a more unscrupulous breed of bill collectors, as she stood by the car which was way beyond the means of someone with Karen's salary, pleading for just a few more weeks, a little more time, please. This morning had been another such occurrence, as a fearful Karen had been flanked by three big, ugly thugs. Tony hadn't heard too much of the conversation, but he had caught one part about "You've got until tonight..." Karen had spent most of the day on the phone, making the usual slew of personal phone calls to anyone and everyone who might have a little extra money to loan her. No luck...so Tony had not been very surprised when the petite, troubled young secretary had requested a meeting with him. "Talk to me, Karen. Are you in some kind of trouble?" "Well...I...sort of...I...have to pay back some m-money...." Karen fiddled nervously with the diamond pendant of her necklace, which she'd flaunted to everyone in the office the day after one of her compulsive shopping sprees. "Oh...is that all!" Tony responded with an amicable, "I'm not only your boss, I'm your friend!" tone. "How much do you need?" Karen, brightening at her boss' apparent helpful attitude, thought for a second. "Um...four...four hundred." "Four HUNDRED?!?!?" her boss exclaimed, feigning shock although he already had known the exact amount. Karen's look of anxiety returned. "Won't they let you make payments?" "Um...well...Mr. Maxwell...um...that...that IS a payment." He thought about this for a moment. "I see. And have you thought about writing these people a letter, explaining that you're not able to pay them?" "Um...well...no..." "Well, why don't we sit down and do that, Karen? I'll just open my word processor here and--" Karen interrupted. "Mr. Maxwell, um...thanks, and all...but...um...these people...well...they..." "They what?" Tony prodded impatiently. "They...aren't exactly the type of people that you send letters to..." Tony appeared to think about this. "I see. Well...when is the payment due by." "Seven o'clock tonight...oh, Mr. Maxwell, they said they'd...do bad things to me if I didn't have it..." Karen burst into tears. "I'm just so scared and don't know what to do..." Tony got up, came around the desk and pulled his secretary to her feet, embracing her. "Let me check the balance on my checking account...I think we may be able to work something out." Karen's teary eyes lit up. "Oh, THANK YOU, Mr. Maxwell! THANK YOU so much! I PROMISE I'll pay it back..." And she kissed him on the cheek. "Well...like I said, we'll have to work something out." Then Tony kissed her. Karen pulled away, slightly embarrassed at the kiss, and at the hard bulge forming in Tony's pants. For a moment, a look of worry crossed her face...then was replaced again by the expression of relief and gratitude. "Um...Mr. Maxwell...when will you...how will I...um..." "Stop back in my office at 5:30, and we'll work something out. Until then, I want you to go back to your desk. And do some work Karen," he grinned slightly, "not call Meredith, or Mom, or surf the web for discounts. Do some work," he reiterated. The worried expression came back again. How did he know...was he listening in....? Karen didn't even care, she decided. Mr. Maxwell was going to help her! "Thank you AGAIN, Mr. Maxwell!" Karen hugged her boss. Taking care to include only the upper portion of her body in the embrace this time. "Oh, and Karen?" "Yes, Mr. Maxwell?" she looked back as she opened the door. "Please instruct everybody that I'm not to be disturbed for the next half hour." "Yes, Mr. Maxwell," she said as she left the office, Tony's eyes following her ass all the way. Once she was gone, Tony dropped his pants and freed his raging hardon. Taking it in hand, he began stroking it steadily. After all, it wouldn't do to shoot off quickly into his young secretary's mouth when she came back in. That wouldn't do at all. ____________________________________________ At 5:30 sharp, Karen knocked on the door to her manager's office. "Come in," he said. She did. "Yes, what is it?" he asked, glancing up momentarily before returning his attention to some paperwork on his desk. "I was...um...you said to come back and see you at 5:30, Mr. Maxwell...." she began. "Oh." He didn't look up. "Refresh my memory." "Um...you were going to...um...you said you'd...well...help me out with some money, Mr. Maxwell." "Oh. Yes." He got up and came around the desk, leaning against it right in front of Karen. "Our Karen is in trouble. And we can't have that, can we?" Tony reached out and petted Karen's cheek with the back of his hand. "No, Mr. Maxwell." She looked and felt vaguely uncomfortable at the way her boss was touching her. "Oh...it's been such a long day, Karen." He was now stroking her hair with his fingers. "Why don't you go freshen up...put on some fresh lipstick and makeup, let your hair out of that bun, you know." "I'm...I'm fine." "No...you look so plain, Karen. You're not womanly enough. You're a beautiful woman when you make an effort. Now go on and freshen yourself up." "Really, Mr. Maxwell, I just need--" Karen was getting a little perturbed. "Go on, Karen. While you do that, I'll see if I can't get that money together." He pulled his hand away from her hair. "Unless of course, you no longer need it." The secretary's eyes widened. "Um...no, Mr. Maxwell. I mean...yes, Mr. Maxwell. I mean...um...yes, I still need it. Um...I'll...um...be right back." She scampered out of the office and retrieved her purse, then headed to the restroom to "freshen up". "He's sexually harassing me," Karen thought out loud as she applied her makeup in the mirror. Oh, shut up, she thought in response to herself on the heels of that. He's saving your ass...not to mention your tits. If he wants you to dab on a little makeup in exchange, let him indulge himself. Ten minutes later, she let herself into Mr. Maxwell's office again. He looked her over. With a rather disgusted tone, he chided her. "Karen, don't you believe in jewelry?" "Well...my...necklace is..." "Yes, we've all seen your necklace, and know how much you're paying for it. What about some nice earrings, perhaps a bracelet?" "Mr. Maxwell...um...I...well...at work, I, um...usually..." "Well? Do you own any or not?" he insisted impatiently. "Well...yes...I just..." she stammered. "Well...go put them on! Or don't you want to look pretty for me?" "Mr. Maxwell, um...well...you're not supposed to...um..." He stared directly at her. "I'm not supposed to what?" "Um....nothing, I'll...um...be back in a minute, Mr. Maxwell." As she walked back to her desk to collect her jewelry, Karen considered grabbing her purse and leaving the building. Driving home, to find....? She shuddered as she recalled a phone call she'd gotten, about an hour after she'd talked to the loan shark collectors in the parking lot. "Karen, do you hear this? [whoosh] This is a blowtorch. Tonight, if you don't have that money, we're going to leave you a little reminder on those perky little tits of yours...[click]" So she put on her earrings and a bracelet and went back to her boss' office. "Come in, Karen" came Tony's voice. He looked her up and down approvingly. She was shocked that he didn't ask her to spin around as well. "Well...NOW you look like a woman, Karen." Enough of this nonsense. "Mr. Maxwell, you...you said you might be able to help me..." she prompted. "Yes. I might." Had he put a slight emphasis on that last word? "Yes. I have something here for you, Karen. Come around the desk." She did. "Thank y-" Karen stopped short as she realized that Tony Maxwell was wearing no pants, no underwear...was in fact naked from the waist down. With a raging hardon which was considerably bigger than that of any man that Karen had been with. Her first reaction was shock; her second was mild amusement. Obviously Mr. Maxwell had misunderstood her. She smiled slightly. "Mr. Maxwell...um...I...well, I'm going to pay you back for the money....not..." "Karen, Karen...there'll be no need to pay me back. It seems like you'll need all the money you have...so why don't you just kneel down here, and we'll help each other." "Mr. Maxwell, um....no need....I just want to borrow..." "I don't make loans," he spoke with finality. "I will, however, give you the opportunity to sell me your services...seeing as how I haven't had my cock sucked in a very long time. In any case, you'd better decide quickly." Tony indicated the clock on the wall, which said that it was 6:10. "Don't you have an appointment at 7:00?" Karen stood there as the reality of the situation sank in. Tony had her right where he wanted her. She could walk out...but where else would she be able to come up with $400 in less than an hour? The thugs would come...they'd... "Karen...I have lots of work to do." Karen looked up at him. "Mr. Maxwell, please....can't we..." "No, Karen. This whole thing was actually a bad idea." He began pulling his pants up. "As a manager, I really shouldn't be getting involved in my employees' personal problems. Would you shut my door on your way out?" Tony was now completely cold, businesslike. "No...I'll...I'll....do it...." She got on her knees as he was buttoning his pants. She grabbed his hands and tried to stop him. "Karen...you're right. This isn't such a good idea. It wouldn't be appropriate for us to be helping each other this way." "Please, Mr. Maxwell...please, it's OK...I'll do it..." "No, Karen. I think you need to leave before this situation gets even more embarrassing." Tears were forming in the young brunette's eyes. Tony congratulated himself--anyone in his position could have made Karen cry by demanding sexual favors from her. But it took a real artist to make the bitch cry and beg to be ALLOWED to give sexual favors. "Mr. Maxwell...PLEASE! Let me do it..." He grabbed her hands. "What do you want, Karen?" he asked forcefully. "I wanna....do this for you....please...." "What do you want to do. Tell me, Karen. Say the words." "I want you...in my m-mouth..." "Karen...I'm just concerned that you're doing something you really don't want to do...and I shouldn't--" "NO DAMMIT I WANT YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH!!!! Please, Mr. Maxwell I NEED THE MONEY SO BAD..." She sniffled. "PLEASE, Mr. Maxwell...I promise I'll suck it real good..." "OK, Karen. Put it in your mouth." Karen didn't need to be told twice. She pulled Tony's pants back down and slid her ruby red lips around his throbbing prick. He gently ran his fingers through her hair as she engulfed the tip. Karen didn't particularly enjoy giving blowjobs...but she could perform them adequately when necessary. She usually reserved them for boyfriends who had spent hundreds of dollars on gifts for her. But dammit, she REALLY needed this money...and if she walked out of here, there was nowhere that she'd be able to scrounge up the money on such short notice! So she kept her mouth shut...and filled. "Mmmmm you're very talented, Karen." "Thank you," she paused briefly enough to mumble. "Take it in deeper, Karen," he instructed. "MMMmmmm mmmmm" she replied as she took in another inch. He patted the side of her face. "You are a very pretty woman, Karen. Especially with my cock in your mouth!" She looked up at him. "Yeah...suck it. Earn that money. You know...ahhh....Karen, you're sucking my cock for money?" "Mmmmm hmmmm" she acknowledged. "That would make you a prostitute, Karen. A whore!" "Mmmmm hmmmm" she agreed again, her eyes reflecting her shame. "Say it, Karen." He pulled her head off of him. "A wh-whore, Mr. Maxwell." Tony grabbed her dark hair and pulled her back down on his cock. "Yeah...you're a whore, Karen. A cocksucking little whore. Say it." She popped him out of her mouth. "Whore...I...I'm a cocksucking whore..." Then she took him back in. "Good. I like hearing you talk like that, Karen. Is your cunt wet?" Her eyes widened in fear and she shook her head NO. Sucking her boss' dick for a few bucks was one thing; having all-out sex was different altogether. Karen liked to save that for people she was really seriously involved with. "Oh, no, Karen. I wouldn't dream of asking you to take your sexy little mouth off of my cock. Besides," he panted, "you love my cock in your mouth, don't you?" Through her stuffed mouth, another "mmmm hmmmm..." "Say it," he demanded. She pulled her head off Tony's cock, her saliva hanging in strands between her lips and his hard prick. "Mmmmmm I love your cock in my mouth, Mr. Maxwell..." With a SLLLLURP, she took him back in. "Play with your cunt, Karen." She tried to protest, but he gripped the back of her head, keeping his cock planted firmly in her throat. "Do it, Karen. I know you need to." Reaching under her skirt and pulling her panties aside, even Karen was shocked to find out how soaking wet she was, as the sounds of her slurping, cocksucking, hungry mouth were supplemented by the wet, squishing sounds of Karen easily sliding two fingers into her sopping pussy. "Yeah. Fuck yourself with those fingers, Karen. Hmmmm...listen to those fingers sloshing around in that wet hole. What a whore you are!" "Mmmmm hmmmm....mmmmm....mmmmmmm...." "Oh yeah. Make yourself moan....that feels great. You're great at sucking cock, Karen...." "Mmmmmm thank you," she lifted her head enough to say, immediately going back down on him. Now she was using her tongue to tease his engulfed, engorged purple cockhead. Her fingers moved faster in her wet hole. Karen couldn't help herself...her situation was turning her on immensely! "I'm...almost ready to cum....a little more, Karen...." Tony breathed. Karen pulled him out of her mouth. "Here...let me..." She wrapped her free hand, the one that wasn't frigging her wet cunt, around Mr. Maxwell's shaft and began pumping. Tony, however, wouldn't hear of it. "No, Karen. In your mouth." He tugged her head back toward his throbbing member. "Mr. Maxwell...please...I really don't like to sw-" "Karen, I'm paying a lot of money for you to suck my cock. None of the other whores I've ever had--" Tony emphasized the word "other" -- "have charged nearly this much for a blowjob. You can at least do it the way I want it done, don't you think?" She nodded silently and took him back in. Best to get it over with quickly. She bobbed her head up and down in his lap, also bringing her tongue into play by finding and teasing his vein. Her fingers meanwhile were working her pussy furiously, and the hot throbbing sensation was now beginning inside her. Tony could barely stand it. "Karen, you better swallow every drop, " he growled, "or you won't see a penny of that money..." That drove Karen over the edge. "Mmmmmm mmmmmmm MMMMMMMMM HMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!" she screamed into Tony's cock as her orgasm hit her. Tony inhaled sharply in response as his prick tensed up, then began pulsing. "Oh good...you're so good, Karen...gonna cum...here you go...swallow it all, cockwhore..." Then he was spurting stream after stream of cum off of the roof of the secretary's mouth. Karen frantically gulped and swallowed, trying to keep up as Tony emptied his balls into her cock-sucking mouth. Dutifully, the pretty brunette drained every last ounce of cum from her boss' shaft. After he was spent, Tony leaned back in his chair, then pulled Karen up and kissed her on the forehead. "I never realized I had such talent working for me," he grinned. Karen smiled wanly in return, not sure how to react to having been used as a whore. "Mr. Maxwell...um...thanks for...er...helping me...um...well, I kinda need..." She glanced at the clock. Tony stood up and buckled his pants. "Oh...the time! Goodness, I'm late for something too!" He grabbed his briefcase and hurried from the office. Karen followed him down the hallway. "Mr. Maxwell! You said you'd..." He stopped. "Oh, yes, of course! I do need to pay for the service I just received, don't I?" She cast her eyes slightly downward. "Well....um....yes...I..." He smiled. "You were great, Karen. You sure know how to use that pretty little mouth." Karen looked around nervously to see if anyone might have heard that. Everyone was gone for the evening, however. "I only hope those nasty bill collectors figure out that there are other things besides money that you can pay them off with..." He slapped her on the ass. "You'll find the money in the bottom right drawer of my desk, Karen." "Th-thank you, Mr. Maxwell." "I think you already thanked me in my office, Karen." She blushed as Tony Maxwell left the building. Then she went to the water cooler to rinse her mouth of his salty aftertaste. Ten minutes later, Karen entered Mr. Maxwell's office. The lower right drawer, he'd said. She sat down at his desk and pulled the drawer...only to find that it was locked. Locked! she panicked to herself silently. He locked it! Karen was running out of time. Looking in Mr. Maxwell's center drawer, she found his letter opener. "This should do," she said aloud to herself and to the unseen camera recording her every move. The desk locks were outrageously simple to pick with a paper clip or a letter opener. This was common knowledge within the company, as many of the keys for the older desks had been lost over the years. Sure enough, the young secretary exclaimed in triumph after a few seconds of fiddling with the lock, as the drawer sprang open. It was empty save for a stack of $50 bills. Karen quickly counted them. Only six bills...that was only $300! She was sure she had told Mr. Maxwell that she had needed $400. "There's gotta be more here" she reasoned. She double checked the drawer...then searched through all the other drawers, just in case he'd put it in one of them by mistake. No such luck. "Damn!" she cursed. He'd short changed her! Then she looked at the clock...6:45! Her payment was due in fifteen minutes! She stuffed the money in her purse and hurried from the office, trying to think of ways to come up with the final $100 and coming up with none. Even if she could only pay $300...that was still a good payment...wasn't it? They wouldn't punish her...would they? As she hurried to her car, she recalled Mr. Maxwell's words. "I only hope those nasty bill collectors figure out that there are other things besides money that you can pay them off with." Biting her lip, she realized that it might be her only hope. As Karen drove, she hurriedly applied a fresh coat of lipstick... ______________________________________________________ The next morning, Karen was singing along to the songs on the radio as she drove to work. Things had gone all right the night before, despite being $100 short. The two bill collectors hadn't shown up until 7:30. That had given Karen ample time to change into a pair of shorts that accentuated her shapely legs, as well as a miracle bra to maximize her tiny 34-B breasts. A low-cut blouse gave a rather nice view of what cleavage she had. And, more importantly, there'd been time to down two shots of vodka, to take the edge off some of the humiliation Karen had felt over what she was about to do. She'd handed the money over, eyeing the men nervously. "There's only $300 here. You're $100 short," came the expected objection. Karen had put on her best pout. "Well, I was kind of hoping to pay it off some other way..." "What 'other way'?" she'd been asked suspiciously. "We only take cash." "Well," Karen had then, in her most seductive voice, explained in great detail exactly how she'd obtained the $300...leaving out only the part about having to swallow. Then, without missing a beat, the mousy brunette had dropped to her knees and began fumbling with the zipper of the closest thug. The men had looked at each other and shrugged, and before long she'd had a hard cock in each hand, and she'd alternated her oral charms from one to the other. After she was done, they'd left without further comment, and Karen had been left kneeling on her living room floor, her face a gooey, jism-covered mess, but her payment made. After they'd left, Karen had reflected on what had just happened. She'd made a whore out of herself for the second time today. Sure, she felt cheap...but she'd managed to solve her money problem, at least for the time being, in less than twenty minutes! She'd vowed, however, NOT to repeat that performance, and to figure out a way to get on top of her situation and stay afloat. Karen had then spent half the night working on her budget. Now, she felt like she had a handle on things. Maybe Mr. Maxwell couldn't give her a raise or an advance, but perhaps he'd allow her to work some overtime! That would get her on the right track until January, when she'd be able to ask for a big raise. Not to mention the fact that there had only been $300 in her boss' drawer for the "services" Karen had provided. That probably meant that he still owed her $100! But there was the matter of the night before, and what had happened between her and Mr. Maxwell. Karen felt ashamed of what she'd done....how could she face him again? Let alone speak to him about what was basically prostitution money? She wouldn't...and that was that. She'd simply ask him to let her work some overtime. And she would not bring up what had happened the night before, unless he did first. No doubt he was just as embarrassed about it as her....Karen knew that Mr. Maxwell was divorced, so he probably hadn't been with a woman in a long time, and like most men had allowed his smaller head to do his thinking for him. So, Karen gathered up her courage and walked to her boss' office. "Come in, Karen." Tony Maxwell looked rather stern and solemn. "Take a seat." He appeared to be eyeing her ultra-conservative choice of attire--which today was slacks and a long-sleeved blouse. Then he dropped the bombshell. "Karen, I'm going to have to reduce your pay by four dollars an hour." He let that sink in. It didn't at first. Even after it did, Karen could only stammer, "F-f-four dollars? What...." "I'm sorry, Karen. Budget cuts. It was either that or eliminate your position entirely. And I don't think either of us want that..." "Four dollars an hour less?" Karen repeated. She did the math in her head. "Y-you can't do that. That's less than minimum wage!" Tony was apologetic. "I'm sorry, Karen. Four dollars an hour it is." "Like hell!" Karen roared angrily. "I quit!" She turned around to leave. She was stopped by Tony, who grabbed her by the shoulders and practically threw her back into her seat. "Sit down." Her eyes were blazing. "No. I'm through with this pitiful comp-" She was getting up to leave again when Tony backhanded her across the cheek. "Sit down," her boss repeated. Karen's face still reflected her extreme anger, but was there something else there as well now? Fear, perhaps? "Now," he continued, "you ARE going to continue working here." Karen shook with rage...but she stayed still. Fine...she'd listen to the bastard, only because he was stronger than her, and could hurt her if he wanted to. She'd listen...then she'd leave this office and hop in her car, punch a few numbers on her car phone, and she'd be connected with the police department before she got out of the parking lot, and then to a really good attorney right after that. Maxwell directed Karen's attention to a TV/VCR combo on his desk. "I heard a rumor around the office that you were having some money problems and that you had been stealing from the petty cash. I didn't believe it...after all, you're one of my best employees, Karen!" He hit "PLAY" and continued. "But I DID take the precaution of having a hidden camera installed in my office. I was *appalled* at what I saw..." The TV screen showed Mr. Maxwell's office, empty. Then Karen came into the picture, sat down at the desk, and tried one of the drawers. Upon finding it locked, she began picking the lock with a letter opener, and had little trouble getting the drawer open. ("Breaking and entering!" Mr. Maxwell offered helpfully as Karen watched, speechless.) The Karen on the screen then pulled a stack of bills out of the drawer and counted them...then began scouring the rest of the drawers for more bills. Maxwell turned off the TV and looked at Karen. "B-but....you said....you told me to take..." the secretary's voice trailed off. "All I know is what I see on that tape," Tony explained with a straight face. "Karen the Thief." Karen was still in shock. "Why....why are you doing this to me?" "Because I want you, Karen." Tony's voice dropped to a hushed whisper. "I want to own you...just like those bill collectors own you. And now I am going to own you." "You can't possibly think you can get away with this," Karen asked incredulously. Tony laughed. "Oh, I don't know...let's see. This tape...plus your well-documented financial problems...I think it would be a rather open and shut case." Karen knew that he was right. She had her problems and her compulsions...but she was no dummy. "What do you want from me?" she whispered. "I want you to take off that blouse and show off those perky little titties for me, Karen." He laughed. "Did you know that I gave you the desk directly under the a/c vent on purpose, just so I could enjoy watching your nipples get hard?" "Fuck you." He slapped her in the face again. "No, Karen...fuck you." As it dawned on her that Mr. Maxwell meant it literally, she began to cry. 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