Thank God It's Friday! (Jack Stalker and Doctor Love)

[Jack Stalker]

Thank God It's Friday! ​

Keira Knight had come six times that week, but none of her orgasms compared to the ones she had on a Friday. She had been working at the Software company for three years, sliding into a executive position which put her in a position to steal company secrets, sell them to the highest bidder and skim whatever she wanted from the finances. She had used the money to fund a frivolous lifestyle, high maintenance was a keyword used to describe her and she loved having the freedom to buy what she wanted. No man could keep up with her spending, her outfits, heels, accessories, phones, jewellery, make up, she pissed money away like it was water from a tap.

At work she ruled over her colleagues, toying with them, teasing them, manipulating them into doing what she wanted. If she needed a flock of men hanging on her every word all she had to do was let her skirt ride up and extra inch, slip on a pair of fuck me heels, slip into a skin tight rape me dress and show off every inch of leg that she could. Her round ass, luscious thighs and defined calves made up for her small breasts and lack of cleavage, but she knew she was hot, more than hot enough to flesh skin and get anything she wanted. Women fared less, they were berated, belittled and made to feel worthless, then built up to become loyal slaves to her whims. The week passed with more than enough opportunities to keep her happy as she ruled over her employees and mercilessly teased those around her when needed.

Then she had been found out. blackmailed. Every Friday she had to answer the call, go where she was told, and allow herself to be fucked, sometimes almost raw, by the mysterious blackmailer. At first it ad hurt, the pain and humiliation of hard fucking, then it had shifted, alternated, now she did not know what to expect, only that she craved the orgasms that came from giving up control and allowing herself to be fucked and used. In fact she looked forward to it, with Saturday being the worst day to finger herself, as she could not compete with the fresh memory of her abuse on the Friday.

This weeks call had been different. She'd always been blindfolded, didn't know who her assailant and blackmailer was, had to take a hard fucking while oblivious to who was fucking her like crazy, with their fingers, cock, and toys. She'd been abused in a hotel, a motel, the back of a cab, a dingy alley, the park, a car park, even an empty office at work and up on the roof. Now things had changed, she had been told that tonight she wasn't to wear a blindfold. She'd been told to wait for a call which would tell her where to go and what to do. So she waited.

She waited in her office, in a little black dress with sleeves just past her elbows and there were holes in the shoulder and hem area which made up flowery gaps in the material which showed off her skin beneath. The hem rode up to mid thigh and at the end of her bare legs she wore five inch open toe spikes to add to her height, pushing her up to almost five feet six. Her body was toned and tight from her usual work outs, in fact she had been working out more since this mess had erupted, in order to try and burn off the energy she built up during the week.

The truth was she wasn't being blackmailed anymore, not as far as she was concerned, she was being pleasured, fucked in ways no one have dared suggest before now... in fact even now, waiting for the call, she was creaming herself hard, finding it increasingly difficult to refrain from touching herself... yet she had to, had to keep herself primed for what was to come. Seeing her assailant for the first time was going to be a test, if she didn't like the look of them she didn't see anyway she could carry on, regardless of how hard they had made her come in the past. She was way too superficial and shallow for that!

 

[Doctor Love]

A gentleman, too rich for his own good, a loner.... Those were terms people used to describe Carl. The owner of not just one, but two different Fortune 500 companies, the executive businessman and CEO could buy anything he ever desired. Why then was he still a loner? Why did he not get himself some young hot trophy wife or some princess from a foreign country?

Carl didn't, because he craved something money couldn't buy. He didn't need some horny skank riding his cock for money, he needed, yearned for someone who didn't only make him feel good physically, but mentally as well. Imagine his surprise when that wish had come true, not just any woman, but one of his employees that had been skimming his money on more than one occasion. He'd been furious, filled with rage when he first found out. Immediatly demanding HR to hand him her file, his rage had turned into interest ever since seeing the profile picture that went along with the folder. His interest and rage combined, Carl had contacted her anonimously and set the arragement before he'd realised it.

He'd raped her that night, there was no other way of saying it. He'd rammed his cock up her pussy tge first chance he got, no extra lubrication than the humiliating wad of saliva he'd spat at her flower before he drove his cock in raw. It should have been enough that one night, the way he drove his cock in and out of all her holes without mercy. The way he'd molested her body and called her all sorts of names. The occasion slap and spank that threatened to leave a mark and the lousy motel bedsheets which his powerful body had torn in his redemption session before leaving her a cum covered mess...

It should have been enough, but it wasn't. After the second time, things weren't so much about getting his money's worth, more so about making her scream and orgasm that painfully hard as she did...

Now, today, Carl had send her yet another set of instructions. Their meeting was to take place right there, in the office. Keira not having any idea who was behind the blindfold, or more so opposite of it, made the next set all the more exciting.

Carl could not remember if he'd ever let Keira into his private top-floor office. He could not remember if he'd hired her to begin with, but today Carl instructed the young employee to grab the key from the receptionist desk and get into the CEO's executive office. Sit down waiting with her legs spread wide in preparation. Carl wondered what would go through her mind as he made his way up the building slowly, temptivly.

Would she think it was some low level employee wanting to get a little adventurous and risky? Maybe she'd think it was managing partner wanting to fuck on his rival boss his desk out of spite and disrespect? Or would she think it was him? The top dog? The one behind the very construction of the building here to destroy her inside of it's heart?

 

[Jack Stalker]

Keira was shocked to receive a message asking her to meet in the CEO's office. She had barely had any contact with him at all since taking up her position. She ran a tight ship and punished those who failed or made mistakes severely. She was efficient and had no fear of being disciplined herself, but now the call had come... but not from the CEO, it couldn't be. Who else would have access to his office at this time in the evening? A cleaner? Security? The Vice director, a foul woman trying to fuck her way up the ladder? It could be anyone, though she didn't for a minute think it would be the CEO, he was handsome enough that he could have any woman he wanted, hell, if he asked Keira would have fucked him raw, let him stuff his cock in any hole he wanted and scream an orgasm along with his name, he wouldn't have to blackmail her!

She got to the reception and collected the key as instructed. Was the receptionist n on things? Had they been paid off by whoever was behind this? Or was it really the CEO? Perhaps he had discovered who was blackmailing her and this was a new chapter of punishment and manipulation to be embarked upon. Her mind was filled with numerous possibilities as she rode the elevator to his executive office floor, one where only a handful of the chosen ever got to go, she had no idea what to expect of it or even what it would look like. All she really knew was that her heart was racing and her pussy was soaking through her panties in anticipation.

She entered the office, clicking heels transferring to soft carpet as she found her way across the room to the CEO's desk, moving past the chairs set opposite his seat she slipped into it, depositing her purse on the desk and allowing the leather chair to swallow her. She pushed it back from the desk and soaked her legs wide, her dress riding up to the top of her thighs so far it exposed her soaking panties, the squeeze of her ass against the leather causing a seepage of her pussy juice to stain the leather had streak the insides of her thighs as she squirmed in place, waiting to see who was going to appear.

"Where are you, you sick bastard? Is it time for the last pay off? Why did you want to meet in Mr Jackman's office anyway?" she called out to an empty room. Was he maybe in the executive bathroom? Of through another door she spotted? She swayed left to right in the seat,guided by a single heel pointed into the ground, while reaching out to play with some executive toy on the desk as she waited. The truth was she hadn't had a proper orgasm in a week, thank god it was Friday, she wasn't sure how much longer she could wait before she went crazy.

 

[Doctor Love]

"Mister Follis speaking." Carl said as he answered the phone with a smirk. "I'll check in with my office, I'm sure it's okay. No need to send security. I'm right around the corner anyway." Carl said as the office silent alarm tripping notified him that his plaything followed instructions.

Deciding to play things up even more, Carl rang the phone in his own office and was curious whether she'd pick it up. To his surprise she did.

"Miss Night. It's Mister Follis speaking. The security office has notified me of a presence in my office. Imagine my reaction when I found out it was you spinning circles in my chair... I'm right around the corner, I'll request you to stay where you are so we can talk about this situation in person. Please don't make me call security." Carl said and hung up the phone as quickly as he'd made the call to begin with.

The rest of his travels up the building were spend watching Keira on the camera application on his cellphone. He let her sit there for 5 minutes before getting in the elevator.

Reaching the top floor with a distinctive 'ding' of the bell, Carl made his way out smoothly and was heading straight for his office. Once he was in, Carl shut the door behind himself and only then turned his attention to Keira. He said not a word, only studying the woman's reaction for up to a minute before he opened his mouth. "Care to explain this situation Miss Knight?" Carl asked as he turned to a nearby cabinet and started to pour himself a glass of Scotch from a bottle inside said drawer. Making his way back to his very own desk and leaning up against it as he looked at the enployee he'd fucked the brains out of so many times before.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Of course Keira had picked up the phone, she was expecting it to be her blackmailer. Their voice had usually been disguised, so she wasn't sure, but after a few word from the CEO, she knew it was him. The head of the company. She couldn't quite figure out why he was blackmailing her for sex, she would have fucked him raw if he'd bought her a drink and made a pass at her at the office party. She supposed that he got off on the power trip... and truthfully, she got off on it as well.

She thought about joining him in the elevator, being inside when he got in, but decided to stay in the office. She got up from the chair though, almost immediately, smoothing down her dress, making herself look presentable, checking her appearance in the panoramic window before moving over to the drinks cabinet and pouring herself a red wine. She took a few gulps, then refilled it and resumed with some more normal sips. What was he doing? What was his end game? It was mildly confusing.

Keira stood leaning against the wall near the door and watched as he came in, simply staring at him with a raised eyebrow as she twirled her fingers around the stem of the glass she held, her other hand in her bag which was slung from her left shoulder. Her feelings were a mix of relief, confusion and anticipation as she looked at him.

She smirked as he spoke, walking over to him as he poured a drink and following him to the desk, almost laughing to herself. She waited to answer, making him wait a moment as he leaned against it, before she raised her left hand and with a loud 'clink' dropped his office key into his drink. She chuckled softly, before looking at his desk with a somewhat disdainful frown. she rested both hands on it, then looked sideways at him. "Explain the situation? You're a sick, twisted fuck... aren't you Mr Follis? You must get off on it, fucking with people, messing with their heads. Trying to mess with mine. The situation is this... you told me to come here, so I came. Either you're the fucker who's been blackmailing me... or your secretary, who gave me that key to get in here without batting an eyelid or even asking my name, is up to no good behind your back." she snorted, stretching out her arms.

With a sweeping motion she sent all the items which had been residing on his desk crashing to the floor, as she leaned over it, pushing her pussy against the edge of the desk as she sprawled face down over it. Her ass was raised and she wiggled her heels apart until her legs were a wide inverted V, her dress drawn up until the lower swell of her ass cheeks were visible. ""Did you bring me here to mess with my head... or to fuck me on your desk? You do want to fuck me, don't you Mr Follis? You do want to make me pay for my crimes? Is this the last payment I need to make? Or the first in a new series of punishments?" she looked back at him over her shoulder. "I'll do everything I need to, in order to make up for my actions." she reached back, drawing her nails up the back of her thighs, leaving red trails as she gripped her dress and drew it up further to expose her ass cheeks and her drenched panties which barely concealed her creaming pussy. "I've been so bad..." she whispered with a twisted grin.

 

[Doctor Love]

Carl smirked and put his glass doen after the keys were tossed in. A ballsy move, but then Keira likely wouldn't mind facing the consequences if he were to adminster any. The bitch had been moaning and quivering the hardest when he went all out.

He then watched carefully as she laid herself down. Getting herself ready for what was to come from their meeting. For the longest time Carl remained silent. Slowly taking in every detail, from the way her breasts pressed against his desk, to her legs as she almost forced them wider apart than ever before. Onlh when she grinned did he open his mouth in a calm tone.

"A twisted fuck huh? I can't agree more Miss Knight. Or is it Misses?" Carl asked as he laughed himself while sitting down in his office chair, his eyes meeting Keira's as he did so.

"If you need confirmation, yes, I am a sick fuck. Especially when it comes to power. See, I don't know whether you have a husband, a boyfriend or get gangbanged every night... and quite honestly, I do not care. I like to think you cannot be with anyone else and spend your week miserable and alone, but the thought of you laying next to whoever you claim to be dedicated to after getting the shit fucked out of you by a stranger... may be just as pleasing.

I brought you here not because you're done, but to tell you things are going to pick up from now. Your duty to me won't be exclusive to Friday's anymore. I hope you can familiarise yourself quickly, for you'll likely spend a lot of time in this office from now on." Carl said and suddenly brought his hand to Keira's face, pressing his palm to her cheek and keeping her against the desk as he slowly rose from his chair.

"My secretary was well aware there'd be some slut comming to ask for my office keys. Imagine her surprise when it turned out to be the succesful woman who keeps her department in check by being a sexy bitch. It would have come to no one's surprise were you the one in charge. Keeping me on the line...

Now there's a fun thought. You, a powerful woman who dominates her boss sexually. Ensuring YOU get what you want...

But you're not. You're a wench caught with her hand in the cookie jar, who uses her body to pay the price." Carl said and slid his hand over Keira's cheek to reach her hair and grasped it roughly like he'd done so many times before. "Now get onto your fucking knees and get my cock out." He snarled, pulling her hair and moving her off of his desk to start fullfilling her duty.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Keira watched as he moved to sit down in his chair as he spread herself across his desk, facing him. He must have been sick, deranged, almost evil... so messed up in the head that he didn't even realise the power he had, could exert, over his employee's. Still, if it gave her an avenues of escape, to avoid having to try and fight her way out of a prison sentence with lawyers who would drain her dry, then she was going to embrace the situation. Anyway, the fucking was just what she needed, what she craved. It fuelled her fantasies and, after so long, she wasn't sure she could go a Friday without it. She didn't understand his joke, but didn't care. She wasn't here to laugh, she was here to get fucked.

As he commented on whether she was married or not, she smirked, "Whatever gets you off Mr Follis. How about... I spend the week fucking my girlfriend! She gets off on the thought of a man fucking me, gets so wet she virtually pisses her orgasms into my mouth when I eat her out." she quipped, deadpan, wondering of this might get him harder. "Sometimes I let her eat your cum out of my pussy while it's still warm. She likes the taste, but I told her it belongs to me... so I have her spit it into my mouth without swallowing it." she snorted, laughing. Perhaps she had come here to laugh after all, the sound of her resonating giggle a surprise to her ears. It was all so insane, the rich handsome boss, resorting to blackmail, ultimately though she didn't care, as long as he continued to fuck her, she'd pay the price of her betrayal of the company and of him... willingly.

She listened to his speech, was shocked for a moment, but speechless. He was right, she ruled her department, but that fell away when she was with this bastard, this monster, this walking cock who liked to mess with and abuse his victims. There was no point trying to deny anything and less chance to get away from the situation, even if she wanted to. "I'm not a slu... oOOWW!" she yelped as he grabbed her by the hair and she pitched forwards off the desk, crumpling onto the carpet at his feet.

With his fingers still wrapped in her hair she looked up at him, noticing the obscene bulge in his pants. It had always felt like she was being raped by a baseball bat, now she knew the truth. It wasn't quite as big as that, but it was still bigger than anything she'd ever seen or had inside her. Clenching her teeth she looked into his eyes. "Fuck you for messing with me. Fuck you for undermining me with a lesser staff member. Fuck you for embarrassing me in front of some worthless whore..." she spat on his shoe, smirked up at him.

"I'm not doing anything. If you want to fuck me, then fuck me!" she snarled, creaming herself between her thighs as she did so. An eager glint in her eyes betrayed the tone of her words, as well as the way she squirmed as she scrambled up onto her knees. She wanted him to fuck her hard, make her scream, drill her open. "I'm only free on Fridays... so you better hurry up with things My Follis." she grinned a cocky grin then, licking her lips as she stared into his eyes. She didn't know why she was pushing him, but pushing she was.

 

[Doctor Love]

Whether he walked into a trap, or at least a clearly an intended reaction to her actions, or whether he punished her for her behaviour didn't matter to him. After all, he wasn't asking questions now was he?

This entire charade had lasted long enough. He didnt bother to lubricate her the first time he'd raped her, why bother talking to her when he intended to do so again? Eagerly reaching for her hair yet again, Carl's own fist slammed against the wooden desk as he roughly bumped her head into it as well. Pinning her down as his other hands started to undo his belt and move his pants and boxers down so his cock could spring free.

When it did, Carl's free hand delivered a harsh smack to the girl's face, immediatly seizing her jaw and pinching it hard to open her mouth up. She wanted to be fucked? Fine. Carl thrusted his hips forward and didn't bother stopping until his hips almost touched the desk, forcing as much of his cock down as he could.

If it wasn't yet clear, Carl's next few thrusts would show he was going to fuck her. Not so much her pussy like she'd wanted, but he violently slammed his pelvis forward each time after drawing back, his cock spearing down into her tight throat and keeping it down for several moments as he enjoyed the struggling flesh and body gasp for air.

He'd not said a word, nor made a sound ever since she had called him out. The first reaction to that came when he pushed all the way down yet again, for the first time being able to look into her eyes instead of at the blindfold. She was pretty, her eyes told the entire story of what her body was going through... even if she would never admit it. Admiring said beauty, Carl returned the favor and spat straight onto Keira's face before he continued to pump his hips in a quicker pace.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Keira couldn't believe it when Carl bumped her head against the desk, snapping her attention to the reality of the situation, however it was all fuel for her plans. Up until now he hadn't made any mistakes, a cocky arrogance surrounding him and making him feel all that power he was babbling about. That was one of the things, obviously, which made her wet. His power. She had limits though and if he strayed past them, she would make him suffer. He was doing things to her now that her own employees and lackeys would not even dare to imagine while in her presence, she would have fired them for even thinking about disrespecting her.

It was no surprise to her that his rough manhandling of her made her wet though, soaking through her panties in a few wild seconds as she was brought to her knees at his feet. She watched with ragged breaths as he shoved down his pants and his monstrous cock sprang into view. She guessed what he planned to do with the enormous erection... and her mouth began to water, almost drooling. Finally, finally she was going to get fucked, she was going to get more of that magnificent cock.

He slapped her face. It stung. Her pussy wept into her underwear and she felt a trickle of girlish fluids overcome the material, seeping and trickling down the inside of one thigh as she creamed her panties. Her cheek shone red as she opened her mouth and he forced the helm between her lips. They were barely able to take the width of his fat girth as her mouth was forced open, the head of his cock sliding over her tongue as she flattened it against the underside, then felt it nudge against the back of her mouth. She momentarily choked, then managed to open wider as she felt the pressure build, then the fat mushroom head burrowed into her neck, bulging out her throat as he forced her to deep throat the beast of a thing.

Her hands were free, so she moved to drag down his pants further, planting her hands on his ass, pulling in and holding him against her as he fucked her throat, speared his member down her neck and mashed his balls against her chin. Her nose buried in his groin as he screwed into her as deep as he could, leaving her snorting for air and writhing at his feet like she was a common whore instead of, arguably, one of his best employees. She loved it! Wondering, briefly, exactly when she wad been transformed into such a slut in his presence. Maybe she had always been a wretched whore and he had just set her free.

She looked up at him as he spat on her. That was pointless in her eyes, he was already dominating her, but she supposed she may as well use it. She reached up and smeared the spittle from her face onto the shaft of his cock on a back stroke, allowing it to sink into her throat even more easily. Then she sucked and slurped at it, tonguefucking the length when it drew back, twirling about it when it came in, snorting and gasping as he fucked her throat like it was a second cunt in the middle of her face. She smirked inside, then gripped his ass and raked her nails down his ass cheeks, leaving faint, this time, red trails in his buttocks as she started to choke on cock, writhing as he tried to sink it into her gullet as he pounded against her face. She slid an hand around to squeeze at his balls, fondling them as he continued, then teasing a nail along one of the pulsing veins of his shaft as it slid back and forth, fucking her mouth and turning it into just another whore hole. She was loving every sick minute of it, of him fucking her like a cheap whore who was eager for crack from her pimp.

 

[Doctor Love]

Had anyone walked in on them, they'd have called the police instantly. While Carl was filled with anger, most of his body resorted to passion. He couldn't say he loved the woman kneeling in front of her, love was such a lousy concept... but he did feel a special connection to her. Like they were made for one another.

To an outsider, it wouldn't have looked like a show of that bond... hell, it wouldn't have looked like oral sex even. It was like a fight, a harrowing rape and vengeance that saw Carl smash his pelvis into Keira's face over and over. Never missing out on half an inch to force down, never holding back even a smitch of his powerful thrust however loud she gagged or wheezed. Almost no one would understand that this was their way of having sex. Carl loving to give it but Keira loving taking it equal amounts.

After all, even as his thick veiny cock was ramming itself down her throat without any regard of her comfort or safety, the woman's hands worked his body. Pulling him in deeper if at all possible, forcing her throat to expand to take that one cock that made her feel the way she did... and her pussy was dripping in anticipation.

It was that exact thought, that momentaitly flash of her tight dripping cunt, that made Carl pull out his cock after keeping it forced down for 20 seconds at the least.

He didn't ask whether she liked to turn herself around. As his cock freed whatever saliva it had been collecting, splashing it across her face and dress, Carl was already getting down onto his own knees and pulling on Keira's hips and shoulders to work her flat against the floor on her stomach.

He was atop of her instantly, his weight keeping her pinned against the floor of his office as his mouth found her earlobe.

"We're gonna start from the bottem Miss Knight, and you're not gonna leave this office before I fucked you upwards all the way to the ceiling. I don't care if it's friday, saturday or sunday... you're going to take it as long as I want to give it to you." Carl hissed in excitement as his one hand worked on pulling her dress up over her behind even as he lay atop of her.

"Pull your underwear aside..." he ordered, his cock aimed and ready to be inserted into her waiting body.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Keira sucked and slurped and licked, feasting on Carl's huge cock as he drove it in and out of her mouth, a relentless piston of flesh which defiled her tongue and desecrated her throat, bulging out her neck every time as she struggled to take it to the balls with each fierce stroke his hips powered into her yielding body. The truth was that if she had known this would be her punishment for her thieving and scheming, she would have done it sooner and harder.

Her eyes rolled back and she convulsed for a few moment so n his cock, before resuming her mouth fucking frenzy, drawing him down her gullet and squeezing his shaft with her throat muscles as she fucked him with her lips. Meanwhile her pussy continued to slop fuck juice through her panties and onto her flesh.

When he pulled out finally, slopping secretions across her face in an erratic slash, soiling her dress and bringing a wicked gleam to her eyes and a smirk to her lips, she gasped in vital breaths, squirming a little as he manhandled her down onto her belly, pushing her to the carpet and pinning her lithe fragile form down on the floor with his power and weight. The carpet smelt faintly of pine, she made a note to thank the cleaners for doing such a good job, not that she expected her thoughts to be on it for long as he moved behind her.

"As long as it's Friday, I'm yours. That was the deal." she said flatly, her words sounding final, an uncompromising truth. Friday. No other time. That was the arrangement and she had no insertion of deviating from it.

Her left hand reached out, frost to claw at the carpet, then to grasp the leg of his desk tightly. Her knuckles whitened and her fingers gripped it like a vice, while her hand reached back and down to grasp at her panties. She tugged violently at the waist, feeling them bite into her skin until they left a red mark, then there was a vicious snap as she tore then away from her body, leaving a stinging line where they had abused her skin. She bunched them up and tossed them aside, where they momentarily stuck to the wall with a loud slap, before falling to the floor. Her pussy was clearly drenched and her inner thighs were streaked with the glistening evidence of her excitement as he pulled up her dress. Her breaths were ragged and she writhed underneath him as he moved on top of her.

"Too weak to tear them off yourself Mr Follis? Are you sure you can stay hard enough to fuck me?" she hissed, forehead to the carpet as she struggled to grind her ass against him as he held her down with his weight.

 

[Doctor Love]

"I'm quite done listening to your smart mouth, if I'd not abused it a few seconds ago I'd have thought it was a cry for some cock inside of it." The older man whispered as his hands clawed at Keira's firm behind and spread her cheeks and pussy wide. "But we both know it's just to make you feel better. Less like the desperate whore you are, sorry Miss Knight, you'll never be more than a fucktoy to me." Carl groaned laughingly even as he forced his entire cock into the woman underneath him, all the way down to the hilt without as much as a pause in between.

"And there's the proof..." Carl moaned out before taking bis cock all the way out only to repeat the process of driving it in up to her cervix from behind. "It should hurt like hell, not fit and proof difficult... but we're beyond that point aren't we Miss Knight?"