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Hostile Takeover (Ryanmo97 and Heart Summers)

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Ryan Morris
Age: 31
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
Body Type: Athletic.

Ryan was a pretty happy guy and he had a pretty good life. The one black spot, was his boss. He was the head of accounting at a large clothing company. And, his boss, who was also the owner of the company, was the biggest bitch in the world. She was always dumping extra work on him.

This particular Friday, Ryan was hoping he could finish his regular work before the work week ended, and get out of the office without her catching him. He finished up the last of his paper work and he looked at the clock and saw it was 5:00 PM. He smiled as he started to pack up his stuff. He just picked up his jacket and his bag when the phone rang, "SHIT!" he thought to himself. He picked up the phone, "Ryan Morris..." it was her, his face dropped. She wanted to see him before he left "Yes, Stacy." He hung up the phone and went to her office and knocked on the door. He turned and watch as the rest of the office workers started filing out of the building for their weekend.
 
"Come in and sit!" she demanded watching the man come into her office, her eyes scanning over his with a smile spread along her face. Her ruby lipstick enhancing her white teeth, her eyes done in light makeup. "Morris I hope that you didn't have plans this weekend," she stated calmly, moving from around her desk to show off her clothing line. Her navy blue business suit showing off her hips and full breast just nicely, making most of her clients more than happy to do what she asked them to. "Your staying here to file those money transactions from over sea sales, that you were suppose to have done by now!" She gave a hard nod sitting on the front of her desk, sure she had told him he had two weeks to so, but five days was more than enough time for him to look up all the sales contact the businesses, and typed them into the database of his computer.
 
Ryan walked into the office and sat down. He watched as his boss walked across the front of her desk. She looked so sexy. He could feel his blood start to boil when she told him that he had to come in on his day off and do the overseas sales numbers. "Stacy, you said I had two week to do that... I was planing on starting to work on that on Monday Morning. I mean you really don't need those numbers this weekend..."
 
"Don't tell me what I need Ryan, and it's Ms. Kellers to you. I want those reports on my desk Monday morning and if there not.....well there's plenty of other accountants," she smiled, knowing that once she had threatened his job he would do it without another word. She didn't have time to waste with her workers, she had all the money a woman could want and in order to run her company well and no man would tell her what she had told him. "Now leave my office."
 
Ryan sat there and listened to her bullshit. He was getting tired of this when she told him to leave he stood up and looked at her in the eyes. Even in her heels he was still slightly taller than her. "No, Stacy... You've treated me and the rest of your employees like shit for years now and it's time someone put you in your place." He grabbed her by her arm pulled her behind her desk and sat down in her chair. Then, he yanked her down and pulled her across his lap, "The first thing you need is a good spanking." Then, the reached her bottom and found the zipper of her skirt. He lowered it and then pulled her skirt down until it slid off her body and down to the floor.
 
Stacy was left speechless as Ryan pulled her, her body fighting back against him shouting about his job and how it was over now. She soon found herself spread over his lap, his words causing her to sound of obscenities as to the nerve of the man that had put her over his knee. She couldn't' recall the last time she had this happen, never thinking that she had she struggled against him yelling at the man. "Ryan if you no what's good for you I'd get the Fuck off!" she shouted. When she felt her skirt fall down her eyes went wide, the only thing from his hand and her bare ass was her lacy panties she wore, to match her red lace bra. Her kicks coming harder and more urgent now.
 
Ryan ignored her screams and kicks. He then took a hold of her panties and proceed to pull them down her legs until they joined her skirt on the floor. Then, he started to smack her ass with his bare hand. "You've been a very bad girl, Stacy... You need someone to keep you in your place... Like me..." He continued to smack her white ass which was turning red with each smack.
 
Shock and pain swirled inside Stacy's head, her eyes large with the fact she was naked below for this man that she had seen as no greater than an ant before. His hand leaving red marks all over her delicate skin, her body jumping with every hit in detest at what he was doing to punish her for her demand. "Stop! Ryan get off!" She struggled again, letting out small cries from hard hits he was giving her, her mind frantic trying to find something to stop him with.
 
Ryan smiled, "OK..." he then stood her up and laid her on her desk. Then he stood up and dropped his pants and boxer shorts to the floor. Showing her his hard 9" cock. Then he climbed on top of her and shoved his cock into her pussy. "mmm yeah..."
 
Ryan's cock was bigger than she thought it to be, his length pushing into her making her shake from both shock and slight pain. It had been a while since she had been fucked, and now was no time for that. She did her best to get up struggling frantically against the man that was holding her down. Her hands pushing random things over tossing and grabbing hold while she fought to get away from Ryan and his cock. Her pussy walls gripping him tightly to squeeze around the intruder.
 
Ryan pinned down her arms as he continued to fuck her. "mmm Yeah... You love this don't you Stacy..." He pounded her pussy as hard as he could, "God you are so fucking tight. It must have been awhile since you've had a good fucking... Well, that's going to change my dear, in fact a lot of things are going to change around here... First off, you're going to give your company to me. Then you're going to give me everything you own including all your money and then, finally, your going to give yourself to me and become my sex slave..."
 
Ryan's words seemed to be haunting her mind, this couldn't be real it just couldn't she thought to herself. Her eyes leaking by now, her head shaking violently, even if she was being raped, and even if he was abusing her now there was no way should would let this happen again. 'Fuck you!....I'll never...give you my company,.....or me!" she managed to get out around tight breaths. Her fingers gripping to the desk causing her tan skin to become white knuckled.
 
Ryan continued pounding her pussy, "You don't have much of a choice my dear..." He said, "You see, if you turn me in for rape. Then, I'll just let the feds know about all the dirt I have on you and all your shady dealings. Remember, I'm the head of accounting... I know where all the money comes from and goes..." Ryan smiled because he knew he had Stacy right were he wanted her.
 
"Ryan...you wouldn't," she proclaimed, her body thrashing against the side of her desk her hips starting to bruise terribly from the whole thing. "If I give you everything....than I won't survive," she stated her tears pouring down her face in streams, her pussy juices coating his cock allowing him easier access to her. "Ryan please....." she begged him her head turning to look at the man.
 
Ryan smiled when Stacy started to beg and saw tears poring out of her eyes. "Don't worry, Stacy. I would take care of you. I wouldn't send you out in the cold. So, what is it going to be? Are you going to be my slave? Or are we both going to jail?"
 
Stacy didn't want to do what he was suggesting and no matter how she thought about there was no real way out of the situation. If she sent him to jail he would send her and who knows what a woman of her looks would receive in there, but if she didn't than she lost everything including her dignity to the man raping her now. With a shaky breath she gave him a nod mustering up the voice to give him his answer. "I'll....I'll be your....your slave,"
 
Ryan smiled, "Of course you will... And, don't worry, my love... Your life won't change... That much..." He moaned as he pounded her harder and harder. "Oh god... I'm gonna cum..." He could feel the cum building in his dick.
 
Stacy took his words as the truth, she had no real choice in the matter and the more she fought the worse it got for her, hearing him announce his release she shook her head, thrashing again against her former employee. "No Ryan, pull out pull out!" she demanded her mind flashing to what might happen if the man sprayed his seed inside of her. What her womb might look like after the incident was over.
 
Ryan moaned as he shot his load into her pussy, "Sorry, Stacy. But you don't have any say in what I do with my cum..." He filled her with his cum then he pulled out. He took a hold of her panties and slid them back up her legs then he put her skirt back on her. "Now, my dear, it's time for us to go home. I can't wait to drive your... I mean my car..." He smiled and helped back to her feet.
 
Stacy felt her eyes fill with water yet again, the terrible feeling of his cum filling her only made panic set into her body. As soon as she could she had to get the morning after pill, not wanting to have Ryan's baby or even tempting fate that she would have his kid. Looking at him with pained eyes she moved behind him nervously wanting to run away from the man. Her eyes low as they entered the parking lot, reaching in her blouse she produced the keys to her Bugatti clicking the button to the million dollar sports car.
 
Ryan smiled as he took the keys from Stacy. "mmm... Very nice..." he helped Stacy into the passenger's seat while he climbed behind the wheel. Then he started to drive to Stacy's house. "Oh, and you should get any ideas about taking any sort of morning after pill out of your head." It was a silent drive to the house and they went inside. "Very nice... How about the grand tour of my new home..."
 
Stacy clenched her jaw tight, seeing the way he handled her baby only made her furious, looking to him when he spoke about the pill she frowned. Wondering how he could have known what she was thinking, she was going to have to sneak if she wanted it to happen, and she did. When they pulled up to her mansion she gave him a nod, stepping out of her car she moved to the house opening the door showing him around the fine decor.
 
Ryan smiled as she showed him around the house, "Very nice... Very nice indeade. You have very good taste, Stacy." The walked into the kitchen, "I don't know about you but, I'm very hungry. How about you make us up some dinner?"
 
Stacy growled at him not wanting to cook for this man. "Why don't you make it yourself?" she argued back her body tight and ready for any abuse that he might give her for speaking back. Her eyes locked on him and the knives wondering if she could get to them if things went wrong.
 
Ryan walked up to her and looked her in the eyes, "You will cook for me because you are my slave and I am your Master. You will do what I say without question, whenever I tell you to do something you will say, 'Yes, Sir' or 'Yes, Master' and you will do it. Or do you want another spanking?"
 
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