Scouting Talent (incendonocturne and Jack Stalker)

incendonocturne · Jul 14, 2018

-Even as it was beginning to set in the western sky, the sun shone brightly into the endless array of glass and white of the reception area.

Her heels clicked over the marbled floor as she returned, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand, a Manila folder in the other as she escorted the girl toward the desk. Setting the lidded cup on the desk, and the folder against her keyboard, she reached for a card and a pen. Silent as she jotted down an address, date and time, she straightened and handed the card to the other girl with a smile.-

“Bring whatever you and Jon discussed was needed for the project and be there at least a half an hour early.”

-her tone soft and professional. The girl smiled and nodded, plucking the card excitedly from Keira’s fingers. She practically bounced out of the building, nearly bowling over the next potential talent that was on his way through the door.

She glanced at the digital clock read-out beside the computer. He was the last appointment of the day that she’d scheduled. Recognizing him from his portfolio, she nodded when he offered his name and appointment time. She grabbed his portfolio and stepped around the desk and around him, indicating for him to follow her.

She could feel his eyes on the seam that ran up the back of her stockings, likely wondering what lay just beneath the hem of her skirt as it swayed with her hips. She’d been running the reception desk for a little over a year now, she was quite used to wandering eyes, both from men that oogled and women that were sizing up the competition, as it were.

Opening a door at the end of the corridor, she stepped to the side to let him into the small waiting area, indicating the white couch for him to sit down, she stepped through another door.-

“Marilyn, your 4pm is here.”

-she informed the woman seated behind her desk. Stepping forward, she handed the woman the Manila portfolio. Quick and efficient, she didn’t linger long before she made her way back out. Offering the man a smile, letting him know that Marilyn would be with him momentarily and then she was gone, his eyes following her until the door closed off his view.

Back at the reception desk, she settled into her chair, crossing her legs beneath the desk. She gathered the folder from the keyboard, as well as a few others she’d set to the side during the day and began the last bit of her work for the day, entering everything into the company database. The man would have had no need to wonder if he were waiting on the couch across from her desk, through the glass of it, he’d have seen the stockings ended in a band of black lace around her thigh, that hid just beneath the hem of her skirt as it shifted with her being seated.-

Jack Stalker · Jul 14, 2018

Chris Peters had watched her lead the man away, waiting patiently by the entrance to the reception area as she vanished, pure sex poured into a 'fuck me' dress and with 'rape me' heels on her feet. he eye fucked her a dozen times over, partially in disbelief at the coincidence of running into her here. Raping her with his eyes as she returned and slid back into her chair. She was still as fit as fuck, with her slightly pear shaped hips and ass padding out the outfit she wore. At the same time her tiny tits, almost flat chested, drew his unashamed gaze. He'd always been into girls with her body shape, slim, slender, fuckable as hell. her luscious looks and hot body had fuelled a million fantasies before he'd left her behind in their home town, chasing after Jocks and fools. Men with muscles where their brains should be and zero prospects outside of a college football field. Now he was the Alpha male who could command women’s attention in a heartbeat... and Keira?

She was his prey.

He'd seen her before now, naturally, in fact she was the reason he'd just bought this company, snatching it up and her along with it. He owned it now, owned her though she may not even realise or know it. However life and experience had taught him one thing. Men wanted sex and women wanted money. Keira had all the attractiveness, all the sexual magnetism and stunning looks that he could ever need... and he had all the fucking money any woman could ever want, along with looks to match and a depraved and twisted mind which craved sex and was fuelled by her incredible looks. He could stand it no longer and as she sat there he walked over, slowly, admiring her from head to toe, still allowing his eyes to rake up her legs as he arrived at the desk and stood there, looming over her and allowing his shadow to blot out the light from the glass doors behind him as he reached out a hand. It took all his control not to just drag her onto the desk and fuck her right there, stripping her down and just using her. The face of a princess with the body of a whore, perfection personified and now she was going to be all his.

"Well, well, well, Keira Knight, of all the people to run into! It is you.. I had my doubts for a moment" he lied. "Do you remember me? Chris Peters? From home?" he grinned. "I'm the new owner of this place. I can't believe you are actually working down here in reception.. I seem to recall you were destined for greater things... at least your own office!? I guess I'll have to make some changes, from my staff reviews you are way over qualified to be sitting out here. Anyway, this sort of surprise warrants a celebration. I think you'll find I'm a lot different from what you might remember." he told her, his eyes locking on hers only after he made sure that she could see the appreciative and predatory stare that he was allowing to roam about her tight young body. He'd been fucking her for years in his dreams, every other whore had been given her face and now that he was this close to her again, catching her scent, feeling the heat from her flesh, seeing how hot she'd become since departing their college... it only made him want to fuck her more. To punish her for each day that he had been kept from her flesh and denied her body.

"I guess I'm your boss now." he told her, "So my first instruction will be for you to accompany me for a drink. It was a little 'hashtag metoo' for the current climate, but he could care less about all that bullshit. If she came hard enough, if he fucked her for long enough, then it wasn't so much 'metoo' as 'GodI'mcoming'. "Get your things, my limo's outside. I can wait to check out the rest of the place until morning."

incendonocturne · Jul 15, 2018

-the soft tap of her fingers against the keyboard and her focus on the task at hand, drowned out his approach. However, she did take notice of the shadow that fell across her screen, her shoulders straightened. She swiveled in her chair, eyes lighting on his outstretched hand first before following it up his arm until her gaze stopped on his face. Her eyes blinked softly.

She’d been expecting it to be Jon or one of the other agents perhaps but she didn’t immediately recognize the man standing over her. Apparently he knew her though. He’d called her by name, as if he’d known her for some time in fact. His name, however, she did recognize. Chris Peters. The name brought to mind a scrawny, nerdy kid. He was the brainy friend that she’d had no interest in. The recognition and shock was clearly visible as she stared at him. Just stared as she listened. He’d caught her so off guard, she was momentarily speechless.

The revelation that he was the new owner, brought to mind the company name change recently and why it had sounded so familiar. It made sense now.

She rose to her feet, the skirt dropping back to where it belonged. The sun briefly glinted off the belly button ring that dangled against the taut flesh of her exposed stomach before his shadow dulled it again as she moved.-

“Well holy shit, I’d say so. I mean, look at you.”

-she quipped in regards to him being a lot different than what she remembered, the shock finally releasing its grip on her tongue. A soft chuckle rolling from the slender column of her throat.-

“And you would be correct. I was but you know that town, it sucks you right back in if you don’t get out fast enough. Reception’s not so bad, everyone’s got to start somewhere.”

-she didn’t miss the heated gaze as it rolled over her slender frame. There wasn’t much she could say about it, she found herself enjoying it actually, plus her own eyes were taking him in. She might not have taken much notice before but she was now.

Her tongue slid against her lips, whetting them briefly before she turned, her legs crossing at the ankles. Bending slightly, her hand resting palm flat against the desk as she clicked through a few things on the computer. Closing it down.-

“So, I’ll put on my time sheet that I had an interpersonal meeting with the boss.”

-she spoke over her shoulder, jokingly. She herself didn’t think anything of it, instead, she grabbed her things, dropping the coffee cup into the waste basket, she turned to face him, brow raised softly.-

“Limo, huh? You really have come a long way.”

Jack Stalker · Jul 15, 2018

Her beauty was indescribable, but he had to wonder if not fantasize about how she would look with her hair plastered to her flesh, her skin glowing with sweat, her eyes just as wide with surprise.. not from meeting an old friend, but from taking his cock all the way to the hilt in her tight youthful cunt. She was an object of desire, a fantasy made flesh and he was going to be having her, taking her, bending her to his will as soon as was humanly possible. His cock was already a beast, staining and swelling within his pants and his arousal was allowed to rampage unchecked as he drank in her presence, feasting his eyes on her up close. She probably already had a man in her life, but i she did it was nothing more than a passing obstacle. His power, wealth and looks were undeniable and all of them demanded her attention. It was a pity to watch as her skirt slid back down her thighs, denying him the glimpse of flesh which had momentarily mesmerised him. His smile stayed on his face though as he shook her hand, powerful, controlling, her delicate digits vanishing into his grasp which was held a little too long as he looked her over. The deep V of her dress almost commanded a man to trail his gaze down to her stomach, her tight toned body a perfect compliment to the hint of breasts either side of that exposing slit.

"Sucked back in..." he replied with a casual nod, "Some places you want to get sucked into, but I agree, not that place. I'm glad you got out of there. I think you are going to find that working here will be the best decision you ever made. Having access to someone I know, someone who can be trusted, well, that makes things a lot easier." he continued, "I'm certain that you aren't the sort to let working for an old friend taint your experience with this company. In fact the proposals I have in mind will likely only make you even more eager to continue working for me, servicing the needs of the company in whatever role I settle on for you." he explained. How did she get away with wearing such a dress? Her boss must be a woman, or gay, both possibilities in this industry after all. He moved to the side as he noticed her checking him out, then let his eyes shift from the computer to her ass, as her dress stretched across her firm taut buttocks, as though she were deliberately teasing him, bending before him. reminding him of every furtive glance, stalking glance and stealthy glimpse she had afforded him years ago, when all he could do was dream of a day like this.

He looked about the place as she finished up, a distasteful expression on his face. He looked back at her as she turned. "Have you got everything? Because you aren't going to be coming back to this place." he told her." I'm restructuring and this position will be better served by someone with less impressive credentials. You are being offered a quite different role." he informed her. He moved to her side, sliding a guiding hand onto her waist, easing it slowly around her light and petite frame as he towered over her. He could feel the heat of her skin against his fingertips through the flimsy dress and it was like a jolt of electricity pulsing through him as he moved her towards the exit. "Oh... you won't be needing a tie sheet again. Your hours will be arranged by me and you will certainly have a lot of leeway to shift them about. The time you spend with me will see you being quite flexible and bending yourself to fit my needs and desires... as my personal assistant. We'll talk about it more in the car." he assured her.

"I'm surprised to find you in a reception role to be honest, I would have thought that your natural beauty would have earned you a higher earning position, with more power." he stopped by the limo as the driver opened the door for them, allowing her to enter first, his eyes ready to rake her with their unashamed lust, before joining her. He immediately moved to pour them both a drink. "So, what do you recall about me Keira? I have to say that I recall quite a few things about you. In fact I was thinking about you just recently in fact, which makes this a remarkable situation." He unbuttoned his jacket, removing it as he settled in. "It's a reasonable drive to get where we're going, I need to drop off something’s at our main building. By the time we get there, I expect you to have convinced me that you are the right person to serve my needs in the role I have planned for you. A company car, access to the jet, a new apartment to facilitate you being close and at hand... a raise in salary, together with other perks. These just don't get offered to anyone... why should I pick you?" he asked with a cocky grin, it was clear that he was planning to award her such things, simply toying with her, seeing how she would react. Seeing what hoops she would jump through. He maintained a polite gaze as best he could, but the heat from his admiring glances would be something she recognised from every man who ever met her, except that this mans gaze was uncompromising and did not move away, it was challenging, perverted and lust fuelled, yet somehow professional. The white leather seats and wooden trim dominated the inside of the vehicle as it began to pull away. He passed her a glass... The desire to touch her, take her, fuck her, it built and built inside him as he waited.

incendonocturne · Jul 16, 2018

-her hand rested warmly in his, lost in the depths of his larger palm. He’d see there was no ring. No necklace. No indication of attachment could be seen otherwise. Though that didn’t mean anything much either really. She didn’t seem to notice or care that he held her hand a little longer than he should have.-

“Oh, definitely not that place but I had no choice. They say everything happens for a reason, maybe this was it, hmm?”

-she smiled softly, her shoulders rolling slightly, causing the barely there material to flutter the length of the v slit.-

“I would hope I wouldn’t.”

-she spoke over her shoulder as she closed everything down and filed everything away. When he mentioned the proposals he had to offer, a brow perked lightly and she glanced over her shoulder curiously at him a moment before turning her attention back to the computer a moment before grabbing her stuff from a drawer.

Turning back in his direction with her clutch and car keys in hand, she nodded when he asked if she had everything.-

“We are going to have to come back for my car though.”

-she cast him a side long glance, brow raised curiously. Wondering idly what proposals he had in mind. Her small frame fit easily against him, the only resistance she gave was a breath of distance between them so she could move easily as he guided her toward the door. Her silent question about what he had in mind was soon answered and she cast another glance up at him, gauging how serious he was in that statement.-

“Alright.”

-she said simply to his decision to discuss further in the car. She paused and turned to face him as they reached the limo.-

“Ah, but I’m the first face people see when they come through that door. Sets the standards of what’s expected. That’s power in and of itself.”

-she chuckled but it was true. Seeing her and what was expected of some of the talent that came through those doors, it rattled some, weeded out those who could hack it and who couldn’t. She was as confident as she’d always been.

She turned and slid into the open door, calf and thigh muscles tightening softly, skirt shifting a bit, tightening against her thighs. She sank comfortably into the white leather, crossing a leg over the other. Offering another glimpse of what lay beneath the hem of her skirt, a little more so in fact since she wasn’t seated on a straight, hard chair. She set her clutch and keys beside her as he climbed in behind her. Eyes studying him as he poured their drinks.-

“You were scrawny, a nerd but smart as a whip. And willing to help when I needed it. And I appreciated it more than you might know.”

-she answered, coolly. Her head tilted in curiosity.-

“Oh? And what do you recall about me?”

-she asked in return, her eyes remained on him, watching as he removed his jacket. Her eyes trailing over his chest, shoulders and arms again. Drawing in a slow breath. He certainly wasn’t the scrawny, nerd she remembered anymore.

Her gaze shot back to his face when he continued.-

“I’d say you’re already convinced but to answer your question, I’m more than qualified. Having spent more than a year at multiple agents beck and call, I can handle one man’s daily demands.”

-she held his gaze for a moment longer, as she leaned forward to reach for the glass he offered. Her fingers brushing his briefly as she took it. Her eyes falling away, watching the ripples form on the liquid in the glass. As she leaned back into the seat she offered him a soft “Thank you.”, letting her attention shift back across to him as she tipped the glass to her lips, staring quietly over the rim of the glass.-

Jack Stalker · Jul 16, 2018

"Well, there's setting a standard and then there's setting a unreachable goal. If talent coming through those doors really see you as the standard for appearance, then I'm surprised that any continue on into the building at all." he chuckled, shaking his head. He wondered if she was curious as to why he was spending his time selectively with her, not even taking the tie to introduce himself in passing to her boss. Whoever else was working there was irrelevant, she was the only person who commanded his attention and sent shudders and jots of craven desire throbbing through his body to settle in his cock. Again he was afforded a chance to drink in the look of her thighs, her calves, her perfect heel clad feet, as she slid into his limo. He made sure he sat close to her, on her right, as he passed her the glass of the champagne he'd been saving for such an occasion, striking gold. "My smarts got me where I am today, but my hunger, my desire, my craving to succeed and to get the very best for myself, well, that was partially inspired by the unattainable rewards I wanted back then, which I promised myself I would attain once I was old enough, rich enough, powerful enough and dedicated to achieving the impossible." he grinned.

"What do I recall about you? I recall that you spent far too much time chasing after men who had no brains and bodies committed to tossing a football around. Men like that weren't worthy of you, of course, but you were younger than you are now, so it's excusable. We all make mistakes, but as we get older, wiser, we learn to make better choices. We learn to grasp at opportunities which come our way. We learn what is in our best interests, career wise and we snatch at those things. Don't we?" he told her, sipping his drink. "I'm certain that with how long you must have been working there, you must have felt like your opportunities had passed you by." he frowned. "Your boss would never allow you to move up and away from that desk... you are better looking than she is, more talented, more eager to get ahead with your youthful exuberance and streak of ambition... surely?" he explained with a twisted smile. However, Jealousy doesn't rule my decision making. My desire to see you advance and better yourself is driven by other motivators, pushed by other desires and needs, for my own well being and that of the company. A friend in a position of influence, power, policy making, is better than a dozen strangers." he concluded. He continued to rape her with his eyes as he spoke to her, unashamedly trailing his heated gaze up those perfect legs and across the dress plastered to her tight body until he was staring into her eyes, reading her. His body shifting to face her on the couch, his reassuring right hand resting on her knee as he spoke.

"You think you can handle my demands? Really." he asked, his hand unmistakeably sliding and easing a little up her leg, past her knee. His fingers heating the flesh of her inner thigh as his hand passed the line of polite and acceptable contact by a few inches. His expression serious, focused, his eyes burning with a fire behind them which flared with the stroking of his fingers against her perfect pale unblemished flesh. "You seem quite calm about things Keira. I'm surprised, it can't be every day that a man as powerful and influential as myself offers you the golden ticket. It can't be everyday that you are given the chance to step out from a dreary and dull existence and lay claim to a far better job as a P.A. Travel, a better place to life, company perks, power over employees who in the past may have sneered and looked down at you? Those things don't come easy to receptionists who have failed to step out from the shadow of a jealous and career destroying boss, like yours." he told her, pausing to remove his hand to top up her glass, retuning it to where it had been without a second thought. "Why don't you tell me what you think my needs are, and how you can service them.. and then I'll tell you what I want you to do... and how you can thank me, thank me for taking you away from that dreary life you started this morning, towards something far better." he offered. Placing his drink down he tagged his tie loose then stripped it off with his left hand, opening the top button of his shirt, despite the cool interior of the AC shielded limo. He moved his hands again afterwards, reaching down, sliding his fingers all the way down her legs to her heels which he slipped off her feet. "You must be tired after wearing those all day, get comfortable, it'll be a while before we get where we're going." he added casually, a cocky confidence in his tone as he pushed the boundaries of decency and familiarity.

incendonocturne · Jul 17, 2018

-she laughed lightly, her words drifting over her shoulder as she climbed in.-

“It takes all kinds, Chris. Everyone has different tastes, but I’m flattered.”

-and flattery will get you everywhere. She stifled that thought and kept it from passing her lips. He was technically the boss and an old friend, one she hadn’t recognized at first.

She glanced to the right, her foot bouncing lightly as it dangled in the air, the champagne shaking lightly with the motion as she rested it against her thigh.-

“And what were those unattainable rewards?”

-she asked curiously, lifting the glass to her lips, taking a sip as she waited his answer. She’d frankly always thought he’d achieve everything he would set out to do, he’d been smart, he’d been going places. Of course she’d thought she was too but then mom got sick and dad left, left her to handle the broken pieces and everything she’d wanted then had become unattainable. She wasn’t jealous, far from it. She was quite glad to see he’d done so well with himself. She was simply curious as to what he had thought was unattainable then. Taking another sip from her glass, she nearly choked on his blunt recollection of her.-

“Well, hindsight is 20/20. I was a cheerleader and peer pressure was a bitch.”

-her free hand shifted flippantly. She’d grown up and out of it. She’d grown up in a box, stunting what she’d wanted to do with herself.-

“Yes we do, sometimes some of us are simply playing catch up.”

-she replied simply. She went silent as he continued to speak. She couldn’t necessarily argue with anything he said. She had moved from one stifling box to another. She didn’t hate her job but she also knew she was better made for something else. Her eyes were on the liquid in her glass, clearly the gears turning in her head.-

“Mmhmm.”

-she murmured at his conclusion, in thought. Said friend shouldn’t be taken advantage of either because of their position. However, he was the one that had brought it up to her. Her chest rose and fell softly as he watched her. She felt him shift beside her and finally brought herself from her thoughts, turning her attention directly onto him, finishing the last bit of champagne in her glass before she answered his question. Her tongue darting just barely past her lips to wet them. Her eyes dropping to his hand against her knee briefly.-

“Like I said, I’ve handled the demands of ‘a dozen strangers’, so I’m pretty sure I could handle yours, really. Wouldn’t be all that much different.”

-her eyes remained on him, even as she felt his hand shifting and sliding. Part of her wanted to stop him. To pull away. To ask him what he was doing. Part of her thrilled at it too. She swallowed lightly. The muscles jumped slightly beneath his touch. The nerves igniting. She cleared her throat lightly.-

“I’m trying to process.....everything, Chris.”

-her eyes dropping to his hand before returning pointedly to meet his eyes. Though she did mean she was trying to process everything, everything before and after his hand slid up her leg and calmly, since he’d shown up actually. She drew in a breath as his hand left her leg. Shifting slightly in her seat. Holding the glass toward him as he refilled it. She was taking a drink from the fresh glass when she felt his hand fall back into place. Drawing her back into talk of the job.-

“Scheduling, answering calls, emails....”

-she listed off a number of other things, everything a PA was there to do. She knew what it took, she had the training for it. It was how she’d gotten the receptionist position, many of the same things were involved.-

“And I can do it all and keep calm doing it. Which just makes your day that much better.”

-her lips curled at the corners. Another drink, she watched him curiously. The internal struggle raged on. Her skin reacting to the brush of his fingers, her mind wondering what the hell he was doing and in the same token, not shying from it.-

“What are you doing, Chris?”

-she finally asked, softly, crossing her legs the opposite direction once he’d pulled her shoes from her feet. There was nothing in her tone necessarily to express how she was feeling one way or the other. It was a simple, curious question.-

Jack Stalker · Jul 17, 2018

"What are the unattainable rewards that everyone seeks Keira? Women seek money, wealth, material possessions... usually. Some seek fame as an additional bonus, or perhaps security. Men? What men are after and sometimes find unattainable are women, women like you." he answered with a grin. Direct and blunt as he continued to feast his eyes on her, if she could have felt the heat from them she would surely have been burning by now. His eyes narrowed as she mentioned her past activities. "Yes, everyone knew you were a cheer leader, the perfect role to play for someone with your looks. Teasing the fans with glimpses of your panties cavorting about and exposing every inch of those gorgeous legs and that taut ass." his crude language spilling from his lips., though it did so in a easy and casual fashion, almost amiable and friendly in its tone. "To be honest I'm amazed they get away with it in the name of 'family entertainment', perhaps the distraction is why so there is so much violence at European soccer games, far more than in American football. All those fans likely driven mad by the lack of the female form being put on display to encourage their support." he joked. Or was he joking? "As for being a bitch, well, maybe you were, more than the peer pressure. We all behaved differently back then. Bitchiness now though, out in the real world... that can be useful when used in the correct circumstances... against your fellow employees, for example, those you want to step on to ascend. Against the boss, though, it would simply warrant disciplinary action." he explained with a smirk.

He'd grown up with Keira on his mind every day, as he worked to make a mark in amateur film, then making small documentaries and such. It was his talent with a camera which had led him to his position and his riches. Head of a movie and modelling agency he had learned fast that hard work, honesty and dedication... it led you nowhere. You might end up happy, but you would never e rich and being rich was what he needed. So he put his skills with a camera and sound equipment and filming to better use. Blackmail, coercion and manipulation all led him up and into the stratosphere of cash where he now resided, with enemies, rivals and opponents left in his wake as he took what he wanted and gained the position he had craved, a position which had brought him to this, close to hottest women he had ever seen, pure sex poured into a 'rape me' dress and 'fuck me' heels. Inches from her hot flesh, pale skin, mesmerizing lips... and in a position to offer her the world in order to satisfy his lust... of course along with the carrot would come the stick, one way of another he was having her, sooner.. rather than later. He'd waited years for this moment and he wasn't going to stop now. He shook his head and chuckled, in an almost rudely dismissive way. "Oh, I think you will find that the demands of casual strangers pale into insignificance compared to a man of my means, tastes and desires. I have cravings which can only be satiated by the right person, in the right circumstances. Fortunately for you, Keira, you are that person and these are the perfect circumstances." he told her.

His cock stiffened, swelling and stretching out in his pants, a thick which strained along a thigh as he felt her up. He could see her reaction, fully aware of what he was doing yet allowing him to continue without so much as a mild protest. He could tell her inner whore was the one doing the processing right now, processing how far she would need to spread her legs and how deep she would be taking him inside her. Maybe she had plans to try and get what she wanted with a hand on his cock, or perhaps her mouth? That might work for a moment, but his lust fuelled cravings demanded a deep piercing penetration of her flesh and the sound of her moans filling the limo, not some schoolgirl style attempt to keep a boy from fucking open her virgin hole. "Well, it's good to know that you can keep calm when you need to Keira. However its not always the desired result, being calm, sometimes you need to let yourself go, allow your emotions to flood through you. Allow your own needs and wants to surface, to compliment those of your boss, the man who will be giving you your instructions and expecting them to be obeyed, often without question. After all that's the role of a P.A, to do as she's told, as well as to sometimes know what her boss wants and be ready to provide him with it." he explained to her. He grinned as she asked what he was doing. He slid his hand between her thighs, between her crossed legs, lifting one to part her thighs before he eased his hand between them, leaning in closer towards her as he did so. "You're a big girl now Keira, what do you think I'm doing?" he asked as his wrist was forced against the hem of her dress, forcing it up and exposing more and more thigh as his hand eased into the crease of her crotch, fingers trailing along her inner thigh as his other hand eased onto her waist and slid up her body, brazenly his thumb stroked against her dress close to her right nipple, dragging the material aside to expose it. At the same time his forefinger on his right hand was teasing along her panties.

"Whatever you might think, this morning you were an unappreciated receptionist with zero prospects, held back by jealous and envious omen who would kill to have half your looks and a tenth of your appeal. A year in that job must have taught you that? Now you belong to me Keira, and I am going to ensure that your position is one which is respected, desired, fought over. Women will bow to your commands and needs, while you attend to mine. Your salary, increased, your home, changed to one more befitting you, your car? A chauffeur will drive you where you need to be, when you need to be at my side... if you aren't in the company jet or even on my yacht... and what do you need to do to attain all this? Something no other employee can, something no other person in the company can even hope to attempt. all you have to do, Keira, is open your legs." he whispered into her ear, lips brushing her earlobe as he leaned into her, his fingers already stroking against flesh and fabric as he violated her mound with his hungry lust driven digits.

incendonocturne · Jul 18, 2018

-her lips fell open to speak, to tell him she wasn’t like most everyone else and he knew it, or he should. Although he did touch on security and that was something she did crave. She always had. Much of her security had been ripped out from under her in her youth and she was struggling to find it again. Her head tilted, eyes boring into him as he continued, a dawning seemed to cloud her eyes, her brow furrowing softly. She took a long sip of her champagne as she listened, as he downplayed what her ‘role’ had really been like in the grand scheme of school life. She considered a moment, correcting him but she faltered when he called her a bitch. Her eyes blinked once, twice and she finally did speak.-

“I was never a bitch to you and you know it.”

-there was an edge to her tone, and her eyes narrowed softly on him. Her chest rising and falling a little faster. He was shaking her calm suddenly. Was he warning her? Threatening her with disciplinary action if she went further with that statement or if she didn’t follow through with his demands?

She shifted in her seat again, trying to straighten, pressing her back softly against the seat as her ass shifted backwards a bit. She was feeling his gaze and she seemed indeed to understand whole heartedly where this path was leading. He’d see those thoughts as he perceived them but deeper thoughts ran muddy through her head as well. Part of her wanted to fight against it. To keep her morals intact. She also wanted something better. Something more....secure in her life. And he was offering it to her. Nothing came without a price though. She knew that. His price was increasingly becoming clear. Her head lowered as she let the moral/want battle raged on in her head. Her heart humming in her chest. She couldn’t miss the strain against his thigh. Her eyes closing as she drew in a breath, nostrils flaring softly. She swallowed a lump in her throat and chased it with a drink before she met his gaze again.

He would feel a touch of resistance as his hand slipped between her thighs again, her legs tightened ever so slightly, the muscles jumping as they weakly fought against his prying fingers.-

“I’m well aware of a personal assistants duties....and they don’t usually include fucking the boss.”

-she said with a soft conviction, her free hand dropped, grasping at the hollow dip of his elbow, softly pushing against him. The reaction of her body was betraying her as a warmth spread beneath his fingers. A shiver falling against her side as his thumb brushed the material against her nipple, causing it to stand at attention as the strip of her dress fell away from it, exposed to the cool air of the limo and him. ”Allow your own needs and wants to surface, to compliment those of your boss.” His words clung to her ears as any protestations she gave in return became weaker but they were, for the moment still there.

Her lips pursed, tongue sliding against them after. Along with his whispered words, her heart pattered in her ear and she shuddered. If she wanted bigger and better things, all she had to do was give into him. Her morals still nagged at her though, she’d never saw her life going this way. She’d have never considered sleeping her way to the top but he’d put doubt inside her head, he wasn’t entirely wrong about a lot of things. She was just on the verge of breaking beneath his offer, his touch.-

Jack Stalker · Jul 18, 2018

"You weren't a bitch? Really? A whore fucks everyone, a bitch fucks everyone except you... isn't that what men are taught? I don't seem to recall you giving yourself to me back then Keira. No, you were too interested in the jocks, the sort of characters who are now likely bouncing baseballs of the walls of prison cells or tied to worthless, lousy no good jobs. No, right now one of these fucks couldn't afford to pay for your make up for a week out of their wages. They are washed up, forgotten, useless piles of flesh who serve no purpose." he quipped with some confidence. He could feel some resistance between her thighs, light, weak, faltering as his fingers slid against her panties, easing them aside as his digits fought to force their way into her tight young cunt and violate it on the spot with a crude merciless assault as he stared into her eyes, gauging her reaction as his fingers and thumb began to fuck her cunt at will. He abused her with a casual, vulgar and unapologetic enthusiasm which caused him to tense and tighten his muscles as his powerful frame leaned into her. He grinned at her, shaking his head as she spoke up after draining her glass, he drove two fingers three knuckles deep into her cunny, while thumb fucking the nub of her clit. the raw heat and tightness of her snatch giving him a pleasing experience as he continued to take advantage of her.

"Unfortunately it seems as though you don't understand the duties of a personal assistant at all Keira, but don't worry... I'm fully willing and able to show you and explain to you the tasks and services you will need to engage in. Mark my words, you'll soon get the hang of things." he said with a reassuring tone, his arrogant smirk dominating his features now as he fucked her with his right hand. He felt her hand on his elbow, its presence there only serving to egg him on, to push him to begin forcing his fingers into her gash with a feverish and lust fuelled fervour, his soaking and cunt juice stained digits splaying apart her cunt folds, stretching the entrance to her quim and plunging in and out as he teased and tormented her clit with a surprising degree of skill and expertise, playing her cunt as though it were some musical instrument only he had managed to master. His cock right now was an unmistakeable raging erection which stretched down a thigh, his cock head leaking pre cum from the concealed but glistening head already, his body taut and tense as he clenched his teeth and enjoyed the feel of her narrow slot searing against his probing and relentlessly questing fingers.

At that point he noticed, felt, the hard bullet nub of her nipple, exposed and visible to his merciless gaze. he twisted at it with his free hand, tugging and distending the fat bud of her tiny breast, before allowing it to snap free from his grip to quiver back against her chest. He leaned in, sliding his left hand to her throat and clasping it there, lightly throttling her in an almost teasing fashion as his tongue lashed against the engorged nipple and his teeth grazed it and crushed against it. All the while his cunt fucking hand continued to cravenly play with her cunny. "I can feel you shuddering right now Keira, you little bitch. I can see how you are reacting. I wanted to fuck you for years, eager, desperate, yet ignored in favour of fools and lesser men. Where are they now? Nowhere to be found while i an three knuckles deep in your filthy little snatch." he grunted, allowing a nipple to snap free from his teeth before his mouth was on her flesh, searing it with his hot lips as he kissed his way up over her collarbone to her throat. "Have you any idea how fucking hard for you I am? You will, before we get anywhere in this limo, let me tell you." he grunted.

"I'll be the one who tells you what your duties are now, Keira... and your first duty, well, your first duty is going to be to do as you are fucking commanded. Your boss have given you an instruction, and when that happens you need to obey or be punished. Understand? A good little P.A obeys her boss, especially when he tells her to open her legs. I want those thighs spread and you shifting your hips to grind your tight, hot, little cunt onto my hand. Because that's how I am gong to make you come Keira, and believe me, you aren't leaving this limo until I've made you fucking christen it with your hot cunt juice, right in front of me." he hissed into her ear, moving his lips up to it again as he continued to fuck away in her slot with his frenzied fingers. Twisting, rolling, pumping away with them as he massaged her clit with folds of her own flesh. "I've waited far too long for this... and so have you."

incendonocturne · Jul 19, 2018

“And I don’t seem to recall you trying too hard, if at all.”

-this time there was a distinct bite to her words. She dropped the empty glass, with a resounding ting, on the ledge behind her. He’d hit a nerve. Her eyes narrowed at him, the muscles in her jaw jumped softly as she stared at him, hearing the words that poured from his lips, stinging with truth. She had been more interested in the jocks, back then, they’d had control, they’d been on top of the world back then. Not one of them had gotten out of that little town and not one of them would have or could have provided her with the security she wanted and in retrospect, they really hadn’t then either, not much at any rate, it was a disillusioned lie they’d all told themselves.

Her brow furrowed softly, her hips shifted, trying to pull back further but she met resistance of her own as she couldn’t move back and away from his fingers anymore, she couldn’t move left or right either, pinned between him and the corner.-

“And if I say No?”

-the question gasped from her lips with little conviction, she was already here, already in his grasp and he was playing right into her weaknesses. She hated it and yet, not entirely, she was also drawn in by the absolute control he had now, that he had lacked before. Her hand pushed a little harder against his elbow. Some part of her still vaguely trying to fight against it but losing, as he found her nipple, a new object to assault. Another gasp ripped from her throat as he tugged it, letting it snap back. A faint burn coursed through her breast as it vibrated, sang as if calling to him. Her lips falling open as his hand slid against the slender column of her throat, her head tipping back. Again he wasn’t wrong, her body shuddered softly beneath him, her shoulders lifting away from the seat, pressing her breasts forward as his mouth consumed the taut and burning nub. He’d feel the shift of her throat as she swallowed heavily. Her free hand fell against the thigh that pressed against hers, fingers curling, biting into his skin. Her question answered as he growled against her skin, a single word slid from her throat, gasping from her lips.-

“Yes.”

-she understood, her morals slipping from the tentative hold she’d had on them. Relinquishing any control she’d had at all as physical needs consumed any mental ones that had been fighting to remain in control. There was a mild hate of herself for letting it go but that too was quickly consumed, eaten up by the sensations he sent coursing through her.

The grip on his arm loosened, merely clutching the sleeve of his shirt now, as her hips shifted again, this time in a forward roll against his hand, feeding the frenzy of his fingers, muscles tightening, clutching against his digits. Her eyes closed as a groan filled the silence of the limo, as if in answer to his final words.-

Jack Stalker · Jul 19, 2018

Chris continued to look into her eyes, when he wasn't playing his glances across her tiny little tits, feasting his eyes on her small perfectly sized breasts as he continued to take what he wanted from her flesh. The partition separating their compartment from the river was raised, but it meant little to him, he would have been doing this anyway, he'd waited far too long for such an opportunity and now only the fire of mad wanton lust was burning inside him, with reason and decency squashed down to nothing as his fingers sank to the hilt in Keira's hot cunt and the taste of her bullet hard nipples was still lingering on his lips and soaking into his tongue as he eased his free hand behind her head to nestle in her hair wrapping a few strands around his fingers there as he gazed at her perfect lips and inviting eyes. Who could blame him for what was happening, no man could resist such a cock teasing little slut, no man. "I was a boy back then. Boys do as they're told as they stumble around the women of their dreams. Weak and obedient. Men? Men on the other hand, they take what they want and I want you." he growled, hissing as he leaned in to trail kisses up her throat to her chin, then her lips. Forcing his mouth against hers as she asked what would happen if she said no... he drilled his fingers into her then, fucking her with two of them acting as a stand in phallus, while his thumb showed no mercy to her clit, playing her cunt with precision as his tongue forced its way between her lips and into her mouth as he tongue fucked it.

"Loyal little P.A's don't say no to their bosses... and if they do, well, they get fingered, maybe even spanked. They get disciplined until they understand that saying no isn't part of their job description in a situation like this. You understand that, don't you Keira? You must have known how many men wanted to fuck you, when you were being flung in the air or cavorting about in your tiny little 'rape me' cheerleading outfit. You fucking knew how many men wanted to do you, you could have fucked the whole of the football team if you wanted." he gave a gruff chuckle. "Every day locker rooms, showers and bedrooms across the town must have been dripping with cum, spat forth from hard cocks being jerked to the thought of having you, the hot tight bodied little cheerleader. "Mine were, and I don't mind admitting it, because now I'm going to get the real thing, one way or another. You deserve it Keira, you deserve not only the best I can offer you in my company, you deserve to be fucked for all the cock teasing you got away with without consequence. You know that, don't you Keira?" he growled, fucking her harder with his fingers then easing off, reading her responses in the emotions and looks wrought upon her face.

He felt her pushing against his elbow, but her slim slender arms held no chance of defying the power in his biceps, which bulged a little beneath his shirt. His powerful and forceful thrusting pushed in closer, holding position against the pressure of her hand as his fingers danced within her cunt and played across the lips and folds of her quim as he fucked away in her gash with his merciless digits. "You're not a cheerleader anymore Keira, you aren't in control and dictating what happens. Now you're my employee, my loyal assistant, mine." he hissed again. "Now you are going to be serving me... and there won't be any more cock teasing, no more hot glances, swaying hips, flashes of skin, jerking of your ass and teasing of cock, not without consequence." he smirked confidently, cocky arrogance dripping from every word.

He heard her 'yes' felt her shudder, swallow shift to push into him. Like all women, she was ready to listen to her inner whore once it was fired up, willing to cave to the urges and commands of her hot, tight young cunt, once it was primed and ready to be fucked. "That's right Keira." he nodded, “Now you are learning, now you are learning what your flesh can really get you. Now all that time keeping yourself hot and fuckable, choosing to wear outfits that would get you raped to rags in the bad part of town, its all paying off, isn’t it?” he took delight in her groan, toying with her, pushing her towards the edge before pulling his fingers free of her pussy to suck them clean in front of her. "That's better Keira. You see that." he nodded to a panel next to her which sported a speaker and button. "Let the driver know that there's been a change of plans. He's to take us to my office in the main building." he told her, easing his hand back down between her legs. "Then pull up your dress more and spread those legs wide, I need to get some of this from the source... unless you want me to fuck you right here. Is that what you want Keira? What do you want?" he asked in an amused tone.

incendonocturne · Jul 21, 2018

-her heart rabbited under his lips as they trailed along her throat. Moans that had been so clear through the limo a second ago, now poured over his tongue like hot liquid as his mouth crashed against hers.

Her bottom lip sucked between her teeth, eyes dancing over his features, watching his lips form the words he spoke. Her hips continued to roll, finding the rhythm of his fingers. Her answer groaned erotically from her lips.-

“Mmm, Yes.”

-again she understood, though at the moment, she was wondering how much of a punishment that truly was. The lust filled amusement in her eyes as they bore into his said as much. The gentle shift of her hips jerked softly the harder his fingers delved. Her lips fell open in a sharp gasp before she could answer him a second time. Though she never pulled away, it was a pleasurable pain.-

“Yours? I don’t belong to anyone.”

-she uttered softly, defensively almost. Though there was no snip to her tone this time. The grip on his shirt held, almost pulling his arm toward her now rather than trying to push him away. Her eyes fluttering as he continued. A disappointed groan escaped when he stopped, her gaze blinking at him before shifting to the panel he indicated. Her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath.

After a moment, she nodded and reached over, a slender well manicured finger pushed the button and spoke, her voice low and breathy.-

“Change of plans. Take us to his office in the main building.”

-she kept it short and sweet as she felt his hand drop to her thighs again. Her leg shifted, pressing out against him instinctively as she held the button a moment longer. Releasing it, she turned back to eye him quietly at his question. Her eyes narrowing slightly. Her expression questioning, it wasn’t about what she wanted, not really. He’d made that clear, now hadn’t he? Sure, she wanted what he was offering her, the new position in the company. The security it would offer her. But he’d made it abundantly clear that he was going to get what he wanted from her in return, what he’d wanted all along from her apparently. All of it passed over her features, her thoughts written clearly there as she reached down, gathering the hem of her skirt in both hands, tugging it upwards easily as she lifted just enough to pull it up over her ass, letting it come to rest at her waist. Revealing the panties that matched the stockings, black and lace, hugging her hips, just barely.-

Jack Stalker · Jul 22, 2018

"Wrong." Chris said aggressively as Keira tried to deny she was his. "You work for my company. Me. You signed a contract renewal only two days ago. You should have read the small print. In any case, do you seriously think I would share you? My perfect assistant? My P.A. My woman?" he hissed. "You belong to me as much as you belong to this company. Your perks, your pay, your new apartment, your transport, your office, your work... it's all for me. You belong to me now Keira. A few hours ago you were a struggling receptionist, now you are at the top of the game. You think that comes free? Do you really want to turn back and embrace that old position, that old job?" he shook his head as he grinned. "No, once you have a taste of the good life, you don't go back. Ever." he told her.

He had been planning to eat out her tight young cunt, but after she gave the message to his driver and moved to expose herself, dragging her dress up to reveal her stockings and her panties, he knew that he would not be leaving the limo without soiling her insides with his hot cum. "Fuck me..." he hissed. "...Do you dress like a slut everyday? Or just in case you get the chance to fuck your boss?" he shook his head, his eyes boring into hers with a wild animal like lust. His tone was almost primal as he reached for her hips. His powerful fingers grasped at her flimsy panties, as she held her dress up. in an almost tauting manner, challenging him. A moment later a loud snap sounded in the limo, as he tore them off her leaving red tracks across her pale flesh, where the panties had broken and stung harshly against her flesh.

Rising up, as much as he could in the limo, he knocked his head against the ceiling. He needed more space for this noting that as he reached over to trigger the intercom. "The next alleyway. Pull in and park up." he told the driver. He hen waited, staring at Keira as though she were his prey and he were some feral beast who was done with her tempting ways. As the vehicle came to a halt he turned, opening the door he stepped outside and scanned up and down their location. The driver had swung into a long and deserted alleyway between a couple of tall buildings. Dumpsters were scattered about on either side, along with patches of abandoned trash and empty boxes. One end came to a halt at a chain link fence while traffic still passed by at the other. Fire escapes dangled out of reach above them on one side, while the other appeared to be an abandoned building of some sort, with windows and doors boarded up.

"Get out." he told her. He gestured to a space squeezed in between two of the dumpsters, shielded from any casual glances from the street. "Get out and put one hand on the wall there, facing it. Use the other to keep your dress dragged up around your waist." his tone was seething with lust, impatience, wild carnal desire at a level which brooked no insolence. "You need to be instructed in proper intercom etiquette." he told her, as though that were enough to explain or justify his behaviour. It wasn't. It was an excuse, he could tell himself he had caved in to a need to discipline her, instead of the truth, that her hot flesh had driven him beyond reason and he was barely in control as it was. "Don't make me ask again, Miss Knight."

incendonocturne · Jul 23, 2018

-she flinched lightly at the aggressive “wrong” he hissed at her. Her eyes blinking, more so when he referred to her as his woman. She almost hated that she liked the way it sounded coming from his lips. She noted that she would have to double check said small print. Of course she hadn’t really paid attention, as she’d signed under the assumption it was a simple renewal of contract, at the time not having realized it was under new management and any different than when she’d hired on.

Her eyes drank in the animalistic look in his. Her tongue licked her lips, plush with warmth, they pursed softly at his questions. She actually didn’t always dress as such, it depended on what her outfit for the day was, nor had she known he was her boss until a short time ago. She certainly wouldn’t have been dressing like this for her former boss.-

“Is that what you want?”

-she asked softly, a genuine question in return to either of his. She was curious, after all, she worked for him now, belonged to him, in his words. If it was something he wanted, she would need to know.

As his fingers curled around the delicate material, her hips shifted. Legs drawing apart a little further, allowing him room between them, she started to lift her barely covered ass from the seat. A yelp escaped her, eyes widening softly as she stared at him. A hiss of pain as the lace bit sharply into her tender skin, leaving a soft burn against the porcelain flesh.

She couldn’t stop the soft curl of her lips as he bopped his head against the ceiling. Shifting as he reached across to the intercom. A brow perked softly as he spoke, even as she tugged the torn material of her panties from beneath her.

She could feel the weight of his gaze as he looked down at her. Her finger idly tracing over the torn edge that had once curled around and held her hip. She swallowed softly. While the material was delicate, they had been made to last. The fact that he’d ripped it in two so easily, made her consider just how much he’d changed.

As he exited, she set the material down on the wet bar, between his glass and the bottle he’d been pouring from. His command was met with a moment of silence as she slipped her shoes back onto her feet. She wasn’t going to set foot outside of the limo and in an alley at that with bare feet.

When she stood, her skirt fell mostly back into place as she stopped half in and out of the door. Her eyes on him a moment before darting to where he indicated. A brow lifted softly, more so at the fact she needed to be instructed in how to use an intercom. A soft snort escaped, what was he going to do, spank her? She wasn’t sure what to expect from him honestly.

Her eyes cast both ways along the alleyway before she finally stepped out at his prompt.-

“Yes Sir.”

-she quipped softly as her heels clicked against the ground when she stepped out and moved between the dumpsters. Her nose wrinkled softly, her back to him as she did as she’d been told. Her head turned slightly, eyes casting a side long look over her shoulder, watching him in her peripheral sight.-

Jack Stalker · Jul 23, 2018

He had nodded at her question about her dress. "Of course. You can consider it part of your uniform that, regardless of your dress or clothing, you will always be wearing lingerie or underwear which makes a man want to fuck you harder. Enticing, whorish, cock teasing garments which will ensure that when you are divested of your clothes you will still look deliciously fuckable." he told her in a matter of fact manner. "You will of course be instructed in specific items to wear as and when required, however you should assume going forwards, that high heels will be a standard part of your work outfits for the foreseeable future." he finished, almost thoughtfully as his eyes roamed about her. He soon forgot about future clothing choices as he fund himself in the alleyway, staring at her. He raking his gaze up and down her perfectly forced legs, attractive calves leading into well rounded thighs and a perfect shaped ass. As he looked at her he unzipped his pants, his enormous cock springing forth to bob about before him stiff and swollen, its fat girth and long hard length jutting up almost vertically as its head wept pre cum which streaked down its shaft.

She stepped up behind her, smoothing his hands over her firm ass cheeks, squeezing her buttocks as he let his warm breath fall on the back of her neck. SMACK! his brought his hand down on her left ass cheek, the sound echoing between the dumpsters from the resounding impact, her flesh quivering and vibrating as her ass cheek absorbed the stain of his palm on her skin. "I didn't tell you to put your heels back on, although I am willing to overlook that infraction." SMACK! "In future you will refer to me as 'Mr Peters', when speaking to employees such as the chauffeur, not merely 'him'." he told her, her ass cheek vibrating and shuddering beneath his second slap against her firm flesh. "Just because you are an irresistible little cock tease, doesn't mean that I can tolerate insolence or disobedience from an employee, even one as treasured as yourself, Miss Knight." he continued, smoothing his hands over her ass cheeks as he kicked her ankles further apart, forcing her to spread her legs as she leaned against the wall. He moved both hands to her hips, dragging her further away, forcing her to lean forwards further. Her ass drawn towards him and feeling the slap of his cock against it as he stood on close behind her, his helm smearing fuck juice across her reddened skin as he moved against her.

Chris knew that she'd all but caved in to the promise of her future, the money, the perks, the attention. Her willing obedience and the way she was complying now, it was all evidence of that. He gave her two more jolting spanks, gauging her response as he did so. He then took hold of his cock with one hand, while placing the other against her back, between her shoulder blades. Once there he twisted his fingers to wrap about her strands of hair, wrestling with the locks until he had a good firm grasp. Then he tugged her head back, while stroking his cock head up and down her slit, splaying her cunt folds aside, until he was ready to shift forwards and force his cock into her tight youthful cunt in a single hard merciless thrust. Half way in he was forced to pull back and drive forwards again, fucking back and forth, sawing his cock into her depths until he was able to forcefully cram most of his cock into her ad begin fucking her eagerly, wildly. He fucked her with hard and fast motions, frenzied and feverish as he cut loose, brutally fucking into her core as he slammed back and forth, grunts and gasps slipping from his mouth as he savoured the feel of her, finally breaching her flesh after so many years and just fucking into her with wild abandon.

"My god... so tight..." he groaned into her ear, leaning over her and using his dominating presence and larger form to drill his cock into her as he did so. "Can you feel how fucking hard I am inside you Miss Knight? Can you feel that?" he hissed into her ear. "This seals everything, doesn't it.. this seals the deal you've decided to make with your own personal devil. You're fucking me in an alleyway, less than thirty minutes after meeting me. You're in a dirty alley, fucking me like a dirty little slut. My dirty little slut. You like it, don't you Miss Knight? Tell me, tell me how you like being a dirty little slut for your boss. For me." he groaned, balls slapping hard into her as he buried his cock inside her to the hilt. His breath burned her cheek as he tugged back her head and began to fuck her, so hard that her heels left the ground on each upthrust into her sopping snatch.

incendonocturne · Jul 24, 2018

-her gaze shifted, sliding over her surroundings. She heard his zipper sliding down. Eyes cast over her shoulder again, watching as he drew closer.

A noticeable shudder ran down her spine as his breath swept against her neck. Her small frame jerked, a soft, surprised grunt echoed with the solid sound of his palm connecting against her flesh. Staring at the wall, her lips fell open in a sudden intake of breath as the sting coursed through her. She’d half been expecting it, yet it had surprised her. More so was the surprise that she enjoyed the sting. Barely having time to process the first, she felt the second. A small sound strangling from her throat, pain mixed with pleasure. The warmth of his hand as it swept over the slight burn of flesh only heated it more.

Even as his foot tapped against hers, she was already shifting on her feet, squirming softly beneath his hands. The bared mounds of supple flesh teasing against his cock as she moved at his direction, the small of her back dipping softly as she settled.

A groan escaped her unabashedly, fingers curling into the brick of the building she held herself against as his hand fell sharply against her ass again, twice. She could feel the skin softly rising as it burned. Her nipples hardened beneath the shift of her dress.

Her head jerked back, mouth forming a soft “O”, a moan rolling from her stretched throat as his cock teased against her lips, still wet and swollen from his finger fucking earlier. A new level of wanton lust burned against his hardened flesh as the moist heat of her core enveloped him. She let out a yelping moan as he shoved into her tight hole. Muscles contracting sharply as they shuddered to adjust around him, working to accept every inch until he was sheathed comfortably inside her. Moans drifted through the alley, as abandoned as his thrusts.-

“Yes....”

-her answer breathed from her lips, tangling with a long moan of pleasure as he hissed in her ear. As did each answer that came after his questions. Indeed she was dancing with that personal devil and despite all the fight, she was enjoying it and hating it all in the same breath.-

“Mmmm....”

-she murmured, bottom lip plucking from between her teeth as she spoke, each word pushed from her lips haltingly with each thrust.-

“...I....I...oh god....fuck...”

-she groaned loudly as her heels jerked from the ground. Her fingers digging into the material she held at her stomach. Muscles clenching against him tightly. Nostrils flaring softly as she struggled to catch her breath between each sound escaping her lips.-

“Yes...I like...being....your...dirty little slut.”

-she gasped heavily as another moan ripped from her throat.-

Jack Stalker · Jul 24, 2018

Chris had heard the sound of pleasure mixed with pain before, but it was never at such a delicious pitch as when it spilled from between Keira's lips. His cock stiffened and his resolve hardened, his hand sting and sacking down just a little bit harder after that, acknowledging that she seemed to be getting off on it. If only he'd known back when they were at school, that her inner slut had the ability to morph into a pain whore, a girl who could enjoy some hard discipline along with her fucking. Hell, if the teachers had known she would likely have been fucked to rags and useless to anyone by now, taken advantage of by every tutor on campus. However that had not happened, her whorish streak had not garnered her such attention and now it never would, not from anyone else anyway. Now she was going to be serving him and seeing to his needs, satisfying every twisted fantasy he had ever had about her, in ways which would shock and startle any normal innocent, but would only serve to give him the orgasms of his life.

He savoured each of her moans as he spanked her, relishing it, basking in the sound of her submission as he abused her at will in some filthy alleyway. She deserved to be spanked raw, for all the cock teasing years he sent yearning for her flesh, but right now that would have to wait, a more harsh punishment beneath whips, canes, chains, would have to remain a fantasy, because the reality was he needed to feel her tiny little cunt squeezing against his cock as he rammed into her nothing else mattered except for laying claim to her right now. The little slut wanted it, the way she had looked at him when parting her legs and exposing her stockings and the his cock drive alluring gap of thigh above them. She craved something, the money, the power, the perks? It didn't matter in the end, all that mattered was his cock driving deep into her tight young cunt until he forced an orgasm out of her incredibly hot body.

Straightening up his height overcame the effect of her high heels and he moved both hands to her hips to fuck her, leaving her feet dangling and scraping against the ground as he settled into a hard brutal rhythm Thrust after thrust going straight to the hilt in her tiny cunt, as he felt it clenching and clinging to his cock each time he delivered a stroke towards her core. Deep piercing thrusts dominating the fucking as he gave her his cock right to the balls with every impact. His groin mashed into her ass, his body thumping against her as he pounded her without pause or mercy the threat of being discovered imparting him with surges of adrenalin which only served to make his fat cock swell and stretch even further, defiling and desecrating her narrow cunny with each passing moment.

"Oh I know you're a filthy little slut Miss knight. Only a filthy little slut would allow her boss to fuck her up against a wall in some alleyway, trapped between a couple of dumpsters while she gets her tiny young cunt hammered." he hissed. "But I like to hear you say it, like to hear you moan like a whore. It lets people who hear us know that I'm a stud and you're a wanton little whore, and that's the perfect combination Miss Knight, one which is like a match made in heaven. Stud and slut. Fucking like animals." he gasped, grunting as he drilled back and forth into her snatch like his life depended on it. His hands dropped to her stockings, her body supported and impaled on his cock as he let her feet kiss tiny ground as he clawed at her stocking tops, laddering them as his nails raked at her thighs, one snaking around her to begin teasing and massaging her clit while his cock relentlessly slammed into her. "Are you on the pill Miss Knight... AUuhh.. because if you are I'm going to ream out your cunt, otherwise I'm going to have to make you choke on this thing... right after you fucking come of course. You are going to come for your boss aren't you? Fucking come like his filthy little whore." his words were strained and strangled as he fought to contain himself, to endure the furnace between her legs.

incendonocturne · Jul 24, 2018

-even her football playing lover hadn’t known back then. All he’d ever wanted to do was get his dick wet. Before or after a game, sometimes both depending on the outcome. Boring but she’d been in ‘love’ and didn’t care, he really had been a bit of a clueless fool, never taking and learning from the prompts she’d ever given him. She was quickly realizing, she’d definitely bet on the wrong horse.

Her toes fought to keep traction, pinched inside her heels, though she barely registered it as he filled her repeatedly. The struggle pushed her back against him as well. Drawing moan after moan from her throat. Each a little louder as he pushed her closer to that ledge. And she was dangerously close already. Her hand released her dress, no threat of it falling in the way, pooling softly in the dip of her back instead. Her palm slapped against the wall beside the other.

Her thighs jumped and twitched beneath his nails, feeling them break through the thin material of her stockings. Feeling the scraped flesh welting softly against her thighs. As his fingers fell against the swollen button of her clit, she gasped, her small hips squirming against him again as new waves of pleasure wracked through her body. She acknowledged the question about her being on the pill with a nod of her head and a soft but drawn out moan of a ‘yes’. She was, had been for some time actually despite not having been with anyone for a little while now. Maintaining for various reasons, an unexpected tryst at the top of that list.

The quick and repetitive tightening of muscle, tap dancing the entire length of his cock, the heavy pants injected between the steadily increasing moans would tell him loudly enough that she would and she was well on her way, almost there in fact.-

Jack Stalker · Jul 25, 2018

Chris kept one hand on her mound, fingers stretching down to tease about the fleshy hood of Keira's clit, while his other hand kept a firm powerful grasp on her hip. His fingers dug into her flesh there, nails scratching tracks in her skin as he pounded slow but hard thrusts into her core right now. Drawing back he brought his fat cock head right to the edge of her entrance, the helm squeezed between her cunt lips as he left it there to savour the tight feel of her body, then he was back inside her, driving deep into her hot drenched cunny as though he fucking owned every inch of it, every inch which squeezed and kissed and clenched at his cock as it was driven into her with an accompanying gasp and a hiss of satisfaction, his long hard erection dominating her tiny youthful tract as it was laid claim to by his ruthless and relentless shafting of her cunny. every stroke was like he was driving his cock into an angel, every thrust like he was fucking himself into a perfect little slut who had been crafted solely for his entertainment. And they continued, unrelenting fucking as he hammered into her between the dumpsters, driving back and forth with a causal disregard for decency, intent only on the pleasure which could be extracted from her willing yielding body.

His fucking was energetic, furious lust combined with precise direct thrusts which teased his cock head along the perfect lines of her vaginal tract, his groin thumping against her ass, a slapping obscenity of a sound which left no doubt as to what was happening in that alleyway, that a girl was getting herself thoroughly fucked. "Disobedience again Miss Knight? Anyone would think that the dirty little slut inside you, your inner whore, wanted you to be disciplined? AUhhhh... perhaps you feel AHHHH... guilty about all your years of being a cock teasing whore, committing boys to furtive secretive acts of self abuse, to try and wipe you from their fantasies." he growled. He pulled back his cunt teasing hand to SMACK it against her ass, once twice, reddening both cheeks as he continued to drive into them, his slick cock dripping droplets of girlish fluids and his own secretions towards the ground each time he pulled out of her, slopping strings of liquid sin left to dangle and detach as his merciless fucking continued. "I told you to keep a hand on your dress, but it... UUHH appears you like the feel of my hands on you." he smirked, "Perhaps you don't deserve to wear that dress at all? Perhaps you need to be stripped naked. Is that what you want Miss Knight? to be stripped naked and forced to spend the rest of your time with me naked, but for your 'fuck me' heel sand stockings? If not, then you best do as you were told." he hissed.

Looking down at her, his cock swelled and stiffened further as he admired those stocking clad thighs, streaked with fuck juice which was plastering them to her skin, laddered with holes which exposed her flushed flesh beneath. His pounding into her quivering palm printed ass continuing as he drove into her. Wilder and deeper, harder and faster now. His hands moving to her ass cheeks, clawing at them as he shifted to press a thumb against her anus, testing her reaction to the threat of having her impossibly tight rectum violated by the digit to enhance the sensations of his cock as it drilled into her body, awing into her tight juicy slot with a feverish enthusiasm. "Do you want me to come inside you Miss Knight? Do you want me to flood out your hot tight cunt with my cum? I want to, I want to soil your insides with my hot cum... and I know that a good little P.A would want that as well." he gasped, pulling out to slap his cock against his palm prints on her ass. "So deal with it. Deal with your dress." he commanded. Whether that was to strip or drag her dress back up and hold it there, he left to her to choose.

incendonocturne · Jul 27, 2018

-when he pulled back, leaving just the head of his cock resting inside of her, he’d feel the soft steady stroke of her muscles against the more sensitive part of his cock. The muscles of her hips and thighs dancing beneath the clawing grip of his fingers, soft but sharp hisses dripped from her lips as his nails bit into her skin. If nothing else, it did in fact belong completely to him in this moment and forward as he claimed what he’d been craving for all these years.

A soft shake of her head. She didn’t feel guilty, she’d been a young girl and hadn’t thought much of it then nor since. She couldn’t say she didn’t mind being disciplined though. She yelped as she felt the sting of palm against ass, the unexpected smacks caused her to jerk softly, her muscles tightening sharply around his cock, biting hungrily at him, all of which only drew deeper, louder groans to escape the slender column of her throat.

Her hand stayed, pressed against the wall for a long moment. Torn. She did like the feel of his hands on her, getting off on each stinging smack to her ass. But she didn’t want to traipse around for anyone else to see what belonged to him however.

Her hips rolled back against him repeatedly. The harder and deeper he buried himself into her, the louder and faster her moans became. Unabashedly echoing along the alleyway as they fucked. There was a sudden falter in her movements, her hips stilled for the most part, her muscles clenching softly everywhere as she felt the pressure of his thumb. Unexpected, she almost jerked away from him. It wasn’t something she cared much for, that much was clear but she didn’t pull away or deny him either.

Her moans did not however die down, not as he continued to impale her moist and hot little hole, her head tipped back slightly and her hips began a soft rock again, needing him. She was so close to climax, noticeable with the heightened tone of the lust filled cries that escaped her, the tight and involuntary contraction of her slick walls pulsating and grasping tightly, hungrily against him.

A drawn out, gasping, breathy ‘Yes’ escaped her lips in response to his question. For her own pleasure and his. A disappointed sound choked softly from her lips, even as her chest still rose and fell heavily, muscles still clenching against absolutely nothing as he pulled out, a soft whimper. She’d held out as long as she could, her hand dropped from the wall, fingers curling into the fabric of her dress as she pulled it back up, holding it against her aching belly, as she’d been instructed in the first place.-

“Yes, Sir....”

-she conceded, her tone begging in nature even in just those two simple words.-

Jack Stalker · Jul 27, 2018

He was drunk with lust, infused with power, dripping dominance and control from every pore. His angry, wild and primal craving for her flesh evident, with every movement and action he made. Chris fucked her like she needed to be punished for being there, punished for making him wait so long to get his hands on her perfect flesh. He held back nothing and drove into her hard and deep, fast and long, his cock showing no mercy to her tight insides as he thrust stroke after stroke right to the hilt, giving her every single inch of his enormous cunt stretching rod as he slapped his balls into her and ground his larger and more powerful body against her petite and delicate frame without a care. Hard brutal fucking that sent shivers and shudders through both of their bodies from the pressure and impacts as he delivered his fiercest ever fucking to the cock teasing little slut who had tormented him in his dreams for so many years.

He sensed her hesitation, saw the way her hand lingered on the wall, her nails on the brickwork, her body tensing and clenching at his cock as he SMACKED his hands into her quivering buttocks. "So, you're a filthy little pain whore are you Keira? You like that sting of attention to your firm ass cheeks? You enjoy that rush of adrenalin as your flesh glows red under my palm? I'll remember that... perhaps have you schedule assessment sessions for the first few weeks of your employment, where a failure to AHUuhhhhh!" he paused to groan, giving her a few deep fast thrusts before easing off. "...a failure to have complied with your instructions during the week will result in you being disciplined." he gasped, grasping her hips tighter as against she was thrust off the ground for a while as he cut loose. His cock drilling into her gash as she rolled her hips and pushed against him, drawing him into her tiny little cunny. Her moans were louder now and he relished every sound which escaped her mouth, clearly responding with strokes of finger against clit and cock head teasing cervix, as she let her pleasure seep from between those plump cock hungry looking lips.

The reaction to his teasing her ass bought a smirk. Anal fucking would need to be reserved for special punishment. Right now though her cunt was far too attractive to warrant switching to her impossibly tight ass. Instead he focused solely on her heavenly slit, her core, the channel which had been created solely to pleasure a mans cock. He could tell she was close to coming. "Close are you Miss Knight? Close to coming... after being dragged into an alley and fucked up against a wall like a whore. That's good, very good. Don't worry, I'm going to christen my entire empire with your screams your moans, your sweat and the delicious juices which are going to be fucked out of your willing cunt. So you'll get to see many wonderful places.. UUHHH... only places like this when you tease and flirt and push your boss too far, too far so that he can't control himself a moment...UUHHH longer..." he groaned, teeth clenched, his voice deep resonating and strained as he hammered home his cock into her furnace of a cock sheath.

At her final act of obedience, his slid one hand up her arm to grasp over the hand she had pressed against the wall. His other hand went to her stomach, raking nails over her abs before sinking to her clit. Once there he began a never ending and almost clinically perfect assault on her clit, massaging, teasing, throbbing thumb against flesh as his fingers stroked along her folds to blend and accompany his furious attack on her cunt with his cock. Shaft slick and balls slapping he fucked her harder and harder and harder until he could no longer retain a grasp on sanity and stiffened, letting out a roar, "Fuck... you're going toy make me come you little bitch... fucking come... come.. AHUHHH", as he leaned in, biting and sucking n the side of her throat, staining her skin with a monstrous love bite as he came hard and violently. His hot cum was disgorged into her cunt, molten strings of hot sperm blasting into the depths of her stretched out gash as he orgasmed wildly, ejaculating his seed into her body as he spamsed and jerked against her. Cum spread in an instant throughout her entire vaginal tract until the pressure forced it out to streak down her thighs and matt her stockings to her skin as he flooded her with his spunk and his climax rocked her body on and off of her feet until he was finally spent and his cock still remained inside her, aftershocks of pleasure ravaging her body as he bucked against her.

There was going to be much to talk about, a new contract drawn up naturally, but right now he was wallowing in the glorious feeling of defying and desecrating her sacred hole with his cum, staining her insides and laying claim to her flesh.

incendonocturne · Jul 31, 2018

-Kiera took the punishment with wild delight. Eagerly feeding his hunger with her own as he drew it from her with each pounding thrust, driving deep enough to make her belly quiver.

She bit her lower lip as the sting of his hand swept a line of fire through her ass cheeks again. A soft “Mmmmm” groaned from her throat in response, the release of her lip brought the release of a moan dripping with pain filled pleasure. It grew louder as her feet were pulled from the ground, toes trying to find purchase once again.-

“Yeeess, Yes!”

-the cry came loud and clear, repeated several times in mixture with her lust filled moans, when asked if she was close. So very in fact. Muscles clenching at a faster rate, harder as well, uncontrollably as her body responded, taking over any dirty, filthy feelings she’d been having about any of this, washing it away in a torrential outpouring of wanton lust as it spilled from her lips.

Her hand flattened against the wall as his larger one covered it, small fingers slipped between his, clutching as if holding on as his thrusts grew harder still and he attacked the tender nub between her wet folds. Gasped groans and cries were all that left her lips, her head fell back, tendrils of hair brushing his face and forehead as he leaned in. Her fingers clinched tighter against the material of her dress, the hem biting into her skin as he bit against her flesh and the wave of climax crested and sent her spiraling into an abyss. Their juices colliding within her, hers hotly coating his throbbing cock as she felt the pressure of his washing against her jerking walls.

Muscles still spasming even after they are both spent, her breath ragged as she still stroked him for everything he was worth. Her grip had loosened on her dress, though she didn’t let go just yet. Her body felt as if it were on fire and she was gasping softly for air as she stared quietly at the wall before her. Waiting. Waiting for his next command and until she was certain she had her footing beneath her again.-

Jack Stalker · Aug 1, 2018

Chris felt Keira’s cum mixing with his own, as she stained her flesh with her filthy cocktail of fuck juice and spunk. His cock twitching, pulsing, throbbing inside her as she orgasmed on his rod just as he’d intended, just as he imagined for so long. He let every shuddering quiver travel down his shaft and into his soul, as he allowed her writhing and fragile frame to soil his manhood with her liquid sin and drip her climax onto flesh and floor. Holding her in place against the wall as he finished disgorging the final evidence of his crude and violent desecration into her body. Pulling out he sent a last couple of hot stings of cum out, to lash against her exposed thighs and aid in sticking her cum soaked stocking tops to her skin, before he stuffed his cock back into his pants. If anyone passing the entrance to the alleyway had heard anything, they weren't probing deeper to find out exactly what was causing the stream of moans to echo forth.

He left her standing theer for a while, raping her from head to toe with his gaze, admiring his handiwork and her red ass, stained thighs and well fucked flesh, before he gave a grunt of satisfaction. ""You can lower your dress now Miss knight, we both know what a filthy little slut you are and what you are willing to do, now don't we?" he told her with a cocky satisfied arrogance. He gestured to the car, smirking as he thought how the driver was likely cleaning his own cum off the inside of the windshield, after likely jerking off at the display which had just occurred outside his limo. He climbed in and seated himself down, before pulling out a tablet to review a few things. "We'll need to address your clothing Miss Knight. You will be expected to wear heels at all times, naturally. As for your underwear, stockings or bare legs, never tights. Skin tight leggings, tight jeans, skirts and dresses which stop above the knee are reasonably acceptable. Lingerie should be of the lace type and easily tore off or destroyed as required. On certain days you will be required to bring a change of clothes, for when I fancy a game of tennis, a session in the pool or Jacuzzi, or a work out in the gym. Those dates will be inserted into your diary so you know when they are, naturally." he told her, slipping into a casual and easy going mode of business speech, despite the fact that he had only minutes before been fucking her hard against a wall in some filthy alleyway.

"Naturally you will maintain your appearance and continue to provide a professional and smart presence." he continued. "Now, you will need to tell me your preferred residential needs. An apartment will be made ready to your specifications within the corporate headquarters. A chauffeur and vehicle will be made ready for any trips and errands you may need to attend to. What other perks will be required?" he asked, making a note of it on the tablet as needed. "You will, of course, submit yourself for a weekly assessment on your duties each Friday afternoon and ensure that you are on call and reachable twenty four hours a day. failure to answer a call or respond to an email within a suitable period of time will result in disciplinary measures." he added, smiling. "Do you have any questions?" he finished. "If not I'll have you taken to your flagship headquarters building and shown your new office and those who will be directly beneath you. You'll likely want to clean up before then, so a visit to your office to make use of its en suite, as well as perhaps a trip to acquire a new outfit, will be on the menu as well… together will you signing this."

He showed her a list of detailed and depraved sex acts which required her to read them aloud before signing off on approval. “Let us begin.”

incendonocturne · Aug 5, 2018

-she stood still, breathing heavily. She could feel his eyes sliding over her from behind, her head tilting a bit to glance at him over her shoulder from the corner of her eyes.

Once allowed, she released the material from her grip, her hand pulling away from the wall as she stood straight, flexing her shoulders softly as she swept her skirt back down over her thighs, hands smoothing over the material.

Her brow furrowed softly as she turned to face him, her cheeks pinkened softly but she didn’t lower her head or her gaze at his words. Merely stepping around him and back into the limo as his hand swept toward it.

Settling into the seat she’d vacated, she crossed her legs. Her nostrils flaring softly as she drew in a soft breath, watching him quietly. Listening as he rattled off her attire to be worn.-

“Tights aren’t even in my repertoire.”

-she chuckled lightly. Who really wore them anymore she idly wondered. Hands folding in her lap, her top leg bouncing softly, nodding acknowledgement as he spoke. She was either hiding any shame she had really well or she had none. Save for the soft tick of her toying with her fingers in her lap.

Asked for her preferred housing needs, she rattled of a list of things she wanted and required, including all white and silver in color. She liked the sterility of it, the purity. Considering what she’d just done in order to get what she wanted, she didn’t go easy. She listed any other requests when asked as well. Nothing overly extravagant.-

“Yes Sir.”

-she said, nodding in understanding about the weekly assessments and when asked if she had questions, she shook her head.-

“No.”

-she reached for the tablet as he held it toward her. She glanced at him quietly before she began reading the list in front of her. There were a minor few she shook her head on, glancing again at him as she made it clear she wasn’t comfortable with them, despite any threat of punishment, they were a solid no.-

“You can smack my ass all you want but no anal. No extreme bondage. No piercings. No sharing...you wanted me, you’ve got me. You’re paying the bills, not your friends, acquintences, business partners or anyone else.”

-She stated quietly in the small space. Verbalizing her reaction earlier. Perhaps drawing attention to the fact she didn’t even have her ears pierced, she wasn’t fond of scaring up her body. Hand hovering over the tablet, she waited his response before she’d sign it.-

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