It all started a while ago…an innocent smile, a subtle compliment, and some smug jibing that was just a bit of standard office flirtation, nothing to get worked up over. Or at least that’s how it seemed to me.

My name is Sarah Cody; I am 5’4, 140 Lbs, and white. I have a pretty face with brunette hair, almond shaped, brown eyes, and full, pouting lips. I have nice, busty 36 D breast, full thighs, and a round, plump cushion of a butt. My boyfriend says I’m a little chubby, but hey, that’s why I don’t have sex with him. Well anyways, this, my frenzied blog fans, is the first part of my story.

I was a freshman at the local community college and I work part-time in a small exporting warehouse/office set a little ways back in a fairly uninhabited industrial park. My home was a “one stoplight town” where little happens and everything is noticed. Well, everything was going nicely in my life, I had a sweet boyfriend who bought me dinner at the Sonic every time we went out, I was doing great in school, and my job paid decent and was none too difficult. Then I met Antony.

Antony was a new-hire at my office, taking over for our old IT manager. He was brash, arrogant, and about to come into a lot of money with the new job. And as for looks 26 years old, with short black hair, olive skin, and neatly trimmed “showboat” beard, not a model, but surely fantasy material. To be honest, if I hadn’t been in a serious relationship already, I would definitely have tried to hook-up with him of course, that’s before I learned what kind of person he really was.

We didn’t really speak to each other much for the first few weeks that he was here, mainly because he was so busy getting situated with the workload. Then after about a month on the job he opened up to me in a strange way. I was just about to leave one evening when he said to me with a sly smile “I think you should wear your up in a pony-tail sometime, it’d be cute.” It was hell of a way to break the ice with someone, or at least it seemed so to my country mind. I told him I’d think about it, smiled back, and walked out of the office. Over the next few weeks we talked a bit more, always casual stuff about our relationships and future-plans. Eventually we got comfortable enough to make innuendos and flirty type jokes with each other, but nothing serious. I mean after all, just few months earlier I had gotten a cute little promise ring from my boyfriend, to commemorate our love and plans for marriage when I graduated. I couldn’t just throw that away for a fling with a self-absorbed mystery-man.

Things were moving along at just that pace when Antony stopped me one night as I was leaving. I had worn the suggested ponytail a few times already and always made a point to be extra flirty with him when I wore it. He complimented my “handle-bar” and asked me to stay late and help him with some orders for an overseas project. It didn’t seem out of the ordinary because aside from being the IT guy, he also handled our sales in a few of the smaller Asian countries. I said “Sure.” since it was a Friday, and my boyfriend was going to bed early getting ready for a big hunting trip. We got to work and soon we were about done, it was closing on midnight, so I told Antony that I was going to head out. He gave me a malicious little grin and told me he had something to show me before I stepped out. I thought he was planning some kind of gag and being that it was so late, I was tired and not really in the mood. I yelled at him “Hurry the fuck up please!” He continued smiling and disappeared around the corner. I stood by the door with my arms crossed over my chest for about 10 minutes before he finally came back with small pack of papers in his hands and a shit-eating grin on his face. “I think you’ll find this report here very interesting ” He handed it to me, and as I began reading he said in a lower voice “I’ll lock up while you’re reading.” Normally a very sharp warning signal would have fired at that point, but the papers he was so very happy to show me were a detailed report of my pay over the last 6 months. Highlighted in neon yellow was the commission section. I realized almost at once why he was showing it to me I had been drafting some coinage from every commission that had gone out of our office for a little over a year and half. Needless to say, the coins had never been enough to draw attention to me, but they had quickly added up; up to 12,000$. But shit, I was a college student, living on my own, and I needed more money. I stood there as he pushed past me to lock the door, my hands shaking, and my heart sinking. I stared at him for a few moments and then stammered out “What are you planning to do with this?” His eyes rolled around and his grin broadened. “Well that would depend on what you plan on doing with this.” As he finished the statement, his hands slid down to his pants and deftly undid his zipper. “I suppose you could be looking at quite a legal fight, what with so many of those commissions being for overseas agents. I think that would make it a federal matter, not too mention the shame it would bring to your family here at home.” My racing mind tried to figure whether it was true or not, but I was so flustered I couldn’t think straight. Even as he continued speaking, he pulled his half mast cock out from his corduroy trousers, at first it was just a fleshy loop as the head was bent back, still trapped by the fabric of his boxers, then with a little tug, and obscenely fat, vein pulsing piece of flesh bloomed in his hand. “I suppose I could turn the information over to the right authorities, but in the interest of helping a young girl out, I’m willing to make a bargain with you. I’ll not only keep the info to myself, I’ll make sure no one else ever finds out, and I’ll let you continue your petty little theft.” As he spoke his hand moved back and forth over the abolition that sprouted from his groin. Already it was 9 inches long and at least 3 inches around. I wiped tears away from my eyes and said quietly “What exactly are you proposing?” He let go of himself then and that thing just stood out, seeming to stare at me, almost as if it were a snake readying to strike at my face. As he placed a hand on each of my shoulders he explained himself. “From 9 Am until whatever time I decide to let you leave at night, you are my plaything from now on. You do what I say, how I say, for as long as I say, no questions ever. When you aren’t at work, you are free to do whatever the fuck you please.” His smile beamed as he stared into my weeping eyes, his hands rested on my shoulders, but after a few moments I understood that he wasn’t going to force me down. This was my choice to make; either turn and ready to face whatever shame and trials might come, or kneel and enter into a sadistic, never-ending game.

With my head hung low, my eyes focused on the waiting cock before me. As I looked at it, my knees began to shake, the floor began to swirl slightly, and my stomach flipped. I fell to my knees in a heap, as I was off-balance, I rocked backwards, and my ass plopped down between my splayed ankles. It was all the signal he needed. No sooner had I opened my mouth and slowly began easing my neck forward to accept him, than he grabbed to handfuls of my ponytail and thrust his hips forwards so hard it knocked me back off of my knees onto my ass. The back of my head thumped against the wall, and his belt buckle made a “clink” noise as it smacked into my forehead. He was an animal inside of my mouth. He fucked my gaping face as if I were some kind of cheap whore. After a few moments I began to taste blood and realized with a strange fascination that it was not from a busted-lip, but from his cock. He was mouth-fucking me so hard that his dick was dragging over my teeth. After a few seconds of this I became a little hysterical, I started trying to pull my head out his hands, but he held me fast and said in a very clear voice “Remember what I said you fucking pig.” Slowly I let my body go slack, and he started up again, but with even more force than before. He began rearing back and thrusting forwards and up, jamming his dick into the back of my throat. At about the 4th stroke I reflexively vomited. He didn’t even slow down, he just smiled down at my weeping face, and laughed at the site of tears and vomit streaming off of my chin. Within a few minutes I felt his penis contract between my lips, and suddenly my mouth and nose were overflowing with the scent and taste of blood, vomit, and cum. He ground my face into his groin for a long while, and before finally falling back and staring at his handy-work. I was completely oblivious. I had drool, blood, vomit, and cum streaming out of both sides of my mouth and I was still crying. Finally he put a hand under my chin and armpit and helped me to my feet. He then led me to the washroom and held my hair as vomited again, this time into the toilet. After I finished he left me alone to clean up as best as possible. When I came out he was waiting for me by the door. As I approached, he unlocked the door and opened it up, but quickly pulled it shut again as I got to the threshold. I looked at him dumbfounded. He said nothing, but simply ran his hands over my belly, and then up under my shirt. “Raise your arms.” I did as I was told and he lifted the shirt up and off of me. I started a fresh bought of crying, thinking that he was going to force me into something else again before I was allowed to leave. He laughed at me and said, “Don’t worry.” He then squatted in front of me and pressed his fingers under the lip of my black stretch capris. He looked up and gave me a wink before yanking them down to my ankles. Instinctively I stepped out of my shoes and pants, then stood, slightly shaking, as I waited for his next move. He pulled my white traditional style panties away from my groin and stared for a while at the short curly dark hair that covered my pussy. “Don’t shave it bald, but trim it from now on.” That said, he leaned forward and pressed his nose between the lips of my pussy, a moment later I felt his tongue flash across my clitoris. Involuntarily my knees wobbled. He laughed at this and told me to bend over and grab my ankles. I did so and quickly realized why I was in this position. He grabbed the strap of my panties and started pulling them up my ass into a painful wedge. I thought he was just toying with me at first, but as his hand and my panties reached the middle of my back I realized that he wasn’t going to stop until the fabric ripped or I did. “I never want to see you in these again, if you don’t have anything that looks better, then you better let those pussy lips hang free bitch, you understand?” As he finished the question, the fabric began to mercifully tear, and with a hard yank, my burning pussy lips and asshole were relieved of the clothing. I stood up with a quivering face. As I did, he grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, with snap of his fingers my tits bounded free of the extra support bra that held them in check. He then shoved me against the door, my face and tits pressing against the cold glass pane. In this position I heard his zipper going down again, then I felt his fat cock snaking up between my thighs, were it came to rest, pressing firmly against my pussy lips. “Now, do you want me to fuck you, or would you rather I do something a little different?” I considered the question with a fuzzy, half coherent brain. I answered “Please, don’t do this to me, I can’t take anymore right now please!” He gave an amused little sound and said “Ok, I won’t fuck you, but you stay right there, I have something you need to get you ready for work Monday.” He walked off, leaving me with my breast and tear covered cheeks pressed against the glass. After a few minutes he came back and told me to “rear back and spread my cheeks.” With trembling hands I did as he said. In a moment I felt something small, hard and plastic pressing into the rim of my asshole. “This is warming sex lubrication. I suggest you get used to it over the weekend, because that fat little ass of yours is going to get pounded like fucking Hiroshima from this point on.” Then I felt the lube oozing into my rectum, true to its name, it began to warm the insides of my ass quickly. As he continued to squeeze the lube into me, I felt my intestines start to fill, it wasn’t completely uncomfortable in and of itself, and my belly rolled with butterflies. Finally he took the head of the tube away, but immediately shoved about half of his middle finger into my emptied rim-hole, giving me a horrifying scare. As I gasped for breath he told me “Now, you are going home just as you are tonight, I don’t want you freaking out and running to the cops to tell them something that will ruin us both and I figure this should keep you in check long enough to get you home. I’m a nice guy and I don’t want you ruining you car seat either.” With that he held a wine bottle cork up in front of my face and dumbly I realized where it was about to go. Quickly he pulled his finger away and pressed the cork firmly into my abused asshole, sealing the lube in for the time being. He turned me around again, looked me over, and then kissed me full on the mouth, biting my lower lip as he pulled away. “Are you ready to go home now?” I opened my mouth to say yes and nearly gagged as he stuck his lube-covered finger in between my open lips. “Well then lick your ass off of my finger and you can go for now.” Slowly I closed my lips and wrapped my tongue around his finger, I pulled my head back, wiping the syrupy lube away as I did. With that done, he opened the door for me to go. I stood for a moment, chilled as the cold night air crept about and around my naked body, I didn’t know what to say, or even if I should speak, but the words “Thank you” fell instinctively from my lips in response to the chivalrous gesture. He stared into my eyes for a few moments then pressed his palm lightly against my cheek, before leaning in and gently kissing my lips. I cannot say why, but as he kissed me, I opened my mouth, and let my tongue swirl around with his. We kissed like that for a long while, until slowly, he pulled away, said, “You really are quite beautiful Sarah.” And ushered me out of the door. I made to run for my car, but as soon as I took a step I felt the cork ease about halfway out of my bottom. I was forced instead to try and hold it in place with a finger, while trotting to my car on tippy-toes. I made it safely back home that night without further incident. Expelling the lube was quite thoroughly disgusting. I threw the cork in the trashcan. I went to sleep that night at about 3Am, tearfully wondering what my life was going to be like from that point on, and somewhere, further down than I cared to look at that moment, wondering if Antony had real feelings for me in some psychotic way.

– To be continued… –