"What did you do, fuck her while she slept?"
"You know, I never even thought of that. I could have made it four times then. Next time, Harry. Next time, I'll fuck her while she sleeps. Boy, that's making me hard just to think of it."
Bill and the other guys laughed over that. Bill had a reputation as a playboy. Whenever he went out with a girl, he always managed to get her into the sack, something that the other guys were not so successful at.
Mr. Halsted had many spies among the staff. There were always those men who felt that reporting on to her employees was a sure way to get a raise or a promotion, and Harry was no exception.
Mr. Halsted had sent word out to the guys to find out if Arlene was willing to let a guy fuck her. The moment that Harry walked into Mr. Halsted's office with the words, "she made it with Bill," was the moment that Mr. Halsted called her into his office again.
"What do you think he wants now?" asked Suzie as Arlene reluctantly got up from her desk.
"Who the fuck knows?" she replied. "Probably wants to ask me if I've gotten over Eddie by now."
"Why would he care, Arlene?"
"For reasons I would rather not go into right now, Suzie." Arlene got up and walked into Mr. Halsted's office. The moment she entered, she realized that something was wrong.
"You said something to me yesterday, do you remember what it was?" he asked her.
"Well, I said lots of things," she replied.
"I mean about Eddie and you."
"Oh. Well, I'm getting over it. What can I tell you?"
"You could tell me that you are already over it."
"But I'm not."
"Horseshit. I found out who this friend was," said her boss, "and I don't like it."
"What do you mean?" asked Arlene, suddenly afraid that he had found out what she had done.
"You know perfectly well. You lied to me yesterday. And I don't like liars. Especially about things like that. You and Bill Sample were up the whole night fucking and God knows what else. I thought you wanted to keep your job, but I see that you don't."
"Oh, but I do," she said. "Who told you that?"
"I found out, never mind now. The point is, your job isn't so secure for you anymore."
"Oh." Arlene instinctively began to back away from her boss. She knew what was on his mind, and she wanted to get away from him. Of course, she also wanted to keep her job, and she was completely confused now.
"Get over here," he commanded her, as if he was calling his dog. "Get over here right now!"
She couldn't move. There was something really sinister about his manner at this time, and she dreaded what was going to happen next.
He stalked over to her and grabbed her by the arm. He started to pull her towards his private washroom.
"What are you doing?" she started to scream. "Let go of me! Help!"
He put his hand over her mouth, and dragged her into his washroom. He shut the door behind him. "This is so you can't scream and be heard," he said. "The walls here are soundproofed."
"What are you going to do?" she repeated.
"Get down on the floor," he commanded. "Move it, you slut!" She couldn't budge. "You heard me! New get on that fucking floor!"
The floor was cold stone tile. She slowly sank down on the hard surface and felt a chill race through her entire body.
"Okay, you slut!" he cried. "Let me see your fucking tits!" She made no move. He bent over her and pulled at her blouse. "I said I want to see your fucking tits! Now show them to me, slut!"
He ripped open her blouse. Her breasts were now exposed, and she trembled with fear.
He went wild as he started to massage and caress her melons. They were so juicy and so ripe that Mr. Halsted got a hard-on immediately. He pressed so hard on her tits they became reddened and rough, but he didn't stop.
"Oww! That hurts!" she cried. "Stop that! Owwww!" He only chuckled. It pleased him to hurt her. She had lied to him. For days she had said that she couldn't he with another man and she had been with Bill. She must have been with Bill all this time.
"It's gonna hurt a lot more, slut, before I get through with you," he snarled. "I'm gonna really hurt you, baby!"
He pulled at her skin. She held onto it, but his strength was greater than hers, and he pulled it completely off. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked in fear. "Please don't hurt me!"
"Oh, I'll hurt you if I want to," he said angrily. "You fucking lying whore! I'm gonna really hurt you baby! Just spread your fucking legs!"
He saw her lace panties covering her delicate bush. As he removed her skirt, he gently touched her panties with his fingertips. She groaned slightly as he applied a bit more pressure to the crotch of her panties, and then slowly started to lick her tits.
He was now massaging her breasts with his tongue, sucking on one tit, and then sliding across her body to the other, keeping his tongue pressed to her skin at all times. His fingers gently toyed with her lace garment.
It made him really hot and excited just to touch the panties. He knew he would get inside them in due course.
"You're really hot today!" he cried. "I can feel it. Your cunt hole is opening up wider. I'm gonna lick it, Arlene baby! I'm gonna lick your fucking cunt so much that your fucking juices are gonna drain into my mouth!"
He pressed the lace panties against her bush. She could feel the fabric pushing into her hole, and she slowly began to moan. Her body was heating up against her will, and she desperately wanted to feel a hard cock inside her hole. But she didn't want it to be Mr. Halsted's prick. If only Bill could come and rescue her. She would then let him fuck her in gratitude.
"You're getting juicy," he asserted. "I can reel it. I can feel the hot water pouring out of your hole," he said. "Ohhh, your panties are getting wet! Ohhh, baby, I'm gonna really fuck your hard, baby! Ohhhh! Your cunt is gonna get a real hot cock!"
He continued to rub his hand against her crotch, and unzipped his fly. His penis was hard, and he wanted to be ready to plunge deep within her craving hole.
She looked up at her boss, who by now had taken his cock and balls out of his pants. He gleefully pushed his meat in her face, rubbing his balls against her chin.
He slowly slid down her body, pulling his cock and balls along her naked skin, rubbing the organ against her tits, and finally pressing his meat against her tender nest.
She could see that his prick was hard and really throbbing. His cock was just about ready to plunge into her steamy bush.
He rested his cock against her cunt, slowly pulling down her panties. As he expected, her cunt really was wet inside, and the tip of his cock confirmed that as it became coated with her pussy juices.
She twisted and writhed underneath him. He maneuvered himself so that his cockhead always touched her cunt lips, so matter how she twisted away from him. He held her arms to the floor, and he slowly began to push his way into her body.
He was now using his hand to guide his penis into her cunt. She could feel it pushing in deeper and deeper, and she began to bang her ass against the cold floor in an effort to get him to stop.
But Mr. Halsted wouldn't stop. He was going to really fuck her, and he didn't care what she thought about it.
Despite what she said, she wanted to be fucked, thought Mr. Halsted. No girl's pussy gets all hot and juicy if she didn't want it, and Arlene's quim was really wet. The juices poured out of her cunt as if his cock was the only cock she had ever wanted.
"No! No!" cried Arlene, but Mr. Halsted paid her no attention. He just plunged his meat into her hole deeper and deeper.
She could feel his cock pressing against the sides of her cunt. Her pussy walls were already coated with her lubricants, and she was really greasing up his cock, making it easier for him to push in and out of her hole.