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The Boss Meets The Work Bitch

By Victor Ramierez

Chapter 1

The office had become a very different place for Tom since he had brought Elizabeth under his control. His daily life at work was a lot quieter without her constant whinging and backstabbing, and whenever the mood took him he could make use of her in whatever fashion he liked.

With her now as his unwilling ally, he had her campaigning for him whenever she would have been previously blowing her own trumpet to anyone who would listen. Tom couldn't believe it, but it had actually worked. George, their boss, had finally arranged for a raise and then he had started to become very friendly with Tom. The two of them had started to go for afternoon drinks after work, and he had even arranged for Tom to have membership to the local businessman's club, which was very exclusive and next to impossible to join. He now had the connections he needed to do pretty much anything he could possibly want in this town.

"That steak was fantastic Tom, George sat back in his chair rubbing his belly as it tried to burst with the food he had consumed at lunch. George was almost 60; his short hair had long since turned grey and his waistline was ever expanding. He often said that he felt the same as he did when he was 20, just that his body didn't agree with his mind any longer. His lightweight glasses were often perched on the end of his nose, usually when he needed to read something, the rest of the time his light grey watery eyes were unobstructed from view.

Tom and George had been out for a Friday businessman's lunch, and had consumed good food and some good wine too.

"That it was George," Tom stretched back in his seat on the other side of the desk and put his feet up on the desk.

"George, can I see you," asked Elizabeth as she stuck her head into the open doorway. She glanced over and saw Tom grinning at her, and stared at the floor.

"What is it?" asked George annoyed by her presence; he couldn't believe that she for had fooled him so long. Tom had set him straight though and now he'd found out about her backstabbing glory hound ways; he didn't have a lot of patience with her any longer.

"Mr Albert phoned, those parts we need for the mainframe have come in. They're sending a technician over this afternoon."

"Good, about bloody time, eh Tom?"

"Yeah, it's taken far too long."

"That will be all Elizabeth."

She nodded and turned her back on them, before disappearing from view.

"Hmmm, I don't know Tom. I've always been torn. She has a tight looking arse, and it's probably worth fucking, but I don't think I'd ever have the patience to put up with her bullshit long enough."

Both of them laughed, and Tom grinned to himself.

"I can probably do something about that if you'd like."

George looked at him with curiosity.

"Do tell?"

"Well you see, most people don't know this, she's actually my partner now."

"Huh?" asked George in confusion.

"She's left her pussy of a husband, Paul, and now she's with me. Or more to the point, I own her."

"What do you mean by that?" George was very curious now as he sat forwards in his seat, eager to hear this story.

"She's my sex slave, she does as she's told. I know it sounds impossible, but it's true."

George thought about this for a second, and then sat back dismissively in his chair.

"Nice fantasy Tom, there's no way that ball breaker would be anyone's slave, especially yours."

"Ok I'll show you."

Tom stood up and headed out of George's office to collect his little fuck toy.

Elizabeth stood, hands folded in front of her groin, in George's office, the doors and blinds were closed and Tom and George were both staring at her from their seats opposite her.

George stared at her, taking in every detail of her green blouse and black knee length shirt.

"Tom has been telling me some interesting things Elizabeth."

She looked up in surprise, looking first as George and then over at Tom. Surely he hadn't told George about the money she'd stolen, it was his leverage to blackmail her with, although these days she really didn't have much resolve left and didn't require much motivation to co-operate with her tormentor.

"George doesn't believe that we're a couple," said Tom, happily leaving the statement hanging in the air.

She looked shocked for a moment, and then looked at Tom, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Tell him."

She hung her head in shame.

"Yes George, we're a couple. I've... I've left Paul," she said emotionally as she stumbled over the last few words.

"Well that's not all he's said."

"I also told him that you're my little fuck toy who does as she's told, aren't you?"

She wished that she could just disappear through the floor; she had always thought George gave her lecherous stares whenever he saw her. She thought he was a bit sleazy and she had once overheard him saying inappropriate things about her daughter's 'hot' body after he had seen Jo in her bikini at the company outing to the water park. He was the last person she wanted to be having this conversation with.

"Yes... yes I am," she said in an almost whisper, hoping this wasn't going where she suspected it was heading.

"He doesn't believe us though, so we'd better show him."

She nodded in resignation, and waited for her instructions.

"Open your blouse and show him that you don't wear a bra any longer, not that he'll be very interested in those tiny bumps you call tits."

"Oh I'll take a look," said George magnanimously. "All in the name of the experiment of course. Show me your little tits Elizabeth."

She reached up slowly, and unbuttoned her blouse. She waited for a moment and then with a sigh of defeat she pulled the blouse out of her skirt and pulled it open to reveal her naked breasts.

"Well I'll be damned," chuckled George. "You're right, they are small. You'd better take some time off and go and get them pumped up," laughed George.

She hung her head, hating this humiliation; her little tits were always Tom's favourite targets of any unkind words and now George was joining in too.

"You said you liked her arse George, want to see it?"

"Well, if you don't mind, of course I would."

"You don't mind, do you bitch?" asked Tom.

"No Tom... no, I don't mind."

Tom knew that she did mind, but wouldn't do anything about it. Tom's leverage over her was so good, especially since she'd left Paul. Now if she went to jail, who knew what would happen to Jo, she was old enough and could probably go live with her father, but Elizabeth feared that she might never see her daughter again.

"Pull that skirt up, and show your boss your bare arse."

Slowly she reached down to the hem of her skirt, took hold of the cotton fabric, and slid the tight material up her thighs, to reveal her neatly trimmed bush.

George nodded his appreciation as she slowly turned to show him her arsecheeks.

"Give him a proper look, slut. Bend over and spread them," ordered Tom.

She looked at him pleadingly; she didn't want to have to show her most intimate regions to her boss in this fashion.

Tom glared at her and motioned with his head that she should get moving.

After a moment she bent forwards, and then as George's eyes widened, she reached back and took hold of her cheeks, spreading them apart to reveal her little puckered arsehole and her fleshy cuntlips beneath it.

George was speechless; he sat and stared in amazement at her exposed wares.

"I didn't think I'd ever see that my boy," said George gratefully.

"Would you like to touch it?"

"Can I?" he asked like an excited schoolboy.

"Absolutely, she'll let you do anything I say. Go for it."

George reached out hesitantly, slowly his hand came into contact with the warm flesh of her left buttock, and he felt her flinch slightly. He stopped as he expected her to pull away, slap him and scream sexual assault, but she didn't. He cupped her arse in his hand, and then emboldened by her lack of reaction he grabbed hold of her other cheek, spreading them apart for himself. He watched in fascination as her sticky pussylips would slowly spread apart as he pulled her cheeks wide apart, and then back together they'd go as he pressed her cheeks back together.

"Can I..." George pointed at her pussy and motioned inserting a finger in it.

"Sure, go for it Boss."

George grinned and turned back to the arse before him. He reached out and ran his finger up and down her puffy lips, letting the tip slip in and out of the slit as he moved it around. He wet his finger in his mouth, and then slid it slowly into her pink depths.

Tom looked down at her face, she had her hands on her knees to support herself, and she had her eyes clenched shut. As George reamed her pussy out with his finger, she seemed to be quietly sobbing or something. Tom knew he had cracked her spirit totally now, and grinned happily as he sat back in his seat.

"You seem to be really enjoying yourself George."

"Yes indeed, this is great. Thanks Tom."

"Would you like to fuck her tight little arse? You can you know."

George looked like he'd just been given the biggest shock of his life, and then elation spread across his face.

"Really?"

"Anything you want, knock yourself out."

George quickly set about arranging her over the end of his desk. Elizabeth found herself face down on the cold desk, her nipples pressing into the hard surface. She braced herself for what was coming, and she waited.

"Don't just lay there like a lump woman, help your boss out," yelled Tom. "Spread those flabby arsecheeks of yours so he can see what he's doing."

Elizabeth nodded and reached back to do as she was told. She felt the cold air on her exposed arse crack, as she waited for the violation to come.

George had freed his semi-erect cock, and stood there jacking off as he watched her follow Tom's orders.

He spat on her little puckered anus, and then placed the helmet of his cock against her flesh. Slowly he pressed forwards, feeling his cock slowly penetrating her despite her body's resistance. He eased the length of his cock into her, enjoying the feel of her tight muscle as he ran the length of his cock through it. He felt her warm arsecheeks against his thighs and felt his grey haired ball sack slap against her pussylips.

"This is fantastic Tom," groaned George.

"I know. Give it to her hard and fast, she likes it like that," grinned Tom.

George nodded and started to slam his cock in and out of her defenceless anus as quickly as he could. He loved it when Elizabeth started to grunt and gasp each time he'd ram it into her.

The stimulation of the sight of this little bitch sprawled over his desk with his cock wedged up her uptight arse, her grunting and groaning, not to mention the incredible sensations from her tight arsehole, was sending him towards orgasm like an out of control freight train on fire.

"Slap her arse, she likes that too."

George nodded and started to spank her in time with his thrusts, and with one final slap and a hard shove he rammed his hard erection into her, slamming his desk into the wall as he started to spurt his red-hot come into her unwilling butt.

George then collapsed forwards panting heavily as he laid his hot body over her naked back.

Slowly George backed away from her, and felt a twinge of regret as his cock slid out of her and her arsehole snapped shut behind it.

"Get down there and clean your boss' cock," ordered Tom.

Exhaustedly Elizabeth turned and hauled herself off the end of the desk. She dropped to her knees and grabbed hold of his flaccid cock, covered in their juices.

"Make sure you don't get any on his trousers bitch, otherwise you'll be paying for the dry-cleaning."

She nodded and then moved her head forwards to slip it into her mouth.

Chapter 2

"So it'll be fine for Thursday night?" asked George like an excited puppy.

"Yes, that's fine George."

"Great, Mr Takahashi will be so happy. He's been lusting after her for years now."

"I know George," nodded Tom. He was a bit upset he hadn't thought of something like this himself, but he was looking forward to seeing it.

George had come to him and asked if it would be ok for Elizabeth to entertain their business partners from Japan.

Tom thought it was wonderful, he had had to listen to Elizabeth complain about the external consultants from Takahi Corp coming in taking up their resources and desk space, on many previous occasions. He knew she would hate being forced to be nice to them, let alone what else she would be required to do.

"They're bringing a few of them this time. Our bosses will be very grateful if we can keep these guys happy. Our position isn't as strong in the marketplace as it used to be, and we really need Takahi's help now more than ever."

"Don't worry George, she'll knock their socks off."

"You have got to be joking! I am not 'entertaining' those sleazy Japanese consultants," Elizabeth spat, turning bright red with a mixture of anger and indignation. "That little Takahashi bastard has been trying to grope my arse for years now. Last time he was here I caught him just about to pinch my butt."

Tom stared at her with a cold hard look.

"Do I really need to remind you of your place in this arrangement?"

She looked silently at him for a moment, and then slumped back into her desk chair.

"Please don't make me," she begged him. "I can't do this, not with those guys."

"I'm afraid you will. You have promised George that you will entertain them, and he has promised the board that they will be looked after. You have no choice, and there's no getting out of it."

She held her head in her hands, shaking it slowly from side to side in disbelief at how low she had managed to sink in such a short period of time.

"Now it's time for your meeting in the conference room."

She looked up at him in surprise.

"What meeting?"

He grabbed her arm and pulled her casually to her feet, grabbing a wooden ruler off her desk.

"Your meeting with Mr Ruler here," he said as he gave her arse a whack with the ruler. "He needs to remind you of your place, now get in there," he said as he shoved her forwards in the direction of the room where she was going to be soundly spanked... again.

"Good evening Mr Takahashi, how are you sir?" asked Tom respectfully, playing along for the visitor's benefit, as he opened the door to their limo.

"Hello Tom, we are all well thank you for your concern," smiled the bespectacled, little, middle-aged Japanese man sitting before him.

"Your dinner was pleasant?"

"Yes it was fine, thank you."

"Please follow me," Tom indicated that the four of them should follow him out of their limousine and into the luxurious hotel behind him.

They followed him into the lobby of the Swiss Grand, across the marble floor, past the large sweeping granite staircase and underneath the crystal chandelier to the gold encrusted bay of elevators.

Tom turned the penthouse key in the slot and pressed the button to call for an elevator. One arrived and they all climbed in, and quickly rose silently and smoothly to the top floor of the hotel.

Tom flung open the grand double doors leading into the suite, and like a real estate agent, gave them the quick tour of the facilities.

He threw open the curtains, to reveal the large folding glass doors which allowed the veranda area to be incorporated into the main living area of the suite. He slid open the doors, the warm spring breeze flooded in to fill the room. The four businessmen stood admiring the view of the city outside, the twinkling lights of the world beyond.

"I forget just how small some cities are, compared with Tokyo," laughed Takahashi.

Sato, his number one offsider, laughed also. The other two men were too junior to dare join in, so they nodded in agreement.

"Would you like something to drink gentlemen?"

Tom threw his briefcase down on top of the black shiny dinner table, and draped his suit jacket over one of the high backed black chairs.

"Champagne?" he asked as he pulled an expensive bottle from the ice bucket.

Takahashi nodded, and grinned.

"Please."

Tom handed glasses around, and watched as they began to sip their drinks and settle into the room where they were spending a few hours recreation time this evening.

"I was speaking with George earlier..."

"Yes?" asked Tom, knowingly.

"He suggested that there might be some entertainment planned for tonight?"

Immediately Tom saw the eyes of the other three men light up, Takahashi had obviously been keeping this titbit a surprise.

"Ah yes, would you expect anything less from us."

Mr Takahashi nodded gratefully.

"Now?"

Again Takahashi nodded and then settled back into his chair.

The four of them sat in anticipation as Tom left the room and then returned a moment later, holding the end of a dog leash.

He gave a short tug on it, and a moment later, a woman followed him into the room, crawling on all fours, wearing an elaborate black and diamante masquerade mask adorned with black fluffy feathers, a black diamante leather dog collar which matched her leash, black stay up stockings, black leather high heels and nothing else. Her hair had been wetted down and slicked back like a skullcap and they could see that her face had been made up almost like a cross between a cabaret dancer and a prostitute. Her face was pale, almost white, she had bright red lipstick on her lips and there was a fake black beauty spot near her mouth on her cheek. From what they could see under the mask she was wearing black eyeliner and false eyelashes, her eyelids had been made up in a dark shade of green, and as they would discover later on, her nipples had also been given a touch up with some red coloured blush.

Tom heard the intake of breath as he led her into the room; he knew they didn't know who it was yet, that they were just happily appreciating the whole spectacle before them.

Elizabeth was hoping that Tom wouldn't remove the mask, at least she might be allowed to retain some shred of dignity.

Tom led her to the couches where the men were sitting, parading her before them like a prized show dog. As she was led along, they reached out one by one and were not shy about fondling her tits, arse or even trying to quickly dip a finger in between her pussy lips from behind.

Tom came to a halt on the opposite side of the coffee table, separating her from them.

"Acceptable?"

"Positively, Tom. She's wonderful."

Tom nodded his thanks, and indicated that they should move the table out of the way.

Quickly the two junior men jumped to work and lifted the table over the lounge chairs.

Tom led Elizabeth into the middle of the area, onto a nice plush rug. He left her on all fours, and turned her around so that her arse was pointed straight at Takahashi.

"Mr Takahashi, you have first choice of course."

He climbed down off the lounge, and crawled in behind her. He stood up on his knees and cupped her arsecheeks in his hands.

"I love her backside Tom. She reminds me of that Elizabeth from your office. I liked her arse too."

Elizabeth was screaming out mentally as she felt this man groping her arse, and talking about her. She hoped he didn't realise who she actually was. She felt a tear trickle down her face, as this little weasel began to abuse her arse cheeks. She yelped, almost like a dog, as he rammed his finger into her arsehole without warning, and Tom smiled at her as he watched another tear roll down her cheek.

"Yes you've always had a thing for our resident bitch, haven't you?" asked Tom, more rhetorically than anything else.

"Yes, she has a very fine example of a nice western backside," he said as he pulled the finger that had been violating her backside, out of her tight hole.

Tom saw Takahashi undo his trousers and drop them down to the floor, collecting around his knees.

"In honour of her fine arse, I will sample this one first," and without any further ado, Takahashi spat on her arsehole as he pulled her cheeks apart to expose it again. He lunged forwards like a kamikaze and sank his erect cock into the tight anus before him.

Elizabeth groaned in pain, biting her lip so as not to cry out further.

"She is very tight Tom, a fantastic specimen," he groaned as he started to plough her backside.

Tom stepped forwards and without warning he pulled the mask from her face, and stepped back away from her.

Sato gasped as he recognised who it was that his boss was arse fucking.

"It's her," he hissed in Takahashi's ear, as he continued to fuck away.

"Who?"

"The bitchy one, Elizabeth," he said in disbelief.

Takahashi paused for a moment, and grabbed her head, forcing her to turn and face him.

Elizabeth strained her neck so as not to turn, but after a quick slap from Sato, she faced the little man who was raping her arse, and then looked back down at the rug beneath her overcome with the shame of it all.

"My god, it is her! How have you managed this miracle?" asked a stunned Takahashi, who was overcome with a great feeling of lust as he realised whose arse he was in.

"Let's just say she owes me a favour or two, so I cashed one of them in for you Mr Takahashi," said Tom laying it on a bit thick, just as George would have wanted.

"I am honoured that you would do this for me Tom. I am now in your debt," he bowed slightly, as much as he could with his cock still buried in Elizabeth's arsehole, and then resumed fucking it.

Elizabeth grunted and groaned as Takahashi pounded away at her.

"You need to learn a lesson, not to be so rude to people, little bitch!" spat Takahashi as he slammed his manhood in and out, abusing her hole as best he could.

"Apologise to Mr Takahashi for being so rude, and for not allowing him the use of your body which he so richly deserved," ordered Tom.

She looked up at him standing in front of her, imploring him not to make her do this.

"Now."

She hung her head in shame, and grunted in pain as he slammed himself into her again.

"I'm sorry Mr Takahashi, I have been very rude to you and I didn't allow you the access to my body that you deserved. Please forgive me," she groaned as he buried his cock in as far as he could get it.

Tom enjoyed watching the spectacle before him. Elizabeth clenched her teeth and tried not to react as Takahashi, clinging desperately to her arse, pounded away as hard as he could to get her to react. Little beads of sweat were trickling down her forehead, and he was sure that despite the makeup she was turning red in the face, a mixture of shame and pain no doubt.

"I see you have finally learnt some manners. You have done very well Tom, you will be rewarded," he groaned as he began to come deep inside her arse.

"Ok, who's next?" asked Tom happily as he watched Mr Takahashi slump back against the lounge chair, and Sata moved forwards to take his turn, followed by the others.

The four of them had been pounding away at Elizabeth for a couple of hours now. She had taken cocks in her arse, her pussy and her mouth, the hot jism from these businessmen was still dripping slowly out of her pussy and arse, and now she found herself in the middle of a circle jerk. Bukkake is what the Japanese call it when multiple men come all over your face or body, Tom informed her, and she was about to be on the receiving end of it.

Takahashi had invited Tom to join them, so Elizabeth was moving from one cock to the next, sucking one while jerking off two others with her hands. She had gone around the circle several times when one of the junior men started to come. Quickly he moved forwards, grabbed her head and held his cock against her cheek as he began to squirt his sticky load over her face. The other junior guy saw this and it started him off too, he squirted over her other cheek, now leaving white sticky come slowly running down her face.

Sato and Tom were both next, Sato was spraying his load indiscriminately over her face, whilst Tom was doing his best to actually aim for her eyes, forcing her to close them.

Takahashi was last, and he told her to open her mouth, and he then emptied his load into her mouth, making sure he missed a bit and got some on her lips and up her nose.

She collapsed backwards down off her knees onto her arse, and sat there coughing for a moment, as she felt the hot come slowly oozing down her face.

"I can't see, can someone clean this off my eyes?" she begged.

"Wipe it off with your hands, and then lick it up you stupid cow," barked Takahashi.

Realising she was going to get no further assistance, she began to slowly try and scoop it up off her face with her fingers, before gingerly sucking it into her mouth and trying not to gag as she swallowed it.

"She is truly broken. Tom you have done wonders, how remarkable."

Takahashi was genuinely impressed and continued to go on about it as he dressed himself. He watched Elizabeth slowly cleaning the sperm off her face, and loved every second of it.

"I will have more time here next year Tom. I hope you can arrange for her to spend the night?"

"For you Mr Takahashi, I'm sure we can manage something."

Elizabeth looked up in horror, shaking her head no, as Tom laughed and nodded happily.

"Make sure you send me a copy of the DVD," giggled Takahashi tapping the camera tripod as he walked past it on the way out.

Chapter 3

George had been ecstatic after the fantastic report that had come through from Japan. Takahashi loved their company, and he loved this department in particular, no doubt thanks to Tom and Elizabeth. George was happy and he'd grabbed hold of Elizabeth for a celebratory blowjob, he knew Tom wouldn't mind.

Tom had created a monster, and he was happily indulging him. George would do whatever Tom wanted, as long as it meant he could play with Elizabeth in his office. Sometimes Tom would go in and watch or even join in the abuse of one of the bitch's holes, other times he was happy to let George have his fun whilst he attended to other matters.

After a few weeks George was getting a bit agitated, Tom could see it on his face.

"Ok George, what's wrong. I can see you want to say something to me, just spit it out," Tom sat down in his usual chair and shut the door to the office.

"Hang on for a sec," said George as he hung his head back in pleasure and grabbed for something under the desk.

Tom could tell that George was coming, and a quick glance confirmed his suspicions, as he saw Elizabeth's head bobbing up and down on his cock underneath the desk.

Tom waited for him to finish and then he sent her on her way.

"Go and do some work, what the hell do I pay you for," yelled George in mock seriousness at the retreating woman as she disappeared out the door.

"Well? What's the problem?"

George looked at him for a moment, trying to decide how to start.

"It's to do with Elizabeth..."

"What's the bitch done, she'll be so sorry!" Tom started to stand up to go and get her.

"No, she's fine. It's just that I find myself wanting something."

"Whatever it is, she'll do it."

"Well it's not so much her... it's her daughter."

"Jo?"

"Yes Jo," said George as he licked his lips thinking about her. "She's so hot, I just have to have her. Can you help me?"

"I know what you mean. I'll see what I can arrange Boss."

"Thank you Tom, I'll be eternally grateful if you can make it happen."

"Please Tom, not again," Elizabeth threw herself down onto her knees begging her master.

"I decide what happens around here don't I?"

"Yes sir. But she's my daughter, I can't just pimp her out to my boss."

"Well I'm prepared to compromise," said Tom, sitting down in the lounge chair, while waiting for his dinner to be served.

"Yes master?" asked Elizabeth hopefully.

"George wants to fuck her, but I'd be prepared to only let him fuck her arsehole, at least she won't get pregnant then, now will she? How does that sound to you?"

Elizabeth knew she couldn't win; this was probably the best option she was likely to get.

"If you insist on handing my daughter over to that man, then yes it will have to do."

"It's not like you really had a choice now is it."

Tom sipped his drink happily.

"Oh, we'll need another bottle of my special wine too."

George smacked his lips together in satisfaction, he hadn't had Elizabeth's cooking before and she was every bit as good as she had always boasted. He would have to let Tom know he wanted to sample her cooking on a regular basis.

He stretched back in his chair and looked over at Tom. Tom was happily finishing his meal, whilst Elizabeth was staring down at hers and Jo was ignoring them all watching TV over their shoulders as she quickly gobbled her food down. She was watching some tacky soap opera, which Tom was indulging whilst he was still allowing her to believe that everything in her life, aside from her father being thrown out onto the street, was business as usual.

George winked at Tom as he caught Tom's eye, and Tom nodded his understanding.

"I think I'll get some more wine," said Tom as he stood up. Elizabeth inhaled deeply, and Jo ignored them and continued watching TV.

Tom went out to the kitchen and came back a few moments later with 4 glasses of red wine.

"Here you go Jo, I know you like it, so it's a bit of a treat."

"Stop trying to pretend you're my father or something," she snapped as she grabbed the glass from him anyway.

"You're welcome," chuckled Tom as he watched her drink the drugged wine.

It was almost morbid, the scene that followed, Elizabeth waited in dread whilst George waited barely able to contain his lust, and Tom sat happily just waiting for the whole thing to come together. The three of them sat and watched as Jo finished her drink, and continued watching TV. They waited and after a few minutes they noticed that she started to look a bit drowsy. After several more minutes she started to slump forwards in her chair, and after another minute she was snoring.

That was like a green light to George who almost leapt out of his chair, cock already visibly erect through his trousers.

"It's about time, I thought I was going to die of erection overload waiting for that little strumpet to pass out."

"George, please remember our agreement," said Tom.

George nodded and with a sweep of his arm he pushed the plates and cutlery away from the area in front of Jo. Quickly he hauled her sleeping form up onto the table, laying her face down on the wood. He looked at her skirt-covered arse for a moment and then he grabbed hold of her senior's uniform skirt and threw it up to reveal her white panties. With a quick yank he tore them off and pocketed the ripped fabric.

"A souvenir," he grinned as he unzipped his fly, whilst staring at the delicate white peach presented to him.

Elizabeth shuddered as she watched George reach out and fondle her daughter's cheeks, and then he gave out a low groan of animal pleasure. She turned away as she couldn't bear to watch this.

After spitting on the defenceless arsehole before him, he lined himself up and gave a hard thrust into Jo's nearly virgin arsehole.

Pressing forwards he felt the length slide inside her, and then he was hard up against her warm thighs.

"Oh my god Tom, this is incredible. Her arsehole is so tight..."

Tom nodded in agreement, and sipped his wine as he watched George begin to plough in and out of the sleeping chick's arse.

Tom knew just how tight that hole was, and he also knew just how excited George was, it wouldn't be long before it was all over.

George's head snapped back as he thrust deep inside her and then held himself in place as he happily flooded her rectum with his hot sperm.

He groaned again in pleasure and then slumped back into the discarded chair behind him.

"You'd better go and clean him up before he stains the upholstery," ordered Tom, glaring at Elizabeth.

Reluctantly she rose from her chair, and made her way around the table to her boss. She dropped to her knees and gingerly took his messy cock into her mouth. She grimaced as she sucked it between her lips and worked her tongue around the length of it, making sure she got every last drop of everything off it, just as she had been instructed to do.

"Ok, it's late," said Tom while he waited for her to return to her seat. "We'd better get dessert organised and I think it's past Jo's bedtime."

George snickered at this statement, the looked over at Elizabeth.

"If dessert is anything like dinner, then I'd love some."

Elizabeth nodded at George and headed off to the kitchen.

"I'll just pop Jo into her bed," said Tom as he hauled her unconscious form up off the table and then dragged her down the hall to her room.

Dessert was some kind of chocolate mousse dish, and both George and Tom savoured every mouthful.

"This is exquisite Elizabeth, you're a fine cook."

"Thank you sir," she really didn't know how to react in this particular situation. They were both behaving as normal, as though her boss hadn't just buggered her daughter right here on the table in front of her.

"I told you she was a good chef, and don't worry George I can arrange some more culinary delights for you in future."

"Thank you my boy, I like an employee who has respect for their boss. Don't think I'll forget this fine treatment in a hurry."

Tom filled their glasses again with normal wine and they continued to drink and laugh, Tom and George anyway, Elizabeth just sat quietly and drank.

"I need to go, Tom where's the bath room?"

"Up the hall there, and around to the right, at the end."

George nodded, and wandered off up the hallway.

"See that wasn't all that bad now was it. Just like last time she'll be none the wiser, and George is in our debt."

Elizabeth didn't look at all impressed by this.

"I suppose it could have been worse."

"Yes it could, now don't just sit there moping, clean up these dirty dishes."

Elizabeth jumped up and began to clear away the used crockery, happy to be doing something normal that didn't involve defiling her daughter.

A few minutes later she re-emerged from the kitchen to find Tom sitting happily, drinking his wine alone.

"Where's George?"

"He hasn't come back from the bathroom yet. He's been gone quite a while hasn't he..." Tom grinned evilly.

Elizabeth turned on her heel and ran up the hallway, skidding to a halt in her daughter's doorway.

Before her was the sight she had been hoping not to see.

Her daughter lay unconscious on the bed, her blouse had been opened and her bra removed to reveal her pert breasts, she could see them shining with spit under the light from the bedside lamp.

Jo's legs were spread apart and between them lay George, whose pants were lying in a heap on the floor beside the bed. Elizabeth watched in the horror of the moment, as she saw her boss already parting the folds of her daughter's sweet little pussy, ramming his cock in and out of her, violating her pussy, just as he had violated her arse moments earlier.

Tom moved in behind her, and put his arms around her like a loving husband.

"Look, your little girl's all grown up. She's putting out for your boss, like mother like daughter," he chuckled.

She spun around and began pummelling her fists on his chest, ineffectually.

"You promised, you bastard, now he's in here fucking her. I bet he's not even wearing a condom," she sobbed as she slumped to the floor at Tom's feet.

"You're quite right my dear," yelled out George as he looked up from his conquest and grinned. "I'm bareback and I intend on putting my bastard child in her belly," he grinned as he heard the sobs from the floor.

"Don't blame Tom, he didn't plan this. I saw the opportunity as I walked past and I just couldn't resist," he giggled like a schoolboy. "Oh yeah baby, here comes Uncle George," he groaned as he began to spurt his second load of the night, into her pussy this time.

"Yeah take that," he groaned as he felt his orgasm slow and then stop. He collapsed happily on top of the young woman beneath him, and lay there panting, as she snored quietly in his ear.

"I think I have a new goal Tom," said George as he raised himself up on one elbow.

"What's that George?"

"I want to knock this little bitch up," he smiled from ear to ear as he looked down at his conquest.

"No!" screamed Elizabeth from the floor.

"Shut it!" ordered Tom. She continued to whimper, but he let that slide.

"Well I suppose further visits could be arranged George, but something like that is not something I could just give away you know."

"I realise this my friend, I'll make it worth your while don't worry."

Tom nodded, as his mind ticked over. He had always wanted a nice corner office and a secretary, perhaps even a change of scenery, like one of the satellite offices. Then another thought flashed across his mind, what could he achieve if he introduced Elizabeth and Jo to the General Manager, Julianne. Tom smiled at his own ingenuity; Julianne was an out of the closet, butch, strap-on wearing, dyke. She would love to get her hands on this pair.

Tom knew that it was going to be a fantastic week ahead.

"Ok George you'd better get going, we've all got work in the morning."

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