Chapter 1: Introduction
The city sprawled beneath her like a circuit board, gleaming and obedient. From the forty-seventh floor, Susie Haltmann could trace the arteries of traffic, the pulsing lights of rival corporations, all of it subdued, distant. Her office was a monument to cold victory: sleek chrome, glass, a single massive desk carved from obsidian. Her throne, as she thought of it, wasn’t a chair but a command module, upholstered in leather so dark it drank the light.
She leaned back, the material groaning under her weight. Her body, a testament to both relentless discipline and impossible genetics, felt both powerful and restless. The custom-tailored navy blazer strained across her shoulders; the skirt was a mere formality. Beneath the polished surface, a different kind of energy thrummed, a heavy, demanding presence between her legs. She shifted, and the familiar, substantial weight of her cock, already half-stiff from idle thought, pressed against the confines of her underwear. It was a problem and a promise, all at once.
A soft, insistent buzz from her desk console broke the silence. Not a call. A different alert. The corner of her mouth lifted. She tapped the screen, and a live feed from Conference Room B opened. Evelyn, her secretary, was pouring water for the board members. She looked impeccable: sleek black bob, fitted grey dress, professional smile.
Susie’s finger hovered over a discrete toggle on her keyboard. With a soft click, she activated the remote.
On the feed, Evelyn’s step hitched. Just for a fraction of a second. Her professional smile didn’t falter, but Susie saw the subtle tightening of her knuckles around the pitcher. The toy inside her, sleek and powerful, had just hummed to life on its lowest setting. Evelyn continued her rounds, her movements becoming just a touch more careful, more deliberate.
Susie had been sleeping with Evelyn ever since they got drunk on one business trip and had sex in their hotel. Her huge cock was what Evelyn kept coming back for. They kept sleeping together, even at the office. Fucking in Susie's soundproof office, on the desk, on the floor, on the couch, against the windows. Everywhere. It got to the point where Susie had remote toys for Evelyn, loving to see how it affected her during meetings. Sometimes Evelyn would be under Susie's desk and sucking her off while Susie was working, even secretly when unexpected visitors arrived.
The memory of that first time, the shocked hunger in Evelyn’s eyes when she’d seen what was under Susie’s skirt, still sent a jolt through her. It hadn’t been about connection. It had been about consumption, about Evelyn’s willing, awe-struck submission to something utterly overwhelming.
She watched the screen, her own hand drifting down to palm herself through the fine wool of her skirt. The fabric was already damp. She increased the intensity by one notch.
In Conference Room B, Evelyn was now seated, taking notes. Her pen stopped mid-sentence. She pressed her thighs together, a slight flush visible on her neck even through the monitor. One of the board members asked her a question. She looked up, her eyes slightly glazed, and answered with perfect, rehearsed clarity. No one else saw the war being waged under the table.
Susie’s breath grew heavier. This was the real power. Not the stock reports. This. Controlling the tide of someone’s need while the world saw only efficiency. She unbuttoned her blazer, then the top button of her blouse. The ache between her legs was a deep, persistent throb now. She needed more.
She typed a quick, ruthless message to Evelyn’s private pager: My office. Now. Claim your lunch break.
On the screen, Evelyn read the message. Susie saw the sharp intake of breath, the barely contained tremor. Evelyn murmured an excuse, stood with fluid grace, and left the room. Her walk was a masterpiece of controlled tension.
Susie killed the feed. She stood up, rounding the desk. The anticipation was a drug. She heard the faint snick of the magnetic lock disengaging, and the office door opened and shut in less than a second.
Evelyn stood there, back against the door, her professional composure shattered. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted. “You’re a fucking monster,” she breathed, but her eyes were dark with want.
“You knew that when you came back the second time,” Susie said, her voice a low rumble. She didn’t move. “Show me.”
With frantic hands, Evelyn hiked up her conservative grey dress. She wasn’t wearing underwear. The sleek, obsidian remote toy was nestled inside her, glistening with her arousal. She was so wet it shone.
“Take it out,” Susie commanded.
Evelyn obeyed, fingers slipping, a low whine escaping her as she removed it. She held the buzzing thing in her hand, trembling.
“On the desk. Now. On your back.”
It was not a request. Evelyn scrambled onto the obsidian surface, papers scattering like frightened birds. She lay back, her head hanging over the far edge, her knees falling open in a lewd, welcoming V. The sight of her, splayed across the symbol of Susie’s corporate dominion, sent a surge of pure possession through Susie’s veins.
She unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her feet. Her cock, fully freed now, sprang upward, thick and viciously hard. It was a brutal weight, vein-corded and demanding, her balls a heavy, full sac beneath. Evelyn stared at it, a mix of terror and rapture on her face.
“You want it?” Susie growled, fisting her length, giving it two slow, brutal pumps.
“Yes. God, yes, please, Susie—”
“Then beg for it. Properly.”
Evelyn’s words came in a desperate, filthy stream. “Please fuck me with that monster cock. I need it. I’m empty. I’ve been thinking about it all morning, feeling that fucking toy and thinking about you. Please split me open on it.”
Susie climbed onto the desk, kneeling between Evelyn’s spread thighs. The head of her cock, slick with her own pre-cum, nudged against Evelyn’s soaked entrance. She didn’t push in. She just rubbed the thick tip against her, teasing the swollen clit, painting her with fluid.
Evelyn sobbed, her hips bucking uselessly. “Please!”
With a grunt, Susie leaned her weight forward and shoved.
There was no gentle slide. It was a conquest. Evelyn cried out, a sharp, guttural sound as she was impaled, stretched wide around the invading thickness. Susie bottomed out in one relentless stroke, her hips meeting Evelyn’s ass, her own breath catching at the hot, vise-tight clutch around her.
“Fuck. You’re so goddamn tight,” Susie snarled. She withdrew halfway and slammed back in.
The rhythm she set was punitive, majestic. The desk creaked with every drive of her hips. The sounds were obscene: the wet slap of skin, Susie’s guttural curses, Evelyn’s ragged, pleading moans. Susie watched her own cock disappear, again and again, into the willing, gripping heat, the sight driving her closer to the edge.
She felt the cosmic pressure building in her core, in her enormous, churning balls. It was a tidal force. Three thousand gallons wasn’t a metaphor; it was a seismic event waiting to happen.
“I’m gonna come,” she warned, her voice ragged.
“Inside, please, fill me up!” Evelyn screamed, her nails scratching grooves into the obsidian.
Susie’s vision whited out. With a final, brutal thrust, she buried herself to the hilt and let go.
It wasn’t a spurt. It was a cataclysmic release. A torrent of hot, thick cum erupted from her, flooding Evelyn in a seemingly endless geyser. It filled her, overwhelmed her, spilled out around the edges of where their bodies were joined in a copious, rushing stream that pattered onto the desk and dripped onto the floor. Susie rode the waves of it, grunting with each powerful pulse, until Evelyn’s belly visibly swelled under her dress.
When it finally subsided, Susie slumped forward, bracing herself on the desk. The air reeked of sex and salt. Evelyn lay beneath her, utterly wrecked, gasping, cum leaking from her.
The intercom on the desk buzzed, Mr. Hightower’s voice tinny through the speaker. “Ms. Haltmann? Your one-thirty is here.”
Susie looked down at the mess, at the blissed-out woman on her desk, at the sheer, vulgar evidence of her power. She pressed the reply button, her voice steady, perfectly calm.
“Have them wait five minutes, please. I’m concluding a negotiation.”Susie
The line went dead. Silence, save for Evelyn’s ragged breathing and the soft drip of fluid onto the floor. Susie took a deep, satisfied breath, the scent of sex thick in the air. She reached over without looking and pressed a small, recessed button on the side of her desk. A near-silent hum filled the room as the advanced air filtration system embedded in the ceiling vents engaged, pulling the musky odor from the room and replacing it with the sterile, citrus-tinged scent of corporate cleanliness.
With practiced efficiency, Susie withdrew from Evelyn’s well-used cunt, a fresh gush of cum following her exit. Evelyn whimpered at the loss. Susie ignored her, snatching a handful of linen towels from a concealed drawer. She wiped the mess from the obsidian surface first, then threw a towel at Evelyn. “Clean yourself. Quickly.”
While Evelyn blotted at her thighs with trembling hands, Susie returned to the drawer. She pulled out two objects: one, a smooth, bulbous plug of black silicone; the other, longer and tapered, made of gleaming steel. She held them up.
“Turn over. On your knees at the edge of the desk.”
Evelyn obeyed, shuffling into position, her belly still distended, her back arched. Susie smoothed a hand over Evelyn’s swollen pussy, collecting a slick handful of her own cum. She slicked the silicone plug generously. “This one’s to keep my property inside you.” She pushed it firmly into Evelyn’s stretched opening. It seated with a soft pop, a satisfying seal. Evelyn gasped, feeling the full weight of it inside her.
Without pause, Susie lubed the steel taper. “And this,” she said, her voice calm, instructional, “is to get your ass ready for me. I’m thinking about taking that later.” She pressed the cool tip against Evelyn’s tight rear entrance. Evelyn flinched, then pushed back, a low moan escaping her. Susie worked it in slowly, relentlessly, until the flared base nestled snug against her skin. “There. Now you’re plugged front and back. Just how I like you.”
She grasped Evelyn under the arms and lifted her off the desk with ease, setting her wobbling feet on the floor. “Under the desk. Now.”
Evelyn moved, half-stumbling, the foreign objects inside her making every step a vivid reminder. She crawled into the spacious footwell, a plush, sound-dampening carpet beneath her knees. She was already leaning forward, her mouth open, before Susie had even settled into her chair. Susie watched, a smirk playing on her lips, as Evelyn nuzzled against the soft, sticky flesh of her cock, still glistening with their mixed fluids. Evelyn’s tongue laved a broad stripe along the underside, her lips closing around the head with a desperate, hungry suction.
“Good little cockslut,” Susie murmured, fastening the last button on her blouse. She smoothed her hair, took a final centering breath, and sat back in her command chair. She rolled forward, her thighs parting around Evelyn’s head.
She gathered a fistful of Evelyn’s sleek black hair, not to guide, but to possess. Evelyn needed no guidance. She took Susie deep into her throat, gagging slightly before relaxing, her nose buried in blonde pubic curls. Susie let her work for a moment, enjoying the wet, eager heat of her mouth, the obscene sounds of her sucking. Then, with a firm grip on her hair, Susie began to move. Short, controlled thrusts of her hips, fucking Evelyn’s face in a slow, possessive rhythm.
“That’s it,” Susie breathed, her eyes fixed on the office door. “You just stay there and suck. Don’t stop.”
A sharp knock echoed through the office. Susie didn’t falter in her rhythm, her hips pumping steadily into Evelyn’s willing mouth. She raised her voice, perfectly level, perfectly clear.
“Come in.”
The door opened.
Evelyn didn’t miss a stroke. Her mouth, hot and desperate, continued its rhythm, swallowing Susie deep. The only change was the subtle shift in the angle of Susie’s thighs, creating a deeper shadow, a more complete shield. From the doorway, all anyone would see was Susie Haltmann, CEO, seated regally behind her obsidian desk, her posture perfect.
Danielle from Marketing stepped inside, a file folder tucked under her arm. She had that look—polished, ambitious, a slight predatory gleam in her eye that Susie recognized intimately. Her blouse was cut just low enough, her skirt just tight enough. She was one of Susie’s sluts too. Their affair was a series of stolen, reckless moments: bent over a photocopier, riding Susie in a locked conference room as the night cleaning staff vacuumed outside, once even in the echoing concrete stairwell, Danielle’s moans bouncing off the walls.
“You wanted the Q3 projections, Susie,” Danielle said, her voice smooth. She placed the folder on the desk, her eyes locking with Susie’s. There was a challenge there, a dirty secret passing between them.
“I did. Walk me through the top line,” Susie said, her voice even. Beneath the desk, her hand found the small, discreet remote in her blazer pocket. Her thumb slid over the controls.
She clicked the first button.
A low, powerful vibrator hummed to life inside the silicone plug buried in Evelyn’s cum-filled pussy. Evelyn’s sucking faltered for a split second, a muffled gasp vibrating around Susie’s cock before she redoubled her efforts, her tongue fluttering wildly.
Danielle leaned forward, pointing to a figure on the page. “The Ridgefield acquisition is outperforming. We’re looking at a seventeen percent boost in the sector.” Her cleavage was right there, those hot big tits Susie had bitten and squeezed in so many semi-public places.
Susie clicked the second button.
The steel plug in Evelyn’s ass began to rotate slowly, then retract partway before pressing inward again, a relentless, invasive simulation. Evelyn’s body jerked. Susie felt the clench of her throat, the desperate swallow. A thin line of spit escaped past her lips, slicking Susie’s balls.
“Seventeen is acceptable,” Susie replied, keeping her gaze leveled at Danielle. “But I expected twenty. What’s the blockage?”
“Market volatility in the Asia-Pac pipeline,” Danielle said, tapping the page. Her finger was elegant, manicured. Susie remembered those fingers scratching down her back on a public beach at dusk, sand gritty everywhere.
Susie’s imagination ignited. She saw not the office, but a storage closet, shelves rattling. Evelyn on her knees, that perfect mouth busy, while Danielle was bent over a crate, Susie driving into her from behind, each thrust pushing Danielle’s face against a box labeled ‘FRAGILE’. The smell of dust and sex. She imagined the subway, the erratic jolt of the car, Danielle in her lap, skirt hiked, riding her covertly as commuters stared at phones, Evelyn standing guard, her hand under her own skirt, working the remote Susie had given her.
“Reroute the assets through the Singapore subsidiary,” Susie instructed, her voice a low command. Beneath the desk, she began to move her hips in tiny, controlled pulses, fucking Evelyn’s face in time with the rotating plug. “Leverage the tax break. I want twenty-two.”
“That’s aggressive,” Danielle breathed, and it wasn’t just about the numbers. Her pupils were dilated.
“I am aggressive,” Susie said. She imagined both of them now, in this office. Evelyn, that perfect cock-socket, pinned on the desk. Danielle, those magnificent tits in her face, kneeling over Evelyn, lowering herself onto Susie’s mouth. A twisted, gasping daisy chain of ownership. She imagined pounding into Evelyn’s ass while Danielle rode Evelyn’s face, a symphony of slapping skin and choked cries, a puddle of their mixed fluids on the pristine floor.
Her own climax began to coil again, a dangerous pressure building at the base of her spine. Evelyn’s gagging was more pronounced, her rhythm becoming erratic as the toys inside her worked their mechanical torture. Susie’s grip on the remote was tight.
“Do you have a problem with aggressive, Danielle?” Susie asked, her tone icy, even as her core burned.
Danielle’s lips curved. “No, ma’am. I prefer it.”
The intercom buzzed again, a sharp, unforgiving sound. “Ms. Haltmann, your one-thirty is insisting.”
The spell snapped. The fantasy of a twinned, sobbing submission evaporated, leaving the stark reality of the office, the visitor, the mess under her desk.
Susie released the buttons on the remote. The plugs inside Evelyn went still. She pushed Evelyn’s head away gently but firmly, her cock slipping from that wet, bruised mouth with a soft, obscene pop.
“Understood. One minute,” Susie said into the intercom. She looked at Danielle, all business. “Make it twenty-two. I don’t care how. Dismissed.”
Danielle straightened, the heat between them banked but not extinguished. “Yes, Susie.” She left, the click of her heels precise.
Silence. Susie looked down. Evelyn was a wreck, tears cutting through her mascara, her lipstick smeared beyond recognition, her body trembling from the aftershocks of the vibrations. Cum glistened on her chin.
“The storage closet at the end of the hall,” Susie said, her voice calm as she tucked herself back into her damp underwear, fastening her skirt. “Wait for me there. On your knees. I’m not finished with you.”
Evelyn crawled out, unsteady, adjusting her dress with shaking hands. She didn’t speak. She just obeyed, slipping out the private side door.
Susie took a final breath, the citrus air sanitizer now overwhelmingly clean. She pressed a button, and the main office door unlocked with a heavy thunk.
“Send him in,” she said, her voice carrying the absolute, untouchable authority of a woman who had just been blown under her desk and was already planning her next conquest.
The meeting was a blur of numbers and projections, the man from Logistics droning on about throughput and efficiency. Susie nodded at all the right points, her expression one of sharp, unwavering focus. Beneath the desk, she subtly rubbed her thighs together, the ghost of Evelyn’s mouth still buzzing on her skin, the wet spot in her underwear a secret, cooling brand. She approved his proposals in half the allotted time, her decisiveness leaving him flustered and grateful as he scurried out.
The moment the door clicked shut, the polished mask dissolved. Arousal, banked but never extinguished, roared back through her veins like a switched-on current. She stood, not bothering to adjust her skirt. The storage closet. The thought was a command.
The hallway was empty, corporate silence reigning. Her heels were the only sound, crisp and authoritative on the polished concrete. She reached the unmarked door at the end of the utility corridor, her hand pausing on the handle. From within, she heard a muffled gasp, a wet, sliding sound.
She opened the door without knocking.
The closet was a narrow canyon of shelves stacked with reams of paper, toner cartridges, and forgotten binders. The light was a single, harsh fluorescent bar overhead. And beneath it, they were a tangled, beautiful mess.
Evelyn was pressed against a low shelf, her grey dress hiked around her waist. Danielle was pinned against her, their mouths locked in a fierce, hungry kiss. Danielle’s hands were gripping Evelyn’s ass, pulling her closer. Evelyn’s arm was between them, her hand working frantically under the hem of Danielle’s skirt. The rhythmic, slick sound of fingers plunging into a wet cunt was unmistakable.
“Oh fuck, Danielle, right there,” Evelyn moaned into the other woman’s mouth, her hips stuttering.
Susie leaned against the doorframe, a slow smile spreading across her face. She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall. She freed her cock, already thick and heavy with blood, and gave it a few slow, possessive strokes as she watched. They were so lost in each other they hadn’t even heard the door.
She moved silently, a predator in her own domain. The scent of their arousal – musky, sweet, layered with perfume – filled the small space. She stopped behind Evelyn, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body. With her free hand, she reached around, her fingers finding the cool, flared base of the steel plug nestled between Evelyn’s ass cheeks.
She pulled it out in one smooth, steady motion.
Evelyn gasped into Danielle’s mouth, her back arching. “Mmm, yes, baby, do that again,” she breathed, mistaking the sensation for Danielle’s touch.
Susie spat into her palm, slicked the head of her cock, and positioned it at the newly vacant, tight pucker.
She pushed.
Not slowly. Not gently. She sheathed herself in one relentless, dominating thrust, burying every thick inch into Evelyn’s ass.
Evelyn’s eyes flew open. She tore her mouth from Danielle’s with a choked cry. “Wha—?!”
“Surprise, cunt,” Susie growled, her hands clamping on Evelyn’s hips. She didn’t wait, didn’t allow for adjustment. She pulled back and slammed home again, setting a brutal, piston-fast rhythm that shook the shelves. The slap of Susie’s thighs against Evelyn’s ass was a loud, rhythmic crack in the small room.
Danielle stumbled back, her eyes wide, then dark with lust. She looked from Susie’s face, contorted in fierce pleasure, to where her massive cock disappeared into Evelyn. Without a word, she hopped up onto the large multifunction printer that dominated a rolling cart, her back against the wall. She hitched her skirt up, spread her legs wide, and crooked a finger.
“C’mere, Ev. You started me, you finish me.”
Susie agreed. With a rough hand on the back of Evelyn’s neck, she shoved the woman forward, bending her at the waist, guiding her face directly into Danielle’s dripping pussy. “Eat her out. Do a good job,” Susie commanded, her hips never breaking their punishing pace.
Evelyn moaned, the sound vibrating against Danielle’s folds as her tongue licked out instinctively. Susie watched, her thrusts deepening, as Evelyn feasted, her own ass being ruthlessly fucked. Susie lifted a hand and brought it down hard on Evelyn’s ass cheek. A bright red handprint bloomed on the pale skin.
“Fuck! Yes!” Evelyn cried out, her voice muffled by Danielle’s cunt.
As Susie spanked her again, Evelyn’s hands flailed for purchase on the printer. Her fingers splayed across the control panel. Buttons beeped erratically. The machine whirred to life, a green light scanning from one end to the other.
Brrr-zt. Click. Whir.
No one noticed. Danielle’s head was thrown back, her hands fisted in Evelyn’s hair, grinding against her mouth. Susie was a machine of conquest, her world narrowed to the exquisite tight heat of Evelyn’s ass and the obscene, wet sounds of cunnilingus.
The printer continued its work. The automatic document feeder, empty, simply scanned the flat glass bed. And on that glass, reflected in the lid, was a perfectly framed, shockingly detailed image: the swollen, pink split of Danielle’s pussy, glistening with saliva and her own juice, with Evelyn’s frantic, worshipping tongue at its center. The scanner light passed over it, capturing every fold, every glisten.
Susie pulled Evelyn upright by her hair, spinning her around. “My turn,” she panted, pushing Evelyn against the now-humming printer. She hooked Evelyn’s leg