Thread: Taboo! (Jack Stalker and AndNich123)

Henry Carter never really worked late at his office, since he was head of the advertising department at the company he worked for. As such he did not have to work like a slave, as he had others who had to burn the midnight oil and feed him ideas when he was short of a few. Many times he had obeyed the number one rule of advertising, 'To get ahead you will often need a unique idea, and fast.' and its partner in crime, 'The best way to get a unique idea fast, is to steal someone else's'. It was a mantra he had taken to using on occasion, more often than usual lately, as he seemed to be tied up with more and more heated arguments with his wife, Amy, over the upbringing of their daughter, Chloe. He knew he was at the end of his tether with that 'annoying whore' who had spawned his 'young princess'. Amy's infuriating ways and lack of sex drive sent him trawling clubs and bars to kill time and get a few drinks inside him, until he was forced to head home at some late hour, with the excuse that he was working late always on his lips to fuel another test of wills. If it wasn't for his daughter he would have disposed of the sham of a relationship with her mother long ago. Worse still there was a hot woman working on his floor, another newly joined advertising exec who he had recently assigned to a new minor account. Gillian Anders had caught his eye early and, if she had simply been a secretary, he would likely have fucked her raw and to rags already. As it was he only got to bump into her on occasion or when he engineered it, even though they worked on the same floor, and he had not had a chance to 'corner her' properly and alone. He often wondered if she was into fucking married men, thinking about what it would be like to get hold of her and use her flesh to satiate the frustration that was built up inside him from the need to fuck. She was definitely hot and he knew that if her office had been a few floors down, it was likely she would have a lot more men hovering around her. As it was most of the execs on his floor were women, but none of them caught his eye and fired up his cock like she did. She was beginning to affect his work as he found more and more reasons to call her in to check up on her progress or assign her instructions which might have been easily emailed or sent in a memo. It had been raining when he got back to the office and when he reached his penthouse office level he had shaken off his trench coat and ditched it on his secretaries chair outside of his office. His own assistant was far too elderly to attract his attentions, and since Gillian was filling his thoughts more and more it was something of a convenience really. The office was empty this late at night, only the security staff downstairs and the cleaners were likely to be about, if at all. He paused to sit on the edge of his secretaries desk, a short distance from his office door, to check his phone before heading inside to collect the papers he had inadvertently left behind. After a few seconds he was surprised to notice that the door to his office was actually still open, he could also hear someone inside. It was an indistinct sound which drew his attention and made him approach immediately, moving up to the door to peer through the gap as he reached for the handle and then stopped. There she was, Gillian fucking Anders, the woman he thought about day in and day out, the cock teasing whore of his floor who kept him hard and focused all day long, only to have to suppress any urges when he ended up back home with his annoying and frigid wife. He stopped as he was about to open his mouth, watching her and what she was doing as the blood rushed to his cock and a massive erection began to pack out his pants. So many times he had thought about her flesh against his, thought about ripping off her clothes, cutting them off with a knife and just holding her down and fucking her like an animal. She brought out every sick and twisted animalistic urge in his body, hard brutal sex, rough fucking that left her with cum leaking from every abused hole in her body, that was often the only thought on his mind as he waited for the hours of the day to tick by. Now the bitch was in his office, without permission? He knew right then and there that he was going to make her pay for that, in fact it was essential. He'd been deprived of cunt for far too long, even considering his own daughter at times, now that he had the opportunity, alone in the office with Gillian at his mercy, he was going to ensure that he made the most of it. She was going to have to be fucked and fucked hard, so that by the time he was finished there would be no doubt that she was enslaved to his cock. Nails would scratch her skin, cum would weep from her ravaged holes, strands of tugged hair would smother his fingers and crescent shaped indents would litter her neck from his bites. Her writhing, cum swallowing, cunt juice squirting, ass spanked and defiled flesh was going to be all his. So what if he was married? That made it all the more vile and depraved, cheating on his ignorant whore of a wife with this cock teasing little bitch who thought she could swan around in his office would not only stave off the eventual desecration of his own daughters cunt, but would give him the sinful and sordid buzz that he needed to reignite his inspiration at work. With a twisted and cruel grin he pushed the door open wider and wider, his eyes raping her from head to toe as he watched what shew as doing...