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Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

Things had been a little stressful today for the blonde haired woman. Since arriving at her office this morning she had been on the phone to the company who supplied her home with water. It had been coming through the taps filthy with dirt and she had even drank a glass of it which caused utter mayhem. Being a clean freak, she washed her mouth out more than ten times and brushed her teeth the equivalent amount. It had been by fat the worst day of her life so she thought. I don't care if you can't do it today, you make sure you do. I don't care how much it costs, just get it done. Charge me more if you want to. Please! I need it fixed! Slamming the phone down her hands went to her face and her fingers slowly ran down over her nose to her lips. The last couple of days Blake had to buy bottled water and had to use a friend's shower in order to stay clean. It was a nightmare. The corner of her eye spotted something on her desk. Next to her computer screen was a vase filled with flowers. Looking at the base of it, it seemed to rest at a different angle than what she was used to. Damn cleaners muttering to herself, her fingers pushed the object back in to place where it should be. Taking a deep breath with her eyes closed, she started to talk to herself. One more chance, if she does it again, you can fire her. Trying to stay calm, she thought it best if she left work early, being the boss allowed such privileges. Heading out of the office, Blake was scared backwards by a new employee who was in her face. He took her hand and squeezed it in a handshake before handing in his designs to be looked over. Do not touch me ever again. Going in to her handbag, she pulled out hand sanitizer and rubbed it in to her hands. I don't know what you are carrying. A piece of tissue took hold of the designs and she walked out of the building in her tight fitting dress towards her red Porsche outside in the parking lot. Sitting down in the leather seats with the doors shut she felt safe from the outside world.
Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

Resting back in the black leather seat of her Porsche, Blake closed her eyes and did her breathing exercises. Pinching her fingers together, she ran them down over her face towards her stomach before lifting her arms back up to repeat the process. The world is mine to do what I wish with she whispered. When she was done, the woman felt a lot better, she could feel the stress leaving her body, although some remained. Hearing a little rustling caused by the leather behind her, Blake was about to turn around when a gloved hand came and placed itself over her mouth. It pressed her head against the head support so she was pinned and unable to move. Trembling, she then saw a shimmer of light reflect on a blade which was now placed against her soft neck. Her skin held it's own against it although any more pressure from the intruder would have made her bleed. Please don't hurt me she cried, trying to talk with the hand over her mouth. She was hysterical, unable to bring herself under control or even listen to the man. After a few minutes, she calmed down though, the situation catching up with her so she could realize what she had to do. Moving a hand forward, she went in to her bag and got her car keys before putting them in the ignition. The engine roared with it's power and the car slowly vibrated before fading away. Please don't kill me...I will do as you say again her voice mumbled by the glove over her hand. Slowly reversing while looking out of the mirror, Blake turned the car left and headed out of the parking lot and in to the street. The car windows were tinted, something she wanted doing so no one could look at her, how she regretted that now. It meant no one would be able to see her intruder to.
Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

Keith drank in her smell, inhaling deep to take in all the soft scents of the numerous cleansers she washed herself with. He was well familiar with her morning ritual, having watched her shower and soap for several days. Her obsessive fastidiousness did pay off with her being stunning in every sense, and he savored the attention she paid to herself. Now, it was all for him. Very good, bitch. He hissed. No silly shit now, or I cut up your pretty face. The Porsche eased into traffic, swimming among the mid-afternoon flow like a bright red fish. Keith kept the knife at her cheek, but now slowly traced his other hand down her swan-like throat and across her chest. Carefully, as if he was handling a priceless bijou, he slid his hand inside her dress and cupped her firm, supple breast, gently kneading it like a soft ball of dough. He squeezed her firm nipple between two fingers, and nibbled on her earlobe from behind. Catching her gaze in the rear view mirror, he whispered in her ear You wouldn't remember me, you fucking stuck-up bimbo. You got me sacked because I spilled some water on your shoes, your goddamn Lou-boo-tans or whatever the hell they are. Well if those fucking shoes are so important to you, they're all you gonna be wearing from now on, and they gonna be up around your ears most of the time - 'cause sweetie, when we get home, we're going to fuck like rabbits, nonstop, for days. He quickly licked her quivering cheek, knowing how much it would appall her. Continuing to hiss vileness into her ear, he leered And I mean, we're really gonna fuck. I may be twice your age - more, probably - but I'm going wreck you in ways you never thought possible. And you, you cockteasing little minx you're going to do a damn sight better job than you did that night with Steve from accounts. You gonna learn how to fuck like a porn star, and I'm the daddy to teach you. I've seen every inch of that amazing body of yours, and I've imagined a hundred things I'm going to do to it. So drive easy now, take care. He popped her breast free from her dress, then reached over all pulled out the other. Wouldn't want a cop to see those killer tits of yours now, would we?
Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

Keeping still, she didn't want to flinch or move in case the knife broke open her skin. As she drove through the road, her concentration levels were harmed with his constant talking as well as the hand which grabbed hold of her long neck. It was so precious, something so delicate which could cause someone to perish if force was tightened. His hand didn't stop there though, instead scanning across her chest. Feeling him squirm his fingers under her tight dress, Blake sobbed as he molded her breasts, playing with them like they were balls of dough. Moving her face to the side, she tried taking her earlobe away from his mouth, the fact it was covered in his saliva made her freak out. Digging her hand in to her bag, she pulled out a wipe and cleaned her ear frantically. Her gorgeous eyes which stood out against her golden locks looked in the rear view mirror at the man. For the first time she saw the man and his eyes burned with vengeance whilst he called her a stuck up bimbo. Tears streamed down her face and she remembered him, firing him, laughing at him as he was escorted out by security. Now it was coming back to bite her on the ass. Fear coursed through her veins, being told her heels would be by her ears as they fucked like rabbits for days would strike fear in to anyone. He was going to abuse her in her own home, this was what it was all about for him. Humiliating her. Repulsed by his licking of her cheek, Blake took another turn before heading straight on towards her home. What...how do you know about Steven? Her mouth opened in a burst of tears, as her eyes leaked. His vulgar attitude towards her was disrespectful and humiliating. Her body was not his to do with what he pleased no matter how badly he wanted it. She couldn't argue or fight back though , his knife was still sharp against her. Each of her breasts popped out of her dress now, it was demeaning to her and she wanted to put them back in. There was no dignity about this. One hand came off the steering wheel to try and put them back in her outfit. I have money, I can give you a loyalty package, you were there a long time? They had now reached her home, she drove in front of the door and stopped, killing the engine. Wanting to talk to the man now her breasts were back in her dress, she couldn't think of his name. I am sorry, I was having a bad day at work. I can give you your job back. Please don't kill me, I'm begging you! Her eyes were fixed on his through the rear view mirror.
Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

Keith was utterly delighted by her tearful reaction, but kept his mood steady in order to maintain his intimidation of Blake. Groaning softly he lapped at her tears, licking them off her lovely cheeks and swatting down her hand as she struggled to wipe it clean. Her shock at him knowing about that unlucky lover sent a jolt of excitement through him. Normally this elegant woman was such the epitome of control - both of herself and others now she was melting in a tearful panic in his firm grip. He let her plea, offering using baubles and trying to rationalize with him. All money to you, isn't it, cunt? he sneered bitterly, squeezing his callused hand around her throat a little tighter, leaving black bruises in the soft ivory skin. Only way you getting out of this is with my cock piercing every tight little hole in that banging bod of yours, you clueless little bitch. We're going to fuck so hard you won't be able to close your legs for a week. He kept his cold blue eyes hard on hers in the mirror as he spoke, almost raping her with just his gaze. The Porsche rolled into the drive of Blake's mansion. Well here we are, Palace of the Bitch Queen, Keith said coldly. He drew the knife back slightly but seized a fistful of her shining golden hair. Out of the car, slowly. No stupid shit, no shouting, no trying to run. Or, I'll cut out your eyes. You won't need them anyway. Now, out we get. Keith stabbed the knife into the leather of the Porsche's seat and opened the door, keeping a firm grip on Blake's perfectly groomed coiffure. He then retrieved the blade, hissing Out! and half-dragged her from the car towards the door. Put in the code now - 1987, year of your birth. Great password, you dopey bitch. Naturally he had learned it some time before. Hurry up, my cock is throbbing here, and your ass looks spectacular in that slut outfit. Think you're crying now? Wait till I split those rock hard buns in half!
Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

The engine of the car began to cool down after being turned off. Part of Blake wished that she was still driving here, at least he couldn't do anything to drastic otherwise they would have both been involved in a crash. But now, he had nothing like that to worry about. Aggghhh!!! The woman screamed as he grabbed her hair, a fistful, pulling on the roots which clung on to her scalp for their dear life. Getting out of the car, the door didn't even close, remaining open as she got to the door and put in her code. Pushing in 1....9....8....7...in the keypad the door opened up, and her home was now accessible to both her and the man. A large foyer area greeted them with a center piece in the middle. It had flowers in various vases and brought the place to life. The floor was shining clean, their reflection easily seen if they were looking down. Each of her hands and fingers were holding on to his fist around her hair. He could easily control her with it, guide her to where he wanted her to go against her will. You don't have to do this she begged, the thought of her virgin asshole being used by the older man frightened her. Please, I will do anything, but not this. Blake's heels scratched and screeched against the hard floor service, trying to stop him from moving her any further forward. This wasn't going to be easy for her, but she had to do something. His strength over her was untouchable. She couldn't do anything in that regard, but she did believe she was smarter than the man, she was strides ahead of him in social class, she was a CEO and had the wealth he could only dream of. Lifting a leg up, she pushed it behind her between his legs so she could hit his ball sack. The back of her ankle dealt the blow and as soon as she felt his hand loosen up on her head she made a run for it. Up the stairs, she fell over, her hands landed on the steps in front of her. But the fear in her made her stand up and quickly continue to run away. Past her own bedroom, Blake made her way to the gym room where she hid in a closet. Crouching down and sitting on her ass, she kept as quiet as she could, her knees were by her face now and she wrapped her arms around her legs trying to comfort herself. Looking at her left wrist, she then saw her Apple watch. Using it quickly, she texted one of her girlfriends to call the police before hitting send, hoping that they would arrive any second.
Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

Keith knew the entrance to Blake's house almost as well as the owner herself he had installed a pin camera weeks before inside a wall lamp to the side of the capacious hall. The whole layout of the house was intimately familiar through a long period of regular study, and even now a remote receiving footage from many points of the house sat in his back pocket. Keeping a firm fistful of her fragrant hair, and the blade's point pressed just slightly into her smooth cheek, he forced her forward into the house with a hard thrust of his crotch against her ass. Although normally governed by the strictest self-discipline, Keith's growing excitement began to compromise his clear thinking. He was distracted by Blake's sobbed pleas, their urgent desperation rendering his already rigid rod harder with each word. So her sudden ferocious kick blindsided him, and he was forced to release her hair - although the blade traced a small red scratch across her perfect cheekbone as she fled. Fortunately for Keith, like any experienced rapist he had long since learned to reinforce his crotch, and the bulk of the blow from Blake's brutally applied heel was absorbed by the thick leather. CUNT! he bellowed as she clambered away up the stairs. Ugh, holy shit, I am going to cut off your fucking clit and make you eat it, you BITCH! He was literally spitting in anger taking a few moments to regain his composure, watching her shapely ass and powerful legs working beautifully as she fled for her life. With a few deep breaths to calm himself, Keith quickly undressed. He removed everything except his mask and army boots, swiftly unbuckling and unzipping his leather outfit. Taking out the camera remote, he flipped through the angles in time to see Blake disappearing into her private gym. He had long since fitted a lens there to watch her sweaty and panting as she toned her perfect body on a number of expensive machines. The stupid cocktease has trapped herself, he thought with some satisfaction. Taking up his rapekit and knife, he silently padded up the stairs. Time wasn't on his side, he reflected if she called for help he would only have a few minutes to get her out. But the risk was worth it, and he had already considered numerous escape routes. He had already switched off her wifi and digital extensions. Moving like a panther in shadow he paced into the gym and threw open the closet door. Surprise! Back across town, in her office building, Blake's benighted and longsuffering assistant Serena had just cancelled yet another personal appointment in order to keep working on her bosses' business. Feeling less amiable to the callous blonde than ever, Serena frowned angrily when she saw her phone going off. Oh god, not now, you damn woman, she groaned, reflecting on how Blake probably forgot her silly handwash or something and needed it driven over for the umpteenth time. Screw you! the weary intern said, letting the call go through to her mail.
Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

The closet was dark and small. Despite being rich, this guest bedroom never got enough attention from her to make is a walk in one. Instead she left it was it was with just a few work out clothes hanging above her as she sat on her firm tight ass with her back against the wall. Blake's head was still resting in her knees, nestled there hoping and praying that he wouldn't find her. With her cheek pressed against the skin of her kneecap, she felt a sting and immediately sat up, placing her hand to her cheek. Hissing in pain, a little scratch could be felt although there was no blood drawn and it didn't appear to be so deep. Her first thoughts was it wouldn't scare which gave her some comfort. A shadow of a figure appeared now over the doors. Blake's trembling was worse as ever now and the doors soon threw open with him scaring her out of her wits. Scurrying her hands and knees against the hard wooden surface Blake was trapped as she looked up with tears in her eyes. Standing up, her heels still never brought her to the man's height. Trying to run past him, she just ended up in his arms, her strength unable to push past him. Pleeeeeeease she begged.
Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

Panting in rage and fury, Keith did not hesitate when he saw the cowering Blake. He seized her roughly when she feebly tried to escape, watching the mascara streaking down her perfect cheekbones as she wept in terror. Using the momentum of her struggles he threw her face-first onto the bare mattress that lay in the center of the room. Moving with the speed of a tiger he pushed Blake's head down into the bed and laid the blade against her quivering thigh, then quickly sliced off the lower half of her dress. Cutting it up to her hips he tore away the rest of the tight purple fabric with a throaty growl, revealing her immaculate ass in a tight black thong. Stabbing the knife into the mattress, he straddled her and grabbed a long strip of the torn fabric, rapidly binding her slender wrists as tightly as possible. He noticed her Apple watch and hastily pulled it off in a panic, but then allowed himself a grim smile as he saw the words 'call not connected'. Grabbing the thong in his fist, he tore it away with a loud snap as the elastic broke. Nobody is coming to help you, Blake, he said in a cold still voice. Just you and me now. He seized her disordered blond mane once more and pulled her head back so far she was nearly staring at the stucco ceiling. Bunching her thong into a ball he thrust it down into her mouth, gagging her with the stink of her own sex. That's just for fun, he gurgled. Feel free to scream all you want, I know you got the place soundproofed. Keeping one hand firmly holding her head, Keith spat several times on his other hand then hastily lubricated his throbbing cock. Positioning himself carefully, he pushed his iron hard member firmly into Blakes' ass, an inch at a time. Groaning in effort and ecstasy, he thrust in to the hilt, then began to pound her with short, sharp stabs.
Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

The blonde was dragged in to the spare bedroom of the home, the closest to the gym which she was hiding in. Kicking out the best she could the boss could not evade him and found herself thrown face first in to the mattress that was in the middle of the room with the headboard against the wall. A cold shiver was sent up her leg as she felt the blade against her skin, it wasn't the sharp side though as that was cutting away the fabric of the dress. Hearing the material fray and tear made her scream in to the bed below which started to capture her tears and mascara. Managing to turn her head a little bit, Blake saw the blade stabbed in to the bed with aggression as her hands were tied behind her back with her own dress. Part of her wanted to stop fighting, to just give in and let him do what he wanted, but that would have been to easy. Still squirming, she had some fight in her left although not for long. Screaming in pain with her golden locks pulled on, her head shifted up bending back as far as it could. Laying flat on her stomach with her panties now in her mouth, she was completely powerless to stop him. Her thin body took him his meaty fat cock inch by inch in to her virgin asshole which made her shriek and pant. The panties did their job well, it stopped her moaning like she used to at work. Blake was finally getting the payback for being a bitch to everyone.
Thread: Blake the Bitchy Boss (Celebstars & DeRe)

Keith's vision exploded in a spectrum of twinkling lights as the adrenaline surged through him. It felt like he was running on some supercharged energy now, barely able to breathe and utterly consumed by the moment. All his planning had fallen together into this singular intoxicating moment of power. It felt like a well-rehearsed dance come to fruition and that heightened his delirium. The heady medley of revenge, excitement and sexual pleasure reduced him rapidly to a moaning mess as he pounded Blake into the mattress. It took every ounce of his considerable strength to penetrate her ass, and he gripped her lean shoulders tight to apply better leverage, while kicking her feet as far apart as possible with his own. She was writing and struggling like a trapped wild animal beneath his bulk, but all her efforts achieved was to heighten his pleasure. Keith relished the fight in her, he had known full well that she would not go down easy. But with every lung-shredding shriek into her panties he heard her breaking bit by bit, her body conceding to her dominance with every thrust. At that moment this vicious reverie was interrupted by some noise outside. To his utter horror, Keith heard what sounded like a cop calling for Blake. Unbeknownst to him her desperate plea to friends had finally gotten through to someone, and they had called the police who in turn dispatched a car to investigate. Fuck! grunted Keith, caught in mid-thrust. Fuck! FUCK! With considerable effort he withdrew from her, and pulled the knife from the mattress. Seizing a handful of her hair, he held the blade to her convulsing throat and rasped in her ear Right, right - fuck, okay, we're going to go to the window over there now. I'm going to take that cuntrag out of your mouth, but if you fucking do anything to escape or tip them off, I will gut you. Okay? I will cut your fucking stomach open. He pulled the sopping ball of satin from Blake's mouth, then lifted her roughly to her feet. A wide but high window ran along the front-facing wall of the room, affording a lot of natural light but showing nothing below the shoulders. Stick your head out the window and tell them to fuck off, say it's an accident or something, ordered Keith. He crouched down, keeping the point of the blade firmly pressed into the side of her stomach. With his other hand he roughly fingered her abused pussy, flicking and twisting her clit. Remember what I said!