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Sabrina was on her last leg. As she strode into her office high-rise, barely managing a cursory glance to the lobby attendant before pressing the button for the elevator, she wondered how it had all gone so wrong. Wasn’t she capable, intelligent, driven, attractive, personable? Yet here she found herself. Rocketing to the top floor of her New York office building- sure- but merely to clock in for another glamorous day of taking notes, scheduling meetings, trying not to hurl some odd stapler or paperweight at her loathsome boss’s unappreciative head. Certainly not rocketing up the corporate ladder as she had hoped. Corporate life, she had learned, was draining even in the best of circumstances. Sabrina began to wonder how many more times she could “circle back”, “touch base”, “follow up”, or “synergize” before her “bandwidth” for the bullshit ran out. With no prospects of moving up the ranks, changing things from within, what was the point?
But to quit meant what? More time with her milquetoast husband? Affording more hours to her second job as a beer delivery robot? Delivering this lite lager or blonde ale to the man on the couch who couldn’t appreciate that the flesh and blood blonde holding each drink was ONCE AGAIN not so subtly adorned in her laciest, sheerest nightgown? She didn’t grind away at the gym to look this hot for nothing! It had been too long. GOD, it had been too long.
The elevator door opened with a soft ping. Sabrina proceeded through the office vestibule, past the tall late 20-something secretary who, based on his often-wandering eye, wouldn’t be so apathetic if he managed to spy her in something so revealing. Derek’s notably male presence behind the front desk underscored some share of why things had worked out for Sabrina as they had. This office- the whole company seemingly- was a conspicuous boys club. Bosses hiring straight out of the same oozy pool of ivy-league frat stars they had no doubt crawled out of didn’t exactly yield maximum “diversity”, especially on the gender front. But hey, being surrounded all day by a sea of tall, broad, MBA-clad former rowers, swimmers, and sailors had certain perks. She was still a woman after all. An under-fucked woman, Sabrina tried not to think too often.
But today was the day! The day when Sabrina was to see her boss about a long overdue (though still very minor) promotion. She had been slaving away, far beyond her job de***********ion. She had done so much research, provided so many leads, strategic insights and suggestions that her boss was himself now being whispered about as a frontrunner for an open position higher up the corporate ladder. Nonetheless, Sabrina’s tired lungs didn’t hold their breathe. She knew how this worked and she had exited those elevator doors in her Sunday ‘business casual’ best on too many “the days” before this one to truly expect her well-deserved promotion. To approach the same problem the same way and expect a different outcome, however, Sabrina knew was insanity. So, she had devised a new angle. Today’s version of her “Sunday best” might have turned some heads in the average church. If her peers and superiors couldn’t help forgetting what was between her legs, she might as well weaponize it.
Admittedly, the thought of prostituting herself to her slimy, talentless, born-on-third-base middle manager of a boss made her ill. Nonetheless, Sabrina was a smart woman. She knew what psychologists said about attraction. Attractive people were viewed as: “more reliable, trustworthy, DESERVING OF PROMOTION, than their less attractive peers”. So, she was turning up the dial. A little added cleavage wouldn’t kill her. God knew she had plenty to spare. Steeling herself for the familiar: disappointment, droll small talk and manufactured obsequiousness, Sabrina pushed open the doors of her boss’s office to face a surprise.
The Greek statue of a man, looking anything but made-of-stone as he luxuriated in the grand leather chair behind her boss’s desk, was not the man she had grown to despise. Even from the chair Sabrina registered him as quite tall. He was in his mid 30’s, had dark, classically handsome features. His long, wavey dark hair contrasted slightly with the picture of professionalism projected by his perfectly tailored dark grey suit. His blue-green eyes projected similar capriciousness: perhaps unsure if they wanted to size Sabrina up or bore through her clothes.
“Sabrina! Welcome in, I’ve been so looking forward to our chat. Have a seat!”
Like his body language in the chair, the man’s way of speaking portrayed an indelible sense of familiarity, of having sat behind this desk, taken these types of meetings, for years.
“I’m led to believe Mr. Allen was heartbroken not to be able to say goodbye and express his gratitude for all your hard work before starting his new position.”
If Sabrina’s face portrayed any surprise or inquisitiveness at this allusion to promotion, it shouldn’t have. She was very much not surprised.
“What a surprise! Am I the first to hear about Tom’s very well-deserved, top-secret promotion?”, Sabrina offered courteously through hopefully not too obviously gritted teeth.
“You didn’t get the internal memo? Well, I’ll have to chat with IT about that. You should have been informed yesterday afternoon that Tom was on his way up and out. In a hurry too: the board needed that big brain of his up top ASAP churning out more of those brilliant ideas he’s been cooking down here lately! As, the CEO I was somewhat involved with the process of course; and I take some share of pride in recognizing the insights coming out of here. I pride myself on my eye for talent.”
This last sentence he delivered with a small smile and an accompanying devilish intensity.
“I should apologize, I’m ‘putting exposition before introduction’, as my old MFA professor used to say. I know that while you may be familiar with me, we haven’t met. I’m Mr. Blackstone, and I’ll be overseeing the vetting of internal hires for Tom’s replacement.”
With that, the man stood, toweringly tall in fact, and extended a large, calloused hand across the oak desk to shake Sabrina’s.
Had he said MFA? Not MBA? And the CEO overseeing an internal search for a proportionally minor corporate role like this? Sabrina had so many questions, knew next to nothing beyond reputation about this man among men. Something out of the ordinary was clearly going on.
“Now, with both introductions and exposition out of the way, we can begin the interview”
“The interview? I’m still being considered? For Tom’s job?”, Sabrina blurted, failing to present corporate confidence because of her visceral surprise.
“Well of course! Like I said, I pride myself on an eye for talent”, he reiterated, then paused, “and I believe I may appreciate some of your promising qualities which Tom seems to have ignored.”
What could the man know about me, Sabrina wondered? There was only so much of her hard work and ancillary productivity which would be represented on a progress report or quarterly review.
“I’m sure you’ve studied my file, and I can only assure you that if you’re happy with what you’ve read there you’ll be blown away by-“
“Yes, I’ve very thoroughly reviewed your file” Blackstone cut her off, “and I’m here hoping to evaluate whether some of my suspicions beyond what’s written down here might be corroborated in the flesh.”
He let that last phrase, “in the flesh”, hang in the air. Sabrina hated to admit to herself that the way it sounded out of his mouth, with the hint- once again- of an impish grin, sent small chills from her neck down her body. God, it had clearly been too long. Composing herself, Sabrina once again began to offer,
“I can assure you I am much, much more than even my impressive work on paper would suggest.”
Sabrina began to elaborate (carefully so as not to upstage the dearly departed Tom) on her strategic inputs and the information that she had researched which contributed to the company’s recent success. Blackstone, with an air of interest, but a knowing nod, stopped her once again.
“I’ll admit I had my suspicions that old Tom wasn’t really the most altricious possible type of late bloomer. It struck me as very odd that a decade of mediocre work which capped him at this position suddenly gave way to insights which doubled this division’s profits overnight. I’m also pleasantly surprised to hear you take rightful credit, for ideas which I suspected were yours. In fact, I misled you slightly when I described my role here as overseeing a review of potential internal hires. There is, in fact, only one.
That last sentence hung in the air, once again, like the beat of Sabrina’s heart, suspended.
“I’m here, essentially, to offer you the job, Sabrina.”
These last two stanzas, Blackstone delivered with deadly seriousness. All traces of devilish humor vanished. The weight of Sabrina’s excitement rested perilously, like a deep reservoir of water against that dam of a word:
“Essentially?”, she asked.
“Yes, ‘essentially’. I have a small concern. Easily dealt with if you’re the sort of woman I suspect you are.”
That Faustian timbre crept slyly back into his voice.
“I sincerely believe I deserve this promotion. I can tell you with absolute conviction that since starting at this office I’ve worked harder than anyone here, put in more hours inside and outside of these walls to improve this company. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to have more responsibility around here and continue implementing the sorts of ideas which I’d already been helping Tom deliver.”
“Excellent. That’s exactly what I’d hoped to hear.”
That grin again.
“So, what’s your concern?”
“Well, it’s nothing to do with your work, you may be happy to hear. It’s you, Sabrina. I’ve said twice now that I have an eye for talent, but I have an even keener eye for what’s holding talent back.”
Sabrina swallowed, her heart starting to race again as some animal instinct or incisive introspection reached the same diagnosis Blackstone clearly had.
“You’re too tense.”
He offered, in gentle, tantalizing euphemism.
“The men around here- and I know it’s ALL men, try as I might to correct course since taking over- will eat you alive in this state. You’re on a razor’s edge when you talk, even just to me now. I can feel you bursting at the seams and if you were to take this job I fear you’ll be unable to actualize any of those brilliant ideas of yours in your present state. Not to mention the fact that every man here can almost certainly smell it on you.”
Sabrina mustered every ounce of resolve she had to ask the question she knew would tip things off that delicate razor’s edge:
“Could you tell me what, exactly, you mean by, ‘my present state’?”
With this question expressed aloud, the animating force behind Blackstone’s face transformed from something cunning and clinical to something more primal.
“I could tell you that I can read it in your stiff posture, the way you’re dressed, the way you lean in subtly when I speak, or the way that chill ran down your spine when I first uttered the word ‘flesh’, and then I could let you fill in what I know you know we both know, OR I can be, ‘direct’ as you’ve requested: you have certain needs which aren’t being met.”
He was now playing with his food,
“One specific need, usually offered, perhaps in your case not at all, or perhaps just inadequately, by one’s spouse-“
This time it was Sabrina who cut in
“My husband and I, we-“
“I don’t need you to defend your husband’s honor, Sabrina. You and I both know that whatever defense you were about to offer doesn’t change what you feel, what I can sense so clearly.”
As he spoke, he stalked, slowly, deliberated around the broad, sturdy desk towards where she sat.
“In the interest of your professional development, as someone who would very much love to see women like you rise up the ranks of this company, I’m here to resolve this issue.”
Sabrina was speechless as his hulking frame hovered behind her, his voice lowering slightly.
“I’m here to provide you a service which your weak, helpless little husband has failed to.”
The hair on Sabrina’s neck stood on end. Her heart pantomimed a predatory chase. Though she may not have registered it, the black lacey underwear which she wore for a boost of confidence- not with any hope for their being appreciated- began to soak through. It had been: Too. Fucking. Long.
Sabrina whirled around in her chair to face the man behind her. Her hands reaching towards him, motivated by some animal reflex, the stakes now clear. He grabbed her by the wrists, chuckling.
“Now you see that: ‘bursting at the seams’. You’ll get what you need. I’ll get what I came for. But I’m still your superior. In this office, even if you end up on the other side of that desk, I’ll still be in charge. And as a matter of your professional development, you’ll do better work here if you demonstrate patience even when you’ve been wanting something for so long. So, let’s practice, shall we?”
Blackstone began to untie his tie. His steady hands moved expertly against the silk knots. Slowly, he pulled the tie clear of his neck. With practiced care he placed the broad part of the tie over her eyes, and just as deftly as he no doubt pulled it taught and tied the knot tight around his own neck every morning: he bound her silken blindfold.
In the dark, Sabrina felt the heat of his breathe on her neck, the press of his hands on her legs and hips as he turned her chair around again to face the desk. From behind her, he kissed her neck, first softly to entrain to the movement of her body, then more fervently, as his hands moved from her collar bone, to her breasts, down her stomach, between her legs. She felt his satisfaction with himself as he felt her dampness through the lace.
“Bursting at the seam, indeed.”, a gravelly whisper teased into her ear.
Continuing to kiss her neck and her collarbone as he unbuttoned the top few buttons of her dress shirt and slipped it off her shoulder, the fingers of his other hand reached up her skirt to massage the wetness below the lace. As her moans grew less and less accountable to their neighbors beyond the office walls, his hand pulled the lace aside. His left hand pinched and teased her nipples. The index finger of his right hand slid inside her.
“Don’t worry about the noise, Sabrina. I’m going to take care of everything.”
Sabrina was too inside her body for her mind to process his ominous pacification. As if he were some kind of machine immediately calibrated to the rhythms of her body, Blackstone brought her just shy of the edge with his hands: removing a finger, cupping instead of massaging her breast just as she was ready to tip. With each dance at the edge of climax, he removed his fingers, and once she was recovered, he slid an extra back in. Once Sabrina had taken about as much of his three thrusting fingers as she could manage without tipping over the edge, his hands retreated from her body into the blindfolded darkness.
“Excellent patience so far. I can already tell that you’re a very quick study.”
“Now, on your knees.”
His voice didn’t need any of its hypnotic gravel to compel Sabrina. Her need had grown even more urgent. She was ready, no eager, for what she knew came next.
On her knees on the thick Persian rug of the office floor, Blackstone’s scent surrounded Sabrina fully: citrus and chopped wood. Her heart calmed at the soft scent, then raced again at the sound of his trousers’ zipper.
Her mouth opened yearningly, perhaps indeed hypnotized slightly. Hypnotized by the work of his hands, the broad toned body her animal brain had been outlining throughout their meeting, and perhaps most of all: the building lust left by years of apathetic eyes from her husband and leering eyes from her coworkers. She took him into her mouth impatiently. His length and girth were every bit proportional to his otherwise impressive physical frame.
“Bigger than you’re used to?”, he teased, more knowingly than arrogantly.
Sabrina gagged slightly in affirmative response as she tried to take in his entirety. Her mouth worked rhythmically against his cock, her hands stroking his shaft and balls. He let out a subtle groan which confirmed the effectiveness of her handiwork. As she continued, he moved one hand to the back of her head to grasp her ponytail. He pounded into her mouth while manipulating her head against his thrusts using his grip on her hair. The cock in her mouth, the pull of her hair, the public setting, the infidelity, all hit Sabrina like a sugar-high after far too many years of infrequent, quick, vanilla encounters. Right as she began to feel him throb in her mouth, Blackstone removed himself. And just as Venus slumped onto all fours on the flour, her cellphone began to ring. The vibrations put a momentary pause on the proceedings as they rang clearly against the wooden desk: her husband. He had told her he might call today during work hours, about what: she couldn’t be bothered to remember. Blackstone ambled over to the desk, noted the caller ID, and gave his most devilish grin yet.
“He might help you get off this year after all”, Blackstone said, as he approached Sabrina from behind and pulled her panties to the side.
He pressed the vibrating phone up against the bunched fabric over her clit. It buzzed against every readied nerve as he simultaneously entered her from behind. Still on all fours on the carpet, Blackstone fucked her hard from behind as he stimulated her with the one hand holding the vibrating phone. The call seemed to go on forever, the vibration and thrusting bringing her closer to the edge. Finally, the ringing ceased. Blackstone teased her entrance with only the tip of his cock as if considering what to do next. Then the phone began to ring again.
“It must be important”, Blackstone teased, pressing it back against her clit for a few moments. Then he leaned in and gave her an order,
“Answer it.”
Her heart pounding but her mind overcome with lust, Sabrina did as she was told.
“Hi, honey”, Sabrina opened, trying her best to sound like herself.
As she continued to attempt an inconspicuous conversation, Blackstone made a game of trying to press into her as deeply as he could, pinch her nipples roughly, paddle her ass with a sturdy book. Sabrina’s voice began to give way at several points, at which Blackstone considerately muffled her mouth with a broad hand. Finally, as Sabrina’s husband began what would clearly be a long, dull monologue, Blackstone moved his bundled tie into Sabrina’s mouth as a gag. He then pushed her body flat to the floor on her stomach, entered her from above and began to really let loose. His balls slapped against her ass and clit as he pounded, Sabrina’s silk gag barely holding her moans back from the detection of her unsuspecting husband. Finally, the call ended.
“Seems like a very nice young man”, Blackstone remarked, absolutely unphased.
“I have to make a few calls, but I’ll leave you with a few things.”
At that, Blackstone began to pump faster than ever before. He let out an absolutely feral groan into her ear as he relieved himself deep inside of her.
“Hopefully he’s as oblivious in the paternity ward as he is on the phone”, Blackstone jeered once she had drained him of every last drop of his seed.
“I’ve got one more surprise for you. As I mentioned, I have to step out for a while, but I’ve been seriously considering restructuring around here: trimming the fat. I’ve decided the whole staff of this division, besides yourself of course, ought to be let go. Given the nature of our work, all terminated employees must sign NDA’s which mandate absolute discretion about anything which occurs in the workplace, under threat of very serious legal ramifications. All that is to say, I think you and the men of the office ought to have a chance for one last goodbye.”
With this, Blackstone opened the door to the office to reveal a line of men waiting at the door. The army of tall, handsome professionals who had spent years now eyeing Sabrina luridly stood ready. Many had already begun to remove belts or loosen their ties.
“Enjoy”, Blackstone offered casually as he exited the room.
Instantly, the men were on Sabrina like wolves. The first few ripped off her clothes. Another several carried her from the carpet on the floor to the enormous oak desk. Everyone involved, it seemed, had been waiting years for this. Any of the desk’s remaining decorations or important contents were flung to the floor, leaving it no longer a desk, but a dining table where Sabrina was the only course. One of the men once again bound Sabrina’s eyes with a necktie, leaving her in darkness on the table as the men prodded her from every angle. In physical arrangements she could barely conceive of in her blindness and the lust fogging her mind, they entered her mouth, her cunt, her ass, thrust into each of her grasping hands. Her whole world became grunting, sweat, immense pleasure and some tantalizing pain. Seeming to forget Sabrina’s name in their madness, she became only “slut”, “pussy”, “piece of ass”, as they gave her orders or referred to her amongst themselves. The creature inside Sabrina that craved this carnal dominance, this openly taboo perversion, feasted on every word, thrust, ounce of salty pre-cum that spilled into her. After some amount of time that could have been minutes or hours, Blackstone voice rang out again from the doorway.
“I’ll be back in shortly, boys. Finish up, would you?”
At this, the men once again sprung into coordinated action. Sabrina’s blindfold was removed. Her legs were spread with her ass up as her stomach and upper body were laid flat on the desk. Turning her head to look behind her, Sabrina observed with delirious excitement the line of erect men formed behind her. One by one, the men proceeded to use Sabrina’s cunt one last time each. No more reservation was taken with pace; this was the finish line. The exact. duration of each final use varied, but the outcome did not. Each and every man pounded ferociously into her until they couldn’t hold back any longer, leaving her ever-stretching cunt full of every last drop of his seed.
When the last man let out his final groan, Sabrina by now full to the brim and overflowing with a mixture of the entire office population’s cum, Blackstone ordered the men out and returned to the room alone with Sabrina.
“Did you enjoy yourself? Are you feeling less tense?”
Sabrina, now sitting on the desk naked with her legs crossed, faced Gladstone in the doorway. She still madly horny: the horde of men having not paid nearly as much attention to her clit or general journey towards climax as Blackstone had. She offered in reply,
“I’ve had a good time, but I don’t think I’ve had all I can take yet”, this time with her own nymphish grin.
“I seem to have underestimated both your talents and your appetite, Sabrina; though it’s very encouraging to already see you’ve improved at taking what you want. This is a skill I’ve found very valuable in business. Thankfully, I still have some time to accommodate your request before heading to my next appointment.“
With this, Blackstone prowled from the doorway toward Sabrina’s position seated on the desk. As he walked towards her, he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it to the side and fully revealing his bulky Olympian physique. Still in stride, he next unbuckled his belt, again tossing it aside. Finally, he unbuttoned his trousers, tossing them and his underwear to the floor. As he arrived at Sabrina, fully bare, she uncrossed her legs to welcome his enormous erection. His cock slid into her already very wet cunt with very little resistance. Even by the way it stretched her alone, Sabrina knew it was the largest of today’s ensemble. It reached places in her depths the others had failed to explore. Demonstrating again the power in his practiced hands, he applied a steady oscillating pressure to her clit as he pumped. After all her stimulation this afternoon, Sabrina knew she wouldn’t last long at this pace. With each pump Blackstone’s cock removed some of what his rivals had left. It spilled out onto the table, preparing her for his final gift. As Sabrina finally crossed the point of no return and began to pulse and squeeze him while she came, Blackstone pressed himself as deeply inside of her as he could and exploded. The two groaned as each continued to pulse where they were joined. Blackstone finally fell flat, his full weight pinning Sabrina to the desk.
“I had high hopes for you Sabrina, but you’ve exceeded my every expectation”, Blackstone murmured into Sabrina’s ear, still on top of her and inside her.
“It’s good to finally have everything I’ve given to this place properly appreciated”, replied Sabrina, in a mock intonation of their introduction’s original professionalism.
“I hope some of what you’ve learned today sticks with you: do what you want, don’t take no for an answer. You’re going to be the leader this division needs.”
With that, Blackstone removed himself from Sabrina, redressed himself casually, and exited the room to attend to his next commitment. Sabrina, still naked, flushed, and glistening, stood up and rounded the desk to the grand leather chair at its head. She sat down at last in the boss’s chair: her chair. Every bit of tension gone from her body, she relaxed into it, kicked her feet up onto the old oak desk, and smiled.
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