A few days had passed since Jerry’s boss, Chuck, fucked Molly for a second time.  After the first time, bent over their bed with her husband passed out in front of her, she thought it was a drunken, one night stand.  After he returned to fuck her across their dining room table while her husband was at work, she began to think of it as occasional sex on the side.

Ok, she rationalized to herself. This wasn’t her first “friends with benefits” situation, and Chuck was definitely someone she could benefit from, and not just for Jerry’s job security.  She hadn’t been so turned on by a man in years!  But why? He was so fucking rough, and showed her no respect, no compassion, no anything!  She didn’t understand it herself, but she convinced herself to go ahead and enjoy the affair while it lasted.  One thing though, she thought - Chuck had to be taught he wasn’t god almighty.

About mid-week, Jerry came home with a smile on his face. As he poured himself his first drink of many that evening, he told Molly how he’d been picked to be part of a crew working on a government contract - prevailing wage – but even better, a job requiring lots of night work and overtime at time and a half! He soon stumbled off to bed, rambling about all the stuff he would buy.  Molly smiled, thinking of getting Chuck’s broad shoulders and stiff cock, and Jerry coming home late with enough money to pay the bills.

The first night Jerry was gone, Molly got a text from Chuck, telling her – Not asking! – TELLING her to be at his office at six.  Molly thought this was a perfect time to take Chuck down a notch.  She didn’t reply.  Instead she took advantage of her time alone with Jerry gone. She slipped herself into a nice hot bath with fragrant oils. She looked down at her large breasts, buoyant in the water, feeling very sexual.  Later, she slipped between the covers, fingering herself to orgasm, thinking about the next time Chuck would text, and ASK for her.

The next day the text didn’t come.  It made her a little nervous, but ok, she’d play the game.  The day after the text did come, TELLING her to come to his office NOW.  She wanted to protest, but realized she was, after all, dealing with the man who had kept her husband from being fired.  Perhaps it was a good idea to give in, just a little.  She’d already planned what to wear.  Sheer lace peek-a-boo bra, her pink nipples just riding over the edge. Matching sheer thong panties, her mound of red pubic hair clearly visible through the front against her pale skin.  Garter belt, thigh high stockings.  White blouse, just sheer enough to make him want to see what’s beneath. Her red curls worn down over her shoulders. Lots of cleavage. Red skirt, slit up the side. And her stiletto heal “fuck-me-pumps.”   She looked more like a hooker than an employee’s wife, but she knew Chuck wasn’t taking her where they would be seen.

She arrived in the empty parking lot, and saw the light on in his office window.  Walking in the building and down the hall, she was shocked and embarrassed to see Chuck’s elderly secretary still at her desk. The old woman sized Molly up with her glare, and just jerked her head in the direction of Chuck’s office door.

Chuck’s office was set up to double as a conference room.  His large desk was at the far end of a long table, forming a “T” shape.  There were two computer monitors on the left and right, with enough room in between to look down the length of the desk to the door at the other end.  When Molly came in, she immediately felt intimidated.  Chuck was seated in his large desk chair, quietly eyeing her across the long table.  Molly stammered “Your secretary! She’s….”

“Discreet.” Chuck said in a mater-of-fact tone.  “Dad picked her for me after…after a couple indiscreet predecessors” Molly remembered the rumors about paying off the last two secretaries to avoid some sort of scandal. Chuck laughed.  “I think my old man probably did the same to her as I’m about to do to you.”

Molly felt off balance, but decided to flirt. “And what exactly do you think you are about to do?” she said. It took an uncomfortably long time to walk the length of that table and sit at the edge of Chuck’s desk, crossing her legs to let the skirt ride up a little.

“Turn you into my slut” Chuck said coldly, his eyes leveled at her.

Molly pulled back as though burned.  “You said we’d make a good team, but if you want it, you’ve go to get rid of that fucking attitude, because I don’t need this.  Molly started to walk to the door, actually hoping Chuck would say something to stop her.

“I said team. I didn’t we’d be equal partners.” Chuck growled.  Molly paused.  Chuck’s voice softened.  “I see both your sons are on social media.”

What? Molly said, completely confused.

“Come over here.” Chuck said, gesturing to one of the two computer screens on his desk.  There, in overlapping windows, were her son’s Facebook pages. “I see they have friended their grandparents. How nice.”  Chuck’s face turned hard. “You know, I can send them and all their friends a file I made.  Check it out.”

Molly looked at the other computer screen.  There she saw herself, the first night Chuck had fucked her. 

She saw what she knew was her passed out husband, but all the video showed were a man’s stomach and thighs, the back of her head and her long red curls hiding his flaccid cock.  She heard herself grunt as she held back her moans, sounding as though her mouth were full of the cock in front of her. The video didn’t stay on her head long enough to show Jerry wasn’t moving before panning back to her plump, round ass.  She watched the close-up of Chuck's cock slide in to her slowly, then slide out almost to the tip, before shoving it back in till his balls slapped against her fat pussy lips.  For the first time she could remember, she heard a raspy voice sneer “come on little piggy, you can do better.” She heard herself begin to groan out loud and rock forward on her elbows.

She watched as her moans became louder, combined with the creaking of the bed and the rhythmic slapping sound each time Chuck drove his cock into her.  She heard herself say “Fu…fu…oh…fuck….ah…fuck me…” And the harder he fucked her the louder she got “…god…god you have no idea…god it’s been so long…Ah harder…please…please…please...god your cock is good…Oh, oh, OH, FUCK MEEEE…” Molly watched as Chuck stopped moving and she continued to rock forward and back, desperately fucking his cock. She saw the camera pan around the bedroom.  She saw her own and Chuck’s reflection in the vanity mirror, only chuck’s upper body was hidden above the edge. Finally, the camera panned to the bedside photo of Molly’s two sons.  

Molly was stunned.  Horrified.  No way could the video be seen as anything but consensual sex, and clearly not a video of just her and her husband. Her mind raced. She felt trapped, helpless.  She just wanted to run, but knew if she did, Chuck would destroy her world. 

Chuck smiled and said “On your knees” and shoved Molly off the edge of his desk.  Landing on her ass, she didn’t know what to do. So she obeyed, rising to her knees in front of him and sitting on her heels.  Chuck said “knees spread. Wider, wider.  Now arch your back.”  She felt uncomfortable and exposed. Her clothes felt tight, her breasts stretching at the buttons on her blouse. Kneeling practically between the legs of this man in his big executive chair.

When Chuck was satisfied with Molly’s position, he said “I have a present for you”, and handed her a gift box.  Afraid of what she might find, she opened it to find a large dildo, a translucent red silicone cock, complete with balls and a suction cup at the base.  Smiling, Chuck said “Say thank you.”

Tears welling in her eyes, Molly looked up at Chuck like a terrified animal. “…Thank…you…” she said as tears and mascara began to run down her cheeks.

“Open your mouth” Chuck ordered, and Molly complied.   Sliding the dildo between her lips, Chuck commanded “Suck it.” Molly tightened her lips around the fake cock while Chuck played with her, sliding it in and out of her mouth slowly, making her lick the tip.  She could taste a silicone, and the oily lube than had it had already been covered in. Soon Chuck tired of the game.  “Now, up on the table”, he ordered.

Molly awkwardly rose and nearly fell trying to climb onto the table in her high heels.  Chuck ordered her to stand on the table facing him.  Idly he clicked on an icon with his computer mouse.  Music came over the speakers slow and raunchy.  He ordered her to strip. She started to unbutton her blouse.  “No...with the music” he commanded.  She began to move awkwardly with the music, aware of his gaze, removing her blouse, and then her skirt, and dropping them to the side of the table.  “OK, that’s almost far enough. Now the panties.  Leave the garter belt on.”

“But...but I can’t take off my panties because the garter belt is over them…”  Chuck stared at her hard.  Without saying a word he opened the desk drawer in front of him and slid a pair of scissors across the table.  Again, Molly obeyed. She moved her hips to the music, slowly cutting away the expensive lace panties and dropping them to the side.  She stood facing him, swaying in time, wearing her black lace pushup bra, pink nipples poking over the top. Her red thatched pussy exposed below her garter belt and above her thigh high stocking and stiletto heels. She felt Chucks gaze reduce her to a whore.  

Chuck tossed the dildo across his desk. “Stick it to the table and ride it.” Wide eyed and trembling, Molly grasped the silicone cock and tried to press the suction cup to the table.  After the second failed attempt, Chuck laughed, “You know what to do”. Awkwardly, Molly ran her tongue over the base of the dildo. “Slow and sexy, to the music” Chuck instructed.  Molly extended her tongue and slid it slowly along the edge of the suction cup giving it enough moisture to make it stick when she pressed it the surface of the table. 

Straddling the rubber cock, she awkwardly squatted over it, hands on either side, steadying herself. Her heels got in the way and she couldn’t get down far enough, only able to get the first couple inches in.  She was shocked to realize her pussy was wet and ready to accommodate it.  Her nipples were hard. She was aroused and hated herself for being aroused. As she rode the head of the dildo, her fluids ran down the sides and formed a puddle on the table.  Soon she was on her knees, her ass between her heels, her hands behind her feet and her back arched, knees apart as she rode the rubber cock for Chuck to view from his executive’s chair.  By then his trousers were unzipped, and he was stroking his own cock lightly.

“OK, now on your back.”  Molly didn’t need to be told what to do next.  She lay on her back, legs spread wide for Chuck to watch her pussy as she held the rubber cock in her hand, pushing it in and out, fucking herself with it faster and faster.  Chuck, still in his chair, stroked his own cock faster, She felt slightly sickened as her orgasm crashed over her in waves, her hips lifting high in the air as she drove the dildo deep inside her. God, what was wrong with her?

Then, the intercom buzzed.  Molly heard the secretary say “The foreman called, the work crew is on their way back and should be here in ten minutes.”

Chuck ordered Molly “Get over here and kneel, and hold that cock in you”.  Molly positioned herself in front of Chuck, and knelt with her knees wide, hands between her legs, holding the flexible cock in place.  Chuck grabbed her hair at the back of her head and ordered her to open her mouth. He pushed his hard cock deep into her mouth until she started to choke, held it for a moment then withdrew, only to push it into her mouth till she started to choke again.  Molly kept her hands between her legs as Chuck griped her head between his hands began fucking her mouth hard. Pulling out at the last moment, he gripped her hair in one hand, holding her head still as he pointed his cock at her face, ejaculating again and again across it as she closed her eyes with her mouth still open.

Chuck stood up and zipped his fly.  “I’m going down to meet your husband and the rest of the crew when they come in.  You’ve got about five minutes to get out of the parking lot.”

Molly rushed to step into her skirt and put on her blouse, rushing past the secretary as she buttoned it.  The secretary looked up at Molly’s smeared makeup and the cum caked on her face. The secretary’s expression was one of distain, but she said nothing.

Safe in her car and leaving the employee parking lot, she saw the headlights of the trucks as they began driving up to the docks at the other side of the property.