Sheila turned to look back at him, "Please don't make me do this."
She braced herself for the swat that she was sure would be coming down on her ass. It never did.
"Very well. Stand up. I'll let Robert know that we'll be down a waitress until I can find your replacement," Mr. Fredricks said with a sarcastic tone.
Sheila didn't answer. She pulled her pants down and bent back over the desk. The cool air in the room felt good on her spanked ass. There was a certain rush exposing herself to the dirty old man behind her. Regardless of her thoughts, her body was responding.
A finger started to explore her shaved mound. She was ready for another smack on the ass, not this.
"Wonder what the husband would think of all this? You could probably run home and tell him after this. He might even believe you. I'm sure my story about how you tried to use your body to get money out of me and then use that to extort me wouldn't hold up against yours. I'm sure he'd be very rational, and not the jealous husband type. The fact that you never said stop probably wouldn't bother him at all," The perverted man said.
Sheila felt a small tear run down her face as she heard a zipper slowly being lowered. The finger rubbing her lips pried apart her opening, then slowly slid into her. She was well lubed by this time, whether she wanted to be or not.
"Do you want me to stop?" Mr. Fredricks asked bluntly.
Sheila knew somehow that if she said yes then he would fire her or worse. He might try to say that she had come on to him and then had to fire her. She had just bent over the desk and exposed her ass to him. She was too confused to resist.
"No," she whispered.
The thick finger pulled itself out of her moist cunt. No sooner had it left then she felt a warm bulb pushing against her. He was lining up his dick head to push into her. Sheila gasped, part in fear and partially from lust.
Mr. Fredricks leaned into her, pushing his cock up inside her. Kyle and her hadn't had sex in a while and his dick was much thicker than her husbands. There was a bit of pain, even though she was wet and ready, as her pussy stretched to receive this fat prick.
Her boss drove it all the way home slowly. Then he bent forward and rested his weight on her. Sheila felt the breath being crushed out of her as her fat boss tried to push his cock head into her cervix. She let out a small whimper of pain.
Then the perv slowly slid his dick out of her. He pulled back until just the tip was left in, then reversed and pushed it slowly back in.
This went on for several minutes as Sheila grew accustomed to his girth. She was beyond the point of disgust and revulsion, and found herself enjoying it. The slow teasing and his size was more than she was used to. Her husband was loving, but not a great lay. He came fast and usually just did the quick in and out for a few minutes until he came. No changing it up, no teasing.
Sheila decided it would be best for her state of mind to just try and focus on the pleasures this was causing. She was afraid that if she thought too hard about why this was happening or with whom, then she would break down and start bawling.
Mr. Fredricks had started to get into a rhythm now. Speeding up, then slowing back down. Teasing her with just the tip, then bottoming out in her. At times he would push all the way in and then just grind against her, mashing his balls against her engorged clit.
Sheila lost herself in the carnal act. Small moans and gasps escaped her. Her boss noticed that she was getting into it and started whispering filth into her ears.
"You like my dirty cock up inside you? I hope you aren't on birth control and all this precum leaking into you gets you pregnant. I bet you can't decide if you want to swallow my hot load or have me flood your stinking cunt with it," He grunted through clenched teeth.
"Or are you the kind of white trash that wants it up the ass? You want your boss to cum in your asshole? you want to shit on my dick?"
Sheila could just grunt and push back. Kyle always fucked her in silence. This just added to the dirtiness of everything and she felt herself close to cumming.
She was too far gone on lust to feel guilty or victimized. By now Mr. Fredricks had picked up speed and must have been close to losing his wad.
"My pussy. Cum in my filthy pussy," She whined. She didn't know what had come over her, and she didn't care.
Her fat boss put all his weight on her, crushing her into the desk. Sheila felt his cock bulge and throb deep inside of her, spurting his seed deep within her womb.
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