Useful

Read part 1 here.

She threw her bag in the back seat of his truck before climbing into the passenger seat.  She took her tits out of her blouse before she put her seatbelt on.  They reviewed their weekends until he pulled onto the highway and undid her seatbelt. He pinched her nipple until she moaned, then used it to drag her across to his lap. 

She settled in comfortably, letting his hand on her head guide her pace.  She had grown to enjoy starting her days like this- a good opportunity to focus her mind.  She relaxed her shoulders, bobbing her head up and down as his cock slid down her throat with ease.  She was so focused on being used that she didn’t realize they had arrived, or that a few of her colleagues had stopped to watch.

He pulled her off just in time to cum into her smoothie, then they adjusted their clothes, gathered their things, and walked into the office.  “I think I should quit my job and do this full time- I much prefer being your free use office whore to board meetings and politics,” she said as she sipped her smoothie.  

“You can’t quit your job,” he replied simply.  “I like using powerful women, not an unemployed degen,” he said with a slap of her ass and a smile.

—-

Her boss came into her office just as she was finishing her cum drenched smoothie.  She gave him a few updates, and then followed him down the hall at his request.

“Thanks for making the time, Slut- I think you will be pretty useful to him this morning.”

It was clear by his surprised expression that he didn’t expect her to be in their meeting.  “A peace offering,” their boss said with a smile. She assumed the Wait position, hands behind her back and legs spread while he considered her.

“Smart man,” he smirked, “but I’m still pissed.  Let’s get into it.  Slut, over my desk.”

She walked to his desk, bending at the waist and laying across it.  He pulled her skirt up, exposing her thong-clad ass.  She heard his belt come off next, and focused on relaxing her posture.

She had no idea what they were negotiating, but she knew for sure that he wasn’t happy.  The folks online were being difficult, and it was clear by the enthusiasm with which he belted her ass that he was losing patience.  She couldn’t have focused on their back and forth if she tried, as her entire focus was on relaxing her ass and thighs between blows.

She cried out once; he paused, tearing her thong off and stuffing it in her mouth.  The next slap was in the exact same spot- a challenge, no doubt.  She swallowed her scream.

By the time their boss left the office her ass was already starting to bruise.  He offered her a half-hearted apology in a glance before he left them.  She moved to stand, incorrectly assuming that the worst was over.

His hand on her back slammed her back into place.  “Don’t move, Slut.  I’m just getting started.”  

She lost herself in the sound of the strap; its bite across her ass and thighs matched each snap.  She desperately wanted to call it- her hands ached to cover her welts, her legs ached to carry her to safety.  Her skin was screaming, but at long last she began to feel the promise of surrender.  She began to feel giddy, stifling a giggle.  She was finally relaxed, absorbing everything that he poured into her.

When his belt was finished with her ass, it wrapped around her neck and pulled her up just enough to arch her back.  His cock greedily slid into her, possessing every shred of her that was left.  She moaned freely as his hips crashed into her raw, welted skin.  He felt like fire, both inside and out.  The belt tightened, she arched for him more.  

He pulled out of her, circling the desk with his hand still on the belt until his cock reached her mouth.  He was furious, keeping her pressed down on the desk and thrusting his cock up to greet her throat.  Between his belt and his cock, she didn’t have much to do with breathing.  She relaxed into him, doing her best to stop fighting him and ignore the fire on her skin.

It worked, until he slapped her ass while she swallowed his cock.  She choked as the fierce pain coursed through her.  He laughed, and did it again.  She pushed to stand, knowing that he wasn’t going to let her.

He did, however, flip her onto her back.  The cool wood of his desk soothed her ass for a brief moment before he shoved two fingers into her soaking cunt.  He was ruthless, pressing into her hard and fast until she squirted all over his desk.  She screamed when she came, her body overcome with pain and pleasure.  

He couldn’t let her have it.  Before her orgasm even finished he had three, then four fingers into her soaked cunt.  “You are going to take my fist, Slut- relax and itll be easier,” he coached.

She did her best to calm her screaming reflexes, but it took his voice a few more times for her to let the tension go from her hips and core.  His fist slid past her last resistance, filling her impossibly.  She screamed and moaned to relieve the tension her body threatened.  Each thrust of his fist felt like it would unravel her entirely, and before long it did.  She screamed as she came, powerless to avoid the crashing sensation as he forced her to ride it out.  

When he finally withdrew his fist she felt empty, and breathed a sigh of relief when he turned her back to where she started and slid his cock into her.  He lifted her head by her hair, wrapping his hand gently around her neck.  He growled thank you into her ear before he came, filling her cunt with enough of him that she knew she would be feeling it for hours.

He removed his belt from her neck and helped her fix her skirt.  He grabbed her by the hair, wiping it across his desk to clean up her cum.  She went to fix the red lipstick that his cock had smeared across her cheek, but he confiscated her lipstick before she could reapply.  “Don’t,” he said simply, putting the tube in his pocket, “it looks better like that.”

She felt like she was floating down the hall, her morning’s ordeal proving to be quite an equalizer for both of their moods. 

Her peace was interrupted when she returned to her office and saw a note from her assistant.  She called the client, and by the time she was off the phone the issue was band-aided, and she was seeing red.  Someone had undercut her team with a client, and as a result had fumbled a massive contract- one that her team had been working on for months.  That someone just happened to work for the man whose cum was dripping down her leg.

The app for the stupid ring she wore to track her myriad sleep and stress management failures buzzed on her phone- a warning that her heart rate was elevated and she needed to lower her stress.

“Fuck this,” she thought, and took off down the hall.

Whether it was the ferocity with which her heels hit the floor, the vicious look in her eyes, or the bright red lipstick smeared across her cheek from the morning meeting, she wasn’t sure- but everyone in the hallway stayed clear of her (war)path.

She blew through his assistant, slamming the door open to his office- and almost hitting their boss with it in the process.

“Sorry,” she offered hastily, “I need him.”

“He’s all yours,” their boss said with a knowing smirk.  He left the office and quietly closed the door.

She turned toward him, her cum-styled hair no doubt a mirror of her feral mood.  

He unfolded his tall frame from his chair, coming out from behind his desk with his palms gently open.  “I already know, and I am dealing with it,” he said calmly.  

The steam she was building for a blowout argument started to dissipate against her will.  She wasn’t yet ready to let it go.  “This is an absolutely asinine situation,” she began, knowing that her voice was about twice the necessary decibel. He (bravely) cut her off.

“I agree, which is why I am dealing with it.  It should never have happened, and believe me- by the time I am done with him he will wish it hadn’t,” he said.  She could feel his own ferocity in his words, which gave her pause.

“So, that’s it then?” she demanded, slightly disoriented as the argument she craved evaporated.  

“He’s on my team, it’s my fuck up to handle.  If he doesn’t personally apologize to you by the end of the day, believe me I will take a front row seat to you destroying him,” he promised.

She smirked at that.  She had devised about ten creative ways to eviscerate her new nemesis on the walk over here, so if he failed- she would be ready.

“Fine,” she conceded.  She wrung her hands, adrenaline and rage still coursing through her.  

“I need you to hit me…fuck me…something,” she said, pacing his office.

“Oh do you, now?” He sat back on his desk, posture relaxed. 

“Yes- in case it isn’t obvious, I am fucking pissed- and now I can’t fight with you, beacuse you are being so god damned reasonable- so I need you to deal with me so I can go back to work.” She could feel him smirking at her, which didn’t quell her still simmering rage.

“Your anger must have confused you,” he said with a smirk, “that’s not how this works.  You work for me- you relieve my stress- I don’t answer to you.  Remember your place, Slut.”  His tone was kind, perhaps amused- but his point was clear.

“Yes Sir,” she said out of habit, “I know- but I feel like under the circumstances you owe me one,” she said.  It wasn’t begging- yet.

“I don’t owe you anything, Slut- now go make yourself useful until I need you,” he said dismissively.  He sat back in his desk chair, signalling the end of their conversation.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t yet finished.  She walked over to his desk, an admittedly reckless plan forming in her mind with each step.  

“Make me,” she said cooly, locking eyes with him.

He smiled.  “Don’t provoke me, it’s beneath you,” he said- but the flash of what lives inside him, and its promise of oblivion, was enough to keep her going.

“Oh I would never dream of provoking you, Sir,” she said in a voice laced with false deference, “that would be reckless.”

She punctuated her sentence by knocking assorted items off of his desk with lazy intention.  

She was pinned to the wall with his hand around her neck before the pencils hit the floor.  She would’ve smirked if she had enough air to breathe.

“I told you not to provoke me,” he said, his ferocity drowned in irritation.  He closed his hand over her throat, ensuring she had no breath.  “I know you think that you are going to get what you want, but you couldn’t be further from it,” he said menacingly.

The self satisfied sparkle in her eyes dimmed- partly from his words, and partly from his hand on her throat.

“Stay with me, Slut,” he said as he spit on her face, bringing her eyes back to life for a moment.  “You will not bait me again.” 

It wasn’t a question, but she used the last of her draining resources to offer him a slight nod.  His hand on her throat didn’t relent- instead, it tightened.

She tried to panic, but she didn’t have it in her.  She held the intensity of his stare until she saw stars.

—

She awoke seconds later, coughing as he gently sat her on the floor.  He handed her a bottle of water, kissed her on the forehead, and left to his next meeting.

She downed the water, filling her lungs with as much oxygen as the room had to give her.  She was briefly disoriented, and it took her a moment to remember how she got to the floor.  Her rage came back first, quickly followed by the fear that he instilled with his stare.

She stood, smoothing her skirt, and promised herself that she wouldn’t provoke him ever again.  

She returned to her office intent on working through her unexpended rage by crushing some to do list items.  Within about five minutes, her skin was crawling with residual agitation.  She wanted a few punches to the ribs, but now knew far better than to have the audacity to request them.

She left her office in search of something similar, after a quick glance at her contract.  He told her to be useful, and useful she would be. 

She made it to the washroom, staring at her reflection in the mirror.  She saw the morning’s smeared lipstick, and dried cum in her hair- nothing out of the ordinary.  She’d fix that.

She took a black sharpie and wrote the word USEFUL across each cheek, with arrows to her wet mouth.  She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra, then wrote the same word across her chest.  Finally, she pulled her skirt up around her hips and wrote it on her cunt.  

She used her bra to secure her wrist to one of the urinals, then sat down to wait.  She spread her legs and opened her blouse, ensuring the message of her artwork was on full display.

It took about an hour for word to spread among the staff.  The first couple of men who entered had to be talked into a blowjob, and each came gently and quickly in her skilled mouth.  She made sure to spit their cum down her chin and onto her tits, if only to encourage others to do the same.

She stood, hoping that if they wouldnt pound her face they would at least pound her cunt.  She wrote her USEFUL mantra down the back of each thigh, with a helpful arrow to her wet cunt.  She bent at the waist for her next guest.

“No fucking way,” she heard him say, “is…is this allowed?”

No one wanted to experience his wrath.  She understood that, currently better than most despite her current self-imposed predicament.

“It sure is,” she said brightly, using her free hand to finger her cunt.  “I’m being useful, so please do the same and fuck me.”

He didn’t have to be asked twice.  She heard his zipper about two seconds before he slid into her needy cunt.  He was rock hard, and long enough to give her pause before she asked for it harder.

By the time he filled her she was screaming, and there were three more men in line.  

As luck would have it, they were emboldened by an audience.  The next cock pushed into her with enough force that she had to brace herself on the wall.  A couple minutes later she heard someone say “Fuck I have a meeting in ten minutes, hurry up,” followed by “use her mouth.”

She made a mental note of the creative problem solver for future projects.

A fist in her hair brought her mouth to another cock while her cunt was filled a second time.  She closed her lips around her new guest while he tentatively tested her throat.  When his colleague started pounding her cunt, he matched his rhythm in her throat.

“Finally,” she garbled through her drool.

His orgasm took him by surprise, and he blew most of it on her face.  He apologized, and she laughed.  

“More please,” she said sweetly as she sat on the floor beside the urinal.  Her wrist remained tied above her head with her bra, and her free hand danced across her clit as her cunt leaked cum. 

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, an invitation for two more men to take turns in her throat.  Her head started to spin, not unlike when his hand was around her throat.  She rode the high, relaxing her throat and sticking her tongue out to take more of them.  They both finished on her face, and then in her hair as they jumped at his voice.

“What do we have here?” he asked. She couldn’t gauge his level of amusement vs. fury, and clearly neither could his direct reports whose cum was running down the side of her face.

“She..she said it was okay,” they stammered as they shoved their cocks back into their pants.  

“Oh she did, did she?” he asked, grabbing her by the cum soaked hair and tilting her head up to him.  “Don’t leave,” he said to his team as they hastened to the door.

“You have something on your face, Slut, but I can’t see it through all the cum,” he observed.  He spit on her face in a show of washing it away.

He growled as he read the words on her cheeks, then her chest.  His eyes went to her bound wrist.  “Who did this?” he challenged.  

“I was just following your instructions, Sir,” she said sweetly.  “I believe I was told to make myself useful.”

Understanding dawned on his face, but the rest of his emotions remained unreadable to all in the room.  Typical.

“I did indeed,” he conceded, “and because you are doing as I instructed, no one is getting fired for using my Slut without permission.”

The room breathed a collective sigh of relief.

“Now, I came in here to piss.  I certainly don’t want to get in the way of you…doing your job.  Who’s next for the free use office whore?”

Tension rippled through the remaining men in the room until he called one by name.  At last her mouth was filled with another cock while he moved to piss in the urinal that she was tied to.

She should’ve known better.

She was so focused on not choking on the cock that was assaulting her throat that she didn’t see the stream of piss aimed at her face.  She coughed and sputtered, but he instructed his staff member to keep his cock in her throat.  He unloaded his bladder all over her, and seconds later warm cum covered his piss.

He removed her tube of red lipstick from his pocket, adding his own words to her body- on her forehead, tits, stomach, and inner thighs.  She had no idea what he wrote, and was too blissed out to care.

“Carry on,” he said brightly as he washed his hands and left the washroom.

They did.  She felt like she had serviced every man in the building by the end of the day.  After he’d pissed on her, every man who watched did the same, as did every man who followed.  When she wasn’t drowning in piss, she was being slammed into the wall by a cock.  Her cunt ached, her throat burned, and her stomach heaved until there was nothing left.  She couldn’t open her eyes for all the cum, piss, and spit- so by the end she didn’t even know who was using her.

She had totally forgotten what made her angry, or what was on her to do list.  There were times that she forgot who she was.  She was filthy, feral, and free.

He found her in a pool of piss, panting through a smirk.  Her expression was manic peace, with words in smeared marker and lipstick amid the piss and cum. 

When he slid his cock down her throat, there was no resistance in her mouth or body.  She became his sleeve, wide eyes looking up at him more for stability in her storm than anything. He started deep and gentle, relieving his bladder down her throat before starting to thrust.  She didn’t resist him once, no matter how he held her nose or took her throat.  She embodied surrender, even as he coated her in cum.

—

He left her in her haze while he turned the shower on.  He collected her from the floor, helping her out of her soaked clothes and into the shower.  He washed her until he could trace the words on her cheeks and chest, and the clear imprint of his hand around her neck.  He was on the second wash of her hair by the time he saw coherence return to her features.

“Are you pleased with yourself, Slut?” he asked, amused.  

She grinned.  “Yes, Sir.  I feel pretty useful,” she said.  Her token self satisfaction bubbled to the surface, and he couldn’t begrudge her for it.  

“You are, as always, a whiz with exploiting a contract,” he smiled.  “I will get even, but I will let you have this round.  You look fucking gorgeous when you’re useful.”