Steamy Corporate Surrender
Under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights in the bustling Seattle tech startup, Lila adjusted her pencil skirt, the fabric hugging her curves like a second skin. At 32, with raven hair cascading to her shoulders and legs that turned heads in her stilettos, she navigated the open-plan office with a flirtatious sway. Dreams of climbing the ladder—or at least affording a bigger place for her and husband Marcus, the night-shift warehouse manager—kept her pushing. But today, as rain lashed the floor-to-ceiling windows, something felt off in the air, thick and ominous.
Her phone buzzed. Conference room. Now. – Victoria. Lila’s pulse quickened. Victoria, the sharp-featured CEO with fiery red locks and a reputation for ruthlessness, rarely summoned underlings directly.
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Chapter 1: Shadows of Blackmail 🔥
Lila slipped into the glass-walled conference room, the scent of fresh coffee mingling with Victoria’s overpowering jasmine perfume. Seated at the head of the polished oak table was Derek, the hulking facilities director—tattooed arms straining his flannel shirt, a perpetual cigar chomped between his teeth despite the no-smoking signs.
“Sit,” Victoria commanded, her green eyes slicing through Lila like lasers. Lila crossed her legs, nylon stockings whispering against each other, feeling exposed under their gazes.
Derek slid a thick envelope across the table. Victoria tapped it open, fanning glossy prints. Lila’s breath hitched. There was Marcus, kissing her goodbye at their apartment door. Her sister Elena at the grocery store. Mom and Dad strolling in the park. Intimate. Too close.
“What the hell is this?” Lila’s voice cracked, hands trembling as she gathered the photos.
Victoria leaned forward, lips curling. “Insurance, darling. You’ve been teasing the boys here—bending over desks, those short skirts. Time to pay up.”
Derek grunted, lighting his cigar anyway, smoke curling steamy tendrils toward the vent. “Accidents happen. Wouldn’t want that for your pretty family.”
Lila’s stomach churned, bile rising with the acrid tobacco stench. “You’re blackmailing me? For what?”
“Office morale booster,” Victoria purred. “You’ll service whoever wants it. Mouth, holes—all open. Starting now.” Her fingers drummed the table, nails painted blood-red.
Tears pricked Lila’s eyes. Memories flashed: her innocent flirting to feel alive, Marcus’s tired smiles after double shifts. No choice. “Fine. Just… don’t hurt them.”
“Strip,” Derek barked. Heart pounding, Lila kicked off her heels, the cool tile biting her bare soles. Zipper down, skirt pooling at her ankles. Blouse unbuttoned, revealing lace bra cradling her full D-cups. Panties last, damp from nervous sweat, exposing her trimmed mound.
They watched, hungry. Victoria smirked. “Jewelry off, except the wedding band. Let’s see how that sparkles while you’re filled.”
Chapter 2: Paraded and Exposed 💋
Naked, skin prickling in the air-conditioned chill, Lila trailed them back to the main floor. Coworkers glanced up from laptops—designers, coders, the sales team—eyes widening at the spectacle. Whispers rippled like waves.
“On your desk,” Victoria ordered. Lila perched on the edge, thighs parting under Derek’s glare. The wood was smooth, cold against her ass cheeks.
“Spread wider. Show them your steamy little secrets.” Derek’s voice was gravel. Lila’s fingers shook as she parted her folds, pink flesh glistening under the lights. A droplet of arousal betrayed her body’s confusion—fear twisting into forbidden heat.
Intercom crackled. “Team, meet our new perk: Lila. Fuck her anytime, anywhere. No limits.” Laughter erupted. Mia, the snarky graphic designer who’d always envied Lila’s figure, cackled loudest.
“All yours first, Derek,” Victoria said, waving him off like a dog with a bone.
He yanked Lila by the arm, marching her to the server room annex—a dimly lit space humming with fans, smelling of ozone and oil. Cables snaked the floor like veins. Five techs paused their wiring jobs, jaws dropping.
“Boss’s gift,” Derek boomed. “Bend over, slut.”
Lila complied, palms pressing gritty concrete, ass high. The air hummed steamy with machine heat and male anticipation. Derek unzipped, his thick, veined length slapping her thigh. “Open up.”
She did, and he thrust in—no mercy. Her walls stretched, burning, juices easing the invasion. Grunts filled the room as he pounded, balls slapping her clit. “Tight as a virgin,” he growled.
Hands groped her tits from behind, pinching nipples to peaks. Someone shoved fingers in her mouth—salty, callused. Cum hit first from Derek, hot jets flooding her depths, dripping down her thighs.
Next was Jax, the lanky coder, flipping her onto a tarp amid server racks. His cock, slender but long, speared her throat while another claimed her pussy. Gagging, choking, the metallic tang of pre-cum coated her tongue.
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Chapter 3: Waves of Degradation
Hours blurred in the server haze. Lila lost count after the seventh load—creampies oozing from her cunt, ass now gaping from Jax’s turn there. He’d ignored her whimpers, spitting on her rosebud before reaming it raw. Scream echoed off metal walls, applause from the crew.
New scene: Flashback hit amid the frenzy. Lila remembered lunch with newbie intern Kyle—sharing laughs about faith, ambitions. Now he loomed over her, cock monstrous, nine inches throbbing. “Please, Kyle… not like this,” she begged, voice hoarse.
He flipped her doggy, semen-lubed crack inviting. One brutal push, and agony split her. “Dreamed of this faithless pussy,” he snarled, reaming until bowels warmed with his spend.
They got inventive: double penetration, her holes stuffed twin cocks, a third in mouth. Cum bubbled from lips, nostrils flaring for air. Breasts mauled purple, hickeys blooming like bruises.
Victoria sauntered in mid-fuck, heels clicking. “My turn.” She straddled Lila’s face, grinding her shaved slit—musky, tangy—while a tech plowed below. “Lick, bitch. Earn your keep.” Lila’s tongue delved, clit swelling under flicks, Victoria shuddering in orgasm, squirting sweet nectar down her throat.
Mia joined, strap-on buckled. “Always wanted to wreck you.” The fake girth ravaged Lila’s pussy, Victoria fisting her hair for sloppy kisses tasting of lipstick and sin.
Exhausted, body a slick mess—sweat, jizz, pussy juice glazing skin—Lila trembled on the tarp. The concrete abraded her knees, soles filthy. Puffiness throbbed between legs, asshole winking ruined.
Derek hauled her up. “Back to work. Invoices wait for no slut.”
Chapter 4: Twisted Duties 🔥
Staggering to her cubicle, cum trails snaking thighs, Lila collapsed into her chair. The seat squelched wetly. Coworkers leered; Mia blew a kiss.
New conflict: Phone vibrated—Marcus. Heart seized. She ignored, fingers flying over keyboard, invoices blurring through tears. A sales bro wandered over, unzipping. “Quick suck?” Rod in mouth, she bobbed mechanically, gulping bitter ropes while typing.
Afternoon meeting: Boardroom full, Lila presented nude, slides clicking as Derek casually fingered her from behind. Gasps, then moans escaped; her core clenched steamy around knuckles. “Data looks good,” Victoria deadpanned, team snickering.
Post-meet, trio of devs cornered her in break room. Coffee bitter on tongue as they bent her over counter, spit-roasting. Microwave hummed counterpoint to flesh slaps, coffee steam mirroring her foggy lust-haze.
Guilt gnawed. Marcus deserved better. But body betrayed—nipples ached, clit pulsed. Internal war: whore or survivor?
Victoria called again. “Overtime tonight?” Lila nodded mutely, knowing denial meant disaster.
Sunset bled orange through windows, rain pattering like applause for her fall.
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Chapter 5: Depths of Submission 💋
Evening deepened the office shadows. Lila, raw and reeking of sex, huddled at her desk. Server crew returned for seconds, bending her over monitors. Screens flickered distorted faces as cocks plunged—pussy, ass alternating, double-stuffed till overflow.
New scene: Private with Victoria. CEO’s office plush, leather couch sighing under weight. “Kneel.” Lila did, lapping Victoria’s folds—velvet heat, clit like pearl. Strap-on followed, pegging deep while Victoria whispered taunts. “Marcus know his wife’s such a steamy cum-dump?” Orgasm ripped Lila unwillingly, walls milking silicone.
Derek joined, spit-roasting on desk. Their rhythms synced brutal—throat bulging, guts churning. Cum cocktail filled her: salty throat, creamy bowels.
After, sprawled amid papers, Lila panted. Vulnerability crashed. “Why me?” Victoria stroked hair almost tenderly. “You sparked it, flirt. Now own it.”
Bond shifted—hate laced lust. Derek grunted approval, zipping up.
Physical toll: Muscles quaked, skin sticky, throat raw. Emotional: Fracture mending crooked, desire threading fear.
Chapter 6: The Bitter Call Home
Nine PM. Office thinned, but Lila lingered, body wrecked canvas of use. Pussy swollen shut almost, ass leaking slow, tits veined from grips. Makeup rivers down cheeks, hair matted cum-crusted.
Phone rang—Marcus. Receptionist Karen (ironic) grinned, buzzing it through. “Honey?” His voice warm, unsuspecting.
“Hey…” Lila croaked, cum-glazed chin quivering. Sales pit laughed softly. A hand snuck under desk, toying her steamy heat—fingers delving remnants.
“Late night? Miss you.” Marcus oblivious.
“Yeah… busy.” Intrusion deepened, knuckle curling her G. Moan suppressed. “Love you.”
Hang up. Laughter swelled. Victoria from afar: “Shower before he sniffs it out.”
Lila dressed—clothes retrieved, crusty. Heels clicked exit, rain washing streets but not soul. Door closed on steamy surrender, future gaping unknown. Body hummed echoes, mind whirled threats. Tomorrow? More. Always more.
She drove home, thighs slick, wedding ring mocking gleam. Marcus slept; she showered scalding, erasing scents. Slipping beside him, guilt cocooned her. But in dreams, heat lingered—steamy promise of chains unbroken.
