Six Ways To Sunday

[TheGrind]

(Seeking a new writer for this thread or for beginning a new thread. If interested, send me a PM. Updated 12 July 2014)

Jonathan tossed his felt hat on his desk as he shut the door behind him. His name had been printed on the distorted glass three years prior. Already seven years into the Depression and he hadn’t so much as anything lighter than a nickle leaving his pocket. But rich men and women wanted things and such people had deep pockets. That’s not to say times were always easy but sometimes a man had to drum up his own business.

The women were always the best customers. They often had nowhere else to go either because the cops were corrupt, they didn’t care or a case had just turned cold. Some were willing to pay a lot, and the poorer ones in various other ways in order to have their breadwinner returned home to them. Without an income the family would be lost for jobs in the city were impossible to come by. He’d chosen the right racket to join.

Before he sat down behind his desk he removed his revolver, placing it inside the top drawer. The holster joined its partner moments later. It hadn’t been used today, or ever. The more he stayed in the shadows the better off he was. The way they portrayed his occupation in those detective noir films just weren’t accurate. But he wasn’t about to downplay the heroism or womanizing features Dick Tracy portrayed.

One more appointment laid ahead of him before he’d end the day. Leaning forward he heard over the phone that his appointment had arrived. It was another disappearing persons case. If the police couldn’t solve them they were almost impossible but there was always hope. Jonathan returned his answer over the closed wire to send the girl on in. Within minutes he’d find out if it was worth his time and effort to take on what she was seeking.

 

[sallythescorpian]

She had no where else to go, no one else to turn to, she knew that, and that knowledge made her desperate, and made her panic. Her heart rate seemed to increase with every step on the climb up the stairs to his office. It didn't look much, but then, nothing did these days. A busy, somewhat overworked secretary secretary looked up. It was late, and she was obviously hoping to go home.

She looked at the secretary, and managed a weak smile.

"Hello. My name is Katherine French, or Kate, for short. I .... I called earlier, and you said you would try to fit me in for the last appointment. Is that okay? Can he see me?"

Kate wanted desperately to ask if he was good, what his success rate was, but she didn't get the opportunity, as she was told to go in.

Walking into the office, she looked at the man on the other side of the old, scarred desk, which was scattered with papers, wondering if he looked like a good private detective, wondering if he would take her case.

"Hello, I'm Kate French. Thank you for seeing me"

She took a seat, crossing her legs, and setting her purse on the ground.

"I need your help. My sister Betty, she's missing. She's been gone almost forty eight hours now. I... I went to the police... but they aren't taking it seriously. She's only just turned eighteen, and I've cared for her for the past six years, on my own, since Father passed. I promised to keep her safe, and ....."

She felt tears swelling and spilling over her lower lips, and she picked up her purse, and began to search for a handkerchief, finally pulling out a lacey one, and dabbing at her eyes.

"I'm sorry."

She smiled.

"Its just that I'm so worried, and I have no where else to go. Can you help me? Will you get her back for me??"

The hope in her voice was clear, as was the desperation.

"I don't have much but.... "

She dug in the purse once more, and pulled out a pair of pearl stud earrings.

"These were my mother's. You can have them if you find Betty"

 

[TheGrind]

Jonathan offered nothing but a forced smile upon her entrance. She was offered the seat she took as he relaxed in his chair, the squeaks from the wood and its age ever apparent. Nothing was new these days. It was all well-worn and that seemed good enough for everyone. Tough times meant standards were lowered, it meant the police were busy and both were beneficial to what he was doing.

Sitting in his chair he listened to her seemingly ramble on about a sister she’d lost and police not helping. No wonder with the tent cities popping up in major cities, they were busy enough while worrying about growing gangs who’d grown in power after the foolish decisions of prohibition. Then he saw the pearls. There was a time when he’d accept something like that as payment but it wasn’t enough. She might as well have offered him a white buffalo.

“Miss French,” the forced smile reappeared, “I appreciate your situation but I can’t accept something like that as full payment. Costs for everything are drowning and no one has the money to pay for pearls and those who do aren’t paying what they paid in the mid twenties. I could accept it as a push to get me started but it won’t be enough to tide this case through. Missing people are hard to find whether they’re trying to hide or someone is doing it for them. I understand the times too well but I’ll need more.”

Jonathan let the silence sting the air for a few passing seconds before he broke it again, “Do you have anything else to offer?” His eyes settled on her, “Anything at all before we get started?”

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kate had taken a handkerchief from her purse, and was now worrying it between her hands, wringing it until it threatened to shred.

It wasn't going to be enough, the only thing of value she had, and it wasn't going to be enough. She thought for a moment, racking her brain, trying to think of something, anything.

"I... I have a necklace and a broach.... but they are both paste.... worth nickles and dimes at best... I.... I don't have anything else. Please! I'm desperate. She's all I have in the world!!"

To her dismay she began to sob, fat tears welling and spilling down her cheeks, making her eyes bloodshot, and streaking her cheeks. She had nothing else, not a thing. Through bleary eyes she looked at him, the picture of misery.

"Please find her for me, I... I'm begging you. I'm desperate, and I have no where else to turn. Please!!"

She hated that she was begging, sounding so desperate. But her back was to the wall, and she had no where else to go. He had been recommended to her, as a talented investigator, and her best prospect to get her sister back.

She stood, and began to walk miserably to the door, when an idea struck.

"Wait!"

Her face brightened, as she thought of a possibility, and she clung to it.

"I do have one thing of value that you might be able to make use of! I have me. Do you think you could accept such a deal??"

She looked up at him, a desperate hope shining in her eyes.

 

[TheGrind]

Jonathan looked at her through disapproving eyes as she offered herself as part of the payment. Bending at his waist he opened and closed a bottom drawer, pulling out a half bottle of warm whiskey and a shot glass. While letting her words dangle like those pearls she once wore he poured himself a pair of shots, downing both of them. The day was almost over and it was nearly time to unwind now that he was almost through with the girl.

“Look around, Miss French,” Jonathan spoke, capping the bottle once more. “Everything I need done I already have a girl for. Paperwork, scheduling, cleaning, all for the office is done. I have no need of another girl to do that work. You’d just be in the way.”

Then he grabbed the bottle, returning it to its spot in the drawer as his eyes set on Kate. “I’d like to help you but I can’t work for free and I don’t need a second girl to do what the first is capable of finishing.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

Silence stretched, and her heart thudded as she waited, despeartately hoping that he would have need of her. She watched him root in the drawer, and then pour, and drink some whiskey. Her nerves stretched thin as she waited, hoping. She could type, although not very fast, but she was organised, and was good at paper work, she'd be an asset to him, she was certain, if only he'd give her the chance.

“Look around, Miss French, Everything I need done I already have a girl for. Paperwork, scheduling, cleaning, all for the office is done. I have no need of another girl to do that work. You’d just be in the way.”

Kate felt like she had been punched in the stomach, she had hoped, desperately that it was an option.

“I’d like to help you but I can’t work for free and I don’t need a second girl to do what the first is capable of finishing.”

"Could... could you at least make a start with the earrings? Please?? I... I'm desperate!"

She began to cry, fat tears spilling, trailing her mascara down her cheek in a thin, black trail. She swiped at the tears, pride making her hope desperately that she wouldn't break down completely.

"I... I have nothing else, nothing. Are you sure I can't file for you? I'd work for nothing, until I repaid the debt...."

She trailed off, seeing that it was hopeless, and, after a pregnant silence, she started for the door, her feet dragging, as despair sucked her under. She held the door knob, but didn't turn it, as the unthinkable occurred to her, no longer seeming quite so unthinkable.

"What about something else.... something more... personal.. is there... anything at all, that would make you change you mind..... anything?"

She didn't turn, her face flaming, unable to face him. She desperately hoped he'd say yes, and with almost equal force, she hoped he'd say no, and she could forget all about her immoral proposition.

 

[TheGrind]

The scraping sound of his chair against the hardwood floor echoed against the blank walls of the room. Giving himself enough room to push away he stood up and walked across the room. Jonathan was close enough to Kate that he could feel the heat from her body as his hand reached for the knob of the door, twisting it to open. Without a word spoken he pushed it open and disappeared into the hall.

Disappearing behind thin walls he spoke briefly with the secretary behind the desk. A quick farewell and she gathered up her few personal items, heading home for the day. After she’d left, Jonathan returned to the room, squeezing between Kate and the frame of the door.

“I just sent her home for the night,” he spoke as he walked back to his chair behind his desk. Sitting down he started again, “Now what is this ‘something more personal’ you had in mind?”

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kate stood there, unable to move while he left the office,dismissing his secretary for the evening. The sound of the typewriter being covered, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor, the rustle of papers, the clanging of the steel filing cabinet closing, the click clack of high heels hitting the wooden floor. Her heart rate kicked up a notch with each and every thing. Then, the bang of the outer door closing made her jump, followed by the quiet 'snick' of the lock being engaged, signifying something so much more than simply a door being locked.

His body crowded hers as he pushed by, and then he spoke, asking her something she had not expected.

“Now what is this ‘something more personal’ you had in mind?”

Wasn't it obvious??? She blushed, turning crimson as her face heated. Was he going to make her spell it out?? Could she do it??

She inhaled sharply, her heart hammering.

"I thought perhaps you might........ want........ to know me............ in the biblical sense, I mean"

That was as explicit as he thought she could get. She didn't know whether to add that she was, as yet, a virgin. She was unmarried, he could see that by the absence of a wedding ring, so she presumed he would guess as much.

Silence stretched, and with it, her every nerve, she pressed her forehead to the door, needing this to reach a conclusion before she lost her nerve, and ran for the door.

"I..... I'm not.... experienced.... but, I'll do what you desire"

Her last words were whispered, barely audible.

"Please............"

 

[TheGrind]

The space between them was barely enough for a razor blade to slide through. What she exhaled was exactly what he expected her to say. The time it would take for the case and the effort he’d have to put it into it would far exceed the cost of an actual whore. But then, he never had to actually search for the missing person, in which case the girl would cost him nothing while he routinely used her.

As he passed her by, Jonathan’s hand reached down, grabbing a handful of her ass. Returning to his chair, hearing it squeak as he sat down, he positioned it to face her. “Show me what you have. You can close the door if you like, or leave it open. That one’s up to you.”

Now that he knew he was going to be spending a little more time in the office, unless the girl fled from fear, he pulled out his bottle again and poured another shot glass full. But it wasn’t for her. It’d never be for her as he took another drink.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kate could hardly believe what she had offered. She stood, shaking as she looked at him, wondering if he would accept, or laugh, and send her on her way. She wasn't sure which she feared more - his acceptance or rejection of her offer.

She held her breath, watching as he poured himself another drink, and settled behind his desk. Her mouth was dry, and her heart hammered.

“Show me what you have. You can close the door if you like, or leave it open. That one’s up to you"

"Here??"

Her voice was little more than a high pitched squeek.

She waited, expecting him to laugh it off. He didn't.

"I... I... was thinking more like........ You know, I could.... um ... date you"

In her mind, she had thought that she would allow him to romance her, and that she would allow him the freedoms of her body, at the end of a night. This.... the thing he was demanding, was so much more........... blunt. It seemed somehow........ dirtier.

Tears welled in her eyes, as she fought it, while the silence stretched, and frayed her nerves, and then knowing that it was her last chance, she mustered her courage.

She shut the door, and then, eyes tightly closed, she removed her coat, and her top and shirt, and stood before him in her bra, panties, garter belt and stocking. She had never felt more vulnerable in her life, and she hoped this would suffice.

She still had her eyes closed.

"Okay, you've seen me................... can I dress now?"

 

[TheGrind]

When she asked if he’d date her he looked at her as though she’d sprouted an arm out the top of her head. The idea was ludicrous to him. It was something he hadn’t even considered nor was he even going to bother thinking about it. The girl was going to cost him more than she was worth, or the case. A prostitute would be cheaper.

As the door shut and it seemed the idea had escaped her, Jonathan leaned against his chair, the squeaks ever more evident now that silence reigned. When she began undressing he took more interest, watching her closer as each piece of clothing hit the floor, as each inch of her flesh revealed itself. Then she said she was done.

Jonathan rose an eyebrow as if to ask if she were seriously finished. Asking so soon. And without seeing a piece of pink anywhere on that fragile little frame.

“No,” he spoke at last. “I haven’t seen you yet. You’re still wearing clothes. Only after you’ve removed your clothes and I’ve had my first taste of you will I decide if its enough. Otherwise, the door is right behind you.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

The dating suggestion didn't look like it went down well, and Kate shuffled from foot to foot, nervous, feeling exposed, and vulnerable.

They stared at one another for a few minutes, and then with an air of disinterest he spoke.

“No,“I haven’t seen you yet. You’re still wearing clothes. Only after you’ve removed your clothes and I’ve had my first taste of you will I decide if its enough. Otherwise, the door is right behind you.”

Kate's face heated, and her blush spread deeper, covering her breasts, and right up into her hairline. Could she do this? Expose herself so to a stranger? And what of her sister if she didn't? He was her only hope, surely it was missish to be so prudish when she considered what was at stake??

Taking a deep breath, she bent and caught the hem of her slip, and lifted it, pulling it up over her head, leaving her in only her bra, panties, garter and stockings. Refusing to look at him, she undress as perfunctionally as she would if she was going to bed in the privacy of her own rooms. First she unhooked the stockings and rolled them down each leg, then she removed the garter belt. She was shaking then, thinking which was the lesser of two evils to remove next, and finally she reached behind her, unhooking her bra, then she turned her back as she pulled down her panties, and stepped out of them.

She turned back to face him, trying for a blase attitude she didn't possess. Her face was crimson, and she couldn't meet his eye. One hand shielded her mons from view, while the other bent across her breasts, hiding them as much as she could.

 

[TheGrind]

Jonathan watched the blush flood her exposed flesh but remained disinterested. What he was most interested in was what lied underneath those last stitches of clothing; what had made her so modest despite how she looked.

When the last of her clothes hit the floor and she looked back at him, a smile was there to greet her. But it wasn’t lent to her for her comfort. It was something cascading in his own mind, images, thoughts, little deviant disasters he could put this young soul through. So young, naïve and most importantly, willing. Limits… were there any?

“Drop your hands to your sides,” Jonathan spoke, peeling his eyes away from her as he concentrated on pouring another shot. The only sound in the room came then from the liquid hitting the bottom of the small shot glass until it was filled to the brim. Setting the bottle back on his desk he raised his eyes toward the stranger as he gave her further instructions.

“Come over here,” he began. “Sit on my desk, facing me. Spread your knees as far apart as you can and keep your hands at your sides. I want to see what you have to offer.” With those final words said he picked up the small glass, downing the poison before slamming the glass back onto the desk.

Pushing himself away from the desk just far enough to give her room to do as he ordered, he waited for her to follow his instruction.

 

[sallythescorpian]

“Drop your hands to your sides,”

It took everything in Kate to comply. It was only marginally worse than what she was already doing - and it was worth it, if it might save her sister, bring her home. Besides, no one other than her and Jonathan would know, and it wasn't like he was going to tell anyone that he had forced an innocent woman to strip in his office. At least, she hoped not.

She burned with shame as he knocked back another shot of spirits. She wished she had one, she was shaking like a leaf. Still, it couldn't get worse than this.

He was taking his time, fiddling about with the bottle, and perusing her casually, in a way that shamed her. Silence stretched, and she wondered when he would deem her acceptable, and allow her to dress. Time dragged, and her nerves stretched out unbearably. She was about to cry, and beg him to allow her to dress when he spoke again.

“Come over here, Sit on my desk, facing me. Spread your knees as far apart as you can and keep your hands at your sides. I want to see what you have to offer.”

She hesitated. This was too much. Tears brimmed and spilled down her cheek, and she glanced repeatedly to her small pile of clothing. She took a step toward it, unable to bear what he was demanding of her, determined to dress and go. To run out, to run away. Then she thought of Betty, sweet innocent, untouched Betty - Oh God, please let her still be untouched. In these uncertain times, women were more vulnerable than ever, and there were many unscrupulous men out there, eager to exploit a girl, especially one as young and beautiful as Betty. She was gone two full days already, and if she didn't get her back....... She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block the mental images that plagued her, of Betty being exploited by that man who had been hanging around, the shifty looking stranger, who Betty had thought was sweet.

Changing course, Kate squeezed between herself and Jonathan, pressing hard against the desk, eager to avoid any unnecessary contact. She forced herself to sit on his desk, unable to look at him. She was acutely aware that he was fully clothed, and she was naked, and exposed. It made it worse, much worse. She had imaged that he might take her on a date, and escort her home. He might kiss her, touch her, and under cover of darkness, they might couple in her bed, and she would tell herself that he loved her, even knowing he didn't. This was nothing like that. NOTHING.

She forced her knees apart, only a few inches, but she felt dreadfully exposed. She also felt strange fluttering in her lower belly. She was breathing hard and fast, her breath coming in pants, making her full breasts rise and fall sharply. And again, she waited, her eyes squeezed shut, as she tried to pretend herself elsewhere.

 

[TheGrind]

When she settled herself on his desk Jonathan moved forward. Each hand grabbed either of her knees, easing them wider until they were set as wide as they’d go. In his chair he eased forward, the wheels sounding over each bump on the floor while his hands slid from her knees until they settled on her upper thighs.

Looking up at her he could barely see her face through her breasts but he wasn’t looking for those features. Treating her little better than he would a grapevine he rose slightly, tilting his head to take her tit into his mouth. His eyes shot up toward hers as he laced her nipple with saliva, his tongue slowly running back and forth across her exposed nipple. When he was through he didn’t pull back or give her any rest. Instead he followed through, doing the same with her other tit.

Returning fully to his chair he let a hand move from her thigh and to her pussy. He pet her gently, grazing her sensitive flesh.

Jonathan stood after a few minutes, pushing the chair away from the desk. But he didn’t move away. His hands moved toward his pants and he loosened the button, the zipper, until his cock was free. Unceremoniously he reached behind her, urging her closer toward the edge of his desk.

 

[sallythescorpian]

As he pushed her thighs apart, she had to lean back, bracing herself on her arms, in order to keep her balance. Her legs were spread almost painfully wide, and her physical discomfort was matched only by her emotional discomfort.

She gasped when his mouth latched onto her nipple, and sucked. It was like electricity shot through her, tugging deep inside of her. She arched her back involuntarily thrusting her nipple deeper into his mouth.

She gasped when he released it with an audible pop, and was both relieved and disappointed at the same time. She shuddered, acutely aware in the difference in their dress - her naked, and him fully clothed. It made her vulnerability more pronounced. She looked up, at a spot over his shoulder, unable to face looking at him, knowing he was looking at her.

His finger grazed her feminine folds, and she cried out in shock, although she had been bracing herself in expectation. He touched her gently, but she was so sensitive she felt as though she had been set alight. Shocked, she looked down, and was instantly mortified, as she watched his finger trailing the length of her slit.

 

[TheGrind]

Jonathan let his finger slide along her slit, though refrained from driving inward. Instead his finger returned to her thigh, sure he was likely one of the first men to touch her in such an intimate place. His eyes rose upward to steal her reaction, take it from her and secure it away in his mind. Her body, her form, her attitude would be bronzed in his memory. The things she hid would never again be completely hers.

Pulling his hands away from her body he relaxed in his chair, his eyes locked into hers. Without pulling his gaze away from her his hands moved to his belt, loosening it until it was free. Then followed the button on his pants and the drawing down of the zipper. With a little movement he freed his cock for her to see. It was hardened and ready for her.

“Now come here,” he spoke to her. “If you want her to be found.”

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kate didn't think she could get any redder if she tried. Her face was scarlet, hot and burning, reminding her of her shame. She didn't look at him, she couldn't, and yet it was worse when he touched her.

She had braced herself, expecting a rough touch, but he was surprisingly gentle, making her moan and cry out, arching her back as he touched her lightly.

She waited for him to thrust his finger inside her...... but he didn't. She was, as yet, a virgin, although she had no doubt she would be relieved of that state in no time.

His fingers touched some place of her that send waves of excitement throbbing through her, and she barely suppressed a moan.

Suddenly, he caught her gaze, and held it, making it impossible for her to look away. His hand left her, and she was relieved, really she was. The cool air in his office seemed to caress her heated flesh, making her more ashamed of her wetness, and her exposed position. She wanted to close her legs, or better yet, to cross them, but she didn't, then the sound of his belt, his zipper seemed to fill the small room, seeming inordinately loud in the confines of the room.

She didn't want to look.... but she couldn't help it, and her eyes widened and she gasped as she looked at his naked manhood, dark red, and angry looking, and seemingly enormous. There was no way that would fit inside her, inside any woman! And yet, her curiosity was piqued.

“Now come here, If you want her to be found.”

She gasped, and swallowed, and then slid off the table, feeling exposed and vulnerable, as she aproched him. He was still sitting in his chair, pushed back from the desk, and she moved forward, unsure what to do. She stood before him, her legs touching his, and, almost instinctively, she parted her legs, straddling his legs, and stood there, not knowing what to do next.

 

[TheGrind]

Jonathan’s pants hit the floor as she came closer. While she stood ever closer to him he didn’t react at first. Instead he took in the sights his position permitted, noticing her rounded tits, taught skin and tight pussy. A slow smile formed across his face as he delivered all the abuse he could without a touch of her flesh.

“Come,” was all he said as he hands reached behind her. Jonathan gripped either cheek of her ass, hard, pulling her forward until she was straddling him, her pussy positioned just over his hardened, hungry cock.

His hands relaxed their hold, sliding the length of her thighs before climbing back up and again gripping her hard. “Slide down and take me inside you.” Jonathan felt the still of the evening creak through the windows as he stared up at her naked body. They were beyond the point of discussion, of giving rights… now was the time for her complete submission.

 

[sallythescorpian]

She was sure that later, when she had time to think on it, she would be utterly ashamed of her actions, but for now, she was focused on getting his acquiescence, and finding her sister. She was also driven by a strange throbbing deep within her, and a need that she didn't understand... at least, not yet.

She straddled him, spreading herself wide, over the shockingly large head of his cock.

“Slide down and take me inside you.

She wriggled around a little, getting him into position, embarrassed when she felt how very wet her pussy was.

She swiveled as she rocked her hips, taking him inside her, and then pressing downward, until his cock met the thin membrane that told of her inexperience. She sucked in a breath, girding her courage, and then she pressed firmly downward, gasping as pain filled her, as the thin membrane shredded as he rendered her virginity a thing of the past.

 

[TheGrind]

Jonathan watched her as she slowly descended onto his cock. At her pace he knew how wet she was without even the slightest touch. Then the warmth of her pussy came into contact with his dick and his eyes centered on her. The girl, no more than a stranger a half hour before, was splitting herself for the first time on him.

There was little doubt in his mind that he had pierced her, stealing away from her that one thing that Victorian girls coveted the most. No matter who she ended up with throughout life, he would always own her virginity, her first experience, her first fucking.

But Jonathan wasn’t through with her yet. She had to do more than just break herself over him. The humiliation was far from through, especially since she had no other payment. And for now he could sit tight.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” his eyes looked up toward her as her legs still straddled his body.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kate felt the pulsing deep within her, aware that her maidenhead was no more, traded for the hope of securing the safe recovery of her sister, but there, it was done!

She looked around, wondering why he didn't now take control of the situation, what was he waiting for???

“I didn’t tell you to stop,”

"Wh....What???"

She looked, confusion finally clearing as she looked at his face, implacable.

She began to slowly bounce on his lap, embarrassed as she realised that her breasts were bouncing wildly as she moved on him. Having to take such an active part in her own defilement, made it much worse. Tears shone in her eyes, but she refused to allow him to see just how humiliated she was. She bit her lower lip, and squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to look at him.

 

[TheGrind]

Jonathan permitted her impalement on his cock as he watched her, refusing to take part in these initial stages. It wasn’t just that he wanted to embarrass her, or to show who had the power; he wanted it his way. By morning there wouldn’t be a pure spot on her body. It’d all be tainted by pleasure, pain, by his presence.

Staring up at her he watched her tits recklessly bounce until on one of her upward thrusts he reached his hands behind her back and stood up with her around him. With the desk so near he laid her on it before moving his hands to her hips to hold her still as he began fucking her. His pace was forceful, hard and fast. There was little favoritism given to the fact that she was a virgin. He didn’t come cheap.

His eyes turned to her pussy, repeatedly accepting his cock as his eyes trespassed over her naked skin. From her bare stomach, exposed tits until he finally looked to her face and for those eyes. Then suddenly his pace slowed and he spoke while continuing to thrust gently against her, “Go to that window” he offered the one near his desk “and pull aside the shade. Push your face and breasts against the glass, stick out your rear end and keep your legs spread.”

There were no more orders given as he pulled out of her, giving her another chance to comply with his wishes. One more chance to put herself in a position he was sure she didn’t want to be.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Kate was highly embarrassed by the wild bouncing of her full breasts, and tried to support them with her hands, to get some relief from the discomfort the bouncing caused. When she looked down though, it looked almost like she was offering her breasts to him, and blushing an even deeper colour, she quickly removed her hands.

No sooner had she done so, than he moved, shocking her, and making her gasp. She quickly found herself laid on her back, with the unrelenting hard surface of the desk beneath her back pressed into her flesh uncomfortably. While his desk was mostly clear, there was a blotter and a pen beneath her back, cutting into her.

He fucked her with such force that she expected the desk to be driven across the room, but it was heavy and didn't move. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh sounded deafening in her ears, and then she became aware of a slurping sound, and realised with horror that it was her wet pussy as he cock pulled out.

When he pulled out of her she sighed with relief. It was over. He would get her sister back, and her debt was paid... or so she thought. She had hardly gasped in a breath when he spoke, shattering her illusions.

“Go to that window and pull aside the shade. Push your face and breasts against the glass, stick out your rear end and keep your legs spread.”

Her eyes flew wide, and she wondered if she had misheard. She hoped she had misheard. Her eyes flew to his, wondering if he was joking, but there was absolutely no trace of amusement on his face. She stood, hesitating, wanting to refuse as she frantically tried to assess the situation.

If she did as he asked... no, as he demanded, then someone might well see her, naked and behaving as a whore. On the other hand, if she didn't comply, then she had just wasted her virginity for nothing, for she was under no illusion that Jonathan would feel honor bound to keep his side of the deal. No, if she reneged, then all her sacrifice was for naught.

Time seemed to stand still, and she wanted to beg for mercy. The only thing stopping her was the certain knowledge that it would bring her none. Tears filled her eyes as she stumbled across the room, to the window. As she tweaked the blind aside she noted it was dusk outside. Perhaps, if it was dark in the office behind, then she might not be noticed. She desperately hoped so. She was shaking as she pressed her hands, face and breasts against the glass, gasping at the sensation of the frigid surface touching her overheated nipples. She pressed her ass back, and spread her thighs, feeling like a wanton slut. She squeezed her eyes shut, telling herself that Jonathan would not want to be seen defiling a woman, any more than she wanted to be seen, and then she waited..... and waited. Her heart hammered so loudly she was sure he could hear it, and every cell in her body seemed to vibrate in time with her pounding pulse.

 

[TheGrind]

Jonathan watched her as she obeyed his order. Kate hadn’t said a word. Even though she was new to this, new to everything, he felt confident that he’d be able to use her, to abuse her innocence and trust in a way that would conform to what he wanted from her. The daily defilement of her pussy, plunging her self-worth worlds from where it now stood.

Letting her get used to her position against the window with her ass hanging back he let the seconds tick by. There was no hurry for him, no one to go home to, nothing to endear him to leave the sight he was witnessing in front of him. Before too long he moved away from the desk and toward Kate. As he came up behind her he gave a sharp slap to her ass, leaving behind a red handprint just a little larger than what his actually was.

Sneaking behind her he laid his hands against her hips as he tucked his cock between her legs, letting it rub against her slick pussy. “I want you here every morning,” he warned, “and every morning I remain unsatisfied will result in a day I don’t look for your sister.”

Then he withdrew his hips momentarily only to reposition his cock at her pussy’s entrance. Pushing against what little resistance remained he soon found himself buried inside her, renewing his zest for finding pleasure somewhere deep inside of her virgin lands.