Phone Sex Escape -2

Disclaimer: This was my November Novella and at one time I was going to submit it for a book, but honestly, it’s too much work self publishing. One day a week I will post another chapter of the story of Johnathan and Haven. Enclosed is graphic sex, violence, sexual abuse, and domination. Enjoy.

Two

Johnathan

Johnathan knew this would be a touchy subject, but Haven’s father promised that he would have a child within two years. Of course, Haven was never a part of the discussion, but she was female and had no choice. Our marriage is good for business, according to her father. Since then, I have made a partner and got a new home out of the deal. There is nothing wrong with making sure your future is secure. A child is another next step in the plan. I need someone to carry on my legacy, and her father wants a grandson.

I arrived at the office around 10 am, later than usual, due to Haven’s behavior. I would make sure to let her father know that he would have a grandson within the year. That will guarantee me a healthy salary increase.

“Sir, I rescheduled your 9 am and have some coffee on your desk for you. If you need anything, I’ll be filing,” Amanda said.

Amanda Reigh is a 20-year-old intern at the office and the best piece of ass. On her first day, she bent over the desk for me and showed me just how seriously she takes her job. I hired her on the spot. Thankfully, my wife has no clue that going to work is better than being at home. My goal is to have her pregnant by the company Christmas party so I can get blown under the mistletoe this year.

“I need you in my office right now. I have something you need to deal with, Amanda,” I said.

Amanda followed me into the office, smiling because she knew what I needed. “Shall I get on my knees, Sir?” she asked.

I shook my head, knowing that her mouth wasn’t what I needed to calm me down today. That sweet ass of her needed fucked. She might not think so, but I was sure of it.

“Pull up your skirt and bend over the desk. We both know you never wear panties,” I said.

Amanda knew the rules of the office. She would always be on birth control, available at all hours of the day and night, and she would do anything I want sexually. I think she has a crush but knows better than to express that to anyone in the office. I might fuck the hired help, but that’s where our relationship would end.

I watched as she bent over the desk, her arms stretched to grab the sides, and awaited the impact. The view is spectacular. Amanda is around 5 ft 10, with waist-length blond hair and a body that would make a dead man take notice. Perfect 34 C tits and a tiny waist. She is prime fuck meat for a dirty old bastard like me.

I walked behind that sexy girl, yanked my zipper down, and pulled out my fat ten-inch throbbing hard cock. Rubbing the full mushroom head over her puffy pussy lips, that wasn’t my goal. I love the way her pussy feels, but I wanted ass, Amanda’s ass, after this morning. I spit on the entrance, pushing the head of my cock through her asshole walls, growling deeper as each inch buried inside of her. Amanda is vice-grip tight, and the way she moans makes me feel like an animal inside. I didn’t stop until my balls rested against her pussy lips and her asshole fully engulfed my cock.

“Fuck, Amanda, you have the tightest ass in the world. I could never get enough of the way you feel,” I growled.

Amanda held tight to the desk, her knuckles a stark white from her grip on the oak desk. She knew what she was, so being fucked like the office whore is no shock to the girl. Her moans were covered by my hand. The next thing would be getting this room soundproof. I couldn’t take the chance of anyone hearing me destroying my intern regularly.

I pulled back to the head each time, looking down at her gaping ass with pride and disgust. What kind of woman allows someone to do this to keep an unpaid job? A damn good one if you asked me. More women should know their place in the world. Amanda knew hers when she walked into the office and took a job for a callous son of a bitch like me. I thrust into her ass. Her cheeks spread wider each time I bottomed out. God damn, this girl can take all of me without hesitation. She doesn’t cry and bitch like my wife. She takes it and knows her role.

A quick slap to her ass cheek and the skin bounced around my cock like one of those kids jump houses. Only this was X-Rated, and only I am allowed to play inside. With one hand covering her mouth, my other hand-knotted in the back of her hair, pulling her back against my body. God damn, this dirty little bitch knew how to drive a dick home.

“I’m going to ..” I growled.

The heat built up in my balls, cum jetting deep into her asshole. I gave no mercy to the young girl as I pumped her full of my hot jizz. The only relief she got was when I dropped her back down onto the desk and finished the rest on that gaping ass. Watching the cum bubble from my exploding dick was almost as good and doing it. Porn for the eyes is intoxicating. Using the hem of her skirt, I wiped my cock off. I never worry about anyone else other than myself. Why should I? Any woman would be happy to have a man like me inside of them. At 6 ft 4 inches and 180 pounds, females are lucky to get the once over from Jonathan St. Cloud.

“Clean up and get out. I will be in with Mr. Anderson all morning, going over files. Order us lunch at noon. Something Italian,” I said, dismissing Amanda.

On her way out, Haven’s father pushed his way into my office. It was nothing for Thomas Anderson to ignore the staff, but this time his face told me he was on a mission. My infidelities are standard practice here at Anderson – Stone – St.Cloud, but the scrunch of his nose let me know he wasn’t amused.

‘Can’t you get a fucking hotel room like the rest of us? What if my daughter walked in and smelled that. Jesus, it smells like whore in this office,” he growled before taking a seat at my desk.

“Good morning to you too, Thomas. As for your daughter, she won’t step foot in the office. She likes to spend money, not see where it’s made,” I laughed. I checked my tie in the mirror, brushed my short black hair back with my fingers, and turned to deliver the good news to my father-in-law.

“I took Haven’s pills away today and fucked her. She knows that she is not allowed on any form of birth control until after having a grandson for you. I made that clear before I left, though you know how she is. Haven will fight me the entire way,” I said.

Thomas looked up from the files, smiling, “Good job, Son. I know she might fight all of this, but a good man has a son to carry on his name when she gets pregnant that will get you a hefty pay raise and a month’s vacation. Keep having boys, and you will own this company one day.” 

Hours later, alone in my office, all I could think about was the benefits of knocking up the boss’s daughter. One of them being, I wouldn’t have to fuck her for nine months. My wife isn’t a lousy fuck. She has no spark in her. She would rather be with a man her age, and that will never happen. I bought her the day I put a ring on her finger, and she will never be away from me.

On my way out of the office, I stopped by Amanda’s desk, smirking as I looked down at the hot blond with my cum in her ass. “Send some flowers to my wife, and arrange dinner reservations at Luca’s for 8 pm tonight,” I said as I walked by, patting her head like an obedient little girl. Sometimes I feel bad for her, but she’s the stupid one for allowing me to degrade her daily. What kind of woman sleeps with not only her boss but her married boss? If Amanda played her cards right, she would know how to work her way up the company’s ladder. Of course, she would be crawling on her knees the entire way up. No shame in being the company whore. The boss keeps his locked away in a penthouse and treats her to a six-figure-a-year paycheck. A good-looking woman who knows when to open her mouth and shutting it is a good investment.

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