by Sophie Sin
Sex Delivered Hot
Workplace Harassment #1
Sophie Sin
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2013 Lunatic Ink Publishing
Editor's Message:
All participants like, enjoy and consent to all sexual activity. Everyone is over 18.
Teddy Bear
"THAT DIRTY WENCH!"
His fist hits the steel side of one of the marked courier vans that are parked in haphazard lines from the far fence of the large compound to the big side of the brick warehouse in the distance.
"Fuck..." the large man of wide shoulders and angry stance cries as a resounding ringing sound flows through the steel of the vehicle next to him.
He grasps his pained hand that is throbbing with a heat that promises bruises on the fat, scarred side of it.
Ted stands there silently, huge body bent over, his muscles tensing and contracting as he grits his slightly too white teeth and waits for the hurt to subside. The rain flitters down from gray gloss skies that have been pouring down tears from heaven since the early morning when he swaggered through the large front gates of the compound at just after 5am.
"I-am-going-to-kill-that-whore," he growls out finally through his hard closed teeth.
The man straightens. Ted is quite tall at just over 6 foot and has an athletic slim frame with massive legs and a wide v-shaped back that is the apple of many a lady down at the local pub's eye. He clenches his good first and thumps it to his soggy courier blue shirt with its white insignia on the left hand side shoulder. This is a man enraged. But why?
Eric The Arrow
Eric is one slick customer. He slides among the packages with the grace of a man of long forgotten footballer fame. His long slim legs and hard stomach bristle and move as he stops in front of a box and slaps a packing slip on it with his long fingers, each with immaculately cut and pruned nails and small scars here and there from the times when he wasn't so graceful and needed to show his real nature to 'fix' an issue with another man.
"E-R-I-C!"
He spins and bows a little with an amused smile forming and disappearing on his lips.
"Yes, my lady."
The young women from Florida who just joined the small family run business gives him a pissed look.
"Stop being a cock. Get up here!"
Eric's shoulders tense slightly at her tone, but he is up next to her on the long gray railing that runs around the large warehouse where the parcels and packages from all over America are distributed to vans to be moved to the residents of the small city where this story of wicked betrayal is happening.
"What can I do for you?" he asks her, pulling out a small touch pad and knocking in numbers as he waits.
"What can you do for me?" she asks snarkily. "How about working the next fucking 12 hours straight for me? You think you are up to that, you tall fuck?"
Eric tenses and his left eye curves around the deep exotic brown of his iris in what could be a very good imitation of a tiger's eyes just before the beast surges forward and tears its prey to pieces.
"I'm glad you noticed my height. So was that all?"
He turns his back to her and starts slithering away.
"Where do you think you are going?"
"To work. I thought that was what you are paying me to do?"
"Listen, punk. I came here straight from Miami and I know what you clowns are like. You are probably going to smoke some FUCKING WEED and then piss around for a few hours."
Sally starts pacing, her short slim legs moving with heavy clods on the intertwined framework of the metal grating that they are standing on.
"I know all about your kind, Eric. Lazy-stupid-can't work for themselves-idiots one and all. Do you think I don't know?"
Eric raises an eyebrow. He wonders if she really does know. If she did then she - a mere female - might consider her position a little more carefully. You don't insult the wolf and expect him not to bite. That's a fool’s gamble. He thinks she is probably a fool, so it is in character.
"What do you know, boss? Educate me."
She stops seeing something in those brown eyes of his: It's a challenge. He thinks he's so tough with that big body of his. Sally has seen men, tall, handsome, strong, but flawed like him. He doesn't think she knows how to handle a tall piece of shit like him. Well, this one has a thing coming. He hasn't seen anything yet.
"Are you sassing me?" she shouts at him.
He looks her over. Just who is sassing who here?
She strides forward and pokes her finger into his strong chest. The poke is good, but the finger bends against the flesh. Eric doesn't even wince.
"You have been stealing packages."
That comes as a surprise. If there is something that Eric isn't doing it is stealing the worthless junk that America seems to be obsessed with sending each other.
"Someone is telling you lies, boss. Perhaps you should reconsult your sources."
"Don't avoid me, fucker. Jenny told me all about you."
"Really?" he asks sounding slightly surprise.
Sally stops and watches the guy. Why is he smiling that half-cocked smile in this situation? She has him red-handed.
"Yes. Now come to the office and I'll have you out of here."
Eric doesn't move.
"Do you have proof?"
"Well..."
"Exactly. Go get proof, little manager. Come back to me when you can pin something that sticks."
He walks away. Sally tenses her fists. That woman didn't give her any proof; she didn't think she would need it.
"I'll get you, Eric Chompton. You just wait!"
He doesn't look back. The wolf is stalking. A young red head is going to pay and pay good.
Jenny The Nark
"Biitttccchhh..." he snarls in her face, saliva pummeling down on her skin as he stares down into her eyes.
They are in a small area of the compound. There are several large containers, made of rusting steel, where the company stores old sacks and bits and pieces that no one has a use for but nobody can decide whether they need to be thrown away or not.
His hand closes on her neck. Those long fingers that have often found purchase there during their intimate moments (if what they do could be considered intimate) squeeze inwards, cutting off air and stressing the tendons inside so that they close and restrict the air from flowing.
The hard steel of the wall pushes into her uniform and into her spine. She can feel the many grooves of its rusted surface pressing in on odd angles here and there and causing her stiffness and hurt where they do. The rust is peeling off and will no doubt be staining her top. It feels odd to be choking (and so used to it by now) while worrying about her clothing.
His hand comes away and slaps across her cheek. She jerks forward as her knees give way and her body slips to the floor so that she is kneeling under his huge hunched frame. She gasps for air with wide eyes and stares at the sack strewn floor below her. She knew that this was coming. It was only a question of when.
"Tell me why you did this to me and I might be lenient with you."
He unbuckles his slim belt at the silver belt buckle and slowly slides it out, loop by loop, until it is hanging low down by his side, gripping in a hand that's artistically flared fingers have caressed her more often than hurt. The long length of leather glitters in the faint light given off from the dust covered light bulb above. He is going to hurt her this time; she just knows it.
"You've been fucking other girls," she jerks out, her chest wrenching upwards as a tear slips down her cheek.
He tilts his head slightly. There is silence between them.
"I see and that w
as why you told that fool that little lie of yours?"
She nods her head.
"I don't ever want to see you again." He stands there looking at her. In him there was anger, but that has cooled. This fool has accused him of something she cannot prove. He could just let it go, but that would not teach the toy who her master really is. "You will go to the supervisor and tell her the truth. You will tell her that it was you who is stealing and that you will take your punishment immediately."
"NO! I'll be fired."
He waits and watches.
"Of course, you will. The fool has a strong rage in her. She will have your head and everything with it."
"Eric, you can't do this to me. If I go to her it is all over. I can't see you anymore."
"So? You are nothing to me anyway as you are."
"What? How could you say that?"
"Well, why would I want a woman that is as weak as you? Didn't you see how much more attention I paid you than the others? Did you think that you could capture my eye with just a little play? I don't need a woman that won't go all the way."
"But I can be that woman, Eric. Just listen."
He turns from her and starts towards the door.
"Please, Eric. I can really do this. I can be the type of woman that you need. Just let me try; just let me prove myself."
If she could see the look on his face, she would think twice about that statement. What Eric truly wants is something that no woman could really possibly give.
"You say such pretty things, but do you have anything in that head of yours to back it up?"
He turns and walks over to her, grasping her jaw and pulling her tear strained face upwards into the light.
"Do you have what it takes to be my woman?"
She closes her eyes and whispers, begs, that she does.
"Then take off all of your clothing and give it to me."
She stands slowly, determination in her stance betrayed only by the firm press of her left knee to the right.
"I will do this. I will make you mine."
"Many have said; few have done."
She reaches up and pulls her reddish, pink t-shirt over her head to reveal a pearl white bra that holds her substantial breasts in place as she makes her deliveries. Her hand comes back and two dark pink manicured stubby fingernails unhitch the bra to reveal her rosy red nipples as it drops to the sack flooring. The next to go is her jeans, which she has to shimmy out of as she kicks away her sneakers. They are blue and faded, but serviceable enough. She kicks them over on top of her t-shirt and reaches for her panties.
"Slowly and from behind. I want to see you bend."
She turns obediently and reaches for the waist band where it runs around her hip. The panties are a dull blue. She wasn't thinking that today might involve some sex, so didn't color coordinate. Considering what she told Jenny the day before in her office after seeing Eric with that tramp in the lunch room, she really should have seen this coming.
Her panties slowly slip downwards over the rounded rear puffs of her buttocks. Her body is not in any way symmetrical like a normal woman's might be. Jenny has always been a top heavy girl with round hips more woman than girls. They used to call her Melons at school until the boys started to recognize that melons are a very good thing then they just called her Easy Jenny (even though she was definitely not easy).
Her panties slip down under her browned asshole and past the smooth wet lips of her pussy. Her clit is standing out as she bends forward towards the steel wall and looks back between her wide open legs to watch as Eric inspects her body like a hawk inspecting some poor field mouse that has become its dinner for the evening.
"Do you like what you see, Eric?"
He grunts and signals for her to drop her panties further. She leans down slowly, her breasts slipping in front of her face so that she can no longer see him, as she travels past her knees to her slim calves and down past her knobby ankles to her feet that have seen too much time in closed work shoes.
She lifts a foot a little and flicks her panties off one side at a time. Jenny turns them sitting between the index and thumb on her right hand and looks to Eric. Her knee comes in again and enhances the v of her low trimmed pussy. She can see him inspecting the cleft of her womanhood where it peels out and in to create a big ditch that leads to where he is going to put his piece into her.
"Is this ok?"
"You need to ask?"
She goes quiet. Does he like that she asked or not? He's smiling. It's so hard to tell with this man.
"Do you want me to suck you now?"
"Stupid girl. Do you think the woman that I would go exclusive with would ask that?"
Jenny shies away a little. His voice was so harsh. She feels scolded.
"Crawl to me!" he commands.
She sinks to her knees. The sacks on the floor puff up a little dust. They dig into her a little as she slowly crawls towards him.
"Hands too. Crawl like a dog to me."
She places her hands on the floor. Something sharp catches on her skin and she quickly moves back before putting her hand down again. This place is dangerous for a naked girl.
Jenny crawls to him and looks up at Eric obediently waiting to be commanded.
He pushes her down by the head and steps past her. She slowly looks around only to find him gone.
"Eric?" she keens.
He steps back in through the door with her panties in hand. She immediately notes that her clothing is gone.
"What did you do with my clothing?" she gasps, coming to her feet.
"I put it outside in a neat pile on the concrete. All you have left is this." He throws the panties to the floor in front of her. "If you want to get the rest back, you will need to please me quickly."
The woman sees the issue right away. If someone walks past the pile of clothing then they will come looking for their owner. That means that Jenny and Eric might be caught. Why would he do this to himself?
She looks into his eyes and knows the answer. Eric is a sadist. Of course, he wants to hurt her like this. She doesn't even know if what he said is true. He could be lying to wind her up. Alternatively, he might really have done it.
The resulting images in her mind make her tense. It is neither good nor bad tension. All she wants now is to get that clothing and have it safe. There's no way that Jenny is going to leave this container in only her panties. She can already imagine the men staring at her body like hungry wolves long starved of feminine flesh. The women of the company will be staring as well, but not in lust. No, that bunch of bitches will be labeling her a slut for expressing herself in ways that they too do in the privacy of their own homes with their foolish husbands. Jenny is just a woman. She has needs too.
Eric slips his long dick out of his pants as she watches on. His zipper is down and the thing sticks through. It is, much like his frame, long and thin. The circumcised knob hands below the crotch of his jeans. He waits as she crawls over to him and stares up at that long piece of hers. This is the sort of cock that can reach deep in a girl. More than a few times she has worried that he would make her pregnant with the length of the thing. Her womb can only slip back so far. She is nearly two heads shorter than him. With a cock this long, it is like shooting a man at point blank range. The chances of getting a bull’s eye on one of her ovaries are high enough to worry her significantly. Lucky she is on the pill because he only goes in raw.
Her mouth comes in and slurps on his dick. Eric moans in enjoyment. This fool's lips are lush and full. They feel like two twin cushions sucking on the pink flesh that is still sensitive, even without the foreskin that it once had. He admires the wetness and warmness of her mouth. If he was being honest with himself he would say that Jenny is an 8 out of 10 when it comes to sucking cock. The woman's skills are no better than 99% of the female population, but the wetness and how her throat seems to be a wet blossom of warmness turns him on like nothing else.
"Take more in," he mutters, not really meaning to c
ommand her, but forgetting his role in the heat of that slurping sound coming up from down below.
She closes her eyes and starts working up and down the shaft. He grasps some of her soft auburn hair in his hand and yanks her upwards so that she slides up his dick like a sword being sheaved in its scabbard. The back of her throat convulses on his piece in the nicest of ways. There is a little bump up the end that feels strange on his dick that tells him that she is past her gag point today. Jenny is not usually this motivated. It is amusing to feel her being his obedient little puppy today. Eric usually needs to manipulate her into doing things like this, but today she is very willing. He will have to take full advantage of that if what he truly has planned for today (after this round of sex) is to come to fruition.
"Yes, suck it," he mumbles.
Jenny brings her hands upwards and cups his balls. It is electrocutingly good as her small fat fingers roll around on them, playing with each round egg and mixing the yolk so that there is more than enough ready in the cylinder to be fired off.
"You made me hard. That's good, but I need more from you."
He pulls her off and looks into her eyes.
"You know what I need."
She looks into his eyes and slowly turns around, looking gingerly back over her shoulders as she waits on her hands and knees for him to do as he wishes with her.
Eric squats down and grabs her hair, yanking it back so that he doesn't have to see the pain on her face that she will soon be displaying as he pushes it in.
Jenny cries out as the man does as he always promised he would with her. That long piece is slowly filling up her asshole - not her pussy - in a way that is VERY uncomfortable. She has had anal sex one time with that moron she calls a boyfriend, but this is her first time with Eric. The man is no bumbling fool when it comes to working a woman over. He presses in, pushing the pink flesh inward, and pulls out, making it suck along the knob of his dick as he pulls back.
"It hurts..." she whines.
The man says nothing. He is quiet, except for the occasional growl of pleasure. She wonders what the man has planned for her today. Eric always has something bad in mind. It's one of the things about him that turns her on. She can't be sure what he will do next. Her boyfriend is so predictable. It's her lover that makes her wild and hot like no other. This man knows what a woman wants and he provides. She hopes it will feel good soon, though. This is a little painful.
