While you were busy sucking the tip of Harold's shoe you could hear him unzip. He then wrapped his belt around your neck and used it as a leash to pull you up to your knees, and you found yourself facing his semi-hard cock. "You know the drill, slut," Harold said laughing as he pulled you closer to his cock so you could service it with your mouth.

When he's hard enough, he pushed you back down onto the floor. "Spread your legs, whore! And play with yourself!" he began barking out orders. "Look at you! You're so wet already, you dirty filthy whore! Now who told you you can close your legs? Keep them wide apart! Now let me give you what you're waiting for you cocksocket!" With these words he got down and entered you with one deep thrust, and started fucking you roughly. "Yes, a bitch like you needs to be fucked on the floor," he grunted as he nailed you with his cock. Pinning you down with one hand, he used his other hand to squeeze and slap your tits and pinch your nipples. He kept saying how he could tell that you're enjoying all this, and that even though you put up an attitude in the office he knew that you were just begging to be used and abused like the whore that you really were. All this dirty talk seemed to get him really excited, and he was coming within minutes. Instead of pulling out, he began slamming into your hard and you can feel jets of hot cum being shot into you. Harold kept fucking you until he's shot his last drop. When he finally pulled out of you, you turned your head aside and tried to roll over, but he wouldn't let you. "Don't move, slut, and keep your legs spread!" As you watched in shame, he took out his phone and snapped a few photos of you lying there, whipped, beaten and well-fucked, with cum oozing out of your cunt.

Your shame turned into horror, however, when there's a knock on the door. Before you could protest, Harold opened the door Jen walked in. "Wow, look at her!" Jen said laughing, and you were forced to listen to her lewd comments about you as Harold told her what he'd done with you. "Damn, what a filthy cunt," Jen said laughing as she pushed the tip of her highheel into your pussy. "Oh, look, my shoe is dirty! Crawl over and clean it up, bitch! Hey, Harold, what do you think our haughty division manager will do for me to keep her dirty secret private? "Or what she will let you do to her," Harold replied, handing Jen his belt...