by Writing Shark
Bailey learns about ‘monsters’ and monsters
“Oarrr you little chocolate cookie. Yeah, shake that ass for me. You like it don’t you you little slut?”
He’s like an animal, a wild animal. And yet Bailey smiles as she shakes her ass for the greasy man. She’s ashamed of her fat ass, at least that’s what the girls at her school said. Now she uses her assets to make the executive happy. She’s almost dying inside, clenching her teeth and focusing all her energy on her ass and her smile.
“I’m your little bitch,” she whispers.
“What? Louder!”
“I’m your little slut,” she says louder and smiles. His stiff penis is maybe a third the size of Damian’s, a comical thought that flashes through her mind, but even now Bailey realizes that the grotesque situation she’s in only makes her understand her boss better. And it could have been worse. All the girls around him know only the goal of his favor, each wants to win it, the place in the sun. Katie lets dozens of men fuck her downstairs, at least Bailey is alone with Harvey.
The feeling isn’t really good though, she realizes as Harvey grabs his cock and jerks it wildly as he walks towards her.
“Pull your ass apart and show me your chocolate factory.” Bailey feels like throwing up, but concentrates on being a good employee for Stratton Starmakers and obeys the fat man.
When his hairy belly rests on her ass, however, she flinches. Why is he so sweaty already?
“What’s the problem brony pie?” he asks, hurt and with anger in his voice.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she stammers, desperately looking for a way out. “You just have such a powerful aura, sir.” The fat man laughs like a squealing pig.
“Aura? That’s a funny word for a girl like you. Especially with your skin color.” Anger floods her, but Bailey’s dams of fear and perverse loyalty to Damian hold. “Didn’t think they’d teach you like that in school.”
“We…” Bailey can’t believe she’s doing this, but maybe it’s helping to make him hard. Then it’s over quickly. “We don’t really go to school sir,” she says, tasting the foul stench of his body. “We fuck in the toilets all day… cost taxpayers money…”
“That’s right,” he grunts and pulls her legs apart, not realizing how incoherent her statement is. Damian would see through this lie immediately. Hope germinates in her, immediately smothered by the feeling of a meaty worm at her opening.
“You little whore pussy is pretty worn out,” he protests but still rams himself into her with all his might.
“Sorry sir, that’s all my body is for.” Hanging her head, she endures his assault on her pride and femininity as she realizes that the roughest sex with Harvey is like the gentlest foreplay with Damian. She shakes her head, not wanting to compare one rapist to the other. They are both terrible!
“Suck my cock slave!”
“Yes, Master.” She greedily opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue. And as she receives the sweaty little penis and tries to suck it without biting it off, she has only one thought. Damian is cleaner. If he takes me then at least I’ll feel something resembling pleasure.
“Go on slave! Harder! Try harder you lazy brown pig!” When I give Damian a blowjob, I can hardly wait for him to come, just like with Harvey. No, don’t think any further! “You like that, you horny piece of shit, don’t you?” But with Damian, I want him to come because it’s… because it’s hot. Now she’s thought it and a new feeling comes over Bailey. She releases the worm of her tourmenter from her mouth, wraps her hand around it and jerks it off hard and fast.
“Yes sir… go on… please… I need your cum…”
“Finally, you little black whore. Right here is your place.”
“Yes sir I know my place.” In awe, Bailey looks up at him… at the face of Damian Stratton standing over her, his mighty cock stiff and manly and good smelling and clean and… At least with him, I cum… I cum like crazy…
“Kiss my belly you bitch!” Bailey purses her lips and gives Harvey’s sweaty, hairy belly a big, juicy smack.
“Hmmmmuah!” Then she smiles between his legs as she jerks him off, imagining Damian sitting in his office chair, she under his table like the little puppy he sees in her.
And Katie the bitch is sitting outside, making coffee and thinking about what she’s missing in here. That’s right you little bitch. Bailey has your seat and she’s not giving it up!
Deep in her head, Bailey knows she’s falling for Damian, his world and his influence, but the biggest part of her is too intimidated by the punishment he’ll inflict on her if she doesn’t satisfy Harvey. And so the thought of submission seeps unfiltered into her subconscious as she satisfies and pleasures a fat disgusting pig.
“Suck my balls whore!” Bailey immediately throws herself under his cock, jerks him off and takes the hairy balls into her little mouth while smelling his dirty scent. “Use your black tongue you fucking monkey!” Bailey doesn’t hear the words, just imagines the praise Damian will give her. She doesn’t smell the sour odor of sweat and precum, smells the expensive perfume Damian always sends her to buy. And she doesn’t see Harvey’s little cock in front of her face but the monster of Damian that she has always been afraid of. But now she understands that they are both monsters. But men like Harvey are real monsters, bad monsters. In the industry Bailey wanted to enter voluntarily, you have to be a monster to survive, there are no good men there. Good men get eaten and Damian Stratton is the smartest monster in the group. And that monster protects Bailey – willingly with him and under him, willingly on his dick – from monsters like Harvey.
“Yes Sir. Fuck me! Fuck my little cookie pussy to pieces! Stick your monster in my cunt and civilize me Sir!”
“Yes you whore! Yes!”
“Yes Sir! Fuck your slave Sir!” Without hesitation, Bailey sits up, licks along his cock, spreads her legs and sits down on his cock. They both moan like animals as he sinks into her. “Oh fuck you’re so big in my ape pussy sir! Thank you for fucking me!”
Then Harvey can’t take it anymore. Damian is stronger than him, he can hold out longer. And Harvey mistakes her satisfied face as victory over her and her race while Bailey seeks refuge in submission to the real, true, deadly efficient monster. She is happy, accepts her place and knows what she must do.
She has never gone to such lengths to ride a man as thoroughly and sexily as Harvey. Damian would surely be proud of her and Bailey feels ashamed that she wasn’t allowed to please him with her black ape pussy. As soon as I’m done here, she thinks to herself and throws herself onto the little cock beneath her, moaning wildly. In the office I make him the best coffee, serve him as he deserves, be a good girl, listen to what he says. She rests her hands on his greasy chest, digs her fingernails into his skin, throws her head back.
“That’s so good! Fuck that’s so good! Yes! Yes! Yeeees!” Together with Harvey, Bailey comes to an incredibly good orgasm. She feels him squirt his little load into her, thick and viscous she feels him on her walls while her own orgasm is strong and overwhelming. Just thinking about him… my god I can’t wait until he fucks me next time…
Tired and exhausted, she sinks down on his sweaty body, presses her cheek against his hairy chest and falls asleep smiling.
Writing Shark 