Bad Day At Work (story)


Posted by Vanessa on October 02, 2004 at 11:51:57:

Bad Day At Work
By: Vanessa Feathertree

Olivia was looking forward to work today. Her boss had said he would not be in all day. This gave her free reign of the office. She decided that today would be the best chance she would get to have to live out one of her fantasies. She had always wanted to master bate in Mr. Braden's office. She knew that he had no appointments coming in and she could answer the calls in at his desk. This would be the best day she ever had at work.

She steps out of the shower and quickly dries off. She takes a pair of black, seamless pantyhose out of her dresser. She pokes her right foot into the nylon and slides it smoothly up her leg. She does the same with her left leg. She reaches under the nylon to her smoothly shaven pussy and spreads her lips. Pulling the nylon snuggly against her crotch, she carefully pulls her hand back out. The silky fabric holds her pussy spread open and tickles at her clitoris. She grabs the burgundy body suit, with the snap crotch, and pulls it over her head and firm breasts. She takes a small vibrator and pushes it into her vagina through the pantyhose. She then snaps the crotch on the body suit, holding the vibrator inside. She slips her slender legs into her black skirt and slides it over her firm hips, up to her waist, then clipping the vibrator's control onto the waistband of the skirt. She slips her petite feet into a pair of patent leather stilettos with an open toe. She walks into the bathroom and styles her lush, auburn tresses into an up fashion. She finishes her make-up and sprays some "Ghost Mist" on herself. She slips into her leather jacket, grabs her bag and walks out the door. When she gets to her car, she turns on the vibrator and pulls out of the garage.

Olivia smiles from ear to ear on her drive to work, the vibrator tickling her pussy through the nylon. She decides to take a detour route to work, lengthening it by 15 minutes. When she finally pulls into her parking spot, she turns off the vibrator. She sits in her car a few minutes to gain strength back into her legs, then goes inside to start working. She finds a list left on her desk by Mr. Braden. Three chores she can quickly accomplish before getting to her fun. She types up the documents he requested, makes a few calls to set up appointments for him and figures out his balance in under two hours. With that done she goes on her break and enters his office. She could still smell his cologne linger in the air. She walks over to his liquor cabinet and pours herself a glass of Brandy. She looks around the room and admires how well he has it set up. She turns on the sterio and sits on the leather couch. She unsnaps the crotch of her body suit and removes the tiny vibrator. She feels her wet pussy through the nylon and starts to rub it gently. She lies on the couch and starts to finger herself through the seamless pantyhose, moaning and arching her back. With her other hand she fondles her left breast, pulling it out of the body suit and tracing her fingertip along her perked nipple. Her fingers become sticky with pre-cum and her nylons start to get soaked.

Raphael strides into the office and looks around. Seeing no sign of the secretary he thinks his job will be quick and easy. He walks over to Mr. Braden's office door and hears music from inside. He opens the door slowly, hoping not to be noticed. He wants to surprise Mr. Braden. Raphael looks in at the desk and sees that no one is sitting there. He glances around the room and stops at a very attractive woman entertaining herself on the couch. He smiles as he enters the room and quietly closes the door. He approaches the distracted woman and slowly draws out his pistol. He stands above her and looks down at her fingers working at a very wet pussy. He quietly attaches the silencer and fixes the gun on her. He stands there and watches her while rubbing his crotch with his free hand. She finally notices him standing behind her and freezes at the sight of the gun pointing at her. Three fingers in her pussy through the nylon and the other hand cupping her firm breast, she begins to tremble.

"Where is Mr. Braden? And who are you?" Raphael continues to rub himself while holding her at bay with his pistol. Olivia does not move and just stares at the gun. He repeats his question, raising the gun up a little.

"He….He went out….on a business trip." She maintains her position, feeling embarassed and frightened all at once. Raphael steps over to the side of the couch and observes the attractive woman. He tells her to stand up and go over to the desk. She obeys the order and stands by Mr. Braden's desk. He then tells her to turn around and bend over the desk, then put her hands behind her back. She obeys every command. He takes out a roll of duct tape and raps it around her wrists. He then rubs his fingers into her crotch and feels her vagina through the soaked nylon. He smiles as he sees her response to his touch. He then turns her around and seats her on top of the desk. He runs his hand along the inside of her thigh and rubs her pussy again. She arches back as he pushes the nylon against her clit.

"When do you expect him to be getting back?" He starts to slowly finger her through her pantyhose. She squirms a little as he does.

"He….he said he won't be…be back until Monday." He frowns a little at the news and then decides that this trip won't be a complete waste of his time. He sniffs his fingers, then licks her pre-cum off them. He takes his gun and starts to rub the silencer against her vagina. She is startled at the coldness of the steel. She is even more frightened as she looks down and sees the gun pointed at her crotch. He pushes the barrel into her pussy through the nylon. Her labia rap around it as it is inserted into her vagina. The cold steel is pushed in deep. The entire five inch silencer now surrounded by nylon and flesh. He twists the gun and wiggles it a little. She lets out an uncontrolled moan. He begins to fuck her with his pistol. She leans back and holds herself up with her bound hands. After a few minutes, cum squeezes out around the barrel. He smiles and pulls the trigger. She lets out a scream as a bullet rips through her and exists out some where in the middle of her back. He removes the now cum and blood soaked silencer from her bleeding pussy.

"Since he is not here, I guess I will have to leave him a message. But first, I need to relieve some of my frustration." Raphael pulls his pants down and shoves his rock-hard cock into her pulsating vagina. He pushes all nine inches into her painful pussy. Blood squirts out and sprays both of their legs. He thrusts his cock hard into her until he cums inside of her bloody womb. He pulls out and wipes the blood and cum off of his cock with a hanky. He pulls his pants up and zips them up.

"Now you can take my message for your boss." He pulls out a knife and shows it to her. Her green eyes widen in terror. He grabs her by the hair and pulls her head back. With a sickening "rip" he drags the blade deep across her throat. Blood shoots out and splatters onto the ceiling. He sits back in Mr. Braden's leather chair and watches her body convulse and bleed all over the desk. He looks through the desk drawers and takes an address book and $150 Mr. Braden had stashed in the back.

"Make sure He gets the message, dear." Raphael makes sure no blood got on his clothes, then leaves. Olivia's body continues to convulse on the desk and finally settles after about five minutes. Blood pools around her neck and pussy on the desk.