Gabe's not done using Emily

I'm surprised when Gabe pulls his cock out of my mouth without having come. It hangs heavy in front of my face. I can see a vein on it throb hypnotically.

"Bend over the table, Emily," he tells me. Clearly he intends to fuck me at work.

"No, Gabe, I've..."

"Stop acting like such a bitch, Emily," he interrupts. "You've heard what you have to do. Get those tits out, bend over the table, and spread your legs."

Blushing, I get up from the carpet. At least my bare knees get some relief from the rugburn. I pull off my cute office top and bra, which Gabe is still recording like the creepy pervert he is. The last thing I need are videos of me being slutty at work, but that ship has sailed. I am now entirely naked in my place of work in front of an asshole coworker I barely know that's filming every inch of my body. I then turn around and bend over, pressing my tits and thighs into the glossy, cool tabletop.

I can feel Gabe's hands on my ass, kneading my cheeks like a piece of meat. His hand brushes my smooth pussy lips, making me momentarily shiver. He then takes a hold of my small jeweled buttplug and tugs on it. It throws me back in time to the blind gangbang, reminds me of all the anonymous men that ran a train on my ass last weekend, reminds of how I still gape from the fucking inflicted on my body. What's happening now is an echo of last weekend. His pics from last weekend is what gave Gabe power over me. Do I like being in his power? I moan submissively as he keeps tugging on the plug. He gets it out of my ass and brings it in front of my face, in front of my mouth.

"No!" I protest in disgust.

"Stop being such a bitch, Emily," Gabe tells me, resting my buttplug on my pouting lips. "Do you understand?"

I relent, tasting my own musk as I suck on the plug fresh from my ass. Gabe kneads my ass again. I can feel the air tickle my hole, followed by a loogey of spit and Gabe's hard cock. I wince, flattened, as Gabe pushes his cock into my now trained asshole. My pussy is wet, empty, **** for cock, and yet this man with power over me is choosing yet again to fuck my aching ass and not my slutty pussy. He warms up quickly and then he pounds into me, pushing my thighs into the edge of the table with every thrust of his cock.

"Fuck," I moan. It hurts, but it hurts so good. There's something about being used for his selfish pleasure that's doing it for me. I hate myself for how it makes me feel.

He comes quickly inside my ass. I'm moaning, wanting more. He pulls my hair and whispers in my ear. "The project isn't over, Emily. I'm going to keep telling you when you are being a bitch. You will listen when I do. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I nod helplessly. "Good," he continues. "Now stop being such a bitch. Don't wear panties again without permission from me. Do you understand that?"

I nod again, and he leaves me naked in the office supply room. His cum is running out my used ass and down my bare legs. He's pocketed my thong. It's the end of the workday.