Make Karen have a worse day

I woke up early the next morning with a slight hangover. As much as I wanted to just sleep in, I was on a mission. I quietly got out of bed and snuck around to Yua's side of the bed. It would be pretty awkward if she woke up while I was doing this. I took her phone off the bedside table and carefully pressed the fingerprint reader against her finger. With her phone unlocked I was quickly able to find her work address. Excellent. I gave Yua a goodbye kiss as I placed her phone back on the table. Freya was still passed out naked on my couch, cum drying on her face from our drunken sex marathon last night. "That girl can really take a dick," I thought to myself as I grabbed my sex briefcase and headed out the door.

I'm coming for you, Karen.

When I arrived at the office building Yua had worked at, I walked straight up to the receptionist and began stripping naked right in front of her. She blushed and looked away from me. There was nothing she could do to stop me, but that didn't mean she had to look. And that's exactly what I was counting on as I turned and strolled straight past security. It was a bit of a gamble, but I felt that it would probably work. On my first date with Yua, she hadn't seen me when I entered the women's bathroom. And again last night when she was taking a bath, she hadn't noticed me even when I began massaging her breasts. It was as if I was totally invisible to her. I had concluded that it was because my entire existence in those rooms was a sexual act. And so, here I was strolling buck naked through a busy office place, wearing nothing but a briefcase filled with sex toys and bondage gear.

Eventually, I found Karen's office and let myself in.

"You're supposed to kno-" she said, stopping suddenly when she realized there was no one in her office. "Huh, must have been the wind" she muttered to herself. Indoors? Karen, you stupid bitch.

I eyed the woman in front of me. She was quite beautiful, though it was dampened by her general... well suffice to say she just exuded bitchiness. She had straight reddish-blonde hair and was wearing a sheer black blouse and a mix between a pencil skirt and shorts. I ripped her blouse apart, exposing her bra. She gasped in shock and looked down at her exposed chest in horror. She tried her best to cover her breasts with her arms while she stood up to lock her door and close her blinds. Before she could make it to the window, I grabbed some scissors and cut the waistband of her skirt, causing it to begin slipping down her waist. She used one hand to hold it up while her other hand searched frantically for the string to close the blinds with. Before she could grab ahold of it I pushed her against the window, mushing her tits against the glass for the whole office to see. With her back to me, it was easy enough to unclasp her bra. I let go of her and she closed the blinds as fast as she could, but it was too late; some of her coworkers had already seen her lewd display. What possible explanation could they think of to explain why Karen had suddenly decided to take off her shirt and mush her tits against the glass?

She now needed both hands to hold her outfit together as I pushed her out of her office and led her to the photocopier room. I removed her bra fully and pushed her bare nipples against the cold glass of a photocopier and turned it on. While it spat out copies, I took the opportunity to pull her skirt and panties down her legs. When I had finished with that, I allowed her to stand back up. Her tattered blouse was little comfort to her as she stood there with one hand covering her nipples, the other shielding her bare pussy. I could actually see the realization of just how fucked she was descend upon her as she watched what was left of her clothes being fed into the industrial document shredder.

At this point, I felt that I had done enough that it would be better to just let the situation play out. I stepped back and watched her cry as she processed her situation. She carefully peeked out the doorway at her coworkers, presumably checking if the coast was clear. Apparently, it wasn't. She swore as she walked back into the safety of the copy room. She looked around desperately as if an outfit would just happen to be hanging in the room, ripe for the taking. Then, a look of determination came across her face and she grabbed some scotch tape, and the stack of photocopies of her tits. An interesting choice. She began fashioning a makeshift outfit by taping pieces of paper over her most private areas. She did her best to place all the sheets of paper tit-side-in. Sure, it wouldn't hold up under scrutiny, but it might just suffice to cover her as she made her way back to her office. Then she could call her girlfriend and have her bring her a new outfit. Everything would work out just fine she assured herself.

Of course, I could have stopped her, but I had a better idea. When she finished her makeshift outfit, she attempted to sneak back to her office. I waited until she reached the midpoint, and then yelled really loudly next to her. Yelling loudly in an office is not a sexual act. Everyone in the office stopped what they were doing and got up to see what was going on. They didn't find the source of the noise, but they did find the extremely embarrassed and practically naked head of HR trying to sneak back into her office with pictures of boobs taped all over her body. It was positively the strangest thing they had ever seen in an office building. She bolted back into her office and I barely made it inside before she slammed and locked the door. She collapsed onto the floor and curled up into a ball, sobbing. They had seen her, but she had made it back. Now all she had to do was text her girlfriend and this would all be over. But I wasn't finished with her yet.

I removed what was left of her blouse, balled it up, and shoved it in her mouth, sealing it in with some duct tape I found in her drawers. It was a makeshift gag, but it would have to do. I rolled her over so that she was face-down ass up with her pussy facing her door. Next, I bound her arms and legs together with a spreader bar and handcuffs. Then I grabbed some markers off her desk and began writing humiliating phrases all over her ass cheeks.

"Anal Slut", "Cum dump", "Fill with cum", "Filthy Slut"

I snapped a picture of her with her phone and placed it in my pocket. Then I went on her computer and accessed her calendar. For the rest of the day, her schedule was filled with back-to-back 15-minute meetings with just about every man who worked on that floor. Each one is accompanied by an explanation of the meeting topic.

"Hey, I know this is out of the blue, but I actually think you're really hot. I've been masturbating in my office all morning fantasizing about your cock ramming into my slutty holes. I've booked us a meeting in my office. I'll be ready and waiting for you. Don't say a word, just come right in and ravish me like the stud you are." Was I laying it on too thick? Eh, who cares. I edited the last one to include instructions to untie her afterward. I was worried that otherwise she'd be stuck there forever. Like Yua and her vibrator. Or Tina in her chastity belt, who I had completely forgotten about. I should probably check up on her soon and see how she's doing.

I wasn't sure if any of the men would take Karen up on "her" offer, so I figured I should at least get her off to a good start. Since I was already naked (and by now, rock hard), I simply kneeled behind her and thrust balls deep into her pussy in one steady motion. She moaned around her gag as I gripped her hips and began thrusting into her with wild abandon. With each thrust, her face rubbed against the carpet. She'd have a hell of a rugburn by the time her day is through. As I approached my climax, I realized I probably shouldn't leave sloppy seconds for the next guy. I pulled out and jerked myself off, spraying her ass with my cum. Then, I removed her gag and wiped it up with the fabric before balling it up and reinserting it into her mouth. Suck on that, Karen.

On the way home, I used her phone to update her Linkedin profile. I set her profile picture to the one I had taken of her earlier. I also updated her job title from "Head of HR" to "Cum rag, self-employed". It was more accurate since it was unlikely she'd keep her job after today.

When I got back home, Yua was still sleeping as I slipped back into bed next to her as if nothing had happened.