Old Scores

Absently rubbing, soothing her poor, spanked butt through her dress, Vanessa tossed the envelope in the trash. On top of her piss-heavy diaper.

The contents of the envelope, a single business card with gaudy gold lettering spelling out 'Cortland Walden', went in after - followed by enough paper towels to conceal all the evidence.

Nessie... th-the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Vanessa took the opportunity to scoot past with a mumbled, "Thanks." Afro down, the negress didn't get anything more than a glimpse of white legs and shiny black business flats before she made her escape.

The... the door didn't close behind her until she was well down the hallway. Eyes, female eyes watched her - she c-could feel them, and the short t-trip to Cortland's office...

Cortland.

The previous week, Vanessa's stocky, frequently lesser co-worker had thought she was a whore, by Brand's side. And... and even after realizing who she was, he had... he had touched - her face, her thigh.

H-her bruises.

And, Brand had practically offered her to him.

"Uoo-uooh..." S-stop... monkey hooting to herself, softly, in time with her steps - like she hadn't done enough in secret, in hiding with Mister Fluffy the previous night -

Nessie shuddered, and paused - clutching her dress. Pressing i-in, where her long legs met.

"Stop..." She... took her hands away. The hallway split - she needed to ignore... ignore the invitation. Say it was nothing, to Miss Cheryl, and Hannah. She had avoided Cortland for days, she could evade again, a-and...

Fib.

Naughty. "Uoo." Naughty Nessie, touched her tingling, raw butt to the cool hallway wall. V-Vanessa...

Straightened her back.

Jesus. Fucking m-monkey. Vanessa made her feet move, unafraid, around the corner and again - to an office setup much like her own.

But, not her own.

In the cubicle outside, a youngish, cute blonde sat at the desk. Head down a-and -

"Um, Mag-Maggie?"

Blue eyes and a lightly freckled, ever-so-slightly plump girl looked up, startled.

"Oh! Miss Lockley!"

Typically competent, and a little cowed by her boss, Vanessa had felt sorry for Cortland's secretary in the past. Sorry for her... and a smidge c-contemptuous.

"I'm glad you came." Smiling nervously, Maggie played for a moment with her wedding band. "He said... sorry, Mister Walden said to drag your um... your, ah, butt here if you didn't make it down soon. Can you imagine?" The younger woman tried to smile again. But... but when she looked at Vanessa...

The black woman stood tall. Tall as she could - as she remembered being.

Ignoring... shoving away how shamefully, painfully abused her face must have looked.

"Yes. I... can. I'll see him now."

Even - even faking a bit of confidence, felt good. Maggie nodded respectfully, and picked up her phone.

And... waited, with Vanessa, sending the black woman a reassuring smile when it rang. And rang.

"He always does this. Sometimes I think he just..."

"Well, he's the boss," Maggie chirped too-cheerfully, rolling her chair back to get up and knocking at the door.

A muffled response, and she cracked it open, while Nessie's heart thumped in her chest. Whatever she... he...

"Um, it's Miss Lockley. Sir."

At some grunted response, the door swung open. Cortland's office was just how Vanessa remembered it - similar in dimension to her own, her... f-former office. But, where she had hers laid out so she was to the side, her accomplishments and credentials on the wall to her back, Cortland faced the door, the windows behind him.

"Come in."

Nearly bald, for as long as Vanessa had known him, with what little hair he had so close-cropped as to be nearly invisible, the stocky white man in a light blue business suit took to his feet, and put his knuckles on his desk.

"You know, I don't care - but I think you're going to want the door shut, here, Vanessa."

The... he cared, it was all posturing. Overwrought posturing - but there wasn't much of a choice, anyway.

The door clicked shut, behind the black woman. She - she pressed it closed, behind her, leaning back...

And entered, all the way.

"Cortland."

"Cunt."

N-Nessie paused. She, sh-she -

The white man laughed - loud and mean.

"Look at you. You don't even know what to do with yourself, do you?"

Cortland loosened, and removed his tie.

"I've been waiting for you." Rounding his desk... "How are you, Vanessa?"

Circling... slowly circling the entry space with him, like wrestlers squaring off, Vanessa didn't answer.

"I've been waiting to see you. Your secretary, or boss - Cheryl was very thorough. Would you believe I had to submit a physical, clearing me to have you here?"

A physical? J-Jesus. Vanessa stopped, dumbfounded. Cheryl really... she and Brand really, honestly...?

"No."

Cortland laughed.

"From what I hear, half the men on the floor are getting their own. Sending it in like any other paperwork." Bullshit. They wouldn't... even Brand w-wouldn't...

"N-no..."

"You're gonna get passed around, Miss Lockley. Starting here, to every cock in the office that needs a hole - and from what I've seen, your black ass is going to love it."

Fuck... fucking - stopping herself from pulling at her dress, from dropping right there a-and - "N-!"

"No..." Cortland mocked her, high-pitched and sneering. "No, no! Come on, cunt!" Clearing the space between them, h-he pushed her! Like a schoolyard bully, almost making Vanessa trip back - "You're going to sit on my cock if you don't put up a damn fight! You've never gone easy on me on anyth- "

Winding up, fist clenched, Vanessa's rage boiled. The injustice, the ****, the infinite and unceasing anguish and shame i-inside her, for a-allowing and participating and -

Nessie didn't slap Cortland.

She slugged him, right in his smug fucking round face.

For a split second she stood there, as shocked as he was. But, when he moved, she moved. Face contorted in anger, the demoted forty-one year old negress felt her claws come out. She flailed and scratched, never minding that her wrists were grabbed - she surged forward until Cortland was up against his desk. Leaning over the bastard, teeth bared like a wild animal - he pushed off and, almost knocking his computer over -

"That's the bitch I know!" The white man's arm wrapped around the back of Vanessa's neck -

"GHah!

Pain exploded - the hard point of Cortland's knee slammed right into the negress's crotch. Gasping, a-air -

"Rrh-NN!"

Cortland's knee landed a-again! Busting Vanessa right in her fucking cunt, she... fuck! The white man let g-go of Nessie's wrists, and... supporting her shoulder -

" - GAFF!"

Nessie almost hurled, as the stocky white bastard positioned her, and uppercutted her - slamming his fist, powered by his back and body, right into her heaving, unprotected stomach.

"Nn-hnn..."

Carpet.

Vanessa sank into the carpet, face down. ****.

Breathing in dust, rolling her face back and forth on the scratchy fibers - everything was knocked out of her. Her stomach, her sex, she...

"That was fucking perfect!" Cortland panted above her, straightening himself. A shoe toed Vanessa's head.

And then, he went around back.

"Fuu...k..." T-trying to grab the hem of her d-dress, to keep it down, what little strength Vanessa had -

The groaning, trembling black woman felt her dress ripped out of her one clenched hand - slapped away and then... lifted. Crude, uncaring fingers probed Nessie's poor, swollen cunt through her wet panties.

"God, that felt good. Fuck quietly bending you over - not after taking all your shit." Elation a-and - bastard. Cortland... "Should have done this years ago, huh?"

Panties... and pain. Fuck... fuck him. Vanessa was too hurt, t-too - even stretching out her leg felt impossible, even a symbolic kick. Her stomach pains were telling her to curl up - curl up and protect it, while her ass... her pussy...

"All those times you pissed me off - bet you would've kept quiet, too." B-bastard. Touching her - touching - "Wouldn't you have? Too fucking proud... or at least you were."

Thick knuckles slid between Vanessa's pussy and her lacy black panties, and tightened.

"Fuck you," Nessie grunted through gritted teeth.

She could hear... hear the smirk behind her, at her choice of words.

"Too late to find out now. I'll take what fight I can get."

The last bit of modesty was ripped from the nigger, yanked down to her ankles in one go, exposing her juicy black box and full brown ass to the bald fuck behind her.

Cortland laughed.

"Holy shit, woman! Look at that jungle!"

Male hands... two fat thumbs spread Vanessa's bruised buttcheeks, exposing her gasping sphincter.

"That's fucking beastly, Miss Lockley! Aren't you embarrassed to wave that... that _thing _around??"

B-Brand... his word - beastly. Beastly, hairy, ch-chimpy...

"Uoo..." Wh-whisper-hooting to herself -

"Huh?!"

Whap!

"Ghee!" Vanessa s-squealed. The... Cheryl's spanking, and the sickening pain she was already dealing with in her tummy -

"S-sorry! I - I'm sorry. I'm... I'm sorry that I-I'm..."

"That I'm so h-hairy." Belt unbuckling behind her - she h-hated him. Hated... "D-down there."

God, her stomach fucking hurt. The asshole, h-he - "Ohh!"

He stuck her! Grabbing the black woman's hips, one thrust put Cortland r-right inside Nessie, parting and penetrating sopping, furry pussy hole.

"O-oh!"

Wh-what the -

"I've been waiting a long time to **** you, slut."

Vanessa grabbed the underside of Cortland's desk.

What th-the actual fuck?!

"All the headaches you've given me. This was always going to happen, Vanessa. Always."

Fucking... fucking, "Ghno...!" Rhythmic... p-pumping. In her - dear... dear god.

"God damn. This pussy - you. No ****, no ****, no condom. Mmh!" Cortland grunted in satisfaction.

"Hff!" A hand grabbed Nessie's hair, pulling her a-and angling her head - making sure the black woman could hear.

"I tried to spike your drink at a Christmas party once. Had everything ready to go."

J-Jesus. V-Vanessa covered her mouth, b-both hands clamped tight and eyes squeezed closed against her tears while her body jerked and jiggled with each thrust. A... a monster. With his **** dick inside her, f-fucking her soft pink insides -

"I imagined how you'd look after, around the office," Fantasizing behind Nessie, practically drooling while he penetrated her... "Not knowing for sure who did it, suspicious of me, but unable to prove anything, or even say anything. I imagined going to meetings with you, knowing - fuck!"

"Not so proud, now, are ya'?"

P-proud. Fucking... stuck on her co-worker's dick, beaten a-and -

"Tell me you're a whore."

"I..."

Vanessa hung her head.

"I'm a whore," She whispered, accepting another painful thrust. A-another -

"Who's a whore??"

Fuck!

"I - "

WHAP!

"Huh?" Cortland slapped Vanessa's raw, ridden black ass. "Who's a whore?"

"I-I am!" Gritted teeth, pain and humiliation -

"Uoo!"

God, she was going to cum. Even with her aching stomach, through... through the pain and disgust - **** -

"I'm a whore! Fuck! I-I'm a... I'm a whore. I'm a..."

Cumming... cumming - please!

"Fuck! Cum, you slut!" Slapping into her, filling her, reaching a climax - "What are you?!"

"I'm a whore! A nigger - your... your n-nigger whore!"

Vanessa collapsed, panting, sliding off the desk and onto the floor while Cortland's seed...

Awful. Sick. He kept a hold of Vanessa's hips as she rolled down, spent - and kept his dick inside her.

Emptying inside her. While Vanessa took his seed - let it slide up into her belly, with gravity.

The white man pulled out, drained by Nessie's greedy, needy black pussy.

"'Nigger'."

Vanessa groaned.

"That suits you. Pull your fucking panties up before you stain the carpet - and sit up. Look at me."

P-panties... semen inside her, drained into her aching belly, Vanessa pulled her panties up over her sloppy pussy. She pushed herself off the floor, a-and, on her knees -

Weighty, chubby cock slapped her in the face.

"That's a pretty..." The white man smiled nastily.

"Nigger."

Big shaved balls, as bald as Cortland's head, rested on Nessie's lips. S-squirming away -

A flick of Cortland's hips got the negress a second cock slap for her trouble.

"Would've been nice to have the first crack at your black ass, back when you were a real bitch, but this... was nice. Even better than some **** up fuck because you know whose cum is in you - whose is it, Vanessa?"

Bopping her forehead, lazily swinging back and forth with his half-hard meat, C-Cortland...

U-ugh.

"Whose cum is soaking your panties right now, slut?"

"Y-yours," Vanessa g-groaned. "Your cum. I-is - Gf!"

Another cock s-slap...! Turned into a... r- rub. Cortland's dick on her face smeared sexual fluids, his a-and hers, all over. All over Vanessa's cheeks and brow and lips, her -

"It's in me." In her, and on her. Wiped all over the nigger's s-stupid face.

The head of his penis circled Nessie's lips. Sh-she looked straight up, at Cortland's sweaty, red face.

"A-and in... inside. Inside..."

"- Glmp..."

Vanessa quietly swallowed the offending dick. Without prompting, just to get it off her face and...

And just... because she...

The negress s-swallowed her ****'s slimy white dick, and started bobbing.

"Amazing."

Shut... shut up.

"Mllp... llmp..."

Leaning into her, over her, Cortland g-grabbed his phone, and spread his legs a bit.

"Vanessa Lockley." P-proud black features worked... wide brown eyes watched and b-blinked...

"I need one of these of my own. Look at the camera."

All it took was a little tap to Vanessa's cocksucking cheek - and she looked. Sh-she...

"Glmp... lmmp..."

"Wish I had a video of this from when there was a little more there." Cortland lamented, grinning. Recording. "Look at you. Pathetic."

Bobbing, utterly pathetic, Vanessa felt... her hand climbed, probing her soiled panties, her painfully bruised and used pussy. She...

Cortland slid his hand behind the black woman's head, through her kinky, curly hair, and pushed...

"Glmp..."

He was only half rigid, still s-spent, but...

"Klmmp..."

"That's right. Get all the nigger off my dick."

F-fuck!

"Mhh...nmm..." Moaning like a whore, hurt and pathetic and - she hated him. Hated -

**** on cock, Vanessa ran her tongue over her co-worker's smooth white balls. Massaging and c-cleaning the... the nigger off -

"Nnh?"

The door got a timid knock, and Vanessa nearly bit the cock in her mouth.

"Fuck! What?!" Cortland barked at the intrusion.

The door... Jesus! On the other side of Cortland's squat body, directly where Vanessa would be facing if he wasn't in the way, the door cracked. S-stuck on the white asshole's dick, unable to see -

"S-sir? Um, o-oh! Um, Miss Lockley, I...!"

Jesus! Maggie... she was looking inside the office! A-and Vanessa just... she stilled herself - completely silent, and still, l-like that would somehow h-help with the girl's psycho boss sticking his damn penis in her face. Rigid, and exposed f-for what she... Vanessa's nose flared. A-air...

Cortland's used fucking dick expanded in her mouth. Th-the bastard was... was enjoying...

"Tell me you're here for her." Cortland growled over his shoulder. But, however he sounded, the cock stuck in Vanessa's throat... the black woman's eyes bulged, watering for air. Keeping, keeping herself from moving, just wishing she w-was anywhere else - "Maggie..."

"N-no! Um, n-no - M-Mister... Mister Johnston is almost here. Should be almost here."

Frank! Vanessa's... Cortland's de facto supervisor. Blinking, trying to silently slurp back the drool building in her full m-mouth -

"He insisted, on the phone, he asked, um, h-he - I'll send him away. I'll... I won't, I'll..."

"Don't bother. Miss Lockley and I are almost done. Just send him our way."

... What?

"Um, send... send him in?" The incredulity in Maggie's voice echoed V-Vanessa's -

What??

"Glmp!" Vanessa shouted, around the dick in her throat. M-making her first sound since Maggie had intruded.

Spittle drooled onto the floor.

"Did I stutter?! Send him in!"

Maggie squeaked, a-and -

"Idiot girl." The door didn't fully close until after the insult.

Finally... finally the length of Cortland's penis exited Vanessa's throat. Leaving her gasping, drooling, bent over onto the floor. A mess, a cum-smeared, disheveled, **** mess.

"Guess who did end up getting a spiked drink? Can't let good things go to waste." Almost reminiscing, w-wiping his dick in Vanessa's hair -

"What...? K-Ff!" What was Cortland thinking? What was he... had he...?

"She knows it, too. I know she does. She just pretends not to."

The white man tucked his rigid tool up away, zipping his stiff trousers, and straightening his suit - just in time for the door to open.

"U-um, it's - "

"Go ahead and close the door, dear," Striding into the room, short and overweight and always energetic - Frank waited for the door to close with his hands in his pockets.

"Frank!" Cortland greeted the board liaison, hand held out - and Frank took it without hesitation.

Vanessa, still on her knees, face and hair covered in sticky filth, leaking spent semen into her panties, could have died.

"Sorry about the mess. I would've tidied up a bit, with a little more warning."

'Tidied' - Cortland had been **** her! In his office, on company... it wasn't her fault - Vanessa could explain... could...

"You know I don't give too much warning - and that I know what the job really looks like. This is just a quick visit, to check on morale. Nothing you need to mind - it's good to see you."

Nothing was... it wasn't... Frank...

Frank smiled guilelessly down at the negress on the floor.

"Vanessa. I see you're progressing well."

The sloppy, abused negress's jaw worked. Dropped, and closed, drool hanging from her chin.

"O-oh," Was all she could manage. All...

"You've always made us proud, here. Always the good worker. Keep that up, okay?"

It was surreal. As if... as if n-nothing had changed. Nothing in Frank's expression indicated surprise, or dismay. Not even h-hunger, or...

It was... it was like business as usual. And Vanessa, reflexively, dumbly, felt her head nod. Her lips move.

"Okay. Th-thank you."

Thank you. As if - as if it was business as usual for her, too.

Frank - h-he did smile then.

"Good girl, Miss Lockley." The pudgy little executive bent to p-pat Vanessa's head, and then... then seemed to think better of it, and patted her shoulder instead.

"We'll connect more, soon," Frank Johnston smiled, inches away. "Today or tomorrow. For now, I have to run. Busy busy - a lot of changes. I'll arrange something with our dear Miss Thomas."