Start fucking more than his assistant

"You don't want to do the relaxation exercises with me anymore?"

Tom smiled at his young assistant. She was seated in his office, but he was sitting on the edge of his desk, looking down at her. Combined with her overly pained expression, he felt like he was telling a dumb kid that there is no Santa, which was kind of fun.

"Sandy, it's time to shut down the act. You know this was never relaxation. This was fucking."

"Well, um... yes." She futzed with her oversized glasses. "But we were fucking to relax?"

"No. We were fucking because you absolutely love my cock and you can't get enough of it."

Sandy looked down at the ground.

"Go ahead, Sandy. Say it."

"I love it when you fuck me!" she said, burying her face in her hands to hide her embarrassment. "I know I don't deserve it! You're so handsome, so mature! I don't deserve your attention... but..." She reached out and grabbed his pantleg. "Please! Can you keep fucking me? Please?"

"Not in the office." Tom reached out and patted her head. "I've got better things to do. However, I did enjoy this weekend. So if you and your little friend want to do that again, let me know, okay?"

Sandy's face brightened. "Yes! I'll talk to Rosa very soon! Thank you, sir!"

Tom gave her an encouraging head rub and left his office. Despite the fact that he'd just shut a woman down for sex, he was quite turned on. Hearing her admit that she desperately needed his cock felt good. Plus, it had been a few days since the sex marathon he'd had with Sandy and Rosa (mostly Rosa) on Saturday, and he was feeling the need again.

Tom went into the copy room. Despite being a fairly small company, they were a publisher, so they needed a big, industrial printer and copier for certain tasks like copying large sheets of artwork. Right now he was going to copy several potential book cover illustrations so he could mark changes they needed. However, when he entered the room, he found Abby, the receptionist, using the copy machine.

She didn't see him or hear him because she was occupied with the noisy machine. Tom took a second to admire her from behind. The pale skin of her legs had a bit of freckles, which wasn't surprising for a natural redhead. Her hair was a cloud of curls that went most of the way down her back, it would probably look much longer straightened. She had a slender build like Sandy, obviously hired by Angelique who prioritized work skills over bust size, but she was still very sexy in her way.

Tom walked up beside her and glanced at the papers she was putting in the copier. "Hmm. These are the monthly notices for all the clients. They're not due out for a week. You're getting an early start!"

Abby focused on punching in how many copies she needed into the keypad, but smiled at the compliment and said, "Yeah, I like getting everything done quickly. It really helps me stay on top of everything when new stuff comes up!"

Then she turned and saw who she was talking to. The smile was reflexively replaced with a repulsed snarl, but she didn't say anything. She just turned back to the copy machine.

The anger in Tom's chest felt familiar like an old friend. This little twenty-two-year-old receptionist thought she was better than him. She thought of him as an unattractive old man. All the women in this office did. This was why he needed to stop focusing exclusively on Sandy, a lot of the women here needed to learn to respect him.

"With enthusiasm like that," said Tom, hiding the anger, "you could become an assistant editor before too long."

Without taking her eyes off the copier, Abby replied, "That's the plan."

"Sandy used to be the receptionist before you had that job. She's doing very well as my assistant. I've helped her learn a lot. I could help you, too."

The pretty girl turned to Tom and scrunched up her lightly freckled face. "Sir, I'll try to be polite as I can because my parents taught me to always listen to old people. I really do want to do well here and learn a lot. But not from a pervert like you."

The heat boiling in Tom at hearing that felt good. A month ago he wouldn't have been able to do anything except take the condescending insult. He had no power in the company and people could treat him like crap, even a receptionist. Now he imagined all the ways that he could teach this girl the right way to act. All of those lessons would be very, very fun.

"That's enough!" said a pissed off voice from behind Tom. "Abby, you can finish copying those later. I'm going to have a talk with Tom right now."

Abby grabbed her papers and her copies quickly, not even closing the lid on the copy machine, and ran off. Tom turned around and smiled.

"Yes, Janeece? You wanted to say something to me?"

The stunning, young black woman moved in close to Tom, perhaps closer than she meant to. "You don't get to talk to her that way!"

"What way? I was offering to mentor the young lady."

Janeece's face shriveled up like a pissed-off raisin. "Everyone knows what kind of... 'mentor'... you've been to Sandy!"

"Yes, and everyone knows what kind of 'meetings' you've been having with Brandon's dick in the private conference room. What's your point?"

Janeece barely held her voice below a scream. "What I do with Brandon is entirely between us! Neither of us is forcing ourselves on someone like you are!"

Tom held up his hands. "Hey, that's not fair. Everyone I've slept with has propositioned me. Including you! Is this what this is about? It's been a few weeks since you demanded I give you my cock. Is Brandon's baby cock not getting the job done?"

The young manager was breathing like a bull about to charge now. Tom could see that her anger was turning her on, making her steal less and less subtle glances at his body. However, she'd been avoiding succumbing to her urges when Tom made her angry by using the same tactic for the last few weeks.

Janeece turned around and walked away.

Unlike the last few weeks, Tom wasn't going to let her go. Right before she reached the door he said, "You're just a mean, little bitch, aren't you, Janeece?"

She stopped, turned around, and stomped towards him. "And you're just a huge asshole!"

As soon as he was within reach, Janeece grabbed Tom and pulled him into the hardest kiss of his life. Not the best, not the most passionate, the hardest. It was like she wanted to bruise his mouth with hers. She immediately started undoing his pants and he unbuttoned her blouse. After a couple of buttons Tom got impatient and just ripped her blouse open, sending one of the buttons flying across the room.

"I fucking hate you so much!" said Janeece as she fished out Tom's hard cock and started jacking it.

"That's because you're not just a mean bitch, you're also a dumb bitch." Tom pulled her white shirt over her shoulders, then yanked her black bra down so that her big tits popped out. "If you were smart, you'd be nice to me so that I could help your career!"

Janeece pushed Tom away, pulled up her skirt, and stripped her panties off as she said, "Shut the fuck up! You can't help anyone! I don't know what kind of brain injury caused Mr. Roberts to start acting like you're the king shit around here, but it won't last!" When her panties were off, she grabbed his cock again and pressed her body against his, forcing him inside her pussy.

"Fuck, your pussy is so fucking wet!" said Tom as he pushed her back against the copy machine. "You really are a hot slut, aren't you!"

"And you're a huge asshole!"

"You said that already."

"Shut up and fuck me!"

Tom pounded his cock into her hot pussy. Was it actually, physically hotter than the other pussies he'd fucked recently? Was that from being angry, or was that just how hot Janeece ran? It didn't matter, it felt great. He leaned down, forcing Janeece to arch her back backwards, and he sucked on one of her big, brown tits. She grabbed his head and held it there, helping him keep his mouth on her nipple as he fucked her.

"Harder, you weak bastard, fuck me harder!"

Tom straightened up. He grabbed both of her large breasts and squeezed them just a little too hard, but looked her straight in her sultry eyes. "Do you really want it harder? You sure?"

"Yes! Fuck, are you deaf too, old man?! Fuck me harder!!"

Tom pulled out, spun the woman around, and impaled her from behind. She braced herself against the copy machine and moaned as he rammed his cock into her pussy as hard as he could.

"Yes! That's it, fuck me!" shouted Janeece. Unlike the executive offices, the copy room wasn't soundproofed, so if anyone was outside, they definitely heard her.

Tom put his hand on Janeece's back and pushed her down onto the open copier. Her face and bare chest pressed against the glass. She barely seemed to notice, her eyes were pressed shut. That's when he had the best idea ever. He reached down and tapped on the copier's display. The machine started scanning, printing out a hundred copies of Janeece's face and tits.

The twenty-six-year-old executive pressed her eyes closed harder against the light that was shining through the glass as the copier scanned her tits over and over again. "What the- oh my god your dick is so- what the fuck are you doing?!"

Tom pressed her head against the glass, an act that made her moan even louder, and said, "Shut up and take it, bitch!"

Before Tom had fucked with her mind, there was no way that Janeece would have responded well to that. She'd been a mentally healthy woman with self respect who would have hated being treated that way. Now, Tom had fixed her so that the more angry she got at him, the hotter she got. The rough treatment and complete disrespect sent Janeece over the edge, driving her into an intense orgasm. The fact that Tom had been able to do this to her sent him over the edge, and they came together.

Tom's whole body jerked as he blew his load inside Janeece, but he kept one hand on her hip and one hand holding her head down on the machine. He felt incredible, powerful, like he could do anything. When he recovered, he saw that Janeece wasn't even trying to push back, she was just lying face down on the copier, panting as the machine spit out copies of her smushed face and tits into the side tray.

Without removing himself from her pussy, Tom pulled out his phone.

• Forget that the copier is making copies of you right now. You're so distracted by that excellent fuck that you won't think about it again unless someone points it out.

This made Tom chuckle, but Janeece was too conked out to notice. He looked up Brandon on slack and sent him a message.

• From now on, whenever a woman touches your cock, think of the grossest shit you can until you lose your erection. When you've lost it, you should be so sad that you start crying and apologizing uncontrollably.

Tom put his phone away and reached around Janeece. He gave her big breasts one more healthy squeeze, then pulled out of her. He pulled her skirt down and used it to wipe his dick clean, then zipped himself up.

"I think I'll come back later for those copies I need," said Tom.

Without opening her eyes or getting up for the copier, Janeece said, "I... hate... you."

"Yeah, but you love my cock, don't you?"

Janeece tried to disagree, but she couldn't.

"See you around. Probably a lot more," said Tom as he closed the door to the copy room behind him. Surprisingly, nobody was outside the door listening. It didn't matter, they'd find the photo evidence the next time someone used the copier.

When he got back to his office, he found a message from Angelique.

"You have a meeting with Mr. Roberts at 4:30pm today. DO NOT GO HOME EARLY!"

"Hmm, I wonder what that's about?"