Saved by the bell

RING!

“FUCK!”

Nancy jumped at the frustrated, annoyed cry behind her, just as she had given up, prepared to get impaled and fucked like some slut by this trash rapper she was investigated. She could feel the fat head of his cock against her entrance, parting her sleek lips and stretching the small opening as he threatened penetration, but the sudden ringing of the phone had halted him. He had not pulled back, but he had frozen.

RING!

“GOD FUCKING DAMNED! I’m gonna kill that stupid receptionist bitch!” Kateshi roared, taken out of his moment. He let go of Nancy and stepped back, his thick, erect cock bouncing. She lifted her head and peered back at him and seeing the submissive, disheveled look on her face made him want to skullfuck her.

“You stay there!” he hissed, pointing at her threateningly with his finger, “You move and I will make you pay!”

Nancy whimpered but could not help but comply, feeling not equipped to stand up for herself.

“Good bitch!” Kateshi sneered, “Now reach back and spread your fucking ass wide! Show me those slutty, little fuckholes while I rip that bitch a new one!”

Ass raised up high in the air, Nancy felt her body once more complying to the order before her mind quite realized what she was doing. Resting the side of her face onto the cool, smooth leather, she reached back and grabbed a firm buttock in each manicured hand, obediently pulling them as wide apart as she could.

It was a drool-inducing sight, seeing the gorgeous slut like that. Face down, ass up. With her cheeks **** open, both her cunt and her asshole were obscenely spread and Kateshi could see her tiny, little sphincter clench, practically begging to be stretched wide open.

“Good!” he smirked, eyes fixed on his bitch’s holes as he reached for the phone.

“Now listen, you stupid whore! I don’t wanna…” he hissed before he was cut short by a male voice, sounding senior and authoritative.

Nancy heard the man on the other end speaking and while she could not make out what was being said she was sure she recognized Fletcher’s voice, speaking with the determination of a drill instructor. She felt a tear form in her eye as the moment of rest let sink in just how humiliating this was. Butt-naked, face-down-ass-up, showing her wrinkled, virgin asshole off for this scum’s viewing pleasure… how in the world did she let this happen?

“Yes, sir!” Kateshi said when he finally got a word in, his entire tone changed. He lowered his eyes in shame, unable to look at Nancy any longer as the man on the other end tore him a new one, “Yes sir, I will be there right away! Yes, sir!”

He hung up, feeling emasculated. Looking over at her, he saw that despite his humiliating display of submission at the mere commanding voice of a faceless man, Nancy was still holding her position, fingers digging into those firm cheeks to show off her holes, which brought back some of his bravado.

“I need to settle something at reception! I will be back in a minute. If I see you move you will regret it!” he hissed, still irritated before he grabbed his keys and his wallet from one of the counters and stormed off, slamming the door shut behind himself and leaving a stunned Nancy behind.