She's getting fucked in the ass

I pulled out of her dripping cunt with a wet sound, my cock still rock-hard and shiny with her juices. Before Angela could even catch her breath, I grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Her heavy tits smashed against the cold wood of the desk, the gold chain trapped underneath, glasses askew. I shoved her red skirt up over her waist and spread her thick ass cheeks wide, exposing the tight, puckered hole between them.

“Wait-no, not there-” she gasped, trying to push herself up, some of that earlier arrogance trying to claw its way back.

I didn’t give her the chance.

I pressed the thick, spit-and-pussy-slick head of my cock against her asshole and pushed. Angela let out a strangled, high-pitched cry as the fat head forced its way inside. Her ass was ridiculously tight, the ring of muscle stretching obscenely around my girth as I sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until my hips were flush against her soft cheeks.

“Fuck-it's-too big-please-” she whimpered, voice cracking.

I leaned over her, chest pressed to her back, and rolled my hips so she could feel every vein and ridge buried inside her ass.

“While you were sitting on my desk flirting like you ran the place,” I murmured against her ear, “I got a message. My people finished digging. They found everything, Angela. Every dirty secret. The offshore accounts. The forged contracts. The things you buried so deep you thought no one would ever dig them up. One email and you don’t just lose the company… you lose the rest of your life in a cell.”

Her whole body went rigid. A broken moan spilled out of her as I pulled back and slammed back in, burying my entire length in her ass in one brutal stroke.

“In this merger,” I continued, fucking her in deep, steady thrusts that made her heavy tits drag across the desk, “I get full control. You get nothing. No shares. No title. No power. You belong under me… in every way I decide. Understand?”

Angela’s fingers clawed at the edge of the desk. For several long seconds the only sounds in the office were her wet, shaky moans and the filthy slap of my cock driving into her tight ass. Then she gave a small, defeated nod, forehead pressed to the wood.

That silent, complete surrender pushed me over the edge.

I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise and fucked her ass like I was trying to break her open. The tight heat milking my cock, the way her hole clenched and fluttered every time I bottomed out, the broken little sounds she made — it all crashed into me at once. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding deep inside her guts. My cock pulsed again and again, pumping her full while she whimpered and trembled beneath me.

When I finally pulled out, a thick mixture of cum and her own slick immediately began leaking from her stretched, twitching asshole. I reached over, grabbed an empty glass from the side table, and held it under her.

“Push it out,” I ordered, voice rough.

Angela’s face burned, but she obeyed. She bore down, and my cum slowly oozed and dripped from her used hole into the glass in long, sticky strands. I watched every drop fall until the glass held a cloudy, heavy load.

I tangled a hand in her dark hair and dragged her off the desk, forcing her to her knees on the floor. My messy cock slapped against her cheek, smearing cum across her skin.

“Open your mouth. Make it sloppy.”

She opened her mouth. I shoved in deep and fucked her throat without mercy, using her face the same way I had just used her ass. Thick spit poured down her chin and neck in glossy ropes. I angled her head so most of it dripped into the same glass, mixing with the cum she had just pushed out of her ass until the contents were thick and disgusting.

When I finally pulled free, strings of spit connected her swollen lips to my cock. The glass was nearly full.

“Strip.”

Angela’s hands shook as she peeled the torn sheer top off her arms, shoved the red skirt down her legs, and removed her heels. In under a minute she was completely naked. She knelt there on the office floor, heavy tits rising and falling with every shaky breath, thighs slick, face a mess of spit and tears.

I walked to the mini-fridge, pulled out a bottle of expensive wine, and poured a clean glass for myself. Then I carried both glasses back and sank into my chair, legs spread, my wet cock still hanging heavy and half-hard between them.

I raised my wine glass toward her.

“Cheers,” I said calmly. “To the bright future of our company.”

I took a slow sip, eyes locked on her.

Angela stared at the filthy glass in her hands for a long second. Her throat bobbed. Then she lifted it, tilted her head back, and drank every last drop of the mixed cum and spit in one continuous swallow.

When she lowered the empty glass, a thin strand still clung to her bottom lip. The arrogance was gone. Only quiet, broken acceptance remained in her eyes.

She stayed on her knees, naked and used, waiting for whatever came next.