Tom at work

Tom surprises Richard by dragging a naked Heather into his office before forcing her to her knees to give Tom a blow job.

Richard jumps up from behind his desk. "TOM, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE! GET THAT WOMAN SOME FUCKING CLOTHES!"

Tom laughed. "Boss, don't act so surprised. I know you probably have seen her like this many times, just maybe not from this angle."

Richard slams his fist on the table and avoids looking towards Heather as if he is trying to hide a secret. "I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT! NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE."

Tom glanced down at his watch and noticed no indicator that anyone around him had a higher social rank than him, meaning he had a higher rank than Richard. Tom had suspected this, but it was nice getting it confirmed before he put his plan into action. Now that it was confirmed that his SR was higher than Richard's, Tom didn't have to listen to him, so he ignored Richard and lifted Heather's chin off his cock; drool was dripping onto the floor, and Heather drew in a big breath of air. "How many times have you done this to him?" Tom said, pointing at Richard.

Heather glares up at her husband with his cock resting on her chin. "You know I don't like to do this." Tom knew that if she never did it, she would have said so, so she must have sucked Richard's cock a few times.

Richard starts up again. "I don't know what's going on between you two, but this is my office, and she shouldn't be here, and certainly not naked!"

Tom laughs. "Heather, it seems like my boss has a problem with you in his office. Has he ever brought you here when I am not around? What about the desk? How many times has he fucked your whore cunt on it?" Tom asked as he used her hair to turn her head towards the desk.

Heather glances toward Richard, hoping he would do something because she doesn't want to admit that Richard did, in fact, bring her here after a movie when Emma and Gerret were at a camp, and they did, in fact, have sex on his desk.

She had felt Tom's anger, an anger she didn't know he possessed before yesterday, and she was afraid of how he would react if he learned that his boss had actually fucked her on the office desk.

Richard notices her eyes, so he quickly steps around his desk and screams, "Tom, I will not have that type of language in my office."

Just from the way Heather looked at Richard, Tom had his answer, so he lifted her up and set her down on the desk, chest up. "Oh, come on, Richard, you both probably said much worse when you brought her here and fucked her on your desk!"

Richard takes a step back as he watches Tom slip his cock inside Heather's pussy "Tom... I .. I ... I have no clue what you're talking about!"

Tom laughed. "Enough lying. Give me a marker!"

Richard's eyes locked onto Heather's hard nipples as they started rocking from Tom's thrust. "wh wh why do you want a marker?

Tom smiles as he continues to thrust his cock in and out of Heathers's pussy, "Because I am going to write up a contract where you're going to sign this company over to me."

Richard was too distracted by Heather's moans to fully understand what Tom was saying. "Why?"

Tom shouts as he cum inside Heather's pussy, "Because I don't think it's a good idea for the owner to have an affair with his star employee's wife. Especially not when the employee has a higher SR."

Richard collapses into his chair as he finally realizes there is no way he could lie his way out of this. "How did you find out!"

Tom could feel his cum around his cock, and to his surprise, he actually stayed hard. "It doesn't matter how I found out. All that matters is that I did, now, hand me a marker."

Richard mindlessly holds up a black marker, and Tom starts writing on his wife's naked chest.

I, Richard Frost, hereby hand over ownership of my company to Tom Jenkins.

Tom took a moment to appreciate the ways the words curve around Heather's tits before holding the marker towards Richard. "All that's left is for you to sign her."

Tom had made a dotted line for Richard to sign just above Heather's stuffed pussy.

Richard glances down at Heather's pussy which is still stuffed full of Tom's cock. "I don't feel comfortable touching her like this."

Tom reaches out and pulls Richard in close. "Stop lying; if you were really uncomfortable touching her like this, there would have been no way you would have given her a child!"

Fear filled Richard's body as he could feel Tom's anger towards him radiating off his body. Richard knew that if he didn't do something to quench Tom's rage or at least redirect it, he would lose more than his company today. So he gives Heather one last quick loving glance as if to tell her, 'I'm sorry.' before putting on a look of pure confusion.

Tom was so angry that he didn't even realize that Richard's half-sold look was utterly fake, and he began to think that Richard did not know what he was talking about.

Then he looked at Heather, who was close to crying. "You lying bitch... you never told him?"

Heather quickly replied, "Yes... I swear I did!"

But Tom argues back, "It certainly doesn't look like it." He then glanced up at Richard and asked, "Do you know what we are talking about?"

Richard was so thankful that it wasn't an order. As a result, he was able to silently shake his head no, allowing Tom to continue on his rampage with his anger shifted away from Richard.

"That is SO typical. You are so selfish and never think about other people's feelings," Tom said as he slapped Heather's face.

Then Tom looked at Richard and said, "I guess the only right thing to say is congratulations... You have just become the parent of a hot 19-year-old slut."

Heather looked up at Richard, a man who held a small place in her heart, a man that she would have run away with if Tom hadn't existed, and silently begged him to tell the truth. But all he did was look away and hold his confused look as Tom twisted Heather's nipples very hard. "I don't think he understands what I'm saying, so you better tell your lover what I'm saying...... Hell, you should probably have had this conversation 19 years ago."

Complete despair filled Heather, she trusted Richard, and now he betrayed her as much as she betrayed Tom, but she understood that Tom believed him more than her, so trying to argue it out any more would just make it worse for her, so she looked at Richard in anger and almost whispered, "Emma is your daughter."

"Louder!" Tom shouted as he slapped her tits.

"Emma is your daughter," Heather said.

Richard gave his best denial look as he shook his head. "No, I don't have a daughter; I only have a son, Gerret."

Heather gritted her teeth in anger as she repeated the same thing she said 19 years ago. "No, I'm 100% sure; I did a DNA before she was born, and it was confirmed that you are her father."

Tom could see Richard was in shock, at least his fake shock.

"Well, you get a 19-year-old slut with a low SR as a daughter, and I get a multi-million dollar company; I guess it's my lucky day..... now sign on the dotted line."

Realizing that this was his only way out of Tom's anger, Richard picks up the marker and starts signing on the line just above Heather's pussy. Heather's **** stair as he singed just inches away from where Tom's cock poked into her made Richard once again falls back into his chair as the weight of the fact that he just signed away his life's work and he had just sold out the woman he had feeling for, for a better outcome sets in.

Tom brought him back to reality. "So I know you have a lower social rank than me, but what is it."

Richard rolls the marker in his hand, wondering where exactly it all went wrong, as he answers, "76."

Tom: "Did they tell you why it was so low?"

Richard: "Because of the affair."

Tom face turned to a frown "I have been meaning to ask this. But from my understanding in order for your social rank to go down someone must have ratted you out, do you know who?"

Richard shook his head no. "It could be anyone."