XXXmas Party: Leah Doesn't hide... (Room 6) (Suspicion: +20)

It was Mr. Howard.

“There you are. Hiding from me?” he grunted. Christmas punch and anger tinged his voice.

“I was trying to get some alone time.” Leah said crossing her arms. “What do you want?"

“Alone time? You mean time away from me? I know you have been avoiding me Miss Williams.” he closed the door to the bedroom and the locking mechanism made a distinctive metallic click.

“Well…I…” Leah said fumbling for words “Lots of people downstairs, sometimes it's nice to have some peace. Just wanted to get away.” She glared at him, a glimmer of fear in her eye.

Mr. Howard smirked, taking slow, deliberate steps toward her.

“I figured you were hiding from me. Because you have been hiding from me a lot lately—as if you had forgotten our deal.” he said his voice dripping venom.

“What?! I…I haven’t forgotten.” Leah said, her face growing worried.

“It certainly has felt that way.” He said moving uncomfortably closer toward her.

“It isn’t like that I promise. I—I just have been busy and I—”

“Oh that’s bullshit.” he said cutting her off.

“It isn’t I sware!” She said taking a step back, her foot hitting the bed. Trapped.

“Well-you are nice and alone now—with me. And we have time.”

“Time? Here!?” Her face in panic. “There are like 30 people downstairs. Jonathan…”

“That’s right. And they are all busy having a good time. Just like WE are going to do.”

“Please don’t. Not here. Not now.” she pleaded. “We…we can do something over the break. I could—”

“We will do something NOW Miss Williams.” he said, the tone of command authority in his voice. “Do you understand? Or should I send a text message with a video clip of you to your little innocent fiancé downstairs?”

“No please!” Leah’s eyes widened. “What—-what do you want?”

“That’s much much better Leah.” he smirked as he pulled out his phone and fiddled with it. “Let me show you a scene of yours you filmed once—I think I’d like to try it.”

Leah’s heart dropped into her stomach as he scrolled through his phone.

“Ah here it is.” he tapped on his phone and turned it toward Leah. A sickening display of degeneracy flashed on the small screen. The sounds of her own moaning made her want to reel. She saw herself on all fours—a cock deep in her ass.

Leah had to steel herself to not just collapse in tears on the bed. She felt so much disgust that she had ever filmed that stupid porno. And look where it had gotten her now.

“Really!?” Leah protested “You want to do that--here!?”

“Mhmmmmm yes, Miss Williams.” he said moving closer to her, the booze heavy on his breath. “Don’t play coy. You let this stranger fuck your ass—certainly you can let me.”

“But…but…” Leah’s heart fell she had ****. “I just…It can…be mes—”

“Lets hope for your sake its not.” He cut her off, uncaring or too shrewd to know that she was possibly bluffing. “Take off your fucking clothes.” he said as he double-checked the door then shoved his phone back into his pants pocket.

“Please, Mr. Howard!” Leah pleaded “Can we please do this somewhere else—another time? I promise I will make it up to you, I’ll play along I'll go with our agreement.”

“Its happening now—or your fiancé will see that video of you fucking that random Aussie and know that you are a little fucking slut.” the booze were heavy on his breath.

As Leah hesitated, Howard reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, displaying the video once again. Leah's face pale, she knew she had ****. With a trembling hand, she began to unbutton her blouse.

"Take off your clothes," Howard commanded, "and get on the bed. Don’t act like you haven’t taken up the ass before."

Leah hesitated, her panic rising as she imagined the consequences of not complying. She knew that if she didn't, Howard would surely send that video to Jonathan. Fighting back tears, she began to undress, her mind racing with thoughts of how she had arrived at this point.

Once fully nude, she crawled onto the bed, her body trembling in fear and embarrassment. Howard approached her, reaching for his pants. The sound of the fly unzipping filled the room, and Leah could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Even though the booming Christmas music was going on downstairs she could only focus on the lurid breathing of Mr. Howard who was getting completely naked. He wanted to enjoy this.

"Get on your hands and knees, Leah," Mr. Howard instructed, his voice thick with lust. "You know how to do this."

Leah **** herself to comply, her heart pounding in her chest as she positioned herself on the bed. She could feel the cold sheets against her skin, a stark contrast to the heat of her own body.

Mr. Howard grabbed her and pulled her to the edge of the bed for his own ease, then spread her ass cheeks unceremoniously. {if Lube: =1} "Ah that lube you got for Dirty Santa...that might certainly help. Good thing YOU got it.." he laughed as he went through her purse without asking. He found the bottle and squirted a healthy dose between Leah's ass and on his stiff cock. He had been eager for this. She fought the urge to wiggle as the cold fluid touched her sensitive orifice. He spat again into his own hand and rubbed his cock’s head with the ad-hoc lubricant. He was already hard—either he had been anticipating this beforehand or the power dynamic was simply arousing. He certainly hadn’t done this with his wife but once. But now he had Leah.{endif}

{if Lube: =0} He didn't have any lube and he hawked up a big mouthful of spit and let it slowly drip to her asshole. She fought the urge to wiggle as the cold fluid touched her sensitive orifice. He spat again into his own hand and rubbed his cock’s head with the ad-hoc lubricant. He was already hard—either he had been anticipating this beforehand or the power dynamic was simply arousing. He certainly hadn’t done this with his wife but once. But now he had Leah.{endif}

"Now, take it like you used to," Mr. Howard said, his voice low and menacing. "Show me just how good you are at anal."

Leah could feel the tears pricking at her eyes, but she **** them back as she reached back and spread her ass.

Mr. Howard wasted no time. With a firm grip on her hips, he slammed himself into Leah's tightly puckered hole. She gasped in pain and surprise, her body trembling as he began to thrust in and out.

"You like this, don't you, slut?" Mr. Howard growled, his voice thick with lust. "You're just a dirty little whore who loves taking big cocks up her ass, aren't you? You fucking love it!"

Leah couldn't deny that there was a perverse thrill coursing through her veins. The pain was mingled with a strange, forbidden pleasure as Mr. Howard's thrusts grew faster and more forceful.

"Is that right, Leah?" Mr. Howard asked, his voice dripping with disgust and desire.

“Yes! UGH!” she groaned. Mr. Howard was drunk as hell—the Christmas punch fueling his dirty talk as he fulfilled his dark desire. Leah moaned with an off color sense of pleasure and mostly pain as Mr. Howard stretched her tight hole. He spat to add more lubricant then thrust faster.

Leah's eyes filled with tears, but she didn't let them fall. She was determined to endure the humiliation and pain for the sake of her job and the promise of tenure. Mr. Howard's rough grunts filled the room, his lust pulsating with every thrust. Leah could feel his heat radiating against her sensitive skin.

"That's it, Leah," Mr. Howard growled. "You like this. You fucking love it. You're just a filthy slut who wants nothing more than to have my cock up your ass."

Leah didn't know what to say. She was lost in a whirlwind of guilt, embarrassment, and a strange sense of excitement. She couldn't help but feel a throbbing ache deep within her that seemed to pulse in time with Mr. Howard's thrusts. He hadn't done this with his wife in ages--decades. She would never allow that now. She would barely have sex except on their anniversary and even then it was just in a nightgown and the absolute definition of a pity fuck. But now...Mr. Howard had Leah...her lithe body in his grips he looked down as he fucked her tight asshole. God he was in heaven.

"Tell me you love it," Mr. Howard demanded, his cock hard as a diamond inside Leah’s exit-only hole.

“UGhahhh I—ahhhhh—I loveEEEEehhh itAHHHHH!” she groaned loudly hoping no one in the Christmas party could hear.

Then Mr. Howard began to cum inside her ass.

Gasping for breath, and barely able to see through the tears in her eyes, Leah felt his hot, sticky cum fill her up.

"Arhhhhhhhhhhhh Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuughhgh!” Mr. Howard let out a moan of loud pleasure as he came deep inside Leah’s tight hole. It was almost painful it was so tight as he orgasmed. He took a moment to recover his booze-addled senses.

“You love this, don't you, little slut?" Mr. Howard growled, pulling out of her with a wet, sucking sound. He continued to jerked himself off after he pulled out, his cum eking out of her, his final dripping fluids falling on her already oozing orifice. He continued to taunt her as he fixed his pants.

Leah lay there on the bed, tears streaming down her face, as Mr. Howard pulled up his pants and recovered his dignity. She knew she had no one to turn to, not even Jonathan. The video was a sword of Damocles hanging over her head, and the threat of losing everything she had worked for was too much to bear. So, she did what she had to do, and played her part as Mr. Howard’s plaything to keep her job and secure her future.

"I love it," she finally managed to **** out in a defeated whisper, her voice barely audible over the pounding of the Christmas music downstairs.

Mr. Howard smirked, satisfied with his conquest. "I knew you'd come around, Leah. You're just a dirty little slut. And I own your ASS."

He walked over to the door, zipping up his fly as he opened the door.

“Remember that.” he closed the door hard behind him.

Leah wiped away the tears that streamed down her face, feeling defeated and ashamed. She always knew there was a dark side to her deal with Mr. Howard, but she never could have imagined it would come to this. Maybe if she had pleased him more...She dressed quickly, anxious to escape the room of her violation. She knew she looked like a hot mess, she felt Mr. Howard’s cum still oozing slowly out of her into her panties. This event sobered Leah up as she walked downstairs trying to find Jonathan. She wanted to go.