My Coworker Is a Slut

Name's Taiga, i work in this company for 1 year long with my coworkers, Yumi, Hiroshi, and Kazuki. It's a typical office job, except we're a tight group, we eat lunch together, share jokes, and sometimes after work, we grab drinks. Yumi, bless her heart, is the office sweetheart, a gorgeous woman with a face that could melt ice cream on a hot summer day. Her rack? Oh, it's like two melons straining against her blouse, begging to be set free.

During the work, sometimes i open the internet just to relaxing my mind when i found this anonymous account with the female who mastrubated in it. I was shocked at first, but the more I watched, the more I realized it was Yumi, my coworker. Her face was flushed with pleasure, and she was moaning louder than the office printer. Her big, round tits bouncing with every stroke of her hand. I couldn't believe it, but the mole on her inner thigh was a dead giveaway. It was definitely her.

"Well, guess i can use this. " i said while smirking, i had the ultimate **** material on our sweet little Yumi. I couldn't just let this go. It was like finding a winning lottery ticket in a dumpster, I had to cash it in. The next day at work, I made sure to casually bring up the topic of internet privacy during our lunch break, watching her reaction closely. She blushed slightly, but played it off as if she had no idea what I was talking about. But I knew.

After long day of work, i was meet her in elevator so i ask, "Yumi, do you have any account in internet that you don't want anyone to know?" She looked at me nervously, her eyes darting around the elevator like a trapped animal. She knew I had her. "What... what are you talking about, Taiga?" she stammered, her voice quivering.

"Well, just asking cause I've found an account which pretty interesting." while open the video and show it to her, her eyes went wide as saucers, the color draining from her face. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound. The elevator, thankfully, was empty except for us, and my heart raced as I watched the realization dawn on her.

"Y-You can't tell anyone!" she whispered frantically, her voice barely above a whimper. "It's just... something I do in private!"

"Relax, Yumi," I said, my voice low and soothing, the smirk never leaving my face. "Your secret's safe with me. For now."

Her eyes searched mine, desperation and fear swirling in those pools of chocolate brown. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"Follow and do what i said." I ordered, feeling the power of knowing her dark secret coursing through me. Yumi nodded, unable to form words. As the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, she stepped out on shaky legs, her eyes never leaving the video playing on my phone.

I grab her hand and lead her into the archives room, a place we both know is deserted this late. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with dust and the faint scent of old paper. My pulse quickens as I guide her to the corner, farthest from the door. The look on her face is a mix of fear and disbelief, but she follows, knowing she has no other choice.

"Strip," I command, my voice firm and unyielding. Her hands shake as she complies, slowly unbuttoning her blouse to reveal those voluptuous melons, now free from their fabric prison. She kicks off her shoes and slides down her skirt, leaving her in just a lacy black bra and panties that barely contain her ample curves.

Yumi's chest heaves as she tries to regain her composure, her eyes filling with tears. But she knows the game now. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, letting her tits spill out, the nipples already hard with anticipation. Her panties are next, sliding down her thighs to pool around her ankles. She's trembling, standing there in all her naked beauty, surrounded by the dusty silence of the archives.

"A-are you done ?." she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes cast downward. I took a moment to drink in the sight of her, the soft curves of her body bathed in the weak light of the archives. Her big, beautiful tits were bouncing slightly with each shaky breath she took. I felt a surge of lust, knowing that she was here, naked and ****, because of what I had found.

"Not quite," I said, my voice thick with desire. I stepped closer to her, my body pressing against hers. She gasped as I reached out and cupped one of her breasts, feeling the weight of it in my hand. Her nipple stiffened under my thumb, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. I leaned in, my breath hot against her ear. "You're going to make this worth my while, Yumi. You're going to give me what I want, or everyone will know your little secret."

Her eyes searched mine, a mix of fear and arousal. She knew she had **** but to submit to my demands. I took her hand and led her over to one of the old wooden desks, pushing her gently down so she sat on the edge. "Spread your legs," I whispered, and she obeyed, her knees parting to reveal her already-wet pussy. I stepped between her thighs, my cock straining against my pants. "Look at how wet you are for me," I taunted, stroking the bulge in my pants.

Yumi's cheeks burned with shame, but she couldn't hide the way her body was responding. I reached out and traced a finger along her slit, feeling the slickness of her arousal. She gasped, her back arching slightly, pushing her tits up towards me. "So, you do want this," I said, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "You're a slut just like in your videos."

Her eyes snapped up to meet mine, anger flashing in them for a brief moment. "I'm not a slut," she said defiantly. But the way she squirmed on the desk, the way she couldn't stop her hips from moving slightly against my touch, told me otherwise. I leaned in closer, my hand moving to her neck, squeezing just enough to remind her of her predicament. "Call yourself what you want," I murmured, "but right now, you're going to do as I say."

With that, I undid my belt and unzipped my pants, freeing my erect cock. It sprang forth, thick and eager, pointing directly at her pussy. I rubbed the head against her clit, watching as she tried to hold back a moan. "You're going to take this," I said, pushing two fingers inside her, feeling her tightness. "You're going to take it all."

Yumi's eyes rolled back in her head as I pumped my fingers in and out of her, her pussy clenching around them. She was so wet that I knew she was ready for me. I lined up my cock with her entrance and pushed forward, feeling the resistance give way as I entered her. She was tight, so fucking tight, and the feeling was indescribable.

I started slow, giving her time to adjust to my size, but soon I was pumping in and out of her with an urgency that surprised us both. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and her moans filled the room, echoing off the tall shelves of forgotten documents. "You like that, don't you?" I growled, fucking her harder. "You like being used like a whore."

Her nails dug into my arms as she held on, her body responding despite herself. Her pussy was tightening around me, and I knew she was close. I reached up and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes water. "You're going to cum for me," I said, my voice a low rumble. "And then, I'm going to fill you up."

The tension grew, her moans getting louder and more ****. She was so close, and I could feel it. With one last, powerful thrust, I pushed her over the edge, her body convulsing around my cock as she climaxed. And as her orgasm hit, I let go, filling her up with my hot, sticky cum, watching as her eyes went wide with shock and pleasure.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting and trembling, before I pulled out, leaving her filled with the evidence of my conquest. I zipped up my pants and tucked my cock away, leaving her there, naked and used on the desk. "Remember our little agreement," I said, my voice cold. "If you want this to stay between us, you'll do exactly as I say."

Yumi nodded, her eyes glazed over with a mix of fear and something else. Something that told me she might just enjoy this more than she wanted to admit. And with that, I turned and left the archives, knowing that she would be there, waiting for my next command.

Tomorrow, i try something more dangerous. I told her to slip a vibrator into her clit while wear a panties to make sure it won't slip out. I hold the remote in my grip, feeling the power surging through me. She looked at me with a mix of apprehension and excitement as I turned it on. The low buzz filled the room, and I could see the way her body tensed as the vibrations began to work their magic on her clit.

"Walk," I ordered, and she did, her hips swaying slightly with every step she took. The vibrator was hidden under her skirt, but the way she moved told me she was feeling it. We walked through the office, passing by our other coworkers, who were blissfully unaware of the dirty little secret playing out right in front of them. Yumi's breathing grew heavier, her cheeks flushed as she struggled to keep her composure.

I led her to the conference room, knowing it would be empty at this time. Inside, I closed the door and locked it, turning to face her with a smirk. "Now, let's see if you can handle this," I said, increasing the intensity. She gasped, her knees buckling slightly, and I had to grab her arm to keep her upright. The vibrator was doing its job, sending waves of pleasure through her body, making it hard for her to stand.

"B-But, Taiga." she protested, "someone might come in!"

"That's the point," I said, my voice dripping with excitement. "Now, get on the table. I want everyone to hear you cum."

Her eyes went wide, but she obeyed, climbing onto the conference table. She laid back, her legs spread, her pussy glistening with her arousal. I leaned over her, my hand still on the remote, and whispered in her ear. "Beg for it, Yumi. Tell me you want to cum in front of everyone."

Her breath hitched, but she did as she was told. "P-Please," she moaned, "I need to... I need to cum."

I cranked the vibrator up to full power, watching as her body writhed beneath me. Her tits were bouncing wildly, and her pussy was gushing wet. "Say it," I demanded, "say you're a slut who loves being watched."

"I'm a slut," she whimpered, "I love being watched."

The words were barely out of her mouth when she came, her body shaking violently as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around the vibrator, and the sound of her moans filled the room. I couldn't resist joining in, fucking her with the vibrator as I watched her cum.

When it was over, she laid there, panting and trembling. I pulled the vibrator out and licked her juices off, savoring the taste. "You're mine now," I said, "and everyone will know it."

The fear and excitement in her eyes was intoxicating. I knew she was hooked, and I had her right where I wanted her. This was just the beginning of our twisted little game, and I couldn't wait to see where it would take us next.

The following week, I decided to up the stakes. I sent her a text message with a picture of the office floor plan, with a red X marked on the supply closet. "Meet me there in five minutes," it read, the anticipation building in me with every second that ticked by.

When she arrived, her breath was quick and shallow, her cheeks flushed with a mix of fear and arousal. She looked around nervously, her eyes searching the hallway for any signs of life. I stepped out from the shadows, a smirk playing on my lips as I pushed her inside, the door closing with a soft click.

"What are we doing here?" she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. But the way she looked at me, with those big doe eyes, told me she already knew the answer.

"You're going to make another video for me," I said, pulling out my phone. "But this time, it's going to be live."

Her eyes widened, and she took a step back, her hand flying to cover her mouth. "No, Taiga, please," she begged, her voice trembling. "I can't..."

But I wasn't taking no for an answer. I stepped closer, pressing her against the shelves of paper and ink. "You can, and you will," I whispered, my breath hot against her neck. "Or I'll send the last one to everyone in the company."

Her eyes filled with tears, but she nodded, understanding the terms. She leaned back, her hands shaking as she unbuttoned her blouse once again. Her breasts spilled out, those perfect melons that I had grown so fond of. I reached out and squeezed one, watching her face contort in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Good girl," I praised, pulling out my cock. It was already hard, aching for her tight, wet pussy. I pushed her down to her knees, the vibrator still tucked in her panties, humming away. She took my cock in her mouth, her eyes looking up at me with a desperation that made me even harder.

I started recording, capturing every moment of her submission. Her lips sliding along my shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip. The sound of her muffled moans and the vibrator's buzz filled the small space. I knew she was close again, and I was going to make her cum right here, right now.

"Take it out," I ordered, my voice firm. She obeyed, her trembling hand reaching into her panties and pulling out the vibrator, her own juices glistening on it. "Now, play with yourself while you suck me off."

Yumi's hand began to move, her eyes never leaving mine as she pleasured herself with one hand and took my cock deep into her throat with the other. The sight was enough to make me want to blow my load right then and there, but I held back, savoring the moment.

As she got closer to the edge, I could feel her mouth tightening around me, her body convulsing slightly. I knew she was about to cum again, and I couldn't wait to see the look on her face when I came in her mouth. But as she reached the peak, I pulled out and erupted all over her beautiful, tear-stained face, painting her cheeks and chin with my hot cum.

The look of shock and disbelief was priceless. But it quickly turned to one of submission as she swallowed what I had given her, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Now, go clean up," I said, tucking my cock back into my pants. "And don't forget our little secret."

With that, I turned and left the supply closet, the sound of her whimpers echoing in my ears. I knew she would be back for more, that she was now mine to use and manipulate as I saw fit. And as I walked back to my office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and excitement for what was to come. This was just the start of our journey down the rabbit hole of desire and control.