Kayla clenched her teeth as Connors slid his hand up under her skirt. He was doing that all the time now, not copping a quick grope like Mitchel did but fondling her openly, intimately, possessively, as if he had every right to touch her wherever and whenever he wished.

Today she wore a long skirt, but as she stood beside his desk he quite calmly slid his hands up beneath it, stroking casually up the length of her leg, getting closer and closer to her panty covered groin. Then he had caressed the edges of the soft silk before slipping his fingers beneath to rub her pussy. And he kept it up, fingers probing at her slit as she tried to explain the case sitting open on the desk.

It was his casualness that was unnerving. He displayed no lust or excitement. He was, in fact, gazing at the case file in a steady, contemplative fashion, listening politely as she explained the details, acting as normal as could be, as if he didn't have his hand up her skirt and his fingers inside her slit.

He grabbed her arm suddenly and pulled her down across his knees, lifting her skirt high over her head. He shifted her weight forward so her bottom stuck up into the air, then slid his hand onto her pussy mound, rubbing and softly squeezing it. He still said nothing in the way of intimate conversation, silent as he caressed her round buttocks.

He pulled her panties down and off, then resumed his careful exploration of her groin and bottom. His fingers pried at her sex, spreading her pussy lips, though not entering. A finger probed at her rectum, but again dipped lightly.

"So do you think clause four would be better if we redefined the date limits?" he asked.

"I-I feel it would be safer," she gasped from beneath the skirt.

His finger slid into her now, twisting from side to side, and she felt the first quiver of arousal, hating herself for it.

"I don't know if they'll be smart enough to take advantage of that," he replied, screwing his finger from side to side.

"It isn't a risk we - ouch - need to take," Kayla panted as he pinched her bottom.

She cursed silently, glaring impotently at the fabric that covered her head, wishing again that she had chosen someone more manageable than Connors, someone more... normal as well. He was such a cold, arrogant bastard that half the time he scared her and the other half infuriated her.

She lay across his lap for long minutes. His hands stroked her backside, now and then sliding in between her thighs and rubbing her pussy. Sometimes his hands lay on her bottom not moving. She had a sudden vision of him reading the case file, rubbing her bottom casually, almost like he was petting a cat in his lap.

Or a pussy, she thought.

His phone buzzed, and he said hello.

"Send him in," he said. Kayla's eyes widened and she tried to pull herself up.

He slapped her bottom sharply and pushed down on her back. She heard the door open and a man's voice.

"Ready for lunch, Jon?"

"Hello, Alan, yes, just about."

"I see you've got an important case you're working on," the man's voice said in an amused tone.

"This? It is rather attractive, don't you think?"

Kayla gasped as he squeezed her pussy.

"Very. Who is it?"

"She'd rather remain anonymous just at present. Want a feel?"

"I don't think my wife would approve."

"I don't suppose mine would either, but a man can hardly resist an ass like this."

"One of the secretaries?"

"Hmmm? No, one of the lawyers, actually. Stop squirming, girl," he said, slapping Kayla's bottom again.

"You've got her well trained, I see."

"She knows what she wants and she'll do whatever it takes to get it. Spread your legs for my friend, darling and let him see your assets."

Kayla was frozen in place, mortified at being seen like this and fearful that he would pull back her skirt so the man, whoever he was, would see her face. She couldn't bear to face him. It would be too humiliating.

"Spread those pretty legs, darling, or you'll have to leave the room," he warned.

Kayla jerked her legs wider apart, trembling weakly, her skin becoming cold and clammy. She recognized the voice now, Alan Murdock from Murdock and Ferguson, the firm's accountants.

"Ahh, my, it must be nice to have power," Murdock sighed.

"It has its ups and downs," Connors said wryly. Murdock laughed.

Connors continued to stroke her buttocks as he talked. Kayla closed her eyes, even though she could see nothing through her skirt. She prayed Murdock would leave and Connors wouldn't expose her. Her identity, that is.

"I'll see you downstairs, Alan. I have to take care of a little business here first. You could help, if you like. I'm sure the little lady wouldn't object if you made use of the facilities.

"It's tempting, Jon, but... "

"Oh come on, man. How often do you get offered an opportunity like this?"

Connors put both arms under her belly and then stood up, lifting her easily. He set her belly down across his desk, her bottom sticking out over the edge and her skirt still wrapped around her head.

"Go ahead, Al, take a shot at it."

"She won't mind?"

"Hell no, the little slut would fuck a doorknob if she could. Her pussy's deliciously tight, though."

Kayla felt hands on her buttocks, and knew at once they weren't Connors. She was in a desperate quandary. She couldn't stop Murdock without jerking her skirt down and she just couldn't do that. Besides which she wasn't sure Connors wouldn't order her to lay back on the desk. What would she do then? She couldn't defy him.

She felt cheap and dirty, and almost sick as she felt Murdock's hand slip between her thighs and squeeze her pussy.

"Wish my secretary would do this," he sighed.

"They'll all do it, Al, if the price is right."

"What's this one charge?" Murdock enquired. She heard the sound of a zipper then felt a hot thick cock pressing against her pussy opening.

"Right now, just an office."

Kayla let out a grunt of pain as Murdock's hard cock was thrust into her. He was neither expert nor gentle. His enthusiasm for the sweetly rounded backside and the small pussy opening between her soft thighs making him ram his cock deep inside her and keep pushing until his balls were pressed against her.

"Ahhhhh," he sighed.

"Tight, isn't she?" Kayla heard Connors say.

"Very nice in there," Murdock replied.

He mashed his hips into her buttocks, his hands gripping her hips. He ground himself in a slow circular motion, twisting his cock inside her silky pussy. Then he drew back, his cock sliding back down the length of her pipe. It halted briefly, then thrust back into her. His hips mashed her thighs against the edge of the desk painfully and she gasped.

"She loves it," Connors laughed.

Kayla felt her dress pulled higher, felt hands tugging it over her belly, then up under her arms. She gulped nervously, her skin hot with anger and humiliation. Her bra was unclipped and hands, she didn't know whose but thought they were probably Murdock's, began fondling her full breasts from the sides.

Murdock's cock began to pump inside her, fucking with hurried, eager strokes, his hips slapping against her buttocks and knocking her thighs into the desk. His hands slid beneath her chest and fingered her nipples, then pinched them tightly.

She burned with rage, her mind filled with images of violent carnage and devious, horrible revenge. She vowed to punish Connors some day, and Murdock too, the pig. Unfortunately, she would have to continue to support Connors, to work at getting him a senior partnership. That angered her almost as much as the two men using her like a beast, like a mindless piece of meat.

The thought that she had gone through so many late nights of cramming, sweated through all those tests, including the bar exam, only to be fucked like a dog across some bastard's desk, like some two bit whore, enraged her. Yet there was nothing she could do but take it.

Murdock was fucking harder now, panting and groaning in pleasure as his prick pistoned inside her sex tube. She could feel his excitement through his throbbing prick each time he halted his movements briefly to grind his groin into her buttocks.

Then he gave a final furious series of thrusts and jammed his pole into her with a groan of exultation. She could not feel his semen pumping into her but knew it was, knew his seed was being spewed into her belly, drooling down into the deep center of her womb.

"If you ever decide you don't want her, Jon, just let me know," he sighed.

"You don't even know what she looks like," Connors grinned.

"Who cares what she looks like? I can always put a bag over her head."

The two men laughed, and Murdock's cock slid back down her pussy tunnel and out. There was a brief wait, then another cock probed at the entrance to her sheath. It thrust into her with the same speed as Murdock's, quickly filling her pussy with its bulk.

It occurred to Kayla that she didn't know for sure whose cock it was, though she assumed it was Connors. They could be playing a game with her and for all she knew there were a dozen of them there. Again there was nothing she could do. She was as much Connors' belonging now as if she were a hooker and he her pimp.

His cock began to drive back and forth inside her sex, his hands resting casually on her buttocks.

"So how was your golf game yesterday?" Connors asked.

"Not bad, though I was one over."

"How about Frank?"

"Two under, the bastard. When are you going to be free for a game?"

"Don't know. I've got a big workload here."

His cock continued pumping steadily inside her tunnel. It was almost as though he were ignoring her, and simply sharpening a pencil or straightening his tie.

Kayla felt he must be acting like that on purpose. He was deliberately insulting her. She wondered if all of it were a game to him. Maybe he didn't need or want her help at all. Maybe he was just insulting and degrading her for sport and would tire of it and get rid of her in a few days, after he'd had his friends fuck her and humiliate her.

She was out of her depth with him. All the other men who had used her had been so overwhelmed with happiness and gratitude that they were putty in her hands. Yet Connors fucked her as casually as he blew his nose. It was amazing, and eerie, and a little scary.

It was also tremendously demeaning and mortifying. She wished she'd never met the pig, wished she'd never come to work for this rotten company, wished she'd never become a lawyer. She was miserable, clutching the skirt around her head as Connors' prick rutted into her pussy, and hoping he would finish soon and leave.

"Why don't you go get the car, Al? I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay. Don't get carried away now," Murdock laughed. The door opened and closed and Kayla felt the skirt jerked up and completely off her. Connors gripped her hair and lifted her upper body off the desk, pulling her back against him.

"Ahh, lovely and tight, but I was never a big fan of sloppy seconds," he said.

He pulled out and pushed against her anal opening.

"Oh! D-Don't!"

He slapped her bottom and pushed down on her chest as he forced his cock against her. She felt her tight anal ring spreading as his hardness forced its way through, then the long shaft, lubricated only by the cum Murdoch had left in her pussy, pushed down into her tight anus.

"H-Hurts!" she gasped.

"Well I wouldn't want that," he replied.

He pulled out and moved to the side of the desk, gripping her hair and pulling her face against him, then thrust himself into her mouth. Kayla's eyes bulged and she almost choked on his slime covered cock, and her gagging reflex filled her mouth with saliva in record time.

Humming casually, he pulled out, moved behind her, and thrust himself into her anus again, this time driving all the way to the balls and grinding his pelvis against her bottom.

"I love a tight assed woman," he sighed.

He gripped her hair, pulling it back behind her and twining it around his fist, then began to pump hard and fast, slapping at her bottom as he pulled at her hair, forcing her head and shoulders up and back as she groaned and gasped and winced with each deep, hard thrust.

"You're a fine lawyer, Gardner," he said with a leer. "But you need to develop that killer instinct more. You need to learn to love screwing people."

He laughed at his own joke, his hips slapping repeatedly against her buttocks as he twisted her hair from side by side. Then he halted, pulling her back hard. He slipped his cock out of her and pushed her down to her knees in front of him, then pointed his cock at her face as he pumped it in his fist. Kayla just had time to close her eyes before his juice spit out into her face.

Wads of cum spurted against her cheeks and nose and then Connors rubbed his cock all over her skin, spreading the juice around.

"More face cream for you, Gardner," he said, his voice amused. She opened her eyes and glared up angrily.

"You bastard!" she gasped.

"I sure am, baby. That thought just occur to you?"

"I didn't agree to fuck all your stinking friends for that office!"

"What you agreed to, Gardner, whether explicitly or implicitly, was to do whatever the hell I told you to, in exchange for my influence helping you into a partnership. The office was just a down payment."

She continued to scowl and he smiled cruelly.

"You'll fuck whoever I tell you to, Gardner. You offered your cunt for my use, remember? So it's up to me to use it as I wish."

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