The Hostile Takeover

Bill Bailey stands in Lauren Phillips' office with leverage he knows she'll hate. Sign the papers or someone close to him stays missing. Lauren laughs, tells him to make her. He grabs a fistful of blonde hair, yanks her blouse open, and those heavy tits tumble free. Her skirt rides up, and he slaps her ass hard enough to leave red before hauling her naked through the doorway. Rope kisses her wrists, throat, ankles, pinning her across the leather ottoman. Bill flogs her tits, stomach, thighs, and asks again. She spits in his face. He rubs his cock across her mouth, then forces it down her throat until her eyes water. Nipple clamps bite next; she screams. One hand squeezes her neck, the other grinds a Hitachi against her clit. He clips a collar and leash around her, makes her crawl, sit, speak, beg. When he finally jams the thick glass plug into her ass, she groans. He yanks it free, spreads her open, and drives his cock deep. Each thrust comes with another lash of the flogger across her back. He flips her, spreads her wide, secures her limbs, and crops every inch he can reach. Then he's back inside her ass, pounding until he pulls out and shoots straight down her throat.