Revenge in the Workplace Pt. 01: Julie

Revenge in the Workplace Part 1: Julie

By Imorol

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.

Now, to the story...

'Would you like to join the staff for drinks Friday night?'

John turned away from the photocopier to look at the woman who'd spoken. Julie Bundock was one of the managers at East County Tech and the reason he disliked leaving his classroom for the administration building. She also happened to be the reason the IT tutor had originally left the training company two years prior.

Throughout that first tenure John had worked under Mrs Bundock and from the get-go they'd clashed. Coming from another organisation John had heard bad things about Julie and she'd lived up to her reputation. Things had to be done her way no matter how unsuited to the task or situation at hand, something that grated on John as he was the experienced tutor and she an administrator. Tension built between the pair as neither was willing to give ground and soon the manager was taking every opportunity to belittle and bully the man, taking sadistic pleasure when she could do so with an audience. Coming into a tightknit organisation, there hadn't been much John could do or anyone to turn to for help and in the end had opted to leave when his contract completed.

Until that point he'd taken to objectifying the woman until what started off as a coping mechanism became something of an obsession. Despite hating her personality he did find her physically appealing, although he doubted most other men would agree. Face framed by a dirty blonde bob and thin-rimmed glasses she looked her age, somewhere in the mid-fifties. Maybe Julie wasn't exactly a beauty but there was a certain sex appeal about her. Even in low heels or flats she was tall, her full figure featuring womanly hips, a rounded backside and a particularly nice pair of legs.

Nightly she featured in the man's lust-filled imaginings as he stroked his cock and spewed his spunk. During the working day he daydreamed about having control over the tall manager, having her perform whatever perverted things came to mind. Feeding the growing obsession he'd even begun getting to work early. Lurking in a classroom overlooking the car park, he'd taken to waiting for the woman's arrival, peeking through the floor-length blinds hoping to catch a glimpse up her skirt as she climbed from her car. Never catching sight of her knickers, there were chances aplenty to peek at her sexy legs wrapped in clinging tights.

Long ago John had developed a fetish for panties and pantyhose. Taking advantage of any opportunity he would look at the legs of Mrs Bundock. For the most part the administrator wore rather conservatively cut office attire, but the outfits still fired the imagination and he very much appreciated it when catching the woman bending over, skirts pulling taut, stretched over her big round bum.

From time-to-time she'd wear a dark grey skirt featuring a particularly long slit in front. Barely acceptable for the working environment, the high slit showcased the shapely pins in a very deliberate manner especially when matched with dark tights. It was not lost on John that Julie came across far friendlier when wearing the garment. Perhaps it makes her feel sexy, he reasoned and was convinced that she did indeed enjoy showing off her legs on those occasions. And on the rare occasions she wore trousers it was something special. Apparently favouring a pair one size to small, they clung possessively to her wide backside, serving to highlight the cheeks rolling with each step, an alluring crevice bisecting them.

But when his contract finally came to term, the tutor had opted to leave and get away from the manger and her atrocious attitude and overbearing presence.

Despite hiring other people ECT had been unable to replace John and eventually they'd asked him to return, delivering computer training to people from troubled backgrounds. Unbidden, the contract manager, Marcus, had assured John that he would no longer work directly with Julie Bundock, that she in fact had been told not to approach him unless it had been cleared with Marcus. Much to John's surprise the administrator's attitude had much improved upon his return, even verging on being nice. However, he never let his guard down around her and the mature blonde remained the focus of his sexual fantasies.

'No,' John bluntly replied to the question. 'But thanks,' he added as an afterthought.

'Well, it's nice to be asked,' the woman said with a neutral expression on her face, glasses reflecting sunlight. It was obvious that answer had been expected. Unaware of the eyes avidly tracking her enticing curves under a tight skirt, she crossed the room headed for a private office.

Sexy, the instructor thought. God, I want to sniff that arse. Just rub my face in it. What colour knickers has she got on under there? What condition is the gusset in? What does it smell like?

Starting up the photocopier again, daydreams of panty exploration began to run through John's mind. Office machinery chugging away, he dreamed of forcing Julie to perform for his entertainment, to be debased and used for his gratification. Stepping closer to the copier he tried to hide a growing erection. Mind wandering, a long held fantasy reared its head: spiking her drink and raping Julie.

Among his students were several people with drug issues. Not the most discrete bunch, they openly talked about different narcotics, from weed to various Class A substances to those perfect for date rape. Putting aside exaggerations, it was clear some of them actually knew what they were talking about. Through discussions with the learners it had been revealed that a dealer even lived opposite the ECT training centre.

And there goes the perfect opportunity, John silently lamented. Earlier in the day he'd overheard Julie chatting with the Finance Officer, mentioning that her husband would be away over the weekend starting Thursday and wouldn't be back until Sunday evening. She'll be home alone, he thought. Vulnerable. Available, if I were to make it so.

With a final chug the photocopier whined to a stop. Gathering the batch of copied certificates, the tutor crossed the room, making for the manager's office, a plan coalescing with each step. Knocking on the door jamb, he stepped into the private sanctum.

'Actually, Julie, I think I will come, if that's alright,' the man said as he held out the still warm copies.

'Of course,' she replied, plucked eyebrows rising in surprise at the turnabout. Reaching out she took the sheaves of paper. It had never occurred that the invitation would actually be accepted. As the certificates were tucked away into a purple folder, John turned and exited the office with a smile on his face and a plan in his head.

***

It was dark in the corner of the crowded pub. Music blared through the speakers as an out-of-tune song was belted out across the room. Gathered together, the staff of East County Tech laughed uproariously as one of their own made a fool of themselves, the price of having had a few to many. Seeing everyone distracted John realised that now was his opportunity. Up until Friday afternoon there had been doubts that he'd actually go through with spiking his victim's drink. But then Mrs Bundock's inherent personality had reasserted itself. Walking into the admin building John had witnessed Julie berating the Finance Officer, Maureen Goldman. Right there and then the man had determined to make his fantasy a delicious reality.

With a quick glance to ensure everyone was focussed on the karaoke, he slipped a mickey into a glass of white wine. Over the course of the evening Mrs Bundock had already downed quite a bit of the potent beverage and this was not the first dosage she'd been given. As sleazy as they come, the drug dealer who'd provided the narcotic had been open with advice on how much to use, how long it would last and even gave tips on spiking a drink. Making use of that advice, it would appear the victim was getting sauced legitimately before the full effect hit. Careful with the timing, John ensured the loathed bureaucrat was fully drugged by the end the night.

'Come on, Julie. Time to go home,' Maureen said, helping the other blonde to her feet. Somewhat surprising to anyone who knew her, Julie giggled as she stood with some difficulty. Reaching over John helped steady the slowly swaying woman. 'Thanks,' Maureen said, rolling her eyes at the behaviour of the figure between them.

'Want some help?' he asked, mentally crossing his fingers.

'We should be alright,' Maureen replied, half dragging her boss from around the glass littered table. 'Actually...' Julie wobbled and nearly fell before John grabbed her other arm and held the "drunk" woman up.

Together Maureen and John led their colleague out to the car park. Making for the Finance Officer's 4x4, John held the passenger upright while Maureen unlocked her vehicle and helped get the giggling woman into the backseat.

'I'll come with you. Help you get her home,' the male said, features schooled into entertained concern. Inwardly he was bubbling over with excitement. Barely restrained by his trousers his dick was hard, heart thumping a trip hammer beat.

***

Not long after, the two co-workers had managed to get their manager home, up the stairs and into her bedroom. Making his excuses John left them in the boudoir to await Maureen downstairs. Acting casual he headed down the stairs. Inside, his excitement was all consuming and it was an effort to remain outwardly calm, to not give away any clues as to his unscrupulous intentions.

Heading through the house, the schemer made for the kitchen. Inspecting the backdoor, the key was in the lock. Quietly the key was turned, the lock undone. Easing the door open, it was a relief when it moved without a sound. Ducking through the doorway, John made directly for the gate separating the front and back gardens. With a slight squeak the bolt was withdrawn leaving the way unbarred. Just as quickly he slipped back into the house. Closing the backdoor, it remained unlocked as the burglar stepped to the bottom of the stairs to await Maureen. Glancing about he spotted a familiar looking purple folder sat on a desk in a home office. Before he could ponder its presence movement came from above.

'She's out like a light,' the smaller blonde descending the stairs said. 'Didn't think she'd drunk that much. Guess she can't handle her wine,' Maureen joked.

'Guess not,' John returned her grin. Leading the way he retraced their steps to the front door. Stepping through he turned to see his companion close it with a metallic clunk. Together they walked to their respective cars. 'See you Monday.'

'Will do. Have a good weekend.'

Climbing into his car John ensured he was first to pull away, that Maureen saw him leave Julie's home. In the rear-view mirror, the woman climbed into her 4x4 before being lost to sight as he turned a corner. Parking two streets over John waited for a while, having already seen Maureen's large vehicle pass by. Confident that the way was clear, he still wanted to ensure that any disturbed neighbours were no longer looking through their curtains to spy his return on foot.

***

The target house sat on the corner of the road. A short stretch of fence overgrown by planted trees provided plenty of concealing shadows as the stalker made his way. Stealing along a path leading down the side of the home, he pushed the back gate open without a sound and passed through. Moving behind the house, the unlocked backdoor was eased open and the prowler stepped inside.

Entering the kitchen it was dark and quiet, no lights, no sound. Stealthily the sneak made his way up the stairs, avoiding a creaking step he'd noted earlier. Holding his breath he slowly opened the door to the intimate space of Julie's bedroom. Lying atop the bed, the slumbering figure had been covered with a comforter. Edging closer, her breathing was soft and quiet. Peaceful.

Gently lifting the comforter, John slid his hand beneath, feeling for a wrist. Pressing against the cool skin, a slow and steady pulse could be felt. Just like the drug dealer had promised. Perfect. Sinister look of malice clouding his face, the intruder shut the bedroom door, closing off the escape route. Curtains already drawn, the lights were flicked on, the stage set.

Complying with the long-held fantasy and wanting to be able to recall this night for a long time to come, a mobile phone was withdrawn from a pocket. Pointing it at the recumbent figure a photograph was silently taken. It was the first of many. Confident that his victim was fully under the influence of the drugs she'd been slipped, John pulled the comforter from the bed leaving Mrs Bundock revealed and vulnerable.

Still dressed from the night out she wore a shortish light green floral shift dress and tights - a pair of low heels having been discarded before the drunk had been brought upstairs. 20 denier at a guess. Dark enough for a smooth sexy appearance, light enough to show the legs off. Peering closer, the voyeur spied a tiny ladder in the nylon near the ankle.

'Yes!' John hissed quietly. Earlier in the day at work he'd spotted the same mark. She's worn the same underwear all day. Man, I can't wait to smell her crotch.

Camera focussing on the familiar face, another souvenir was captured. It was the first time he'd seen her sans glasses. She looks so peaceful, the pervert thought. Although he'd never paid much attention to the administrator's chest before, laying there the dress offered up a rather pleasing display of cleavage. Hmm, bigger than I realised, he thought capturing the twin mounded vista for his quickly growing gallery of pictures. A fourth picture captured the woman's clothed body. A little overweight but still sexy. Ignoring the erection sprouting in his trousers, John next focused on the hips hinting at the shape of the bum beneath the sleeping body. Without disturbing the dress, the fifth photograph focused solely on the beautiful pair of legs, their appeal enhanced by the nylon sheathing them. Fucking sexy!

Grasping the hem of the party dress, John pulled it upwards. Tugging where it was trapped by the sleeping body, the frock was pulled up to the waist, exposing the pantyhose in all their sheer sensual glory. Restraining himself from just burying his face in the revealed crotch, John began to take more photographs.

Always a leg-man he set about recording multiple images of Julie's shapely pins from differing angles. Outside thigh, inner thigh, from the side and from above, from knee to crotch, light from the ceiling making the glossy material shine as the camera moved about. God, these legs are sexy! Attention moving higher, the camera lens captured the doped woman's crotch. Working from hip to hip, it followed the visible panty line of lacy pale-coloured hipster panties, the stitching of the nylons, the reinforced gusset jealously hugging the hidden sex, the outline of which bulged against the garments. Getting closer to capture the weave of the hose against inner thighs, John could smell warm nylon mixing with a feminine perfume.

Straightening up, another picture captured the full tableau of the mature captive blonde, dress hiked up, legs on full erotic display. Looking down on his boss, a new idea flourished along with a great big dirty grin. Taking hold of a hand, it was positioned to appear as if the lady were exposing herself, flashing her late-night visitor. Silently the phone's camera worked again, memorialising the moment.

'Look at that, showing off your underwear like a common whore,' John derided. Carefully framing the view on the phone screen he ensured the sleeping woman's face was clearly visible. Although the catalogue was for his own future perusal, there would be no mistaking who starred in them. 'Sexy,' the voyeur said.

Looming over the unconscious manager, he drank in the sight, surveying the view he'd been fantasising over for years now. Familiar features set in repose, eyes closed under sculpted brows, lacking glasses, lips painted a light shade of pink, soft features uncharacteristically relaxed. Open neckline framing an abundance of inviting cleavage, floral green cloth outlining the rest of their rounded forms. Fingers with orange-glazed nails holding the dress bunched at the wide waist, hips sculpting in towards toned thighs, sheer pantyhose flattering the flesh and the knickers barely concealed beneath. Inevitably the male gaze kept returning to the enticing Y formed by conjunction of inner thigh and crotch.

Coping with Julie's almost constant public attacks and verbal sniping had led John to form many fantasies surrounding her. However, they all had one common thread: sniffing her crotch, smelling that most intimate of fragrances. Now he was going to make it a reality. Panting with excitement, mouth practically drooling, the violator closed in on his victim.

Bracing hands on the mattress John leant over the supine figure. Teasing himself to the last his face slowly lowered, getting closer to the long awaited moment. Eyes wide he took in every detail, seeing the weave of the nylon, the way it stretched over their feminine contents, the seam leading the way towards the reinforced gusset cradling the bint's quim. Through the sheer material, his eyes followed the pretty pattern of the lace banding the hipster knickers before tracing the stitching of the inner panel, hoping for but missing out on any sign of cameltoe.

Wanting to concentrate solely on the one sense, the man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose, the proboscis almost touching the unconscious figure. Warmth radiated from the body, causing the skin of his face to tingle, but he ignored it. Instead John kept sniffing, kept drawing in the faint yet unmistakable aroma of vagina, deliciously stale this late in the day. A shiver ran down his spine, his stiff cock straining against his trousers.

Julie Bundock's vaginal scent was just as he'd imagined: present but not strong, a light fusty odour with a hint of tangy undertone. Wonderful. God, she smells wonderful, he thought taking a deeper, more sustained sniff. This is it. This is what I wanted! Letting his face rest against the woman's clothed crotch he devoured the alluring feminine scent through the sexy underwear, drawing ever more of it into his nasal cavity, letting it fill his skull. Close to hyperventilating his mouth fell open, drawing in breath. Oh! I swear I can taste her, he thought, lips brushing against pantyhose, tickling the sensitive skin.

Overtaken by mounting excitement the degenerate buried his face into the vulnerable crotch. Pressing harder he snuffled into the piquant Y junction, digging into the sensual heat and the soft pudenda. With an aggressively probing nose he chased the scent to its source, detected the underlying cuntal crease as the smell became just that little bit stronger, enticing his face to press forward harder and seek out more. Indulging himself John ground his face against the exposed underwear, felt the smooth nylon against his face and lips, body heat enveloping his head, taste buds tingling with the barest hint of flavour and that glorious fragrance consuming him as he consumed it.

Abruptly the molester straightened from his hunched position over the occupied bed. Dashing to the foot of the divan, hands shaking with adrenaline, he gently gripped an ankle, drawing it aside. Taking hold of the other ankle, John opened Julie's luscious legs, spreading them wide and fully exposing the somnolent blonde's nether regions, watched the nylon hose stretch with the enforced movement. Now he could fully appreciate the reinforced gusset codling their feminine luggage. Partially lying down on the bed, body filling the chevron formed by the splayed legs, John reburied his face into the crotch of Mrs Bundock, loosing himself in the warm aromatic juncture.

Now able to press his head entirely into the embrace of Julie's crotch, the would-be rapist's nostrils twitched and flared, greedily pulling in the intoxicating scent, drawing out every molecule he could. Down there it was warm, soft and wonderful. Heat surrounded his rocking head, coming in waves from the hot hidden pussy, the thighs open in involuntary welcome. Softly rasping sounds filled his ears, silky nylon brushing against his flushed skin. And that perfect odour clouded his sense of smell. Behind closed eyes he imagined what the cunny looked like behind the lacy hipsters under his face.

Head tilting, the man's mouth came into firmer contact. Through the sexy underwear he detected the outer labia, felt the slit dividing them. Jaw chewing, lips ran over the sexy underwear, caressing, prodding, exploring. Mouth closing, cheeks hollowing, John sucked aggressively, attempting to taste the feminine nectar promised by the concealed ripe honeypot. Worn all through a long busy day and well into the night, the garments surrendered the barest sample of the promised ambrosia. Far from being disappointed it served to heighten the male's arousal.

Huffing through the nose so much soon had the fetishist feeling lightheaded and woozy. Head turning aside brought hungry lips to the sensual glory of pantyhose-encased pins. Planting gentle kisses on inner thighs, the supple and yielding muscle welcomed the soft caress. Resting the side of his head against the heated musky crotch, John slid a hand along one long shapely limb, fingers trailing lightly over the smooth surface, fingertips tingling with each brush. For years he had dreamed of this, of being able to touch Julie just like this, to know what these beautiful legs felt like. Finally he knew. Still caressing, still kissing, he worshiped Julie's legs, savouring the longed-for experience.

Palms slowly gliding back and forth over the shimmering nylon, fingers squeezed playfully, tracing the lean muscles, feeling slight twitches in response to the loving molestation. Face pressed into inner thigh he smelled the female's flesh, a trace of salty skin and nylon. Lying there between the splayed legs as he petted and fondled, a sensation of complete relaxation and comfort stole over him.

Rolling over and propping himself on an elbow, his attention turned to the second leg, treating it with equal lascivious devotion. For several glorious minutes he lingered there on the bed groping the drugged female, occasionally turning his head upwards for another whiff of her personal fragrance.

Fearing the memories of this moment would fade, John reluctantly moved off the bed, mobile phone returning to his hand. Once more the camera flashed capturing images of Mrs Bundock lying atop her own bed, apparently holding her green dress up to show off legs in glossy tights, spread open obscenely to display her crotch and the sexy knickers within. Close ups were taken of the reinforced gusset pulled taut over the vulva. Seeing the normally conservative mature blonde laid out so gave the intruder a voyeuristic kick as he made sure to capture her face amongst the images for his later recollection.

As he moved about the bed working the camera, John realised a wet patch had formed on his trousers. Having been in a high state of arousal since breaking into the home, his cock had been leaking pre-cum which had finally soaked through his clothes. Grinding against the bed as he sniffed and groped his victim hadn't helped matters either.

'Look what you did, Julie. Such a cocktease!' John's laugh barked in the enclosed boudoir.

Quickly stripping off his clothes the naked man slid onto the bed next to the fully clothed and unconscious figure. About to reach out to continue groping the bitchy administrator, the tutor paused, a smirk crooking his mouth. On his side, his stiff prick pointed at the blonde's leg, the wet tip threatening to stain the hose. Right hand "holding up" her dress, Julie's left hand was repositioned, long cool fingers made to close around John's hot member.

'Oh, so you want to wank me off do you Julie?' he mocked. 'I don't mind if you do,' he added, hips beginning to move, slowly fucking the loose grip he'd created. 'That's it, you wank me off while I play your cunt.'

Watching her face relaxed in repose, the predator placed a hand on his prey's knee. Slowly moving upwards, fingers squeezed the shapely limb, the hand turning inwards, brushing over the inner thigh, closing in on its intended destination. Easing into Julie's crotch, the fingers cupped the covered snatch. John savoured the feeling of holding Julie's pussy, the heat of it in his hand. Without conscious thought, the middle finger began to press inwards, finding itself snuggling into a quickly forming cameltoe. Crooking the single digit back and forth, he rubbed at the enticing crease. Still watching the blonde's face, he thought he saw her mouth twitch.

Trusting to the effectiveness of the narcotics he'd used, the hand began to move. At first his touch was light, an almost loving caress of thick fingers gliding over the underwear, quietly rasping against the nylon. But with excitement banking, the strong male hand began to move faster, the touch more assertive. With growing pressure he could discern the form of the vagina being played with. The outer labia seemed to swell a little, further enhancing the sexual crease between.

It's getting warmer, he thought.

Fondling a little harder now, the groping turned to poking and prodding. Fingertip digging into the deepening cameltoe, it dug for the growing heat, felt a particular dampness there as well. A moan caused the sneak to focus on the householder's face. A definite smile sat on the pink-painted lips. Under his palm he felt the tell-tale bump of an aroused clitoris, the springy mat of a full bush. Pressing down on the sensitive bump caused the unconscious body to react. Watching her face, John saw Julie's cheeks colour, her mouth opening slightly as a tiny gasp issued. Against the bed her pelvis gave a small movement, her shoulders shifting. Under the molesting fingers the heat went up a notch, the dampness increased a little.

'Getting horny, Julie?' John mocked. Sniffing his fingers he was delighted by the stronger odour lifting from them. Perfect. Just like I imagined it would be!

Determined to memorialise every step of the planned rape, the mobile phone recorded the molestation, the fingers on the lady's underwear, clearly pressing against her private parts. Here was the bureaucrat who'd made his working life hell, helpless before his whims, unable to resist or fight back. Removing his hand John photographed the cameltoe he'd created, surprised by the size of the moist patch Julie had made.

Desiring a picture featuring that sweet wet spot and the lady's face, the photographer jumped up, leaving a trail of pre-cum in the woman's closed left hand. Moving to the foot of the bed he framed the scene: long legs spread, crotch displayed with its defined damp cunny, a pleasant bust and clearly visible above Mrs Bundock's face, complete with that little smile and flushed cheeks. From a certain angle it appeared she was actually posing herself, was wantonly showing off.

Taking Julie's right hand from her waist where it was "holding up" the floral dress, he rearranged it, positioning it on the pubic mound, purposefully posing the fingers over the quim, middle finger pressed along the shallow declivity, the tip against the wet spot.

'That's it Julie, play with yourself for the camera,' John grinned as he worked the device, eyes burning with lust.

Two fingers hooked under the waistband of tights and panties, they lifted the garments out of the way. A little awkwardly he repositioned Julie's right hand once more, this time pushing it into her knickers. Against his knuckles he felt the tickle of a bush as he setup his next shot.

'Julie, that looks so fucking hot. I wonder how often you actually do finger yourself,' the pornographer pondered aloud. 'Do you even?' Happy with the captured images the naked lensman removed the hand and took a sniff of the fingers. 'Nice. Oh, that's nice,' he murmured. 'Hmm, my turn. You've been such a cunt. So now I'm going to have fun with yours.'

Leaning over the side of the bed and its occupant, the male slid his right hand down into the prey's panties. Silky satin welcomed the intruder, cool as the hand slid inside. A tightly woven thatch of pubic hair greeted scouting fingertips. 'Hairier than I thought you'd be.' Breaking through the bush he grazed across the hooded clit, stiff in its fleshy little cover. Beneath him the anesthetised body shifted, reacting to the intimate caress. Grinning as he checked her face, the sculpted eyebrows arrowed downwards in a frown, a shallow breath escaped her lips.

Closely watching the features of the manager who'd belittled and tormented him, John squeezed the clitoris between his fingers. A gasp sounding loud in the quiet bedroom came from her as hips tilted in an attempt to prolong the contact. Wider grin stealing across his face, it pleased John to witness the evidence of his victim's arousal, unconscious or otherwise. It was a side of the woman he'd never been able to imagine. Deliberately grinding his palm over the sensitive bud, his fingers went lower, deeper into the sexy knickers.

Fingertips were met by warm silky flesh, wet with the flush of invigoration. Outer labia open with swollen arousal left the inner lips exposed to the questing touch. Middle finger leading the way it slid along the groove slickened with sex juice. Progressing further downwards, gathering a varnish of female fluid for itself, the digit was embraced by the twin flaps wrapping around it. Finding the vaginal opening, briefly circling the entrance, the finger slipped inside, delving into the sweltering grotto. An indrawn breath, a quiet moan.

'Ah, you are feeling horny?' he taunted, wriggling the finger about. 'Who'd have thought even you could get wet,' he abruptly snarled, pushing the entire finger up her cunt. 'Oh, but you are wet!' Between the woman's legs, inside the pale knickers, John began fingering his bitch manager, sliding back and forth within the slick channel, rotating it around the enclosing walls. 'And you're hot.'

Withdrawing the finger it was soon twinned with another and both plunged into the snatch of the Bundock woman. Pushing into the third knuckle he roughly fingered the helpless and vulnerable older fem. Twisting and turning, crooking and stroking, the digits ran up and down the sensitive lining, stimulated the inner sanctum of womanhood.

'You don't fuck much, do you?' he said having now found out just how tight her twat was.

Without warning the feminine passage began grasping at the aggressive intrusion; vaginal opening contracting around the digits as the tight slippery membranes within rippled against them. A louder moan came from the unconscious form being molested, wide hips lifting from the mattress, back arching. Unexpectedly a wash of viscous sap flooded the canal, drenching the violator's fondling hand and a series of whining cries spilled from her mouth.

John froze, body turning as rigid as the cock dribbling pre-cum on the carpeted floor. Breath caught in his lungs he awaited the inevitable scream, the accusing eyes, the sirens, the public condemnation, loss of job, friends and family. Nothing happened.

Looking up he saw the blonde remained unconscious, eyes closed, still safely under the influence of the narcotics. However, judging by the delightful way her breasts rose and fell her heart rate was elevated, breathing ragged and deeper, but gradually slowing. Colour brightened her cheeks and flushed her skin. Pink lips parted to let out a satisfied moan. On her face was the slightest trace of confusion.

Those drugs really are working, the would-be rapist thought, pleased with his purchase.

'Did you just cum on my fingers, Julie? You did, didn't you, you fucking slut. Your sweaty hole just came on my fingers,' John happily gave voice to the degrading insults.

Pulling his hand out of the breached underwear, John sniffed the fingers. The rich tangy aroma of hot cunt, the hot cunt of this workplace tyrant, filled his flaring nostrils. It was an effort not to stroke himself as he huffed the scent of girl cum. He didn't stop until the smell dissipated. Thrusting his hand back into the woman's knickers, he jammed the digits back into the furnace heat of the riled up minge. Watching for any warning sign of awakening, John continued to digitally rape Julie in her own home, her own bed. Seeing her nostrils twitch gave inspiration.

This time when his hand retreated a moment was taken to inspect the syrupy fluid greasing it. Julie's cum. Instead of sniffing the emission he moved his hand to the woman's peaceful looking face. Softly a finger swiped under the button nose, leaving a glistening trail on the top lip. Watching the woman's nostrils twitch as she inhaled her own sweet aroma, a broad grin brightened the leering mug of the trespasser.

'Look at you, Julie, sniffing your own cunt,' John derided his boss while stroking his cock. A thick string of clear ooze hung from the head, bouncing with each pumping stroke of the shaft as he sniffed the fingers of his other hand. 'Your cunt stinks,' he laughed.

Letting go of the pulsating prick afraid it was about to blow, John's other hand stole back into the knickers. Fingers delving deeply into the sweaty pocket, the frigging was much rougher this time. Aided by the abundant presence of girl gush, the molesting fingers jabbed hard and fast, fingertips running along the sensitive, quivering walls. John couldn't believe just how good it felt to touch his nemesis so intimately, unable to defend herself as he took his pleasure from her.

Breathy moans hushed from trembling lips painted pink for a pleasant night out. But now the lady lay unconscious while her curvy frame wriggled on her bed, a rapist abusing her to a second orgasm. Safe in the knowledge he was protected by the effects of powerful tranquilisers, the male worked her private parts harder, digits vigorously forcing their way through the tight birth canal, their insistent passing barely hindered by the slick enclosure sucking at them, milking them. Grinding with hand and wrist, pleasure was forced upon the engorged clitoris, propelling the office manager to another unconsented climax.

Blazing eyes full of lust looked down on the loathed creature who'd emancipated him at work. Observing every detail of the familiar features flushing, nostrils flaring, drawing air scented with vagina, lips panting, jaw shaking, the predator pushed his prey over the edge. Feminine mewling announced the onrush of hormones storming the supine figure as it writhed atop the mattress, hips bucking against the groping hand, the digging fingers, bathing them in yet more girl cum.

'That's it Julie, you slag. Cum on my fingers,' John hissed. 'Oh, I can feel it!'

Forcing his tormentor to orgasm provoked such a sense of power and control within the beast. More than any physical feeling that could be taken from the shaking shuddering body, the feeling of domination was what he'd sought to gain tonight. And now it was his. It may be for this one night only, but it would stay with him forever, a dark secret to think back on every time he saw Julie Bundock at work. John nearly blew his load right then.

Yanking his fingers out of the twitching sex hole, they glistened with rich cream. Taking the index finger between his lips, his taste buds fired in rapture at the taste of the Bundock's cum, warm and fresh from a sodden snatch. Almost as good as its smells, he thought, slowly letting the finger out, capturing the pussy milk trapped on his tongue. About to clean the other appendage, he paused. Looking down at features now slack in repose, a lecherous idea struck.

Smirking as he did it John eased his finger into the blonde's mouth, letting it slide over the painted lower lip. Smirk changing to a shocked grin, he felt the fem's lips close around the glazed digit, a tongue rising in welcome as the mouth began to gently suck. In autonomic reaction Julie was sucking the finger, cleansing it and tasting the sweet yet tangy juice from her pussy. Jaw falling open in delighted shock, John watched the woman work, enjoyed the suction she unconsciously applied. Avidly watching the oral activity, he was stunned as another possibility occurred.

Pulling the finger from the enticing grip he leant over the dosed figure and drove his tongue into the vacated mouth. Lips pressing lips, the sweet taste of wine entered the man's mouth as his tongue sought out a companion. A growl of approval rolled from the male throat as soft lips closed around his tongue, a soft sucking trapping it. Pressing his mouth to Julie's, John snogged her. Tongues danced, each sliding over the other, all the while the sleeping lady sucked gently. Thrusting back into the pillaged knickers, he resumed fingering Julie as they kissed. Lost in the moment, he Frenched and finger-banged the manager, treating her roughly at both ends, overtaken with the unseemly pleasure he took.

Finally breaking the kiss to gulp down a deep breath, the man felt the flush on his face, his entire naked body felt flushed as he stood over the fully clothed figure on the bed. In a minor miracle he hadn't shot his load. Kissing Julie was something he'd always wanted to do, such an intimate act that never seemed possible. Licking his lips there was a hazy concoction of wine, lipstick and vagina. Although he wanted a full and proper taste of this bitch's cunt, there were a few more photographs he needed.

Swiping his phone from where it rested on the rumpled comforter, he began clicking away, recording his hand as it moved about under the sexy tights and knickers, molesting the sopping quim. With not some little difficulty he managed to take a few photos of his tongue licking Julie's lip and slipping between them. Under the gaze of the lens, another layer of female cream was lathered on her top lip, shinning under the bedroom light.

As much fun as the night had already been, there was so much more than John intended to experience with his unwilling but responsive fuck doll. Now he'd seen and touched her up, John wanted to finally see her hairy minge, wanted to taste it and finally to fuck it, fill it up with his seed.

Kneeling on the bed next to the laid out figure, the trespasser tucked his fingers into the tights and panties and pulled. Underwear rolling together they were tugged down exposing a blonde thatch springing up. Another more insistent tug pulled the hose and satin from under the rounded buttocks until they rested at mid-thigh.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, John drank in the sight of the administrator's hairy twat. Pudenda swollen in heat, the pubic hair crowning it was golden. Around the vaginal opening the down was matted with girl gush. Peeking from the bush was the hooded clitoris, recovering from its induced orgasm. Reflecting the room's light, the labia were silky smooth, open and glistening from the earlier molestation. However it was clear to see when at rest they were a pair of neat and tidy lips. The air thickened with the fragrance of an aroused vagina.

Leaning forward from where he knelt on the bed, the intruder sniffed at the naked sex, inhaling the spicy tangy aroma. 'So fucking hot,' he mumbled, inhaling again, drawing the scent deeper and filling his nostrils. So much stronger now it was bared, the smell was incredible, alluring and exciting. It seemed to demand he take another sniff, a demand he was more the happy to comply with. Focussing again, the camera returned to work capturing Julie's hairy smelly snatch in all its naked moist glory.

Taking more entries for his growing pervert portfolio, the camera captured images from every angle as the pornographer moved around the scene. Not relying on the zoom function, it was physically moved closer to capture every gynaecological detail. Rearranging the woman's hands, they were positioned to make it appear as if the lady were pushing the underwear down herself to further display her genitals for the night's visitor.

'Tut tut, Julie. Flashing your fanny like that,' John laughed as he worked the camera.

Each photograph was accompanied by a deep satisfying sniff, the man trying to fulfil his addiction. Finding a way to cope when working with the manager, the one repeating fantasy had been imagining what the perfume between the tyrant's legs was like. And now I know, he thought happily as he spread the labia wider, fingers to either side and took another snap shot. John hovered his face directly above the aromatic snatch, felt the slight caress of downy fur on his skin. Long extended breaths through flaring nostrils forced the tangy musty scent into his proboscis, making him lightheaded.

Overtaken with giddiness the man's face dropped to the blonde bush. Snuggling into the soft mat, he continued enjoy the longed-for fragrance, savouring the tickling against his features. Mouth opening to get more air, the barest hint of flavour stole across his taste buds again. Strings of moisture on his thighs informed the perpetrator that he was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum now. However, in the moment he didn't care about the mess he was making on both himself and the bed he knelt on.

Dragging the underwear down to the ankles, Julie was once more posed and the camera returned to work. From the foot of the bed photographs captured the involuntary model in all her voyeuristic glory. Taken from the feet up, the images captured the manager's drawn down tights and knickers, open legs, wet and hairy minge - the labia open and glistening, body above the rolled up floral dress, the twinned mounts of the sizeable breasts. And at the head of the glorious vista were the soft features of Julie Bundock framed by blonde hair, cheeks still coloured from arousal

'Beautiful.'

Dropping the mobile John removed the rolled up underwear from around the ankles. Opening the satin and nylon package he stared at the gusset. Faint streaks of discharge encrusted the cotton inset, evidencing where the woman's vagina had rested during the day. Thinking back to work, John pictured Julie in the administration building, now knew she'd been wearing this lacy satin under her suit then. How much of this discharge had already been staining her panties as she stood there? Amongst the dried fluid a large helping of fresh juice darkened the panel. Further evidence if needed that the manager's body was responsive to the abuse administered to it.

Sniffing at the pungent knickers, recollections of Julie at work flashed before his eyes, recalling her walking around the office, standing, bending over, squatting down. All that time she'd been wearing these sexy panties pulled tight over her sex, making them warm and perfuming them with this wonderful, wonderful scent. Having been snuggled up against her pussy all day long and into the evening, the aroma was strong, sharp and spicy. Nose moving around the still warm gusset, it traced the various odours, the satin, the cotton, the light salt of skin, the tang of fanny and the more stringent hint where a drop of pee had escaped. All undercut by the suggestion of lavender from washing.

Cradling the prize in one hand, a finger poked against the gusset. As expected it was warm to the touch, both dry and damp in obvious places. Focussing on the latter, the fingertip eased away, teasing out a string of fresh discharge, the sticky cum. String snapping as the distance increased, a flick of a tongue captured the remains, a brief shock of flavour on the man's taste buds.

I want more, thought the offender as his eyes flicked from gusset to quim. Dropping the lingerie next to the discarded mobile, he spread the legs further to make room for himself. Crawling onto the divan he slunk forward, planting kisses on the nude thighs as he climbed higher, closed on the hairy smelly hole he'd lusted after and dreamed of for ages. Pushing the legs wider caused the fragrant vagina to open, the outer labia parting, the inner flowering to uncover a glistening shell-pink colouring the long crease. Nestled at the bottom of the succulent valley was the tight-looking slot of the vaginal opening itself. John shoved his face into the twat.

Warm moist flesh welcomed the trespass, slithered over the eagerly rubbing face. Round and round the man's head circled, bathing himself in the secretions of his boss, savouring the feel of it, the smell, and taste as the creamy traces of her cum gathered on cheeks, nose and lips. Soft downy bush brushed against his forehead as he snuffled into the greasy gash. John's tongue lashed out, the strong muscle energetically exploring, lapping and licking with relish. Running up and down the fragrant groove it savoured the tangy, spicy flavour, the salty and musky undertones.

'Fucking delicious,' the words mumbled into the glorious womanhood.

Mouth closing around the entrance to the sex, lips pursing between silky labia, the tongue dipped within. At first it circled the tight slot, caressing the twitching membranes slicked with female nectar. Light little flicks played out as the organ investigated its new surroundings, taste buds reporting back the increasing piquancy and strength of the enclosing grotto.

With hollowing cheeks the mouth began to sup the abundant cream of passed orgasm and the increasingly fresh juices of restored arousal. As the acerbic flavour filled the siphoning mouth, wet sounds of slurping filled the closed bedroom, loud in the trapped space between spread thighs. Soon a low choir joined the sexual concert is the suckled body responded to the less than delicate attention, breathy moans returning to be heard as the lying figure moved, hips languidly rolling, legs flexing against the transgressor's ears. Savouring every delectable morsel the man feasted on the woman, grinding his aching prick into the soft duvet, flows of pre-ejaculate blemishing it.

Briefly the mouth retreated but only far enough for the tongue to cavort among the silken labia. Lively flicking about, it flipped the sexual folds back and forth before lovingly licking each up and down, cleansing them of the flavoursome lotion of female lubrication. Then a long hard swipe upwards from the convulsing opening led to a swirling twirl around the woman's hooded clitoris, the owner gasping in her state of incapacity even as her body shuddered happily.

Greased lips sliding over the prepuce, they forced it to retract, fully exposing the tiny sensitive bud to the prowler's mercy. At first it was a gentle teasing of tongue brushing lightly, little judders and gasps replying from the doped manager. Then it became licks up and over the bean, just that little more assertive with every pass. Eyes flicking upwards, the view partially blocked by golden thatch, the oral rapist was quickly reassured of his playmate's comatose state despite her responses, the harsher breathing and gasping of sexual moans. Eyes still watching bright with excitement, the lips closed around the little engorgement, tongue now lashing the very tip as the mouth suckled hard and sustained.

Bucking against the face busy between her legs, Julie creamed herself, deluging John's face with orgasmic effluence. Thighs clapped around the despoiler's ears, trapping his lapping head. A hand clamped to the back of his skull, orange-painted nails digging into the hair, pulling the wonderful mouth closer, pressing it harder to the exploding sex. Trilling mewls played from pink lips, cheeks shading as Julie came and came, bathing her tormentor's features.

Releasing his oral grip on the practically vibrating clit, the man's tongue swiped at it, over and over, like a cat or dog drinking water, extending his partner's enforced pleasure. Under his chin he could feel the ever increasing wetness as more orgasm dribbled out, what hadn't coated his face running to the mattress beneath the gyrating arse. All five of his senses were besieged: seeing Julie's face in mid-climax, body writhing; feminine sounds of panting bliss; smell and taste of vagina strong in nose and mouth; strong legs wrapped around his neck, hand gripping him and sodden flesh on his face. The sight and sounds of the supervisor moaning and cumming like a paid whore because of him took John to the brink of cumming himself. Only by holding his entire body taut, willing his cock to hold on, to wait just that little but longer did he prevent him adding to the mess on the bed.

With a final loud gasp the legs released John's head, the hand falling away. Movement ceased as a dreamy 'Thank you,' whispered from above. Fearing that he'd pushed too far, had finally released the victim from drug induced bondage, the man remained frozen, eyes wide as they searched the lady's features for any sign of recognition, accusing eyes and the inevitable scream yet to come. Again, nothing. Despite suffering a powerful orgasm, Julie hadn't - couldn't - wake.

'Fuck that looks sexy,' the mentor said coming up for air. Sprawled before him, the sight was hot and lewd. Grabbing his phone John proceeded to add to his gallery.

Successive flashes recorded Julie's pornographic state: half naked, legs spread wide to frame a hairy snatch, the bush darkened by sexual lubrication and female nectar, labia spread either side, the entrance to the birth canal showing, trickles of honey dribbling from the pot. Commemorating the night, the cameraman ensured to capture Julie's face, to know when he later enjoyed the images there was no doubt who the star was. One hand reaching between the spread legs, a finger was jammed deep into the leaking twat as the lens focused and whirled. Finger-banging his boss, stirring the honeypot, the put-upon worker thrilled to every still taken. A short series of images were made: the appendage poised at the vaginal opening, a glistening lip trapped beneath it; the fingertip slipping inside; deeper, up to the second knuckle, hungrily swallowed by the tight pink orifice; and finally the entire digit lost to the sweltering den.

'Damn you're tight, Julie. I really didn't expect that,' John derided as a second finger penetrated with an indecent sound of meaty wetness. More pictures were taken as the twinned digits roved, side-to-side, up-and-down, back and forth. Lifting the peripherals high, they parted in a V, thick strings of sap strung between before a tongue whipped out to collect the tasty treat. Gathering another sample, this time it was the phone lens that captured the strands.

Controlling one of Julie's hands she was once more posed, this time mimicking her masturbating. Copying the moves so recently performed, the long feminine fingers were recorded touching the clit, now safely retracted back under its hood; folding the fleshy folds of labia open, coral pink sighted between orange nails; a single fingertip easing inside before dipping deeper, buried to the second then third knuckle; then the process repeated this time with two fingers apparently pleasuring the model. It was such an electrifying depiction, staged as it may be, enhanced by the flush still visible on the soft featured face.

'Oh look at you, Julie, playing with your fanny for me.'

Jutting up from his crotch, the man's aching cock was skipping with excitement, ropes of thick pre-cum hung from it to dribble over his thighs. The ache that had been building all night, heightened by each successive caress and touch, taste and smell, had driven John to the very edge. No amount of will was going to stop it from going off. And I'm not going to fight it.

'I'm going to fuck you now, Julie,' he promised.

Phone thrown aside, the intruder crawled back onto the bed and mounted Mrs Bundock. Kneeling between the splayed legs of the drugged and helpless figure, one hand braced against the springy mattress while the other guided his prick to its vulnerable target. There was no hesitation as the hips drove forward, thrusting the purple-headed lance between the velvety drapes and into the welcoming embrace of Julie's vagina. Inhaling a sharp gasp, the rapist felt sweltering heat engulfing his member as he sank deeper. Even prepped by forced masturbation the passage was tight. Oh, so tight. Second hand falling to the bed top, John forced the rest of himself into the sleeping woman.

Buried to the hilt, John looked down on the face of the functionary who'd tried to tear him down, destroy him before their colleagues all in order to assert her own dominance in their shared domain. Memories of those moments ran before his consciousness and were temporarily erased by the sensation of that self-same woman's pussy, her cunt, tightly wrapped around his cock, tiny convulsions running through the satiny walls as she massaged him in the most private, intimate of ways. All without permission, no consent sought, no consent given. It was a face many might not find attractive, but to John, right then, she was beautiful.

It was too much for John. Too much excitement, too much anticipation, denied desire held on the brink of release. The evening's activities a prolonged self-inflicted assault on his senses pushed the man over the edge. Feeling his balls rising and about to empty, the rapist began fucking, aggressive and hard, no concern for his victim. Still looking at Julie's face, John raped her in her own bed, in her own home. Bodies rutting, his large male frame collided with the tall shapely blonde trapped beneath him, battering through the constricting passage. The victim moaned and unconsciously clamped down. Bottoming out in the tight humid grip, the predator gasped and began to cum. Jaw wide in a silent scream of release he pumped wads of thick fertile sperm into Julie, sending it speeding towards her cervix, the unprotected uterus beyond.

Aroused all day, all night, his urethra was packed with unspent spunk until this all-consuming release. Surging forth in a tidal wave of pearly white he shot his load into the drugged fem. The way now partially cleared, fresh bolts of sperm powered from writhing testicles, pouring along the straining pumping dick to ejaculate, swamping the neck of the defenceless womb, flooding and filling the squeezing and convulsing twat.

'Oh... Oh god...' John ground his crotch to the splayed female, stirring his spunk into the cunny cream. So much better than I ever imagined, he thought, body shuddering with pent-up release. Arms nearly collapsing his body folded over the supine body. Holding himself deep, he felt the undulating stomach against his belly as Julie unknowingly joined him in orgasm, felt the twin points of erected nipples digging into his chest as he crushed her fulsome bust and stared at her face, freshly flushed, those sexy breathy gasps escaping as she climaxed on him.

Forcing their mouths together he pushed his tongue back into the fuck doll's mouth, felt it twinning with hers, each slipping and sliding around the other. Lips locked together, rutting genitals grinding, joined together in orgasm, rapist kissing victim, victim kissing rapist as the last of his seed was planted. John didn't care one iota that he'd failed to last, that the long-awaited revenge fuck had taken mere moments. He'd finally had Julie Bundock in exchange for everything she'd put him through. It felt fantastic! What it lacked in physical satisfaction it more than made up for in emotional gratification.

Arms weakening from holding position, the sated male began to pull back when he realised he wanted to document this moment. Posted on one hand, the other clawed for his mobile. Not without some difficulty the lens captured his cock sprouting from a nest of curly dark hair disappearing into the blonde furred sloppy hole it still occupied. Easing back a little, the shaft slowly reappeared, glistening under the bedroom light with combined wetness from the violation. An easier image to capture. Knees straining from holding his frame in place, another couple of inches retreated, further demonstrating the coating of varnish the pleasurable coupling had applied. Such a filthy view, the phone recorded every detail. Taking his time to withdrew, the steamy minge refused to give up its prize, clinging tightly and slowing the loss of erection. The final photograph recorded the moistened cockhead nestled among the folds of the desecrated vulva.

Having emptied his balls as deep as possible, there was not that much semen in evidence and John wanted to see it. Two fingers spread the labia, holding Julie open, trying to coax the seed to spill. Pressing down on the vulva caused a thick trickle of pearly white to appear, welling at the abused opening. Before it could escape the phone worked again and again as the fluid lazily dribbled free, lens following as it ran down the lady's bum crack to join the sticky mess already staining the bed sheets.

'Nasty. Sexy,' the pornographist commented. Standing now, John ensured to get a photo of the mature blonde's entire body, head-to-toe, partially naked, legs spread as the creampie leaked out and pooled under the exposed crotch. Satisfied, John lay down next to the narcotic dreamer, nudging the shapely pins closed. 'Thanks for the fuck, Julie,' he whispered intimately in an ear before leaning over and returning his tongue to her mouth, delighted with the way it sucked it the intrusion. A much more chaste kiss on the pinked lips and he lay back down, a contended smile on his sticky face.

'Julie, I'm going to rape you all night long,' he quietly vowed, his hand stealing back into the hairy crotch. Fingers stroked along the misused cunny, obscene in its gentle caressing. 'Look at your sloppy, cummy hole. You're a whore, and I'm going to use you.'

Laying there as he fondled his victim, the newly minted criminal cast his mind back over the evening's activities and the fantasies that had led to them. Abruptly the man climbed from the bed and looked around the room, seeking something specific. Spotting it in the corner of the bedroom, he stepped over to the laundry basket. An avid panty sniffer, he was delighted with what he found. Apparently Julie did the laundry on a Sunday as the basket contained several days worth of dirty clothes, including her used underwear.

Extricating each pair in turn he smelled the feminine apparel. Mostly comfortable briefs, there was also another pair of the satin hipsters and a pair of high rise shorts sat on top. Piling the unmentionables on the bed next to their owner, the voyeur picked up the shorts, black satin featuring red roses and frilly lace. Turning them inside out he keenly inspected the calcified gusset. Vaginal fluid coated the inner panel, dry and crusty and pungent when raised to his nose. Sticking his tongue out, it pressed to the dried secretions, tasting the tangy discharge. Tingles ran across his tongue as he licked the panel.

Not as good as when fresh, he thought glancing at the real thing on the bed.

Chucking the shorts onto the bed John progressed through the remaining garments, sniffing each pair greedily. Aroma stronger in some, weaker in others, each gusset was stained by the discharge from his manager's snatch. A couple even featured an errant pubic hair or two. John couldn't help but wonder which day each pair had been worn.

Man, I wished I could have sniffed them fresh each day, he thought, his nose buried in a pair of briefs. A shade darker than the green floral dress clothing the woman, they held the strongest sample of her scent, the gusset encrusted with thickly dried fanny juice. Cock hardening, John looked at the sleeping figure: blonde crown resting on the pillows, dress around her waist, used sex still on display. His cock jumped as it stiffened.

Moving to the head of the divan, he placed the green briefs on the pillow next to Julie's head. Laying them open, they were carefully arranged to showcase the dirty gusset next to the face of the hot bitch that'd stained them. Collecting his mobile phone, John photographed the scene in close up, smirking all the while.

'Say cheese,' the man said. 'Although they really do stink of your twat. Mm, but they do smell good, Julie.' Camera lens almost touching the intoxicating panel he added, 'I love smelling your dirty crusty knickers. Better than I ever thought they'd be.' I wonder if she ever takes a sniff of her knickers. Without really thinking about it he picked up the briefs and deposited them onto the drugged female's face, the pungent gusset directly over her nose. 'I see you do smell your own knickers,' John laughed, taking another close-up.

Dick thumping between his legs, the knickers were swapped out for another pair. Inappropriately arranged, another image joined his perverted portfolio. Each image captured Julie's face alongside her used panties and the feminine mess she'd made before being turned over, a mocking image of her being the panty sniffer. Finished with the last pair, John retrieved the rolled up tights and hipsters that had been worn today. Placed on the pillow, the camera completed the sub-set of mementoes.

John moved suddenly, his restored erection now full and demanding. Despite having already spent a substantial load he could feel his balls aching to unleash again. And there was only one place for it. Roughly shoving Julie's legs open and moving back between them, he re-mounted her, ramming his dick in with a vulgar squelch as his previous load was expelled by his return. Stuffing the birth canal he took her again, thrusting hard and fast, hips pumping, cock stroking in and out. Body held above the recumbent female, he fucked hard, slamming his crotch to hers, cock jabbing over and over, his skin burning with heat, desire and need. Beneath him the incapacitated figure juddered with each violating impact, cleavage wobbling at the neckline of her dress, shaking even in a constraining bra.

'God, that feels good,' John moaned, resting his weight on knees and elbows, pressing their bodies together once more, crotches grinding, forcing himself in to the hilt. His face was next to the blonde's, looking at her mature features. Against the head of his cock was the hidden cervix, the entrance to Mrs Bundock's womb. What if I get her pregnant? Insanely aroused by the thought, he began feverishly humping his coerced lover. Arse pumping, hips rocking, the shagging continued, cunt cream churned up by the fuck stick assailing it. Gruff male panting was joined by feminine gasping and moaning. Yet the eyes remained closed, the narcotics still influencing, still keeping Julie under as she was raped for the second time.

'Yes. I'm going to keep raping you Julie until you've got a baby in your belly. I'm going to keep cumming inside you. Fill you with my sperm. Who knows, maybe you'll be pregnant by the time I leave,' the male hissed between pants, screwing and thrusting, body moving back and forth atop the female as he raced towards his pleasure and her downfall.

The breeding hole sucking at his plunging dick was a glorious feeling. John couldn't get over just how tight she was, how hot and wet the fuck passage felt as it began a milking motion, contractions running its length, taking the man nearer to orgasm. Beneath him his nemesis buckled, pushing back against the unlawful penetration, the unconscious form seeking its own pleasure. Julie whimpered loudly in her rapist's ear, breath hot against his skin.

'You cumming, baby? You cumming on my dick?' John panted, hips jerking forward repeatedly. Concentric ripples spread out from the impacts, travelling through their conjoined bodies, along their legs, one pair working a pumping motion, the others spread obscenely wide. 'Christ, I love fucking you Julie!'

Coming to the boil quickly, John slammed forward, sheathing himself fully. Letting his body crush the robust female, he lay atop her as he sunk his face into the bundle of dirty knickers and tights still positioned on the pillow next to the blonde's head. Huffing the pungent gusset, he greedily inhaled the scent as his bollocks emptied, spewing seed into his enemy for the second time, adrenaline ravaged mind buzzing in the attempt to breed her.

'I hope I knock you up,' the words muffled by the aromatic satin against his face. Humping against the supine office manager, he spilled the remains of his spunk, deluging her womb with broiling sperm. Spent, he rolled off the lay, just about crushing his phone.

A grunt of pain, he pulled the device from beneath his leg. Noting the white mess running from the well-used and loosened minge, John didn't miss the opportunity to record the fresh creampie free flowing from his enforced breeding bitch. As the camera chronicled the scene, the thick sludge drooled out, passing between the pussy flaps, slowly sliding down to her ass crack and the bed below, joining the pool of semen already deposited there. Pleased with the result John snogged Julie, her tongue reciprocated, cavorting with his, lips closing around the man's as she lightly sucked the organ.

'Thanks for the fuck,' he repeated, breaking the embrace to lie on the bed awash with the afterglow of climax and a fantasy lived out. But John wasn't finished. There was a lot of emotion pent up inside and he fully intended to empty it all out, and his balls, before leaving this house. Satiated for now, he fell into a light doze next to the violated bint.

***

Waking from the snooze a quick check reassured the homeowner remained anesthetized. Sitting up on the bed he peeked between the naked legs and smiled at the wreck he'd left down there. The flow of his deposit had stalled, just slimy trails of its passing remained. That and the pool soaking into the duvet. It didn't concern John knowing there was plenty still within, seeping through Julie's cervix and swimming around her womb. Potentially fertilising her, he thought glancing a little higher.

Cock twitching, it wasn't quite ready to go again. Deciding to do some exploring, the intruder kissed his unwilling paramour before rolling off the bed. Opening a set of drawers he gleefully inspected the contents. Knickers were arranged neatly on one side, bras in the middle and a few pairs of tights sat at the end. There were even some stockings and a black suspender belt. Fingers caressed the intimate clothing, brushing over satin and cotton, silk and lace. It came as somewhat of a surprise to learn that the rather conservative Mrs Bundock had some rather sexy lingerie.

'Do you wear these to work, Julie, hidden under your suits?' he asked, glancing towards the bed. 'Yeah, I bet you do. I bet you like sitting in your office and walking around the place, all prim-and-proper all the while wearing saucy knickers under your skirt.'

Assuming the pair in front would be selected for the following day, he scooped them up. Unlike the more exciting selection, these were plain briefs of pastel pink cotton. Turning to face the bed, John wrapped the underwear around his cock sticky with spunk and creamy vaginal cum. Eyes roaming over the slumbering form that was there for his pleasure, he stoked himself, cleaning his prick into the pristine gusset.

Still pleasuring himself he opened the bedside cabinet. Finding nothing of interest in the top two drawers, the content of the third was far more interesting. Opening an elongated plastic box he discovered the manager's vibrator. Several inches long, its length was shiny chrome but otherwise plain. The base was black plastic and clearly where the batteries went.

Impulsively lifting it up, the man sniffed the faux cock. A faintly fusty scent of pussy wafted from the gleaming surface. Coddled in the pink knickers, his cock throbbed in his slowly pumping fist. Taking a closer look the burglar spotted the faintest of streaks where the toy had not been properly cleaned after its most recent use. When was that? Last night? This afternoon before going out?

'Caught in the act were we?' he asked glancing down at the toy's owner. 'Too busy to clean up?' Tentatively touching tongue to toy, the mixed flavour of metal and vagina was detected by his taste buds. 'Not as good as your knickers or your cunt proper.' For a few moments John continued to wank into the stolen knickers, looking the chrome vibrator over, sniffing it while going over the evening's adventure so far.

Peeling the now soiled briefs from his cock, the gusset was damp with the combined fluids of man and woman. Faint stains marred the panel. Returning them to the draw John was careful to put them back just as he'd found them. The first pair to be pulled out, the pervert was confident they would be worn the following day. He liked the idea of the older blonde unknowingly spending tomorrow with his cum on her minge.

Returning to stand by the bed, he stood over the woman. She looked peaceful, a little smile curling her painted lips. Bending down, he positioned the toy on the exposed sex. Swiping up his phone it captured the slow progress as the vibrator was pushed inside. Under the gaze of the lens the first inch disappeared between the folds. John would swear he could feel Julie's quim trying to snatch the chromed object from him, sucking it deeper, demanding more penetration. He slid it further in.

Leaning over he kissed Julie, aggressively returning his tongue to her mouth, savoured the wine-flavoured breath, the smell of soft skin. Gripped in the man's hand, the silvered tool slid back and forth, twisting and turning. Through the rigid length John could feel the response of the feminine walls surrounding the intruder. In his mouth he felt the quickening breaths as the victim's arousal was banked hotter. Between their lips the couple's tongues continued their tango. Breaking the kiss he refocused on the activity further down the bed.

A twist of the base and a high-pitched buzzing filled the room. Julie gasped and wriggled as the vibrating toy was applied to her clitoris. John was greatly entertained as the stuck-up functionary mewled like an alley cat, writhing on the duvet stained with their earlier couplings. Well used now there was little resistance when John plugged the fragrant fanny with the vibrator, watched as it was devoured by the humping blonde-bushed crotch. Stirring the honeypot, the shiny chrome was dulled by the growing abundance of nectar as Julie suffered yet another enforced orgasm.

Photographs captured the spectacle of Julie Bundock, a mature blonde, half naked in a green floral dress, writhing on her bed, a silvered vibrator being thrust in and out of her pussy, bleaching it with the copious fluids produced by her creaming climaxing vagina. Crotch already a sticky mess, it was clear she'd already been fucked, used and abused for someone's pleasure, someone fulfilling their desires with her. Next to her flushed soft-featured face was a bundle of used panties and hose showing clear signs they'd recently been worn, had housed a drooling pussy all day. Only later would John regret failing to take the opportunity to record video. However, lost in the moment, he eagerly continued the play, watching Julie cum to his crude yet effective administration.

'Oh... Oh, cum... cumming.' Julie gasped as she burst into orgasm, pussy clutching at the wonderful violation. Shivers coursed along her limbs, undulations rippled her covered stomach as convulsions rocked her body while deep inside her sex clenched, gripping the buzzing vibrator, inner membranes trying to milk it. And yet she remained under the influence of the narcotics, unable to escape the narcoleptic state even as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

John couldn't believe he'd been able to catch the woman's cum on camera. Hell, part of him had even wondered if the manager was even capable of something sexual given her attitude and the way she presented at work. But the proof was right there, panting and moaning, body grinding against the divan as the embedded toy rumbled in its pink pocket.

Yanking the toy out John watched as the older lady came down from her high, a few aftershocks causing her sexy figure to jerk. Brightly reflecting the bedroom light, the humming vibrator glistened with a varnish of girl cum, runnels trickling down the smoothed sides. Twisting the base to switch it off, John moved to the top of the bed.

Holding the chromed shaft to Julie's mouth it sat poised at the rouged entrance. Mobile back in hand it again took stills as the toy was eased inwards, captured the scene as painted lips encircled the rod, as it slid between them and a rime of creamy nectar gathered, smearing the pink lipstick. It then recorded the somnolent woman perform a drowsy blowjob, cleansing her excretions from the smooth rod. Through the pole he could feel her tongue swirling languidly over the vibrator. Avidly watching and maintaining his record, John slid the toy in and out, fascinated as Julie washed it.

'Fuck this. It's my turn.'

Dropping the silent dildo onto the divan, John scrambled onto the bed, kneeling next to the golden crown of Mrs Bundock. Dick sticky with drying concocted cum, the tip was positioned at her mouth. Resting it on the pinked lips, he could feel warm breath rising up and over it. Mimicking his recent actions he photographed his prick nudging over the brim and into the breathy cavity beyond and the talented tongue lurking within.

Just as he'd hoped, as already witnessed, Julie started sucking. It was a gentle, almost nursing suckle on the swollen glands. 'Oh, god,' the oral rapist moaned at the touch of a tongue niggling into the urethral opening. Leaning over the blonde's head, more male protuberance entered the suctioning hollow, sliding over the agile organ working over the member, and soft lips embraced the hotly pulsing manhood as it made its way deeper still. All the time the phone's camera recorded every little detail.

'Damn, that feels good. Looks even better,' John said looking down on the manager sucking him off. Throwing the phone down, he fully mounted the flaxen bob. Slowly at first he began to use the wonderful mouth, enjoying the mixed sensations she provided without knowing. Hips moving back and forth, he slid in and out. However, the prolonged stimulation of the night already had him boiling over despite having already cum twice. Maybe Julie's a better cocksucker than I imagined, John thought as his body rocked faster, face fucking the woman.

Nearly burying the blonde beneath him, he lunged forward, sending his prick to the back of Julie's mouth. Hearing her gag he pulled back just the slightest, let her mouth and tongue work their magic some more. Wanting to take another picture, he couldn't bring himself to stop. Rapidly pumping his hips, his cock moved quicker, plunging through the hot lips, through the hotter mouth, felt the tongue lashing now. As much as he wanted to shove himself straight down her throat, he didn't believe she was experienced in such a thing.

Back arching to keep just the purpled helmet in the sucking embrace, John started cumming. Grunting out loud he filled Julie's mouth. Shooting down the length of his rigid member semen spurted out, splashing the frolicking tongue, coating teeth, gums and palate. Hearing her gag he thought he'd gone too far, afraid Julie would finally come round or choke.

Fortunately his fears were unfounded and he watched with ecstatic wonderment as his boss's throat worked, swallowing the salty seed. Jolts of sexual release shook his large frame, forcing more spunk to spew forth, feeding his victim more of his male essence. Hearing the whore gulping, it pleased the rapist to know Mrs Bundock was consuming his sperm, that even now it was filling her stomach. Although he'd planned to spend all his cum up her twat, this was a sacrifice he was pleased to make.

Careful not to let his weight fall on the woman, he climbed over her to lie down and share her bed again. About to kiss her he noticed a slick of his cum on her bottom lip. Why not? Tongue swiping up the rich fluid, it entered her mouth where the salty tang was far stronger. Perversely gratifying they snowballed, oral organs twinning, spreading and sharing the flavoured saliva. Hand brushing against Julie's boobs, John broke the lustful snog to look down and enjoy the cleavage threatening to escape from the neckline of the green dress.

'You know, Julie, I'd never noticed before but you've actually got a nice pair of tits.' Sitting proud on her chest they were a good handful as they rose and fell with each breath taken. '34B I'd guess,' he added, fingers delicately squeezing one through the floral dress. John could have checked the open underwear draw but was more interested in groping his manager, feeling her up for the sheer unlawful fun of it.

Three little white buttons held the top half of the loose fitting dress closed, the neckline framing the rather pleasing cleavage. Fingers deftly flicked them open, the neckline fanning as the tension released, the décolletage increasing with each button undone. Hand slipping into the frock, fingers slid under the bra pushing the lace-trimmed garment down. Grasping the warm soft mound, John roughly pulled it out into the open, revealing its buxom shape topped by a light pink nipple.

Sliding down the bed, John's mouth closed around the teat. Gently at first, his suckling soon turned aggressive, his passions rising. Drawing the nipple into his mouth, his tongue lashed it, swirling around, sampling the texture, nudging it about. Meanwhile his other hand made for its sister, pulling the other breast free so his fingers could pinch and pull the stiff little nubbin on top. Mouth nursing on one breast his eyes were glued to the other, watching his increasingly rough manipulations, lifting the tit by the nipple before letting it fall, watching it settle before doing it again, mesmerised by the way it wobbled.

For several minutes John played with the bared breasts. Although not a boob-man as such, it was still fun to grope such a nice looking pair, to feel them up. Mouth swapping between them he lavished attention on both nipples, licking, biting and sucking. Teeth closing around a teat he pulled on it stretched it out, part of him wanting to see how malleable they were. Ear to the chest of the woman, he could hear the changes in her breathing and the beat of her heart as sexual spirit built once more. Bored, he let the tit fall, delighted by its motion, the way the pair wobbled together.

Collecting his camera he stood over the woman to take more photos, this time capturing Julie's naked boobs and face and finally her entire used and abused form, almost naked, the floral dress hiked up to her waist, the top divested to show off her mammaries.

'You look fucking sexy tonight, Julie.'

Satisfied with the pictures he put the phone down and pondered. There was still plenty of time to make use of the mature blonde, her sex appeal heightened by the chance to avenge himself on the bitch for everything she'd put him through at work, every time she'd belittled and disparaged him.

'Oh, I'm not done with you yet. We just need to give this a little time to regroup,' he said, fingers jiggling his currently slack cock.

Needing a little time to recharge, John cast about the room for something to occupy himself. He spent a little time going through the remaining bedroom draws, investigating their contents. To his surprise there was quite a wide range of lingerie in the chest of drawers. Apparently Julie had good taste and enjoyed wearing sexy underwear. Less exciting clothing occupied the remaining draws and the wardrobe, some of which he recognised from the workplace. They weren't as alluring when they weren't being worn.

Thinking of work, John recalled the purple folder he'd seen downstairs at the beginning of his infiltration of the Bundock household. Creeping down the stairs he made for the home office. Just as he'd noted earlier, the folder sat on a desk next to a keyboard and screen. Accidentally knocking the mouse and waking up the PC, he retrieved the folder. Careless, he thought noting the PC wasn't locked. Curiosity getting the better of him, he took a look at the documents taken from work, wondering why it was here and not locked up in the admin building of East County Tech.

The way things worked, ECT recruited students and delivered courses from their training centre. Once a course was completed coursework and exams were submitted to exam boards to claim certificates. At the same time ECT submitted evidence of completions to their funding bodies that paid out for learner's attendance and achievements. As a tutor John was involved in gathering this evidence and providing it to the administration team. In this case that was primarily Julie Bundock and the Finance Officer Maureen Goldman. Between them they prepared a spreadsheet listing the various completions, awards and certificates, adding the amounts to be claimed for each learner and totalling it for submission to the funding bodies. He was very familiar with the evidence. But what he was looking at wasn't what he'd delivered this week and the spreadsheet didn't total up the way he would have expected it to.

'What the fuck?' he exclaimed looking closer at the pages.

Running a finger down a list of figures, some were correct but some had been altered. Looking closer he noticed something. Subtly some of the numbers had been altered on the pages with pen or pencil and then photocopied to mask the scam. If you weren't looking for it you'd never spot the fraud. At the bottom of the page the total was a lot higher than it should have been. A lot higher. And both ladies signed off on it.

'What the fuck?' John said again, eyes turning towards the ceiling and the occupied bedroom. 'Oh, my my my. You've been fiddling the books, Julie! You and Maureen. Wow, I'd never imagine you'd...' And then it dawned on the rapist: with this information held over her, Julie would become his proper plaything, his to do with as he pleased. Should she refuse he'd fuck her over and ruin her entire life. Of course it would also doom the company but that didn't matter to John, he had no real friends there. They'd all stood by and watched Julie bully him. None of them had tried to stop her or offer any help. 'Fuck 'em,' he angrily murmured.

Spotting a scanner at the end of the desk, John moved quickly, energised with the possibilities swirling through his mind. Oh the things I'm gonna make you do, Julie. Page by page he scanned the evidence into the unlocked computer. Outlook was already open so he used Julie's own email account to condemn her, sending the scans to one of his own addresses before scrubbing any trace of what he'd done. A quick check failed to turn up any further evidence but the man was satisfied with what he now had and it would be his satisfaction he'd seek with it.

Rushing back upstairs he looked down on the comatose manager, Cheshire grin back on his face. Stiff prick leading the way he moved between the spread legs and penetrated Julie again. For hours he raped the drugged woman, insulting and mocking her as he lived out his defiling fantasies. By the time he was too sore to take her again, her pussy was overwhelmed by semen. What hadn't soaked into her membranes or been drunk deeply by her climaxing quim had cascaded out onto the mattress, spreading the wet patch and ruining the bed sheets. During a break in the prolonged coitus John became curious about something else.

Lubricating a finger with the viscous fluid currently dripping from the maltreated cunny, John squirreled it into Julie's bum crack and pressed it to the hidden arsehole. Against the tip of his digit was the tightly crinkled sphincter. There was no way Julie was an anal girl, it was far too tight. But still he pressed inwards, crooking his finger to force it up her bum. With a strong squeezing hold, it clung to the penetrating appendage, struggling to prevent it passing through.

'You'll be giving up this hole soon, Julie. I promise you that.'

Gratified for now, it was time to clean up and leave. Grabbing his clothes from the floor the burglar dressed. Picking up the pile of dirty knickers from the bed he returned them to the laundry basket. However, holding up the rather pungent green pair he paused. Deciding he wanted a trophy to go along the extensive photo collection he'd made, he put them in his pocket to savour later.

Checking the draws and wardrobe were all closed and squared away, he was about to return the vibrator to its box when he had a better idea. Lying there, Julie had a hell of a mess between her legs, fanny still leaking semen mixed with her own churned cream. How to clean this up? Now well used, the vagina swallowed the chrome sex toy easily. Considering whether to turn it on or not, John decided to just leave it there. Let her think she got horny drunk and masturbated during the night.

After a moment's consideration, he put her tits away - after having a final, lingering suckle on each teat - and buttoned up her frock. Dressing her back in her tights wasn't really an option so he left them rolled up with the day's knickers on the bed - after taking a few extra sniffs. Pulling the comforter over the used woman he leaned down to plant a chaste peck on her lips.

'Goodnight, Julie. I'll see you at work Monday,' he bid farewell with a knowing smirk.

***

Late the following morning Julie Bundock awoke from pleasant dreams. Groggily coming to her senses she realised she was dressed under the covers. Head pounding, she thought it must have been a good night if she had a hangover. It wasn't the only soreness she felt though. Her vagina felt particularly sensitive and there was a distinct dampness present. Reaching down she discovered her underwear was missing and her vibrator was lying inert on the bed. Reasoning that she'd been masturbating after getting home drunk and horny, she pulled herself from the bed to start her day. She was in a good mood.

'That would explain the "wet dreams" I guess,' she mumbled to herself, unaware of the nightmare coming her way.

End of Part 1.