Sexfight Aftermath

I walked from the lift on the 22nd floor. I turned left as that wing was where the A department so called because all my employees were Asian females was situated. I had started my business career in the late 80s brought up by as Gordon Gekko said in the movie Wall Street, "Greed is good." However, in the 2020s I was more like the Wolf of Wall Street, Jordan Belfort, as Donald Trump with a sharpie-signed Executive order had eliminated the Me-Too movement. Now it was money and sex are good.

My mind was distracted, filled with flashbacks of the sexfight between my Personal Assistant, Binh, and Diep, the challenger I had selected. They had fought for the position of my P. A. and number one sexfighter in the department. It had lasted far longer than most contests I had organised so I had a long list of favourite moment memories to replay.

I nodded as I passed the new intern, Vy. She was 18 and had a body a model or porn star would die for. After one look I had hired her, skills untested. Today was her third day as receptionist and like all newbies, she was starting at the bottom of the Corporate Women's World.

From this lowly starting point, she would wear her slut office wear and begin her journey towards extremely high salaries, no-limit credit cards, huge bonuses and first-class travel. A fair exchange for working under a boss like me, and I mean literally working under me in bed. But she like all other women similarly employed, would by simply pandering to their male bosses' wishes have the opportunity to leapfrog other female rivals and gain promotion.

It gave her and the others a chance to prove they were a better woman, not necessarily a better upper management worker, than their rival. However, I am not sure she knew this was the case and probably thought her job was a legitimate one she had obtained through her studies.

My watch showed 11 am, my usual arrival time, and I had to start working soon if I was to finish at my normal 3.00 pm. God, I was working too many hours each day and I made a mental note to arrive later or leave earlier or maybe work a 4-day week.

Binh my 25-year-old Vietnamese Personal Assistant sat in my expansive, modern office. Her looks and fucking of me and clients and in winning sexfight contests against my staff and in contests with rival firms were more responsible for her position than her business skills.

But I must keep you up to date. She sat at her desk with her appearance and clothes completely different to normal. Her confident, magazine-cover face was gone, replaced by a downcast appearance and eyes that were still red from crying all night. The shapeless garment she wore hung loosely on her 32B 23 33 body and replaced the skintight, nightclub wear she always wore. Her once meticulous makeup was now a bare face with no eye makeup. There was a very good reason for this. And that reason was Diep.

Diep entered my office in true corporate slut-wear. The expensive material of her tailored, made to fit ultra-short, pleated miniskirt, and semi-transparent blouse clung to her body. True her 30A 21 32 figure did not match Binh's, but it did not matter. She had claimed victory before me in the long office sexfight contest yesterday with the younger Binh. The same one I had been replaying in my mind on the way to my office. Her 35-year-old body, balanced on 4-inch heels, though not as eye-catching as Binh's, displayed her slim, taut body to its best. Everything about her showed a newfound confidence that proclaimed victory.

Yes, Diep, after her victory over Binh, was now my P. A. and number one in my department and was in my office this morning to claim her territory. Her blouse was sheer enough to display her tits, which were pushed up by a bra that supported and covered only the under third. Two hard nipples faced me. Binh's eyes narrowed at the sight of Diep's transformation, but Diep didn't seem to notice or care. She strutted around the office with her hips swaying in a way that suggested she meant business. Business that was bad for Binh, I suspected.

As she walked the pleats of Diep's mini skirt swayed around the tops of her thighs enough for me to see she wasn't wearing a thong. Her outfit was based on the standard corporate attire that all women in my department wore, but as the number one hers was more extreme. A glance at the glass door showed me a reflection of the skirt rising and falling to display the taut curves of her arse cheeks. If it was her intent on her first day as P. A. to make me horny, she had succeeded.

She turned and strode to Binh's desk and my cock hardened as a worried Binh watched Diep approach. Diep noticed it too, knowing full well it was the first sign of surrender from Binh and that there would be no immediate challenge from Binh.

Why was Binh at work today? Why had she not quit, you ask? There were two reasons. First, the pay and benefits were too good to throw away and start at a lower level with another firm. More important was the second. Binh hoped in the near future she would earn a chance to challenge and defeat Diep and regain the position she had held for 18 months.

"Boss, I believe it's time for Binh to fulfil her part of the sexfight loss before we shift her out of your office and into L section." L section was comprised of the losers, the lowest and the learners.

I nodded my agreement as she knew I would. Binh looked at me with resentment, but she knew the rules. Defeat gave the winner the right to use the loser. She had accepted the rules and lost, and with that loss came the price she would now pay. She tried one last gesture of resistance striding over to Diep with an exaggerated swing of her hips and leant forward, pressing out her bigger tits, offering them up in a silent challenge. Diep, unfazed, took a step closer. She knew it was a last desperate bluff but she had the victor's rights and was going to use them to break Binh.

Binh capitulated as Diep knew she would and backed down mumbling out the words, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make sure you understand your place," Diep confidently replied and my fuck meat grew in hope.

Moving quickly, Diep grabbed a handful of Binh's hair and yanked her head back. Binh gasped as Diep leant in and hissed, "You will serve me sexually, and you will do it well." Diep's hand slithered down Binh's neck, her fingers caressing her skin. Then she quickly ripped Binh's shapeless tent dress off and Binh's breathing grew faster and more shallow as Diep ordered her to spread her legs.

Binh turned her face and tits to me in a silent appeal, but I found something of interest to look at on my desk. It was enough. Any defiance Binh had left in her crumpled as she knew by my actions, I was not going to employ the mercy rule. Her past sex and achievements with me now meant nothing. Binh complied with Diep's order, edging her legs apart and leaning back against my desk.

Diep's pounced and knelt between them and went to town. Binh's eyes closed in acceptance when Diep removed Binh's panties and her tongue slid between Binh's legs, exploring her cunt entrance. My cock had reached full attention witnessing how victory had changed Diep. Her thin body now exuded sexuality and soon Binh's body quivered from Diep's tongue's exploration, and there were the beginnings of arousal on the loser's face.

"Boss," Diep said without looking up, "Could you do the honours? My arse needs attention."

I nodded, pulling my cock out of my trousers. Who was I to challenge the rules of how the Corporate Woman's world operated? I stepped behind Diep, who, bent over between Binh's spread legs presented her upraised arse to me. Binh's eyes met mine briefly, and I saw in them she knew that today she was going to be Diep's bitch.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small tube of lubricant. I have found out is advisable to always be prepared for anything when you are the boss of A department. It was a clear gel that, according to the label on the tube, promised to make the experience smoother and more enjoyable, hopefully for me. I unscrewed the cap, squeezed and coated my fingers and then moved towards Diep and Binh.

Diep stopped eating Binh and turned her head and watched me approach. She knew what was coming and there was no doubt in my mind she wanted it. I closed on her firm, hard bum with its taut and parted cheeks. Her skirt had ridden up the small distance to her waist, and as I had already seen, she wore nothing under it. I finished applying the lubricant to my fingers and we were ready. I positioned myself behind her with my lubricated fingers poised at the entrance to her waiting arse.

Diep's skin was warm to the touch, and she moaned as my fingers found her back door. I felt the familiar thrill of being a Western male boss in the Corporate World in charge of an Asian female staffed department as I pushed my fingers into Diep and felt her muscles clench them. She groaned as she took my invading fingers and her hips rocked back, taking more of my digits with each movement as she buried her face into Binh's slit.

After working her arse I withdrew my fingers, my own desires now more important than hers. With a rock hard I positioned myself behind Diep whose arse was raised and back arched as though praying for what she was about to receive. She, like the Lord, was thankful and grunted when I thrust my hips and my cockhead opened her lubricated, finger-opened anus. The tip of my shaft disappeared between her arsecheeks, and I felt her tight ring of muscle give way before my relentless pressure. Slowly, inch by inch, I entered her, feeling the warmth and tightness of her shitter envelop me. Diep's moans grew louder, muffled somewhat by her mouth being full of Binh's cunt.

Her moans grew louder as she feasted on Binh's pussy. Binh's legs trembled and her hands clutched the edge of the desk. She tried to hold onto the remainder of her pride, but Diep was a relentless, unstoppable force. Her tongue pleasured Binh's clit, teasing it before she sucked it into her mouth. Soon Binh's eyes rolled back, and she let out a prolonged wail.

As I steadily fucked Diep's arse, Diep screamed out to Binh, "You can fight it all you want, but I'll make you cum no matter how hard you try to resist. You are my bitch."

Binh's grip on the desk tightened, her knuckles white with the effort of fighting and resisting her climax. My eyes were glued to the sight of my cock disappearing into Diep's arse and in my periphery vision the sight of Binh's body betraying her as she grew wetter the more Diep ate her. Despite being head of A department for 4 years and therefore having seen a lot it was a real turn-on for me.

Diep's movements grew more frenzied as she worked her tongue into Binh's pussy. I heard Diep's wet, sloppy oral work and the responding groans from Binh. I felt Diep's anal chute muscles tighten around my cock as she satisfied me as well as Binh. It was all more than I could handle, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost control.

"Boss," Diep panted, sensing I was ready to unload, "Not yet."

Hoping Diep had something else up her sleeve, speaking metaphorically as she was not wearing anything, I desperately fought to not cum. Binh's eyes were blank as Diep's tongue continued to work her clit, each tongue lashing bringing her closer to the edge. "You're going to hate yourself for this, Binh," Diep hissed lifting her head from Binh's wet slit. "But you're going to cum harder than you ever have. You can't stop me from making you cum. And then it will really start."

Binh's breathing grew ragged, her tits heaving as she felt an inescapable orgasm approaching. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the scream that was trying to escape her mouth. My cock thumping into Diep's arse went deeper with each thrust as the eaten Binh's body shook as she felt the pressure from her cunt lapping overpower her. With a final, despairing wail, the dam breached. Binh's body tensed, her cunt muscles clenching and releasing as her orgasm ripped through her. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a keening cry burst from her throat as her cum juices sprayed over Diep's face.

My own climax had somehow been averted. God knows how I managed it, but I did. Diep's mouth continued to work feverishly on Binh's clit, dragging out every skerrick of pleasure from the younger woman. Her blouse was now transparent and clinging, soaked through with the evidence of Binh's submission. Binh's legs trembled uncontrollably against the desk as she rode the waves of another cum, her body spasming with the force of it.

"Now," Diep said to me, "It's your turn, boss. Fuck her throat and destroy it."

I stepped forward, my cock rock hard and slick with lube and Diep's arse juice. Binh's eyes widened as she stared up at me. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breath came in shallow pants. Diep stood and produced a strap-on from her corporate briefcase. It was the same one they had used in their long sexfight yesterday complete with a large dildo that was thick and quivered threateningly when she tensed her cunt muscles.

She arranged Binh doggie style over a chair and positioned the head of the toy at Binh's arse. Binh's eyes narrowed, but she remained silent. What could she do? She had agreed to yesterday's contest and her body now had to accept what was to come. Diep pushed forward, and Binh gasped as the dildo was hammered into her, forcing its way into and filling her arse with a few brutal thrusts.

"Take it, slut," Diep taunted, "You know you want it."

Binh grimaced, but she remained silent, her body betraying the need that Diep's skilled tongue had awoken. I stepped closer, my cock finally under control and safe from cumming. I positioned myself beside Binh, standing on her discarded shapeless clothes.

Diep didn't waste any time, repeatedly burying the strap-on deep in Binh's arse. "Show her your cock, Greg," Diep screamed.

Binh's eyes flicked to me, and like a Roman emperor in the Coliseum, I nodded my vote of yes. Binh's jaw tightened, but she obeyed, her lips forming an O as she awaited her fate. I stepped closer, my cock still needy from watching Diep's preliminary work. The head of my shaft brushed against Binh's cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum. Gripping its shaft, I guided my cock to her mouth, feeling her panicked breath against its sensitive skin.

She took me in her mouth and her botoxed lips closed around my shaft, her tongue tentatively flicking against my rod. The sensation was immediate and I had to grit my teeth and fight to keep from coming right there and then. I knew Diep wanted me to fuck her just as the Asian prostitutes say, long time. Hell, even I have my pride and want to look good so I intended to last.

Binh's body, though tense, was still responding to Diep's fingerwork on her cunt while her arse was receiving the strap-on. As I began to fuck Binh's mouth, I knew this was where I belonged. This was the Corporate Women's World and I was a leader, no make that a God, in it. Binh was a stunningly beautiful Asian woman, but Diep's victory had given me her to use and enjoy. She was at my mercy, her eyes watering and her cheeks hollowing as she took me deeper and deeper. Each time my cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged, but she couldn't, didn't pull away. Instead, she took it like what she now was: a defeated corporate woman paying the price for losing.

Diep pulled out and changed the strap-on to Binh's cunt As I fucked Binh's mouth, Diep's needs were evident in the way she rocked her hips as the strap-on ferociously plunged in and out of Binh's pussy. The sound of flesh slapping flesh echoed around the office as my balls hit Binh's face and Diep's hips her mound. Facing Diep I observed Diep's own orgasm building with each thrust, her movements growing more erratic as she approached her tipping point.

Binh struggled to accommodate my length with her mouth stretched to its limit around my cock. Each time Diep hammered into her, Binh's body jolted forward, forcing my cock deeper down her throat. Her gag reflex fought valiantly, but my face fucking of her was relentless. She grabbed breaths when she could.

Diep's climax grew closer, her breathing coming in short, ragged gasps as she fucked Binh uncontrollably. "Boss," Diep managed to pant out, "Pull out."

I reluctantly obeyed, my cock slipping from Binh's mouth with an audible pop. She coughed, tears in her eyes as she drooled out the saliva that had pooled in her mouth. Diep's own climax was a silent scream, her body trembling as she fought to maintain control, the strap-on buried to the hilt in Binh's cunt.

"Binh," Diep panted as she recovered, her breathing still broken with pleasure, "Do you want to swallow his cum?"

Binh nodded frantically, her mouth open and waiting, an acknowledgement of her defeat. She was eager to please, ready to do what Diep asked, even if it meant degradation, as long as she received cum. This knowledge was too much for Diep. With a final, deep thrust, Diep came again, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. She slumped back exhausted from her efforts.

Binh, filled with a desperate unfulfilled hunger looked up at me. I stepped closer, my cock quivering like a tuning rod over a hidden stream, its head covered with my precum. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips as if she could already taste it. "Please, Boss," Binh pleaded, her voice a hoarse whisper after her throat fuck. "Let me swallow you."

Diep stepped back triumphantly from Binh. She had displayed the power gained from their office sexfight, and now she was about to claim her final victory over the previous number one. She was going to show her complete ownership of my former P. A. "No. Don't cum in her Boss," she said to me. "On your knees," she ordered Binh.

Tears of need in her eyes and still panting from the intense fucking she had just received, Binh did as she was told. Her legs wobbled as she sank to the floor almost collapsing and nearly causing her to crumple. Diep positioned herself in front of Binh's face facing away from her. She bent forward, her hands on the edge of the desk for support, her tight arse pushed back at Binh's face. "Rim me," Diep ordered. "Earn what you are begging for."

Binh looked up at Diep in despair. She was wet with sweat from need and the evidence of her submission. But she had to do this if she wanted to swallow my cum.

Her hand reached out and touched Diep's bare arse cheeks and then her tongue darted tentatively out. Somehow, I still hadn't cum yet, but obviously, I desperately needed to empty my load in someone. Hell, I'd even take Eugene the gay from the 14th floor. But I was enthralled by Diep breaking the beaten Binh and couldn't tear my eyes away. Binh's tongue traced the edge of Diep's arsehole and I enjoyed watching my employees engage in this most primal of acts.

Diep's long moan started as she felt Binh's tongue probe deeper into her back door. Binh held her tongue steady and her cheeks hollowed as she took deep breaths through her nose. Her hand slid around Diep's waist, gripping her hips tightly as she subserviently worked her tongue into Diep's back door.

Meanwhile, Diep's hand had found its way between her own legs, her slender fingers playing with her swollen clit. She watched Binh's ministrations in the reflection of the office window and panted with excitement and her small tits heaving with anticipation. It was the beginning of another orgasm buildup within her. Binh's tongue flicked against Diep's bunghole as driven by the hope of receiving my jizz, she continued her rimming. Diep's moans grew louder, her hip movement matching Binh's rhythm.

My own hand gripped my cock keeping an orgasm at bay while Diep's fingers moved faster as she approached her orgasm. Binh's worked frantically, concentrating solely on satisfying Diep and then having my cock in her mouth. Diep's body tensed, her back arching as she neared Nirvana. Then, with a guttural groan, she came, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

When her orgasm subsided, Diep looked up at me, her face showing the satisfaction of a mission accomplished. On the other hand, Binh, still kneeling, her face flushed and her mouth open, looked up at me with a desperation that was almost painful to see.

Diep was in seventh heaven. She had claimed what she had set out to achieve but she still wanted more. "On your back, bitch," she ordered Binh. Binh whined but obeyed. She was still controlled by the hope of swallowing my cum which I, if she didn't, saw zero chance of Diep allowing. She lay prone on the office floor carpet, her legs spread wide, allowing the wetness that lay between her thighs to drip onto the carpet.

Diep stepped over her, the strap-on reattached around her waist, its dildo swaying purposefully and still covered with the evidence of Binh's submission. She straddled Binh, naked except for the strap-on and her red, high-heeled shoes. "Boss," she gloated seeing Binh's distress. "Do you want to cum?"

I looked at the prostrate Binh and went with the winner. I motioned to Diep to continue. With the strap-on leading the way Diep lowered herself close to Binh's face. Binh's eyes widened in surprise, and she protested. "What are you doing?" she exclaimed, trying to push Diep away.

But Diep was merciless in victory. "Letting you taste my victory while I swallow our boss," she taunted.

Binh's protests became muffled as Diep lowered herself into her face. The strap-on's phallic intrusion opened her mouth and the leather of the harness rasped against her skin. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized she was not going to swallow me. This was what Diep wanted. Binh's complete humiliation.

"Open your mouth," Diep demanded. Binh's body tensed, but she had no choice and her lips parted to accept the strap-on. Diep's cunt wetness oozed along the dildo onto Binh's face as she fucked Binh's mouth. The defeated Binh was unable to do anything but accept it and taste her own cum juice on the dildo in her mouth. Deep down, she knew she would have done similar if she had won.

It was how the Corporate Women's world operated. It was where the best and strongest rose to the top and then ground those below them under their heel. Diep held the hardness of my cock in her hand and slid her body back and forth, her hips moving in a steady rhythm as she fucked Binh's mouth. Binh's mouth was wide open, her cheeks hollowed by her efforts to not gag.

The smaller secondary dildo of the strap-on in Diep's cunt was having its effect on her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her moans grew louder as she approached another climax. Her movements grew more frenzied, her cunt slapping against Binh's face. Her hand reached down and went into overdrive on Binh's nipples. Binh's body arched, her back bowing off the floor as Diep's cunt ground against her mouth, the strap-on relentlessly reaching and entering the back of her throat to demand her complete and utter surrender.

Diep's hand tightened around my cock and she dragged it to her mouth. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as she closed in on her orgasm. Her movements grew more frenzied and her hips bucked as she screamed and enjoyed a long cum. Binh's body quivered beneath her, a result of the hammering that her mouth was receiving.

Finally, Diep's body convulsed as she came again very hard. She pulled out and stepped away, breathless and triumphant, her legs shaking from the intensity of her sexual release. Binh lay on the floor, her mouth wide open. She desperately looked up at me, her eyes pleading for relief from the torment of her unsatisfied desire. But I saw Diep was not finished with her and why would I stop it as I was enjoying Diep's performance.

My sucked cock was again throbbing with the need for release but Diep slid it out of her mouth and turned her attention back to Binh, who lay there, defeated and nearly broken. Diep knelt herself over Binh's face and with one swift move, she pushed back and impaled herself on my cock as I knelt behind her, her body taking me in with a moan that would wake the dead.

All that Binh, prone on her back, could see was Diep's cunt being fucked by me inches above her face. Diep pushed back at me, her movements frantic and erratic as she accepted my cock totally. The sensation for me was incredible and it only intensified when Binh's tongue flicked upward to taste the remnants of Diep's cum on my cock.

The sound of our bodies slapping together accompanied our fucking. Diep's moans had morphed into a long wail and her hips still moved with a hunger for more. She was lost in the throes of passion, having claimed what she wanted but was intent on taking more.

Binh's eyes were unfocused as she watched Diep and I fuck inches above her face, her own arousal evident in the way her tits heaved and the short, desperate gasps of air that she grabbed. Her hand slid down to her clit, her fingers moving in time with Diep's hips. But she was denied even that small act of relief.

"No," Diep growled, "You don't cum until I allow it."

Binh's hand froze, and she whimpered, desperately needing release. Diep's body tensed as she drew near to another climax and her cunt muscles clenched around my cock like a moving vice. Her body moved faster, more urgently as she brought me closer to the point of no return. And then, with a final, guttural groan, she was there, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. It was the final straw and I unloaded into my new P. A.

When the last tremors of Diep's climax subsided, she pulled away from my deflated cock and stepped away from Binh, leaving her on the floor, desperate to cum but still denied. Diep's face was one of triumph and completion. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction while Binh's body heaved with unspent passion and need as she curled up on the floor weeping.

"Get up," Diep ordered, and Binh slowly complied, her legs shaking as she rose to her feet. She glared at Diep who smirked in response. A response that told me who was in charge. "Now, dress and go fetch me a coffee," Diep ordered. Binh's eyes narrowed, but she had no fight left in her. She turned on her heel and left, her body devoid of any self-pride.

When Binh returned with the coffee, she meekly and deferentially placed it on Diep's desk. Diep took a sip, and licked her lips, a gloating smile etched on her lips. Binh's eyes stared at the floor, unable to meet the victor's gaze. "Thank you, Binh," Diep said sweetly, the sugar in her voice not hiding her contempt. Binh clenched her fists and her jaw tightened with the efforts of maintaining her composure, but that was all she could do.

The rest of the day passed without incident. Binh was banished to L section where the lowest, the learners and the losers worked while Diep sat at her old desk. For me, I let my mind replay over and over what I had witnessed. I had no doubt it was an inspired decision on my part to elevate Diep from the general pool and match her in a sexfight against Binh for the number one position. I had plucked her randomly from the female staff pool to accompany me on a trip to Sydney. Of course, they all fucked the boss when taken on an interstate trip, but I had seen something special in her that weekend and matched her well above her ranking in yesterday's sexfight with Binh, the number one and my P. A.

As the workday drew to a close, Diep and I visited L section. Her hips swayed in a rhythm manufactured to taunt Binh, who was busy filing documents, her lowered eyes never straying from her work. "Boss," Diep purred. "I've organized a staff briefing." She leant over Binh's desk, her tits pushing against the fabric of her blouse. She was playing the corporate game. Flaunt what you have.

"What for?" I asked.

"This beaten bitch will apologise," Diep said, her eyes never leaving Binh. "On her knees, in the conference room, in front of everyone."

Binh's eyes widened in horror, but she said nothing. Up till this point inter-woman power plays were personal. Yes, the staff may guess and talk, but it wasn't thrust in their faces. With a resigned sigh, she pushed her chair back, stood up and followed Diep and me into the conference room. Her downcast eyes, her posture and demeanour broadcating absolute defeat.

Diep had gathered the rest of the office there, their curiosity piqued by the unusual request. They watched in stunned silence as Diep positioned Binh in the front of the room. Binh's face was flushed with humiliation, but she remained silent, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Diep leaned against the conference table, her shapely legs crossed and fully displaying her upper thighs. She was the picture of calm confidence, sipping on her coffee as if she had just concluded a normal afternoon tea break. From the staff's view, Binh, on the other hand, was a changed woman. Her shapeless clothes ballooned over her, her hair was dishevelled and zombie-like eyes were set in a forlorn face.

The employees shifted awkwardly in their seats, unsure of what to make of and how to respond to the unscheduled meeting. Diep made Binh kneel on the table at the front so even those at the back could see. She finished her coffee then her hand reached out, her fingers tracing the line of Binh's jaw, forcing her to look up. "Apologise," she said in a soft voice that masked her control of Binh.

Binh's eyes snapped to hers, a spark of rebellion flickered but it died almost immediately. She took a deep breath and whispered, "I'm sorry, Diep."

"Not good enough," Diep said menacingly. "Tell them why you're sorry."

Binh's jaw tightened, but she continued. "I'm sorry for underestimating you," she said, the words hurting her as she said them. "For treating you badly. For thinking that just because I'm younger but more experienced I would win."

Diep's smile was cold. "And," she commanded.

"You are the better woman," Binh finished as tears ran down her face.

That's better," Diep said, her thumb brushing against Binh's lower lip. "Now, tell me what you're going to do to make it up to me."

Binh's eyes narrowed, but she knew she had no choice. "I'll do whatever you want," she said, her voice barely carrying to the back of the room.

Diep proudly gazed around the room. "Oh, you will," she said "But first, I think it's time for everyone to see how I now own you." With that, she stepped away from Binh, to allow the staff to concentrate solely on Binh. "Binh," she said firmly. "Strip."

The room collectively inhaled in shock as Binh's hands undid the buttons of her shapeless shirt, one by one, to reveal the grandmother-style bra beneath, the plain bra cups cutting into her skin. It was an overt display of her defeat in the Corporate Women's world where sexy lingerie was sacred and paramount. Her hands moved to the waistband of her trousers, sliding them down her legs to reveal the plain panties she now wore.

The shocked staff took in the sight of Binh's pile of discarded clothes and mentally compared it with Diep's office slut wear. There was only one winner there. "Now, spread your legs," Diep ordered.

Binh complied slowly, her body shaking as she opened herself up before the room. As she did that Diep stripped and attached the well-used strap-on, climbed on the table and knelt before her. Her hand reached out to trace the wetness that had pooled between Binh's thighs. "Look at her," she said, her voice echoing through the room. "Look at how badly she wants it. She wants to cum in front of you."

The employees couldn't tear their eyes away, despite the mix of shock and arousal on their faces. Binh's humiliation was being paraded before them by Diep. "Beg for it," Diep whispered, her breath hot against Binh's skin. "Beg me to make you come."

Binh took a deep breath and whispered, "Please, Diep. I need it." Diep's hand slid up Binh's thigh, her fingertips brushing against her cunt. "Please," Binh repeated, her voice growing more desperate with each touch.

Binh's eyes followed Diep as she stepped closer. She jerked her hips and the strap-on twitched as menacing a sight as a prison guard's baton. Diep's hands slid to Binh's body and cupped her tits. Binh's body trembled at the touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Diep, please," she begged, her voice a whimper. Diep leant in and her mouth captured one of Binh's nipples, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Binh's moan grew louder, her body arching into the touch. Diep's other hand slid down Binh's belly, her fingers reaching the wetness between her thighs.

My own cock was painfully hard, the sight of the two women playing out Corporate Women's world power dynamics in front of my staff was driving me wild as it would any male watcher. Diep's fingers began to work their magic, her touch light and teasing. Binh's hips bucked and her hands reached out to grasp the edge of the conference table. "Please," she moaned again, her eyes squeezed shut.

Diep chuckled, her fingers moving faster, her mouth still working Binh's nipple. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" she boasted loud enough for all to hear. Binh's eyes snapped open, meeting Diep's in a silent plea for relief.

The silence from the staff in the room was omnipresent and their eyes stayed glued on what was being played out before them. Binh's body was taut and strained and then, with a cry that was part pleasure, part hatred, she shattered. Her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm. Her cum juice squirted past Diep to stain the carpet. There was a moment of shocked silence. Then the department meeting room erupted in applause, as people stood and clapped and cheered. Diep bowed, her face triumphant as Binh collapsed and rolled off the table, a limp mess of need and humiliation.

Diep turned to me. "Finish her," she said. I stepped forward, my cock aching with need. I stepped up to her, my cock held in one hand.

Looking up from the floor Binh whimpered, "Please." Whether it was a plea for mercy or an invitation, I couldn't tell and didn't bother to find out.

Diep stepped aside, watching with an amused smile as I took her place between Binh's legs. I grabbed Binh's hair, pulling her head back until she was staring up at me. "You're going to suck me off," I commanded.

I pushed my cock into her mouth, filling her mouth. As I fucked her face, Diep ordered the female staff to strip and get ready to use Binh. The 19 Vietnamese female employees that made up my V department exchanged nervous glances before complying and stripping, revealing a variety of body shapes and ages. After all V department was an equal opportunity employer, as long as you were a female and Asian. While they were doing this, I emptied my pent-up load into Binh's throat.

The first woman Diep called up was the new, shy intern named Vy, who approached Binh with trepidation and some arousal showing despite her nerves. She put on the strap-on and guided it into Binh's mouth, forcing Binh to deepthroat the silicone monster. Binh gagged and drooled around the shaft, her eyes pleading for mercy, but none came when Vy looked to Diep for guidance.

The next cab off the rank called by Diep was Mai, a 40-year-old woman with a mature, curvy body who was Binh's best friend and support in office politics. She was hesitant to do this to her friend but also knew she had to please the new alpha of the office. Directed by Diep, she knelt on the floor, positioning herself so that Diep's still-dripping pussy was over her face and started licking the new number one in front of her best friend, Binh.

Vy had grown in confidence and stopped face fucking Binh and moved behind the kneeling ex-number one and pushed her onto all fours. Within seconds Binh's body jerked and convulsed as Vy entered her. But it was not the strap-on that was entering Binh. It was Vy's fingers and then her wrist that disappeared into Binh's stretched pussy. Diep's body jerked with the sudden pain, a whine escaping her gagged mouth which was now pleasuring her friend Mai's cunt who was still enthusiastically eating the new number one, Diep.

Binh's groaned as she realized the full extent of what Vy was doing. She tried to pull away, but Vy's hand was gripping her hair keeping her in place. "Take it," Vy said in a threatening voice. "Take it all, slut," she continued as her fist pumped in and out of Binh's pussy, her own arousal growing with every grunt and whine from Binh.

Fuck, by luck I had selected another top pick in Vy. I had selected her on looks alone, but she was displaying real Corporate Women's world attributes.

Binh's muffled screams were heard by the other employees as they watched: some with envy and others with horror. But they all knew that now Diep was setting the agenda and they had to participate to keep their position in the office hierarchy. One by one, they lined up, eager to show their loyalty to Diep. A busty secretary pulled Mai away from Binh's tongue and rammed the strap-on into Diep's mouth, making her gag and choke around it. Then the quiet bespectacled Chinese accountant, Liu, surprised everyone by being particularly rough when she fisted Binh's arsehole. Anong, the Thai receptionist, a petite woman with a sadistic streak, enjoyed her turn making one fist disappear into Binh's pussy, the other into her arse with a viciousness that had to be seen to be believed.

As Diep, now eaten by Vy who had obviously decided closeness to Diep was the way to go, watched, the strap-on was passed around from employee to employee. Each woman took their turn to dominate the once-alpha Binh, who was finally left a shuddering train wreck: her body was used and abused for entertainment by my Asian female office staff.

Diep had played it excellently. With her favouritism of the intern Vy, she had secured her unwavering loyalty and unqualified support. Then, by having the staff fuck Binh she had taken away any support among them for Binh as they had publicly committed the acts against Binh, plus Diep had also shown her power over them by displaying what she was capable of doing to anyone.

Played it well except for one thing. That title of Aretha Franklin's anthem, R E S P E C T. said it all. She had DISRESPECTED ME in front of my staff by not asking me for permission to do that to Binh. Even Ray Charles and Stevie Wonder would see that. Of course, if she had asked, I would have approved it in a heartbeat. I thought her plan to consolidate her position was as good as any I had ever witnessed. But that was not the point. She had not asked me for permission and the Corporate Women's world cannot operate that way.

It was a week later to the day. Binh was working back alone in L section on some urgent paperwork that had mysteriously appeared ten minutes before the office closed on her desk stamped 'Priority One'. I opened the door and strode to her desk.

"What are you doing here? You know Diep will not allow me alone with you. You must go before she finds out. Go now before she hears of it." Her voice trailed off and her eyes widened as she saw I was naked from the waist down complete with a hard-on.

She tore her eyes away and tried to leave the room but I moved quickly and had my arms around her. She tried to escape but her struggles slowed and stopped. I kissed her and she tried to twist her head away but I persisted and she gradually accepted my tongue.

"I'm here because I feel Diep has nearly broken you, even though it has taken her a week rather than the two days she had predicted." Diep, in her attempts to completely physically and mentally break Binh, had now resorted to spending half of her awake hours fucking, demeaning and degrading, sexually using and displaying that she, not Binh, was fucking me.

Yes, she was enjoying it but she was frustrated by the fact that complete, total control had not yet been achieved. However, Diep was now on the verge of that happening. Binh no longer bristled with hatred, she was almost submissive, and she enjoyed making Diep cum and lived for those carefully judged moments when Diep tenderly took her to orgasm after orgasm. Even her first words on seeing me in front of her desk were spoken in fear of Diep finding out.

"But I believe you still have a core she can't break." As I spoke, I stroked her tit through the shapeless dress Binh now made her wear. Her nipple stiffened to hardness. She tried to stop my other hand as it lifted her dress and found her naked pussy. Naked so that Diep could take her any time with a strap-on. It was wet.

"See, your body knows the truth", I said as I knelt and my tongue found her familiar cunt and zeroed in on her pulsing clit.

"Don't", she said trying to push me away. "Diep will kill me if you have sex with me."

"Bill Clinton proved to Congress that oral is not having sexual relationships," I replied in between licks of her wet cunt. Then I lashed her clit repeatedly and drove my tongue in. A long low guttural moan came from deep within her. I guided one of her hands to my quivering cock. "It needs you to suck it", I stated.

We lay on the sofa in 69. As my tongue explored her pussy and arse, gently at first, but with increasing intensity, Binh jacked my dick with both hands. After doing this and thoroughly coating the head of my dick with my pre-cum, she leant down and blew a hot, wet breath along the length of my cock. When she gently squeezed my balls, my cock jumped involuntarily.

Binh smiled to herself and took just the tip of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the opening at the tip of my cock and tasting the pre-cum there. As she used her tongue on my cock head and trilled around the sensitive ridge, my cock jumped again and my hips involuntarily flexed slightly.

And then my tongue work on her pussy had its first success. Binh exploded as an orgasm shook her and, in a trance-like state, she brought her head forward, kissing and licking my throbbing cock head. She opened her mouth and swallowed my cock taking the head and upper shaft into her mouth. It was a tight fit and her mouth was stretched to its maximum, forming a tight seal around my cock. She moved her head slowly up and down making wet, noisy, slobbering sounds and trickles of saliva oozed from the corners of her mouth as she continued taking the length of my cock into her welcoming, wet mouth.

I was getting ready to come but Binh semi-squeezed my balls and put her thumb on the pressure point at the base of my cock and, if possible, took me further into her mouth sucking even harder, and trilling her tongue in circular swirls.

I had both hands on her hips as I ate her now sopping wet cunt, but I didn't need to guide her. She was moving her cunt, showing me when and where she wanted lapping, wanted clit lashing, actively thrusting against my mouth. She was holding me off cumming with her thumb but I could feel my balls pulling into my body in anticipation of a massive cum.

Meanwhile, I was swallowing torrents of cum juice from Binh. I would feel her shudder, feel her moan and vibrate my cock inside her mouth, squirt her cum in my mouth and take me deeper. My cock reached the back of her throat and I stopped. But Diep had been face fucking her with big dildos and she grabbed my arse and pulled my hips closer and my cock down her throat. I felt my cockhead bump her tonsils, almost triggering her gag reflex. She conjured up another gurgle of saliva, which dribbled uncontrollably down her neck as she accepted all my cock and orgasmed again. I felt her oesophagus constrict around my tool, squeezing and milking it as inch after inch disappeared down her windpipe.

Realising that she could take it fully I continued to guide my cock down her gullet. I could actually see the thickness of my shaft bulging out against the skin of her throat. She didn't stop until my balls were lying on the bridge of her nose, and my cock was root-deep in her face. Her nostrils flared wide and I felt her throat expand and then my pubic hair brushed her lips and somehow my balls were in her mouth.

Her grip on the base of my cock was gone and I couldn't hold back any longer. With a yell of pent-up release, I froze with my cock deep in her throat, gave an agonised groan and blasted out a full load of seed. She stared up at me, eyes wide, as I came hard, releasing huge secondary cum shots into her mouth as my balls emptied fully. Her throat worked desperately as she struggled to cope with the flood of semen that I was shooting into her. She swallowed faster, trying to gulp down my jizz as my cock pumped it out. With my cock filling her mouth completely allowing no escape for my seed, there were only two places for it to go. Most she managed to swallow like a starving orphan at a restaurant but plenty flooded out her nostrils. Not a pretty sight I must say.

Despite the orgasms wracking her body she just kept sucking my cock, swallowing its load and draining the last of the sperm that had erupted forth from my balls. After I had collapsed back and was idly caressing her hair, she let my softening cock slip out of her mouth and moved up to kiss me.

I spoke. "I am going to ask Diep for a special present. It is going to be watching you and her sexfight to the finish in four days' time in front of the staff, not in private. No best ofs, just a contest till one can't continue. And she will accept it because I will convince her it will be the final straw that breaks you completely. "

Binh gave a feral grin which I took to mean she thought that was a great idea before I told her to leave as the paperwork was now not urgent. I was pleased. It would be a great contest. Their original contest was close. It was younger versus older, plus Binh's incentive for revenge. Furthermore, thanks to Diep's idea of including the staff it would not just rely on hearsay to be spread through the office grapevine. Overall great work on my part, I thought and reminded everyone who was the real boss.

I reached for my phone. Thirty minutes later when the buzzer sounded, I remotely opened the after-hour access door and waited for the lift to reach the 22nd floor. Vy entered.

"Vy, I need to travel to Sydney tomorrow and require an assistant. I have selected you."

"What about Diep, she is your number one?" she queried. "I am only a new intern and inexperienced and she is considered the most attractive."

"Was the most attractive. I now rate her as number two in that area. This client has a super-hot female assistant and I need better than Diep to match the optics. We have time tonight to buy you some slut wear to outdo this Chinese bitch they have. A lot of people would say I am foolish selecting you, you are not ready, etc., but I think you can rise to the occasion. What do you think."

Stripping off her Corporate Women's World business attire, she replied as she placed her hands on my desk and bent forward, "Don't worry I am ready."

As I entered her, I thought to myself, 'You always have to plan ahead to stay ahead in this game.'