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As a result she had to fabricate a meeting between herself and 'Mr Jackson'. He'd dressed himself in a smart suit and tie but still looked like the out of condition, fat, drinker that he was. He was shown into her office by Kathryn's young, attractive secretary.

"Who's that horny little bitch, babe?" He asked after the girl had left the room.

"Er, that's Susan, she's my secretary."

"Nice, does she like to fuck?"

Kathryn's face coloured at his crude language. "I...I'm not sure, it's not something I'd like to discuss with an employee."

He smirked and looked at her expectantly. "Aren't you forgetting something, babe? I'm a potential customer, and I like to be referred to as Mr Jackson, or sir. Do you think you could manage that?"

"Y...yes of course, I'm sorry, Mr Jackson."

"I would prefer you not to forget that in future, Miss er...Wallis. You are a 'Miss' aren't you, Miss Wallis. I don't imagine you're married, are you? I can't see a man taking a particular interest in you, no offence of course."

She was offended of course, and struggled not to show it.

"So what do you do all day love, toss yourself off in your little office while the proles do all the work?"

He leaned back comfortably in his chair and enjoyed the sight of the red flush slowly making its way up her neck

"Not quite, Jason...Sorry, Mr Jackson. I oversee everyone's work and I organise..."

"Yeah, yeah babe, I'm sure you must be very busy telling everyone else what to do." He interrupted rudely. "Anyway, I'm not here to here you witter about yourself, let me see your tits."

She looked at him and then glanced at the door, was he serious?

"Come on, babe get those tiny little things out and show them to me. That's unless you want me to take you over my knee again?"

With a last glance at the door, her hands went to the buttons at the collar of her cream blouse. Slowly she unbuttoned herself and pulled the garment apart. For a minute she sat and looked at him, would that be enough? His face told her otherwise, she pulled down her pale blue, push-up bra and allowed her firm little breasts to spill out.

"That's good babe, but know I want you to button up your blouse again but leave them flopping out like a cow's udders, can you do that for me? I know they're only little but we can pretend that they're a real woman's size"

Shamefaced, she obeyed. She'd always had a bit of a thing about the size of her boobs, well actually the lack of size. She almost always wore a push-up bra to try and make the most of what little she actually had.

"So what I want to know love is there a place in your organisation for a hard-working young chap like me?"

She could feel her heart beat quicker, what did he mean by that? Surely he couldn't be serious?

"Erm...I'm not sure what you mean ...Mr Jackson."

"What I mean, you dimwit, is that I want to be given a job here. I'm sick of labouring; I'd rather do a piss-easy job like this, and at the same time take in all the available pussy." He smiled conspiratorially showing his discoloured teeth.

"B...but what did you have in mind, all our employees are graduates..."

"Are you saying I'm stupid or something, too dumb to push papers around all day? His voice had taken on that familiar threatening tone that she knew all too well.

"N...no it's not that. What I meant was..."

"I know what you meant alright, you stuck-up bitch. Come over here."

"I...I don't think this is the time or the place, Jason."

"Now!"

Reluctantly she got to her feet and made her way over to him, her unfettered breasts naked and wobbling.

"Stand facing your desk."

"P...please, Jason I..."

Craack

The two heavy, open handed slaps echoed around her smart office. He'd simply lifted her skirt and slapped her once across the back of each uncovered thigh. She struggled not to cry out and draw attention to herself. She felt him stand up behind and grab both her breasts. He squeezed and mauled them painfully, grinding his erect cock into the back of her pinstriped skirt. His fingers felt for and gripped both her engorged nipples. He squeezed and pulled them sharply upwards.

Despite the situation, Kathryn couldn't quite stifle a squeal of pain. He pulled her further upwards, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes. His right hand dropped to the waistband of her skirt and forced its way underneath it. He ran his finger down the length of her lips and then found her clitoris. He toyed with her, squeezing her left breast and sliding his finger in and out of her pussy. To her everlasting shame she could feel herself rapidly moistening.

"You like this, don't you babe?" he whispered into her ear. "Even your tiny, schoolgirl tits get all excited when I do this don't they? When I get you home tonight you're going to get your bare bottom thrashed, you know that don't you?"

She moaned and mumbled something indecipherable. He inserted two fingers into her wet cunt. She squirmed against him, her plump backside outlined by her tight skirt. It didn't take long, the relentless thrusting fingers, the thrill of her possible discovery, and the whispered abuse regarding her appearance and the fact that she was a 'tiny-titted, cock-hungry whore' soon sent her over the edge.