Revenge of the Hotty

This is a sequel to "Office Hotty", and is the story of Brandy's revenge on the man who tried to take advantage of her and humiliate her in his office. This story is much different from my usual tale of mutual sexual pleasure. The revenge that she takes is violent and humiliating for him, and if that would bother you, you probably shouldn't read about it.

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"Brandy? This is Mr. Strong. Come into my office. Right now."

That was the terse message that Brandy received when she answered her telephone early Friday morning. She was not really surprised to receive it and believed he would want to do more of what he would consider to be the degrading things he had done to her a few days earlier. She smiled at the thought, because she had actually enjoyed the session, although he hadn't known that. His cock had been big and hard and had brought more pleasure to her mouth and pussy than most of those she had known before. Even the things he had demanded she say to him were the kind of things she liked to tell her lovers. Under other circumstances, the sex they had would have been consensual. More important than how much fun she had, though, his actions had given her an opportunity to take control of her future in the company where they both worked. He didn't know that yet, but he would be learning it soon.

Brandy knocked on the door and entered when ordered to do so. Mr. Maxwell Strong, looking big and intimidating, was sitting at his desk, and he scowled when the young woman entered. "Well, what have you fucked up today?" he asked her.

"I-I don't know, sir. Nothing, I hope."

"Whether you did or not, your fuckup the other day was bad enough to make up for it. I've had four people working overtime to try to replace all the data you lost, and they don't know if they can do it or not. What do you propose to do about it?"

"I'll do anything I can, sir. Anything you ask me to do."

She knew he was lying to her because the company's main frame had replaced the important file the instant it was deleted. Nothing had been lost and no harm had been done. Brandy knew that but Strong didn't know she knew, and she expected to take advantage of his ignorance.

He smiled to himself. He had already made the young hotty do a lot and he would be making her do a lot more. She was the sexiest girl in the office, tall, with long dark hair, big tits and a really gorgeous ass. Her face was beautiful too, with big brown eyes and delicate features, especially her very pretty mouth. Best of all, she was only 18 years old, and naïve. He intended to take advantage of that naiveté.

You know, I could fire you, and maybe I should. If I did, you'd never get another job anywhere, after I told everybody what a stupid incompetent you are. You wouldn't like that much, would you?"

"No sir. Please don't fire me, Mr. Strong. I really need this job."

He couldn't help grinning a bit at her total subservience. Mr. Strong wrote his address on a memo form and handed it to her. "My wife is out of town for the weekend. Come over to this address at nine o'clock tonight. And bring an overnight bag. Okay, now get back to work, and try to avoid fucking up anything else."

"Please, sir. Don't make me come to your house." After her experience earlier that week, Brandy was fully aware of what kind of things he intended to do to her.

"Shut up and quit whining. You heard what I told you, now you'd better do it, if you ever expect to work here or anywhere else."

"Y-yes, sir. I'll be there."

Brandy turned and left. Mr. Strong admired her as she left his office. Good as she looked in her short, tight skirt, he knew her ass looked even better naked, with creamy white skin, flawless, except she probably still had the marks where he had slapped her. Briefly, he wondered why she was carrying her purse instead of locking it in her desk, but he put the idea out of his mind as being not important. He was much more interested in thinking about what he would do to her that night. First, he would make her suck him off, and swallow his cum. He rather favored the idea of fucking that gorgeous ass next, but he knew her pussy was also beautiful. There was no hurry; he would decide later.

Promptly at nine o'clock that night, Brandy rang the doorbell at the address she had been given. Strong answered the door with the same stern look on his face, but grinning inwardly when he saw the overnight bag that had replaced her purse. The girl wore the same green skirt as she had in the office but had changed from the pumps she had worn to sneakers. Her upper body was covered with a red zippered jacket. Although not as sexy looking as she had been earlier, that didn't bother him. He would have her completely naked in a few minutes anyhow.

Strong had decided that, after she had sucked his cock for a while, he would fuck her between her luscious tits before cumming into her mouth. Doing that had been really great earlier that week, like two soft, warm, living pillows. After she had swallowed his cum, he would make her suck his cock until it was fully hard again, then lie face down on his bed where he would give it to her up the ass. In the morning, he would repeat the sequence, except he would probably fuck her pussy. In between the sex acts he would force her to perform, he expected to spank her and make her say lewd things to him as he had in the office. Maxwell Strong was looking forward to a really fun night and morning with the hotty.

"Come in," he ordered her brusquely, and, after she did as he ordered, he locked the door behind her, dropping the key into his bathrobe pocket.

Brandy stood in the foyer of the house, looking with nothing but contempt at the man standing before her in his bathrobe and pajamas, like some Hugh Hefner wannabe. Even though she had enjoyed what happened in his office earlier that week, that hadn't been his intention. He had wanted to use her and degrade her, and she was sure he expected to do more of the same thing in his house. She had other plans for what would happen, though, and who would be used and degraded. When he reached out to grab her arm, she slapped it away and stepped out of his reach.

"Don't get grabby, Maxie."

Outraged, the rejected man retorted "I'm still 'Mr. Strong' to you, young lady. And, if you know what's good for you, you'll come with me and do what I tell you."

"You're shit to me, Maxie, and if you know what's good for you, you'll do what I say. Now, shut up and listen."

Brandy reached into her overnight bag, pulled out a tiny cassette recorder, and turned it on. Horrified, Maxwell Strong heard their conversation from that morning, ending with him ordering her to come to his house, and her reluctantly agreeing to do so.

"This is just a copy, of course." Brandy informed the sputtering Strong. "The original is at home, with my roommate and some other friends, along with the memo with your address. It's in your handwriting and has your fingerprints all over it. They also have the description of that stupid tattoo on your right hip. They know where I was going tonight, and I called them on my cell phone just before I walked up to your door, so don't think you can get away with any funny stuff."

"You bitch! You dirty little cunt! You're fired! Now, get the hell out of my house. Nobody would ever believe you anyhow."

"Not so fast, Maxie. If I'm fired, you're worse than shit. Do you know what rape and sexual harassment are? They're what you'll be charged with unless you do what I say. And after the law hears my recording and sees the other stuff I've got, they're what you'll go to prison for. I don't think you'd like it there very much. And they'll believe me alright, after they hear from the other women you've abused."

Like many bullies, Maxwell Strong was a coward at heart. Seeing that the girl had the upper hand, he utterly caved in to her. "What do you want?"

"What I came over here for. Some nice, hot sex. Now, turn around and undress. Take off all your clothes."

Strong turned around and removed his robe and pajamas, leaving himself naked except for the slippers he wore. Although he couldn't see her, Brandy was also removing her clothing and stuffing it into her overnight bag. Expecting to be naked shortly after arriving, she hadn't worn much more than had been visible, and she finished undressing seconds after he did.

"Take off the slippers, too, Maxie." After he had complied, she ordered him to his hands and knees.

Maxwell Strong had occasionally given horsy-back rides to children, but Brandy was no child. Just as naked as he was, but carrying her overnight bag, she climbed onto his back and hooked her legs under his fat belly. From the bag, she removed a leather dog collar with metal studs and an attached chain. After buckling the collar around his neck, she yanked on the other end and let him know what she wanted next.

"Hi-ho, Maxie. Giddyup!"

Strong stayed on his hands and knees with Brandy straddling his back, but refused to move. She reached into her bag again, pulled out a short-handled leather quirt and whipped him hard on one of his fat, white buttocks, leaving a red welt.

"Hey!" he cried out in surprise and pain and anger, and he started trying to stand up.

"Shut the fuck up, Maxie. I said 'giddyup' and that's what I meant. Now, giddyup." To emphasize what she meant, Brandy whipped the other side of his ass, leaving a matching welt.

Slowly, Strong started walking on his hands and knees, Brandy riding on his back. "Faster!" she cried, and her quirt put another bright red welt on him, this time on his thigh. He grudgingly started moving faster.

"That's better. Show me around the house, Maxie." By yanking on the chain attached to the dog collar, Brandy told her steed where she wanted him to go.

After several minutes of riding around the first floor of the house, Brandy became tired of the game, while Strong just became tired. "Okay, Maxie. I came here for some fucking, so let's get it on. Take me to your bedroom." Obediently, he carried her to the foot of the stairs, but he stopped there.

"I can't carry you upstairs. You're too big and I'm too tired."

Brandy thought about that. She could see how flabby the man was, and how red his face and neck were, and she could hear him panting. Having him collapse from a heart attack was something she really didn't want, at least not while she was there. "Okay. You don't have to carry me." Brandy stood up but continued straddling him. "Now, giddyup again." Once more, she used her whip on his ass.

Laboriously, on his hands and knees, Strong climbed the long flight of stairs, Brandy keeping pace as she walked above him. When they reached the top of the stairs, he gestured down the hall with his chin. "It's down that way."

"Okay, Maxie, then that's where we're going." Brandy sat on his back once more, hooked her legs around his waist, and yanked on the chain to steer him. When he was a little slower than she liked, she slashed him with her quirt again. Brandy still had red marks where he had slapped her ass, and she wanted to do more than just get even.

Down to the end of the hall he carried her, until they stopped at a heavy wooden door. Brandy opened it and rode up to a large four-poster bed, where Strong stopped to wait and see what else she would demand. His intention had been to have various kinds of sex with her, and she had expressed a desire to fuck, but he was certain they were not thinking of even close to the same things.

Brandy dismounted. "Okay, Maxie, up into the bed. Lie on your back."

Slowly, Strong got to his feet. His knees were sore from walking on them, but not as sore as his back was from the unaccustomed strain of carrying the girl. When he lay down, it was very gingerly, trying to keep his ass from touching the sheet. Although he had covered the bed with satin sheets, in anticipation of bedding the hotty, pain washed through his body every time he even touched them with the welts from where he had been quirted. He was so pre-occupied with the soreness and pain that he didn't notice what was happening until Brandy had shackled his right wrist to the bedpost.

"Don't worry, Maxie. I won't leave you here. I'll unlock these after the fucking is over for the night."

As Brandy walked around to the other side of the bed, carrying the other set of cuffs, Strong couldn't help but notice just what a sexy body she had. Even so, he was not the least bit aroused. Earlier that evening, his cock had been stiff from thinking of what he was going to do to the girl, and what he would force her to do, but by that time it was soft and he was wishing he had never seen her.

"C'mon, Maxie, give me your other hand." When he balked, Brandy locked one cuff to the bedpost, reached out to grab his wrist and yanked it to her. Although he was stronger than she, his tiredness and soreness and pain kept him from putting up any more than token resistance. Less than a minute later, both of Maxwell Strong's wrists were securely shackled to the posts at the head of his own bed.

Smiling with satisfaction, Brandy looked at the large, naked man on the bed in front of her. At one time he may have been something of a hunk, but now he was just a fat, tired man. Even his cock, which she knew to be long and thick when it was erect, lay flaccid against his thigh. Brandy reached out and flicked it with her finger.

"Gee, Maxie, I thought you wanted to fuck, but you sure don't look like you're ready. Don't I turn you on tonight? I know what might help. Maybe you need me to give you some head, like I did in your office."

Brandy climbed onto the bed to kneel beside Strong, and reached out to gently take his cock in her hand. From the sight of her gorgeous breasts and ass, and from her soft hand fondling him, it began to stir.

"That's a little better; I can see you're trying. But we need more than that if we're going to do any fucking." She leaned forward to take his limp cock into her mouth and roll it around with her tongue. Brandy smiled to herself when she felt it start to stiffen under her expert ministrations. She didn't care if he had any fun or not, but she wanted to get his big cock hard and into her pussy again.

Although he had lost all interest in sex by that time, Strong's body reacted to what the hotty's mouth was doing. Almost against his will, his cock started to become hard, until it reached the point where she could start stroking it with her lips. He watched the girl move closer, and saw her head begin bobbing up and down as she took his stiffening cock into her mouth. With every movement of her head, he could feel her lips caressing him and her tongue licking the shaft, making it gradually grow closer to an erection.

Brandy took the semi-erect cock out of her mouth, licked around the head and held it in her fingers. It was almost hard enough for her purposes, and she wanted her pussy to be ready when the cock was. "You know, Maxie, this doesn't seem fair. I'm giving you some nice head and you're not doing anything for me. Let's change that, shall we?"

She slung one leg over him and, before he could object, she was pressing her pussy against his unwilling face. Brandy had shaved herself there before coming over, so it was as smooth as it had been in Strong's office earlier that week. At that time, he had regarded her pussy, what he thought of as her cunt, as a thing of beauty, but that had been under much different circumstances. Maxwell Strong was one of those foolish men who think a pussy, even such a delectable one as Brandy's, was only for fucking. He was repulsed at the thought of touching her there with anything but his hands or cock, believing that having one's mouth pressed against a cunt to be something only lesbians or other perverts did. He was perfectly comfortable with having a woman suck his cock, and never tried to reconcile the apparent contradiction.

"C'mon, Maxie, give me your tongue."

Brandy was not at all surprised that he was so loathe to lick her pussy, having already formed the opinion of him as being totally selfish. She didn't care all that much, and was satisfied to press herself hard against his face and move back and forth. It felt especially good to rub her clit against his nose. From that contact and the sensations of his big cock, erect by that time, being enveloped repeatedly by her mouth, she could feel her juices trickling out of her pussy onto his face. She continued with her strange 69 until his cock was hard enough and her pussy was wet enough to move on to what she wanted to do next.

Like Maxie, Brandy didn't want any pregnancy or STD's to result from what they were doing. She had seen condoms on the nightstand earlier, and went to get one. She had brought her own but felt it would be ironic to make Maxie provide them. Beside the condoms, there was a tube of KY Jelly there. She took one of the condoms and removed the foil package while she thought about the lubricant. There could be only one reason for Strong having it available, and it made up Brandy's mind what else she would be doing to him that night. She put the KY Jelly into her overnight bag so it would be available when she wanted it.

Straddling his thighs, she rolled the condom onto his cock. "Okay, Maxie. This is what I came here for, so let's do it." Holding his erection in one hand and keeping her pussy lips open with the other, she walked on her knees until she raised her body above his cock.

After rubbing the tip against the wetness of her pussy, Brandy lowered herself to let the head wedge into her. "Ah, Maxie. That feels great. Whatever else I might think about you, you've got a really nice cock. You ought to be able to get plenty of pussy without throwing your weight around."

She lowered her body slightly again and felt his cock plunging more deeply into her pussy. Pleasure rippled out from where her tight opening was being stretched and from where Strong's thick cock was crowding into her love channel. Brandy rose up again, paused and once more took in more of the hard cylinder that was jutting upward for her, feeling even more bliss flooding her body. She continued enveloping more and more of Strong's cock until the entire shaft was imbedded in her pussy, sending wave after wave of intense joy radiating out from where it had crammed her so full.

He looked up at Brandy, but not with admiration or even lust. Although his cock was buried in one of the places he had intended to put it when he ordered her to come to his house, he was not happy about having it there. Strong considered the position they were in, with the woman on top and in charge, to be completely unnatural, even perverse. Most men would have been avid for the chance to eat Brandy's pussy and would have relished its aroma, but he hated the thought of what he had been forced to endure, and found the smell of her juices that remained on his face to be a foul odor. Worst of all, her weight was pressing him against the sheets, and pain was throbbing from the contact with the welts from where she had whipped him. What he dreaded the most was that when she started moving up and down on top of him, that pain would be intense.

He was right; it was, but to Brandy, it was extremely pleasurable. Slowly, she raised her body, withdrawing her pussy from the cock that was stuffing her so well, until just the head remained inside. Equally slowly, she lowered her body, impaling herself again on the thick shaft, letting it drive into her pussy, spreading open her love channel and stretching the opening again. She stopped when his pubic hair was tickling her shaven pussy, and smiled when she saw the painful grimace on Strong's face.

"Ah, that felt really good, Maxie. What's the matter? Didn't you like it? I thought you liked fucking my pussy." From the look on his face, not only pain, but also humiliation and disgust, Brandy could tell he didn't, but she continued anyhow.