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My phone sex caller’s hardcore fantasy made my pussy slick just hearing about it. Getting ahead in my job by being a reluctant accomplice in the boss’s twisted punishment of a co-worker. I told him I’d do anything to get the executive perks – but how far would I actually go? You know me. I have no limits when it comes to sick and twisted.

I meet Mr. Smith in the conference room on Saturday morning, hands folded on the polished table in front of me. He asked me here the day before. I cornered him in his office and demanded to know how certain employees got the executive perks. He looked me up and down in my stilettos and my tight, short skirt suit, my huge tits straining against the shirt-buttons. Then he told me I had the right stuff, as long as I could do what it takes. I had no idea how hardcore his demands would be.

So I’m here, and Mr. Smith is holding open the door, ushering in my co-worker Angela in with two sweet little things. Thinking to myself that I must be babysitting while he does the taboo and dips his ink in the company well. But Mr. Smith explains: Angela’s been stealing from the company and I’m going to help him punish her. Right in front of her littles. I’m blushing and gasping, but even so, my cunny is getting a little wet at the hardcore taboo.

This hardcore fantasy made me an accomplice to his taboo desires.

“This is your last chance: will you do this to get what you want?” Mr. Smith’s tone makes it clear it’s too late to back down. I either do this and get the executive perks, or I lose my job. Finally, I snap my mouth shut and nod. Mr. Smith isn’t sure of me, though, so he tells me to slap Angela across the face. I hesitate, but it only takes a couple of seconds before I reach up and leave a bright red mark across her cheek. This hardcore session will be brutal.

“Now kiss her. Deep, with a lot of tongue action. Tell her to open her mouth and let you shove your tongue in there.” Mr. Smith’s orders are getting me excited. I get forceful with Angela, pulling her hair back and shoving my tongue down her throat. My slit tingles when I spit in her mouth as he tells me to. Then he orders me to abuse her lovely breasts and I grope them. Take them out of her shirt and pinch them, slap them, leave big red marks all over her creamy tits. I even suck her hard nipple and show Mr. Smith the breastmilk she’s squirting. He takes out his pole and strokes it while he watches. Finally, he’s watched enough and I’m ordered to hold her legs and help Mr. Smith’s hardcore rape fantasy come true.

Taboos broken in fantasies.

“Angela, you’re being raped to punish you for stealing, for being a bad girl,” I say reluctantly, as ordered. Being his accomplice seems so wrong but is getting me so turned on. Mr. Smith makes me hold his cock and guide it to Angela’s trembling cunt-lips. Then he’s fucking her hard, making her whimper and beg while he rams deep into her hole.


I have to comfort the sweet little piece who hears his mother crying and keep him from crawling up to hug her. I snuggle him close as Mr. Smith pulls his rod out of Angela’s pussy and starts hammering her ass hardcore. Throbbing when she cries because the only lube is her own cunt-juice. He’s still watching me while he anally rapes Angela though. Mr. Smith wants me to be his accomplice in even more hardcore fantasies. Take the bite-size treat’s clothes off and punish Angela with him, too. I’m so horny but it’s the ultimate taboo. How far will I go to get what I want?