Ice Queen Cuckcake Pt. 02

She knew that men like Levitz often hired pretty secretaries (like Joanna) so they had something to look at. But surely he wouldn't stoop to actually having sex in the office. Worse, Joanna's absence at the front desk and her interactions with Levitz yesterday made her wonder if it was Joanna he was fucking in there.

Her hand hovered over the handle as she considered pushing inside and catching them in the act. It would be easy enough to pretend it was accidental. And it would give her a little leverage, show Levitz up for embarrassing her with Isabel yesterday.

And it might just get Joanna thrown out of the company. Or at the very least get her to stop harassing her for a while.

She paused as she considered it. Something about the idea of walking in on Joanna, naked, filled her with unease. As if seeing the woman exposed would empower her rather than make her vulnerable. Then she took a deep breath. She didn't care how sexually intimidating this bitch might be. She wasn't going to let her run this office with her pussy.

Grabbing the handle, she flung open the door. She got two steps into the office before she had to stop.

Joanna was bent over the desk, with her tits the size of Juan's head flopping about, moaning like a whore as Levitz pounded her from behind. Instead, she sat on the edge of the desk, with Levitz over her knee, his pants around his ankles and his bare ass exposed and bright red with abuse. With one hand she slapped him, while the other was tucked between her thighs, somewhere beneath him, no doubt flicking and occasionally tugging on Levitz's hidden and presumably shriveled old cock.

"Can I help you?" Joanna asked as if absolutely none of this wasn't normal.

Levitz finally noticed the intrusion and grunted in surprise as he scrambled to get up. Joanna shoved him back down and slapped his ass with one hand. With the other she must have pulled at him in tandem, because his struggling died as he loudly moaned. Joanna smoothed her palm along his ass, and squeezed her thighs around his leaking member, capturing whatever pre-ejaculate her treatment had inspired.

"So sorry that I didn't leave a note before I took my lunch break." Joanna said as she continued to spank and jerk off Juan's boss off in front her. "I didn't want to wake you from your little nap."

Juan let out a low noise and then sprinted away.

"If you'd like a similar treatment sometime, just go ahead and ask!" Joanna called prettily after her. Then she smacked Levitz on the ass again, hard enough to make him squeal like a pig.

***

After a long conversation with HR of trying to explain that Levitz hadn't coerced Joanna into sex and that in yes, she knew that for a fact, the representative finally told her she had everything she needed and thanked Juan for reporting the violation.

By then the day was over, and Juan was eager to be home and with her husband and to not have to confront that out of control nymphomaniac who had somehow collided with her life. Carefully checking there was no one outside the door to her office, she grabbed her things and sprinted down the hall. Finally relaxing at the realization that almost everyone had gone home for the day, she let out a sigh of relief as she waited for the elevator.

Then the doors opened and Joanna was there, standing by the buttons and grinning like the cat that had found all the cream. Juan opened her mouth in surprise but a scream never made out of her lungs. Joanna just grabbed her by the hair and dragged her inside, pressing the button to close the doors behind her.

"So, you wanna be a little bitch, hmm?" Joanna asked, yanking Juan's hair so that she had to bend backward to avoid more pain and shoving her roughly into the elevator corner. "You want to be hiding behind mommy's skirt?"

She pressed her whole body against Juan, lifting her an inch or two off the ground and pressing Juan's face into just above her navel. Juan had no idea what she was talking about, but she clawed uselessly at Joanna's arm, trying to get a grip so that she could wrench herself free of the hold.

Joanna sneered. Then she clenched her massive thighs around Juan's midsection, pinning her arms to her side and slowly squeezing the breath out of her. After an especially hard squeeze she released, letting Juan fall to the floor and hurt her knees on the marble. To add insult to injury, Joanna took the opportunity to press a foot into Juan's back and press her to the floor, using her weight to hold her down as she weakly attempted to wiggle away.

"I just wanted your husband...but now you try to ruin my career?" Joanna bent down and grinned terribly over her. "We will see how much you are liking it now that the gloves are no longer on."

Again she cleared her throat, gathering up saliva and Juan winced in terrible anticipation. This time though, instead of spitting into Juan's eye, Joanna let the collection of phlegm slowly dribble out between her lips, landing on Juan's scalp and oozing sickly through her hair. Juan let out of a little sob as she felt the cold, wet saliva slip between the strands of hair.

"Next time you try to cockblock me, I do this to you in front of your secretary." Joanna promised, before her heel down into Juan's back so hard that tears popped into her eyes.

The doors to the elevator opened and Joanna marched out like nothing had happened, while Juan retreated back a corner of the elevator, desperately rubbing her hair and trying to stop her own sobbing.

***

When she finally reached her car, she received a text message from Isabel. The first message she'd received from Isabel all day.

It wasn't a text though. It was a photo. A photo of Isabel, wrapped in red velvet ropes, with her ankles raised above her head and hanging from the headboard of a bed. She was naked, her smooth tan skin exposed, as her big brown eyes pled with the camera for mercy. There was something stuffed in her mouth, it looked like a pair of panties, saturated with Isabel's saliva and...other liquids. Her torso was wrapped in rope too, her arms bound behind her and her pert little tits bloated and constricted.

Her muff was completely exposed, the thick black curls of hair failing to obscure the soaked pussy lips or shiny little clitoris, just peeking out of its hood. And to either side of her desperate sex, her full, round ass was wrecked. Her thighs had been spanked hard enough for the tan skin to blush pink, while her sit-spots had been repeatedly struck with what must have been a rod of some kind, judging from the striped marks. Below that, on the fullness of her raised ass, there were more hand marks, and then patches of dark crimson welts that could only have come from a belt or strap.

Juan's mind ground to a halt. Her eyes bugged as she took in the view of her old friend, now subordinate. Then a second text loaded just below the picture:

"See you tomorrow at work ;) xoxo xoxo"