Whistleblower's Punishment
Copyright© 2026 by Ted E. Bear
Chapter 2
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A fictional account of how a female executive who attempts to divulge the wrong doings of her employer is brought to heel by senior management. Kidnapped, savagely raped and tortured then forced to watch and abet the gang rape of her daughter are among the steps taken to foster company loyalty.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Blackmail NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Slut Wife Wife Watching Wimp Husband Incest Mother Daughter BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture Gang Bang Interracial Black Male Hispanic Female Anal Sex Analingus Bestiality Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism First Fisting Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Big Breasts
“TGIF,” whispered Katie Parker to her empty corner office. I’m going to take Saturday off for a change she thought. Maybe just do a little work at home. Or hang around the pool and seduce the pool boy thought Katie laughingly before she reminded herself that Salvador was only nineteen and she had to banish those kind of thoughts from her head before she made a fool out of herself.
Get a grip, Katherine Parker she admonished herself. You’re forty-one years old. Keep your mind out of the gutter and your knees together. Lately, I’ve had sex on the brain. It must be a hormone imbalance. My period has become irregular. Old girl you are heading into menopause and your glands are demanding a final fling.
Last night for the first time in months, Katie had given in to her desires and masturbated. The sound of the neighbor’s car alarm had awakened her. She hadn’t been able to get back to sleep after it was turned off. Why not thought Katie as she pulled up the hem of her nightgown and put her hand on her sex. I used to masturbate all the time. It was part of my nightly ritual. I’d get myself off then sleep like a baby.
She took the oversized vibrating dildo the women in her department had given her as a gag birthday gift. She inserted fresh batteries and twisted the cap to switch it on. Katie squeezed some K-Y Warming Jelly on her fingers then smeared it over the end of the dildo.
“Oh that feels fine,” whispered Katie to the dark as she used her fingers to apply some of the warming jelly to her clit. “Just like Salvador’s hot Latin mouth when he goes down on me.”
Katie twisted the base of the dildo to start the vibrator.
“That’s it,” moaned Katie as touched the tip of the dildo against her clit enjoying the sensation created by the vibrating latex against her love button.
At least my clit still works realized Katie. And I know what would feel even better. Katie opened the nightstand drawer again to remove a much smaller hard plastic vibrator. She flipped the switch to ON then worked the tip of the smaller vibrator around her button as she pressed the lifelike head of the other dildo into her vaginal opening. She gasped as she pushed the large head into her opening fantasizing her lover’s cock was forcing her passage. Katie kicked the covers off and raised her legs for easier access to her sex.
“Oh that’s more like it,” Katie whispered in the dark. “Who needs a man when you got marital aids and fresh batteries?” Katie groaned as the dildo slipped several inches into her vagina. “Just pretend it’s a hard cock and some unknown stud is going to fuck your brains out.”
There’s nothing wrong with masturbating reasoned Katie as she pressed the tip of the vibrator hard against the base of her clit. In fact it’s a good thing because it helps me to maintain control. Katie sighed then melted down into her bed spreading her legs wider and bending her knees. In fact, the pamphlet that Doctor Gibbons gave me after my last Pap smear said it was healthy, especially for a pre-menopausal female who is not having frequent sexual intercourse. Frequent, how about never? Well at least not in years admitted Katie.
It wasn’t long before Katie experienced an orgasm causing her to writhe back and forth across her bed.
“Well, old girl, you can still pump out lube like a stripper well,” whispered Katie as she felt how she had coated her thighs with glandular secretions. After that she had fallen sound asleep until her alarm sounded at 6:30AM.
But I need to stop fantasizing about Salvador decided Katie as she looked out over the city of Houston. Her corner office in Enron Center had a terrific view of the Houston skyline. I won’t allow myself to get carried away and do something stupid. He’s a handsome virile young man helping his father during school vacation. I’ll keep busy elsewhere when he’s cleaning the pool. There won’t be a repeat of last week.
That brought to Katie the image of Salvador sweating in the hot Houston sun skimming the leaves out of her pool. Katie had been home the previous Sunday afternoon and watched from the kitchen window as Salvador clad only in a pair of cutoffs checked the chlorine level. She pictured herself kneeling before him sliding her tongue up his hard muscular thighs. One hand unfastened the brass snap in the waistband as the other unzipped his fly. His cock was already hard as she freed it from the cutoffs. Her hands clutched his muscular buttocks as she took his manhood in her mouth. The smell of his crotch acted as an aphrodisiac exciting Katie. After she’d licked his balls and tickled his anus with her index finger, he’d carried her to a nearby chaise where he’d kissed her lips and breasts as he removed her bathing suit. Katie pictured herself lying there with her legs spread offering her sex to the boy.
“Salvador, take me and use me,” she mouthed to the kitchen window.
Embarrassed by such behavior, she’d shaken off those thoughts and retreated to her home office to work.
After last night, it’s no wonder I’ve got sex on the brain. The next time the girls in the office invite me to go with them, I’m going to cancel. I’ll tell them I have a headache. Last night had been girl’s night out for her group. They’d gone out after work for drinks at the Houston Gentlemen’s Club on Westheimer Blvd. The women always surprised Katie with how freely they talked about sex. Did they watch anything on television other than Sex and the City?
Brenda, the buxom red head in Cash Accounting shocked Katie by describing how she liked to roam the dance clubs on weekends picking up different men and taking them home for sex. Brenda had openly expressed a preference for threesomes and something she referred to as ‘sandwich fucks’.
“One cock is great but two are even better,” was how Brenda expressed it.
The employees decided at the last minute to go to club to watch male strippers. Thursday night was ladies only night at the Houston’s Gentlemen’s Club. Katie as management felt she had to go along to show she was a good sport. After several drinks the women including Katie loosened up and became rowdier. Katie had changed a twenty into singles. She enjoyed herself tucking the bills into the waistbands of the men’s briefs. One of them had playfully grabbed her wrist and pushed it down his front touching his cock. Katie had shrieked in amused embarrassment as her hand came in contact with his manhood.
Later, she was seated at the edge of the dance floor when she looked up to find a young Hispanic boy gyrating his hips to the music. He reminded her of Salvador. The tight Spandex thong he was wearing clearly outlined his large cock. Katie was mesmerized by the presence of his cock only inches from her face. The other women were laughing and giggling as he moved even closer brushing that bulge across her cheek. I wish he would rip my clothes off and fuck me right here on the floor thought Katie.
Right before they left she noticed Brenda talking with the Hispanic dancer. As everyone was walking out, Brenda had pressed a business card in Katie’s hands.
“Reynaldo charges $100 an hour but he’s worth it. At least that’s what my sister Wanda, says,” whispered Brenda.
“Your sister’s married,” replied Katie. She knew Wanda. Wanda had worked for Katie until recently when she left to have a baby. Katie had been to Wanda and Cole’s wedding.
“Wanda likes variety. You should give him a try. All work and no play makes for a lousy life,” said Brenda.
“Thanks,” muttered Katie not knowing what to say.
When Katie got home, she’d put the card in the trash. Later she’d had second thoughts and taken it out and put it in her desk drawer. When did I get to be such a prude Katie scolded herself? When I was in college, I was wild and slept around. I even participated into some group gropes at those fraternity parties when we got high and took our clothes off to play naked Twister. One night Mary Sewell and I got drunk and ate each other while everybody watched. Now I’ve become a middle-aged prude whose only lover is Enron. Maybe just maybe I should call Reynaldo and have him stop by and screw me.
At the club Katie had gotten a little drunk from two cosmopolitans and a tequila shot. She tumbled into bed as soon as she got home and slept soundly until her neighbor’s car woke her.
What had bothered her about last night was that just as she reached her climax, she realized she was repeating, “Salvador, fuck me, fuck the shit out of me,” as she plunged the large dildo into her cunt. “Salvador, stick your dick up my ass,” she cried as she put the tip of the smaller vibrator just inside her anus.
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