It was the start of another day in Corporate Australia. Inside my over-spacious Melbourne office, I sipped my freshly brewed barista made coffee, brought to me by the new intern, Vy. Vietnamese Vy was 18 and had a body a model or porn star would die for. One look and I had hired her, skills untested. It was her first day in that small economic enclave, the Corporate Women’s World, where in designer-furnished, CBD situated, exclusive office space world leading business firms employed these women.

There she would wear her slut office wear and start her journey of extremely high salaries, unchecked credit cards, huge bonuses and first-class travel. A fair exchange for work conditions where Donald Trump with a sharpie signed executive order had ended the Me-Too movement. Vy, like all other females in this business microcosm by pandering to their male bosses wishes, had the opportunity to leapfrog other female rivals and gain promotion. It brought the glass ceiling closer as it gave them a chance to prove they were a better woman, not necessarily a better upper management worker, than their rival.

It was 11 am, my usual arrival time, and I had to start working if I was to finish at my normal 3.00 pm. God I was working too many hours each day. I would have to arrive later or leave earlier.

I looked up from my laptop to the other desk in my office. Binh my 25-year-old Vietnamese Personal Assistant sat there. Her sexual allure and fucking of me and clients and in winning sexfight contests against my staff and in contests with rival firms was more responsible for her position than her business skills.

But I must keep you up to date. She sat at her desk: her face and clothes were completely different to normal. Her confident, superior look was gone, replaced by a sullen downcast appearance. The shapeless garb she’d wore hung loosely on her 32B 23 33 body replaced the skintight, nightclub wear she always wore. Her once meticulous makeup was now a bare face with no eye makeup. There was a good reason for this. The reason was Diep.

Diep entered my office Her attire was true corporate slut-wear. The expensive fabrics of her ultra-short, pleated miniskirt, and semi-transparent blouse clung to her body, accentuating every curve of her 30A 21 32 figure in a way that made it clear she’d claimed victory before me in her office sexfight last night with the younger Binh. Her 35-year-old body, balanced on 4-inch heels, though not as eye-catching as Binh’s displayed her angular taut body to its best. Her eyes, usually downcast and shy, now radiated a newfound confidence that proclaimed victory.

Yes, Diep, after her victory over Binh, was now my P.A. and number one in my department. Her blouse was sheer enough to display her tits, which were pushed up by a bra that supported and covered only the under third. Two hard nipples faced me. Binh’s eyes narrowed at the sight of Diep’s transformation. But Diep didn’t seem to notice or care. She strutted around the office with a new spring in her step, her hips swaying in a way that suggested she meant business. Business that was bad for Binh, I suspected.

My gaze dwelt on Diep’s extreme mini skirt. The pleats danced around the tops of her thighs, well past the edge of any decency when she walked. The fabric was a dark corporate-wear shade that complemented her complexion and long straight hair perfectly. As she walked towards me, the glass door reflected the skirt rising and falling to display the taut curves of her arse cheeks. It was as if she had somehow specifically chosen a skirt designed to drive me mad with arousal. On second thoughts I am sure she had.

Her legs ended in high-heeled shoes, the kind that screamed corporate power and sex appeal. She approached Binh’s desk with deliberate, purposeful steps. My cock started to get hard as Binh watched Diep’s approach with a worried look and Diep’s gaze fell to the shapeless garb that Binh had been forced to wear. She gloated, knowing full well it was a surrender, an admission of defeat in the office sexfight that had upset the ranking order. Diep’s transformation was complete. She was a stark contrast to the woman who had been so unsure of herself yesterday and It was clear that she intended to make full use of her newfound power.

“Boss, I believe it’s time for Binh to fulfil her part of the sexfight loss.”

I nodded my agreement as she knew I would. Binh looked at me with resentment, but she knew the rules. Defeat gave the winner the right to use the loser. She had accepted the rules and lost, and with that loss now came a price. She tried one last final gambit striding over to Diep with an exaggerated swing of her hips, her eyes fixed on Diep. She leant forward, her arms folded under her bigger tits, pushing them up in a silent challenge. Diep, unfazed, took a step closer. She knew she had the victor’s rights that they had both agreed to and that she would break Binh completely today, and the thrill of it was written all over her face.

“What are you going to do?” Binh spat out: her voice filled with hatred.

“I’m going to make sure you understand your place,” Diep replied with a smugness that made me get bigger with anticipation.

With a flick of her wrist, Diep grabbed a handful of Binh’s hair and yanked her head back. Binh gasped as Diep leant in, her full lips mere centimetres from Binh’s, and whispered confidently, “You will serve me, and you will do it well.”

Diep’s hand slithered down Binh’s neck, her fingers tapping on her skin like a pianist at a keyboard. Binh’s breathing grew shallower as Diep pulled Binh’s shapeless shirt aside, revealing her full tits.

“Spread your legs,” Diep ordered. Binh turned her face and tits to me in a silent appeal, but I found something of interest to look at on my desk. It was enough. Binh’s defiance crumpled as she knew by my actions, I was not employing the mercy rule. She had to accept the terms of the fight she had agreed to. Binh complied to Diep’s order, edging her legs apart and leaning back against my desk.

Diep’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she knelt between them, her high heels digging into the office carpet for purchase. Binh’s eyes widened as after Diep removed Binh’s panties, her tongue slid between Binh’s legs, exploring her cunt entrance. My cock was at full attention as I watched them. Diep’s transformation in one day had been astounding. Her scrawny body now exuded sexuality and Binh’s body quivered under her tongue’s exploration, and there were beginnings of arousal on the loser’s face.

“Boss,” Diep said without looking up, “Could you do the honours? My arse needs attention.”

I nodded, pulling my cock out of my trousers. Who was I to challenge the rules of the Corporate Woman’s world? I stepped behind Diep, who had bent over between Binh’s spread legs to present her upraised arse to me. Binh’s eyes met mine briefly, and I saw she knew that there would be little work done in the office that day as she was going to be Diep’s bitch.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small tube of lubricant. It is advisable to always be prepared for anything. It was a clear gel that, according to the large printing on the bottle, promised to make the experience smoother and more enjoyable, hopefully for me. I unscrewed the cap, squeezed and coated my fingers and then approached Binh, the lubricant feeling cold on them.

Diep looked back at me in anticipation. She knew what was coming, and there was no doubt she wanted it. I stepped behind her, taking in the sight of her firm, hard bum, the cheeks taut and parted. Her skirt had ridden up the small distance to her waist, and she wore no thong. I finished applying the lubricant to my fingers and we were ready. I positioned myself behind her, my lubricated fingers poised at the entrance to her tight arse. Binh’s eyes watched and I knew she was cursing the fate that had brought her to this moment: one in which she had thought she would be driving, not receiving the action.

Diep’s skin was warm to the touch, and she moaned as my fingers found her back door. I felt the familiar thrill of being a Western male boss in the Corporate World as I pushed my fingers into Diep, her muscles clenching around them. She gasped, her eyes never leaving Binh’s as she took my invading fingers. Her hips rocked back, taking more of my digits with each movement as she buried her face into Binh’s slit.

After working her arse I withdrew my fingers, my own desires now more important than hers. My cock was rock hard as I positioned myself behind Diep whose arse was raised and back arched as though praying for what she knew was about to receive. I thrust my hips and my cockhead opened her lubricated, finger opened anus, and she gasped. I watched the tip of my shaft disappear between her cheeks, feeling the tight ring of muscle giving way to my relentless pressure. Slowly, inch by inch, I entered her, feeling the warmth and tightness of her shitter envelop me. Diep’s moans grew louder, muffled somewhat by her mouth being full of Binh’s cunt.

Her moans grew louder as she feasted on Binh’s pussy. Binh’s legs trembled and her hands clutched the edge of the desk. She tried to hold onto her pride, but Diep was a relentless, unstoppable force. Her tongue danced around Binh’s clit, teasing it before sucking it into her mouth. Soon Binh’s eyes rolled back, and she let out a guttural groan.

As I fucked Diep’s arse with a steady rhythm, she screamed out to Binh, “You can fight it all you want, but I’ll make you cum no matter how hard you try to resist. You are my bitch.” Binh’s grip on the desk tightened, her knuckles white with the effort of resisting her climax. Her eyes were glued to the sight of my cock disappearing into Diep’s arse, her own body betraying her as she grew wetter as Diep ate her.

Diep’s movements grew more frenzied as she worked her mouth over Binh’s pussy. I could hear Diep’s wet, sloppy oral work and responding gasps from Binh. I felt Diep’s anal chute muscles tighten around my cock, her moans disappearing into Binh’s cunt. It was all more than I could handle, and I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost control.

“Boss,” Diep panted, sensing I was ready to unload, “Not yet.”

Sensing Diep had something else up her sleeve, I desperately fought not to cum. Binh’s eyes were glazed as Diep’s tongue continued to dance around her clit, each movement bringing her closer to the edge. “You’re going to hate yourself for this, Binh,” Diep hissed lifting her head from Binh’s responding slit. “But you’re going to cum harder than you ever have. You can’t stop me from making you cum. And then it really starts.”

Binh’s breathing grew ragged, her tits heaving as she felt her orgasm approaching. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the scream that was about to escape her mouth. My cock thumping into Diep’s arse went deeper with each thrust while Binh’s body shook as she felt the pressure from her cunt lapping building, the dam threatening to break. With a final, despairing wail, it breached. Binh’s body tensed, her cunt muscles clenching and releasing as her orgasm ripped through her. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a keening cry burst from her throat as her cum juices sprayed over Diep’s face.

My own climax built as Diep’s mouth continued to work feverishly on Binh’s clit, dragging out every ounce of pleasure from the younger woman. Diep’s blouse was now transparent and clinging, soaked through with the evidence of Binh’s submission. Binh’s legs trembled uncontrollably against the desk as she rode the waves of another cum, her body spasming with the force of it.

“Now,” Diep said to me, “It’s your turn, boss. Fuck her throat and destroy it.”

I stepped forward, my cock still rock hard and slick with lube and Diep’s arse juice. Binh’s eyes widened as she stared up at me. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breath came in shallow pants. Diep stood and replaced her bunched-up mini skirt with a strap-on. It was the same one they had used in their long sexfight yesterday, the dildo attached to it thick and quivering threateningly when she tensed her cunt muscles.

She arranged Binh doggie style over a chair and positioned the head of the toy at Binh’s arse, Binh’s eyes narrowed, but she remained silent. What could she do? She had agreed to yesterday’s contest and her body was resigned to what was to come. Diep pushed forward, and Binh gasped as the dildo was hammered into her, forcing its way into and filling her arse with a few brutal thrusts.

“Take it, slut,” Diep taunted, “You know you want it.”

Binh grimaced, but she remained silent, her body betraying the need that Diep’s skilled tongue had awoken.

I stepped closer, my cock finally under control and safe from cumming. I positioned myself before Binh, beside her shapeless clothes discarded around her on the floor. Her full lips parted in anticipation of what was to come.

“Open your mouth,” Diep commanded, rapidly burying the strap-on deep in Binh’s arse. Binh’s eyes flicked to me, and like a Roman emperor in the Coliseum, I nodded my vote of yes. Binh’s jaw tightened, but she obeyed, her lips forming an O as she awaited her fate. I stepped closer, my cock still needy from watching Diep’s preliminary work. The head of my shaft brushed against Binh’s cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum. With a steady grip, I guided my cock to her mouth, feeling the heat of her breath against its sensitive skin. Binh opened her mouth with a sigh that signified acceptance of her defeat.

She took me in her mouth, her botoxed lips closing around my shaft, her tongue tentatively flicking against my rod. The sensation was electric, and I had to grit my teeth and fight to keep from coming right there and then.

Binh’s body, though tense, was still responding to Diep’s fingerwork on her cunt as her arse was receiving the strap-on. As I began to fuck Binh’s mouth, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of empowerment. This was the Corporate Women’s World and I was a leader, no make that a God. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, but Diep’s victory had given me this. She was at our mercy, her eyes watering and her cheeks hollowing as she took me deeper and deeper. Each time my cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she took it like what she now was: a defeated corporate woman paying her dues for a loss.

Diep watched me fuck Binh’s mouth, her own need evident in the way she rocked her hips, the strap-on now plunging in and out of Binh’s tight pussy ferociously. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the office as my balls hit Binh’s face and Diep’s hips her mound. Facing Diep, with each of her thrusts I could see Diep’s own orgasm building, her movements growing more erratic as she approached her tipping point.

Binh’s eyes watered as she struggled to accommodate my length, her mouth stretched to the limit around my cock. Each time Diep hammered into her, Binh’s body jolted forward, forcing my cock deeper down her throat. Her gag reflex fought valiantly, but my face fucking of her continued. She grabbed breaths when she could.

Diep’s climax grew closer, her breathing coming in short, ragged gasps as she fucked Binh with the strap-on uncontrollably. “Boss,” Diep managed to pant out, “Pull out.”

I reluctantly obeyed, my cock slipping from Binh’s mouth with an audible pop. She coughed, her eyes watering as she coughed up the saliva that had pooled in her mouth. Diep’s own climax was a silent scream, her body trembling as she fought to maintain control, the strap-on buried to the hilt in Binh’s cunt.

“Binh,” Diep panted, her breathing ragged with pleasure, “Do you want to swallow his cum?”

Binh nodded frantically, her mouth open and waiting, an acknowledgement of her defeat. She was eager to please, ready to do what Diep demanded, even if it meant degradation, as long as she received cum. This knowledge was too much for Diep. With a final, deep thrust, Diep came, her body shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. She pulled out the strap-on, her breath coming in great, heaving gasps as she held up the black dildo: a symbol of the power she now wielded.

Binh, filled with a desperate unfulfilled hunger looked up at me. Her eyes, two days ago filled with pride and confidence, were now pools of need. I stepped closer, my cock still quivering like a tuning rod, the head glistening with my precum. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips as if she could already taste it. “Please, Boss,” Binh pleaded, her voice a hoarse whisper after her throat fuck. “Let me swallow you.”

Diep stepped back from Binh, her breathing heavy, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She had claimed the throne of power in their office sexfight, and now she was about to claim her final victory over her once haughty tormentor. “No. Don’t cum in her Boss,” she pleaded to me. “On your knees,” she ordered Binh.

Tears in her eyes and still panting from the intense fucking she had just received, Binh did as she was told. Her legs wobbled as she sank to the floor, her knees knocking together like those of a newborn foal. Diep positioned herself in front of Binh’s face. She bent forward, her hands on the edge of the desk for support, her tight arse pushed back at Binh’s face. “Rim me,” Diep ordered, her voice thick with power. “Earn what you are begging for.”

Binh looked up at Diep in despair. She was wet with sweat from need and the evidence of her submission. But she knew she had to play by Diep’s rules if she wanted any hope of tasting my cum.

Binh’s hand reached out and touched Diep’s bare arse cheeks and then her tongue darted tentatively out. Somehow, I hadn’t cum yet but obviously I desperately needed to empty my load in someone. Hell, I’d even take Eugene the gay from the 14th floor. But I was enthralled by the way Diep took naturally to breaking the beaten Binh and couldn’t tear my eyes off it. Binh’s tongue began to trace the edge of Diep’s arsehole and I watched my employees engage in this most primal of acts ... Diep’s eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as she felt Binh’s tongue probe deeper into her back door. Binh’s eyes were watering slightly from the effort of holding her tongue steady, her cheeks hollowing as she took deep breaths through her nose to avoid the taste. Her hand slid around Diep’s waist, gripping her hips tightly as she worked her tongue into her back door, the subservience of the act obvious.

Meanwhile, Diep’s own hand had found its way between her legs, her slender fingers playing with her swollen clit. She watched Binh’s ministrations in the reflection of the office window and her breathing grew ragged, her small tits heaving with anticipation as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm build within her. Binh’s tongue flicked against Diep’s bunghole as driven by the hope of receiving my cum, she continued her rimming. Diep’s moans grew louder, her hip movement matching Binh’s rhythm.

My own hand gripped my cock keeping an orgasm at bay as Diep’s fingers moved faster, her breathing more ragged as she approached her orgasm. Binh’s worked frantically, bitterness now replaced with a fierce determination to satisfy Diep and then have my cock in her mouth. Diep’s body tensed, her back arching as she neared Nirvana. Then, with a guttural groan she came, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.

As her orgasm subsided, Diep looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. On the other hand, Binh, still kneeling, her face flushed and her mouth open, looked up at me with such desperation it was almost painful to witness.

The smugness on Diep’s face was unmistakable. She had claimed what she had set out to achieve, but she wanted more: a final statement to mark her victory. “On your back, bitch,” she ordered Binh. Binh whined but obeyed, still controlled by the hope of swallowing my cum, which I if she didn’t, saw zero chance of Diep allowing. She lay prone on the office floor carpet, her legs spread wide, revealing the wetness that glistened between her thighs.

Diep stepped over her, the strap-on reattached around her waist, its dildo swaying purposefully and still glistening with the evidence of Binh’s submission. She straddled Binh, the red leather of her extreme, high-heeled shoes vivid against the dull carpet, their heels digging in and staking out her territory of control.

“Boss,” she purred relishing her control of Binh. “Do you want to cum?”

I looked at the prostrate Binh. The sight of her, vulnerable and waiting, made me want to claim her, to remind her of her new place in our office hierarchy: that of a defeated former number one. But I knew Diep was not about to allow Binh to leave my office with anything and I wanted to see if my new PA had any limits to her control of Binh.

I motioned for Diep to continue. With the strap-on still strapped around her waist Diep lowered herself nearer Binh’s face. Binh’s eyes widened in surprise, and she protested. “What are you doing?” she exclaimed, trying to push Diep away.

But Diep was merciless in victory. “Letting you taste my victory while I swallow our boss,” she taunted.

Binh’s protests grew more muffled as Diep lowered herself onto her face, the strap-on’s phallic intrusion opening her mouth, the leather of the harness rasping against her skin. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what was happening, but this was what Diep wanted to complete Binh’s complete humiliation.

“Open your mouth,” Diep demanded. Binh’s body tensed, but she had no choice and her lips parted to accept the strap-on. Diep’s cunt wetness oozed onto Binh’s face as she fucked Binh’s mouth who as she had been defeated was unable to do anything but accept her fate and taste her own cum juice on the dildo in her mouth. Deep down, she knew she would have done similar if she had won.

It was how the Corporate Women’s world operated. It was where the best and strongest rose to the top and then kept the others under their heel. Diep, feeling the hardness of my cock in her hand, began to slide her body back and forth, her hips moving in a steady rhythm as she fucked Binh’s mouth. Binh’s mouth was wide open, her cheeks hollowed by her efforts to not gag.

The smaller dildo of the strap-on in Diep’s cunt was having its effect on her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her moans grew louder as she approached another climax. Her movements grew more frenzied, her cunt slapping against Binh’s face. Her hands reached down and went into overdrive on Binh’s nipples. Binh’s body arched, her back bowing off the floor as Diep’s cunt ground against her mouth, the strap-on relentlessly reaching and entering the back of her throat demanding her complete and utter surrender.

Diep’s hand tightened around my cock and she dragged it to her mouth. She threw her head back, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as she closed in on her orgasm. Binh’s eyes were squeezed shut and her face was flushed with the effort of breathing through her nose as Diep’s face fucked her. Diep’s movements grew more frenzied, her hips bucking as she enjoyed climax. Binh’s body quivered beneath her, a result of the hammering that her mouth was receiving.

Finally, Diep’s body convulsed as she came again very hard. She pulled out and stepped away, breathless and triumphant, her legs shaking from the intensity of her release. Binh lay on the floor, her mouth still gaping open. She desperately looked up at me, her eyes pleading for relief from the torment of her unsatisfied desire. But Diep was not yet done with her and why would I stop it as I was enjoying Diep’s performance.