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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story is part of the Ravished in a Flash 2.0 Tournament
- It competes in R16
- Theme: Cherry Picking
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Hostile work environment
„Fucking Bitch!“ Harold Miller muttered under his breath. Just seconds ago Mrs. Oda had passed by his office door. By god, he hated that god-damned Asian bitch! Couldn’t stop thinking about how she humiliated him.
From her first day on the job she had it in for him. Snide comments regarding his abilities and previous work experience. As if he was at fault for failing his stints into self-employment. Surely it wasn’t the market, or unfair competition, it had to be him!
At times he overheard colleagues implying he only worked here because his uncle was Head of HR. No doubt about who started those rumours.
For three years he was treading water! Working overtime day after day to get the job done. No one thanked him of course! He was even insulted by offering him coaching on “office management” to improve his efficiency!
She had transferred from the Osaka based parent company. As a “consultant” to “whip the Houston subsidiary into shape”. Arrogantly walking over hard working people, sneering at the work culture, uprooting everything. If the Japs where so much better at everything how come the United States busted their asses? High time somebody busted her shapely ass!
Harold saw the end coming. She would get him fired. His relationship with his boss soured by the week. So he had put considerable time into developing a strategy proposal of his own. It had taken some effort to convince the CEO, Mr. Hershey to let him present his ideas. He even had to justify working on it at all while his other tasks where piling up.
During the presentation she let him speak uninterrupted but he could just feel her rolling her dark almond shaped eyes whenever he turned away. And when he looked at her he had to be careful not to linger to long on her ample chest. Her attire was always within regulations, but the slut liked to test boundaries. Short skirts, deep necklines. Fooling naïve superiors and distracting struggling co-workers.
He knew a place by the harbour where they would have liked a sexy “businesswoman” on stage. A better use of her “talents” for sure.
“With all due respect Mr. Miller.” She had said afterwards. “I do appreciate the time and effort you put into this project, but…” And then she let loose. His plan was dismissed as contradicting company strategy, based on incomplete analysis and subsequently wrong conclusions.
He had tried to defend himself, but she had shot that down quickly: “Mr. Miller. Even if your plan was actionable, which it is not, due to its vagueness, we cannot look past this fact: Your strategy is built on cherry picked data and therefore worthless!”
That had stung! “Cherry picked!” Arrogant whore! Weeks of hard work arrogantly dismissed as cherry picking. And Mr. Hershey seemed to be on board with that.
His phone buzzed. A text from uncle Jim: “The fuck where you thinking Harold?!”
It was official then. His time at this company was done! But on his terms! He would march into her office now, tell her what he was holding in for two years, and quit on the spot. Maybe even give those fat tits a good squeeze before he left. Or rip her blouse open while he was at it. She liked to show ‘em around after all.
The building was almost empty. She often worked late. Lollygagging on the company’s dime. She was not in her office, but light was on. For a few seconds Harold might have gained control of himself. But then he saw her nameplate: “Sakura Oda, Consultant”. Something in the back of his mind came up. He typed her name into google and looked at the result: Cherry blossom.
“Cherry picking, he?” he growled, his anger now boiling over “I’m gonna pick me a cherry alright!” He found her in the kitchen. For a moment he looked at her backside. High-heels, stockings, skirt, blouse. Small like most Japs, but with the stature of a woman that spent a lot of time in the gym. He found himself staring at her big round ass.
She was on the phone, speaking Japanese. He hated it. Even more than her oh so perfect oxford English. Speak American god-damit!
Before he himself realised what happened he had stormed in and sucker punched her. For a moment he was shocked, looking down at the dazed and sprawled woman. “Felony assault” he thought “No way back now.” Seconds later he had ripped open the blouse and the bra. His hands closed around the milky white tits and squeezed hard. A pain-filled moan escaped her throat, eyes still glazed over.
He would have liked to play with them more, but there was not much time. He should have planned ahead. As she slowly came to he turned her around and ripped her skirt and panties off in mere moments. Her ass was just how he imagined: round, big, firm.
He remembered his earlier thoughts: Time someone was busting her ass! Had she ever let anyone in there? Pick a cherry, pop a cherry? Harold thought that very clever.
She started to struggle so he pinned her down with his weight, grabbing her wrists. He freed his cock, rock hard since he entered the kitchen. He found the right angle at once and pushed in. As his cock stretched her ass out the bitch came wide awake and started to shriek.
It did hurt Harold as well, forcing his member into the unprepared clenching hole. But no matter. Hearing the arrogant whore scream was more arousing than anything he ever knew. After seconds he felt himself nearing climax.
His Hand found a nipple and he pinched and pulled brutally to make her sing even louder. And then he came. It had taken less than a minute before he dumped his load into her, but he was certain no fuck in his life would ever feel as good as this again…
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