Benefits
Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2025 9:21 am
Benefits
It's Emily's first day at work at her company's new headquarters in Egypt. She's dressed as she always does in Los Angeles, sexy and provocative, but she soon realizes from the way everyone is staring at her that wearing that tight, thigh-high white dress, just above the lace trim of her favorite white silk stockings, topped off by her three-thousand-dollar Louboutin pumps, wasn't a good idea.
The manager of the Egypt headquarters, who should have been waiting for her, is a tall, muscular young black man named Ahmed, whom Emily had already met in Los Angeles.
They didn't get along; Ahmed didn't like having someone sent to Egypt to monitor him, much less a woman, and Emily felt that even though she was only a year older than Ahmed, she should be the one in charge of the new headquarters.
Despite these differences with Ahmed, Emily had always had a small fetish for black men, and from that first encounter, she couldn't help but masturbate imagining herself being fucked by him and his enormous cock.
Emily's first few hours at her new job are completely boring, and only serve to increase her anger. Not only does she not have a secretary to take her calls, she doesn't even have a coffee maker or a refrigerator in her office, which forces her to go out to the employee break area and endure their stares.
Finally, a few minutes before midnight, Ahmed appears, a broad smile on his face.
"Sorry I'm late," Ahmed apologizes. "But it's my first day back at work since my wedding, and it's been hard to leave my wife's side. Do you understand what I mean?" he says.
Emily shakes her head, perfectly understanding what Ahmed means, although she hasn't had a good fuck in months. She's too focused on work, and then, as her last partner told her when he broke up with her, she's a controlling and self-absorbed bitch.
Emily wants to get angry with Ahmed and say something back, but all that comes to mind is the image of the young man fucking a woman, a woman who will soon have her face.
"We need to talk about a lot of things," Emily shouts, trying to get that image out of her head.
"We'll talk later," Ahmed replies. "Now I have to show you the offices and introduce you to some people."
The next hour is a nightmare for Emily. Although Ahmed explains that the offices are brand new, she finds them dirty and outdated, not very appropriate for the company. The introductions don't go much better; most of the men Ahmed introduces her to don't even pay attention to her, just talking to Ahmed as if she doesn't exist.
The few who do pay any attention to Emily stare at her as if they're undressing her, imagining what she's hiding beneath those clothes, which feel increasingly inappropriate.
After that long hour, Ahmed leads Emily to the executive lounge, an elegant room with all the latest amenities, which this time actually suits Emily.
After Ahmed explains the contents of the room, Emily breathes a sigh of relief knowing she'll have a place to rest away from all the workers who ignore her. She scans the room again, stopping at something that catches her attention: several sets of shackles hanging on a plain white wall, standing out from the rest of the elegantly decorated room.
"They're for the maids," Ahmed tells Emily, seeing her eye the chains with interest. "But we haven't had any in a while, it's a new-age thing," he adds.
Emily approaches the chains and touches them with her hands, feeling a slight shiver at the cold metal. She's never liked anything related to those subjects, never even fantasized about it, but now she can't help but feel her arousal growing.
Trying to quell her excitement, Emily closes her eyes for a few seconds, but as she does so, a shocking image appears in her head: she's kneeling on the floor on a carpet, in the middle of the desert, completely naked except for a metal collar around her neck and shackles around her wrists. At her sides are several other women, all Westerners like her.
Frightened, she looks for someone she knows and immediately finds Ahmed talking to another man, holding a wad of bills in his hand. When she sees him, Emily can't tell if he's buying or selling her, but she knows she's now a slave girl.
Frightened, she pulls her hand away from the cold metal and steps back, although she can't do more than a few inches when she bumps into Ahmed's hard body.
"Senior managers like us have certain benefits," Ahmed tells Emily in a voice filled with lust as he grabs her arms, lifts them over her head, and locks the shackles around her wrists.
“I wasn't planning on going this fast, but I've been wanting to do this since the day I met you, and I'm not willing to wait any longer,” Ahmed comments, running his fingers down Emily's bare back.
Before Emily can protest what's happening, Ahmed lifts her dress, rips off her panties, and shoves his huge, hard cock into the surprised blonde's soaking wet pussy.
Emily, feeling her pussy stretching from the violent penetration, wants to scream at Ahmed to stop, but what comes out of her mouth is a loud moan, a mixture of surprise and pain, but mostly pleasure at finally having the cock she's fantasized about these past few months in her pussy.
Emily's moan prompts Ahmed to fuck her even harder, penetrating her deeper and deeper as he frees her tits from her dress and begins to play with her nipples.
“I'm sure you've been wanting this too since the day we met,” Ahmed says, more as a statement than a question, as he kisses her neck. “I’m sure you’ve masturbated every night imagining my cock entering your pussy, ravaging it, stretching it like none of your lovers have ever done.”
Emily doesn't answer; the pleasure she feels prevents her from doing so, but her body does it for her, exploding in an intense and devastating orgasm.
For the next fifteen minutes, Ahmed doesn't stop fucking Emily, sometimes slowly and gently while continuing to pinch and caress her nipples, sometimes with hard, violent movements, slapping her tits at the same time.
In those fifteen minutes, Emily reaches four intense orgasms, the last of which comes when she feels Ahmed's cock swelling before he begins to release his load of semen inside her pussy, so much semen that it soon begins to flow down the inside of her thighs. "That was incredible," Emily comments minutes later when she recovers from her climax. "But you'd better let me go and we'll get back to work before anyone sees us."
"Sorry, Emily," Ahmed replies. "But the shackles are programmed to open when it's time to quit, not before," he adds. “But you're right about one thing. I don't want anyone but me to know that the new assistant director is a submissive bitch,” he points out.
Emily raises her head and looks at the shackles, not noticing anything technological about them; they're just simple pieces of metal. Knowing it's useless to say anything to Ahmed, she lowers her gaze, waiting for what's going to happen next.
Just like what happened a few minutes ago when Ahmed ripped off her panties and started fucking her, despite waiting for the next move, Emily is unable to react: Ahmed rips her dress until it's in tatters on the floor. He does the same to her stockings after removing her shoes, leaving her naked. He places a ball gag in her mouth and carefully gathers the strands of her blonde hair inside a latex hood so no one can recognize her.
“See you at six,” Ahmed tells her, giving her a hard spank on the ass. “Although I'll probably pay you a visit before then.” he adds, making it clear to Emily that he intends to fuck her again.
When Emily is left alone, despite the situation, she can't help but feel aroused again and wonder if Ahmed is going to continue these games, especially worried that someone from the office might find out.
That thought about the rest of the employees leads Emily to wonder how many senior managers there are in the company, although something inside her tells her that today, to celebrate the arrival of the new assistant manager, most of the employees are going to have their moment of fun.
The End
It's Emily's first day at work at her company's new headquarters in Egypt. She's dressed as she always does in Los Angeles, sexy and provocative, but she soon realizes from the way everyone is staring at her that wearing that tight, thigh-high white dress, just above the lace trim of her favorite white silk stockings, topped off by her three-thousand-dollar Louboutin pumps, wasn't a good idea.
The manager of the Egypt headquarters, who should have been waiting for her, is a tall, muscular young black man named Ahmed, whom Emily had already met in Los Angeles.
They didn't get along; Ahmed didn't like having someone sent to Egypt to monitor him, much less a woman, and Emily felt that even though she was only a year older than Ahmed, she should be the one in charge of the new headquarters.
Despite these differences with Ahmed, Emily had always had a small fetish for black men, and from that first encounter, she couldn't help but masturbate imagining herself being fucked by him and his enormous cock.
Emily's first few hours at her new job are completely boring, and only serve to increase her anger. Not only does she not have a secretary to take her calls, she doesn't even have a coffee maker or a refrigerator in her office, which forces her to go out to the employee break area and endure their stares.
Finally, a few minutes before midnight, Ahmed appears, a broad smile on his face.
"Sorry I'm late," Ahmed apologizes. "But it's my first day back at work since my wedding, and it's been hard to leave my wife's side. Do you understand what I mean?" he says.
Emily shakes her head, perfectly understanding what Ahmed means, although she hasn't had a good fuck in months. She's too focused on work, and then, as her last partner told her when he broke up with her, she's a controlling and self-absorbed bitch.
Emily wants to get angry with Ahmed and say something back, but all that comes to mind is the image of the young man fucking a woman, a woman who will soon have her face.
"We need to talk about a lot of things," Emily shouts, trying to get that image out of her head.
"We'll talk later," Ahmed replies. "Now I have to show you the offices and introduce you to some people."
The next hour is a nightmare for Emily. Although Ahmed explains that the offices are brand new, she finds them dirty and outdated, not very appropriate for the company. The introductions don't go much better; most of the men Ahmed introduces her to don't even pay attention to her, just talking to Ahmed as if she doesn't exist.
The few who do pay any attention to Emily stare at her as if they're undressing her, imagining what she's hiding beneath those clothes, which feel increasingly inappropriate.
After that long hour, Ahmed leads Emily to the executive lounge, an elegant room with all the latest amenities, which this time actually suits Emily.
After Ahmed explains the contents of the room, Emily breathes a sigh of relief knowing she'll have a place to rest away from all the workers who ignore her. She scans the room again, stopping at something that catches her attention: several sets of shackles hanging on a plain white wall, standing out from the rest of the elegantly decorated room.
"They're for the maids," Ahmed tells Emily, seeing her eye the chains with interest. "But we haven't had any in a while, it's a new-age thing," he adds.
Emily approaches the chains and touches them with her hands, feeling a slight shiver at the cold metal. She's never liked anything related to those subjects, never even fantasized about it, but now she can't help but feel her arousal growing.
Trying to quell her excitement, Emily closes her eyes for a few seconds, but as she does so, a shocking image appears in her head: she's kneeling on the floor on a carpet, in the middle of the desert, completely naked except for a metal collar around her neck and shackles around her wrists. At her sides are several other women, all Westerners like her.
Frightened, she looks for someone she knows and immediately finds Ahmed talking to another man, holding a wad of bills in his hand. When she sees him, Emily can't tell if he's buying or selling her, but she knows she's now a slave girl.
Frightened, she pulls her hand away from the cold metal and steps back, although she can't do more than a few inches when she bumps into Ahmed's hard body.
"Senior managers like us have certain benefits," Ahmed tells Emily in a voice filled with lust as he grabs her arms, lifts them over her head, and locks the shackles around her wrists.
“I wasn't planning on going this fast, but I've been wanting to do this since the day I met you, and I'm not willing to wait any longer,” Ahmed comments, running his fingers down Emily's bare back.
Before Emily can protest what's happening, Ahmed lifts her dress, rips off her panties, and shoves his huge, hard cock into the surprised blonde's soaking wet pussy.
Emily, feeling her pussy stretching from the violent penetration, wants to scream at Ahmed to stop, but what comes out of her mouth is a loud moan, a mixture of surprise and pain, but mostly pleasure at finally having the cock she's fantasized about these past few months in her pussy.
Emily's moan prompts Ahmed to fuck her even harder, penetrating her deeper and deeper as he frees her tits from her dress and begins to play with her nipples.
“I'm sure you've been wanting this too since the day we met,” Ahmed says, more as a statement than a question, as he kisses her neck. “I’m sure you’ve masturbated every night imagining my cock entering your pussy, ravaging it, stretching it like none of your lovers have ever done.”
Emily doesn't answer; the pleasure she feels prevents her from doing so, but her body does it for her, exploding in an intense and devastating orgasm.
For the next fifteen minutes, Ahmed doesn't stop fucking Emily, sometimes slowly and gently while continuing to pinch and caress her nipples, sometimes with hard, violent movements, slapping her tits at the same time.
In those fifteen minutes, Emily reaches four intense orgasms, the last of which comes when she feels Ahmed's cock swelling before he begins to release his load of semen inside her pussy, so much semen that it soon begins to flow down the inside of her thighs. "That was incredible," Emily comments minutes later when she recovers from her climax. "But you'd better let me go and we'll get back to work before anyone sees us."
"Sorry, Emily," Ahmed replies. "But the shackles are programmed to open when it's time to quit, not before," he adds. “But you're right about one thing. I don't want anyone but me to know that the new assistant director is a submissive bitch,” he points out.
Emily raises her head and looks at the shackles, not noticing anything technological about them; they're just simple pieces of metal. Knowing it's useless to say anything to Ahmed, she lowers her gaze, waiting for what's going to happen next.
Just like what happened a few minutes ago when Ahmed ripped off her panties and started fucking her, despite waiting for the next move, Emily is unable to react: Ahmed rips her dress until it's in tatters on the floor. He does the same to her stockings after removing her shoes, leaving her naked. He places a ball gag in her mouth and carefully gathers the strands of her blonde hair inside a latex hood so no one can recognize her.
“See you at six,” Ahmed tells her, giving her a hard spank on the ass. “Although I'll probably pay you a visit before then.” he adds, making it clear to Emily that he intends to fuck her again.
When Emily is left alone, despite the situation, she can't help but feel aroused again and wonder if Ahmed is going to continue these games, especially worried that someone from the office might find out.
That thought about the rest of the employees leads Emily to wonder how many senior managers there are in the company, although something inside her tells her that today, to celebrate the arrival of the new assistant manager, most of the employees are going to have their moment of fun.
The End