Everyone in the office could feel the temperature raise a degree or two when the elevator approached their floor
The top heads had a weekly meeting with branch leaders and their boss was notoriously not a fan
And just as predicted, Kiara stormed out of cabin, her feather earring flailing around wildly, her fiery hair glowing very faintly
"Anon. My office, now."
She barely stopped as she barked the order at Anon, who just rolled his eyes and sight, not exactly fussed about following the "now" part
"Don't worry bro, we will have a fresh grave ready for you when your corpse turns up in the garbage"
"Thanks bro, you are real one..."
He replied to the guy sitting next to him and started to walk into the back part of the floor, since Kiara's office was relatively far and secluded, for better or worse
Everyone gave him their condolences, expecting him to be fucked, for one reason or another
Which he was, just in a very different way
Not bother knocking, he finally got inside the sparsely lighted room, only a lamp helping the morning fall sun with the illumination
Kiara was standing in front of her desk, already working on removing her blouse
"Took you long enough dumbass, now undress."
"Jeez aren't you needy today. And that's 3rd time this week. Are you sure I am not growing on you?"
Kiara glared daggers at him, clearly not in mood for playing around
Meaning Anon was totally gonna play around as much as possible
"Either this or 36 stab wounds right in your chest, take your pick. I would honestly not mind the later."
Man, it sure is "stab" or be stabbed out here..."
Anon could see Kiara freeze, her shirt halfway to joining the blouse on the table, her perky bra-covered breasts on display
"Just. Fucking. Undress."
She was clearly at the tipping point, the meeting must have been really rough
Anon quickly took of his suit top and started to work on his pants
By the time he finally managed to get them off of his ankles, Kiara, now completely naked, suddenly appeared before him
With a swift swing of her arm, she grabbed his tie and pulled him to her desk
Anon just let out a gasp of surprise, caught off guard
Kiara planted her plump ass on the desk, spreading her legs and forcing Anon to his knees
"Get to work and not. A. Word."
Her eyes were spitting fire, frustration apparent in how tense her body was
Acting obedient for now, Anon pushes his face into her crotch, her carefully trimmed bush gently tickling his nose while sliding his tongue into her pussy
He can almost instantly feel her melt, the stress immediately forced to give way to pleasure
Her annoying voice also loses some of that high pitched, ear-piercing property, instead replaced with lower, huskier tone
"Fuck.....That hits the spot..."
Anon continued to eat Kiara out, her legs eventually closing around his head and keeping him deep in her leaking snatch
But as her orgasm drew near, Anon decided to take initiative
After all, their little "de-stressing sessions" have never been one-sided, and his cock was starting to crave attention too
Using his strength, Anon pried her legs away and stood up
"H-Hey, I didn't finish ye-ARGH!"
Her sentence was cut of when one of Anon's hands closed around her neck, pushing her down on her desk while the free hand positioned his tip in-between her pussylips
"You will, just in a way I prefer"
With one thrust, he pushed himself halfway into her cunt, her mouth opening in noiseless gasp
Grabbing her waist, Anon started to thrust quickly in and out of Kiara
Her hands then reached to his arm, grabbing it
But instead of pushing it away or trying to pry herself free, she just sank her nails into the arm
No matter how hard she pushed them in, Anon was determined to hold
"Y-You i---idiot....you will l-leave marks..."
"Oh, right..."
Anon let go of her neck, Kiara quickly gasping to refill her lungs
But Anon was still determined to make her squirm, and so immediately has hand started to slap her cute tits
Whatever air she inhaled was quickly exhaled in a pained groan, whatever pleasure that was shoving on her face from the fucking quickly replaced with contempt to the guy between her legs
Said legs then closed around him and her arms reached up to pull him closer, but only so that she could claw his back raw
Each drag of her sharp nails made him wince, but he continued on fucking her anyway, the room soon filling with mix of their pained sighs and pleasured moans, hatred for each other channeled into fucking like rabbits
Kiara was first to cum, but Anon gave her no mercy, continuing to pump her hole all the way through her orgasmic spasms, causing the sensory overload on Kiara's brain to get even worse and in turn make her cum harder
She didn't even have strength to get annoyed when he started to unload inside her, hilting himself fully and shooting rope after rope of thick jizz right into her babymaker
He wasn't sure if she was on pills, he assumed she would be, but if not...
He didn't bother finish the thought, instead focusing on getting up and dressing, the scratches making it difficult to move, let alone put on clothes
"Take this, you stupid hornbull..."
Anon turned around just in time to catch a roll of tissues, while Kiara torn some from a second roll and started to wipe her cum-leaking pussy
"If you cum inside next time, I will fucking castrate you..."
"Not the first time I have heard that one, Kiara."
"Then be careful to not make it the last."
Having somewhat wiped pussy juices, cum and sweat from himself, Anon finished dressing up and left without a word, though he could feel Kiara's eyes stabbing into his back until he was in the hall and returning to his spot
"Damn, he lived! Quick, cancel the shovel order!"
Anon paid no attention to the jokes, though he almost jumped out of his skin when one guy roughly "patted" him on the back, lighting all the scratches on his back on fire
Overall, not the worst one so far, and at least it helped him released some steam
That was the point of even bothering to fuck Kiara, woman he hated with passion, in first place
Get rid of stress, a mutually beneficial deal, as long as no one found out
Anon seated himself back to his desk, deflecting another set of jokes about living through the "Chickening", his back not touching the chair as he returned to his work