My Confession Porn story

I am a prick. I admit it. I am an arrogant SOB. Why? Because I can be. I am a 28 year old “Master of the Universe.” I’ve got my Harvard MBA and a corner office on the 38th floor of Miami hottest skyscraper. Those who are in my way either submit or get crushed. No mercy. I take what I want. Here’s my story.

It happened about 3 weeks ago as an innocent mistake. It was 11:30 at night and I was at the office watching the foreign markets’ trading activity. My firm’s offices were all empty. After drinking down my third Coke in an hour, I felt the need to piss. I walked down the empty halls and into the men’s room. I stood at the urinal. It felt good to let all that hot piss out of my bladder.

As I was finishing up, a petite Cuban housekeeper entered the bathroom. She shrieked from surprise. “S-S-Seior, I-I-I am very sorry. I thought everyone was gone.”

With my cock in my hand, I turned to the woman giving her an eyeful of my manhood. With a grin, I said, “Hey Cubanita, I’ve got something for you to clean right here. My pipes are too full.” She began to sob and ran from the men’s room. I laughed and put my cock in my trousers. Damn, I thought, I could use a good fucking. As my anger grew, I swore that I was going to fuck that bitch.

I returned to my office. About 20 minutes later, there was a soft knock on my doorway. It was the Cubanita. In a soft, scared voice, she spoke, “S-S-Sir, I empty trash, no?” In a gentle voice, I told her that it was okay for her to empty my trash and that I was sorry if I scared her in the bathroom. My apology put her at ease. With a smile of relief, she came in and reached under my desk to grab the recycling can.

Like a cat, I pounced! I rammed her head into the desk really hard and stunned her. Before she could try to stop me, I threw her over my desk. Pens and papers went flying. I slammed her face against the desktop and whispered into her ear, “Scream if you like, this building is empty now. But if you try to fight, I’ll kill you.”

With my right forearm against her neck, forcing her face into the desk, I held her in place, bent over my mahogany desk. With my left hand, I grabbed the waistband of her grey shorts and pulled them down. I then grabbed her pretty floral cotton panties. I pulled hard, until they tore off. I held the tattered cotton and elastic shreds. A souvenir, I thought to myself.

By now, the Cubanita was sobbing uncontrollably. Between sobs, I could hear her whisper a prayer in Spanish. I moved close to her ear. She smelled from cleansers and cheap Cuban perfume. I whispered, “Your prayers mean nothing now. Jesus can’t help you, now.” I reached down and pulled her legs part.

I reached in between her legs and found her pussy. I poked around until I found her clit and began to rub it violently. The Cubanita squirmed and tried to get free, but I continued to hold her in place. While it was clear that she hated what I was doing, “biology is biology” and her pussy could not help but get wet. I checked out how ready she was by thrusting my middle finger deep insider her. She screamed again. I finger fucked her hard, make sure that she would lube up. As one finger got slick, I stuck a fresh one it. Soon, I had 3 fingers buried deep inside of her. She was ready.

Without releasing her neck, I opened my pants with my free hand. I pulled my cock out of my CK boxers. I was rock hard. With my left leg, I kicked her legs further apart. She began to beg me, ” No, no, no, p-p-p-lease.”

I didn’t care. With one rough push, I sunk my cock deep inside her. God, she was tight. At 19 and from a strict home in Little Havana, my Cubanita did not have too much of an opportunity to stretch her pussy. It was as tight as you would expect to find on a 4’11”, 95-pound frame. With my second push, I bottomed out. I hit her cervix. I had been told that this is as painful to a woman as a kick in the balls is to a guy. With a grin, I pulled out and slammed in again, making sure that I hit her cervix with my full weight. Her grunt and twisted expression confirmed that what I heard was true.

I began to fuck her harder and faster. By now, my Cubanita had gone limp in total submission. She just lay across my desk, motionless, praying in Spanish, with her wide green eyes staring blankly into space. I let go of her neck but she made no move to escape. Her prayers were barely audible over the slapping of my balls against her ass.

This was no fun anymore. As I continued to fuck her doggie-style, I tried to think of something that would bring her back to life. I scanned across my desk and then I saw it. It was fucking perfect!!! On my desk, among the crumpled papers, sat the crystal statuette that I received as a major contributor to the charity campaign of the Miami Chamber of Commerce. I pulled the glass phallus off of its pedestal that read “To a truly great man of Miami.” The irony of the scene made me laugh. The Cubanita, who did not see what I was doing, did not move or even acknowledge my laughter.

I leaned back and summoned forth a huge gob of spit. I let it fly onto the Cubanita. I landed at the top of her ass crack. She shuddered for a second but did not move. As I continued fucking her, the spit began to roll down her crack and pooled at her tight asshole. Perfect!!! With one fluid movement, I jammed the crystal statuette into her ass. That woke her up, big time!!! She screamed and kicked as I forced the cold glass into her ass. She vomitted across my desk as I forced the large globe at the base of the sculpture through her sphincter. Her face slid through the pool of puke as I began to fuck her with renewed vigor.

The feel of the glass statuette through the thin walls of her pussy was too much for me to take. With a parting shot, I drove my cock into her cervix as hard as I could. My balls spasmed and I shot my load deep inside her. She squealed out in pain as I pulled the now-dirty glass from her asshole. As my cock shrunk, it slid out of her and a trickle of my cum began to drool down her leg.

I pulled my pants and underwear up and threw her dirty cleaning rags across her back. “Get up and clean this fucking mess NOW or we’ll do it again.” Like a beaten and fearful puppy, she pulled herself together and began to clean. I watched her mop up the puke and polish my mahogany desk. She picked up all of the papers and arranged them into need piles. Sheepishly, she pleaded, “I leave now, si?

“Not yet,” I told her. I reached behind my back and pulled out the filthy glass statuette. “Clean this, too.” She carefully polished the glass, making sure to get all of the shit out of the etching. She carefully returned the glass to its ironic base and again pleaded, ” I tell no one. Please, I go now.” I motioned to the door and spoke softly, “Tell anyone and you die. Now get the fuck out.” She grabbed her cleaning cart and left.

It was now about 2:00 a.m. I picked up the phone and dialed my buddy Charlie.

“Hey, Charlie, it’s Bill. What’s going on? Yeah, I know it’s fucking late, but a hot inside tip like this does not last too long. You want to turn $1000 into $100,000? Yeah, it’s legit. First, you still work at INS? I got a fuckin’ Cuban slut that I want deported. You can do that? Cool. Now let me tell you about this stock…”

I told you I was a prick.

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