I didn’t watch as he lost his own clothes but soon felt his naked legs nudging my thighs apart. His hands held me by the hips to prevent me retreating from him, “I take it my offer is of interest to you?” He leant over me; I felt his cock nudge against my swollen vagina. “Tell me what you want, what you’ve agreed to… come on you can say it.”
“You’re a pig,” I whispered, “I want your job, OK, I agree to your terms, take me.” I lifted my head to look him in the eyes when he didn’t move a muscle, his manhood poised tantalisingly at my entrance, I gave in, “FUCK ME YOU BASTARD!” This time I’d raised my voice, I’d expected to sound angry but even to my ears it was a cry full of lust.
He entered me with one powerful thrust and my next sound was a strangled cry of pleasure. He felt big and unyieldingly hard as he slid home until I felt his balls crash into me. He tried to take the whole of my left breast into his mouth. I felt him bite my nipple, felt the shock of it, the exquisite pain that shot through me. As he worked on my breasts, he pulled his cock out slowly before thrusting back into me once more.
That’s all it took, I was lost, my arms reached for him as an immediate orgasm hit me. He varied his pace, he left me bereft as he pulled out, then filled me again, he teased and pleasured me. He licked and kissed my breasts, neck, and face. Riding a wave of pleasure so intense I thought I would explode. Then he stopped, held himself deep inside me, I could feel the pulse of his climax as he filled me with his seed.
I held him tightly, my body shook, my arms and legs were wrapped his body, pulling the whole weight of him against me. When eventually our breathing normalised he rolled off me, I’d felt a moment of disappointment as he pulled out but now I basked in the feeling of being well and truly fucked.
He started to get dressed as I lay brazenly naked before him. He eventually broke the silence, “Put your dress on, we have more details to discuss, but not here.” He picked up my underwear and pocketed it, “you won’t need these yet,” then he handed me my dress. “Come on let’s find somewhere more comfortable.”
Without raising an objection, I complied meekly, once I’d slipped on my dress and shoes he led me out of the offices, locked up and took me to his car. I looked enquiringly, he knew what I wanted, “my apartment, it’s not far. Hope you bought us plenty of time?”
His apartment was expensively furnished, I only got a quick glance as we hurried to his bedroom. We were soon naked, and I was pushed to my knees, he didn’t need to say anything, I knew what he wanted, and I obliged without protest. And I enjoyed it too, he was generously endowed, and soon as hard as a rock. I kissed, licked, sucked and, most surprisingly to me, worshipped his glorious phallus.
He let me play for a while then lifting me to my feet moved us to the bed, he lay on his back and pulled me onto him. My mouth found his as I straddled his hips, his hands gripped my buttocks, a finger stroked between my legs as I ravaged his face and neck, my hands entwined in his hair to hold his head where I wanted it. His hardness found its rightful place and I jerked as he drove it home. I sat up to place my breasts in his view as I bounced up and down on him. He quickly accepted the challenge and grabbed a breast in each hand, an engorged nipple squashed in between his thumbs and fingers.
Again, the power of this man took me over completely, transporting me to another place, I was soon lost in an oblivion of lust. It was not the love making I shared with Jon, instead this was raw passion. Two people lost in desire, frantic to touch, feel and taste every part of each other. He lasted longer this time, we swapped and change positions continuously, our bodies bathed in sweat until finally I felt him throbbing inside me for the second time.
Once I’d calmed down he took me into the bathroom where I showered. He handed me my underwear and I quickly dressed. “Talk things over with your husband during the weekend, make sure the travelling will not be a problem and we will discuss more details on Monday morning, best do it before the others get in, say 6:30am?”
He returned me to my car, as I was about to leave him he kissed me and said, “Thank you, it was all I’d hoped for, you are simply the best, just what I imagined, and I look forward to many more times like it.” I could only stare slightly wide eyed as he continued, “Now I have your agreement I intend to take you anytime I desire it and you will comply with my wishes. After tonight I know you will bend to my desires, and you will enjoy it.” It wasn’t a question!
Too stunned to reply I left him and went home to my husband; my mind was reeling with the business opportunity with which I’d just been presented. Now I look back I’m ashamed to say that what I had just done to earn it was forgotten, moved to a part of my brain that contained no conscience, a part that was prepared to accept what he’d said, it’s just business, the ends justifying the means.
As I expected Jon was supportive, keen that I followed my dream, with what I was to be earning he even agreed to reduce his work commitments to become more involved with our children. Now they were getting older he could take care of their needs while I committed to work, he said he could sort out child-care and later on their after-school clubs, etc.. Of course, I’d omitted to tell him about the one important condition I’d agreed to.
One thing I did decide was that I needed to regain some control with Grant, how dare he tell me that he would take me whenever he wanted?
I would talk to him as soon as I got in on Monday, I’d make him understand that sex with him would be on my terms. After all I was not a whore, not there just for his pleasure. No, I was not. Part of me I think was honest enough to know that I’d ultimately give in to him and so accepted that, we would simply and certainly need to be discrete.
So, it was bright and early Monday morning when I began what was to become a most surprising week for me. Grant was at his desk when I arrived so I started to explain to him that what we did on Friday was wrong, “you cannot just demand sexual favours to suit yourself…..” that is as far as I got when he interrupted me!
“Take off your dress.” His words stopped my flow, I was not sure what I’d just heard. “NOW, take it off now!”
His eyes were locked on mine as he moved towards me, he moved with animal like speed to sweep me into his arms, his lips preventing anything but a groan escaping from mine. I felt all my resistance ebb away before he stepped back, “What was it that you didn’t understand, your training has already started, I want to see your body, NOW!”
What could I do? My dress was soon on the floor with the rest of my underwear piled on top of it, he looked at my nakedness with a smile of satisfaction, “Now what were you saying?” I tried to resist, I really did, but the words would not come. He pulled me across his knee and spanked me, really slapped my bare bottom, and even made me count each one. Tears of pain ran down my cheeks during the first few. Then it happened!
I went crazy with desire, begged him to fuck me, I laid myself open for him and he took me roughly, seemingly not at all interested in my pleasure. He dominated me completely and to my shame I loved every second of it. When he was done we cleaned up with only minutes to spare before the rest of the staff arrived.
As soon as Natalie came in Grant and I met with her to agree to their proposal and sign my new contract of employment, etc.. From the look on Natalie’s face, I could tell she was fully aware of the bargain I’d made with Grant, but she said nothing about it, not then anyway.
Once the rest of the staff arrived they were told about my promotion and new responsibilities. The one surprise I had was that Cindy was no longer part of the team, we were advised by Natalie that she had resigned with immediate effect. I was never to actually find out but I suspect I had taken her place as Grant’s new toy and so she was surplus to requirements. I spent most of the day clearing my desk, handing over all that I was working on to my ‘old’ team. I spent no more time alone with Grant that day.
Tuesday morning found me in Grant’s office early again, I’d barely protested this time as I was bent face down over his desk with him thrusting deep into me, his hands full of my bared breasts. I soon climaxed and he joined me as my second sent me to heaven…. or was it hell? To say I didn’t like the man I sure did like what he did to me, I realised to my shame that I was now looking forward to working under him, in more ways than one.
I took over what was previously his desk as he preferred to work in an easy chair located in the bay window alcove. We talked through the projects he was working on, and he divided them up advising me what I needed to do with those allocated to me. As we were closing up at the end of the day he advised me that I would need an overnight bag with me on Thursday as we would be travelling to a client and needed to stay out overnight. We’d be entertaining so he suggested that I’d need a cocktail dress