He’d taken a step back from me, eyes roaming over me as I tried to get my breath back. I looked to the door, could I get to it and escape? Did I even want to? As I debated this internally, my brain verses my body, he spoke again, “I won’t stop you if you decide to leave, it’s your choice, the promotion you deserve, the step-up you want and all you have to do is…. well, I’ve told you what I want for it, what my condition is, remember it’s only business!”
“It is up to you now, removing your clothes will not only fulfil my dreams it will confirm your acceptance of my offer, but I also promise not to disappoint you… in any way.” Our eyes were locked as my mind whirled trying to resolve my dilemma, then he demanded, “Well what will it be?”
What did I want? I’d worked hard, I deserved the promotion didn’t I? Could I deceive Jon, my love, the man of my dreams, my darling Jon. Would submitting to this arrogant man be so bad? Could the job be worth the risk I’d be taking? How would I hide it from my family, did I want to? All the time my mind was working through these questions my body made a choice, involuntarily my shaking hands unzipped my dress, then reached for my bra clasp.
Eventually realising what I was already doing I spoke softly, “You leave me no choice you arrogant bastard! But you know that don’t you? I should hate you, I really ought to tell you just to fuck off, and stuff your job, let you know that I don’t need it.” My dress had already dropped from my overheated body, my bra now held loosely against my heaving breasts, “You really are enjoying this, you think you deserve it, believing you can have just what you want, you’re a bastard, I despise you!”
Even as I spoke I’d surrendered completely by setting my breasts free to his gaze, his eyes widened in appreciation, then without waiting I’d quickly slipped my knickers down to the floor. All the time I was looking back at him with what I hoped was a defiant stare. Naked now, I stood for a moment. Then, without taking my eyes from his, I laid back on the table, I held my arms above my head, my body completely open to him as I lay in total submission.
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.