by S. C. Adams
I assist him in my stripping and get completely naked for him. He grabs onto both of my breasts and puts my nipples in his mouth one by one, softening them and moistening them with his warm spit.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“You like the way I pay you attention, darling?” he asks me.
“Fuck yes, don’t stop.”
He continues to suck and lick on my nipples and massage my breasts with his mighty hands. I respond to his breastfeeding by arching my back and letting out moans loud enough for all of New York to hear.
“Yes, sir.”
Since he helped me get undressed, I help him get undressed while he continues to suck and nibble on my tits attentively. I’m not expecting what I get when I remove his boxers.
“Your dick is so big,” I gasp. “I’m not sure I can accommodate you.”
He grins.
“Your fucking pussy looks really tight. You’ll take fine, trust me.”
I moan a little before shooting him a coy gasp.
“Maybe,” I say as I watch his cock throb for me. “It looks delicious.”
He lets out a hoarse chuckle.
“We’ll feast another night,” he says. “Right now, you’re going to take it from me, and then, you’re going to ride me to completion. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
It’s easy for me to see why he is the boss. He isn’t just a leader; he is a commander. I’m so ready to have his impressive size penetrate my tight cunt.
I sit back on the love seat and then Mr. Marx inserts his thick dick inside of me. I feel like the earth has moved, and it isn’t just from the limo hitting a pothole.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Oh god,” I cry out. “I’m not sure. It’s so fucking huge!”
He grins.
“And it’s only in halfway, baby. You ready for the other half?”
I sit up a bit in shock, looking down. No way I’ve only swallowed half his dick, but it’s true. Even though my swollen pussy feels full, in fact there’s still at least five inches of hot, thick cock waiting to come inside.
I lean back.
“Give it to me,” I pant. “I can do it.”
He growls.
“I love hearing you say that.” He pushes again and this time, I’m sure he’s all the way in. I’m stuffed to the gills, my tiny pussy so fucked.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
My eyes flutter open.
“I’m fantastic,” I reply honestly. “Give it to me, baby.”
I’ve never enjoyed having sex in the back of cars, but this is unlike any sexual experience I’ve had before. He thrusts in and out of me with such persistence and skill that my body can barely handle all of the pleasure.
The passion is intoxicating and otherworldly. He kisses me often whenever our faces are close. Our mouths are generally open from the constant moans of joy, so our tongues often meet and dance. I move my hands all around his body, feeling his firm muscles and running my fingers through his hair. He grabs my breasts or holds onto my face and keeps our heads close together.
We can’t get enough of each other. I can taste his breath, and I’m ready to taste every bit of him. Then, he simply presses his thumb gently against my clit.
He gives me such an intense orgasm that I’m sure my screams will break all the limo’s windows (or at least crack them badly). I cream all over his hard cock, coating his rod with my juices. I’m afraid that I might pass out.
I still have one more job to do. We switch positions, and he lays where I just was. He strokes his dick while I climb on top of him, stretching my legs and feeling just how much he pulls me apart.
I sit down on his lengthy girth and take every inch of him slowly. He’s fucking huge, and I have to worm myself down, squirming and mewling. Once I feel his base, I begin to ride him fervently and with enough speed that I can practically feel me pumping him up to the point of no return.
“That’s right, Mr. Marx,” I say into his ear. “Give me that fucking cum.”
It appears that my command is assertive enough to make this handsome billionaire submit to the commands of a newly hired PR manager with barely any money in her account.
He grabs a firm hold onto my ass for leverage, holding me tighter to him as he drills up into me with a force that knocks the breath out of me. We hold out for as long as we can, enjoying every moment of our incredible intimacy, but he obliges my wishes and shoots his hot stream of ejaculate far up into my pussy, mixing our fluids together in a tremendous chemistry experiment. The more I feel him fill me up, the more sensation I feel where it matters most.
I have my next and most intense orgasm just as the traffic is clearing up. It doesn’t matter that the roads have cleared up, however, because we are taking a scenic route back to my place. Aiden still needs me, and I did tell him at one point that I would always be there to service him whenever he needs me. And he isn’t done with me after just one round of amazing sex.
We keep up our steamy affair well into the night.
5
Aiden
I wake up happy for many reasons. I’m glad that it’s Friday. We’ll get a break from work, and the media will have the weekend to rest and digest what I’ve given them and hopefully come back with a friendlier tone for me.
I also wake up in a great mood because of the night before with Kate in the back of my limo. I think about the faces she made as I eat my breakfast. I think about how sexy she looks while she rides me, as I take my shower and pleasure myself to thoughts of her. I think about how I don’t want to bring any other woman in the back of that limo again except for her.
By the time I’m getting to work, I still can’t stop thinking about Kate and her sweet curves and amazing moves. I know that this is going to be a problem that I’ll have for quite some time. I don’t even want to weigh the possibility that she can remain embedded in my head for good. If she wants to keep the job, I know that we’ll have to keep it in our pants.
Considering that I want her more than anyone else that’s ever worked for me, it’s going to be damn near impossible to control my urges in the slightest. I’m dreading going into work for the first time in a long time, and I really don’t want her to know that and get the wrong idea.
Adam catches me as I march for my office.
“Looking good, chief,” he remarks like a smartass.
“What do you need, Adam?” I ask.
“I need to know if you fucked Kate or not yet,” he says bluntly.
I sigh. I decide not to fight it or hide it. Adam is the only person I know I can unconditionally trust.
“I fucking knew it.” He laughs. “When and how many times?”
“Last night, and none of your goddamn business,” I say with a shove.
“You are such a fucking dick,” he mumbles. “Are you trying to end your career in disgrace? I realize that you won’t go hungry. I mean, some of your employees might when you have to shut the company down.”
“Adam, whoa.” I chuckle. “You’re getting a little carried away there, buddy. Nothing’s happening to Tech Wreck. We’re gonna keep wrecking it till the end, bro.”
“I just don’t feel good about where all of this is heading,” he says with concern. “I’m worried that you’re playing with fire and not in a good way.”
I suddenly have a piercing pain shoot in my forehead. I suspect that it’s a migraine caused by my drinking last night.
“Your drinking catching up to you?” he successfully surmises. “Dude, you can’t keep doing things like this. The very last woman that you hired to fill that PR position is the very same woman you had to fire after she caused all this fucking shit in the first place. Now, you immediately fuck the new girl.”
“It isn’t immediately after—”
“Oh, I’m sorry. You waited three days. Good for you. Such willpower! At least tell me you wore a rubber with this chick.”
I burst out laughing, unable to control myself. He shakes hi
s head in disappointment, unable to look at me directly in the eye.
“I’m sure she’s on the pill, man!” I say, trying to sound convincing. “She didn’t say a word about it. All girls say something about it if they aren’t on the pill, right?”
“Uh, no,” Adam says matter-of-factly. “That’s what we want to believe is the case, but we both know guys and girls lie to each other all the fucking time.”
Adam is doing a good job at giving me my lumps. I realize that I’m being stupid and reckless, and just seeing the utter disappointment on his face is enough to ground me.
I pat him on the shoulder. “I know I can’t keep doing this, man. I swear.”
“You know it, but are you going to abide by basic work guidelines with this girl, or are you going to keep fucking her?” he asks.
“I’m keeping it in my pants, bro,” I tell him.
“After everything else you’re going through with this batshit media frenzy,” Adam says, growing angry. “What the fuck is the matter with you? Even if you’re going to sleep with someone we work with, you had to sleep with another girl from PR? Can you imagine if Sarah were to somehow find that out?”
“She’s not going to find that out,” I say with authority. “You’re the only one that knows, and it’s going to stay that way. If she finds out, I’ll know who leaked the info, motherfucker.”
“You cannot get caught with Kate in any sort of compromising circumstance,” he says. “Jesus, you know you have a board meeting today in Conference Room D.”
“Yes, I’m still the CEO and owner of the company, ass,” I say, insulted. “I’m always on time and on my shit. You know that. Pussy never slows me down.”
“Everyone can sense that spark between you two, you know?” Adam informs me. “Even if you aren’t flirting, which you do constantly, it’s so clear that you’re both attracted to each other. It’s stupid and fucking illogical, but… it’s hard for me to judge. I fuck just as many girls as you do.”
“This is why you’re my best mate, and I respect you,” I say with another clap on his shoulder. “Dude, I can’t hide my longing for her. She’s fantastic.”
“Boy, she must be good,” Adam says.
“Did we make a mistake?” I wonder of Kate and me.
“Yes,” Adam answers for me. “You both made a big mistake, and you can’t afford to make it again, even once more. You hear me?”
“Do you think I only hired her because I’m insanely into her?”
“Why are you asking me a bunch of easy questions you have the answers to?” Adam laughs. “Get ready for that damn board meeting and don’t get yourself ousted! I like you running the show! Don’t have them put me in charge.”
“Right, because you wouldn’t ejaculate in your pants over that opportunity,” I say with assurance. “You know, you should be backing my sex life with Kate. I get hot, secret sex for a while, and if we get caught and it ruins my career, you’ll inherit the kingdom. You wouldn’t do such a bad job running the place, man. You’ve practically been doing it with me since I started this whole operation.”
“Don’t be so gay,” he replies. “Good luck with those old shitheads later.”
The board meets with me on time in Conference Room D. We shake hands, exchange the usual meaningless, trivial pleasantries, and we take our seats. The six of them sit in front of me, and I sit alone.
Usually, only two or three of them will speak during these meetings, but this time, only the really old one, Howard, speaks for the group.
“The media is still making you out to be quite a scoundrel, Aiden,” says Howard. “They say you’re an animal, a sadist, a rich asshole that enjoys harassing women. Forget that these labels are still, to my knowledge, unjustified.”
“They are,” I assure the board.
“Nonetheless, we are highly appalled by the company that you chose to keep, Aiden,” says Howard. “Hiring this demented woman, Sarah Blackburn, was a horrible mistake in the first place! Why did you hire Sarah? Or Kate Harly? Were those girls willing to suck your dick?”
“Howard, that kind of talk is unnecessary—”
“It very well is not, goddamn it!” he roars. “You’ve put the entire company in quite a predicament, man. What were you thinking?”
“Please just say what you need to say,” I say, meeting his gaze.
“Well, we here on the board are all split,” Howard says. “We aren’t really sure how to handle all of this, at least, not right now. We’re letting your cleanup crew do their thing and hoping that they’ll produce results soon.”
“They will,” I assure them.
“We just want this shitstorm to go away, Aiden,” Howard growls.
“I know, and I want that too, more than anything,” I respond. “It will go away.”
“How can you be so certain?” he wonders. “There’s only so much you or anyone else here at this company can do to help put out this fire. Do you know something we don’t?”
“I know that people are more willing to forgive than you think,” I say with confidence. “I think Kate Harly is already proving herself and fitting in with Tech Wreck very well.”
“We hate to agree with you, but you’re right about that,” Howard says. “We like Kate. She’s doing exceptional PR work for being so young. How old is she, twenty-two?”
“Twenty-six,” I correct.
“She looks younger than that,” Howard remarks. “Nonetheless, we thought that it was a horrible move to hire Harly at first.”
“I figured you might,” I say.
“But with her great performance so early in the game, I think we’ve come to see just how smart a decision it was to hire her after all. If you and her can actually somehow, miraculously, magically turn your image back around to where it needs to be, we’ll keep backing you as CEO.”
“You’ll be able to proudly back me again soon, I promise.”
“But,” Howard says forcefully, “if your revenue should start drastically dropping, or if your stock should continue to dip and dwindle, there will be some on this board that will seek your removal as CEO.”
“I understand, but our numbers are not low at all right now,” I say. “Where are these fears coming from?”
“Our stock has been dipping slowly but steadily over the past two years, Aiden,” Howard says. “With these scandals now out there and so publicly discussed, it doesn’t look good, son.”
“I own this company, so if you feel inclined to remove me as CEO, go ahead,” I say without a care. “I’ve been through rough patches before, and I’ll get through this one, too. If you can’t trust in me right now, trust in Kate Harly.”
“You got lucky with that move donating the learning tablets,” Howard pettily remarks. “We all know just what kind of shit numbers those were pulling before your generous gifts to the children. That idea is too good to have just been yours. My guess is either Adam had a hand in it or this trustworthy Kate Harly. Fix this whole mess, Aiden. If you aren’t a sexual pervert, prove it. We don’t have a lot of time.”
After lunch, well after the board meeting has concluded, I decide to call Kate to see if she can come in for work-related matters.
She is still bad about answering the phone, so I resort to texting:
“Hey Kate, can you come in for a couple of hours this afternoon so we can discuss what’s next on the agenda? Thank you.”
It isn’t long before I receive a text message reply from Kate:
“I’m sorry, I can’t come in today. I’ve got meetings all day at the agency and won’t be able to give you a good rundown just yet.”
She writes another text quickly after that one that reads: “But I can come in next week? Could I come in on Monday?”
“That works. Thank you, Kate.”
“You’re welcome, Aiden.”
“How are you feeling about everything that happened last night?” I text.
“I feel terrific.” Then, she adds: “I really enjoyed myself, and I had a lot
of fun with you. I’ll never forget it.”
“I didn’t put pressure on you in any way, did I?” I text Kate.
“Not at all. I’m not Sarah. I’m not going to treat you the way she did. You don’t have to be afraid that I’m going to turn on you.”
“I do have to be afraid of you turning me on, though.”
“Oh my,” she replies.
“I’m not sure we can keep doing what we did last night,” she continues. “It is fun, but it is wrong. We had our night, and now we should do things right.”
“I agree,” I text back, lying with every letter I type.
Doing things right, to me, mean picking up right where Kate and I left things that night. Although I don’t text or call her again for the rest of the day, she is still with me. I still can’t get her out of my head, and I know that resisting her is going to be impossible. As far as I’m concerned, I think maybe fate brought us together.
6
Kate
I’ve been planning on having lunch with my best friend all week. We keep playing phone tag with each other, scheduling and rescheduling. Finally, on my first weekend since starting my new job, I’m able to enjoy a nice lunch with just about the only person in the world that understands me.
My BFF is Lily Thomson. We have been roommates together all the way back to our freshman year of college. We were the same age, getting the same education, and we had most of the same interests and hobbies. We are practically tailor-made to be best friends, and we’ve been inseparable ever since we were eighteen.
Lily is always there for me, and I think that I’m always there for her when she needs me. We needed a lot of assurances in the beginning of our college years, and we were always a support system for the other. She helped me through most of my bouts with self-doubt and fear early on to help keep me on track with trying to achieve my goals and dreams. While I can safely say that I can hold my own now, I couldn’t always say it during the beginning, and neither could Lily.
