by Sloan, C. T.
Mr. Rex grits his teeth. He begins to breathe heavily. He suddenly spins me around. I feel him pull down my underwear. He lifts me up into the air and sinks his teeth right into one of my ass cheeks. I moan. Oh fuck. I’ve never done anything like this before. The strong billionaire carries me across the living room and tosses me down on the sofa. He begins to unbutton his shirt. He pulls that shirt off, revealing the strongest arms I have ever seen on a man. Then he pulls off his T-shirt and shows-off his sculpted chest and stomach. Mr. Rex stands there, with his massive chest and lustful eyes. He removes his belt and slowly runs that leather accessory across my body.
I reach around and unhook my bra. Before I can get completely naked, Mr. Rex pulls that bra off of my body. My nipples are hard. Mr. Rex likes that. He instantly drops on his knees and runs his lips all over my tits. Dammit. This man has a gifted tongue. I feel his right hand slide down between my legs. The hulking tycoon rubs me out better than any man has ever touched me before. I lie back and feel all the blood rush to my head. My body temperature rises as Mr. Rex. licks my nipples, sucks on my tits and plays with my pussy.
My boss runs his tongue down to my stomach. I quiver in anticipation of what’s going to happen next. I look down and see Mr. Rex position himself between my legs. He runs his tongue up my inner thighs. Before I know if, I am getting eaten out by this behemoth of a man. He is devouring me. I slam the back of my head against the sofa cushions. Mr. Rex goes after me without mercy. This feels so good that I begin to cry. My boss reaches up and plays with my tits while he drives me closer and closer to ecstasy. Just before I feel like I am about to cum, my boss stops himself and removes his pants.
I look at Mr. Rex as he stands there in his underwear. The bulge under his final article of clothing is scaring the hell out of me. I already know that this man is packing some serious size. Even though my young and little body is fearful, I can’t help but reach up and touch that big bulge. I run my fingers over Mr. Rex’s underwear. Then I slowly reach up and pull it down. Mr. Rex’s big, hard cock stares me right in the face. It is bigger, longer and thicker than I could imagine. I wrap both of my hands around his sizable piece of manhood. I begin to stroke it. After a few seconds, my fear begins to give way to excitement. I kiss the tip of that dick. Then I reach around to get a nice feel of Mr. Rex’s strong, round rump. Before I know it, I’m running my tongue up and down that big, hard dick.
I begin to suck off my master. I open my mouth as wide as I can so I give Mr. Rex the best blowjob of his life. My boss sits down on the sofa and pushes my face all the way down on his dick. I can feel my mouth get stuffed with my boss’s thick dick. My first inclination is to gag and pull away. However, I want to show this T. Rex of a stud that I am girl enough for him. I go all the way down on that dick and up the ante by playing with his balls. He grunts and moans his approval. I couldn’t get a better compliment from Mr. Rex.
My boss pulls me up and forces me to sit on his dick. I slowly lower myself onto my boss’s thick member. My eyes open wide. I’ve never felt so much dick inside of me. It hurts. But in a nice way. Mr. Rex places his strong hands all over my body as I begin to ride him. My boss pulls me in and begins to suck on my tits. Oh fuck. I just love the way his mouth feels on me. I know we are only fucking but when my boss’s mouth is on my body, it just feels intimate. I place my arms around his head and place him close to me.
Mr. Rex fucks me nice and hard. He places me down on a coffee table and continues to rail me with full fury. I look up at his sweaty and strong chest. His stomach muscles contract with every pump. I feel like I am being split apart in two and I love it. Mr. Rex turns me over and begins to fuck me from behind. He begins to pull on my hair. He spanks my ass.
“This is what you get for teasing me like that!” Mr. Rex roars as he pulls on my hair some more. I am getting closer and closer to climax. I begin to moan and scream. My boss begins to choke me from behind. That just ups the intensity. Mr. Rex pushes that big dick all the way inside of me. He blocks all the oxygen from my head. I cum. He cums. He let’s go of me and I just drop onto the ground.
My vision is blurry. I just got fucked by a six-foot, five-inch muscle-bound billionaire with a monster cock. I look up and see Mr. Rex standing over me with that hard dick. I reach up and stroke off my master.
“That’s a good little girl,” my boss says. He lifts me up and carries me over his shoulder. Damn, the big man lifted me up like a small sack of potatoes. He carries me out of the house and over to the pool area. Mr. Rex continues to walk until I hear the distinct bubbling sound of a jacuzzi. My boss pulls me off his shoulder and places my naked body into the nice warm jacuzzi water. Mr. Rex then gets inside, sits down and places me on his lap. I rest my head on my boss’s massive chest. He fondles my nipples, pulling and playing with them with his thumb and index finger.
The next few minutes are the most comforting and satisfying moments of my life. To be in the arms of this big man, in this jacuzzi at Midnight felt so fucking perfect. Of course, my stupid tendency to worry causes me to ruin the moment.
“Mr. Rex. Are we missing the conference call with Asia?”
“They can wait. I can’t get enough of your little body,” my boss says as he continues to run his hands all over my body. Mr. Rex leans in and starts to lick my nipples again. I can’t tell you how good it feels to have this powerful stud all over my body. And the fact that he is putting his business aside to play with me is the most wonderful ego trip of all.
My boss licks and kisses my body for a good five minutes. Then he finally tells me that he needs to, “Get back to work.” I follow Mr. Rex out of the jacuzzi. We walk towards a detached beach house across from the Olympic sized pool. And let me tell you, watching a naked Mr. Rex strut around is a sight to behold. The man’s ass is sculpted out of granite. He walks into the pool house. I follow him as he makes his way into a bathroom that holds a selection of thick robes. Mr. Rex puts on a white robe.
“Here,” my boss says as he hands me a second robe which is obviously too big for my petite five foot, four inch frame. I try my best to make the robe fit my body. Needless to say, this robe was measured for the massive build of my boss.
We walk back into the mansion. I try my best to keep the robe on my body. The damn thing is dragging on the ground and it feels like it could slip at any moment. We walk over to Mr. Rex’s personal office, a huge space complete with a six-foot globe and several post-modern paintings on the walls. Mr. Rex turns on the plasma screen across from his desk and calls his Hong Kong office. I quickly look around the office for a pen and pad. Even though my boss and I had just shared a mind blowing sex experience, I instantly try to get back to “business mode.”
As Mr. Rex gets his Hong Kong managing director onscreen, I sit down with a pen and pad of paper ready to take notes. The no-nonsense CEO wastes no time in getting down to business. I quickly try to transcribe both sides of the conversation. As I furiously write, I can feel the oversized robe slipping off of my right shoulder. When I look up, I notice Mr. Rex staring over at me. I look down and see that my right breast is completely exposed. Stupid me, I am distracting him! I quickly close the robe up and get back to my note-taking duties.
My boss continues back to his teleconference call. I notice that he has moved one of his hands down between his legs. It looks like my little inadvertent nudie show is starting to get him off. Now, if I weren’t dutifully taking notes, I would crawl over there and help him out with my mouth! Of course, work comes first. I continue to take notes as I watch my boss slowly get himself hard again. After ten more minutes, the teleconference call wraps up. Mr. Rex is completely hard. As soon as my boss hangs up with the Hong Kong office, he gets up and heads right for me.
Mr. Rex grabs me off of the chair and pulls me up to my feet. He begins to unwrap me from the oversized robe. My boss lifts me off of my feet and begins to lick and suck on my tits. Then he turns me around and tells me to “put my hands on the wall and stay still. I do exactly as m
y boss demands. I hear him open a drawer. I want to turn around, however I am too afraid to make any sudden moves.
“Have you ever been whipped before?” Mr. Rex asks me.
“No,” I say nervously.
“Good,” he says.
I feel a sudden slap of leather against my ass cheeks. Now, I’ve been spanked before but this sensation is much more intense. My boss whips me again and again. A tear falls down my cheek.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes,” I cry.
“Do you want me to kiss it and make it better.”
“Yes, please.”
I feel Mr. Rex grab me by the hips. He lifts my ass up into the air. I feel his lips and tongue on my ass cheeks. My boss gently rubs my behind until a little smile comes across my face. Then he begins to kiss my ass. The little kisses make me giggle. Mr. Rex punishes my inappropriate laugh with a quick spank across my bottom.
My boss bends me over until my head is almost touching my knees. I feel Mr. Rex’s hard dick against my ass cheeks. He slowly enters me from behind. I moan out my approval as that strong man begins to fuck me from behind. He gets really aggressive, really fast. I place my hands on the ground in order to maintain my balance.
“So you like to tease me while I’m on an important teleconference call?” Mr. Rex says.
“I didn’t mean it.”
“You liar!” Mr. Rex says as he fucks me harder and faster. I giggle again. He lifts me up and bends me over the sofa. I can feel his fingernails just claw into my ass cheeks. My body breaks out into a hot sweat as I feel myself ready to cum.
Mr. Rex lets out a frightening scream as he cums inside of me. I moan out my orgasmic climax as my boss pulls on my hair. By the time it is all over, we both collapse onto the sofa, trying to catch our breath. My boss looks at me and says, “You are not going home tonight.”
“I’m not?!” I ask.
Mr. Rex picks me up and carries me out of his office. He hauls me up three flights of stairs and kicks open the double doors to his master bedroom. “You are staying here with me!” Mr. Rex demands.
Now, this is what I call a friendly hostage situation. “Thank you, Mr. Rex.”
***
I am awakened at 8:00 a.m. I feel these huge arms around me body and for a moment I can’t recall where I am sleeping. I look around this large bedroom and then my eyes wander down to the giant king sized bed. I look down at one of the huge hands around me waist. Oh yeah, I’m in Mr. Rex’s bed.
My boss wakes up a few minutes later. He gives me a kiss on the back of my neck and tells me to come with him in the shower. I volunteer to wash his muscular body. My boss is kind enough to allow me the privilege to cover his perfectly sculpted body in soapy suds. It doesn’t take long for me to run that sponge across my boss’s massive chest, down to his strong abs and around to that nice, round butt.
Mr. Rex takes my hand and places it right on his hard cock. Before I know it, the morning shower turns into a wet and wild fuck session. I start to jerk-off Mr. Rex while he plays with my tits. The warm water, along with our body heat, begins to fog up the glass walls of the shower. A hot situation is starting to get much hotter! Mr. Rex sits me down on this stone shower bench area. He spreads my legs apart and goes down on me. Mr. Rex may be a powerful, alpha-male but he is not afraid to get on his knees to make a girl feel special. Like everything Mr. Rex does, his oral skills are intense. Within a few minutes, I feel my body ready to explode into orgasm.
I begin to pull on my boss’s hair as he brings me closer and closer to climax. “Mr. Rex! Mr. Rex!” I scream as I cum harder than I’ve ever cum in my life. I scream and cry. My boss continues to lick me, causing me to nearly fall onto the shower floor. I swear I feel like I am going to pass out. I swear, this man could fuck a girl to death with his tongue!
Mr. Rex pulls me up by the shoulder and demands that I finish washing him off. “We do have a schedule to keep,” my boss admonishes. Well, taking a few seconds to steady my feet, I grab the sponge and get back to work. This time I decide to reward my boss by washing his cock with my mouth. That catches the hulking billionaire off-guard. He begins to moan as I work my lips and tongue on that nice, thick dick.
Since my boss is on a schedule, I do my best to finish him off within a few minutes. Mr. Rex cums all over my tits. He is kind enough to wash me off and give me a complimentary little spank on the ass. Now, this is a heck of a way to start off the workday! After we get out of the shower, I dry off my master. As we get dressed, I notice Mr. Rex press a red button on the wall. Within ten minutes, I hear the rumble of three helicopters over the mansion. Now, that’s what I call fast service!
Mr. Rex marches out of his master bedroom suite. I follow him like a faithful pet. We walk down the four flights of stairs and make our way to the back of the estate where the massive 8-person helicopter awaits on a helipad. Naturally, I duck down to avoid the whipping winds from the rotors. Mr. Rex appears to be used to the noise of the chopper and barely flinches as he boards his ride. All I can wonder is how his neighbors put up with this morning intrusion. Then it occurs to me that Mr. Rex probably has no nearby neighbors. Ah, the perks of being the wealthiest man in Texas.
We settle into the helicopter. I strap myself in while Mr. Rex pulls out today’s edition of the Wall Street Journal. As we rise into the sky, Mr. Rex looks over at me. I become self-conscious. He looks me up and down for more than a few seconds. “Of course, you are wearing the same clothing from last night,” my boss says as he pulls his phone out of his suit jacket. Now, I really feel embarrassed. Mr. Rex talks on the phone for a few seconds. Then he hangs up and looks at me and says, “There will be a selection of wardrobe waiting for you at the office.”
“Thank you, Mr. Rex.”
“You’re welcome,” my boss says as he goes back to his morning paper.
I look out the window and see the Dallas skyline in the distance. This is the first moment I have had to reflect since last night. Over a week ago, I arrived at Rex Industries under the pretense of writing an expose on Mr. Rex. Now things have gotten a lot more difficult. I certainly have one hell of a story on my hands. But there is no way I can write this story now. I have become a part of the story. And it would be such a betrayal of a man who has been nothing but kind to me. My decision to kill the story would be easy if it weren’t for the fact that my editor at Texas Monthly financed my altered identity. How do you I tell him what has happened? If I tell my editor that I had sex with Mr. Rex, he will certainly run with the story. I can’t allow that to happen.
Before I have a chance to properly gather my thoughts together, we arrive over downtown Dallas. The helicopter approaches the Rex Building. We hover over the helipad and slowly lower onto the roof. I look over at my boss, my lover. The very fact that I am hiding my true identity makes me feel horrible. He will certainly find out sooner or later. And when he does, who knows how Mr. Rex will react? At the very least, he will have nothing to do with me.
We gently land on the helipad. I get out with a lot less enthusiasm on my face. What should be a dream is turning into a nightmare as I struggle to decide what I should do next. We walk to the elevator, which takes us down to the eighty-fifth floor. As we get out, the staff is busy at work. No one dares make any eye contact with their boss. My guess is that they are instructed to not gawk at their CEO. I just walk with my head down.
When we enter the office, I find several boxes from Sak’s Fifth Avenue sitting on Mr. Rex’s sofa. My eyes light up. Yes, I know this sounds like the most superficial reaction in the world. But, come on, there must be about ten grand worth of clothing sitting right there.
“Why don’t you pick yourself out something smart to wear,” Mr. Rex says to me.
“With pleasure, Sir,” I say as I open the boxes with the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas Day. Box after box contains some of the most beautiful blouses and skirts that I could never possibly afford. Without thinking about it, I start to get undressed right in the office. When I
strip down to my bra and panties, I realize that Mr. Rex is staring at me. He walks up to the sofa and pulls out a couple of pink and red boxes. “I also instructed my assistants to do a little quick shopping at Victoria’s Secret,” he says.
I open one of the boxes and find a black bra and thong. Not one to disappoint my boss, I remove my modest white bra and matching panties. I slowly put on the lacy black bra and thong. Mr. Rex looks at me like a piece of meat. I just stand there for a moment. Then my boss exhales deeply. “I have to get some work done today. You’re going to have to get dressed,” he insists. Of course, one can’t run a three hundred billion dollar company with his pants down around his ankles all day! I put on this really cute black skirt with a cream blouse and black jacket. I walk into Mr. Rex’s private office bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. Damn, I have never looked so good in my life. Of course, I’ve never worn such high quality clothes in my life. It does a hell of a number on my bruised ego.
I close the bathroom door and spend a moment thinking about my next steps. Mr. Rex has been nothing but nice to me and I can’t possibly betray him. I have to tell my editor that the story is dead. This is not going to be easy. But it’s the right thing to do. I splash some water on my face and walk back into Mr. Rex’s office.
