What did surprise me was when he bent down and spread my ass cheeks with his hands and then began to lick my asshole. He delved in without any hesitation and began to eat my ass like it was the tastiest thing he’d ever had. He glided his tongue around my tight pucker and then began to push in with his tongue. He wiggled and worked it until he had penetrated me.
I told myself to breathe and to relax. If he wanted to eat my ass then I’d let him since he could be doing much worse things to my body. He took his time enjoying my asshole before going back up on his knees. He continued to hold my ass cheeks apart as he used his hips to angle his engorged cock to my moist ass.
I shuddered as his large head made contact with my tight ass. He had felt huge and painful in my cunt, it was hard not to imagine it being impossible to take his girth and size in my ass.
Without waiting he began to push into me. After the first fuck I wasn’t very surprised, this man was mostly about himself and about his own needs. I winced as he pushed with a steady pressure forcing my asshole to open and widen around his cock. It was too quick but there was nothing I could do as he continued.
I gasped against the gag as I felt his entire head push passed my outer ring. It felt like a pop as my asshole closed back in around his slightly smaller shaft. Now that his head was in he took it as a sign to continue to pump.
He began with small thrusts since he wasn’t very deep yet but before long he had sunk himself deeper and deeper. Inch my inch he filled my asshole and stretched it wider than I ever thought was possible.
As soon as he was balls deep he began to pound me harder. He gripped my hips and drove himself into me with so much force that I was almost jolted forward onto my face. I cried out and groaned against my gag, my spit running down my chin. Every movement he made hurt but I found myself liking it. The pain made me cry out and wince but I wanted more. I wanted him to fuck me harder, stretch me more, and make me take it.
Before long I found myself trying to buck back against him. I loved the feel of his balls slapping against me as he fucked me as hard and as fast as he could. Reaching forward he gripped my hair and pulled my head back so he could hold me steady as he rode me like a horse.
Together we grunted and moaned. If anyone was next door I knew they could hear it all but I didn’t care. I hated this cop for doing this to me but at the same time he was showing me things no other john had ever shown me before. I was being fucked instead of doing the fucking.
Soon his thrusts grew erratic and I knew he was going to fill me again. I clenched my ass around him and begged for my own orgasm to release some of my tension. Continuing to pump I felt the pressure rising and I knew I could have it if he just kept going. Five more pumps, ten…the wave overcame me and my entire body tensed as the incredible wave washed over me. Starting at my cunt and ass it ran through every nerve in my body.
As soon as my body began to clench around his dick he thrust into me hard one last time and lost his load inside of me a second time. It was so powerful I could feel it all. Stream after powerful stream he filled my ass with his hot sticky seed.
When he was finished he pulled out of me and went to sit in the chair at the table. To my surprise the night was still young and he still have plenty more planned for me. Aching ass and jaw, all I could do was stay put and wait for him to use me again.
Breaking Rules
BY
LACEY ST. CLAIRE
Mr. Wright agrees to hire Elizabeth as his new “personal secretary.” As a billionaire alpha male, he has particular interests, and part of being his secretary means submitting to his every want and desire. He only has two rules: always be up for anything and NEVER sleep with anyone else during employment.
Elizabeth is a meek but luscious flower that blooms under Mr. Wright’s careful attention. She doesn’t mean to break any of his rules but she just can’t stop herself now that she’s gained so much confidence. The other men have nothing on Mr. Wright, but sometimes she likes to be the one in control.
What will Mr. Wright do when he finds out that Elizabeth Smith has been disobeying?
Breaking Rules
I sat nervous and immobile as Mr. Wright began to walk towards me. He moved like a lion. He was smooth and lithe, infinitely sure of himself, and his movements barely creating the hint of a breeze as he glided from behind his desk. He was beautiful and though I knew I should be noticing his tailored suit, and his expensive haircut, all I could see was the soul shaking blue of his eyes. They were electric and like none I had ever seen before. I knew I should look away but I couldn’t; I was transfixed.
As Mr. Wright moved to sit on the edge of the polished rosewood desk before me I finally found the nerve to look away. Glancing down at my hands I began to fidget and pick at my nails.
“Why did you look away?” he asked.
“Um…I don’t know,” I said trying my best not to let the full extent of my nerves show.
“You shouldn’t look away. Men like direct eye contact,” he said grabbing my chin and pulling my face back up so that our eyes met. His face was less than a foot away from mine and I could smell him. His scent was delicious. It was masculine and spicy and I found myself imagining running my tongue up his neck to his chiseled jawline.
“Ok,” I whispered as my throat constricted and my heart began to pound. He held my chin for a few more seconds and then dropped his hand and returned to leaning on his desk, his long legs spread out before him. They looked to be miles long and I wanted to climb them.
“Elizabeth, you don’t just have to agree with me. You’re allowed to have opinions,” he said with a flash of his gorgeous smile.
“Ok,” I said again and then cringed and immediately regretted the word. Mr. Wright let out a soft laugh and shook his head.
“It’s alright. You’ll learn. I’m assuming you’ve been made aware of what this job entails?” he asked.
“I’ve heard…I guess you could call them rumors,” I said quietly staring down at my fidgety hands.
Everyone in the entire city had heard the rumors. Mr. Wright is one of the richest men in the entire state, and he took on a new personal secretary each year. Most were fresh college graduates, all were devastatingly beautiful. I have no idea how I was chosen since I don’t fit either of these requirements. I only ended up applying because a friend of mine said I should try and “elevate my work environment”, with an added, “plus, he’s so damn hot!” I didn’t think I would even get an interview so I applied to appease her and to get her off my case.
Now, as luck would have it, I was somehow chosen. I am so far out of my element I don’t even know where to start. The rumors that everyone knows is that he sleeps with all of his secretaries. He likes them young and naïve, that’s why they’re all recent college grads that will work under the guise of “internship”. I didn’t know if I was up for all of this. A brand new job? Sleeping with the boss? My mind reeled as I considered the possibilities.
“Elizabeth?” Mr. Wright called out as he waved his hand in front of my face.
I blinked a few times as I returned to reality. “Oh god. Sorry. I got hung up on a thought.”
“Care to share?” he said with a raise of an eyebrow.
“No. It’s nothing…really,” I said feeling my cheeks beginning to flush. I am known to blush easily and I could feel my entire face turning red.
“Alright, then back to what I was saying. You understand the typical requirements of accepting the position?” he asked again.
“Wait. So, you’re offering me the job?” I said as a smile tilted the corners of my mouth.
“So long as you understand what I expect of you, the job is yours.”
I managed to catch myself before I immediately accepted. Maybe I’m not ready for this sort of thing. “Can I have some time to consider the offer?” I said trying to maintain my composure and appear professional.
“Ms. Smith...”
“Elizabeth. Call me Elizabeth please.”
“Ok.
Elizabeth. Most women would jump at this opportunity,” he said ending his lean. He stood up and adjusted his jacket. I could tell he wasn’t used to anyone turning him down.
“I’m not most women,” I said flatly. Inside I was secretly proud of myself for standing up to him. It wasn’t anything major, and he wasn’t exactly pressuring me, but I didn’t want to take the job just because it would afford me the opportunity to be seduced by the hottest man in Portland.
“That is true,” he conceded. “I’ll give you until Wednesday at 5:00. I would like to hear back before then if possible,” he finished as he headed towards the door.
“I wouldn’t want to keep you on pins and needles,” I joked.
“I’m never on pins and needles. I just like to get things done,” he said flatly as he pulled open the door. “Here’s my card. Call and let me know as soon as you’ve decided. Here’s Angie, she’ll show you out.” He said as he gripped my elbow and handed me off to Angie.
I turned to look back at him one last time but the door was already closing. He was done with me. Immediately my heart began to sink. Shit, I blew it, I thought as Angie showed me to the elevator.
“Do you need me to show you the rest of the way down?” Angie asked politely.
“No, I can manage. Thank you though,” I said to her as I pushed the ground floor button on the panel. It lit up and the doors swooshed closed leaving me alone in the small metal box. I felt like I wanted to cry. I thought we’d connected a little but he seemed almost eager to get me out of his office at the end. I must have messed up. I should have said yes right away. My mind wandered through every possible scenario: where I went wrong, what I could have said differently, should I have worn a different dress?
Stepping out of the elevator I headed through the opulent main lobby and out into the crisp autumn air. Many complain about the rain in the Pacific Northwest but I love it. It leaves everything feeling clean and gives you the chance to be immensely excited about a random sunny day. As I continued to walk I thought about the meeting. Despite my worries, it did seem as if it went ok, and if he decided not to hire me because I didn’t have an answer on the spot, then maybe I didn’t need this job after all.
Rounding the corner I went to reach for my bag. My hand grazed the air where my bag usually hung. “Oh shit!” I cursed out loud when I realized I must have left it in his office. When I had sat down I had placed it on the floor near my feet. “Fuck!”
With an abrupt twist of my heel I turned to walk back to the building but was instead met by a man that slammed right into me. My face went flat against his chest and he had to wrap his arms around me to keep me from flying backwards onto my ass on the sidewalk.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” I said in a rush realizing the entire incident was my fault. I hadn’t looked before suddenly turning. Clearly it had been right into someone else’s walking path.
“It’s ok,” said a now familiar voice.
Glancing up I felt my entire face lose color as I recognized my potentially new boss, Mr. Wright. “I’m so sorry,” I repeated as I peeled myself off of him and took a step back. My whole body quivered as an intense heat began to build in my cunt. Maybe he had more of an effect on me than I realized, I thought as I felt my pussy throbbing.
“I think you forgot this,” he said holding out my cheap purse. It was embarrassing to see my $20 purse next to his insanely expensive suit. I imagine he spent at least several hundred. I didn’t spend that on my entire wardrobe each year. I felt a slight twinge of jealousy when I thought about how different his life must be from mine. He could have anything he wanted, top of the line cars, fancy restaurants, expensive wine, beautiful women. The thought about beautiful women brought me back to reality and I again wondered why he would be interested in me.
Ignoring my thoughts I said a polite “Thank you,” and reached out my hand to take my silly purse. As our fingers lightly brushed he quickly pulled his hand back as if he’d been shocked. Does he really not like me at all? Jesus, he must think I’m appalling to have pulled back like that. My mouth fell open and I had to try hard to bite back the tears that threatened to come. I’ve always known I wasn’t the most attractive woman on the planet but I’d never thought I was quite that bad. “Um…thanks again,” I said, my lip quivering, “I was just about to go back and get it. You really didn’t have to rush out here to give it to me.”
“I wanted to,” he said with a smile. He closed his eyes momentarily and took a deep breath. “Please call me as soon as you’ve decided about the job Ms. Smith.” With those last words he turned and began to walk away. I stood there alone on the sidewalk and watched the way his ass moved beneath the smooth fabric of his suit. It was perfect, round and begging to be grabbed. It was easy to imagine him sweating and grunting between my legs as he thrust himself into me. In that moment I knew two things: I would take the job and I was going to masturbate until my legs quivered as soon as I got home.
* * *
I waited two days to call and let him know I would accept the job. I didn’t want to appear too eager. If I called the first day it would be too obvious. Yet, I didn’t want to seem disinterested either so I didn’t wait the full three days he had given me. When I called I hoped I would get him directly, but to my dismay I only got the front desk secretary. She said she would take the message and that she would have him get back to me. Now I was the one left waiting…and wanting.
I felt ridiculous, almost as if I had some childish schoolgirl crush. Would he call me!? What if he doesn’t call?! I knew what he expected of his “personal” secretaries and while it was everything I was now dreaming of, I was also nervous. I wasn’t the most experienced woman and had only had one serious relationship. Ok, it wasn’t serious at all actually. I’d had one sort of boyfriend. We had fooled around a grand total of two times so I wasn’t exactly confident in my abilities.
On the other hand the whole city knew that Mr. Wright had been with at least dozens of women, probably much more. He must know moves I’ve never even heard of. The thought was exciting and terrifying all at once. Was I ready to learn? If nothing else I was bound to find out.
When he returned my call he was brief. I chalked it up to him being a busy man but admittedly I thought he would show a little excitement over my acceptance. Instead he told me that he was on his way out the door and that I should show up at 8:00 A.M. the next morning.
I spent the rest of the day trying to pick out my most professional, but still sexy, work outfit. I settled on a tight knee-length skirt with a tucked in button down shirt. I would leave the top two buttons undone and would wear my sexiest pink lace bra underneath – the one I had matching panties for. I had no idea if I would need my lacey lingerie on my first day but I wanted to be prepared just in case. As it turned out, it was a good thing I was.
* * *
When I arrived Angie was as polite as she had been the first time we met. She graciously showed me to Mr. Wright’s office. She made a slight tap on the door and then pushed it open slowly.
“Go on in,” she said before pulling it back shut behind her.
I stayed just inside the door holding my bag demurely with both of my hands. Mr. Wright was nowhere to be found. The office was empty. Figuring I would just have to wait I set my bag in one of the empty chairs and began to examine some of the art along the walls. If Mr. Wright had picked them out himself, I decided he must have very good taste. Of course, I should have known that already based on his impeccable wardrobe.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked. Hearing his voice in the otherwise silent room startled me and I couldn’t help but jump. I held my hand to my chest where I could feel my heart pounding at the speed of a hundred miles per hour.
“Oh! You scared me,” I said when I was finally able to speak.
“I’m sorry,” he said with a slight smile. “But do you like them?” he asked again.
“I don’t love all of them,” I said thinking it was brave of me to be completely hone
st. “This one though, there’s something about it.” The painting before me was a mishmash of colorful graffiti. I was certain I had seen some similar art before in a museum but I couldn’t place the artist.
“It’s one of my favorites as well. It’s Basquiat, from the time when he worked with Andy Warhol. It was difficult to pin down at auction but I’m pleased I have it now,” he said as he looked at the painting with clear admiration. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever looked at a woman the way he was looking at the painting.
Suddenly catching himself, he brought his attention back to me. It was as if a switch had flipped and now he was all business. “Are you ready then?” he asked clasping his hands together as he walked over towards his desk. “I thought we could start out easy,” he continued as he began to move papers and pens into drawers.
“I’m sorry, what? I’m not sure what we’re talking about,” I answered feeling confused and suddenly nervous. I could feel all the hairs on my arms beginning to stand on end. Could he really mean what I think he means?
“When I hired you, you said you were aware of the requirements of the job,” he said completely straight faced.
A lump was quickly building in my throat as my heart hammered, “Yes, I’m aware.”
“Come over here then, and bend over the desk,” he said patting the smooth surface with the palm of his hand.
I felt my body grow weak and shaky as I walked into position in front of him. I carefully bent over the desk and waited. I jumped when he gripped the hem of my skirt and pushed it up around my hips.
“Oh, look at these,” he said admiring my pink lace panties. “I rather like these,” he said as he ran his finger underneath the fabric. His finger slid from my ass to between my legs where he pulled the dainty fabric to the side. I shivered as his finger passed over my private parts. Suddenly I wished I had thought to trim a bit more.
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