Fifty Shades of Grey Tentacles

by Anita Dobs

  Grey started to get really wild, jerking his dick and rubbing it on my mounds at the same time, and I could tell he was going to cum, it would be my first time to actually see a man shoot his load, and hopefully, he'd do it all over my face and tits, that would really make Sarah jealous when I told her I'd had billionaire BDSM juice all over me. Grey started to lose control, and I could see his legs starting to shake as he was looking down at me pouting at him, his cock as hard as ever, rubbing across my nipples, sending shivers all over my body; and then, suddenly, from the inside of his suit jacket, something moving came out, which he then quickly placed back inside and stopped everything else he was doing to me.

  “What was that?” I asked him, not really being able to work out what I'd seen.

  “What was what?”

  “That grey thing moving, that came out of your jacket.”

  “I have no idea what you're talking about Miss. James, you didn't see anything.”

  “Yes I did.” I said, emphatically.

  “No you didn't.”

  “Yes I did.”

  “No you didn't” He continued to try to convince me.

  “Yes I did!” I said again, forcefully.

  “Yes you did.” He said.

  “No I didn't.” I said, feeling a little confused as to what had just happened, “ ...Huh, how strange, I guess I didn't then.” I concluded, scratching my head.

  “That's right.” He said, sitting back down behind his office and repositioning the picture frame with three starving African children he sponsored out of the goodness of his own philanthropic heart no doubt, although there were some tax breaks, as I understood it.

  I felt bemused sitting there, but I had said I hadn't seen anything, it had come from my own lips, so it must have been true. Holding the picture frame up Grey said,

  “Here are three starving African children I sponsor out of the goodness of my own heart.”

  “If you sponsor them, then why do they still look starving hungry?” I asked, tidying myself up a bit.

  “Obviously this was a picture taken before I started sponsoring them.”

  “So why don't you have a nice picture of the way they look now, well-fed and all?”

  “Because Miss. James, it wouldn't pull on the heart strings of impressionable young girls I want to have sex with as much, now would it?”

  “Why are you telling me all this Mr. Grey? Wouldn't it just benefit you more to let me feel you were such a kind guy, so you could have your wicked way with me?”

  “No Miss. James... with you, it's different. You're not like the others, you're special. I feel I can really talk to you.”

  I felt honored that Mr. Grey saw me as an equal, and wouldn't treat me like the others. His frank honesty showed me that he respected me; and if he was able and willing to sponsor three children he didn't even know, he'd surely be more than happy to keep our future babies well-fed, I thought; and hopefully we wouldn't even need to have a picture of them starving, as by that time I would have changed his BDSM playboy ways.

  “Well Mr Grey, I'm a busy girl, so I have to be going now.”

  “But you haven't asked me all your questions.”

  “Ya, I suppose I haven't, but I have a class later.”

  “Well Miss. James, I'd like you to come sit in on an important meeting I'm having with the board of directors and some executives tomorrow. Your input may be required.”

  “But I... ”

  “No more arguments Miss. James, I'll see you tomorrow at 2pm, and don't be late again.”

  I felt slightly annoyed that he didn't think I'd have better things to do than attend his meeting to give his board of directors my expertise on writing erotic stories, but I knew the world of confectionery worked in mysterious ways. Making sure my breasts were once again fully secured, I left his office, with him rifling through some important looking documents, concentrating intently on his work.

  Going down in the elevator, my mind was racing, had I really only sucked his cock for research purposes or had he somehow managed to manipulate me into doing it? I felt quite confused, it was obvious to me that I wouldn't be attracted to an older successful man like him, but my own actions seemed to suggest otherwise, or was it just my ambitiousness to get some good research that had made me do it. Yes, that was it, I said to myself, I hadn't wanted to let Sarah or myself down.

  Exiting the building, and once again on the streets of Gothom, I had to do a double-take when Morgan Freeman was entering in the revolving door opposite me. Why would Morgan Freeman be going into the Grey Candy Group's office headquarters, I wondered; the guard had also seemed to know him. I shook my head, trying to put it out of my mind, the day had already been eventful enough without me over-thinking things, and I needed a place to gather my thoughts and do some more thinking about Mr. Grey, to hell with class, I said to myself.

  Across the street I saw a coffee shop, every writer's sanctuary; that would be a good place for me to gather my thoughts and take notes while everything was still clear in my head. Some of the most popular books in the world had been written in coffee shops, like the passably good non-erotica series, 'Harry Potter', and also the number one bestseller, 'The Bible', although I much preferred the Bible, due to its obvious taboo-erotica leanings in the Old Testament teaser section, people having sex with their relatives and all. I took a seat by the window, facing the entrance of the Grey Candy Groups headquarters, not so I could see Mr. Grey exit when he finished work, but just because the light reflecting onto my laptop screen would make it easier to see the words. After several lattes - and having to endure the waiter deliberately walking past me so he could ogle my breasts countless times (eight times) - I noticed something strange. It was around 6pm, and I hadn't seen Grey exit, although I'd not been paying that much attention to be honest, when I happened to look up at the full impressive rigid length of the Grey building, and I saw what looked like the shadow of a man leap across to the opposite building I was in, and he then went out of the range of my sight. I did a double-take, and rubbed my eyes, bewildered by what I had just seen. The man's silhouette seemed to have some appendages attached to him also. I scratched my head, people didn't just leap from building to building I told myself, it wasn't humanely possible, it must have been a pigeon I'd seen. Yes, that must've been it, I decided.

  At about seven, I returned to my dorm, riding the bus with the other non-billionaire types I was so used to having to mingle with. The memory of being in Grey's office kept flashing through my mind; I was now no longer an 'oral virgin' and wondered who I should first tell about this important event. Telling the school principle seemed like a bad idea, or telling the college janitor, who I never spoke to anyway, seemed quite pointless to me, but I had to tell someone or what had been the point of it all? After eating some thick German sausage in my dorm, I settled down to sleep, and wondered what the next day's meeting with Grey would bring.

  ...

  The next morning I happened to bump into Sarah on the way to class,

  “Oh hey Elle, how did the interview go?” Sarah asked, brushing her blonde hair to the side as she checked out one of the basketball team player's ass as he walked on by, “Did he fill you in?”

  “Well... ” I began, “I think Mr. Grey wishes to take me on as his new submissive Sarah!” I said excitedly.

  “Oh really? So are you going to take a position under him?”

  “I really don't think it's appropriate Sarah, I'm not attracted to him at all, but I can't deny it would definitely help my juices flow... creative juices I mean.”

  “Did he try any moves on you then?”

  “No, he knew right from the get-go that I wasn't the kind of woman that would bend to his will like all the others, just because he has some edgy billionaire BDSM thing going on.”

  “Good for you!” Said Sarah encouragingly, “These BDSM experts think all women will just do whatever they want.”

  “Yeah, I only sucked his cock for research purposes.”
/>   “Well that's par-for-the-course isn't it.”

  “It sure is.”

  “I'm surprised he didn't try to get a look at those pert tits of yours though.” Said Sarah, pointing down towards them in the low-cut top I had also worn that day, simply because I couldn't find anything else to wear in my full wardrobe.

  “Oh he did.” I replied, “But it was all part of the blow-job action.”

  “Well that's OK then.” Sarah said, “As long as he knows you have standards, he'll respect you.”

  Sarah was right, as long as I kept my standards of professionalism, Grey would come to regard me as a submissive equal. I went off to my class, but spent most of it wondering what the meeting with the board of directors would be like, and what exactly Grey would expect me to do.

  ...

  Arriving on the sixteenth floor again, Grey's secretary spotted me walking-by as she was at the water cooler,

  “Miss. James, follow me, they are already all in the meeting room.” She said, leading me down the corridor.

  Opening the door to the boardroom, I saw eight men sitting at a large conference table, with one seat glaringly untaken.

  “Ah Miss. James.” Said Grey, standing up in his Yves Saint Laurent tailor-made suit with gold cufflinks and a daringly open-necked shirt, “I've already told the board all about you, they are all very excited to hear your ideas.”

  I still didn't know exactly what ideas they wanted to hear from me, and was slightly nervous as I walked into the room, but told myself to maintain a look of confidence that was befitting of my position as an author of erotic stories.

  “Erm, hi everyone, I'm Elle James.” I said, waving at them and then doing a curtsy, and wondered why I had just done so.

  “Hi Ellie.” They all said in unison, waving back at me.

  Grey motioned for me to sit beside him in the vacant decadent chair, and I did so, trying to make sure my mini-skirt didn't rise too much, a little was OK though, just enough to show the line of the suspenders I had worn that day for no particular reason other than that they were convenient attire for the occasion. At the head of the table, with me just beside him, Grey began to address the group of mature directors, and some well dressed and spunky young executives,

  “So gentlemen, our goal today is to try and come up with a new innovative line of candy that will revolutionize the world of confectionery in the same way that the ipod did for MP3 players.”

  The gentleman all nodded and one executive put forth an idea straight away,

  “I've been thinking this over for some days now Mr. Grey.” Said the obviously metro-sexual executive with perfect skin, tapping his pen on the table, “Why don't we make a kind of candy that is also an MP3 player?” He asked,

  “There's a slight problem with your idea Finley.” Grey said, leaning his broad shoulders over the table, “Once they eat the candy, the MP3 player will be useless, and we'll then get sued by people with electronic components in their stomachs.”

  “Aww, yeah, I'd not thought of that Mr. Grey.” Said Finley, scratching his head.

  “Ten out of ten for effort though Finley.” Said Grey, being conciliatory toward him.

  I realized Grey had a laser-like mind that could hone in on any weaknesses in an idea or in people. I wondered if he saw my weaknesses, and if he would use them against me. I did have a weakness for stamp collecting. I tried to imagine what I'd do if he waved a one penny black - the first stamp in the world - under my nose for my sexual favors.

  “Anybody else?” Asked Grey, motioning with his broad hands.

  “Well,” began one of the older directors, who was quite obviously not an 'ideas man', “why don't we re-invent chocolate?”

  “What do you mean re-invent chocolate?” Asked Grey, perplexed at the suggestion, “How exactly does one go about re-inventing chocolate?”

  The director repositioned his glasses over his bushy eyebrows, and opened a folder in front of him,

  “Our extensive research and sales figures have shown us that people really like chocolate.”

  “Go on.” Said Grey, intrigued.

  “But the problem is, we don't hold the intellectual rights to chocolate.” Said the director.

  “Who does own the intellectual rights to chocolate?” Asked Grey, getting to the main point.

  “I think that'd be the Mayans Mr. Grey.” Pipped in his secretary taking the minutes.

  “I don't know them, they must be one of the families out of New York.” He said, turning to her and wondering why her eyebrows were raised.

  “Send a letter off Miss. Jones, and see if we can't buy the rights off them.”

  “Erm, OK, I'll try Mr. Grey, but it might be difficult bearing in mind they all disappeared mysteriously some years ago.”

  “Well, try anyway Miss. Jones! That is what I pay you for after all.” He commanded.

  I loved the way Grey handled her, she was quite obviously trying to question his authority, but he wasn't having any of it, and put her right back in her place.

  “So Carruthers, back to re-inventing chocolate. What exactly do you have in mind?”

  “You see Mr. Grey, if we use the cocoa bean for the candy, it'll obviously still be chocolate.”

  “Obviously.” Agreed Grey.

  “So, what I suggest is that we use some other kind of bean to make chocolate.”

  “Like what kind of bean Carruthers?”

  “I was thinking the mung bean might do.”

  “But if we make chocolate out of the mung bean, then won't it then not be chocolate?”

  “Exactly Mr. Grey! That's the point, we will have re-invented chocolate into something totally different!”

  “And what would we call it?”

  “I was thinking Mungolate sounded quite catchy.”

  “Yeah… ” Chimed in another executive excited, “And then we could have different flavors of Mungolate, like strawberry Mungolate, Banana Mungolate, and also chocolate flavored Mungolate!”

  “I like your train of thought guys.” Said Grey nodding, “It's definitely worth thinking about, but let's put it on the back burner for the moment and hear some other ideas.”

  Sitting there listening to them all, I wondered what I could add, I had been a lifelong consumer of candy after all, so I did have some expertise in the area; but I knew Grey was looking for something new, something special that would launch the Grey Candy Group into the stratosphere and make all the other confectionery companies submissive to them.

  “Mr Grey.” I began, “I think you need much more than just a new invention of some kind of candy.”

  “What exactly do you mean Miss. James?” he asked me, his eyes burning into me, searching for answers. It was at that moment that I noticed another side to Grey, a certain vulnerability in need of guidance.

  “How about you actually begin with changing the demographic you usually focus on, and instead choose adults.”

  “Adults? Explain yourself.”

  “I propose the Grey Candy Group makes a whole new range of BDSM candies for the adult market.”

  I could see the executives and directors considered it a controversial idea, they were murmuring to each other again, and looking at me disapprovingly; then one of the executives directly said,

  “That idea is preposterous! Totally ridiculous!”

  Mr. Grey then became incensed and shouted at him in my defense,

  “How dare you talk to Miss. James that way Boris! You're fired!”

  “But... Mr. Grey... I... ”

  “Fired! Get out right now! I'll not have that kind of rudeness directed at one of our consultants.”

  Boris gathered up his things, and with his head held down low walked past Mr. Grey who was glaring at him.

  “And don't expect there to be a limo waiting for you downstairs with a TV crew inside asking you inane questions, this isn't 'The Trump Cock Tower' you know.”

  “Yes Mr. Grey.”

  “Oh, and Boris, make sure you're back at work t
omorrow at nine am sharp.” Said Grey.

  “But I thought I was fired?”

  “You are fired, for the day, now get out!”

  “Uh, OK, see you all tomorrow.” Boris said weakly, turning and waving goodbye to all the others,

  “Bye everyone.”

  “Bye Boris.” They all said, in a lack-luster manner.

  I felt so proud, Grey had fired someone because they had said something bad to me, he was becoming so protective, and not only that, I was now apparently a consultant for the Grey Candy Group! I still didn't feel good about his secretary though, as I looked over at her and she was staring down at her notepad shaking her head and rolling her eyes. If she wasn't careful, she could be next, I hoped, and then I'd probably also have to unwillingly become Grey's secretary. I'd do it though, out of a sense of duty.

  “OK Miss. James, I'm so sorry about that, please go on.”

  “As you know Mr. Grey, as a BDSM expert, BDSM is really a hot topic right now, so I suggest we have a range of candy shaped like whips, chains and licorice leather masks.”

  “Hmmm, it's groundbreaking Miss. James, but I'd expect no less from you.” He said, flashing his winning smile at me.

  “Also, I think if you had a range of S&M candy it would really set the confectionery industry on fire.”

  “S&M candy.” Said Grey curiously, “What would S&M candy be Miss. James?”

  “Well, when you eat this candy, it would actually cause pain in your mouth, and as they say, there's a thin line between pleasure and pain.” I said, with a flourish of my hand to add emphasis,

  “That is a truly innovative idea Miss. James.”

  “I also think after the range becomes established, we could create a painful anal suppository candy.”

  “A suppository candy Miss. James? But who would actually eat it?”

  “That persons partner. Afterward.”

  “Ewwww!” The secretary suddenly said, in an impulsive outburst, and Grey turned to her sharply and asked,