I re-clasped my bra, pulled down my shirt, turned around to meet his eyes. “I’m not sorry it happened.”
“Me either. But we will be.” His eyes flickered over my body, a faint hint of the hunger from moments before in their brown depths. “My wife is coming back next week and she’ll know something’s wrong.”
I swallowed hard at the news, not knowing what to say. My body still throbbed with the remnants of our mutual satisfaction. I had no regrets. I wanted it to happen again and again. But was I ready to share him with his wife?
Climbing the Corporate Ladder
by Stephanie Silvers
Themes: rough sex
I stared at the young intern for a while. She just stood in front of me with her eyes looking everywhere but at mine. I felt sorry for her and knew what she was going through. Finally, I looked over her story again and shook my head.
“Listen dear,” I said, trying to remain calm. “I think you need to take the rest of the afternoon off and really, really decide if this is where you want to work.”
“But Ms. Harell,” Laurie stammered. “I do. I really do!”
“Then you need to show me,” I fired back at her.
She coiled away shyly. I wasn’t going to beat around the bush or sugar-coat anything. I started off as a hungry, passionate journalism intern here ten years ago. I was good, very good but I wasn’t nearly as hungry as I thought. And after seven years, all I had to show for my hard work was a cubicle and a silk flower on my desk.
“You need to man up, you hear?” I said as I got to my feet and stood within inches of her. “Don’t ever take ‘no’ for an answer. Follow-up on every lead and don’t ever let anyone walk over you.”
Laurie looked like she was about to burst into tears after I wadded up her story and threw it in my trash. I sauntered over to my office door and showed her the way out. I didn’t mean to slam the door shut but I did. I slid into my cushy, leather chair and leaned back.
What a day! That was the third writer that handed me nothing but a paper full of shit. I realize that working for a gossip magazine doesn’t exactly say “I’m a real journalist” but we’re successful and one of the biggest publishers in our market. I rubbed my temples with my eyes closed and thought about Laurie.
I started to think back to when I started in this place. I was what you would call a “good girl.” I kept my head down and pencil up and made as few waves as possible. Even when I was given several awards for my work performance, I never let it go to my head. I was riding high, very high, and then came the disappointment.
At the time I was working as an assistant line editor. I had been in that position for a couple of years before my boss retired. Before he left, he urged me to apply for his position. So I did and was sure I’d get it. Why wouldn’t I?
Of course I didn’t get the job; I figured someone more qualified got it. That happens. But during the rest of the year, I was passed over for a few more promotions. I was even passed over for a fucking lateral position. That’s when I got pissed and decided that enough was enough. I was tired of getting it in the ass without a simple thank you.
I stretched my arms a bit and began thinking about the day that changed my entire outlook on life and work. Until then, I was what you would consider a “good girl” though my boss and co-workers called me a “team player.” I was naïve enough to believe they were truly praising me. I wanted to do my job to the best of my ability and I wanted my peers to respect for me for it.
I was so excited because I had put in for a promotion a month ago and they were supposed to make a decision any day. I knew I was finally going to reap the rewards for my hard work and dedication. I was working on a piece about a local, prominent business man who had been seen out on the town with a couple of very attractive young women. Being married must have slipped his mind.
“Any word yet?” someone asked from behind me.
I turned around and to see Janessa standing there. I smiled and shook my head. She was an absolute doll. She was always willing to help me out with projects or give me some pointers on angles and investigations. I remember one time she was doing this really elaborate piece on someone; I forgot who it was though. Janessa gave me the lead on investigating it and said she’d take care of the writing.
I learned so much and was extremely grateful for the insight the assignment had given me. I was a little disappointed that when the story was published, they accidentally left my name off the by-line. Things happen, especially in a world as technical as ours.
“No,” I said. “But any day now.”
“Well, I hope you get it,” Janessa said, boosting my confidence. “You certainly deserve it.”
“Thank you, I hope I get it too,” I said.
“Cynthia, I need a favor,” she said quietly, almost in a whisper. “I’m supposed to go away for the weekend but my section editor has been on my ass to get this piece ready for publication, can you help me out? I understand if you can’t, it’s just that I’ve been planning this getaway for months now.”
Of course I said I’d help her. Why not? I was sure if our roles were reversed, she’d to the same for me. I know it added to my already stuffed assignment list, but I was happy to do it for her. Maybe I’d learn something but if not, that was okay.
So over the weekend I worked on Janessa’s article for her and had it sitting on her desk first thing Monday morning. The same morning, the promotion announcement came out. I stared at my e-mail program. I was too nervous to open it to see what happened. What would the others think of me getting the promotion?
Finally I mustered up the nerve to open my e-mail and my heart dropped into my stomach. They promoted someone else. I was shocked; I should have gotten it. For days, I moped around, still in disbelief that I was passed over yet again. Then one day the following week, I just snapped.
I think it was some time after lunch. I was going to have it out with someone higher in the food chain than me, and it wasn’t going to be my immediate boss either. I dropped my purse on my desk and marched off to have my words.
His name was Darren Burke and he was my boss’ boss. He and I worked together on a few occasions since my immediate boss was on the road frequently. Darren was handsome in an older, stoic way, though I never felt attracted to him.
I shut down his secretary’s protest with the palm of my hand before barging through his door. Mr. Burke’s eyes snapped up from the papers in his hand. He looked surprised. I suppose I would have been too if someone came storming through my door without warning.
“What the fuck is the deal?” I fumed while standing in front of his desk with my hands on my hips. “I’m getting sick and fucking tired of the bullshit! Why the hell are these other assholes who have been with this place for less than half of the time I have, getting promoted over me? Huh?”
“I think you need to dial it down a few notches, Cynthia,” Darren said evenly.
“Why should I?” I jabbed my hand at his desk and knocked his fancy name plate across the room. “What is it? Am I supposed to have a dick in order to get promoted? Or are you up-tight, testosterone-pumping assholes afraid of what some errant cunt could do?”
“You should leave,” he said firmly.
“I’m not leaving until you tell me why I shouldn’t sue the shit out of you for discrimination!”
“You want to know why you keep getting passed up?” Darren stood up from his chair and glared at me. I held my ground. I wasn’t going to keep my head down on this one.
“You got no balls!” he shouted. “That’s right. You got no fucking cajones! Good little Cynthia. Does as she’s told. No back talk. No nothing! No hunger!”
His words stung me deeply.
“No drive! No desire! No fucking nothing!” he growled.
I was shocked. I really didn’t know what to say.
“I could probably tell you to get on your knees and suck my dick and you would! Because that’s how you are! No?” By now Darren was standing face to face with me.
I looked to the floor in submission. He was right. I probably would have dropped to my knees and sucked him off until he blew his load all over me if that meant keeping my job. And not because it was Darren, because someone more important than me told me to.
I looked at him again. My nostrils flared as I fought to keep my poise and not break down in a blabbering mess of tears and regret. His eyes scrutinized me down to every last molecule in my body. That evil sneer on his lips shamed me. I felt smaller than small.
I felt my throat tightening up and my breathing became ragged. Everything I thought I was came crashing down on me. And it was that very moment that I experienced my change. I bared my teeth and growled like a wild animal. I balled my fists and narrowed my eyes at him. Fuck him if he thought he was going to get the best of me.
“But not any more!” I hissed.
“I’m done being the office goodie!” I yelled. “You want balls? I’ll give you balls!”
Darren stared at me with a mocking smile on his face, like he was challenging me to make good on my promise. I got in his face and jabbed my finger into his chest.
“You are the one without any balls!” I yelled and jammed my finger into his chest again. “I want a promotion!”
He took a step back.
“You are going to give it to me!”
I jabbed his chest again.
“You hear me?” I was fucking livid. “No more of this ‘good girl’ shit!”
I unloaded on him big time. I had Darren backed into his lavish bookcase and I swear for a moment I saw the look of fear in his eyes. Then out of the blue, I kissed him. It was soft and tender or even deep and passionate. It was primal and animalistic.
I attacked him and shoved my tongue as far into his mouth as I could. I rubbed my body against him fervently. I needed him. I wanted him. And no matter what, I was going to have the mother fucker that passed me up for promotion time after time.
There was no rhyme or reason. He didn’t seduce me or trick me. All I know is that from that moment on I was going to take what I wanted. Darren tried to resist at first. He pushed his hands against my shoulders but I was in a frenzy. I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him to me again.
Our tongues swirled together in heat and passion and I felt the draw of lust welling up in my smooth, dripping pussy. He was more willing this time, giving into to the power of my sexuality and rage. I could smell the desire in the room, a mix of his subtle, sweet cologne and the musk from my delicious juices trickling down my legs. When I get wet, I get really wet.
We kissed recklessly, our lips and tongues trying to consume the other while our hands fervently explored each other’s body. I craned my head and went for his neck but he blocked my advance with every attempt. I was done with his mouth, I wanted to taste his flesh, to latch my lips on his neck and drive him absolutely wild.
I shoved his head aside roughly and finally found purchase. I pressed my hot body against him, pinning him to the bookcase as I fed upon his neck. I kissed and sucked and bit his flesh, reveling in the power that coursed through my body and the groans slipping from his lips. I was going to fuck him into submission and there wasn’t a thing this asshole was going to do to stop me.
His cologne was intoxicating and drove me to latch onto his neck and suck with every ounce of strength I could muster. Then suddenly my head whipped back. He had grabbed my hair and pulled it roughly. Soon the tables were turned and it was me pinned against the case with his hand squeezing around my throat.
“You saucy little bitch!” he growled. “You dare come in here and call me out then have the nerve to think I’d have sex with you?”
I was scared. He had broken through my shell of anger and took the upper hand. The darkness in his eyes made me believe that he really was going to hurt me. But would he fuck me? That was what I was more interested in knowing.
Darren jammed his other hand up my skirt and between my legs. I rolled my eyes and spread my creamy thighs further at the spark of pleasure that shot through my body like lightning. His fingers had slipped past my panties and assaulted my throbbing clit roughly.
I could do this, damn I could do this. This man had a roughness that shook my core and commanded me to be the slutty object of his manhandling. I loved it. I loved it more than anything. I grabbed his hair and pulled then raked my nails across his cheek. He groaned and hissed his approval.
“Yes,” I said darkly. “I have the nerve to think you’d have sex with me, you fuck. You know you want to. I can see it swirling in your eyes that you want to fuck with every angry ounce in your body.”
He gnashed his teeth together then forced two fingers into my hot, wet cunt. I thought I was going to die from the lust that consumed me. He finger-fucked me fast and hard while he tightened his grip on my throat. If only he would hit me, bruise my cheek with the back of his hand. Maybe even draw some blood from my lips.
I felt his grip loosen on my throat, slightly though but still enough. I dipped my chin and sunk my teeth into his wrist. He jerked his hand away from me then did it. He fulfilled my desires in one angry stroke. His hand fell quickly across my face. The sound of his strike thundered through the office. Yes! Darren was a man, a real man.
He looked at me for a moment. Was that regret in his eyes? Surely not. I reached up and ran a finger through the blood that trickled from the edge of my mouth. I licked it seductively then slid my fingers past my lips with a delightful moan.
Darren looked a little shocked. I shoved him away from me and dropped to my knees. The bulge in his designer slacks was huge. I squeezed it hard before ripping his pants down. The most magnificent cock I had ever seen sprung into the open before my eyes. I pounced on it and shoved it into my mouth.
I sucked his raging dick like a vacuum as I clawed at his ass, pulling him further down my throat with each reckless bob of my head. He groaned and grabbed my hair, squeezing it tightly enough to pull at my scalp. The harder I sucked, the tighter his grip became. I was in heaven.
My tongue swirled around the throbbing head of his cock each time my lips started to sink back down on his shaft. He was as hard as a lead pipe and felt so good in my wicked, wet mouth. I could only imagine how it would feel in my craving cunt.
I bobbed my head faster, moving my lips over his stiff flesh quickly, jacking him off with my mouth. He groaned and started to direct my movements with his hands. He pulled me on and off his shaft quickly then held me still. His hips started to pump like a jackhammer. He fucked my face feverishly, throating me hard and deep with his glorious dick.
I slapped his thigh and dug my nails into his flesh, begging for more, begging him to use my wicked mouth as hard as he could. He did. He drove his dick into me so hard and deep that I gagged with each thrust. I could feel the bile rise in my throat and my mouth held that metallic taste to it.
Strings of saliva clung to his shaft and ran down my cheek and neck, soaking my blouse to my flesh. I ripped open my blouse and tossed it with my bra errantly somewhere in his office. I squeezed my large, soft tits hard and slapped my hard, sensitive nipples.
The coolness of the saliva he forced from my mouth with his forceful thrusts felt cool on my supple breasts. It was naughty but oh so sensual and delightful. I wanted more, needed more. I continued to abuse my tits roughly with my eyes closed and his enraged dick reaping my mouth. How could it have gotten any better?
Darren forced my mouth onto his shaft until my nose pressed into his softly coarse pubic hair. He held me there for an eternity while I massaged his shaft with my throat. Then he slapped me again. His hand cracked into my cheek and made my pussy rage into a wild inferno. He knew what turned me on, at least for the moment.
By the time he pulled his cock from my mouth, my cheeks were red from his assault and my chest heaved with each straining gasp I took trying to catch my breath. I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock and held it tightly. I rose to my feet and drug him over to the small s
ofa between his shelves.
I pushed him onto it then hiked up my skirt. His wild eyes watched me eagerly, waiting for the moment I’d slide my soaked panties down my curvaceous thighs and give him a glimpse of my glistening, smoothly shaven pussy. I slipped my panties down painfully slow, amplifying his anticipation with a brief pause here and there until finally they were off.
I twirled them with my fingers as I climbed on top of Darren and smirked. I lowered my face to his. My lips were parted and my pink tongue swished lazily side to side. The moment his lips parted to meet mine, I stuffed my panties into his mouth. His eyes went wide and he groaned. He liked it rough too.
Buttons shot every which way as I ripped open his silk shirt. I ran my hands slowly from his throat down his chiseled chest. Slowly I teased my fingernails along his skin, past his navel to his waiting meat. My body shivered in anticipation as I rubbed the head of his thick cock through my juice pussy lips, lubing it with my delectable juices.
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