The Corporate Goddess: My Boss Used Me to Fulfill Her Sexual Fantasies, Part II. (MF)

Saturday

Jonas

The day’s scheduled activities begin at 8:30. Sabrina and I decided to meet up at 6:30. We meet in my room this time. My room is already less tidy than hers, with clothes and random items scattered about.

She’s still in her silky pajamas, and hops up on my bed, next to me. I’m in my black boxer briefs and no top. I figure shit’s about to get really intimate, so no use bothering to cover up. I offer her a coffee, which she gladly accepts.

In our early morning fog, we sip our coffees and exchange lists of forbidden sexual acts. I am immediately struck by how short her list is. I peek over and realize that my list is short, as well.

“Okay, I can get on board with this,” she says. “What do you think?” She looks over at me and asks. She turns her head to look at me, and I feel my throat sink into my belly. The sight of her, in her purest form, ignites a firestorm in me.

Without makeup, I can see her true eyes and skin. I get revved at the sight of her powerful persona, but her stripped down version does something else entirely. Again, I am shaken by her humanness. Her hair messy, with flyaways all around. Her brown eyes are more visible. Her ethnicity shines through in this pure version of Sabrina, which gets me wondering what it must be like to be a Latina woman in a white male dominated industry.

My admiration turns into an extended look. “What?” She asks.

“You’re just,” I try to find the words. “You’re. Amazing.” Her cheeks flush at the compliment.

“Okay, lover boy, snap back to reality,” she teases. “My list?” She reiterates.

“Yeah, yeah, the list. Ah, it looks fine to me. I had no plans of anything even close to what’s on this list, so, I think we’re on the same page,” I say.

“Good, I think we are, too,” she says. She then clears her throat and a hint of her authoritative voice emerges. “For a final review,” she starts, “We agree to use the next two days to explore any of the sexual fantasies and interests we have had to repress over the years. Anything on these lists is forbidden. Our safe word is ‘Montana.’ At the sound of this word, whatever is happening must stop.”

“So far, so good.” I say.

She continues, “Today, you are dominant. I do what you say. Tomorrow is my day to decide what we do.” Our time on the clock for work is not part of the deal. We must appear to everyone else to be colleagues, and no more.”

“Agreed.” I say, confirming my buy-in.

“Me too,” she says, unable to contain her smile.

“So, does my day officially begin now?” I ask.

“Yes, I suppose it does,” she replies, still smiling.

I bite my lip, pondering what I do with the morning. I look at the clock, it’s 6:52. “How long do you need to get ready?” I ask.

She takes a moment to think, “About 45 minutes. We have to leave at 8:15, which means I have to start getting ready by 7:30. You have me for 38 minutes.”

A flutter of excitement shoots through me. “Hmm. I will need to get us warmed up, first,” I say. I set her list and my coffee on the nightstand, then straddle her, and clear her hands.

Leaning in, I kiss her. The talk of our sexual arrangement has me aroused already. Feeling up her braless tank, her hard nipple indicates the same is true for her. Our kiss is passionate and hard, maybe a little sloppy. The anticipation so compacted, that our desires are ravenous.

Sabrina

The lust coursing through my veins is nearly intolerable. Jonas has my hands pinned above my head, and his hard bulge is pressing against me. Our compatibility is already astounding. Even his natural morning scent is pleasing.

As he kisses me, I try to focus on being submissive. For the next 38 minutes, I must surrender to him. He can have his way with me. And my body. The thought is both invigorating and very difficult to accept. My self reflection is derailed when he suddenly climbs down, shoves my shorts to the side, and plunges his face into my quickly awakening pussy.

“Oh. Mm,” I let out. He is taking my labia in his mouth and sucking it, stretching my lips. He brings the same tenacity to my clit, where he suctions his lips around my nub, and attacks it with his tongue. He’s a quick worker, now licking his way down to my hole. I feel his wet, soft tongue enter my tunnel and I’m nearly coming.

“Oh God! Yes! Keep going. Keep going!” Comes out of my mouth. The tingle of an orgasm begins to ignite my nerves. Then he stops. He lifts himself up, my wetness glistening over his dark stubble. Jonas flashes a devious, evil smile. I feel a drop in my chest, as I quickly recognize that he is in control, and he may not allow this orgasm to flow.

My genitals throbbing, he plants his feet on the floor and walks towards me on the side of the bed. Looking down, admiring his subject, he traces a line from my forehead, down the middle of my chest and belly. His fingertip grazes my yearning pussy, and he continues down my leg, ending at my feet. Nerve endings around my entire body are pulsing now.

“I’d like to see your cock sucking skills,” he says, running his hands through my hair. I have never enjoyed sucking dick. But, like everything else in my life, I excel at it. I feel an eagerness to please him, it’s an unfamiliar feeling.

I roll down his tight boxer briefs, and unveil his hard manhood. He is well equipped. Looking at his height, and general proportions, his cock is bigger than one would expect. I take him in my hand, and wrap my lips around his head. Then I lick around his tip, and move down his shaft, taking him deep into my throat.

He cocks his head back, moaning with pleasure, “Ohhh shit.” I want him to feel my skill, so I relax my throat, and take him all the way in. He looks down as my lips meet the end of his shaft. I hold him there for a moment, deep in me. His eyes are wide, and mouth open in amazement.

I pull back up on his shaft, creating suction with my lips. He feels large in my mouth, I have to concentrate. He makes his enjoyment clear, moaning and groaning, and encouraging me, “Oh. Yeah.” I bob up and down his big shaft, he gets louder, and runs his hands through my hair. I have never given a blow job to a man who showed his appreciation. It takes a moment to recognize, but I think I feel enjoyment as I pleasure him.

My confidence increases, and I taste the precum starting to leak out of him. I pull my mouth away from his cock, and he looks at me sweetly. “Goddamn, girl.” I cup his balls in my hand, and hold them up, so that I can taste them. Jonas is a well groomed man, his scrotum is soft and smooth, with no wiry pubes to be found.

I take both testicles in my mouth and tug gently. He groans even more, “Fuuuck.” After a few more tickles of his testicles with my tongue, I return to his pulsing cock, and eagerly shove it down my throat again. My pace speeds up, his breath quickens, too. Before he explodes, he pulls out and takes a moment to compose himself.

He grins at me and says, “You’re good.”

“I am here to serve you,” I purr, making light of our arrangement.

“Damn right you are,” he says, his tone back into our role play. “Now lay on your back, and lay your head down the side of the bed, facing me.” I think I know where he is going with this. Letting a man fuck my face is something I would never normally do. I remind myself of our agreement. I also recognize that Jonas is a different kind of man. I kind of… enjoyed pleasing him.

“Are you still wet from when I ate your pussy? He asks in his dominant voice.

“Yes, I want to finish,” I say, submissively, but honestly.

“Good. You get to finish yourself off,” he says. “After I fuck your face.”

“I understand,” I reply.

Jonas speaks again, his voice more caring, “Okay, so this is something I’ve always wanted to do. You get a quick veto if you don’t like it.”

“Okay,” I say, still submissive.

“Considering my cock will be down your throat, you won’t be able to say our safe word,” he points out. “So, if you need me to stop, wave your hand, andq I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” I say again.

His dominant voice speaks, “Lay your head back so I can fuck your face. When I say so, you can start fingering yourself. But you have to wait. Got it?”

“Mmhm,” I say, his big dick already shoving its way in my mouth. I focus on relaxing my face and neck, to accommodate him.

“Ohh yeah. That’s right. You take this cock in your mouth,” he says, thrusting into me. “If only your corporate buddies could see you now. Laying back, submissive, subordinate fucking your face.”

His taunting makes me more wet, and desperate. My legs squirm together, hoping to create friction to release my throbbing clit. I’m impressed with how well I’m taking him in my mouth. His pumping into my mouth is uncomfortable, but not enough to tell him to stop. The hint of discomfort, and knowing I must submit actually make this act a turn on.

He pulls out, I’m guessing to make sure I’m okay, because he is kind in that way. But he keeps up with his act. “Good girl. Do you like my cock in your throat?”

“Yes,” I say, not completely lying.

“Of course you do. You’re my little sex slave. Since you’ve been a good little subject so far, you can pleasure yourself,” he says.

The permission to touch myself gives me a surge of excitement. “Thank you,” I moan, and reach immediately for my clit.

“Oh, but you can’t come until I come,” he instructs as he enters my mouth again. This time, he pulls my breasts out of my tank top and plays with them. He pinches my nipples, heightening my pleasure. I love having my nipples touched, which he seems to be learning.

My burst is approaching again, and I moan, vibrating his cock deep in my throat. He reaches down from my nipple, and grabs my wrist, pulling my hand away from pleasuring myself. Then, he pulls himself out of my mouth again. My desperation is growing larger, so I plead.

“Please,” I beg. “Please let me come.”

“Does my superior want me to spray my cum down her throat or all over her tits?” He asks. The added layer of calling me his superior blurs the lines between real life and play. It turns me on even more.

“All of me. Please, just let me cum, please,” I cry.

This ceiling of arousal is one I’ve never reached. I feel like he’s fucking my mind more than my body. He lowers his balls into my mouth, and I tickle his sack with my tongue. Then he moves farther up my body, exposing my face to the area between his balls and butt. I’m guessing he wants me to lick here.

I do, and he starts groaning again. I lick and suck his perineum like he did to my labia. This must be a special spot for him, as his breathing picks up like his load is coming. I reach up and stroke his shaft a few times. His heightened arousal has my orgasm on the ledge, and it falls over.

Jonas swiftly pulls up and shoves his bloated cock in my mouth, humping my face harder than ever. It hurts a little, but the pain only intensifies the orgasm that has taken me over. “Mmmhmm,” is all I can say with him I’m my mouth. Nerves fire all around my body as I rub my stiff clitoris.

“Oh god, yeah yeah,” he cries. “Fuck, uh. Fuck!” I feel the man’s cum blast into my throat with force. His body spasms, and he takes his exploding dick out and paints my tank top and chest with his seed.

After he pulls out, I look at the clock. 7:26. Like a ton of rocks, it hits me that I have to leave him and get ready for the day’s workshops. My body craves more, yet my brain knows I must return to the real world.

He laid down at the end of the bed after he came in me. His round, bubble man butt facing up. I’ve never been one for butts, but I like his ass. His back has two dimples on either side of his tailbone. There’s stubble where he trimmed his body hair. I don’t mind body hair, but it’s good to have it under control, and I like that he cares enough to maintain himself.

“Looks like it’s time to get ready for the work day,” I say, sadly. I yearn for more of him. I crave time with him. But he can’t know that yet.

“Shit. I guess it is,” he says, sounding disappointed, too. “How easily could I convince you to skip the conference today?” He sounds like he’s only partially joking.

“If it was a normal work day, it would be very, very easy,” I reply. “But today? I have to be there.”

He puffs his bottom lip, and makes a sad face. I feel the same way.

I stand, and pull myself together. “Okay, I’m off the clock now, so I’m back to being your boss,” I say. “Get your ass ready for work,” I joke.

He looks at the clock. It reads. 7:29. “Not yet,” he replies. He stands up, naked, wraps me up and kisses me once more. I melt into his arms, and put up no resistance. The emotional side of my brain doesn’t want to leave his side.

“Oh, hey,” he calls while I’m on my way out. “I need to grab something from your bag this morning. Can you leave your door open for me?”

“Sure,” I reply, eager for what’s next.

• – – –

We have to take a cab to the conference since we drank too much to drive last night. Riding there, I feel a calmness, and I think he does, too. We both watch the scenery pass. For me, the colors seem brighter somehow. The world seems a little better.

Once I step foot in the conference hall, I feel myself morph back into my manager self. My posture changes, and I carry myself more assertively.

I have to give a presentation to a group of associates, Jonas being one of them. I’m a natural at public speaking, especially when it comes to entry level marketing matters. My autopilot speaks about strategies and networking, while my active mind watches him. I wonder what he’s thinking.

It must be strange to sit and watch a manager present, all the while knowing you shoved your cock in her face 2 hours ago. He plays the part well. He draws no attention to himself, or to me. No indications to the outside world that we are newly minted lovers.

The morning passes uneventfully. Everyone is on their own for lunch, meaning Jonas and I can be together again. Most of the room clears out after my presentation, but he stays, of course. He approaches me, and I can feel my insides flutter.

“Nice job,” he says.

“Thank you. You were an awfully good audience member,” I reply. “Are you ready for lunch? Lots of the group goes to the place we were last night,” I say. “We can pick up our car there, too.”

I feel a hint of disappointment that we can’t be alone, but I’d rather see in him a group than not at all. Besides, we can hide in plain sight. No one will suspect anything if we sit at a table for lunch, alongside a few others.

“Yeah, I’m starving,” he says. He leans closer and lowers his voice, “But first, I have something for you.” He pulls a familiar looking little black, velvet bag out of his pocket. “Lunch is off the clock, so technically, you’re mine for the next hour. Do you know what this is?” He asks.

Of course I do. “Yes,” I reply, shifting back to my subordinate voice. I lower my voice, too, “It’s a remote controlled vibrator.”

“That’s right,” he says, smiling. He hands me the small bag. “And you’re going to go to the bathroom, and slide this in your high brow, corporate pussy,” he whispers in my ear. Out of his other pocket, he pulls a tiny remote. He whispers some more, “I’m going to make you cum over and over while we’re at lunch. In front of everyone. And you can’t say a thing.”

His warm breath gives me chills. I take the bag and shove it in my purse, scanning for onlookers. The deviancy of what he’s ordering me to do feels thrilling. I feel a zing of electricity in my lady bits.

“Okay. I’ll go now,” I say, obeying him.

He turns back to his normal self, “I slid a little bottle of lube in there if you need it. I’m not a monster, after all.” He winks, and looks towards the hallway, encouraging me to insert the vibrating device.

Jonas and I arrive at the restaurant together. He played very casual on the ride over, and he didn’t press his button. I’m guessing he wants to build the suspense. It worked, as I felt my arousal escalate, and my wetness quickly became evident. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, probably flushing them to the outside world. Again, I was completely turned on, physically and mentally. It feels invigorating.

We see two seats open at a table set for 6, the end seat and the one to the left of it. Jonas pulls the end chair for me, looking like a gentleman to the outside world. I know that he’s planting me front and center to be secretly tortured.

Things seem normal as everyone at the table chats, and introductions take place for those who are unacquainted. I’m looking at the menu, the glossy pages cover my face. While I’m considering the chicken options, I feel a sudden, harsh buzzing in my crotch. It takes my breath away, and the surprise is replaced by intense pleasure. I know that his first click was a courtesy, allowing the menu to hide my face from the others. I assumed there would be no more freebies.

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