Screwing my employee [Female POV] [romantic] [MF]

I caught the eye of the bartender, raised my almost empty glass and gave him a smile and wink. He saluted, and proceeded to make me another drink. It was the unspoken arrangement we’d had all night. I guess I could have gone over there myself, but I paid for this party, and he’d get a generous tip at the end of the night. Besides, I didn’t want anyone to mistake my thirst for a willingness to mingle.

I gazed out over the crowd, mostly made up of my employees and their partners, but spotted a few reporters and bloggers in the crowd, as well. I tried to keep my face in a calm but happy mask as my date, sitting beside me, tried his best to rile me up.

Jack had his arm draped over the back of my chair so his hand brushed my long hair, which tumbled down my bare back. He had been warned that he needed to act like a perfect gentleman tonight, and he had obliged, but just barely. I didn’t object to his advances per say; we had been on several dates in the past few months and I liked him a lot, but all we’d done is made out a little. A young, female CEO of a multinational company that found itself under the scrutiny of the news media, especially the entertainment page, had to hold herself to a bit of a standard, and slutting around with her employees is not a good look.

Jack’s fingers started to twirl my hair gently as the waiter set my drink in front of me. I sat without reaction, watching the party as his hand moved to my back, running from my shoulderblades to the hem of my backless dress, which sat just at the curve of my ass and back again. His fingers continued to wander across my shoulder and down my arm, causing goosebumps to prickle on my skin.

I noticed an entertainment reporter stealing glances at us as she typed something on her phone. Jack noticed, too, and leaned forward, putting his head close to mine.

“What do you think she’s reporting?” His mouth was close to my ear.

“That you’re getting the boss all hot and bothered.” I answered, looking over at his smirking face as I took a drink. He was the kind of man who was generally very quiet, confidently going about his business with a smoothness I found very attractive. But I had to be careful. He was 10 years my senior, and these suave gentlemen had a way of slithering into one’s life and trying to take advantage of a girl. He seemed different, though. He seemed to accept that I would put up with exactly no bullshit, and that if one wanted to be a part of my private life, one had to keep that life very private. So far he had been patiently taking me out for dates, dropping me off with a sweet kiss goodnight, and hadn’t made a peep in public about it. Tonight he was pushing my buttons though, as if to say that he was done being patient, and he wanted his reward for being a good boy. All night he had been putting his hand on my back just a bit too low, touching my hand for a bit too long, and putting his hand high up on my thigh under the table. I didn’t chastise him. All this sneaky flirting was turning me on in just the right way.

“Well, I can’t see how you could get any hotter,” he was half-whispering as close to my ear as decorum would allow, “but if I’m bothering you, I’ll stop.”

I stared into his deep blue eyes and made my decision. “I’m finished my drink.” I announced. “Should I order another?”

Jack smiled mischievously. “I know I should be a greatful employee and whatnot, but this party is boring.”

I chuckled. “Let’s go, then.”

Jack smiled as if he had won the day. I stood, making my way to the door, saying my goodbyes, as he followed respectfully a step behind like a good escort should. I kept my eyes forward,  ignoring him,  but I could see him in my head – tall and lean, with perfectly coiffed black hair showing just a bit of grey, and gentle laugh lines staring to betray his age on his chiseled face.

I could feel his eyes on me – my long hair tied up on my head, still leaving lengthy tresses trailing down my back, my backless, blue glittering dress with a deep plunging neckline, my sparkling diamond hoop earings with matching necklace and bracelet, and my black stilettos – a picture of style and grace.

We slid into the limo and he sat far too close to me. Brazenly, he put an arm over my shoulders as the driver started off, rolling the tinted, sound proof privacy window up.

“That was a great party, by the way.” Jack admitted. “I just wanted to get you alone.”

“And why is that, Mr. Martin?” I cocked an eyebrow coyly.

He drew a finger from the knee poking out from the slit in my dress up the top of my thigh. “I was too hot in there.”

I could see his pants starting to tent as his finger traced a path to the inside of my thigh. I felt my underwear start to get wet.

Well, I thought, I guess it’s reward time.

I grabbed Jack’s tie and pulled him to me, kissing him passionately. He ran his fingers through my hair and wrapped one hand around to grab my ass, pulling me closer. I undid his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt as his hands found the hem of my dress, pushing it up my thighs and squeezing the bare skin of my backside.

He reached my thong as my hands found his belt. He slid his hand between the fabric and my trimmed mound, feeling for my pussy. The hand that was in my hair pulled at the clasp that held my halter top in place, and he slid the top of my dress down and grabbed a breast, his other hand slipping into my wet slit.

Meanwhile, I had unzipped his pants and freed his cock, which hard and oozing precum. I gave him a few strokes before leaning back, breasts exposed and thong soaked.

Like a good employee, he anticipated my next project without me saying a thing. He leaned forward, burying his head between my legs. He pulled my thong aside, slipped two fingers into my pussy, and pleasured me with his mouth. I moaned and grabbed his hair, grinding his face into me. I wrapped my legs around his shoulders and dug my stilettos into his back. He grunted, but didn’t stop fingering and licking me.

Feeling good and warmed up, I pushed his head away. He crawled up on top of me and kissed me, deeply, still fondling my clit and vulva. I relished in the taste of my own juices.

“I want to taste that cock,” I ordered, and he happily obliged, leaning back to expose his rock hard penis, and sliding his pants down. I knelt on the floor of my own damn limo, but I wanted to blow him so badly I didn’t even care. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft, and my mouth around his head. He groaned as I sucked and licked up his precum. I played with his balls a bit as he buried his hand into my hair, taking a chance in pushing my head onto his cock as deep as it would go.

“You’re such a slut.” He breathed as I deepthroated him. “Such a good girl in public. Such a whore in your fancy limo.”

I let his cock fall from my mouth, and looked up at him. For a split second I could see the fear in his eyes. He thought he’d crossed the line. He sat forward, intending to explain himself, but i rose, put a hand on his chest, pushed him back and crawled onto the seat, straddling his lap.

“And you’re going to treat me like the whore I am,” I ordered, “and use all my holes.”

And with that, I slid down onto his erect cock with a moan. He grunted, surprised, as I put my stilettos to work, pumping up and down on him. He sucked and bit my nipples, squeezing my breasts, as I fucked him. I could feel my orgasm building, so i lowered myself all the way down onto his shaft, grinding my clit into his body. Throwing back my head, I let out a cry as my orgasm pulsed through me and over Jack’s cock.

“I want to cum in that ass…” he breathed in my ear as my orgasm subsided. Before I could responed, he grabbed my hips and tossed me face first onto the seat beside him. He threw my dress over my head, gave my ass a hard slap, and stuck his cock in my crack, teasing my puckered hole. “…if that’s alright with you, ma’am.” He finished sarcastically.

He didn’t wait for my answer, taking my cooperation for consent. He edged his cock slowly but steadily into my ass. I gasped, reaching around to rub my clit and finger myself. He started slowly at first, respectfully, but once he figured out that the CEO he was porking was a dirty nymphomaniac, his pace quickened. I let out another cry as I came again, and this time it was too much for him. He pushed his whole length into me and I felt my colon fill up with hot cum. He didn’t move for a few seconds, draining himself  into me.

Finally, he slid out and collapsed into the seat next to me. I, too, sat up, relishing in the feel of his cum dripping out of my ass, and my pussy juices sticky on my thighs.

I watched him reassemble his outfit and he was helping me button back up my halter top just as the limo pulled up to my place. I gave him a kiss before sliding out of the limo. He made to follow me, but my driver stepped into his way with a piece of paper and a pen.
“Ms. Roberts would like you to sign this NDA…” I heard my driver start to explain. As I disappeared into my building, I made a mental note to give them both a raise on Monday.

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