Staying Employed, Part 7 (MF, Relucatance)

Part 7

Keith’s continued reduction in pain medication saw his libido keep rising. Perhaps he felt a need to also establish his manliness given his current status of bedridden jobless man supported by his wife.

Whatever the reason, Saturday morning saw me mounting his cock while he lay back on the bed, riding him until he exploded inside of me. Sunday started the same way, and by Sunday afternoon he was feeling adventurous enough to fuck me from behind in a spooning position. He pulled my hips back against him and I felt his cock throbbing its load inside my pussy as he gasped and groaned. I hadn’t even gotten close to an orgasm in any of our trysts.

Maybe my irritation played a part in my final decision on Monday. I felt like everyone’s object. Getting used by people at work to help support a man who then used me too. Fuck all of them.

I walked into Ballard’s office with a sense of agency and confidence for the first time in months. “$25,000,” I said before he could open his mouth. “And a nicer company car. One out of state ‘visitor’ per month. No rollovers – use it or lose it. You take pictures tomorrow, not today, with a digital camera and the camera goes in a small safe in here as soon as we’re done. They’re not ending up on a cloud somewhere so someone can jerk off to them on Reddit.”

He arched his brows, and after a long pause he nodded. “I also need notice,” I added. “I have a husband and a life. I’m not letting you into my pussy because you demanded some last second visit to a hotel across town.”

“A week in advance, then. As for the rest, reasonable enough. I should have added though, if you fail to meet your obligations I don’t get to be inside you just the once. For the remainder of the year that is our deal, once per week.”

Fuck. In for a penny, in for a pound. I wasn’t planning on giving him the pleasure, literally, anyway. My nod was a little less confident but I hoped it didn’t show.

“Pictures tomorrow then, as you say. 4pm. Wear something sexy.” I turned to go and he said “Have you plans this weekend? It isn’t quite a week, so no penalty if you say no. But we have some clients coming in from Michigan. I could use your special assistance with one of them Saturday night.”

It was early in the month, so if I got this one out of the way I might not have to do another for 7 or 8 weeks. I ran a quick mental check of my calendar – Keith should be easy to handle with his current situation. “Send me the place and time by tomorrow, please,” I said and then left.

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Keith’s lusts were temporarily sated, because that evening he seemed more interested in watching a movie than watching me move on him. I took the chance while he was distracted to plant the seed. “Love, I’m probably going to grab dinner with some girls from work Saturday night,” I said. “Working on a new project, sort of a bonding thing.” He nodded distractedly, and I smiled. Step one complete.

A moment later I noticed he was rubbing himself under the blanket while he stared at Gal Gadot on the screen as she jumped around in her Wonder Woman costume. Well, at least he had good taste. Without even taking his eyes off the screen, he raised the blanket with one hand, and reached out the other to gently pull my head towards his lap – where his erect cock was waiting in his hand. I wasn’t really in the mood, but happy men ask no questions. I opened my mouth as he pushed my head down, and engulfed his cock in it.

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The next morning I found the balancing line between sexy and professional. Nice lingerie underneath a shorter gray skirt. The shirt I put on was well fitted – it showed my curves without putting the goods on display. I’d draw eyes at work, but not raise eyebrows.

The day went along smoothly enough, although I did catch several of my male coworkers eyeing me with hunger in their eyes, and my female coworkers eyeing me with poorly hidden jealousy. Still, my dress was professional and nobody said anything. At 4pm sharp I reported to Ballard’s office and was shown in with the usual prompt courtesy.

On his desk lay a brand new digital camera, one I’m sure his personal assistant had either picked up overnight or this morning. He picked it up and gestured for me to stand in an open area in his office. “Start undressing. I’ll tell you when to pose.”

I had unbuttoned my blouse halfway down my stomach when he told me to pause. Pulling my shirt open a little to show a large amount of cleavage, he snapped a couple of quick pictures. He did the same when my skirt was pooled around my ankles on the floor, having me look at the camera over my shoulder to get a full view of my ass in its g-string.

Three or four more photos of my tits as I took my bra off, and then a couple of me bent over, looking back at him with my bare pussy in view. I stood up, now entirely naked and expecting the photo shoot to be over. It was not.

“Bend over my desk,” he said in a commanding voice. I shrugged, causing my boobs to jiggle slighty and walked over to do as he said. I bent over and leaned my elbows on his desk. My nipples dragged slightly across the surface of the desk as I did so, and as I settled in the bottoms of my breasts rested on his writing pad.

He touched my thighs with his spare hand, and I realized he wanted me to move them further apart. I did so, feeling at once both aroused and embarrassed. A moment later I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered, and my eyes widened slightly.

“Relax,” he said calmingly. “We have a deal, but these pictures will look convincing.” I felt him press the head of his penis up against my slit. He applied enough pressure for me to feel the lips of my pussy just beginning to part when I heard the click of the camera several times. He rubbed himself up and down my slit, and I could hear his breathing quicken a little. A couple more quick snaps, and then I was told to flip onto my back.

I sat my bare ass on the edge of Ballard’s desk, and then lay back on top of it. My tits spread out to the sides under the weight of gravity. Ballard spread my legs to the side and up, with my knees bent. Stepped between my thighs, he again put his cock up against my pussy, which was on clear display. Rubbing the head up and down against my slowly moistening opening, he took another series of pictures. These ones showed my face, as well as his prick poised in front of my vagina, ready to plow me.

His breathing was fast now, and a little ragged. Ballard kept rubbing his cock up and down the entrance to my vagina. It was slick now, drops of his pre-cum mingling with some of my own, traitorous juices. He put the camera aside, and, grabbing my hips with both hands, he pulled me further towards him so the edge of my ass, and hence my pussy, were hanging over the edge of the desk.

Ballard grabbed my ankles with his hands, and pulled my legs a little higher into the air. I was helpless, naked on my back. I could struggle, and scream, but truth be told I had no leverage and my rising panic made me feel too weak to even try.

With my legs held high, he managed to press his cock flat against my pussy, with the head of his shaft just above my clit. Moving his hips forward, he started to grind himself back and forth against me. Our comingled juices made things slick, and I could feel the sensitive part of his shaft sliding back and forth. He was grunting now, his breathing coming fast and hard. Mine was too. Trapped between our bodies, his member was gliding back and forth directly across my clit.

My breasts were swollen with arousal, my nipples ripe. Ballard could tell. He stared fixedly at my tits, which were swaying gently as he ground himself against me. I didn’t want to enjoy it. I didn’t want to be turned on. But I found my hips working back against him of their own accord, pushing and thrusting. I hated it. I tried to stop it.

A tingling sensation built in my pussy, centering from my clit and began to pulse in waves across my body. It got stronger and stronger, and his thrusts became faster. If he didn’t stop soon I was going to come. Ballard’s cock worked furiously across my clit now, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning.

I guess it was the lip bite that did it. He gave a strangled groan, and his cock stiffened against my body. I felt it jerk, and the a spurt of cum erupted, flying through the air to land on my tits. I felt another spasm pass through his cock, and I gasped. A moment later a jet of cum landed across my nose and lips, some of it splashing directly into my slightly open mouth. My tongue pushed at the thick glob in my mouth but, lying on my back it just ran across my tongue and into my throat. I had just swallowed some of his cum.

He bucked and thrust, and my body betrayed me. The first wave of my orgasm took me by surprise, distracted as I had been by the taste of his cum. I stiffened, my whole body going rigid as I refused to cry out. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and even though I didn’t make any noise I think he could tell. His cock could. It was like a second coming – somehow even more semen came pulsing out to land on my stomach.

After a moment, spent, he let my legs drop and he staggered away from the desk. I lay there, plastered with his cum, the faint taste of it still in my mouth. I felt dirty, guilty. Like a whore.

Then I heard the camera one last time. Click.

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