It was an important meeting. She needed to secure her goal without fail lest her reputation implode. Everything was riding on her powers of persuasion and she was ready to do anything. For she was dealing with the King, a powerful brick of a man known for his formidable judgement and steady authority. He was both loved and feared by all. Men cowered in his shadow & vied for his approval, as women draped themselves on him whenever he allowed.
She knew it would not be easy to get what she wanted. She knew she had to give a little in order to take. Her strategy was to disarm, distract and infiltrate. So she purposefully selected a dress that showed off all her assets, a low rounded neckline and a flared skirt cut just below her ass made of waist-hugging silk. Knee high boots and a suit jacket finished the look. She felt in control, and ready to make this supposed King kneel.
She walked with purpose towards his office, her hips swinging side to side to match her stride. She could feel people’s gaze on her short skirt as it rhythmically smacked the back of her upper thighs. It made her excited, anticipating and powerful.
She entered the King’s office with a curt knock. “Sir, I would like to speak with you regarding our email exchange. Do you have some time.” He looked up from his work, irritated at the interruption at first before glimpsing his intruder. She was glad to see his eyes travel down her body as he beckoned her forward.
“Take a seat.”
She moved towards the seat and slipped her jacket from her shoulders, making a show of the cleavage straining in her dress. She crossed her legs in an attempt to hide herself but felt an immediate chill up her back as the cold metal seat touched her bare legs. Instinctively, her nipples hardened erect, tenting the silk of her dress and drew the Kings attention. She felt strangely excited and confident, suddenly aware of her exposed breasts, hips and thighs. She felt a growing throb beat stronger and louder between her legs.
“My department needs last quarter’s expense documents for an audit, I need access to your archives to locate it. And I need to do this by day’s end.”
“Your department has been hounding me about audits every other month. I don’t want be bothered by this, deal with it yourself.”
“Yes, sir. I am happy to take the responsibility here,” she stood up, smoothed her dress with subdued fury at his tone. She moved over to his side of the desk to stand before him, making herself bigger by arching her chest forward, legs firmly planted and hands on her hips. “Can you please show me where you keep the documents,” she spoke with thinly veiled pride. No man, King or not, should speak with such arrogance.
The King’s lip curled into a devilish sneer as he made no attempts to hide his examination of her body. He leant back in his chair arms behind his head and legs spread wide. He was a true beast of a man. His arm was the size of her leg, one hand could almost wrap around her delicate waist from navel to back completely. He had a look that could devour her whole in 10 seconds. The throb between her legs grew and a radiating heat spread to her thighs, she found herself wondering how big he might be compared to her tight little pussy. He could truly tear her up. The thought made her frustringly wet.
“I’m going to need some cooperation, if I am to close this issue for you.”
“Turn around,” he spoke gruffly. “You might find some on the top shelf behind you. The black box.”
She spotted the box on the bookshelf, at the uppermost left corner 2 feet above her reach. She looked back to see the look of challenge and satisfaction on his face. Interesting, she thought, game on.
She sauntered over and reached up as high as she could, making her skirt ride up revealing a hint of ass and red lace. She arched her back more and bounced on her feet to give the show some more flavor. She heard a faint, “woof!” from behind her.
“Sir, its too high up. I’m going to need your help,” she simpered. “Please.”
He got up and reached her in 2 strides, so that she became face to face with his huge chest before she could move. The heat radiating from his body was enveloping, his scent intoxicating. He looked down at her, “just this once,” and picked her up by the waist and easily spun her around towards the box. She let out a sharp intake of breath. When she grabbed the box, he loosened his grip just enough to let her body, her curves slide between his hands to reach the floor.
She was slightly disheveled, dress askew and her heart beating loudly. “Thank you, sir”.
“You’re welcome,” but he did not move back, “is that all?”
“Well, this looks like just 1 months worth. I will need the rest.” She bent her knee to rest against the wall, trying to keep some distance between them. But his thick hand quickly slid up her out-stretched thigh sending a rush of electricity to her nipples and now gushing pussy.
“Well, that requires some exchange on your part.”
Her breath was short now, “what do you suggest?”
His hand was caressing her round ass cheek, toying with her lace. “I want these panties,” he said in a low rumble and peeled them off with one finger.
She automatically found a perch on the nearest chair, hiked her dress up but kept herself covered with one strategically placed arm.
She felt the slickness of her juices down her skin, “And for the rest?” She asked innocently.
“Mmmm. Anything you want,” he growled as he pulled out his thick, pulsating cock coming forward to claim his prize.
“Every audit report ready to go, every other month.”
“You got it,” and he thrust himself into her tiny wet slit.
She arched her back in ecstasy, her body humming. He grabbed handfuls of ass, letting her rock her back and forth on his cock. She grabbed onto his neck for dear life, pulled more into him and melted into his hungry, seeking lips. His hands explored the bare skin under her dress, feverishly searching. He broke her grip on his neck, reached at the shoulder neckline of her dress and yanked the stretchy fabric down past her hips, spilling out her breasts. He swung her around like an angry bull to take a seat on the chair. He settled back to appreciate his view with a click of approval and massaging her thighs up and down. She grabbed him by his hair, pinned his head up to face her and slid down his pole. He moaned long and loud. She did it again, and again until his eyes rolled back. She was enjoying her perch above him. Suddenly, he flipped her on her back and began pummeling her into the chair. She felt her heart beat in her throat, almost unable to bear the intensity. Then, all at once, her body split open releasing a rush of waves crashing up and down her body. She screamed a mixture of pleasure and pain which made the King wail like a wounded animal. He deftly pulled out his cock, now dripping with her juices, and came all over her breasts almost passing out from the effort.
They lay together entangled in a mess of lust and sweat, basking in their successfully executed deal.
“It has been a pleasure discussing this with you today. I’m glad we were able to come up with a solution. Please contact me again when you have the audit ready.”
And she cleaned herself, pulled her dress up, reached out towards the conquered King and kissed him on the lips. “There’s plenty if you want more”, gesturing towards the red lace panties discarded on the floor. And she fluffed her hair, picked up the files and left the King to slumber.
(Thank you for reading my first attempt at erotic literature. Love to hear your thoughts on this fantasy of mine.)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mdtbta/negotiating_in_the_office