One of the newer senior executives at my company was a take-charge woman who knew how to get things done. When she took over the business unit I worked for it didn’t take her long to weed through all the bullshit and get things running smoothly. She lived in another part of the country but made frequent trips to our office and we had the chance to have lunch a few times.
We were both around the same age, mid-40s, and she was divorced. I’d been married for several years and we both had two kids. We had a good bit in common and quickly developed a good working friendship. She even complained a few times to me about not finding any good men to date when she came to town. I wasn’t looking at her in that way so I guess I missed the hints she was laying down. I found out quickly enough on a business trip with her.
We arrived at one of the branches and spent a few days working with the local team to straighten out some issues they were having. We stayed in the same hotel and actually had rooms next to each other, the kind with a shared door between them for families travelling together.
On the next to the last day of our trip she told me on the drive back to the hotel that she had something we needed to work on that evening for a bit and suggested we take dinner in the room to get a head start. I agreed and we went to the bar at the hotel when we arrived for a drink and to place our order. She gave them her room number and then told me she thought it would be easier if we just opened the adjoining door instead of going back and forth in the hall. I agreed and changed quickly out of my work clothes into shorts and a t-shirt.
I heard her knock at the adjoining door and when I opened it she was still in her work clothes and the food had arrived. She wasn’t bad looking, a little on the short side and thick with short blonde hair. Her face was really cute and she liked to wear tops that showed her cleavage. It felt a little odd to be going in to her room but things had always been strictly business so I went along with it.
We made small talk over dinner and when we were done she excused herself for a minute and went to use her restroom. I started reviewing the documents she’d pulled up on her laptop and heard the door to the restroom open behind me. “Turn around” she said in a commanding tone.
When I did I was floored. She was standing there in front of me wearing the thick white cotton robe provided by the hotel and nothing else. It hung wide open, exposing her huge tits and shaved pussy to me. I was speechless.
“Get up and come over here” she said in that same tone, “You’re going to do something for me if you want to keep your job.”
I got up, slowly and walked to her. She reached down and grabbed my cock through my shorts and smiled up at me. “I’m going to lay back on this bed and you’re going to eat my pussy until I tell you to stop” she commanded, and without waiting for my reply she lay back across the bed and spread her legs.
I stood there, staring at her swollen lips and didn’t move. I’d never cheated on my wife and didn’t plan to. As I started to leave she sharpened her tone “I’ll file harassment charges with HR and ruin you if you don’t do what I’m telling you to do.”
I could tell by the tone in her voice that she meant it and I reluctantly turned back to her. I couldn’t risk calling her bluff. I got down between her legs and started to work my fingers into her slit. She moaned a bit and told me to get my tongue in there. When I did, she clamped down on my head with her thighs and I started licking and biting her clit. She moaned with pleasure and bucked against my face.
After what felt like an eternity of eating her pussy she pulled my head up and told me to lay down on the other bed. I did as I was told and she climbed on top of me and straddled my face, forcing her pussy down into my mouth and grinding hard. At one point it was hard for me to breath, the combination of her weight on my face and her juices running into my mouth and nose felt like it was going to smother me. She rode me aggressively and I could just make out her moans of pleasure getting louder. Her thrusts against my mouth became more insistent and she started squirting all over my face and down my throat. I was afraid I would drown.
After her orgasm, she got off of me and sat on the bed beside me. “I’m not going to make you fuck me, but you will get me off any time and place I tell you if you value your job and marriage. I could ruin you if I wanted to.”
With that she reached down and pulled my shorts down enough to free my cock. Despite the nature of what had just transpired I was hard as a rock. She leaned over and took me into her mouth and held my cock there while she worked her tongue around the shaft. The she pulled her head away and started to slowly stroke my cock, occasionally lightly slapping my balls. She ordered me to tell her when I was close to coming and then continued to alternate between lightly sucking and stroking my cock.
When I told her I was getting close she stopped and stood up. She wrapped the robe around herself and told me we were done for the evening and that I was to go back to my room. I was angry, horny, and thoroughly confused. No woman had ever completely owned me that way. My cock pulsed as I got up from the bed and she leaned over and slapped the head of it dismissively with the back of her hand. I felt an ache build up in my balls and I started cumming slowly; no massive release, just a thin stream of cum leaking from the head of my cock on to the hotel room floor.
She dipped a finger into the stream of cum, brought it to her lips, and licked it clean before taking me by the shoulder and pushing me back in to my room with my cock still slowly leaking cum everywhere. As she closed and locked the door to her room I heard her laughing.
The next day at work was completely normal, like nothing had happened. Even the ride over was normal, and it was just the two of us in the car. She had made it clear who was in control
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