There were two sides to her. Two very conflicting lifestyles with which she juggles tirelessly, trying to keep her life together while destroying it. Yes she had done very well in life… building up herself and her company from the ground. Though some might wonder if the price for power was too much. And for how long can one stack the achievements before the tower falls over.
“C.E.O. Mrs. Clove” read the golden placket which stuck on the double door of the grand office which sat on the top floor. The result of millions of dollars made it the tallest building in the busy city. The headquarters holding every ounce of grandness that a Fortune 500 company afforded.
As guests would enter down the lush hallways every other wall space would be framed a magazine of Mrs Clove herself. Time magazine, New York Times, and the like. Praising the ceo as ‘woman of the year’ and other achievements.
On chivelled pedestals stood awards for the speeches and achievements of her company. Yes a reversed champion of women power and a shining beacon for what one could become if you only put the work in…
But at that moment which was just after work hours, was unlike what most would expect. The door was locked, the blinds closed, and only the warm dim light from the setting sun filled the office. And instead of a devout mother, wife, and ceo working tirelessly at her desk, instead was a scene of brutal, lust filled passion.
“Omg! Fuck yes please sir!” The desperate times of the ceo were echoed off the walls. Her body pinned against the ever moving desk. Papers sprawled on the the floor as her uncsring lover slammed into her again and again. Hand gripping her hair tightly shoving her face against the cold wood. The other hand slapping and gripping her as at will.
The tiny woman was like putty in his arms, and before she new it her back was on the desk as he shoved her legs behind her head. Her 6” black heels sticking out sharply, she’d grown use to it by now and only watched ever amazed as the massive girth stretched her worn cunt. His hands pinching her nipples for a reaction, and she could only give in.
Hand prints covered her brown skin. Hickeyd on her chest we’re making their marks clear replaying faded ones. She hated it but now put on a better face. And could tell he was close to cumming, they both were. Her legs were shaking and that was his que to which he promptly picked her up.
Her toned thighs clamping down as best they could as he used her wildly. Her makeup a mess now. They continue for a litte while, getting more passionrd by the moment until she’d scream her climax before convulsing as he pumped his seed deep into her. A ritual for wish she was prepared and on the pill, not that he’d stop if she wasn’t. She felt him soften and was laid back down. The man only grimed satisfied as he got dressed agian.
“Another long productive day Mrs. Clove. Keep it up and I might just donate all you need for those new projects you wanted” Her Top investor laughed harshly staring as the curvy figure of Suzy got her clothes from ground. Another pair of panties torn. She winced every time he spoke. Holding her dress she couldnt bare looking at him anymore.
“Bastard. One more week and the debt will be paid. I don’t need your money or any else’s anymore” she sai holding back tears and anger.
“That’s no way to talk with someone that got you everything you ever wanted. Gave you your wildest dream and you won’t even thank me” he cood from behind her as he felt up her ass again.
“Now go and Tell your husband how much you love him, toy” a swift smack moved Suzy and drew a gasp before he turned and left. Leaving her alone again…
to think about if it was all worth it.
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I’ve really loved these scenarios and wanted to try and write a story of it. For anyone inclined to play the story out, I’d love to role play with anyone open to it ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pk6h3v/the_price_of_being_the_boss_fm