A senior partner [M] at my work fucked me. Or did I [F] fuck him?

I recently left a big consultancy firm with that type of strong hierarchy and male-dominant leadership. I worked there a couple of years and did quite good which meant that I worked closely with partners on other departments. That was how I started working with him. And we can call him Michael for the sake of the story. Me and Michael had worked in the same projects before, but with a lot of other consultants so we never really talked just the two of us. So this project would be the first with just him, me and some newly hired juniors.

My initial thought was that he was a giant douche who’d come from another firm the year before and had an obvious complex to show his power. He was a partner, 15 years older than me, and with a strong tendency to talk on the top of his mind which usually was characterized by hidden insults. He had this authoritarian presence that was enhanced by his dark voice and dry humor that made other men respect him and women want to please him. You want to know the worst of it? He knew all of this.

I have a clear memory of our first start-up meeting together where he took a quick glance at my clothes and said with a condescending tone “That’s a bit casual”. I was taken off-guard but refused to show any reaction, so I replied with a dry tone that I can take his number if I need any future stylist advice. He then smiled and winked at me. That’s when I knew two things: 1) He thinks this is a game and he is going to win and 2) We are going to fuck.

Unfortunately, the project we had together ran at the same time as our peak season which meant that we were both stressed out and had a million other projects. With time, he started to trust me but couldn’t help but dropping condescending comments like “do you even know what we’re doing here?”. After he had said things like that, he would wait a few seconds to get a reaction from me which I never gave him. And when he didn’t get any reaction, he smiled as to show I had passed his test. Those seconds while he waited were so filled with tension because while both of us knew that this trail of sarcasm would be the same every time, we also knew that some day it would have a different turn. As much as it was a game for him, it was so easy to read for me – and this turned me on a lot.

The end of the project was to take place in Copenhagen and with about one month left of the project I got an offer from another firm and resigned. In an agreement with my boss, we set my last day about two weeks after Copenhagen so I’d have time to finish everything and he’d notify all project partners to ensure that’d have time to replace me. Michael never mentioned my resignation and when it was time to travel, we had barely talked at all due to extreme stress.

In Copenhagen, we worked our butts off. Together with a local team, we worked 18h days and barely slept so when we held our final presentation it felt like all energy had left my body. We had a celebratory dinner planned with the local team and when I stood in my hotel room getting ready, I was one yawn away from texting Michael saying that I’d skip dinner. From nowhere, I heard my work phone vibrate and saw a text from Michael, “Hope to see you at dinner”. I smiled and replied that he could only order me around for two more weeks. I had barely put down my phone before I got a reply, “You said it – two more weeks”.

I tied my black knee-long silk dress in the neck and took a final look at myself in the full-body mirror. My dark hair fell on my shoulders and for someone who barely had time to exercise, I was glad that I still had my slim waist. Unfortunately, the 4-year old dress had not adjusted to my career breast and ass, and I suddenly realized that you could see the contours of my nipples and thong. I glanced at my phone and noticed I was already late so I pulled off my thongs, reached for my coat and hoped that the restaurant would be warm enough so my nipples don’t get their own dessert plate.

The dinner went well and everyone was in a happy mood after those stressful days. I sat a few chairs away from Michael and noticed that every time he walked pass behind my chair, he would make sure that he touched my hair or shoulder – pecking for my attention. After the dinner, everyone started moving around the table and suddenly Michael sat next to me and opposite the client’s CEO. He was so hot that night that I couldn’t believe it. He had a navy suit with a crisp-white shirt with the top buttons open. His dark brown hair had started getting grey hairs and it was styled in such a casual yet precise way. Sitting down, our bodies didn’t touch and I knew that I had to make the first move. That said, when the CEO made a joke, I took a leap of my wine-drunk braveness and put my hand lightly on Michaels thigh. I didn’t meet his look but could see him trying to hold his face in the corner of my eye. I let my fingers carefully glide long his leg and every time I came close to his upper inner thigh, I could hear him hold his breath.

Suddenly, I felt his hand push my hand away and instead take place on my naked thigh. The tables had turned and he was now lightly caressing my thigh up and down. I sat there and tried my best to appear unaffected as his hand started to push the limits and feel its way up under my dress. When he realized that I had no underwear, I could hear a discreet moan. His fingers started to slowly explore on the outside of my shaved pussy and by then I could barely sit still anymore. All I wanted was to start grinding against his hand. We were swiftly reminded of reality when the CEO slammed the table and said, “Maybe we should continue this celebration at the bar?”. For the first time since he sat down, I turned my head against Michael and met his gaze. His eyes were dark and there was something different about his face – there was only one thing on his mind and that was to fuck me. “That sounds great, let us all meet at the bar”, Michael said and got up. As we collected our things and people headed against the bar, Michael leaned forward and whispered, “You’re coming with me, right?”. Without even looking down, I knew that his cock was pulsing against his pants. I smiled and whispered in his ear, “You only have three orders left tonight and you’ve just burnt one”.

As people started moving, Michael pulled me aside and we sneaked out the exit. The hotel was short taxi ride away and as soon as we got into the cab, it was like reality hit us. We sat next to each other in silence as the taxi driver drove us to the sound of local radio. When we arrived, we exited the taxi and walked into the lobby. I had a strong feeling of regret and I thought to myself what the fuck was I doing? Then I looked at him and saw that he thought the same which made me calmer because I understood that the ball is in my court now. If I want this senior partner to fuck my brains out, I need to make that happen. I leaned against his ear and whispered, “It’s rude to start something and not finish it”. I got a quick response and could feel his hand linger around my waist and pull me against the elevator. I was relieved we were alone in the elevator, because as soon as the doors closed, I pushed myself against him and started kissing him. I could feel the contours of his dick against my stomach as his hands were wandering up and down my body. I needed him in me now.

We fumbled our way into my room and I had barely time to close the door before he pushed me against the wall with his body and started to kiss me wildly again. His hands were on my waist so I grabbed his hand and pushed it against my pussy. He got the hint and lifted the dress before his fingers started teasing me on the outside of my pussy. It felt intimate and sexy to feel his fingers against my skin, but I needed more so I grabbed his hand and tried to get his fingers to touch my clit but he restrained. “Don’t be so eager, it doesn’t suit you”, he whispered with a grin. By that time I was so horny I could’ve left him at the spot and found any dick in the lobby, but I decided to play his game.

I grunted in obvious disappointment before untying by dress in my neck and let him have a full look of my body before squatting down with my back against the wall. After a few seconds, his belt and pants were open and I pulled them down with his underwear. His cock was semi-hard and I couldn’t help but take a long look at it before reaching my tongue out and letting him slide in. It wasn’t the biggest cock I’ve seen but it was quite thick and I quickly felt the strain in my cheeks as I let my lips and tongue work around the growing cock. I was so turned on by now that I could barely think straight. I leaned back my head against the wall and put one hand around his cock to prolong my mouth. His cock was now fully hard and I could barely reach around it with my hand. I put my other hand on his buttcheek and luckily he got the hint and started to fuck my mouth slowly. I loved every second I could feel his cock hit the back of my mouth through my muffled moans, almost down my throat, and he was panting how much he loved my mouth.

As I had squatted down, I could feel how wet I was and how my pussy started to feel like an empty hole. I stood up and glanced down at the floor to see that there was a small wet spot where my juices had leaked. I looked up and saw that Michael had also seen the spot and was grinning. I felt my cheeks blushing both from the blowjob, but also from a sudden wave of self-consciousness. “You want me to fuck you?” he said and started to unbutton his shirt. I grabbed his hand and pushed it against my swollen pussy, “Yes, but first I want you to make me come”. I could see that Michael wasn’t used to this kind of sexual behavior because it seemed to catch him a bit off-guard.

He let his hand slide down my body annoyingly slowly, squeeze around my breast before reaching my pussy. By then I was so horny that I felt I could come within seconds. He slowly let his indexfinger run on the slide of my wet and swollen clit, down to my hole and back. With a quick motion, he pushed two fingers inside of me and I moaned loud of surprise and pleasure. He started moving his fingers and I felt my knees go weak as he hit my g-spot. Suddenly, I heard a familiar wet splashing sound and felt my body start to shake. I came with a shrieking moan as I squirted down my legs which created small wet patches on the wooden floor. It felt like I orgasmed for minutes before coming to life again and by then I was embarrassed. I’ve only ever been able to squirt by myself and never with anyone else, and that wave of self-consciousness crept up again. “What the fuck..” was all I could get out as Michael looked at me with a mixed look of hornyness and awe, before pulling me to the bed and laying me down on my stomach. However, I wasn’t in the mood for some prone bone – I wanted to feel him deep and raw on all fours, so I got up on my knees and elbows and did a little shake with my ass against him. I heard him laugh as he got up in the bed behind me. He put his hand on my ass and with one push, he pushed his hard cock to the bottom with a low, “you really like this game”.

With deep and slow strokes, it felt like he stretched every inch of my pussy and challenged the bottom. I couldn’t stop moaning and every time I started twisting myself of pleasure under his raw treatment, he would slap my ass to ensure that I stayed in my place. My pussy would hug his hard cock so tight that I could almost feel the veins. I soon started feeling the familiar tingling and how my breath became harder to control. The final stroke came that pushed me over the edge and the orgasm rolled over my body in waves as my pussy pulsed around him. When the orgasm had left me, I opened my eyes and felt him pulling out with a wet sound before lying next to me in bed. “How about that?”, he grinned and pulled a strand of hair from my face behind my ear. I leaned forward, kissed him with a smile and whispered, “You don’t think we’re done right?”.

I got up and sat down between his legs. His cock had softened a bit so I leaned down and started to lick around the head. I let my tongue explore the cock in a way I couldn’t before and switched between long soft licks and short circling ones to make sure that I felt every wrinkle and vein. I could hear him moan, begging me to continue, but as soon as he was fully hard I stopped. He looked at me with disappointment and a bit of annoyance, but I ignored him as I sat up and straddled him instead. I bent forward so that our lips could reach while I put his cock against my warm pussy without letting it slide in. We started kissing and I could feel him trying to wiggle his cock to enter but I made sure to raise it above of his movement. “You are so annoying”, he breathed with a frustrating moan into my mouth. I smiled and nibbled his top lip, “You know the magic word, say please,”. It became silent for a few seconds before I heard a quiet, almost not hearable, “Please”. I lowered my pussy and he was so hard that it felt like he was forcing his way inside of me. We both moaned loudly as I felt him bottom out. I started riding him with his hands on my hips, controlling the speed. Within minutes, I heard his breath intensify and with a “I’m coming”, I raised my pussy so his cock pulled out and he came on my back and ass.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vqn6m9/a_senior_partner_m_at_my_work_fucked_me_or_did_i