Staying Employed, Part 11 (MF, Reluctance)

Ballard gave me a long look the next morning when we met before the day’s conference activities, but he said nothing. There had been no text the previous evening either, which surprised me. “My husband flew in two days early,” I told him with a shrug. I tried to be nonchalant about it. Maybe he’d take pity on me and let me off the hook. “He surprised me shortly before I was going to make my last meeting of the day,” I finished. It sounded a bit lame, even to me.

“We’ll discuss this next week,” was all Ballard said in response. He went about business as though nothing had happened, and I figured maybe he wasn’t really mad about it. I was wrong.

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“Do you have any idea what your failing to show up cost me?” Ballard asked me coldly the following week. It was like being doused in cold water. In my soul. I’d spent a few days with Keith on vacation, and I had even been able to pretend nothing was wrong. I’d convinced myself Ballard would give me a pass, and I could make it up to him somehow.

“First, when you didn’t show I had to scramble to find a high-priced hooker with no notice. That cost a pretty penny right from the get go.” Ballard was glaring at me from behind his desk. I stood in front of him like a schoolgirl, my hands behind my back, my head lowered in shame while he scolded me.

“Then, the sweetheart deal he and I had agreed on,” Ballard growled, “wasn’t so sweet the next day. He was furious. I’d promised him one thing, and made him wait to receive something different altogether.”

“But, he got to fuck the hooker, right?” I asked by way of protest. This didn’t seem fair at all.

Ballard barked out a harsh laugh. “You’ve never had any real wealth, or power. You don’t understand, do you? Men like him, or me.. We can have hookers whenever we want. Gorgeous women who look like supermodels. They’ll do almost anything for a fee – fuck, suck, take it in the ass.” He was speaking in a vulgar way he never really had before.

“That’s just money,” he continued. “But having a married woman lick your cock until you explode? Rubbing your cock between her ass cheeks until you cum on her back? Knowing that you *can’t* fuck her? That no amount of money will buy you a minute inside her pussy, but she’s getting you off anyway… do you have *any* idea how much that’s worth to some men?”

I stood there, dumbfounded. I’d never even begun to think of it like this. I hadn’t just been a treat to reward potential clients after they’d signed a deal. I’d been a part of the deal. These men had paid, and paid handsomely for my pleasuring them. Suddenly my new car and raise didn’t seem so great.

“You can warm me up with your mouth,” Ballard said without warning, and reached for his belt buckle. “But you know what comes after that.” I did. This man was going to put his cock inside my pussy, and in all likelihood he was going to cum inside me. And if I didn’t let him, my marriage was over, my career was over. Worst of all, I’d agreed to this.

I went to my knees as his pants slid to the ground. He left his briefs for me to remove, so I hooked my thumbs in the elastic and slid them down. Ballard’s prick sprung into view, bobbing and weaving slightly in front of my face. I looked at it differently now. I was going to feel this piece of meat inside myself, plunging into me. I was going to feel his load spurting into my pussy.

I grabbed his shaft with my left hand, and began licking him all over slowly. I didn’t take him into my mouth – that wasn’t the deal we had settled on. I remembered saying “my pussy” to him months earlier, and him nodding his agreement. He couldn’t have my mouth or my ass, and for that I was grateful. Never mind that I’d willingly taken Todd’s throbbing cock between my lips a week ago, and let him cum in my mouth. That had been my choice, however poor of a choice it was.

Ballard didn’t seem so clear on this point, though. He grabbed my head with both of his hands, and moved his hips to press the head of his cock against my lips. I pressed my lips firmly together, denying him entry to my mouth. Ballard frowned down at me. “Open up,” he said firmly.

I gave my head a small shake, but I didn’t open my mouth to say “no.” I knew the moment I tried, he would press his dick past my lips. He growled, and let go of my head. I pulled back, and then said the word. “No.”

“We had a deal,” he said with some anger in his voice.

“We did,” I agreed with him as calmly as I could. I didn’t feel very calm. “When we made the deal, it was for my vagina. You get to fuck me, Ballard,” I said with a hint of anger now. “You can even cum inside me. That was the deal. But I won’t put your cock in my mouth, and my ass wasn’t part of the bargain either.”

In a different setting he would have looked absurd, standing there with his suit jacket and tie on, his pants around his ankles, his stiff prick standing to attention, and a stupefied expression on his face. He gave a small laugh. It was a strange sound, neither happy nor angry. Or maybe it was both. “You’re not stupid, I’ll give you that.” His words were grudging, but he seemed to respect my defiance.

He beckoned me forward again, but this time let me do my thing. I resumed licking his cock, but I wasn’t playing the teasing game this time. My hope was to get him close, so when he finally did fuck me it would be quick and easy. I went straight for the gold mine, working furiously at the sensitive parts of his prick right below the head. He gave a small moan, and worked his tie off with his hands while I pleasured him. His jacket and shirt were soon strewn on the floor also. Ballard stepped away from me, and nodded. “Your turn.” I knew what that meant. It was time.

I stood slowly, and began to strip for him. I did it slowly, removing each item of clothing with as much tease and sensuality as I could manage. My stomach was in knots, my mind was racing. When I slid the front of my bra down over my tits, his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. I didn’t see his eyes when I turned away from him and slid my panties down. But when I stepped my legs apart and bent forward to give him a full view of my pussy, he groaned his desire.

I straightened and turned back around to face him. He was completely nude now, his erection sticking out from his body like a tree branch. His eyes devoured my body, and he stepped up close to me. His stiff prick pressed against my left leg as his hands came up to caress my breasts. He stroked my tits, playing with my nipples while I stood here, enduring it. He pawed at my chest, and despite myself I could feel a gathering moisture between my legs. I could also feel his cock getting even harder against my leg, and his hips moved slightly to grind against me.

Abruptly Ballard’s hands lifted to my shoulders, and he turned me around to face away from him. He pressed down firmly, and I obediently went to my knees, then down to my hands and knees. Ballard’s hand went between my legs, his fingers stroking their way up my slit. His fingers left my pussy, and then I felt his hands press my thighs apart. I widened my knees, preparing myself. I heard the noise of him shifting behind me, and then suddenly I felt his tongue on my pussy.

Ballard wasn’t subtle about it. He wasn’t teasing me, or trying to bring me to orgasm. He licked at my pussy like a man in the desert laps at water. After thirty seconds or so of this, his tongue departed, and I felt the touch of his fingers again. He rubbed his fingertips up and down my slit a few times, spreading the moisture around.

I heard movement again, and then felt Ballard kneeling between my legs. I closed my eyes, and braced for what was coming. I could sense the nearness of his cock to my pussy lips, when I heard his voice say, softly, “no.”

I opened my eyes and looked back over my shoulder. Was this the reprieve I’d been hoping for? Did Ballard have a flash of remorse at what he was about to do to another man’s wife?

“I want you to watch it happen,” he said.

I guess not.

He gestured for me to my feet, then guided me over to his huge desk. Clearing it with a sweep of his arm, Ballard pushed me down on top of it. I lay back, my breasts jiggling around as I did so. He stared down at my body, and I opened my legs wide for him. Ballard moved to stand between my thighs. I lay my head back and closed my eyes again, waiting to feel him push inside me. “I want you to watch,” he said again. Was he serious? I opened my eyes and looked at him. Ballard was staring down at me hungrily. I propped myself up on my elbows, and looked down between my legs. Ballard took his cock in his hand, and rubbed the head of it against the lips of my pussy. Up and down, back and forth, he gathered the juices of my loins onto the head of his prick. My body had responded despite wishes to the contrary. I could feel the wetness of it as the head of his dick slid up and down my slit.

Finally he paused, and I looked up to see him watching my face intently. I could tell he wanted to take in every part of my reaction as he pushed himself inside of me. He was getting off on the control, the power, as much as the physical pleasure.

“Watch,” he said again. His eyes stayed locked onto mine, but I obediently lowered my gaze. He grabbed my ankles with his hands, and raised my legs slightly. This tilted my pelvis up, offering me a clearer view of what was about to happen. It also left me helpless to stop him, my legs trapped high in the air. He lined his cock up with my cunt, and I both felt and saw him press his hips forward slightly. The lips of my pussy parted, and the head of his shaft slid inside of me. My eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat. Ballard gave a long moan, and I watched as the rest of his cock slid into my pussy until he was buried all the way inside of me. His hips pressed against the insides of my thighs now, he held himself against me. I could feel him, all of him.

“Fuck,” he grunted quietly. Then he began to move, drawing his hips back. He started with short, quick strokes, keeping the bulk of his cock inside of me as he worked himself back and forth. My breasts started to sway back and forth as his hips pressed into mine every time he buried himself all the way inside of me. His cock was so hard it felt like a bar of iron.

Ballard began to lengthen his strokes, slowing his rhythm down. He would pull his cock almost the entire way out of me until only the head was nestled between the lips of my pussy. Then he would give a long, slow slide until he was buried to the hilt. He lifted my ankles higher, making me feel even more exposed and powerless. Yet still I watched, transfixed, as his shaft moved in and out of me.

Suddenly he pressed all the way into me and paused, and I could feel his cock twitching slightly. He didn’t move, his face a statue, and I could tell he had almost blown his load. But he hadn’t, freezing instead to extend his time inside of me, drawing it out. Asshole.

After a long moment he began to move again, keeping his long, slow strokes that ran the entire length of his shaft. His face was going red now, and his breathing was becoming ragged. He had almost come by surprise a minute ago, but now I could see the signs of his orgasm building inexorably. I looked back down to his cock pistoning in and out of me, feeling the thrust of it. It felt twice as big as it had, even though I could see that wasn’t true. What was true was that his cock was swollen, ready to explode. Ballard knew it too.

He paused, holding his cock halfway inside of me. “Look at me,” he ordered, and I raised my eyes to meet his. “I’m going to come inside you now,” he announced quietly. “Keep looking at me.”

I bit my lip, and nodded silently. With that he began to thrust again, keeping his long, slow strokes. I could feel him stiffening, and he grunted softly with each thrust now. I kept my eyes on his, and he stared down at me intently. “I’m going to fill you up,” he said in a ragged voice.

Then he did.

Gripping my ankles tightly, he pushed halfway into me again, and I felt his cock go rock hard. A moment later, his prick began to twitch and pulse, the warm jet of his cum filling my pussy. He gave tiny thrusts back and forth, rubbing the underside of his cock inside my cunt as he shot his load. The whole time he grunted softly with each pulse, his face bright red. I wanted to close my eyes. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. Instead I looked into his eyes, and he into mine as he filled me.

Finally his orgasm subsided. Ballard pressed his cock all the way inside of me, and held himself there. I could feel small amounts of his cum leaking round the base of his cock and down towards my ass. He must have shot a gallon of his jizz inside of me. After a long pause, he pulled out and I felt a small flood of cum leak out of me with the sudden absence of his cock.

Finally I closed my eyes against the tears I could feel welling. I’d let this man cum inside of me. I’d let him fuck me in the pussy and fill me with his load. My faithful, kind husband would be waiting for me at home, and I would go home to him used. I felt sick and disgusted. I’d agreed to all of his. One step after another. I fought the tears away through sheer will and opened my eyes.

Ballard pulled open a drawer on his desk and pulled out a couple of small towels. He tossed one to me, and I used it to begin mopping at the mess in and around my pussy. Ballard’s cum was still leaking out of me and I was silently amazed at how much the man had produced. Had he been saving up? My mind felt split in two now. A detached part of it wondered at the amount of this man’s cum, and how much he must have enjoyed me. The other part of it screamed silently at the situation I had put myself in. It was an uncomfortable feeling.

With a sense of numbness I got dressed and tidied my clothing as best I could. “See you next week,” Ballard said as I slipped out of his office and went straight to the women’s restroom to finish fixing my appearance. Next week. When Ballard would fuck me again, and there was nothing I could do about it.

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