I sat at my desk at the front of our small little financial office. Nothing fancy. I liked working here though. My coworkers were nice. My boss was nice. He wasn’t some greedy miser grubbing for money all the time like some of the other bosses I’ve seen before. Of course financials were never part of my job. I just answer phones and make appointments, nothing glamorous. I got my first job as a secretary not because I was any good at it. That much was obvious. I had no clue what I was doing. Even answering phones made me nervous. I got the job for no other reason than my looks. At least that’s what I believe. When I got hired I got told, “you’ll make for the perfect face for this office,” and my boss punctuated the words with a wink.

  This all however works well enough for me. I never had to get involved with any of the clients or securing accounts or all that. That sort of thing would have been far too much pressure for me. I couldn’t handle that level of stress. That’s why I enjoyed my little job, in my little office. That changed…

  My boss, Mr. Freeman, approached me at my desk one day. He motioned for me to hang up the phone. He had quite a stern look on his face, whatever he wanted, I knew it was something serious. I was hit by a pang of anxiety. Which only worsened when he next uttered the words, “Can I see you in my office.” Why in the world did he have to word it like that. I suddenly felt like I was back in highschool, about to march down the hall to my inevitable demise, having the principle call my mother. Basically walking into the ninth circle of hell. I swallowed and braced myself, trying to remind myself I’m like twenty six years old now. I’m not going to end up in some sort of trouble.

  I followed Mr. Freeman into his office. He closed the door behind me. Every one of his actions I perceived as menacing. The truth of their reality however I’m sure was far less malicious. I was just letting my anxiety get to me. Mr. Freeman took a seat and had me do the same.

  “You know the client that just left?” He asked.

  I searched my mind for a second, trying to think back on all the faces that came and went. I zone out a lot here, especially when it comes to client faces, I try to keep it as impersonal as possible.

  Mr. Freeman raised his eyebrows to me, at that moment I felt as if he was questioning why I was even employed here, if I couldn’t manage the most simple aspects of my job, like knowing a client that just walked out. “Stacy Kane?” He said, the name jogged my memory. We don’t see a lot of female clients so she did stick out. She also stuck out because of the hint of jealousy I felt as she approached me, informing me that she was here to see Mr. Freeman. I don’t particularly see myself as sexy. Not like Stacy, she was something else. Long hair, a tight pencil skirt and stockings, high heels. So sexy and so professional looking. I didn’t know what in the world Mr. Freeman could possibly need me for.

  “Yeah, I remember her,” I said.

  “Good,” said Mr. Freeman reaching into his drawer, “I want you to go to the Stiles Hotel where she’s staying. See to it that you provide her with whatever she needs. I hope I don’t need to remind you just how big of a client she is.”

  “No of course not. But why me, I mean, what do I know about securing clients.”

  Mr. Freeman shrugged his shoulders, “it doesn’t matter, Mrs. Kane asked for you personally. So whatever she needs… got it?”

  “Got it,” I said halfheartedly. I wasn’t exactly excited for the task. I think I’d much prefer sitting at my desk until the end of the day and going home to a movie and my bed. I like the predictable. That’s sort of why I stuck with this job, not much out of the ordinary happens. That is until now, apparently.

  “Here’s the key to her room, she’s in suite 669. Good luck.”

  “Yeah, thanks,” I said, pouting a bit.

  I went back to my desk and grabbed my things before heading to my car. The Stiles was a big deal hotel. Whoever this woman was she had money. And I couldn’t for the life of me understand why she would come to such a small time office like ours. We mostly dealt with a far less monetarily endowed crowd. As I was driving to the hotel I felt anxious again. It was obviously very important that I secure this client for us. I mean the business she would provide I’m sure was massive. It’s not like I knew the details or anything, all that was hidden from me but I knew it was big. I just sort of wish this hadn’t fallen on me. Too much pressure, and I don’t like pressure.

  I got in the elevator and took it up to Mrs. Kane’s floor. I knocked on the door to her room and waited for a response, no answer. I knocked again and still nothing. I did have a key. And although I wasn’t particularly keen on using it, I’m guessing she left it for a reason. I slid the key into the lock, waited for the green light and entered. The room was astonishing. The bed is large and immaculate, the comforter so inviting. Damn, how I wished more than ever now to be back at my place, laying in bed.

  “Mrs. Kane?” I called out. I knew she wasn’t around, it’s not like there was any place for her to hide in here. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt if I just relaxed on the bed while I waited for her.

  I was right about the comforters. Before I knew it my head hit the pillow and sleep took over. I started working a lot more overtime so sleep became far less common.

  I woke up to the sound of the door handle turning. My waking consciousness rushing back into my head like a train pulling into the station, and the mass of passengers bustling in and out was my momentary confusion.

  “Mrs. Kane,” I practically shouted as she entered the room, I started to rise from the bed.

  “No need to get up, relax. I was just enjoying the bar. It would be foolish not to, when I’m not the one footing the bill. The company takes care of all that. Speaking of which, care for any room service?”

  “No no, I’m good, thank you though,” I said, laying myself back down. I felt it rude not to get up, but I was so damn comfortable on the bed.

  “Were you taking a nap?” She asked.

  “Mmm, yeah,” I replied sheepishly.

  “I don’t blame you. It’s quite a nice bed isn’t it?” Mrs. Kane approached the bed and brought herself on top of it.

  I had to know, “So why did you ask for me?” The answer to that question had been gnawing at me this whole time.

  “What do you mean?” Asked Mrs. Kane.

  “Well it’s not like I know anything about doing business, what help can I possibly offer?”

  “On the contrary, you can be a lot of help to me. You think I want one of your old crotchety accountants here. I’d much prefer someone with your… youthfulness.”

  Mrs. Kane took a strand of my hair into her hand, twirling it about her fingers. I could feel her warm breath grazing against my cheek.

  I don’t think Mrs. Kane invited me for my business prowess. I suppose that’s a good thing, because I had none. No it seemed obvious now, she was interested in me for a much different reason.

  “Mrs. Kane…” I wasn’t exactly sure what I wanted to say.

  “What is it?” She asked in a sweet breathy tone.

  “I’m still not sure why you chose me,” I said. Truthfully I also wasn’t sure I was even into what she was trying to get at. Which in this case appeared to be me, pure and simple. But more than that, what I wanted to know was how a rich, sexy woman like this could find any interest in me.

  Mrs. Kane placed a hand on my thigh, “Don’t be silly. Why wouldn’t I? So young and beautiful. I knew from the moment I saw you I just had to have at you.”

  “But you could have any guy you wanted. Someone just as wealthy and powerful I’m sure.” I don’t know why I said “guy.” Maybe because if I was in her position that’s what I would go after.

  “Men don’t exactly have the right tools. Not the kind that would fit my needs,” she said.

  I raised my eyebrow, uncertain of what she meant by that.

  “Let me show you what I mean,” said Mrs. Kane.

  Mrs. Kane took hold of my hand and slid it up and underneath her skirt. Instantly I felt something hard there. I looked her in the eyes and she smiled back. I squeezed my hands, Mrs. Kane was not like any other woman. Almost naturally, without thinking, I began to rub and stroke her. I couldn’t say just yet whether it was because I was turned on or if it was out of sheer curiosity.

  “Would you like to see more?” She asked.

  “Mmhmm,” I nodded. That curiosity got the best of me. I knew there was going to be no going back from here on out. I just couldn’t help but find out more about her. She was just so goddamn beautiful. I didn’t understand how it was possible she’d also have this between those long slender stockinged legs.

  Mrs. Kane pulled my hand away and slid her skirt down. She had no panties on. Her cock hard and ready at a moment's notice. All she needed to do was lift that skirt.

  “Go on,” said Mrs. Kane, nodding at me, “touch it for me.”

  I did as she asked and grabbed hold of her hard cock, smooth and stiff, and not to mention quite big too. I fiddled around with her cock between my fingers. Playing with it.

  “What a fun toy you have Mrs. Kane.”

  “Why don’t you see what it tastes like.”

  “Yes Mrs. Kane,” I got on my knees and leaned down for a taste, wrapping my lips around the tip of her cock and letting my tongue flick at the very edge of the head. Mrs. Kane gripped her tits from over her blouse, squeezing and massaging them as she let out sighs of excitement.

  I went down deeper. Coating her smooth cock in my spit, drooling over my lips and down her shaft.

  “I want to see your eyes,” she

said.

  I gazed up at her beauty. Her sexy dominance so overpowering, so commanding, that all I wanted to do was please and worship this cock for her. Mrs. Kane… she got what she wanted, she could afford it. She had the money, the power, and the perfect body. A body that had the best of both worlds. As I sucked down, I lifted my hands to unbutton her blouse for her. Her tits were hidden too well behind it, that wouldn’t do for me. I had to see them. Mrs. Kane offered her help as she unhooked her bra and let it slip to the bed.

  Her breasts were equally intimidating in their overt sexuality, full and ripe, her nipples stiff from all the sensual excitement given to them by the combined efforts of the two of us. I sucked a bit further down, further than I could really manage, my spit splashing back onto her. I pulled my mouth off and stroked with one hand, the other free to pinch a little pink nipple. The sounds she made only had me wanting more of her. Wanting to give more of myself to her. Any uncertainty I had over this situation was gone now. I was so worried I wouldn’t know how to take proper care of a client but Mrs. Kane was more than adept at giving directions, at commanding me as to what to do for her.

  “Turn around for me,” demanded Mrs. Kane, “I want to get a good look at that ass. Unfortunately for me, when I saw you at your desk you were sitting down on it.”

  I turned around still on my knees, my ass pressed up for Mrs. Kane’s access. She grabbed at the waistband and lowered my pants down my plump ass. “Such a shame you were hiding this from me,” said Mrs. Kane, giving it a kiss, “something this beautiful shouldn’t be kept hidden, wouldn’t you agree?”

  “Yes, Mrs. Kane.”

  “That’s my good girl,” Mrs. Kane removed my thong next, taking it to her face and inhaling my scent, “fuck,” she muttered, “No no, an ass as perfect as this needs to get spanked and fucked.”

  “Please, Mrs. Kane, spank me,” I begged.

  She slapped my round ass, leaving a stinging red mark, “Fuck I need you inside,” I cried.

  “Let's get you nice and wet first,” Mrs. Kane shoved her face between my legs, her tongue flicking my little clit. Lapping me up like some vanilla ice cream until the cream began to drip down the cone and all over her fingers.

  “That’s right baby, you got one wet pussy for me don’t you.”

  “It’s all for you Mrs. Kane, please… let me have that cock.”

  Mrs. Kane held to my hips, her fingers digging into my thick flesh. She slid the underside of her cock along my clit, teasing me at the entrance.

  “Fuck, Mrs. Kane. Don’t make me wait any longer, I can’t.”

  She slapped my ass, “No no no, you’ll get it when I’m ready. Do you understand?”

  “Yes Mrs. Kane, I understand, I want to be good for you.”

  “If you’re really good for me, maybe I’ll introduce you to some of my friends. Other women like me. Would you like that?”

  “Yes, Mrs. Kane.”

  “In fact, I think if you let me cum inside this sweet pussy of yours, then I’ll have no choice but to hire you as my personal assistant. What do you think?”

  “Anything for you Mrs. Kane.” That hard cock of hers had all the control. Feeling those stiff nipples tickling at my back, nothing but being with her would make me happier. My pussy ached for her fucking. For that massive smooth cock of hers. All that power and money and confidence. She had everything I wanted, she could teach me, and instruct me and of course fuck me forever.

  Mrs. Kane lowered my ass down, bringing my pussy down the tip of her cock. Sliding lower down her shaft.

  “Fuck your so big,” I moaned.

  She slapped my ass, “and you’re so fucking tight,” she pulled out, teasing it back in, working the entrance and stretching me out. I’ve never been stretched like this before. Never had a cock so big it made me question if I could fit it. But Mrs. Kane would make sure it would fit. That’s what she needed to find, a perfect fit for her cock. And I knew I was going to be that perfect fit, because for Mrs. Kane the tighter the better.

  Mrs. Kane spread my ass, spitting on my pussy, rubbing her cock in it, getting slick to slide in with a bit more ease. She pressed in forcing it to the hilt.

  “God damn,” I clutched the bed sheets, my head down, my ass in the air for her. Once she worked it in, she started to thrust, Hammering into my pussy, pushing and pulling my hips for pleasure. Using me as her little toy for fucking.

  Mrs. Kane lifted herself up a bit, plunging in from above. Shoving and thrusting faster, now that she had me tight around her she didn’t have to worry about slipping out. We both lost ourselves to the rhythm. Rocking together, rocking with the bed. Mrs. Kane lifted a bit more, hitting it with long full strokes, my ass jiggled when she made contact.

  “Fuck, you want this cum in your pussy baby?”

  “Yes Mrs. Kane, fuck, please cum inside me.”

  “Yeah? Tell me where you want it,” she growled.

  “I want it in my pussy,” I whimpered, my toes curling, my pussy tightening, trying to push her out, I was so damn sensitive, quaking with the filling of lust.

  “I’m not done yet, don’t push me out,” Mrs. Kane grabbed a fistful of hair and tilted my head back, the other hand forcing me down her by the shoulder.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, give me that pussy. I’m gonna cum.”

  “Do it Mrs. Kane, I want it right inside this pussy.”

  She bit her lip giving the last few thrusts until she plunged and connected with me, collapsing on my back, her tits pressed against my skin. Her warm load, spurted from the tip of her cock and filled my tight cunt.

  “Damn, you’re so fucking hot,” Mrs. Kane pulled at my hair, turning my head so she could lick at my ear, combined with her warm breath and pulsating cock deep inside, the ecstasy washed over me again, sending me into another bout of orgasmic pleasure. I tossed and turned underneath her.

  Mrs. Kane flopped over and looked up at the ceiling, her cock penetrating the air, standing tall and stiff, cum dripping down the side.

  “Can you clean this for me?” Asked Mrs. Kane giving her cock a little wave.

  I crawled over to her, unable to speak as I tried to catch my breath, I licked the cum dripping down her.

  “That’s a good girl, now give me a kiss.”

  I clawed my way over her breasts and toward her lips, planting a wet sticky kiss on her, our tongues licking and swapping a mix of fluids.

  Mrs. Kane leaned over and whispered, “You’ve got the job.”

  A smile ran across my face, “Thank you Mrs. Kane.”

  Screw my old job. So long as I had Mrs. Kane to screw me I didn’t need it. Mr. Freeman wouldn’t be able to bring me half as far as Mrs. Kane could.

  “You were never planning on doing any business with us were you?” I asked.

  “Not at all,” she said.

  The two of us shared a laugh, she pulled me in closer, throwing the bed sheets over us. Our breasts touched as we held one another.

  “So how about that room service, what would you like?” She asked.

  “How does everything sound?”

  “Sounds perfect.”

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