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Jack Stalker
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- Joined
- Dec 26, 2011
The Bosses Whore!
Michael Schmidt was a happily married man. He had a loving wife, friendly in laws, and was locked into place in that relationship by the fact he was running a computer company co owned by his father in law. Unfortunately for all of her positive points, his wife Alicia had turned out to be quite chaste and had shifted to an alarmingly religious bent over the years, which meant that when it came to satisfying his needs, his cravings for sex, she fell very short. Fortunately he had a solution which was quite simple. He would seduce and fuck his staff, trading promotions for sex, offering pay rises and company favours for sexual deeds and depraved antics, one's which would serve to keep him satiated and his marriage intact. What he could not get from his wife, he would get from any girl who took his fancy at work. He would prise it from them, fuck them as he saw fit and ensure their silence with what women craved above all else. Money. They wanted money and he wanted to fuck them, it was a match made in heaven...
..and as soon as he laid eyes on Natalie Porter, one of his newest employees, he knew that she was the one who was going to be occupying his attention for quite some time. She was sex on legs, driving him wild with a glance, and he had spent days raping her from head to toe in his mind, fucking her every way he could think of, imagining what it would feel like to sink deep into her tight young flesh and fuck her hard. She was stunning, her looks putting his wife's to shame and forever in the shade... however at first he had been unsure exactly what she was after, precisely what angle he should take on approaching her. Promotions or rises, departmental shifts... or perhaps he would get lucky, perhaps she was a woman who simply had a 'fuck the boss' fantasy, and could be coerced into his world of depravity and adulterous sin, simply by the offer of cock, of hard fucking, of catering to some fetish she might have to be hard fucked on the boardroom table, or simply to have the power to fuck a married man, to corrupt and tease him away from his wife and into her tight youthful cunt.
He made the offer to attend a special meeting at a discrete hotel on the second day... and she accepted. He was tempted to drag her into a storeroom, or simply have her stay late and take her on the boardroom table, but he held off and instead spent the day acting as though she didn't exist, casual, nonchalant, aloof... except for brief moments at the water cooler, or passing each other in a corridor, or the moment they found themselves alone in an elevator, where he showed her a glint in his eye, a gleam that promised that the second he got her alone he was going to fuck her brains out.
He brought her into his office to take some notes, to prepare a letter he had planned. Dictating to her as he walked around her, raping her with his eyes as she moved behind her, then around to lean against the desk next to her. His cock a fierce bulge in his suit pants as his eyes stroked hot glances up her legs, across her lips. He pretended to record his words, while she sat their with pen an notepad, as was traditional in the company under his secretarial rules. "Dear Mr Stevens, I have indeed found a woman in the office who can suit my needs, one who has lured me into defiling and desecrating the holy sanctity of my marriage. She's beautiful beyond words, with the most incredible legs, lips, eyes, hair, everything about her screams at me to fuck her. I confess, I've often considered making her fuck my cock with her hand in my own office. I've thought about taking her hair in my fist, forcing her to her knees and fucking myself between her lips, using her mouth as a hole to come in. I've also considered fucking her here, across my desk, stripped naked to the waist, up against the glass overlooking the city, or bent over the boardroom table, fucked hard until she screams. Fortunately I have decided instead to meet her in a discrete location, where we might engage in whatever takes our fancy without the threat of interruption." then he would click off his recorder. "Scratch that Miss Porter. I'll speak to him in person when I see him. You're dismissed." he'd told her.
The rest of the day he had been hard, sending her the odd text which was filled with subtle innuendo which only she would glean some meaning from. He watched the clock and paid little attention to the handful of unimportant meetings that day, until finally he was able to slip away, slightly delayed so that he would be arriving at the location after her.
He parked up his company BMW, slipping out still wearing his work grey suit as he slipped into the hotel and found the room he had arranged, letting himself in with the spare key card. As soon as he laid eyes on her, framed in the window, he was consumed with lust, the furious craven desire which had been building all day transforming into a single driving desire to fuck her raw, right here in this room. He dare not show up later than midnight for his wife, after work meetings rarely ran that long, so he had until then to turn Natalie into a mewling whimpering mess who was addicted to his cock. He had until then to fuck her hard and long enough for her to like it, to carve it, to be as consumed with lust as he was in that moment. "Glad to see you could make it. Come here and show me how happy you are to see me." he told her. "Or you can stay there and fool yourself into thinking that you didn't have a choice... that you had to have the promotion at any cost." he gave a crooked grin as he slipped off his jacket and tossed it aside.
