As I kept the files in front of them one by one, the man sitting on the far end, who seemed to be their head as he was older, looked at me continuously. As I reached him and gave him the file, he smiled, put his hand on the small of my back and said "Thank you my dear." In the most gentlemanly fashion. But the touch didn't feel gentlemanly at all. I smiled awkwardly and calmly walked out the room. Serving food was even worse. The man wouldn't stop looking at me. He was least interested in the presentation going on. As I came back a third time to clear the dishes I realised that they were finished with the presentation.
"Thomas, I must say I'm impressed." The old man spoke with an authority in his voice "But do you mind giving us a minute? We wish to make this decision today itself. I just need to discuss it with my colleagues."
"Of course Mr Mason. Take all the time you need." Thomas said happily and both men from my office left. I finished what I was doing and started to follow them out when he spoke to me. "Miss?"
"Yes, Sir?" I spoke hesitantly looking at him.
"Could we get some coffee here?" he said with a calm smile on his face. I smiled at him and left the room. I came back after 5 minutes and stopped at the door. The two men were nowhere to be seen in the room. Only Mr Mason sat at the far end of the table looking into his phone. I looked around and saw them through the window in the balcony smoking cigarettes and deep in some discussion. I felt suspicious and braced myself as I went over to Mr Mason and served the coffee in front of him. I was standing next to his chair. All of a sudden, I froze. His hand was on my leg. He slowly grazed my leg upto my thigh and looked at me. I was still frozen unable to think what to do. I wanted to stop him. But I knew if I insulted him he would decline his business to the company and somehow blame it on me. And even if he doesn't, I still did not want to be the reason something bad happened.
He squeezed my thigh, right below my skirt and said in that authorities tone, "Pour the coffee my dear, I'm sure you wouldn't like to disappoint your boss when they find out how disrespectful you were." I looked at him and I could see he noticed the fear on my face. I did not want to disappoint Patrick. I could not disappoint him. Even if he believes me, I don't want to cost him important business. I owed him way too much.
So I slowly picked up the cup and started working. I could see the look of achievement on his face. His hand now grazed higher, inside my skirt. My body tensed but I kept serving the coffee. "Milk and Sugar?" I asked him, merely audible. "One spoon each" He replied.
His finger went inside my panties as he traced the inside of the edges. And then his hand was on my bare ass, squeezing and rubbing. I somehow finished his coffee and now I stood with me hands on the table. He played with my ass for a good half minute before he found my pussy and quickly dipped his finger inside. My cheeks flushed. I had never been this embarrassed in my entire life. I was clearly wet. I realized my panties were soaking. I did not look at his face but he took out his hand and turned me around. Slowly, he put his hand under my shirt and freed my boobs from the bra and started fondling with them. He was way too harsh, and I was groaning in pain as he squeezed and pulled and twisted my nipples. But I realised there was pleasure in that pain. I felt confused and bad. Why was this turning me on? Maybe I really am a masochist. How can I let him do this to me? I had no answers and it was hard to concentrate. He took me by the waist and guided me to sit on his lap. He pulled my top over my boobs and took my nipples in his mouth. His tongue exploited my breasts. He was harsh and eager. I look over him at the window. Then two men were still smoking. One of them looked at me, smiled and looked away. Soon enough, Mr Mason said "Get down on your knees." It took me a second but I did as told.
It was difficult to believe what was happening. I was on my knees with my top pulled above my exposed boobs in front of a stranger who now unbuckled his belt and moved his pants and underwear to his ankles. His cock was hard, the top glistening with precum. "Suck me dry." He spoke looking into my eyes. It was an order. I followed.
I took him into my mouth, closed my mouth and sucked him with all my strength. I licked and sucked his balls and cock for 10 minutes as he was continuously playing with my boobs. I wasn't thinking anything. I couldn't. My mind was dazed. Then he held me head and started moving his hips along with me. Soon enough his cum was in my throat. He pulled away as I swallowed, leaving me knelt on the floor half naked with tears in my closed eyes. I was still for a minute while I mentally composed myself. Then I opened my eyes and felt the shock. The two men had come back now. One of them was sitting on a chair, uninterested looking into his phone and the other one was standing next to Mr Mason and looking at me. My hand instinctively went to cover my boobs. "Stop" Mr Mason ordered. And I stopped, for some reason. He stood up and took my hand and helped me stand. I stood embarrassed and flushed but I did not cover myself. "You should show off that beautiful body angel. That's nothing to hide." The man next to me spoke and then reached out, without hesitation, to grab my boob. He squeezed my boobs lightly for about 20 seconds and that went down and pulled up my skirt over my waist. My mind was dazed and I couldn't move. He found my pussy and his finger slipped inside it. I supressed a moan. He laughed. "This one had a good time." He said, "I can't believe I let you have her."
"Well, maybe the next time we come here it can be your turn." They both laughed. The second man walked past me and slapped my ass. I jumped up and gasped. He ignored me. "Get out of here. And tell Thomas we'll see them now." He commanded.
It took me a few seconds to move. But I quickly composed myself and straightened up my clothes and walked out without looking back.
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Monday
The mood around the office was happy and spirits were high. The team was very excited about the big client they obtained. Apparently, they were a really important client and this success was bigger than I imagined. Everyone was congratulating Thomas, the recent superhero. I wish I could tell everyone they were giving credit to the wrong guy.
I spent the last three days thinking. Trying to make sense of what happened on Thursday. Why did I let him do it? Because I didn't want the company to lose the client. Because I didn't want to disappoint Patrick. And because I was clearly turned on. Why was I turned on? I revisited my masochist theory. Maybe I had a hint of that side. Or maybe because I haven't had sex in months. I still wasn't sure about this answer.
But what surprised me the most was how the entire time my mind was so dazed. I wasn't thinking about anything at all. The past weekend I felt like my troubles were far away. Strangely I didn't feel so bad about a guy harassing me and blackmailing me to suck his cock. I masturbated that night.
Around six, the office was empty. I was alone on my desk finishing up some work. As I stood up to leave I saw the door open and Patrick walked in.
He broke into a smile when he saw me. "Liiiiiiizzz! You're still here!" I recognised his drunk voice. He staggered over to me and secured me in a tight hug. "I'm so happy you're here." He had me locked in a tight hug and I couldn't move, not that I was trying. After half a minute he pulled away to look at me. "You are just so beautiful. I've missed you." I stared at him blankly. He took my face in his hands. We were looking into each other's eyes. I was slightly panicked and slightly blissful. A few seconds had passed, though it seemed like an eternity, he leaned forward and I closed my eyes. His lips met mine. He kissed me slowly but I couldn't respond. I forgot how to move my lips. The panic was rising. What was happening? Why is this happening? But the bliss took over the panic as I started kissing him back. He was more furious now, sucking and biting my lower lips. Patrick had a lower lip obsession. His right hand slid to my waist and his left hand was in my hair as he explored my mouth with his tongue. I could taste the whiskey. We were lost in that kiss for several minutes when suddenly he stooped. He looked at my face. It looked like he was considering the next step. After four seconds he took my hand and paced towards his office. I kept up.
Neither of us spoke a word as we stood in front of his couch. We just looked into each other eyes. He bought his one hand to my face and gazed into my eyes looking for approval, I guessed. I blushed. And that was his cue. He leaned in and started kissing my neck. He kissed and licked and bit all over my neck and collar bone. Soon he was struggling to get my clothes off and very soon I was completely naked. He took a step back and looked at me. His eyes scanning my whole body from head to toe.
"Perfect." He murmured silently. He took off his jacket and his T shirt and came to me so that our torso were touching. His held me by my waist and kissed me again. His hands were fondling with my boobs now. Squeezing and caressing. He slid his hands done my waist and on my ass which he grabbed tightly. I gasped breaking the kiss and he pushed me on the couch. He slipped out of his pants and boxers and almost attacked my body kissing and sucking and biting all over my torso. Then he slid his fingers into my wet hot pussy and I moaned in pleasure. He started moving his finger in and out and then slid another finger. I was shaking with pleasure and he was kissing my neck again. It took only so much to give me an orgasm. A wave of relaxation washed over my body and I went limp. But he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me off the sofa. He bought me to my knees and gently pushed my face into the couch that I held onto for support. His hand lightly scratched my back from the nape to my ass. I felt a tingling sensation and he entered me from behind. My body was on fire. He was slamming in and out of me with force. His hand spanked my ass, not painfully. He knew how spanking turned me on. I tightened my grip on the couch as I felt like I lost myself in the motion of the pleasure. He kept slamming into my steadily. His hands found my boobs and he started lightly pulling and twisting my nipples. After just five minutes he held my ass with a tight grip and increased his speed slamming into me with great force as I had an orgasm. It was a ripple of pleasure and numbness going through my body. He finished along with me with a wild groan. He pulled out in a moment and we both slumped on the floor.
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Tuesday
I woke up early. I had gone to bed early last night. Content and relaxed as I was. Alcohol and sex was like a drug for Patrick. The combination always made him too drowsy. I had to half carry him to his apartment and put him to bed. He dozed off in a minute. I came back home then in spite my desperate wish to sleep there itself. I didn't want it to get weird in the morning.
I had my breakfast and got dressed. I put on black trousers and white collared shirt and a light brown pullover. I didn't give last evening much thought. I enjoyed it. Why should I regret something I enjoy? It was all nostalgia and memories. I was smiling on my way to work. I was unusually happy. Could this be a start to something new? Do I want something out of this? I guess I'll find out sooner or later.
When I reached the office I realised Patrick was already in. I thought I'll be nice and got him some coffee. I knocked on his door and went inside. He gave me a half smile as I put the cup in front of him. "Thanks." He said "I needed that."
