This story is based entirely on a comment left by an anonymous commenter on Just Say Yes Pt. 2 where he said, "A friend's distant cousin owned a motorcycle shop and his wife ran the office."
TUESDAY
As usual, my day started by sitting at my desk and processing invoices and worked on the accounts.
Over the last few days, I had been working on a business case for one of the company's former regular clients. I had seen that the finances of Williamson Engineering were really in trouble. The business had lost quite a few customers as they had shifted their work offshore.
Williamson Engineering specialised in precision engineering, and there was little room to diversify. I had discovered several of the clients that Williams Engineering had in the early years were no longer providing us with any work. In the beginning, Williams Engineering specialised in precision repairs in the automotive industry. Their niche market was customisations for high-end motorcycle frames.
Standing up, I went over to my boss's desk. "Mr Williamson. I have noticed that we used to get a lot of business from Hotshot Motorcycles,"
I was wearing a gossamer-thin blouse, provocatively short mini skirt and seamed sheer stockings. I was sitting on the edge of my boss's desk, and the lace bands of my stockings were just visible.
My boss looked up from his computer and gazed at me. Staring at my miniskirt, my husband replied, "Hotshot Motorcycles was one of our first clients. It's been some time since I heard that name. What are you proposing?"
"Why don't you give them a call and invite them over here," I suggested. "We company could use some extra work and the new machining equipment is ideal for the frame manufacturing process."
"Hotshot Motorcycles is owned by a couple of renegade bikies," commented my boss.
Just then, I had a flashback memory: when I first met my husband, we were into the bike scene. I really liked the leathers that we wore. We toured around on Mark's bike with me riding as a pillion passenger. I remembered the feeling of the throb of the bike's engine between my legs. God those were good times I thought as I momentarily reminisced the early years of our relationship.
I drifted back to the present as my boss said, ". . . I'll give them a call."
Shortly afterwards, I could tell that my husband was stressed. He just got off the phone to the team at Hotshot Motorcycles. "Are you Ok, Mr Williamson?" I asked. "You seem tense."
"That was a hard call. Jay and Todd have agreed to come over and meet with us, though."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" I asked.
"Let me do something for you, for a change," offered my boss. He stood up and moved me back, so I was pressed up against the edge of his desk. "Come, sit back on my desk."
I reached around and cleared a space on the desk and sat on it. Leaning back, I stretched out my arms to grab the stilettoes of my heels. I held my legs as wide apart as they would comfortably go.
"I love it that you don't wear knickers anymore," said my boss as he lowered his face down to my smooth exposed pussy as he caressed my nylon clad legs.
I loved the way my boss ate me out. His hands touched the bare skin above my stockings as he pulled my pussy lips apart. Whenever he looked up at me, I could see my wetness smeared on his face.
Thinking back to former times, he used to lay me back on his motorbike with my head resting on the handlebars as he ate me. I often wore short leather skirts back then, and in my mind, I could smell the leather aroma mingled with my own scent.
"Oh, God. This feels so nice," I breathed as my boss nibbled on my sensitive clit. Ever since I had got pierced, my clit was always nice and hard. The new sensations on my clitoris always made me very wet.
My boss's tongue rubbed the sensitive skin and teased the jewellery. I let go of my heels so that I could play with my nipples. These, too, were always sensitive after being pierced. I undid a few buttons of my blouse, which allowed my fingers to touch my bare skin.
I knew I was going to cum soon and my instinctive reflex was to close my legs. My boss would have none of that, so he forcibly held my legs apart as he continued his assault on my clit. I knew the tension in my legs that was being resisted by his strength would soon set me off, and the strain in my muscles would make my orgasm more intense.
I pinched my nipples between my fingers as I became lost in the sensations. Just then, my boss started to hum, and the vibrations resonating through my clit took me back to those amazing feelings I had when I sat behind him on his motorbike all those years ago. I used to cum as I squeezed my legs on the leather seat while gripping onto his waist.
Squeezing my legs against my boss's firm grip and pinching my nipples, I came as I screamed his name. "Oh fuck Mark, that's it. I'm cumming. Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" I panted over and over as my boss continued to lick me as he held me down.
THE MEETING
On Tuesday, the two owners of Hotshot Motorcycles arrived for their meeting with us.
I met them at the front door to the building and then led them upstairs to our office. I had bought a tight leather miniskirt, especially for this meeting and was wearing a thin white blouse and fishnet stockings.
I heard one of the men say "nice arse," as I climbed the stairs in front of them.
When we got into the office, I introduced them to my boss. "Mr Williamson, here is Jay Wilson and Todd Campbell." I then sat at my desk. I had the opportunity to take a closer look at these two.
They were a few years younger than us and were obviously in the bike scene. They both wore black denim jeans. One of them had a white T-shirt under a leather jacket. I could just make out some tattoos on his arms has he extended his hand to shake my boss's hand.
The other man wore a black T-shirt, and he had some tattoos visible on his upper arms. They both had goatee beards with moustaches. I liked this rugged look, and this also took me back to when I first met my husband: he didn't have any tattoos, but he used to dress in dark jeans when we rode around.
The two men kept glancing in my direction: my stocking tops and garters were visible below the hem of my miniskirt. My sling-back shoes stretched out my legs. I have always been proud of my legs, and I liked how much more attractive I looked when wearing heels. The shoes combined with the fishnet stockings accentuated my appearance.
My boss asked me to get some drinks, so I went out to the small kitchen area. I had to swivel my chair towards the two men as I got up. I am sure they caught an unobstructed view of my pussy. I felt a little turned on that they couldn't keep their eyes off me.
I didn't think these guys were the tea-and-coffee type of people, so I brought back some cold beers.
When I returned to the office, there was obviously some tension in the room. I hadn't been keeping up with the conversation, but it seemed that there was a stumbling block in the final details of the deal being negotiated.
Jay looked at Todd, and then Todd came right out, "We'll agree to send you this business as long as we get to fuck your beautiful secretary."
"That's my wife you're talking to," protested my boss.
Jay reiterated, "Ok. We'll agree as long as we get to fuck your wife."
My boss took me over to the other side of the room. I was shocked at first. How could I be used in this way? "Do you really think this is a good idea?" I asked.
"This contract would be worth quite a lot of income for the business," he said. "We could use the money."
Todd moved over to where we were talking and said, "We will sign on for five years, but we will need your wife as a gift every so often."
"What do you mean by 'every-so-often'?" I asked cautiously. I was not entirely comfortable with this deal.
Realising that my stance was wavering, Jay said, "Once every three or four months."
I responded with, "Twice a year."
"You'll need all that time to recover after we have fucked you," said Jay.
"We'll agree if we get to fuck you twice a year," offered Todd.
"I'll agree on two conditions," I said, feeling somewhat caught off guard.
"We're listening," Jay said.
