Ceo Slut: Corporate Welfare

Author's Note:

This is part of a much longer series (CEO Slut titles in alphabetical order). A quick description of the main characters in this chapter is included below as a refresher to storyline followers or as an intro for those newer to the series. This chapter is focused on interracial sex. It touches on a lot of prototypical black/ white racial stereotypes, so if that is not your thing, please just skip past.

Main Characters

Kim Barnes

- 42 yo CEO of Geneco, 5'4", 120 lbs., curly blonde hair, B cup who is a mentor to Lily but a submissive slave to Nick.

Nick Donovan

- 22 yo new hire in the Procurement department. He blackmailed Kim into becoming his submissive and also did the same to his own manager, Marcia.

Ted Gaines

- 42 yo 6'2" flame-haired VP of Operations at Geneco. He was Kim's long time protégé, but their relationship has turned sour and vengeful.

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CEO Slut: Corporate Welfare

Kim had a pile of work to catch up on after being out of the office at a business conference all last week. She was staying late, reviewing last month's financial numbers that she just received from the CFO. She studied where the company made good on the earnings promised to the shareholders and where they fell short so that she could craft a message for the Board of Directors and the shareholders. She was so engrossed in the financial details, trying to figure out which areas of the company were delivering on their budget commitments and which were lagging, that she didn't even notice the janitor enter her office.

"Excuse me, ma'am, can I empty your trash?" she heard a voice ask.

Kim didn't even lift her eyes from the computer screen as she casually waved her hand at the janitor, inviting him to take care of his duties.

"Wait," the janitor said. "It really is you, isn't it?"

The voice sounded strangely familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

She lifted her gaze from the screen, looked over to him, and was instantly gripped in fear.

"How? Why? -" she stuttered as she was otherwise rendered speechless.

Kim immediately recognized his face, but she couldn't understand why he was standing in her office. She was instantly transported back to the hip hop club she visited last month. Master Nick had sent her there to hook up with a black stranger for anonymous sex. She remembered that night vividly. It was her first experience with interracial sex, and it allowed her to explore her most taboo and deepest darkest desires.

His name was Dejuan, and he had fucked her senseless in the dim, dark alley behind the club while his female friends watched and derided her mercilessly the entire time. By the end of the night, she had been treated and exposed as nothing more than a wanton slut for black cock. Dejuan had fucked her pussy and ass raw, and they even got her to reveal her true name and identity as a corporate CEO. That night, her clothes were left torn and tattered, and she stumbled back to her car, thoroughly humiliated.

Though Kim had secretly reveled in the humiliation, the evening served as a stark reminder that underneath the clothes and professional title, she was really no different than anyone else. Her societal status afforded her a certain amount of respect and reverence in most situations, but she was stripped of her dignity that night as she was left begging Dejuan's big black cock to fuck her and cum in her every hole.

Nevertheless, she didn't think she'd ever cross paths with him again. It was supposed to be anonymous sex, a one-night stand, only now he was standing in her office, and the ramifications of his sudden reappearance and the threat it posed to her professional career were readily apparent.

Kim closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She had to think fast. Her hands were shaking, and she tried to calm her nerves. She knew she needed to take control of the situation. She didn't understand how he came to work at Geneco, but she couldn't afford to have Dejuan brag about how he had bedded the company CEO to anyone that worked there.

"Please, close the door behind you," she said quietly with a steely resolve, trying to project more confidence than she really felt. "We need to talk."

Dejuan slowly closed the door behind him, and then he turned back to face Kim. He squinted his eyes, studying her body. She felt him mentally undressing her, and suddenly her outfit felt paper thin. Nevertheless, her pussy moistened as she felt the fear seep in.

"So, you don't want the world to know how slutty you really are?" Dejuan asked.

"Look, this is serious. This is my career," Kim objected, dropping any pretenses and acknowledging their history.

"So, make it worth my while then," he replied.

"I'll give you money to keep quiet. I can make it worth your while," she offered.

Dejuan chuckled. "No, I already know you must have all the money. That'd be letting you off easy, wouldn't it? You're hoping it's easy. I bet you'd love it if you could just open up your checkbook and make all your problems disappear."

"Please, what is it then?" Kim growled, her voice becoming impatient.

Dejuan stepped forward and he put his hand on Kim's chin. She tried to look away, but he lifted her head until their eyes met.

"Do you remember how the other girls in the club complained about how you came down to our neighborhood. You came down from your castle in the sky, take what you want, namely black dick, and then you're gone. You didn't give a damn about me, did you?"

"The feeling seemed mutual," Kim snapped back. "I don't exactly recall you being a tender, gentle lover or asking for my hand in marriage."

"You may have all these people in this building, in this company fooled," Dejuan answered as he pointed all around him, "but I know the real you. I've seen who you really are. You can't fool me."

"And who do you think I really am?" Kim said with defiant eyes.

"A slut. A CEO slut," Dejuan stated matter-of-factly. "You walk around all high and mighty like you're above it all, but you need to get your rocks off like any other bitch."

"And so what if I am?" Kim protested. "So, I'm a woman with needs. As if you don't enjoy sex yourself."

"Yeah, but you're special, ain't you? You're a real fine ass. I bet you could have your pick of rich men, and they'd only be all too happy to fuck your brains out. But that's not what you did. Need I remind you? You sought me out. I didn't seek you."

Suddenly, Kim's face grew desperate with despair. "Listen, you can't tell anyone about us."

"What, are you ashamed now? Why, because you didn't think you'd ever see me again? Are you too good to be seen with me?"

"No, that's not it," Kim insisted, even though she knew that he was right.

"Well then, tell me what it is then. Because you weren't too good when you were bent over in that back alley, and I laid down the pipe and tore that pussy up. I know what a wild bitch you are. You sucked on my bone real nice. You take it up the ass real nice, too. You're a nasty slut. I know exactly what you are. I bet there's a lot of guys working here would love to know the truth about you."

"You can't talk like that here," Kim cried, her voice now more pleading than assertive.

"Why not?" Dejuan protested. "Ain't there no freedom of speech here? Besides, it's the truth, ain't it? You and I both know it. You're just ashamed for anyone else to know the truth."

"Please, you have to understand," Kim implored him. "I can't have what we did get out. I'm not denying I had sex with you, okay, but you know how people talk. You know it would ruin me."

Dejuan laughed heartily. "There's just one thing about all this. Now I just can't figure out if you asked me to close the door because you don't want no one to overhear us or because you want to do more than just talk."

"Oh no, it's not like that," Kim said as she waved her hands and pushed her chair back away from him.

"We could run it back. I bet that pussy is dripping just thinking about it. I bet your mouth is hungry for a big old meat stick," Dejuan mused.

"Look, it was just a mistake. That night, it was a moment of weakness."

"Look, I know what I am," Dejuan explained. "I'm a hood rat. I come from the streets. I'm a product of the streets. I know that, and I'll own it. I don't pretend to be something I'm not. You came down to one of the worst neighborhoods in the Land and hooked up with a brotha because that's what you wanted. God know why, but you loved every damn second of it when I had you bent over in that back alley, and all them bitches were making fun of you. Them bitches, they ain't got your money. They ain't got your fancy job and office and all that. But they got more pride than you do. I've fucked them all, but they make me work to fuck them. They want this or that before they give it up. But you, you're just ready to go at a moment's notice. I bet your panties are soaked through right now, aren't they? Actually, a slut like you, I bet you ain't even wearing any panties."

Kim sat in silence, afraid to admit that he was right. She stood defiantly in front of him, but her body was shaking in fear. Not fear of Dejuan so much as fear to admit he was right. About everything.

"Cat got your tongue?" Dejuan slyly asked. "That's alright. You asked what I wanted. Well, there's what you want, and there's what I want. You want your little secret to stay a secret. That's what you want. For me, I don't want your money. I ain't letting you off that easy. No, I want you to show me what a slut you are."

Kim was taken aback. "Right here? Right now?" she asked, her voice distressed.

"How about this? I'll even give you a chance. I already guessed you ain't wearing panties. Lift up that skirt. If I'm wrong, I'll walk out of here right now. If I'm right though, then you're going to suck me off."

"Really, there's got to be another way - " Kim insisted.

"Lift up your skirt, bitch!" Dejuan sternly ordered.

Kim was flustered, but she saw no other alternative. She couldn't risk alienating him and having him exposing the truth, so she stood up from her chair. Her fingers reached for the hem of her skirt and ever so slowly began lifting it. Her face turned red as it rose up to her hips and confirmed what Dejuan already knew - Kim Barnes wasn't wearing any panties underneath her skirt.

Dejuan nearly doubled over in laughter. "I knew it. Once a ho, always a ho."

Kim's shoulders slumped in defeat, but she was already resigned to giving in to his demands. She couldn't risk her career, although her mind was working overtime trying to figure a way out of this mess.

In the meantime, Kim knelt down and slowly walked on her knees over to Dejuan.

Kim was visibly shaken, but she cursed under her breath at her body's betrayal as her pussy moistened. Her heart was racing, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. She couldn't help but think back to that night when Dejuan and his friends verbally abused her the whole night. He was right. The whole humiliating experience had thrilled her to no end. She relished being exposed and treated like a common whore. Her pussy was dripping wet at the prospect of reliving that experience, that humiliation with Dejuan all over again.

Her mind was in a daze as she knelt in front of him, still trying to comprehend how severely her life had been turned upside down in the last few minutes. Just a short while ago, her world felt safe and secure, and now it felt like she was teetering on the edge of disaster. She realized how much she craved that feeling, that rush, that high of knowing that she might be exposed for the slut she was at heart, except she was no longer sure if the rewards justified the risk. She knew her entire career may lay in the balance.

Nevertheless, she found herself staring at the obvious bulge in Dejuan's pants. His hands undid his jeans, and then he unleashed his thick cock. Even flaccid, he was still obscenely large, and she leaned back, almost in fear of his size and girth, unsure if she could take him all in, even though she knew she had previously done so.

"What are you waiting for, slut? You know you want it," he implored her.

Kim knew she should stand up and walk away for a million different reasons. For her pride and dignity. Because she was technically in a position of power over Dejuan, even though it surely didn't feel that way in the moment. After all, no good could possibly come of her having sex with Dejuan again. She had no assurances he would keep their affair secret. And yet, sex with Dejuan was the only thing on her mind.

She could make excuses that she didn't want to take any chance of angering Dejuan and having him reveal the truth about her, but the simple truth was the idea of fucking Dejuan thrilled her. Her pussy was wet with excitement. She knew that living on the edge of ruin titillated her, although she was reminded how she worried that she was like a drug addict, only her addiction was experiencing the most socially and professionally taboo sex acts. Like a drug addict that needed ever increasing doses to attain that high, she found herself forever pushing the envelope further, needing to experience more risqué and dangerous sex acts to feel that same thrill.

Although she knew at some point it would catch up with her, she told herself she could turn it off before it led to her ruin. She decided she hadn't reached that point just yet, and Kim closed her eyes, opened her lips, and then leaned forward to take his temptation into her mouth.

She was startled as she felt a hard fleshy slap across her cheeks. She opened her eyes, and Dejuan was laughing as he waved his cock back and forth, his meat stick playfully tapping against and then dragging across her face.

Frustrated at being teased, she lunged forward and ensnared his cock in her mouth, although she quickly realized she, quite literally, bit off more than she could chew. She could barely even wrap her lips around his shaft, and she gagged as his length stretched to the back of her throat.

Dejuan laughed again as she coughed, although she didn't let his cock fall out of her mouth, as she was determined to suck him down.

"Is it too much for you to handle?" Dejuan chuckled.

Kim could only muster a wordless warbled response.

Kim hated herself for enjoying the blow job far more than she wanted to. Yet, she knew this time was different. Her whole secret life with Master Nick had evolved into a safe place for her to explore her kinks. The only people at work who knew her secret were all inextricably linked. Marcia, Nick, and Lily all had vested interests in keeping her sexual exploits secret.

The only wild card was Ted, who had gone from being her most trusted protégé to her most heated rival. After learning about his extramarital affair with Marcia, Kim detested the blatant hypocrisy between his real life exploits versus his perceived public persona, so she had treated him cruelly, although she maintained blackmail material to keep him in line.

All the while, Dejuan's cock was stuffed in her mouth. She looked up into his eyes, and he smiled menacingly back at her as he grabbed her hair and started face fucking her. She realized she hardly even knew anything about him. He was literally just a one-night stand of anonymous sex. Or what she thought was anonymous sex.

Could Dejuan be trusted to keep their affair secret, or would he send her world toppling over? She'd tell Master Nick about this new wrinkle in her life as soon as she got home, and she hoped that Master Nick could offer a solution. She trusted Nick, which is why she submitted herself to him, although she realized there might not be anything that even Master Nick could do to save her.

Dejuan's cock felt massive in her mouth, and she struggled to take him all in. His balls were firm and full, promising a heavy load of cum. The veins bulged out of his engorged cock, and her lips smoothly glided over every inch of him. He had been noticeably peeved with her, and she feared that he might still spill the truth about her, so she poured herself into the blow job with passion. She looked up into his face, hopeful that her willingness to give him a blow job appeased him. His eyes smiled back at her, and he gave her a satisfied knowing grin. He was pleased with her. Pleased that she had succumbed so easily.

She realized she couldn't blame him. He was right, after all. He only knew one thing about her, and it was that she was a slut. She had proved it the first night they met, and now she was proving it all over again in only their second encounter.

"You know, I saw you the next night after our little back-alley adventure," Dejuan informed her.

Kim was confused for a second as she continued sucking down on his manhood, and then she remembered. She remembered how that next night was when she and Lily lured Ted to the seedy motel across from the club where she met Dejuan.

"I called out to you from across the street when you were leaving that motel," he reminded her, "and I know you heard me, but you pretended like you couldn't."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kim lied. "I didn't hear you."

"Bullshit. Your eyes looked at me, but you tried to play it off. You came out with another lady, got in your car, and then drove off. But then another guy came out of that motel room. And he heard me clear as day, so he came over to inquire how I knew you."

Kim realized that other guy was Ted, and her heart sank. Her head stopped bobbing up and down on his shaft, but she held him in her mouth, her words failing her in the moment as she waited for him to spill the rest of his story.

"That guy looked nuts running across the road dressed in nothing but a bed sheet, but we got to talking. He told me a little bit more about you, and I told him about the night before when I laid down the pipe on you. He seemed real interested in that. By the end, he offered me a job here. I was skeptical at first. Dude was running around in the streets half naked, but I figured I didn't have anything to lose. I needed a job, and now here I am."

"I didn't mean to ignore you," Kim apologized.

Kim had let him slip out of her mouth, although his rock-hard cock stood temptingly in front of her face, his dark chocolate skin glistening with the thick coat of slobber she left on his member.

"You mean you didn't think you'd ever see me again," Dejuan corrected her.

Kim sat on her knees, shamed to silence.

"Alright, I think you're ready for the main course now," Dejuan decided.

"What are you going to do to me now?"

"Who said I was going to do anything? It's more what you're going to do," he teased her.

"Please, I'll do anything, but just don't tell anyone else about any of this, okay?" Kim pleaded as she waited for more instruction.

Dejuan laughed heartily all over again. "Why you keep acting as if what you want matters? Your voice sounds scared, but you can't take your eyes off my dick. I know how bad you want it. You want this brotha. Now usually I like my bitches bent over, and I give it to them doggy style, but you keep wanting to deny that you ever met me before. Do you know how insulting that is? How you think that makes a brotha feel?"

Kim was almost hyperventilating as she ruefully answered, "I guess I never looked at it that way."

"Naw, of course not. You only think about yourself. That's why I don't want your money. You and me. It's more personal than that. But I see how bad you want it. Don't worry. You'll get your prize. Now there's just four things. One, unbutton that blouse, bitch before I rip the buttons off it like I did last time. I'm pretty sure you don't want to be walking out of here half naked.

"And what's number two?" Kim asked as she hurried to comply with his first command, her hands racing to undo her blouse. As she undid the last button, she pulled her blouse to the side, revealing her naked round orbs for Dejuan.