Corporate Revenge

Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction and is based primarily on the fictional country of Nordland, a small island nation in the North Sea between the UK, Norway, and Denmark. All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All comments and feedback are welcomed.

HF

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Anna Bergman's heels clicked on the tiled floor as she strode down the corridor of the Nordland parliament building with Knut Rasmussen, the Nordland Minister for Energy and the Environment. They had just emerged from a parliamentary expenditure review meeting where she, as the CEO, had presented the recent performance of the North Sea Oil and Gas Corporation to the committee. Knut's advisors fell back to allow the two of them to discuss the outcomes of the meeting together in private as they headed for his office.

"The projections are sound," Anna said as they entered his office. The blonde-haired woman in her late 40s watched as the older man moved around his desk and gingerly eased himself into his seat. She'd noticed he had fidgeted in his seat during the committee meeting and wondered if he had injured himself in some way.

"I know that...you know that...now we need to convince the committee of that..." he replied, slowly leaning back in his chair as she sat down opposite him.

She sighed. "Ok...I'll get my team to work up a new presentation pack for them...it's a waste of time though, the numbers are solid..."

"I know they are..." Knut replied. "You're doing good work over there at the Corporation, but you've got to remember, the committee is looking for savings wherever they can find them."

"Yes, but you don't take it from one of the few government businesses that's actually profitable...our return on the government's investment in us was over 22% last financial year," she said with a shake of her head. Knut regarded her with a measured look. He could see she was tired; it had been a long year. Now he needed to do what his mistress had commanded him to do and plant the seeds of an idea in her mind.

"You look tired, Anna," Knut said with a sympathetic little smile. She looked at him and gave him a little smile in return. "I'm feeling it...it's been hectic over the past couple of months...I've got a good team at the Corporation but there's so much going on...I feel like I've run a marathon this year."

He gave her a little shrug. "Maybe you have...you do have a good team over there...I was impressed with the deal you pulled off in the Congo recently. I read your report on it. It seems you have a good strategic initiatives director over there."

Anna smiled again. "Astrid, yes...she's fantastic. I wish I had a dozen more like her," she said as she took a deep breath. "I think she's got a good future in the industry. We should do more to keep her engaged, otherwise she'll be poached by someone else." Anna had certainly taken a liking to Astrid over the past several years, advancing her career and supporting her progress through the Corporation.

Knut nodded thoughtfully. "Perhaps we need to start introducing her to some of the other members of the government, broaden her profile...can't hurt her career down the track." Anna nodded in agreement as Knut paused. "But then there's you, Anna..."

"Me?" she replied, a touch surprised. "What about me?"

"You're tired...I can see it...and if I can see it, then others can see it too. Are you taking any time for yourself?" he asked.

"Oskar and I have been planning a holiday...but getting our calendars to align has been...challenging," she told Knut. Oskar was Anna's husband, the CEO of one of Nordland's major marine engineering firms. His work often took him away from home for long periods of time. "Then there's Elsa...we've promised her a holiday, but we don't want to interrupt her university studies," she said, referring to her daughter who was currently studying chemical engineering at the University of Nordland.

"Maybe you can do something in the meantime, something to focus on your own health and well-being," he told her. "Do you exercise, yoga, anything like that?"

Anna gave a little laugh. "I wish...I used to do yoga...haven't had the time for months now." She shook her head. "Probably more like years..."

Knut smiled again. "Listen, it's important in my role to have some balance, otherwise we get burnt out." He picked up a pen and notepad. "Listen, here's a service that I use...they're very good...discrete...used to working with senior leaders who are time poor. You don't need to go to a gym, they come to you, whenever you can fit it in," he said as he wrote a name and number on the piece of paper. Tearing it from the pad, he proffered it to her. "Go on, trust me...it'll make a big difference in your life."

Anna hesitated for a moment and then took the piece of paper. "Ok, I'll give them a call...maybe try them out..."

"Tell them that I recommended them to you. You won't be disappointed...trust me," he replied with a smile. "Now, let me take care of the committee...you just get me that updated presentation and I'll keep them off your back, ok?"

Anna nodded and rose from her seat, still holding the piece of paper in her hand as she collected her bag and laptop. "Thanks for this, Knut," she said as she turned and left the office.

Knut watched her leave his office and as the door closed behind her, he let out a small sigh of relief. His ass still hurt from the beating that his mistress, Svetlana, had inflicted on it the other day. It had felt so good to be treated that way and he knew she'd be so pleased that he'd done what she'd told him to do. Maybe she would reward him the next time they met up.

Pushing that pleasurable thought from his mind, he pressed a button on his desk to call in his chief of staff, turning his mind to the next issue at hand.

*****

That Friday afternoon, Marcus arrived back at his serviced apartment that he was using while he was staying in Nordhaven. It had been a long week, especially having to deal with Håkan, the NSOG project director he was working with on the North Sea Initiative. The experience with Astrid a few days earlier had been a highlight though; getting an incredible blowjob from a beautiful blonde Nordic woman on the roof-top terrace of their office building wasn't something you easily forgot. They hadn't mentioned anything about it in the few days since it occurred, so he still wondered whether it was just another one-time thing or something more.

Hanging up his heavy jacket on the hook near the door, he enjoyed the feeling of warmth in his apartment. He had thought New York got cold in the winter, but it was nothing like a Nordland winter, he thought to himself. He kicked off his office shoes as he'd made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a beer before continuing to the bedroom to get changed. He emerged in a t-shirt and sweatpants, ready to catch up on some NBA games that he'd recorded but hadn't had a chance to watch. He'd just flopped down on his sofa and picked up the remote control when his front door buzzer had rung.

Grumbling, Marcus rose to his feet and pressed the button on the wall mounted panel. "Hello?"

He was surprised when he heard Astrid's voice. "Hi, Marcus. It's me, Astrid. Can I come up?" she asked in flawless English with just a hint of her delightful Nordic accent that he enjoyed hearing. "Sure!" he replied in surprise, pressing the button. He certainly hadn't expected her to come by his place.

A few moments later there was a knock at the door, and he opened it to see Astrid standing there, still dressed in her work clothes, a tailored jacket with matching skirt, blouse, and high heels, all of which was topped by a warm overcoat to ward off the winter chill. It was obvious that she, like him, had come here straight from the office. "Hey there," Marcus said with a surprised little smile. She gave him a flirty little smile as she cocked her head to the side, her blonde curls draped over her shoulders. "Hey yourself..."

"I wasn't expecting to see you here," he said. "Can I come in?" she asked, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Sure," he replied with a grin, he had a fairly good idea of what she wanted -- senior corporate executives don't just turn up on each other's doorsteps on a Friday afternoon unless they wanted something very specific. Very specific and very pleasurable, he thought to himself. He opened the door wider, and she made her way into his apartment. He couldn't help but admire her trim Nordic body clad in her tailored work clothes as she passed him, and he closed the door behind her.

Despite her outwardly confident exterior, Astrid's heart was beating like a drum in her chest. She'd thought about this moment a great deal over the past several days since their encounter on the rooftop terrace. She struggled with her inner desires, and she realized she needed and wanted to explore them further. She hoped Marcus would be willing to do so too. From his expression, she was fairly certain he would.

She strode into the living room as he followed behind her. "So, what's going on...?" he asked with a quizzical little expression on her face. "Want a drink?"

She placed her handbag down near the sofa and, taking a deep breath, turned to look him in the eyes with an expression on her face that was both nervous and sultry. "Sure...that would be nice, thanks."

Marcus stepped into the kitchen. "A beer, ok?" he called out. "Yes, please," she replied as she looked around the living room of his apartment. Slipping out of her coat and draping it over the sofa, she felt as if she was about to lose her virginity all over again -- snap out of it, she told herself; she was a grown woman. She'd fucked Marcus before; heck, she'd fucked several black men before, why was this so different? As he returned to the living room with two open bottles of beer, she realized that she was nervous because she had accepted the changes in her life, the unleashing of her desires, her illicit attraction to black men -- all of this now coalesced into the Black man standing in front of her, a casual grin on his handsome face.

Marcus handed her a bottle of beer and touched his to hers in a small salute. "Cheers." He took a small swig of beer and regarded her with an even expression. "I'm hoping this isn't a work-related visit?"

Astrid took a swallow of her own beer and looked at him, her blue eyes sparkling with a heady combination of lust, nervousness, guilt, and apprehension. She shook her head. "N...no, it's not," she confirmed. "I...I've been thinking...about us...about what we did the other day."

"I've been thinking about that too," he replied with a grin as he took another sip of beer. Astrid paused, looking down at the floor. "It's not just that I enjoyed it...I...I can't stop thinking about it..." she said as she looked up at him. "I can't stop thinking about you...about...about what we did before in New York..."

Marcus nodded and placed his beer down on the table and moved closer to her. "I can't stop thinking about that either, but I don't want to pressure you...we work together, you're married," he said. Astrid swallowed nervously. "I...I know...and I've been grappling with this...this feeling...these feelings I've been having," she replied.

"What sort of feelings?" Marcus asked. "A feeling that I'm missing something...something that you can give me. A feeling of wanting to be with you again," she whispered softly, her blue eyes sparkling. "That night together...it was incredible...you were incredible...." She paused. "Please, Marcus...I want that again...I want to be with you again...can we do that?" she asked softly.

Marcus's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. This certainly wasn't how he expected to be spending his Friday afternoon and evening. "A...are you sure?" he replied, almost hesitantly, aware of her marriage and family and the risks to them, their careers, their lives.

Astrid nodded. "I want to fuck you again Marcus...I want to ride that thick black cock of yours," she whispered seductively. She'd been thinking about this all day, her arousal levels increasing as she sat through her daily round of meetings. She needed this, the feeling of his hard, black cock inside her again. As she confided her desires to him, she felt a release as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Marcus took the bottle of beer from her hands and placed it on the table before turning back to her. He understood exactly what she wanted but also the risk that they were taking if they were discovered. Senior executives sleeping around with each other was not looked upon kindly in the corporate world, especially if one or both were married.

Taking her hands in his, he looked her in the eyes. "Astrid, I've thought about that night for months and yes, I want to fuck you again...but this has to be your decision...what you want...you have more to lose than I do...so, are you certain you want to do this?"

As Astrid stood before him, instead of answering him, she slipped her hands from his and began to remove each piece of her attire slowly and methodically, revealing her flawless Nordic figure to his intense gaze with calculated grace. Her navy-blue Ralph Lauren blazer was unbuttoned and slipped from her shoulders. She draped the garment over the nearby sofa before turning to face him again, the answer to his question as clear as day.

She reached up to the delicate buttons of her white silk Hugo Boss blouse, her delicate fingers deftly working their way down the front of the blouse. With each button undone, she revealed more of her smooth, unblemished pale skin underneath. The blouse slipped off her shoulders, pooling at her feet in a whisper of silk.

Next, Astrid turned her attention to her matching navy-blue pencil skirt from Ralph Lauren. She slid the zipper down with practiced ease, the sound of the metal teeth parting filling the room. With a subtle wiggle of her hips, she eased the skirt over her curves, revealing the matching ivory lace lingerie set from La Perla that hugged her body underneath.

Astrid's movements were deliberate and seductive as she unclasped the lacy bra, allowing it to fall away from her body and revealing her pale, C-cup breasts. The delicate lace contrasted beautifully against her fair skin, accentuating her feminine curves. With a little flick of her wrist, she let the bra join the growing pile of discarded clothing at her feet.

With a slow, tantalizing motion, Astrid hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down her slender legs that were encased in her sheer nude-colored Wolford thigh-high stockings. The ivory lace panties glided over her smooth nylon covered skin of her legs. She kicked off her heels, allowing them to tumble to the floor alongside the rest of her attire.

Standing before him in nothing but her stockings, Astrid exuded a perfect blend of confidence and allure, she had made her decision and now she was going to explore her desires with Marcus. Without a word, she took his hand in her and led him to the bedroom where she climbed onto the bed and knelt on her knees looking at him.

Despite still being in disbelief at the turn of events, Marcus nonetheless wasted no time in stripping off his t-shirt, sweatpants, and boxers, before climbing onto the bed next to her, his thick black cock already stiffening in anticipation. "Astrid, are you really sure about this?" he asked, cautiously. "I mean...your husband..."

She reached over and took his hand in hers, giving it a little squeeze. "Marcus, it's ok...don't worry about him...let's just think about us right now, ok?" she said with a reassuring little smile as she looked into his eyes. He nodded, satisfied with her answer, and certainly not wanting to push the issue. She pushed him onto his back on the bed; he knew immediately what she wanted to do, and he was more than happy to go along with her plans.

As Astrid swung a nylon covered leg over his body and straddled him, she could feel the anticipation building between them, the heat of their bodies, his a dark black, hers a pale white, igniting a primal desire. She gazed into his dark eyes, the intensity of their connection sparking a surge of arousal and desire that coursed through her veins. He could smell the scent of her arousal wafting from her pussy; a delicious, intoxicating aroma that set him on edge.

His gaze drifted over her body; despite being a few years older than him, she was stunning. A perfect example of Nordic femininity -- long, wavy natural blonde hair; sparkling blue eyes set on an attractive face with a perfectly formed nose and mouth; a toned, pale body with a pair of firm, pink-capped breasts that sat high and proud on her chest; a toned stomach that showed her commitment to exercise and healthy living; a cleanly shaved mound at the junction of her athletic legs. An ideal package for any man -- intelligent, witty, attractive, compassionate, loving. And he was about to experience her again.

With unhurried movements, Astrid positioned herself above his dark body, her knees on either side of his hips. Reaching down, she gripped his thick, pulsing manhood in her right hand, giving it a few gentle tugs and feeling it harden even more, enjoying the sound of his soft moan of pleasure, before guiding it towards her awaiting entrance. She loved the feeling of the weight and heat of his black cock in her palm, the stiffness of his arousal pressing against her soft skin.

"Your cock is so big..." she whispered, a smile of amazement and pleasure on her face. He groaned softly as she moved his cock backwards and forwards slightly, the head of his black African shaft teasing the pink entrance to her Nordic pussy. Astrid bit her lip in anticipation, feeling the weight of his gaze on her, her heart pounding in her chest as she prepared to take him inside her.

"You're so beautiful, Astrid..." he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. He couldn't believe he was here with her again. He could feel the moisture of her arousal coating the tip of his cock. She was wet; ready and willing for him to enter her.

She smiled down at him, her pale white skin a stark contrast against the darkness of his own complexion. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, the fingers of her left hand trailing lightly down his chest. Her wedding rings glinted in the bedroom light.

"Are you ready?" Marcus asked, his voice husky with desire. She looked beautiful, a delicate Nordic angel sitting above him. A face of an angel, he thought to himself, but a body for sin.

"Yes," Astrid replied with a little nod, her own voice trembling with anticipation. "Just take it slow, ok...?" he whispered, aware from their first encounter several months ago of just how tight she was. "You'll be fine..."

Astrid took a deep breath, steadying herself as she prepared to take his hot, black cock inside her body. Slowly, she began to lower herself onto him, feeling the heat of his arousal against her as the thick head of his black manhood pressed against her tight, pink entrance, parting her delicate, wet folds with a tantalizing friction.

She let out a soft gasp as she felt Marcus entering her tight vaginal canal, the sensation both thrilling and overwhelming. "Are you okay?" the Black man asked, concern flickering in his eyes as he watched her reaction as just the head of his black cock slipped inside her tight folds. Her face showed an expression of pain as she tensed up, feeling the stinging sensation of her labia being stretched open by the fat, black head.

Astrid nodded, her breath catching in her throat as she adjusted to the sensation. "Yes, just give me a moment," she whispered, her voice husky with desire and a touch of pain. She paused for a few seconds before continuing with her downward journey, taking more of his black cock inside her pale body. "Mmm..." she moaned softly, enjoying the sensations that his cock triggered in her body.