Corporate Affairs Ch 02

Author's Notes: If you have not read Chapter 01 i strongly suggest that you do so. This chapter begins immediately from where the last left off.

Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoy it.

GM01

She sat astride my hips, impaled on my cock. She looked absolutely beautiful. Her eyes were closed and a soft smile of contentment curled her lips. She was still wearing her clothes, her blouse still tucked into the skirt bunched around her waist.

"Don't move, dear boy. I want to get adjusted to the feeling of your wonderful cock filling and stretching me. It's been too long since I had a man inside me. I love having a hot, hard shaft buried inside me and a nice, hard body under me between my thighs. I know you are excited and want to cum but hold back, for me. Let me savor you." She looked at me through eyes afire with lust, her hands on my chest as she spoke.

I did not move, but it took some effort to remain still. Her pussy was exquisite. Tight, hot, wet, it fit me like warm syrup flowed over a waffle, heating and touching every surface with it's liquid passion. I could only express my admiration. "You feel amazing, I don't think I've ever experienced a better fit. It's killing me not to move."

"I know you are all worked up sweet boy. I enjoyed teasing you but this is all about me. Don't you dare cum before me." She clawed my chest to emphasize her point.

Slowly she raised up an inch and then lowered back down. "Oh you are right, Samuel, we do have an incredible fit. I feel you touching every part of me and it feels so good."

She began to rock her hips slowly, grinding her clit against my pubic bone. Her pleasure was plainly evident as she closed her eyes and sighed. I closed my eyes, too but it was to stop looking at the arousing image of this goddess enjoying me. I tried to think of baseball stats, of spreadsheets from our training, of those dull and boring first weeks, anything to take my mind away from the sensations Diane was bestowing upon me. In seeking her own gratification she was delivering incredible stimulation to my bulbous head buried inside her. With each of her movements another part of the wall of her pink tunnel massaged a different section of my helmet.

I gritted my teeth and groaned. The waves of pleasure overrode any attempt to think of something else. I would have given my name, rank and serial number, any or all of my passwords just to be able to loose my pent up burden of spunk within her depths.

Between ragged breaths she demanded, "Hang on, my boy. I'm almost there."

Her pace had quickened and she was bearing down on me harder. It was as if she was trying to wear her clit away with the friction generated by scraping against my body. She fell silent, holding her breath and grinding furiously. I opened my eyes to see her mouth open and her eyes screwed tightly shut.

Suddenly they flew open and she let out a long "Oh".

"Now, Samuel, now!" she cried out.

My hands clasped tightly to her hips, lifting her just an inch or two off me so I could slam my dick up into her. With each thrust she hissed "Yessssss" and her body twitched in convulsions.

It took only three or four plunges for me to explode. Cum rocketed from my balls to her core. Repeated pulses of my thick chowder plastered her cunt. Every pulse produced an electric pleasure wave through my body.

Both of us were spent and breathing heavily as she lay forward on my chest and I wrapped my arms around her. I could have stayed like that forever. To have such a unique and marvelous woman in my arms, so close, after having shared such raw passion was beyond anything I could have dreamed.

Diane raised her head and gazed into my eyes with a look of soft emotion. Then, for the first time she kissed me. The kiss was tender, sweet, and caring. I returned it in kind. Breaking the kiss, though my lips tried to prolong the treasured contact, she looked at me and caressed her fingers over my cheek.

"Oh my dear, sweet, wonderful boy. And you are now 'my boy'. Make no mistake about that. You are a handsome, well constructed man, but you are my boy. The things I can teach you, can do with you and for you. Be my boy and I promise you will not be sorry."

For the first time in my life I actually felt myself falling in love. There were so many amazing pieces and parts to this woman I felt I could spend a lifetime learning and understanding all of what made the whole of her.

"I'm yours," I whispered looking into her eyes with longing.

"My what?" she pressed.

Smiling I said the words we both already knew were true. "I'm your boy."

My reward was a kiss of passion, desire and emotion so strong it threatened to consume me. I fought back through the heavy blanket of feelings with which she shrouded me to return the kiss with equal fervor. Happiness surged through me and it seemed I could sense if flowing through Diane, too.

"Your arms feel so good around me," she whispered as she broke the kiss and buried her face in my neck. "I could stay wrapped in them for a long, long time."

"I love wrapping you in my arms. I treasure holding you this close. This is so much more special than I ever would have imagined. You are an extraordinary woman and I am thrilled to be so close to you, to be your boy." I kissed her on the top of her head.

"Really, you mean that?" she asked, a note of trepidation, uncertainty entering her voice for the first time.

"I was nervous all day today knowing what I had planned for this afternoon. I was pretty sure that you wouldn't outright reject me but I was afraid that I'd only be some conquest for you to brag about. That you'd tolerate the sex just to say that you banged me." The window through her professional confidence to her personal concerns was surprising but so endearing. She was already letting her guard down with me.

Overcome with raw emotion I told her how i felt. "You are not some 'conquest', some notch on a belt. You are truly a remarkable woman, one that any man should instantly recognize as beyond compare. To be with you is an honor and it must be treated with kid gloves. Don't ever think that I am anything but in awe and admiration of you. I only want to be worthy of your attention and time. I never would have imagined this happening between us but I am overwhelmed that it has."

Diane planted soft little kisses on my neck throughout my soliloquy. At the end she giggled before raising her head and looking at me. "Who talks like that? Who says things like honor and admiration these days?"

"I do, at least in regard to you," I replied honestly.

She kissed me again. We traded passion, along with tongues and saliva, for minutes. Until she pushed her hands against my chest and sat up.

"You're still hard inside of me!" she declared with surprise.

"Yep!" I answered, proudly adding a little thrust of my hips for emphasis.

"Oooo," she reacted to my jab, "My boy is a stud! What a bonus for me!"

I tightened my grip on her hips to lift her and recommence our love making but she stopped me.

"Wait, that pole of yours is pressing on lots of nice spots inside me but it's also made me aware that I need to pee. I'll be right back." She raised herself off of me with a long slurping sound that ended with a small pop of the vacuum we had created being broken.

"Crap," she yelped as a flood of our mixed fluids oozed from her cunt. She jammed a hand between her thighs and hurried to the bathroom off her office. I stood up and using some kleenix from a box beside her desk cleaned my cock and balls of our residue as best I could. I stood looking out the window at the other buildings. Having stepped out of my shoes, socks and pants I saw in the window reflection that I was wearing only my shirt, my stained, wet tie, and and a t shirt.

I waited, calmly and happily as Diane completed her personal necessaries. At the sound of the door opening I turned toward her and spoke, "Diane, lose the skirt."

She stopped and looked at me, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on her lips. "First, in this building, in any business situation and in public in general you will refer to me as Ms. White. Second, just because you are flaunting your equipment doesn't mean that I will be as wanton with my appearance. Third, ..."

I held up a hand and cut her off. "Diane, lose the skirt and then come over here to me." It was a bold move, if I do say so myself and one that could spoil things quickly. I waited with baited breath as she stood, unmoving, staring at me for a few moments. Then her hands moved behind her and in a second or two I heard the zipper lower, followed by watching the skirt slide to the floor. She walked slowly toward me, her heels clicking on the floor, putting an extra tilt and sway into her hips as she approached until she stopped right in front of me.

"You are an independent and strong woman. I am excited and pleased to be 'your boy', but even a woman such as yourself needs to get fucked from time to time. I'm going to fuck you. Now undo your boy's tie and unbutton his shirt."

In a voice laden with desire she replied, "Yes, my boy." She smiled and began to unknot my tie with her delicate fingers.

I unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse, and then pulled it over her head, causing her to raise her arms until her hands slipped through the still buttoned cuffs. She wore a simple cream bra that would not show through her blouse. It had a front clasp that I easily undid. I slid the straps from her shoulders and she moved her arms to let the bra drop to the floor. Her breasts settled into lovely teardrop shapes without the support of the bra.

She was unashamed to be naked in front of me and she had absolutely no reason to be. In only her heels and stockings she was a vision to behold. I dropped my shirt and pulled my tshirt over my head. I stepped forward and held her tightly to me. "Wow, are you beautiful."

I believed I could feel her blush. She demurely deflected the observation. "You're just saying that because you're hard and want to fuck me."

Some shivers went up the back of my neck as I heard her say fuck for the first time. "Oh, I am dying to fuck you, but that doesn't alter the fact that you are beautiful. Your body is fabulous."

I kissed her, hard and with want. I cupped her ass and squeezed both cheeks, enjoying their taut suppleness. One hand meandered up her back to entwine in her soft, thick hair. The other slid over her hip and between our bodies to seek out her pussy. It was moist and she drew in her breath as I tickled the lips.

"So, my boy, what's your plan?" she taunted as her hands stroked my hardness and her fingernails raked lightly under my balls.

"I'm going to face you to that window over there, leaning forward with your palms pressed against the glass. I'm going to hold up one of your legs so I have unimpeded access and then I am going to rail your cunt until you scream."

"OH!," she yelped in a small voice. The moisture between her lips had become a flow of slick wetness.

"Face the window, lean forward with your palms on the glass and spread your legs."

She did not hesitate and was in position in a flash. I stepped behind her and pulled up her left leg with my hand behind her knee. I used my right hand to slide my cock back and forth over her slit, coating it with her slippery grool. Then I centered on her hole and popped the head of my cock in. I reached around across her chest to hold her steady and slid bit by bit into her until I was as deep as I could reach.

"Oh, so deep, so full. Mmmmmm," she exhaled.

I stood solid, letting her form and mold to my intrusion for a bit, then asked, "Ready?"

Eagerly she answered, "Yes, very ready. Pound me, my sweet boy."

I made a few slow, long strokes to get the measure of us and then thrust up into her hard, over and over again. Each insertion lifted her enough that only the toe of her right pump was on the floor and then there was the sharp click of her heel landing as I withdrew. My pace grew to furious and I slid my right hand to her throat and clutched it. Her boobs bounced wildly and I could see them in the window reflection and felt them hitting my arm. Her left hand went to her crotch and she frantically rubbed her clit.

"This is how a goddess like you needs to be fucked, wants to be fucked," I growled in her ear.

"Yessss," she snarled in reply. "Show your goddess, fuck me hard my boy!"

I threw everything I had into her, body, mind and soul. I hammered her harder and faster than if my life depended on it. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks and she almost fell as her body lost control. Only my arms and my cock held her up.

"Desk," she panted.

I disengaged and picked her up. I carried her to her desk and set her firm ass down gently on it.

Grasping her legs behind the knees to spread them wide for me she leered up at me through her lashes. "Fuck me 'til you cum. I want you to fill me. I want to feel my boy's seed slosh inside me for the rest of the night."

Fuckin' A could she talk dirty!

I obliged her wishes. After seating the head of my phallus inside her opening I placed my hands on the desk to either side of her. Then I bottomed out and began slamming into her over and over. My balls and hips slapped against her ass and thighs with each piston stroke. I could feel the pressure build and knew it wouldn't be long.

Suddenly, I felt both my nipples sting and saw that Diane had grasped each between her thumb and forefinger. She pinched, pulled and twisted them as she grunted, "Cum for me boy. Give it to me, give me your cum. Fill your goddess with all that you have my sweet boy."

That did it. Between the pain/pleasure from my nipples, the tight clamp of her love tunnel on my meat stick and her dirty exhortations in my ears I exploded. I threw my head back and grunted like an animal as I fired jets of molten white goo into her. Sweating and breathing hard my head fell to her chest.

She cradled me to her bosom stoking my hair and soothing me. "That's my sweet boy. My wonderful, strong, sexy boy. I love the way you fill me and the feel of your cream inside me. My good, good boy." She kissed my head and I felt so powerfully that this is where I, where we belonged.

I sat back in her chair and pulled her into my lap. I kissed her lovingly. "Why do I have to fly to Omaha tomorrow? I want to stay with you."

She rubbed the backs of her fingers and nails along the side of my face. "And I want you to stay my boy. I don't want to give you up. There is so much I want to do with you. God, can you fuck. I loved it when you put your hand around my throat and growled at me. No man has ever done that to me before, but my sweet boy did. I'll call the travel office in the morning and get your flight moved to Sunday. We'll have the next two nights together."

"Not enough," I protested. "I want more. I want you."

"I know, and there will be more, I promise you. You are my boy and that is not a short term commitment." She kissed me again and my head began to spin. "Damn, what you do to me," she gushed.

Laughing I replied, "What I do to you? It's what you do to me." It was safe to say we were both well beyond smitten.

"First things first. You are spending the night in my bed so that I can have my way with my boy. We need to make ourselves as presentable as possible and get out of here. You need to get your things at the hotel, don't check out, and come to my place. Don't change, don't shower we'll do that together."

She hopped off my lap and bent over to write something on a pad on her desk. Her ass looked so inviting I just wanted to bite it!

"Here's my address, the doorman will be expecting you. Get dressed, go down the stairs to 29 and walk past Emily's office to get to the elevator. I'll leave here in 15 minutes. We should be at my place in a half hour."

We kept looking at each other and giggling as we moved around her office picking up our scattered clothes and dressing. We were two giddy new lovers.

I took the stairs two at a time to get to the 29th floor.