I'm the Ceo Now

It's been a while since I've written something. This story indulges a male-dominant fantasy and strays towards non-consensual. I hope you enjoy it.

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CEO of a women's fashion magazine wasn't a job that I thought I would have until the idea occurred to me a few months ago. After some research, I had found Top Style magazine or TS as everyone referred to it. The current boss was a young woman named Sarah Simons who had made a name for herself in the fashion industry very quickly.

At this stage you would be right to wonder how I, a 29 year old with exactly zero experience in media, would be able to take the top job on the monthly publication. Let me explain a few things about myself: I'm Ben Brookes and, as far as I can tell, I'm the most remarkable person in the world. For as long as I can remember, I can make anyone think, feel, or do anything I want. It took a few years in my childhood to realise that not everyone can just tell their parents and those around them any whim and have it fulfilled. At eleven, I told a banker that I wanted a million pounds and I don't even know how it came to be but the request was quickly accommodated.

By the time I went through puberty I was already living a life of luxury. When interest in girls entered the picture, I continued to get whatever I wanted. I remember in my final year of school, having my English teacher, a hot brunette who must have been ten years older than me, naked, bent over, taking a pounding from behind while giving me 100% on an entirely blank exam. I'd had orgies with every hot girl in my year. My friend's mum had sucked me off while his sister licked my balls.

I spent three years going through uni. I certainly didn't put too much effort into learning anything but came out with an arts degree. I spent a few years travelling and making memories: ten naked flawless Japanese maids servicing me for weeks on end, Swedish stunners begging me to cum all over their faces. On one occasion, I heard a pop song by some hot new singer, flew to America that same day and had fucked her ass within 24 hours of hearing the song.

As I'd gotten older, the fantasies got more involved. I ran a porn studio for a while. There's probably not many porn stars you could name that I haven't had the opportunity to fuck. For one season, I was the Chelsea women's football team coach. Probably the only team that used team spankings as a way to discipline underperforming players. If you're interested, the leadership worked. I took the team to top of the table with a run of ten wins to finish the season.

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I felt like I was ready for my latest escapade: TS magazine. They had an office in the city. It seemed like there were around 20-30 permanent staff in various roles. I had a meeting with Ms Simons, the current CEO this Thursday. I knew she'd be giving me her job and I planned to have the board or whoever needs to make it official on Friday and then start my reign on Monday.

Our meeting was at Feast, a michelin-starred restaurant. I was already sitting with a beer as Sarah arrived. She was dressed in a very professional red skirt suit, tailored perfectly with a crisp white top underneath. I knew what she looked like, but seeing her in person made me realise how attractive she was. Her skin seemed to glow and her hair, eyes, lips, teeth all had the perfection of the obscenely rich.

"Good afternoon, Ms Simons" I greeted her and gestured to her to sit down.

"Hello Mr Brookes. Nice to meet you," she smiled and took the seat opposite me. "I must confess I don't have too many details about this meeting. What is your connection to TS?"

"Right, straight to business," I laughed. "

Here's what is happening: you'll be giving me your job as CEO. You'll stay around, I'm not sure what role I'll have you doing just yet but we will find something for you."

"I understand," Sarah said. "I'll get my resignation and recommendation of you as a replacement to the directors as soon as we're done here."

"Thank you very much."

And just like that it was done.

I continued, "let's talk about some practicalities. I'll start on Monday. We'll call an all-hands meeting to explain to the whole organisation what is happening."

"Yes, we can do that."

"What is your salary?"

"I'm currently on £500,000 a year with a stock bonus each financial year."

The money really meant nothing to me. But I always enjoyed playing with my toys.

"Tell the directors I'll be on £700,000"

"Yes, sir."

"What can you tell me about the staff?"

"We've got seven full time writers, a team of stylists, dressers and photographers for shoots, a team of five editors and graphic and layout designers. And finally operations is a mix of HR, IT, receptionists and assistants."

"Who is your PA?"

"Amy Nguyen. She's been with me for the last two years. Excellent at her job."

"Show me a picture of her."

Sarah pulled out her phone and tapped away and quickly showed me a professional headshot of a beautiful asian girl.

"I'll definitely take her," I said, forming a mental image of the young woman riding me.

"And big picture: how does the company work?"

Sarah quickly launched into an answer she had clearly given some form of a number of times before. "Two weeks before publication, final drafts of all articles, fashion show reports, and photoshoots are submitted. We spend one week editing and laying out and making any final changes. It goes to print, and five days later it's on sale and up online. And we do it all again the following month.

"Great. I have some ideas for the direction of the magazine. But we can discuss that next week."

I felt like I'd gotten everything I needed to know. My attention switched back to Sarah's physicality. It was clear she had a great set of tits from her outfit. I knew I'd be fucking her at some point. I made the decision that I would wait and our first time could be ceremonially in the office of the CEO.

"Thank you, Sarah. I will let you go and get on with setting me up at TS." I rose from the table to say goodbye. "

Before you go, come over here, passionately kiss me goodbye, and let me have a squeeze of those fat tits of yours."

"Of course. Thank you, Mr Brookes."

Sarah stepped close into me and leaned up. I reached out and grasped her tit firmly through her shirt and we shared a deep french kiss. I broke the kiss after a while. With my left hand still groping her tit, I took the other boob in my right hand and gave it a firm squeeze and knead as well.

"Perfect. I will see you on Monday to meet everyone."

"Okay, sir."

As she turned to leave, I couldn't resist spanking her ass to give her a move on.

Once Sarah had gone, I was buzzing with excitement at this new adventure. And I was more than a little turned on from having an incredibly powerful woman submit to me so quickly and completely. I couldn't wait to have the former boss on her knees, sucking me off, in her own office like an obedient little sex slave. I was definitely going to need some release before Monday.

It was a situation I had been in plenty of times before. I had a mobile phone with hundreds of eleven-out-of-ten women that I could have in an instant. What I'd found is it was often easier and more satisfying to make do with what is at hand. I scanned around at the other patrons of the restaurant. I found the perfect candidate: at a table of four, two couples, there was a stunning blonde. Her hair was bright and smooth down to her mid back. She was tall and lithe. Even seated, I could tell she had slender limbs and a taut body. She was wearing a skintight colourful dress which kept her shoulders, chest, arms, half her thigh and calves on display.

I strode up and one of the men at the table was in the middle of some anecdote and the rest of the table was laughing along.

"Excuse me," I interrupted, "

I'm going to have to steal..."

I paused for the blonde to insert her name.

"Anna," she offered.

"

I'm going to have to steal Anna away for a little bit,"

I told the table.

"Come with me."

I directed at Anna.

I led her to the gents toilets and then led her inside.

The toilets here were immaculately clean. There wasn't anyone inside so I held Anna's hand and pulled her over in front of the mirrors.

"

You're my fuck toy."

This was a technique I'd used plenty of times before. It quickly got a woman responsive and would let me have my way with her in any fashion I like without complaint.

"Mmm okay," was Anna's reply.

I faced her toward the mirrors and stood behind her looking over her at our reflection. I pulled the straps and then her dress down over her torso and it bunch up at her waist. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her tits were barely more than small bumps on her chest with small, dark, pink nipples standing out.

I ran a hand up her back, up the back of her neck and then snaked my fingers into her hair on the back of her head and grabbed a handful. That let me push her down and bend her over the sinks. I held her face against the mirror. I knew this wasn't going to be a slow or sensuous experience. I was going to use this woman as my personal whore for however long I needed to cum. With my free hand, I pulled the skirt of her dress up and so all of the material was gathered around her waist. She had black frilly panties on. I wasn't wasting any time getting to her pussy so I grabbed a handful of the panty fabric and pulled. It quickly tore and pulled away from her body and I was soon able to have her completely naked from the waist down.

I essentially had her pinned with my hand holding her down and her torso across the vanity. I took the ruined panties and leaned over her and pushed them into her mouth.

"I'm going to be fucking you hard. So scream into those if you need to."

Anna gave a muffled, "yes, sir."

I liked the 'sir'. I could tell she'd be my submissive little slut for as long as I needed.

Once my hand was free, I quickly unbuckled my belt and the button on the front of my trousers. That let me pull the front down and apart enough to free my cock.

"Ready for this fucking dick?"

"Yeah."

I leant forward with my legs which angled my cock to push against Anna's pussy. With a small shove, the head of my cock pushed inside her. She was tight and smooth.

"Mmmm," I groaned. I'd chosen well for my entertainment.

I was still holding her face against the mirror. I rocked my hips to start to build up some momentum.

After a few strokes in and out, I was getting to the point where I was getting all 8 inches of my cock inside my blonde plaything. It was incredible. I needed some leverage so I folded her arms behind her back and I found I could hold both her wrists with one of my hands so I was soon pulling her whole body back into me as I thrust harder and harder into her.

The relentless pounding continued harder and faster. I could tell Anna was getting into it more and more as well. Her body was going limp at times as everything happening overcame her.

I reached forward and grabbed her under her chin to point her face towards the mirror that was just a few inches away.

"Look at yourself while I fuck you. You're my little whore, aren't you?"

"Ye-e-es," she moaned out through her panties in three syllables in time with the fucking she was taking. "I'm. your. whore."

A few more minutes of vigorous fucking and I was feeling myself edge closer to cumming. I've always found something very satisfying about using someone you've just met as little more than sex toy.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom swung open and a man in a suit walked in, took a beat to process what he was seeing and moved to back out.

"

Come on in

," I told him and he complied.

I caught my breath a little but continued pounding away at Anna's pussy.

"This little slut is my treat - I've just gotten a new job. Come over here and watch me blow a load all over her."

The man did as instructed. I have no problem with an audience or even extra participants. At this point, I've kind of seen and done it all. Sometimes I like the humiliation of really debasing someone in front of a stranger or two.

I stopped thrusting away and pulled out of Anna. I stepped back just enough to make room so I could pull her back, spin her and push her down onto her knees. I pulled the panties from her mouth and dropped them in the sink. Once she was on her knees, I stepped forward so her head was essentially wedged between the bench behind her and my crotch in front of her.

I put a hand on the top of her head. "Don't move."

I grabbed the base of my cock which was rock hard and slick with our combined juices. I jerked a few times and checked if our bystander was watching. He was.

It did not take long at all before cum started erupting out of me. I've always produced substantial loads and this was no exception. Two massive ropes fell across her face. The next few squirts I sent directly at her lips and she instinctively licked it as they landed. The next pooled in her right eye. I was still cumming. A few more splatters hit her chin and chest. She looked like a fucking mess. Her perfectly combed blonde hair had now been tussled all over the place and was sticking across her face. Her cheeks were flushed pink.

I rubbed my cock, still semi-hard, around her face both to wipe off any cum from the tip of my dick and also just to smear my cum all over her face. I like my whores to look the part when I'm done with them.

"Lick my cock clean, Anna." She responded instantly and stuck her tongue out and leaned forward to start licking at the tip of my dick. It was basically soft now but the image of a beautiful woman in complete subservience of a dick is one I will always be happy to see.

Once I was satisfied, I tucked myself away and buckled up and then just walked out leaving a naked woman kneeling on the floor covered in jizz and a complete stranger who'd just watched that all happen. I rarely even bother dealing with the aftermath of a tryst like this. I've left many girls naked in bathrooms or hotel rooms or wherever I decide. One time I had twin sisters blow me in an elevator and I had them rip their own clothes off. Later that day, I saw pictures of them running through a building naked and embarrassed online. I had more important things to think about. Starting Monday, I would be running a media company.

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Monday morning came around quickly. I was genuinely excited to be starting the new job. I had arranged to be there at 9 to meet with Sarah before a meeting with the entire staff at 10 to announce my arrival.

The TS offices were on floor 21 of one of the bigger skyscrapers in the city. I arrived right on time and was soon shown into Sarah's office by her assistant, Amy, who I had asked about at our initial meeting.

Sarah's office was huge. Sarah sat behind a sleek black desk with just a laptop on it and two chairs opposite. One corner of the office had three low, comfortable arm chairs around a coffee table. Yet another section had two couches. I was very impressed.

"Good morning, Mr Brookes," Sarah said with a smile, "Everything is ready for you to take over as CEO."

"Fantastic," I said.

"I've got one question: what will be my role once you take over?"

"We will have to see what you're suited to. Maybe I'll try you out in a few different positions and see what works." I smirked at my own innuendo. I would definitely be having her in a number of positions.

"Okay."

Sarah showed me a few things. I'd been set up on the IT system and had the CEO email address and access to all files, accounts, contacts for the entire company. I took a quick look at the budgets and balance sheets. It was in the several millions of pounds turnover for each edition of the magazine.

The all hands meeting

It was time. Sarah led me into a conference room. It was immediately apparent this latest escapade was a good idea. Of the 30ish people assembled, only 5 or 6 were men and the vast majority were young, attractive women.

All eyes turned to Sarah and me. There was a definite feeling of apprehension in the air. I'd gotten to the point of never feeling uncomfortable but I did want to quickly establish the new order.

"

Sit down, Sarah.

" Sarah quickly took a seat. The tension in the room ramped up as a complete stranger gave an order to the former boss of the entire company.

"Hi Everyone," I announced to the room, "I'm Ben Barnes, and

I'm running TS magazine now."

I did a quick round of introductions to get some names and figure out what jobs people did.

Once we'd gone around the room, I again addressed the room.

"The next issue is in two weeks, you all know what you're doing so I won't be asking you to make any changes. I'll be getting to know you all and seeing what works well. Sarah isn't going anywhere. I'll be consulting with her regularly. But, let me be clear to you all: I'm in charge. Anything you'd go to Sarah for, you will go to me. If you have any questions or doubts, please come and see me."

"I'll be meeting with the different departments over the next few days. That will be all for now. You can get back to work. I'll ask the writers to stay behind - we are going to go over a few things."

Everyone slowly filed out. I made a note of some of the more attractive employees. There was Carla Caretti, a very young looking brunette who did hair and some makeup for photoshoots that the magazine did and Juliet Johannsen, an editor, a blonde stunner wearing skin tight activewear that revealed an incredibly fit figure.

Once everyone had left, I took a few moments to survey the seven writers that remained seated around the conference room table: one man, Max, dressed incredibly stylishly and six women. The others were: Mel and Maddy who were the newest to the company having just spent six months interning, Aditi, an attractive woman with Indian heritage, Erin, Claire, who was the oldest of the writers and I would've guessed in her late 40s or early 50s, and Bri.

I made sure I had the full attention of all of the writers.

"After this issue, TS will be heading in a new direction under my leadership," I explained, "and that is going to start with you. The magazine, as it is now, has almost no male readers. That's going to change. What sells to men is 'sex' so we're going to be sexing up the magazine."

"Here's an example:

Mel and Maddy: you are both now horny little sex kittens."

I addressed the whole room, "

no one here has any problem with it."

"Stand up here next to me, guys."

As they got up from the table, I got a good look at them. Mel had perfect chocolate skin and was wearing a tight black t-shirt and black pants. She had a tiny waist and was a full head shorter than me. Maddy was the same height, but a bit curvier. She was wearing a sparkling red halter top and skirt. She looked like she belonged in the club more than the workplace. She had a full face of makeup on as well but what caught me most was her bright blue eyes.

Mel joined me on my left and Maddy on my right. The command to get them horny had clearly had an effect because they were even moving more sensuously. All eyes were on the three of us.

"You two are going to write something together. An article about sleeping with your boss: maybe it's for a raise, or just for the fun of it. You'll both be obsessed with getting some first hand experience." I reached out with both hands and grabbed a handful of young ass on both the women. It felt great groping their pert butts.

I gave a firm squeeze of the two rumps. "Understand the assignment?"

"Yes, sir" came the reply from both of them.

"Good," I directed my attention to the writer's still sitting down. "Aditi, Bri, Erin: Do any of you have a boyfriend?" I said as I sent the two youngest back to their seats.