Rewarded Ch 15

This work is inspired by "My Reward" by Azil. Special guest appearance by McMartin.

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Sharon was getting on well in her new position as Rhianna's assistant (and her old one whenever I felt like going over to fuck her while Rhianna continued conversing with her while she kept typing or making phone calls while impaled and moaning on my dick). Now that she wasn't right out my door all the time, she was probably getting fucked less in the office than before, as I instead enjoyed the thrill of having a new assistant to fuck every day. She was getting it more at home now; I had power duplicate all my stuff so I was comfortably moved into the Prince house (I still called them the Prince family to distinguish from mu original family, even though Sharon had taken my name).

The company had grown by leaps and bounds due to Michelle's leadership and my incentive structure having driven business through the roof (sex sells might be a slogan in advertising, but sex motivates advertisers too). We were doing so well that Michelle and many other executives had bought new houses, and even the assistants had upgraded their cars. I actually had to tone things down a little as we had almost monopolized the advertising business in the area.

Sarah was well aware of this and was still after me for a car, but both Charlie and I put our feet down, telling her to get a part time job and earn it (though we were planning to help if we saw she was serious). With the weather improving, Sarah started bringing Ben to the pool (Yukiko seemed to have managed to set him up with Sarah) as well as some other friends, which meant more time with Yukiko for me. She finally came clean to Sarah (who was not at all shocked) about us.

A few weeks after the wedding, on the way to the office, it struck me that I didn't have any women chasing after me now that I had married Sharon, was dating Yukiko, and had my custom made secretary to fuck (on some days I might have to 'convince' her to have sex with me, but that was all just a game). I thought it might be amusing if every (attractive) woman I met today wanted to have their way with me, becoming horny as soon as I said hello, the attraction growing steadily stronger as we talked. I remembered how that usually went on TV and limited it to a reasonable level, and made sure I could say no (I didn't need anyone trying to axe murder me if I didn't fuck them).

I set this all up as I pulled out of Beth's driveway after fucking her over her table while Melissa ate breakfast. I stopped off at a gas station and went right inside (Power ensured my tank was always full) to 'pay'/see if I could get lucky. "Hello, I just need 10 gallons, on number 3," I said to the 60 year old lady behind the counter. I wasn't interested in her, so she just took my money and rang me up. I was about to leave when a young mechanic in baggy coveralls, covered in oil, came in from the attached garage, wiping her hands clean. Her hair was dirty blonde, tied in a messy ponytail, some of the hair slipping out of the tie and hanging limply free. Her body, though concealed in a baggy outfit, was clearly rounded and firm as far as I could tell. She ignored me as she went behind the counter to get something.

"Hi," I said to her nonchalantly, just to see how potent my voice was. As soon as I spoke, she set the parts she had come for down on the counter and turned to look at me with a glint in her eyes.

"Hiya, honey, how ya doin'?" she said happily, leaning over the counter in an attempt to look sexy that was ruined by her baggy outfit. The old lady looked up in surprise; I get the feeling she was not usually friendly with customers.

"Do you have any motor oil?" I asked the girl. The old lady started to respond for her, but before she could even point the mechanic hopped the counter, took my hand, and walked me over to the oil display.

"See, we have all kinds. There's 10w30, and... and all the other kinds." she said, starting to point them all out but realizing I hadn't said what I needed. She looked at me with hungry eyes. "I'm sure we've got what you need," she said, looked intently into my eye and bending over slightly, trying to draw my eyes to her but continuing to fail due to her outfit.

"I'll just go check what I need...," I replied, pointing to the door and making as if I was going to go out to my car. She grabbed my hand to stop me and brought it to her face, sticking a finger in her mouth and lightly sucking it.

"Wanda, I'm going to take my break now," she called to the other woman offhand, taking my finger out and guiding it to her coveralled breast. Wanda wanted to object but instead just said "Sure, Phyllis, but don't be too long" while looking puzzled at her own response.

Phyllis grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down, kissing me hard, stroking and caressing my back and ass before bringing her hands around to my crotch and lowering the zipper. She fell to her knees and lowered my pants, my cock hitting her in the face as she pulled down my trousers. She slammed me against the shelf, oil bottles going everywhere, and took my sick all the way into her mouth immediately. "Watch the merchandise!!" Wanda yelled, caring only for the destroyed shelving and not the public fellatio. I was so turned on from getting a blown in the back of a gas station shop by an overall clad mechanic desperate to have me, while other customers continued to mill about like nothing was happening, that I came quickly in her mouth.

Phyllis looked disappointed. "Guess ah sucked you a little too good, honey," she said ruefully, standing up and swallowing. A bit escaped and dripped down her chin.

"We aren't done yet," I replied. I grabbed the front of her overalls and pulled, the closure coming apart easily and the entire thing ripping in two to the waist as Wanda cried out in shock from the front, exposing Phyllis' bra-covered tits, nipples trying to poke holes through the cups. I let the tatters fall down to pool around her legs, and removed her bra with a quick yoink, then leaned in to give the erect nipples a few licks. It was too bad she dressed like she did; she was actually quite pretty, and I think she could have had her pick of the town is she tried. I cupped her hairy panty-clad crotch (not everyone can be clean shaven, especially if they aren't expecting action) as she pressed her breast into my mouth, pushing a finger into her hot pussy, her panties exploding out of the way at the slightest touch of my questing finger. It was very tight, but she was wet enough that I entered easily, playing with her clit for a moment before sliding into her fuckhole.

"I need to hurry, so turn around," I told her forcefully. She was smiling as she saw that my cock was fully erect and ready for more action. She quickly turned around, stepping out of the remains of the ruined overalls, and put her hands on the shelf, sticking her large, shapely ass out at me. A customer came over and reached in between her legs to pick up one of the fallen bottles of oil without so much as a glance at the naked, bent over girl getting ready to be fucked right next to them.

"Oh yeah honey," she said as she reached behind, opening her pussy lips. My cock slowly entered the tight, warm sheath, and Phyllis sighed with contentment as I slid in to the hilt, wiggling her ass as I hit bottom. "Now give it to me hard." I pulled out slow, then pushed back in fast, drawing a surprised yelp from her, then a moan. "Yeah, that's right honey. That's the way. Do it honey!" she encouraged, pushing back at me. I slammed hard into her several times, and she was cumming hard and loud after just a few strokes. I pounded her through her orgasm and she came again, even louder. Wanda (hands automatically working as she watched us open mouthed) kept ringing people up as they shopped as normal, though her eyes were locked on our rutting forms throughout. Phyllis hole eagerly milked me through several more orgasms until the constant contractions had me spraying inside her.

I pulled out as my pants zipped themselves up, Phyllis' underwear reassembling itself from the taters that had spread over the floor, bra reforming on her inch by inch, gradually lifting and supporting her as it hid them from my view. Her coveralls slithered back up over her body, gradually concealing her form again as the clothed rip zipped back up from her navel to her neck, though leaving her with that disheveled look that let you knew she had just been fucked (I thought it made her look sexy so I kept the cleaning just to the sweat and cum). The shelf righted itself, oil bottles flying back into place like a reversed video, another customer actually picking one out of mid air like it was nothing. Wanda shot me a dirty look as I was leaving the store, but Phyllis blew me a kiss as she grabbed her parts off the counter and headed back the garage. "Come on back if you ever need more... oil... ya hear?" Phyllis called as I left.

One would think that I could make it the couple minutes to the office without incident, but it wasn't going to be that kind of day. Suddenly there were sirens and flashing lights behind me. I was surprised, since Power usually means I don't have to worry about tickets.

"What's going on?" I asked, turning to the passenger seat where Power appeared after pulling over.

"You asked to be seduced by any attractive women you meet today, therefore I am not preventing you from meeting them," Power replied, before vanishing again.

I looked out the window as a cop walked up and knocked, indicating I should roll it down. An amazonian female trooper was standing there, her uniform tight but clearly for function and not form, and she leaned down to look in my window. The nametag above her badge identified her as Officer Andersen.

"Good morning, sir," she said politely as cops do, "may I see your license, please?"

I handing her the license, which she inspected. "Of course, what's the problem officer?" I asked. As I spoke, her gaze snapped to me, no longer caring about the ID.

"You were doing 50 in a 35 zone," she replied, looking me over a bit too hard.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I must have missed a sign," I said apologetically.

"Sir, step out of the car please," she said with a hint of edge in her voice. "Turn and lay face down on the hood, palms flat," she ordered when I did. "Hose I have a code 552," she added into her radio (performing a pat down on a cooperating suspect possibly carrying a concealed weapon, Power provided).

"I'm sorry, officer is there a problem?" I asked nervously as I assumed the position.

"Do you have anything on your person I should be aware of, sir?" she asked. I shook my head no. She began patting me down quickly, before reaching my waist, and instead of proceeding down while avoiding it, took a good feel of my ass, then reached around to my crotch, feeling my bulge through my pants. "Sir, you are carrying something in your pants," she said as she felt me getting hard under her hand. "Turn around, slowly, and show it to me. No sudden movements."

I stood up, hands still in the air, and turned around. Officer Andersen was standing there looking impatient, and I lowered my hands to my pants and unzipped my fly. My dick popped out, only half hard due to my earlier nervousness. She grabbed it, and I got fully hard instantly. She licked her lips.

She pushed me hard back over the hood, throwing me onto my back, my stiff rod pointed proudly upright through my fly. She carefully unhitched her belt (with her gun strapped to it) and set it to the side where I couldn't reach it, then unzipped her own pants and pulled them down quickly along with her panties, leaving her naked from the waist down. "I'll let you off with a warning this time in exchange for some community officer servicing," she said, then got on top of me and lined me up, thrusting down on me hard while holding my hands to the hood above my head with one hand and covering my mouth with the other. She rode me like that, not letting me speak or move, riding up and down on my dick, moaning and groaning. I wanted to reach up to grab her boobs, to release them from confinement in her brown blouse and what had to be a sports bra, but she pushed me down harder when I tried to move, her position causing her clothed boobs to nearly hit me in the face as her hips drove up and down on me with powerful thrusts. Officer Andersen was totally unconcerned with traffic passing us by or my own pleasure as she worked me in and out of herself faster and faster. She came with one last hard push against me, driving me into her hard, her body locking up in pleasure and her grips on me tightening, her hand on my mouth pinching my face hard enough to hurt a little.

After a minute of watching her breathing hard, her clothed boobs going up and down with her deep breaths, badge jangling lightly, she finally let go of me. I hadn't cum.

"Watch for signs, Mr. Mallory," she said as she got off me. Her clothing began redressing her, pants flowing around her as if made of water, gun belt flying securely back into place. I kind of liked how she took charge, but not how I couldn't really do anything but lay there, and I was unhappy I hadn't gotten off. I thought about going after her to fix that but decided to leave it be. I wanted them desperate to fuck; I never specified desperate to get me off.

When I got to the office, a pair of people were in the lobby waiting for a meeting with Valley (Valeria), one of our business managers. One was Erasmus Henderson, of Henderson & Lowe, which had been the hottest ad agency in the area before everything happened at our company. He had contacted us to see if we'd be interested in a merger; they were one of the companies about to go under and were looking to be saved. I didn't particularly like him, and made no attempt to pretend otherwise.

It wasn't Erasmus I took notice of, though; I did my best not to, in fact. With him was a tall, coolly elegant woman in her mid-thirties, whom I had never seen before. "This is Claudia Brennan, from Lone Star Bank," said Erasmus introducing us. "We thought it would be good if she joined us for this meeting." That meant Henderson was in deeper trouble than I thought. His bank had assigned him a monitor; he might be one phone call away from done.

Claudia stood about 5'11", with a lean figure that was perfectly complemented by the severe lines of her business suit, a grey jacket over a white blouse and knee length skirt, no frills. She was consummately professional with short brown hair, blue-green eyes that saw through bullshit, and Gucci low heels. I was hard again instantly as we shook hands and exchanged hellos, noting her looking me over appreciatively. As Valley walked around the corner, I waved her off. She raised an eyebrow but didn't argue (despite this being totally outside my area), and headed back to her desk looking relieved and pulling down her panties, no doubt planning to have her assistant eat her out now that she had time.

I escorted the two of them to one of the conference rooms, Henderson mistakenly taking it as a good sign I was meeting with them instead of Valley. "Would you like some coffee?" I asked Claudia, basically ignoring him as I sat down. I saw her breathing get faster as I did. "Could we have some coffee in here?" I asked into the intercom, not waiting for a response.

"Erasmus, could you leave us for a few minutes? I think Tom and I ought to... talk... privately for a few minutes before starting the meeting." said Claudia; I think I was the only one who caught the brief hitch in her voice. Henserson protested; Claudia shot him a scathing look (she must not like him either) and after I nodded my head toward the door refusing to save him, he was gone. This woman held his fate in her hands, so he was only too anxious to please her and practically ran out of the room.

When he was gone, she moved toward me, getting right up close and leaning down over my chair, back arched. "I think I sense something in you, Tom, and I want you to know that I'm feeling exactly the same," she said, putting her arms around me, pulling me up to kiss her, at first lightly on the lips, then opening her mouth to insert her tongue when I did not pull back. "I've never done anything like this," she added, stepping back, pulling off her jacket, and beginning to unbutton her blouse.

"Neither have I," I replied (not entirely truthfully), watching the unveiling as I worked at undoing my own clothing. I was buck-naked by the time Claudia's bra was off, as she was taking care to neatly fold her clothes in anticipation of needing to look proper again when we were done, while I had just thrown my clothing on the floor in a rush. "Let me do the rest," I offered gallantly. I put my arms around her and pulled her close for another deep kiss, her breasts pressing into my chest, my hands roaming all over her back and down to her firm ass, feeling her through the gray twill of her skirt and finding the button in the back. Her skirt was soon on the floor; she was too far gone now to care about wrinkles.

Her hand grabbed my cock, stroking it and my balls. I fondled her ass, still encased in white silk panties, then slipping a hand under them to cup her crotch, drawing a gasp from her. "We don't have much time," she said as she pulled off her panties daintily. I looked at her body appreciatively, lingering on the small breasts and the flat belly leading down to a full but neatly trimmed thatch. Her long shapely legs were encased is sheer white stockings, emphasizing her finely muscled thighs.

"There's always time to do the job right," I replied, pushing her lightly onto the edge of the conference table and making to kneel down.

"We don't have time for that," she said again, pulling me back up as she got up on the table, spreading her legs. "I don't need romance. I need your dick in me now," she added, grabbing me and guiding my cock to her entrance. I entered her quickly and we embraced for a long kiss as I sunk in and began to fuck her. She was very turned on, and her nylon-clad heels were soon locked around my waist, urging me to fuck her harder and faster. The table shook as we thrust our hips at each other.

An intern (he was new, so I didn't know his name) came in quietly and placed a couple coffees on the table before leaving, not sparing a glance at our writhing bodies. Despite the table shaking from our activity, the coffee cups were undisturbed. The only sounds in the room for the next several minutes were our grunts of exertion and passion and the loud slurping sounds of my cock entering and exiting Claudia's wet cunt.

Claudia was working to keep it down (though of course she needn't worry; no one who worked here would get anything done if sex noises bothered them) and if she said any words between restrained moans I couldn't make them out. I was driving into her, her hips pushing back at me, as we both felt our imminent orgasm. I pulled her close and slammed down into her as hard as I could as her pussy gripped my cock tightly as she came, and I shot deep into her, all the harder for having been blueballed by the cop earlier. It wasn't a noisy orgasm, she just whimpered louder, tensed slightly, and then went totally limp on me, biting her lip to hold in anything else.

"I guess we ought to let Erasmus come back in," she said, after she had caught her breath. She pulled off my still hard dick and got down (not noticing she was magically cleaned up and redressed before her feet hit the floor).

"I take it you don't think too highly of your client?" I asked.

"The guy's a half-wit," she snorted as she tried straighten her stockings and skirt (not that she needed to), giving me a great view of her shimmying ass in the process. She sat down and took a sip of her still perfectly hot coffee.