Catherines Big Day Ch 02

Catherine bounced into the office on a wave of enthusiasm and anticipation. Her promotion interview was just after lunch. She had waited months for this day to come; hours of preparations and hard work, dozens of mock interviews with her loving and supportive husband John. Now it had arrived and she was ready. This was going to be a big day for her, she could feel it.

After a light lunch spent mostly revising her supporting materials, Catherine sat in the foyer outside Dario's office, a little early for her appointment. She was relieved it was Dario and not Jane who was interviewing her. Jane was opaque and hard to read. She was a precise, cold woman, who ruled her department with an iron fist. Her outward coolness was frequently punctured by volcanic rants directed at Finance employees, though she had always been pleasant to Catherine. She'd never have put Jane and Dario together as a couple; even at work socials they rarely talked, but she guessed it worked for them.

With no Jane to negotiate with, she felt she had a pretty good read Dario. She been in the industry for 5 years and was used to self-centred, arrogant men. He was flash, deeply image conscious and money obsessed. In advertising she had to deal with clients like him all the time, and a sprinkling of flattery and fawning always saw you through - you just needed to know how to handle them, and how best to stroke their egos. Dario was no different, and she knew she had the measure of him.

Dario's secretary, Natasha, beckoned her through into his office. The first thing she noticed was that Louisa, the head of HR, was not there. This was unusual as HR always had a rep attending for promotion interviews, and Louisa always insisted on it. Dario swept into the room, hair slicked back, talking quietly into his phone. "I'm about to get started with Cat now, so I need to go." Dario hung up and sat across the table from Catherine. Motioning to the empty chair, "Louisa's been called away on something urgent, and HR don't have anyone else available for this afternoon. Are you happy to keep going or do you want to reschedule?"

Catherine had prepared exhaustively for this moment. She couldn't bear to delay it any longer, especially not over something as trivial as an HR rep being present. "Let's go for it!" she said confidently. Dario smiled. "Ok then, show me what you've got."

They discussed Catherine's many achievements over the past five years in great detail, and Dario asked a number of more-general, competency based questions, something Catherine handled effortlessly, having role-played for hours with John. They'd been talking for almost an hour, and everything was going to plan when Dario let out a deep sigh.

"You're a great candidate Cat, and I can see you've put a lot of effort into this, but i'm not sure this is the right role for you."

Catherine's heart plummeted. "I don't understand. I exceeded all the necessary targets. What more do you need from me?" she sounded exasperated and slightly desperate. It suddenly felt like everything she had worked towards was slipping away, and she didn't understand why.

"The problem, Cat, is that being a Senior Accounts Manager in this firm requires duties that, for all your hard work, I don't think you are capable of. For that reason, I'm leaning towards another candidate for the position."

"Do you mind telling me who you are considering?" Catherine asked.

"Well, for instance I think Rebecca has a strong case." Dario ventured.

Catherine despised Rebecca, as Dario knew only too well. She was barely out of university, didn't know her arse from her elbow as far as marketing was concerned, but she was young, thin and pretty, and that had carried her far. She also played the office game, socialised with the right directors, and was always rolled out as eye candy for public events The prospect of answering to Rebecca, after everything she had worked for, was completely unpalatable.

"What? Rebecca? I don't understand." Catherine said incredulously. "My accounts bring in four times the revenue of hers, and I have far more experience dealing with big clients. Can Rebecca produce the kind of profit I have over the last few years? You know the hours I work. How could I offer more."

Dario smiled like a crocodile as he revealed his intent. "Quite simply Cat, I want you to take me to your house, this afternoon, and you're going to let me fuck you in your bed."

It wasn't just the proposal that took Catherine aback, it was the cold, merciless tone it was delivered in. The warm nature of the rest of the interview evaporated in an instant.

"And what if I say no?" stammered Catherine, her confidence suddenly draining away. "What if I walk out of here, and go to HR?" She said, trying to sound forceful, but was barely masking her panic.

"Well, that's up to you, but it will be your word against mine, and this is my company, so who do you think they'll believe. It sounds like the kind of accusation a bitter employee would throw around after being rejected for a promotion."

Catherine felt boxed-in, "I could just leave... go to a different firm. I'd be attractive to them with my track record." she protested.

"You could try, but I know all top executives at our competitors. I'm afraid I couldn't give you a positive reference." he tailed off, the implication clear; none of the other firms in the city were going to touch her.

"Come on Cat, you're smarter than this. You know who you are up against for this role. I'm seeing Rebecca later this afternoon. She's 25, single and and clearly ambitious. How do you think she will answer the same question? Hell, it'll be like pushing on an open door." he chuckled, then leant over, closer to Catherine "How do you feel about working under Rebecca? I'm sure you might find it difficult at first, but you could adapt in time."

Catherine visibly blanched at the thought, sending a thin smile curling up Dario's lips.

"But let's not be overly negative, you're sitting here because I want you to take this opportunity. I've been keeping a close eye on you for a while. You definitely have the attributes to do the job." Dario tried to sound conciliatory, even as his eyes traced Catherine's cleavage, "It's a lot more money, prestige, a bigger office, nicer car, but above all I know how hard you have worked for this. I don't want you to lose out to someone with less...talent." Now Dario was toying with her ambitions, tempting her with an alluring future.

"But I need someone in this role that I trust completely. Someone that I know will go the extra mile like I will... Do you think you can do that?"

"If I say yes...what exactly do you want?"

Was she really considering this? Sleeping with Dario and cheating on John? The trappings weren't really important, but the prospect of working for Rebecca was horrific. She couldn't countenance that, it would be a humiliation every day. Catherine couldn't see any other escape from the situation. It was a no win scenario, and this felt like Dario's proposal was the only way out of what was rapidly becoming a disaster.

"Okay" Catherine said, quietly. "One time. Then we're done. And you never breathe a word."

Catherine didn't trust him for an instant, but she calculated it wasn't in his best interests to go blabbing. Jane was a fearsome woman, and surely wouldn't be best pleased to find Dario playing away from home. She thought of John and felt sick. But she was already trying to adapt and rationalise. He'd never need to know, and this was one final obstacle to get what she deserved, what she had worked long nights and weekends for.

"Let's go." Dario said firmly. They marched out of his office, past his secretary.

"Tasha, Cat and I are going to see a client at the Marriott. We might take them to dinner so I probably won't be back in today. Oh, could you cancel my 4pm with Rebecca." The secretary shot Catherine a knowing look, as if this was not the first promotion interview she'd witnessed that had ended with such an exit. Catherine blushed and dipped her head, just wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible. And with that, they headed for the car park.

They took separate cars, with Dario following Cat. All the way through the drive home Catherine's mind raced. Was she really going to do this? The idea that she would sleep with someone to secure a job, betraying John in the process, was completely anathema to her. She felt degraded just considering it. But she also felt trapped, between the prospect of working for Rebecca and Dario effectively blocking her from moving on, she didn't have a lot of options. Catherine did what she always did, rationalised the situation and came up with a plan: She'd get Dario inside, get him off as quickly as possible, then send him on his way. She was smart enough to play up to Dario's ego, enough to make him feel that he got what he wanted, and John would never have to know about any of this. She had to just hold her nose and get past it.

Catherine parked up, and a few minutes later Dario arrived alongside her. Conscious of how this might look to the neighbours, Catherine quickly sought to get Dario in the house. They went inside, with Catherine in no mood to dawdle. She just wanted to get this done as quickly as possible, and thus she wasn't in the mood to extend much of a welcome to Dario.

"Let's get this over with," she said curtly, removing her shoes and striding up the stairs. Dario smiled and followed suit. They entered the bedroom and Catherine quickly went to the ensuite to freshen up. When she came out Dario had already stripped down to his underwear. He was in good shape for a man of his age; toned but not insanely ripped. His thighs were thick and muscular, and he clearly looked after himself. Catherine started to feel trepidation now it was her turn. She felt deeply self-conscious as she rolled off her tights, acutely aware that she was carrying more weight around her middle and rear than she wanted, even if John showered her with compliments.

Catherine struggled with the zip for her business dress. It was a bit of a squeeze that morning when John helped her into it, but she was straining now on her own, struggling to get the right angle to release it.

"Did John help you into that this morning?" Dario said, "Then let me help you out of it." Before Catherine had had a chance to respond, Dario moved forward and took the neck of her dress in his large hands, just where the zip was stuck. He flexed his arms and tore the dress open, right down the seam of the zip. The force of the tearing sent a shudder through Catherine's ample flesh. The tattered remains of the outfit fell to the floor round Catherine's ankles.

Catherine felt incredibly exposed, now standing just in her bra and pants. She turned to confront Dario over the dress, but he moved in close. Catherine tried to be forceful, but Dario handled her comfortably. Before she could say a word he put his hands firmly on her shoulders, using his 8 inch height advantage. His weight and strength stopped her in her tracks. Dario greedily eyed her curves as he gently pressured her shoulders down, encouraging her to kneel in front of him. Catherine, realising a blow job was always going to be part of the deal, got on her knees at Dario's feet.

The bulge made it quite apparent what was awaiting Catherine when she reached out and slowly pulled down Dario's briefs, but it was still a shock when it was staring her in the face. Dario's cock was pretty enormous, even when soft. It was plenty long, but thicker than any she'd ever seen. It was twice as thick as her husband's, and she was unsure how she was going to handle it when it was hard. His balls were large and heavy and hung low. Catherine gingerly took the cock in her hand and slowly wanked it back and forth, pulling back the hood of foreskin to reveal a bulbous, purple head. She continued stroking, feeling him harden and watching his balls shake with every twist of her wrist. Dario's cock grew to an intimidating size in her hand, and she could barely circle it with her thumb and finger.

Dario stepped forward, pushing his cock head into her mouth. She used her lips to peel back his heavy, veiny foreskin, running her tongue around the rim of his glans as his head swelled in her mouth. His taste and scent were strong, and she soon built up a rhythm bobbing up and down on his shaft as it grew in her hands. As his thick meat became fully stiff, Catherine had to rotate between wanking and sucking, as she struggled to handle his girthy cock. She pulled his foreskin back with one hand and lightly circled his exposed head with her free hand, applying more and more pressure. Dario groaned and jerked slightly with pleasure.

The next time Catherine had Dario's cock in his mouth, he drew her head closer, forcing his cock further into her throat. Catherine gagged, struggling to deal with his thickness. Undeterred, Dario started rhythmically thrusting his cock into her mouth. With his hands firmly holding her head in place, there was no respite for Catherine. She gurgled noisily as she cupped his balls in her hand, rotating and squeezing them, drawing appreciative moans and grunts from Dario. Catherine could barely handle his cock at a slow pace, but now that Dario was facefucking her she couldn't cope, drool spilling out and down onto her breasts, lending them a slick sheen. A few more thrusts and Catherine backed away, coughing and spluttering.

"I can't take you all in my mouth, you tosser." She exclaimed. "Why not?" Dario shot back. "Because your too fucking big," she protested, tailing off quietly. Dario just smiled leerily at her. He was clearly used to this kind of reaction, and it only seemed to encourage him.

"Ok, enough nonsense. Get on your hands and knees on the bed, I want to see that hairy fanny."

Catherine climbed on the bed and buried her head in the sheets, with her arse in the air, exposing everything Dario wanted. Large, warm hands spread her cheeks, and a tongue gently started flicking her clit, gently at first, then firmer, as it circled around under her hood. The tongue soon moved up to her labia, rolling her lips between his, working up and down both sides. A firm finger was soon working her clit, rubbing lightly but quickly as she became swollen. The tongue, so gentle and attentive up to now, started darting in and out of her pussy, now slick with her excitement.

Suddenly the it pulled back, and Catherine couldn't contain a groan in protest, only to be met by a firm, punishing smack of a hand across her arse. Her red cheeks were quickly parted by two thick fingers slowly sliding into her pussy, curving up to rub near her g-spot, all the while her clit was never neglected, with a thumb now firmly circling her. Another finger was added, then another. Four fingers, probing and stretching, filling her sopping pussy. Catherine moaned loudly; between the fingering and the thumb strumming her swollen clit she was getting close. The fingers thrust faster and harder. Another hand reached round to cup her breast, squeezing and holding before rolling her nipple gently between two fingers. She couldn't take much more, but she lacked the strength to stop him.

She shifted her hips, trying to draw away to prevent her climax, but the hands kept her firmly in place. The tongue, absent for what seemed like an age, started flicking and circling her arsehole. Catherine battle to remain detached in the face of the skillful rimming, a request frequently desired by John, but one she never granted as she thought it was disgusting. Now, battling hard to hold back her appreciation, Catherine enjoyed the unfamiliar sensations.

The fingering, licking, strumming and fondling started to take their toll, and Catherine was seconds from a noisy climax. "Oh fuck, i'm going to cum," she whispered, almost sounding exasperated at Dario's skill and ability to get her to that point so quickly. This admission brought proceedings to a quick stop. Catherine moaned in disapproval, but Dario clearly didn't care. "You cum when I tell you you can," he scolded. "I want my cock inside you."

With that, Catherine, realising her pleasure was clearly a secondary concern, slowly raised herself up off the bed. Dario stood a few feet away, cock still hard and wet from her earlier handiwork.

"If it makes you feel better you can take those off," Dario said, pointing to her wedding and engagement rings. Catherine murmured, "probably for the best," slipped them off, and placed them on the dresser. For a moment she felt like this lessened the guilt and burden of what she was about to do, but deep down she knew she was just kidding herself. A flash of anger shot through her as she was confronted with the reality and consequences of what she was doing. Her rings were tarnished already, with every slurp of the cock that stuffed her mouth full. She turned her frustration towards Dario.

"If we're going to do this, then you can put a fucking condom on," Catherine spat fiercely at him. "No," said Dario, firmly, but assuredly, "you can put it on." He tossed the wrapped condom to Catherine. Magnum XL. It was one of those condoms schoolgirls used to snicker at in the chemists, so outlandish they seemed. She tore it out of it's foil packet and motioned towards Dario's cock. "No Cat...please use your mouth." he requested, in a tone that was clear he was not really asking. "Do you really want this job?" Catherine knew any refusal at this stage would render her previous indignities worthless, so she reluctantly pressed on. She opened her mouth wide, with the large condom between her lips, and maneuvered the ring over his swollen head. She took it as far as she could, then and rolled the rest down by hand. Catherine felt indignant that she had to perform a prostitute's party trick. Dario smiled slyly with satisfaction.

He lay back on Catherine and John's bed, looking perfectly relaxed, clearly enjoying himself. It was becoming obvious that this was not the first time Dario had defiled a wife's marital bed. Catherine steeled herself and joined him. She slowly straddled Dario, spitting in her hand and rubbed it all over her pussy and Dario's cock head, She felt a twinge of shame as she realised she was already quite wet and didn't need the extra lubrication. Then she carefully, slowly eased him inside her, pressing down on his chest to give her as much control as possible over Dario and his dick. He was so thick, she struggled at first, but the shallow penetration helped her cope. She was determined to keep Dario on his back and as contained as she could.

After 10 minutes in the saddle, Catherine felt in charge. It was pleasurable, but not too intense, and she had succeeded in using her weight and strength to keep Dario at arms reach. She was about to fake a climax to try and bring it all to an end when her plan started to unravel. Dario reached up and took Catherine's hands from his chest and squished them against her tummy, pushing her upright and back onto his cock. Immediately, Catherine lost her leverage and control, and Dario took full advantage. Her tits jiggled freely as he started to rotate his hips, stretching her fanny and thrusting his thickness much further inside.

Catherine looked down, beads of sweat ran down her shaking breasts and her thighs were reddened. She felt flushed and a little dizzy. Sex with John was usually over by now, and never as demanding as this. She found herself panting and gasping as Dario increased the depth and speed of his thrusts. He was now in control and she wasn't strong enough to reassert herself. She tried to break her hands free but that simply brought immediate punishment. Clasping her hands to her soft belly with one hand, Dario used his other to maul and slap at her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples.

Catherine gradually lost ground in her battle to stave off the inevitable. She'd never had a cock that deep inside her, nor one that stretched her like this. The sensations his thickness caused her were just too strong, too unfamiliar, and she found herself seething through her teeth as Dario ground a burning, bitter orgasm out of her. Despite all her attempts to stifle it she hissed and let out a low moan. He felt her tighten around his shaft and a look of glee spread across his face, only encouraging him to pump harder, wanting to deny her the dignity of masking her pleasure.