Ok, so I'd been a little pushy in life. So what? I'm a woman and I work in a business that is mostly men and men don't really want to work with women. They only see them as someone to compromise and then fuck. What's it that they say at the office? "If you want to shut her up just stick your dick in her," or something like that.
So I was pushy, bossy, bitchy, whatever you want to call it, and it worked. My division was one of the best in the company and I got promoted through position or salary for every year going on ten years running.
I was married once, but it was a disaster. Mel was not very assertive he allowed me to walk all over him and then ended up being gay. A fact I discovered when I came home early from a road trip and found him bound to the bed with three morbidly obese men fucking the shit out of him. Since then I've taken several lovers, but none of these adventures were much better than Mel.
In fact, I would say that the best sex I have is the sex I have with myself, stimulating my clit while reading dirty stories on the internet.
And then came Calvin. He came to the firm as a temp and was so good that I had him assigned as my personal assistant which was a double plus on account of the fact that we did not have to pay for his benefits such as insurance and retirement, making my profit and loss situation better than ever.
Unfortunately, or, rather, eventually fortunately, things did not work out with Cal. It all started with a small indiscretion just before the Thanksgiving holiday. We had an office party that Wednesday at lunch and I must admit I probably had a few too many drinks, causing me to drop my guard a bit.
Cal was flirting with me as he always did in that subtle way some men manage wherein the flirting was more about brown-nosing than anything else.
Anyway, Cal wanted to know what I was doing after the party and so I told him that I was headed to the beach for a bit of sun. He made some comment about following me just so he could see what I looked like in a bikini.
In a moment of drunken boldness I laughed and told him that he might just as well join me. I bet him that he'd quit looking at me as soon as the first pretty young thing in a bikini walked by—"And I want you to know that you have my permission to go for it," I assured him.
I knew as soon as the words left my mouth that I might be making a mistake, but when he took me up on my offer I was secretly happy and by two that afternoon there we were side-by-side on the beach.
Up until that point in my life I had been fairly conservative so the bikini I was wearing was not in the least bit revealing. Cal, on the other hand, wore a tight fitting Speedo that accentuated his rather huge penis. So it was he who was garnering all the stares not me. Even so, he was a real gentleman about it. When women would come around to hit on him he'd quickly turn to me as if he and I were a twosome.
I have to admit that this really impressed me, but not nearly as much as that huge package beneath that Speedo. Anyway, by 5pm the sun was starting to go down and I was starting to feel the effects of all the alcohol I had consumed that afternoon.
As we made our way to the car, it was obvious to both of us that I was too drunk to drive. Being the gentleman that he is Calvin offered to take the wheel and as we started off back to the office he slid his hand into mine. Then at the first stop light he turned to me and without warning kissed me full on the mouth.
His boldness caught me off guard, but the thrill of feeling his body close to mine stopped me from saying anything. In fact, if anything, I was emboldened to up the ante so I leaned against him and let my hand wander to his thigh. I ran it up and down his thigh muscle until I could not resist moving it further up his crouch, finally resting it against his quickly-hardening phallus. As soon as I touched his member he took a free hand, swung it around my shoulder and pulled my body to him.
Of course, I'd been in enough front-seat car scenarios to know what he was looking for and I was just drunk enough to ramp it up another notch. So I tugged at the tops of his swim trunks pulling them down over his now-fully engorged cock which popped out at me like a huge jack-in-box. I had never seen a cock so big and thick and chocolate. And, as god as my witness, I could not have stopped myself from fondling it even if my mother and father had been watching over my shoulder.
Within moment I slid down in the seat slipping the bulbous head between my lips and sinking down on that monster as far as I could. Calvin moaned and placed his hand on my head, taking control he grabbed a hank of hair and started pistoning my head up and down his huge member.
For a few precious moments I let him force his cock into the back of my throat. As I fought the gag impulse he would pull my head back and then plunge it back again until, finally, he let out a huge groan and released what seemed like a ton of cum into my throat. Swallowing as fast as I could I sucked and sucked until he pulled my head away, streaking my lips with the last of his seed.
When I looked up I saw we were back at the office. I had to pee by that time and he went inside with me and waited while I went to the restroom and then directed me to one of the conference rooms where he lifted me up onto a desk, pulled down my bikini bottoms and started fingering my quim.
His fingers were magic instantly locating the button of my clit gently teasing it while other digits wandered through the folds of my labia then plunged into the depths of my abyss. Without warning he then lowered his head and began licking my sex with a fervor I had never felt before. His ministrations soon had me leaking copious amounts of fluid which collected on the desk beneath me.
I had never been this wet. Then just as I was about to cum he stopped completely and pulled away. "No," I cried, "don't stop." "Ah, but I must," he explained backing away. "No," I pleaded, "fuck me, suck me, finger me, I'm so close please make me cum." "I'm sorry, but I can't," he calmly replied as he pulled my bottoms back up over my naked bum." Now, I was angry. "No. Make me cum! You must! Please! Do it or else!" "Or else what?" He laughed. "Or else I'll fire you!" I howled in desperation. I didn't really mean it. It was just that the intensity of what was happening inside me demanded a completion. "No you won't," he laughed, "that would be stupid. Besides I'd rather watch you pleasure yourself." And with that comment he took my hand and put it on my muff all the while looking me right in the eye.
"C'mon Lois, let me see you get yourself off." Something in the way he said it. Something in the way he was looking at me, made me avert my eyes and begin madly fingering myself.
Soon enough a warmth began to creep from my stomach to a place deep inside my womb and before I knew it I was writhing in the throes of one of the deepest orgasms I had ever experienced. As soon as I calmed down I turned to look at him. His eyes were laughing at me and the corners of his mouth were turned up in a sort of sneer.
"Just like I thought," he said. "A little whore."
And then he turned and left.
I wanted to run after him. I wanted to hit him, to force him to take off his clothes and fuck me, but I could not find the strength. He was right. I'm a little whore. His little whore.
Even so, by the next morning I was more than a little pissed at his arrogance. After all he was just a temporary employee lucky to have a job under someone as successful as myself. So what if he had a large cock and a hot body to match? I was the boss and he'd crossed a line. And I suppose it was those thoughts that caused me to ask to have him replaced.
I guess I'll never forget that afternoon when he got the news. He came in my office and told me that I would regret this day.
"And don't you think I'm through with you yet. You little whore."
I scoffed at the comment.
"Well Calvin if you don't have anything else to say then I suppose you should leave because unlike you—I still have important work to do."
"Sure. I'll leave I just wanted you to know that before I'm through with you I'll have you pissing in public."
"Gross Cal, now leave before I call security." He got up and walked to my desk placed his palms on the edge and leaned towards me.
"Mark my words pet. You're going to be my little whore one day. I'm going to control everything in your life. And one day, my little bitch, cock sucking whore I'm going to make you piss yourself in front of every one who works here."
I leaned towards him and laughed in his face.
"Yeah, well in the meantime maybe you ought to start looking for a job. Now get the hell out of here."
He held my gaze for a second and then lifted his hand as if he were about to strike me.
"You're going to be a great submissive Lois. I'm looking forward to dominating you."
And then he turned and left.
I can't say that I forgot about him after that. In fact, all I did was think about him—especially on those nights when I would finger myself while perusing the internet. I would imagine that he was the man in the stories. I even went so far as to purchase a huge black dildo as a sort of substitute for that large cock that I had sucked, all the while wishing he had fucked me so I would know what it felt like.
Imagine my surprise then when six months later he came back to the firm as the senior consultant for one of our biggest clients.
The tension in our first meeting was so thick that I screwed up a few of the quotes and generally made such a mess with things that the client was beginning to lose faith in me. Realizing that I was about to blow a very big deal for the firm, I decided to call a truce and asked Cal to go to dinner with me so that we could discuss our differences in a way that would help us work together.
I dressed for the occasion in my usual way silk blouse beneath a business suit with a long pleated skirt that went down to the tops of my knees. Underneath I wore a conservative bra and white cotton panties.
Calvin was waiting for me at the restaurant and did not get up for me when I arrived.
