Mr Slevin was a powerful man and always got what he wanted. He owned his own company. He had seen Luke's wife at a work's party and knew immediately that he wanted her.
She was tall, slim and athletic with rounded breasts and hips. She had beautiful long hair and long legs that looked great in her heels. Just the kind of figure that aroused him. He wondered what she would sound like when he pinned her down and took her. She fuelled his fantasies at night as he fucked his own wife and he knew he would bide his time. He would have her.
About four weeks later, he had the opportunity. Luke worked for him on the factory floor and Mr Slevin had organised a Poker night. Three had accepted his personal invite to attend his business penthouse. Paul and John were his right hand men and supervisors in his giant pet product business. Both were single men. Luke had also accepted and felt quite honoured mixing with such company. Mr Slevin's wife was away for the weekend visiting family and this was the perfect time to set his plan in to action.
He ordered booze and finger foods and now all he needed was a hostess for the night. Someone who would look after the needs of his guests and his of course. He smiled wickedly. He knew just the person, Candy...
Candice was a young single mother, in her early twenties and worked in one of his outlet shops. She was massively in debt after the father of her child had heavily spent on credit cards in her name and left her in the lurch. Her partner had decided fatherhood did not suit him after all.
Mr Slevin smiled remembering the encounter. The manager of the shop had already told him she was coming for an interview and presented him with her Carte Viste or CV. He had looked at it and noted her employment history and picture. She was certainly qualified to take up such a position. He was, however, intrigued by her photograph and her story and was never one to miss an opportunity of being with an attractive woman. He told the manager he would interview her alone and for him to mind the shop.
She had arrived on time and was dressed neatly but cheaply in a business suit. She was shown to his private office. She had answered all his questions and had been quite open about the need for this job and the worry of finding herself homeless if she wasn't employed soon. She had subtly flirted with him and he wondered how far she was willing to go to secure long term employment. He told her, he had others to interview and saw her fight the tears welling in her eyes. She was desperate.
He asked, "Candice, how much do you want this job?"
She replied, "Mr Slevin, I need to work, I need to bring money in to pay off the bills coming in. I'll do anything. I have had so many rejections these last weeks."
"What would you be willing to do, if I employed you and gave you an advance?"
Her eyes lit up at the carrot he dangled in front of her. "For instance," he continued casually, "Would you be willing to sleep with me?"
Her mouth dropped open as she digested the question, knowing that her answer could swing the balance in her favour. She looked at him and noted that although he was older than her, he was a very attractive and rich man. She thought of her and her son on the streets. It did not bear thinking of.
She blushed and nodded.
"Would you be willing to sleep with guests of mine?" Mr Slevin's eyes narrowed in on her face waiting for her answer.
Could she? She wondered and again felt the desolation of her predicament. Anything was better than that.
"Yes," she answered softly.
"You do realise, I will use you for sex, whenever I need you." Mr Slevin clarified with her.
Candice blushed again but was surprised to find Mr Slevin's words actually excited her. She felt her tummy flip and her pussy suddenly flood with warmth. She realised, he was turning her on by his candour about sex.
She had heard of such things. Once her ex-boyfriend had called her a sex toy and told her she had a submissive nature. To show her, he had ordered her about and it had been one of the best sex nights of her young life. She had fallen pregnant not long after that and he had lost interest in her. She had often replayed that night in her bed and was unable to resist the urge to self-pleasure.
She blushed again and answered, "Yes, Mr Slevin."
Mr Slevin smiled at her and gave her instructions.
She was to return home and collect all the credit card details of the companies she owed money too and return with them to the office within 1 hour.
He would make token payments on them and then take money from her wages each week to ensure they would receive regular payments.
On her return to the shop, she would leave her panties and bra off and would now be called Candy to fit her new position in his company – A pet shop assistant.
Whenever, he visited the shop, she would ensure that she removed her underwear so he had ready access to her if he so wished.
She nodded again in agreement. Mr Slevin smiled and stood up. "Come here Candy."
She rose and walked over to his desk. He hitched her dress up and put his hands in her panties.
"Well, well, well, little Candice, it seems our little talk has turned you on." He cupped her warm wet sex and felt the pubic hair on her muff. "Hasn't it?"
She nodded, embarrassed.
"I can't hear you Candy." Mr Slevin said sternly.
"Yes, you turned me on Mr Slevin." She replied and blushed again.
He turned her sideways and sat back down in his leather chair. He positioned her in between his legs. One hand played with her muff whilst the other slid down the back of her panties and kneaded her buttocks.
Candy couldn't believe she was standing there with her legs apart as his cool fingers probed her heat. The situation thrilled her and her body responded. Her legs trembled and her breasts and pussy throbbed. She flooded his fingers with her excitement.
He used her natural juices to soak all his fingers, then probed her vaginal and anal entrances. Candy took a sharp intake of breath. He pushed his fingers in and enjoyed the tightness of both channels. As he fingered her in an alternate rhythm, his thumb played with her clitoris.
It didn't take long for Candy to respond. She mewled a little, broke out in a sweat and circled her hips. Mr Slevin growled his encouragement and now knowing what he wanted, she fucked his fingers back, behaving like the good little slut she was.
He played a bit and then bent her over his desk. Candy's heart beat faster in anticipation. He slowly pulled her skirt up her back and her panties down to the tops of her thighs. He massaged her bottom, enjoying her and the glimpses of her hairy pussy and puckered star.
He placed her hands on her cheeks and told her to spread them apart. She did as he asked feeling exposed and vulnerable. He looked at her posing for him, forehead pressed to his desk and decided to photograph the intimate pose with his phone. He could look at her wherever he wanted then. He took a few shots for his private collection.
He felt her again and inserted two fingers in each of her orifices with the same hand.
"Good Girl Candy, fuck my fingers hard till you cum." He kept his fingers still and let her do the work. She moved her body back and forth and as she got used to the rhythm she rode his fingers as hard as she could, breathing hard.
"Do you like this Candy? Do you like a man you just met today putting his hands in your willing little cunt and ass?"
