Reginald Cox polished his glasses with his shirt, then he pushed aside the pile of unfinished paperwork on his desk, clearing a sight line so he could eyefuck the beautiful young woman who had just sat down in his cramped little office. She was sobbing, which had always made Reggie hard. When she dabbed tears from her eyes, hoping her make up wasn't running, the old man was nearly blinded by the diamond engagement ring glittering on her hand. It was clearly a "statement piece."
So was she.
Rebecca Gray was without a doubt the finest little snow bunny he had ever seen. She was simply peerless. Flawless. Exquisite. A spectacular beauty in the full flower of her womanhood. She was not just pretty; she was the prettiest woman in every room she had ever been in. She was the kind of beautiful that can break your heart; she was beautiful like a dream of home. Becky's face was so angelic and pure, her smile so warm and open, her eyes so lively and innocent, that she made the perfect camouflage; to disappear, all any woman needed to do is stand next to her.
Reginald Cox was the outgoing Chief Accountant at The Richard White Financial Group, or "The White Group," as it was known to every employee except for three: Dewayne, Latoya and Reggie. They called it something else. But Reggie wasn't thinking about any of that. His attention was riveted to the gorgeous young brunette in front of him, her ample bosom rising and falling as she struggled to compose herself.
Becky was his employee, having reported to him ever since she joined The White Group as a junior accountant. But after four years under Mr. Cox's expert tutelage, she looked to him as more than a manager. She looked to him as a father figure, a wise and respected elder, a friend and mentor, someone who could take her under his wing and put her on the path to success. When she got engaged nine months ago, Mr. Cox was the first person she told other than her immediate family. She had come bounding into his office to share the good news with him. He hadn't been quite as enthusiastic as she was, but Becky knew the old man could be grumpy at times. It didn't bother her. She found his moodiness charming -- Mr. Cox reminded her of her crusty old grandfather.
They were at opposite ends of their careers: the eager twenty-five year old was fresh out of a Master's program, still learning how to do accounting work in the real world, while old man Cox's career was in the ninth inning. He was like a relic from a past age. He kept an abacus on a shelf in his office and he used to joke that it was what they used when he first joined the firm. He was set to retire into emeritus status at the end of the year, but mentally he had already checked out. Instead of reviewing loan documents, he spent his days gambling on sports online, searching Web MD for the cause of his latest malady and memorizing every porn video in the Dogfart catalogue. As he stared at this weepy young woman through wolf's eyes, he began to see a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to mix business with pleasure. From day one, Reggie had wanted to get in this bitch's pants. This was his chance.
Reggie had been dreaming about wetting his dick in the wide-eyed ingenue since the day she arrived for her interview. But Becky never showed any interest in him. She was always strictly professional, draping herself in those fashionable business suits with the long skirts that covered her skin, but were tight enough to show off her firm ass and thighs. She didn't dress for male attention. She was happy to consider herself a taken woman. But despite her modest attire on most days, the sinfully built body that she poured into those business suits guaranteed that she would draw eyeballs to her. He flipped through the dust-covered files on his desk as he listened to the young woman blubber.
"I just don't know what to do, Mr. Cox. I mean, Kyle and I have put so much money into this business, we could lose everything."
Reggie was not surprised by the young couple's misfortune. He had foreseen it. Six months ago, Becky and her fiancé had gone to Chairman and CEO Dick White, Jr. himself asking for a business loan. The White Group is in the business of making business loans. It is a venture capital firm. But this proposal was unusual because Becky is an employee; besides this was not just a business deal. This was personal for her, which is why she had taken the proposal directly to the firm's venerable namesake. Kyle, her fiancé, had an idea for a new start up internet company and needed cash to buy servers and finish coding the e-commerce portal. Mr. White told her that, athough the proposal appears to have merit, he would need the accounting team to crunch the numbers and carry out some due diligence. To that end, Mr. White asked Reggie to assign the matter to one of his staff accountants. Since Becky had a confiict of interest and could not review her own proposal, Reggie assured the CEO that he would handle the matter personally.
He was so pleased with this turn of events that he didn't even flinch when Dick White said, "Thank you, Dewayne." Reggie had worked at the White Group since Dick White, Sr. was running the show -- back when Jr. was still sucking his wet nurse's teat. He knew better than to expect even the most basic courtesy from either of them. He had been Chief Accountant for the past 20 years and he was still lucky if they didn't toss him a set of keys and ask him to park their car.
With nearly a half century of experience under his sizable belt, it didn't take Reggie long to see that it was a sound proposition. For a young buck, Kyle was a surprisingly savvy entrepreneur and Becky's accounting acumen helped ensure the project would be profitable. The only thing wrong was that their business model projected a payoff in six months, whereas a more realistic timetable would be a year. That day, the horny old widower hatched a plan to trap his sexy young protégé. Reggie's wife had passed away six years ago and the last time he got laid must have been six years before that. He was a virgin on their wedding night -- as was the custom in those bygone days -- and he had never been with any woman other than his wife, God rest her soul. He had never so much as kissed a white woman or touched a pair of pretty white tits. He was old enough to remember a time when a boy could get himself hung for less. But that was then. This was his time now.
"Well, looking through your file, Becky, it shows the loan comes due today."
He knew perfectly well that the loan came due today. He had purposely approved the couple for a loan on which he knew they would default. All to have the stunningly beautiful Rebecca Gray squirming beneath him.
"I know, Mr. Cox. I was wondering if there would be anyway to have an extension," Becky asked, her eyes big and pleading.
The sight of a white woman's tears made his left pants leg feel tight and constrictive just above the knee. He got up from his chair and came around his desk, leaning back against it, peering down at her mascara-streaked face. The horny old lecher tried for a look of compassion, but even he knew he could not pull off the sentiment. The truth was, he had this hot little bitch right where he wanted her, and he felt no pity for her whatsoever.
"I don't know, Becky, I have to think of the business," he replied solemnly. "Mr. White and the rest of our shareholders are counting on that money to be repaid. Now, we may have to take a loss."
"Oh, please Mr. Cox! Isn't there anything you can do? Kyle is sure that with another six months, his business will begin making money."
Reggie stroked his chin as if considering how to help her. What he was actually contemplating was how to put it to the faithful young fiancée that the only way she was going to get an extension was on her knees.
He finally decided that the direct way was always best.
"Well, Becky," he said, pretending an idea had just come to him, "I suppose there is a way you can get the extension. It means a higher interest rate of course, considering the risk of the loan...."
While he spoke, Reggie undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Finally, he pushed his pants down until his enormous erection literally popped up, sticking straight out at the young beauty. Becky gasped aloud and her eyes widened to roughly the size of silver dollars.
"...And you'll also have to make a show of good faith. As I know that you and Kyle don't have the money for another down payment, why don't we start with a little cock sucking and work our way from there?"
"Oh my god! Mr. Cox, I can't do that! You can't do that! This is harassment!" Becky yelped, her face looking flush.
"Only if you don't agree, Becky. Besides, no one outside of this room will know what happened here. It will be my word against yours."
Rebecca Gray couldn't believe what she was being asked to do. Mr. Cox had always been the ultimate professional. He had always been kind and respectful to her. Now he stood before her, his huge cock standing straight up beneath a bulging belly. It was truly massive and cast a dark shadow across her pretty face, pale and luminous as the moon. She noticed that his pubic hair was as gray as the hair on his head.
Quickly gathering her purse and what was left of her dignity, Becky got up in a huff and headed for the door. Her hand was on the knob, twisting, when Reggie's words stopped her cold.
"If you open that door, Becky, you do not get an extension. In fact, I may have to rethink your position with the company. I am a very influential man at this firm," he brazenly lied. "If word gets out that I had to fire you for insubordination, I doubt you'll be able to get a job anywhere. What will you and Kyle do then?"
She laid her forehead against the office door and began to cry again. Reggie could not even begin to imagine the thoughts that were whirling through the young woman's head. If she stayed she betrayed her fiancé, giving herself to her lusty old boss. If she left, she doomed them to financial ruin. The mere thought of young Rebecca's moral dilemma made his cock painfully stiff, the tip already dripping with pre-cum.
Reluctantly, Becky released the doorknob and it slid back into place with a loud click. To cap off her humiliation, she locked the door. When she turned to face him again, she looked defeated and small.
"I'll do what you want, Mr. Cox, I have to. But, I want you to know that what you do right now is against my will and I won't enjoy it."
She turned, swallowing the revulsion as she stared at her boss' flabby body. No wonder he was a type 2 diabetic, she thought. The rotund old rakehell only smiled. Even his lips were fat.
"We'll see my dear. Now, enough talk. Get over here and suck my cock."
Tentatively, the brunette beauty made her way to him and knelt down at his feet. She looked up at his towering cock with fear in her eyes, uncertain of what to do next.
"Have you ever sucked Kyle's cock before, Becky? Does he make you get on your knees and beg for it?"
"N...no.. I've never done that before!" she whimpered.
"Well, I guess I have more to teach you, young lady. What a little slut you are, sucking another man's cock like this. I'll bet Kyle dreams of what your pretty little mouth feels like. Now I'm going to find out!"
Her deviant boss reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, using it to pull her forward, thrusting his cock into her face at the same time. Becky was forced to reach up and grasp the drooling monster and was left in disbelief when her dainty hands barely fit around its enormous girth. She had been too shocked by Mr. Cox's sudden heel turn to really notice the immense size of her boss's cock until it came rushing towards her lips.
