I should probably tell you a bit more about myself before you think I'm a total sex addict. Ok -- I am a total sex addict -- I love women. Black, brown, yellow, red, white, big, small, hot, ugly... I really don't care. Not to say I don't have standards, I do, but I find beauty in every woman I meet.
It just so happens that my boss is really hot, I kind of forced myself on her, and then she got me back. I'm generally not particularly submissive -- I like to be in control -- but when Mya slapped me around I got turned on. Like I said before, I'm usually the one doing the slapping, but never out of anger. My favorite is spanking, with my hand or with a smooth toy. There is something incredibly satisfying about the sound of a flat hand hitting a nice round ass that gets me going every time. I can tell how turned on a girl is by how hard I can hit her.. if she tells me to slow down or ease up, I know I need to do something else to get her excited. If a girl is dripping I can hit her as hard as I can and she will moan with pleasure.
After Mya made me eat her out on her desk we really didn't talk for a few weeks. She barely looked at me, occasionally throwing papers on my desk for me to file, but we never talked about what happened. My dick still throbbed every time she walked in the door, or when her perfume wafted through the room after she passed through, but I figured our fun was over.
That's why I didn't think twice about inviting my girlfriend Nadine to the company holiday party. Am I stupid? Apparently so, but I didn't realize how manipulative Mya was, which makes me doubly stupid because she's a fucking lawyer and that's what they do.
Nadine and I haven't been together too long, maybe six months or so, and she's not the sharpest girl but she is very sweet and gives amazing head, so I keep her around. I figured since Mya hadn't talked to me in weeks that she would completely ignore both of us at the party. I was wrong.
The party was in a banquet room at a swanky restaurant downtown, not too far from the office. Nadine and I showed up a bit early because I wanted to make a good impression on the partners of the firm, before everybody got too drunk to remember and embarrassed themselves. I introduced Nadine to all the associates and my (least) favorite secretary, who to my annoyance befriended her immediately.
"Cory is so cute in the office," the secretary whined to Nadine. "He is doing a really great job -- his desk is right next to mine so I keep an eye on him." Nadine looked at me with her eyebrows raised, but I ignored her. I was looking for Mya, who had yet to make an appearance.
Nadine and I were having a conversation with one of the partners about his golf game when I spotted Mya walking in the room. We locked eyes and I immediately realized what a terrible idea it was to bring Nadine. My blood turned to ice as a sly grin appeared on Mya's face and she made a bee line for me, Nadine and the partner we were talking with.
"John, I'm so glad you made it to the party this year, we missed you last year." Mya said to the partner with a warmth I could tell was fake from a mile away. I briefly wondered if they had ever fucked.
John made some weak pretense for not attending last year and excused himself from the conversation, which left Mya, Nadine and myself. Normally I have no problem introducing my girlfriends to the girls I'm fucking, because they don't know the situation, or if they do, we all usually end up in bed together, but I could tell this wouldn't end well. Mya still wanted retribution.
"Nadine, it's so nice to meet you," Mya said with the same fake warmth, "Cory didn't tell me he had a girlfriend."
"Well, Cory tells me how busy he is at the office every day, so I could see him not having time to talk about personal things," Nadine said. I could see her trying to figure out whose side she would take. I had casually mentioned that my boss was a woman, but didn't go into detail about it. Nadine knew a bit of my habits and I'm sure she was wondering right at that moment as to whether Mya and I had fucked or not.
"Oh he's divulged a few personal things -- he just didn't mention you." Mya said, and I could see the hurt in Nadine's eyes. Fucking unnecessary, I thought.
"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell. Besides Mya, you've never taken much of an interest in my personal life. But yes, Nadine and I have been together for about six months," I said as I put my arm around Nadine, who was rigid against my touch. This wasn't going well.
Mya smirked. "Honey, watch out for this one," she said to Nadine, "he has not been much of a gentleman in the office," and she walked away.
Nadine and I have never had "the talk" about being monogamous (or not), but when she turned to me and had tears in her eyes I knew we weren't on the same page, even though our relationship was based mostly on sex.
"You're an asshole, Cory," she whispered, angrily.
"Nadine, we don't need to talk about this here. Mya is a manipulative bitch."
"Did you fuck her?" she asked.
