A Reluctant Executive Assistant
Whether she liked it or not, she did most of her job on her back.
Cheating sex; voyeur; oral sex; airplane sex
This is a Jack Grierson story, following on from the series "Her Fiance's Father" and "The Jack Grierson Chronicles".
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Farah Hojjat had graduated from Oxford and was completing her MBA at Columbia Business School where she met Jack at a networking event. Farah had been a virgin and engaged to her Iranian boyfriend for several years. Bright, confident and aggressive, she had roughly repudiated his advances. Jack had waited till the end of the day when the networking workshop was breaking up and then followed her to the deserted ladies' room, where he stripped off her panties and fucked her. But as he always did, he worked hard on exciting her first, so that even as he took her virginity, he brought her to two gut-wrenching orgasms.
When he offered her a job the next week, she turned him down. Over the next six months, she took a job with a major investment bank and married her Iranian boyfriend, Hossein. However, her sex life with her husband was pale and insipid - he was inexperienced, poorly endowed and above all, not interested in her pleasure. As the months passed, she thought of her encounter with Jack in the ladies' room at Columbia more and more. The more she thought about it, the more it excited her.
Eventually, she quit her job at the investment bank and came to discuss a job with Jack. Jack hiked her up skirt, stripped off her panties again and fucked her on his desk, bringing her to the third orgasm of her life. Lying with his face between her full breasts, his semen dribbling down her thighs, he offered her a job as his executive assistant.
While she dutifully let Hossein fuck her once a week, her sex life with Jack too off. He fucked her hard every morning when she brought in the status reports. He taught her to deep-throat his big cock; every afternoon she went down on her knees under his desk, her head between his thighs, coating his steel hard shaft with her lipstick. Hossein thought of Farah as a faithful Iranian Muslim woman whose lack of interest in him was due to her awkwardness with sex. He began to take refuge in porn. She took considerable pleasure in her secret sex life that her husband did not even begin to suspect.
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Jack's daughter-in-law, Isabelle had come across an up-and-coming sculptor, Nathan Halett, at an art show in the city. Jack loved fucking his daughter-in-law and relished the fact that she had just borne his child. They both understood each other and their arrangement was mutually satisfying.
Isabelle wanted to invest in Halett's work and decided to fly to his studio in Maine to see him. Jack agreed to finance the deal and came along with Farah to work out the details. However, the main reason he agreed to come was that he had met Halett's sexy young wife, Suzy, at the art show. It was lust at first sight; for Jack, the trip to Maine was a quest to get into Suzy's panties.
They took their seats on the small plane to Maine -Farah at the window, Jack in his customary aisle seat and Isabelle across aisle. As soon as they were taxiing, Jack leaned over to say something to Farah, but it was just a transparent excuse to put his hand on her lap and then quickly up her skirt. He liked the feel of Farah's smooth nylon stockings, but he liked her discomfort and attempts to resist him even more. Isabelle took perverse pleasure in Farah's discomfort. She enjoyed watching Jack with other women and even more when his attentions were unwelcome.
Farah enjoyed sex with Jack, but disliked public displays. She realized that her discomfort just made him keener to do it, but with her strict Muslim upbringing, she could not bring herself act otherwise. She crossed her legs to try and keep his hand out of her crotch. She unwound her silk scarf and dropped it on her lap, hissing, "Please stop, Jack!"
He just smiled and redoubled his efforts. The scarf moved as though she had a snake in her lap as he forced his hand up in between her tightly crossed legs. By dint of strength, he managed to get his forefinger on her clit and began teasing it. Her willpower began to fade and with it her leg lock. Her thighs slipped apart and then splayed. By the time they had taken off, Jack had gotten her to a climax, twisting in her seat and pretending to be throwing up into the airsickness bag.
"Once you fuck Suzy Halett," whispered Isabelle, leaning across the aisle. "She will never want to stop fucking you."
"Right now, I just want Farah," said Jack thickly. He turned to his executive assistant, who was still panting, with beads of sweat rolling down the sides of her face. "Kiss me, darling."
She tried to turn away, but he caught her head in his hands and held her fast, kissing her hard and forcing his thick tongue into her mouth. They were still climbing and the seatbelt sign was on, but the plane was small enough that stewardess had a grandstand view of their display. When Farah began to kiss Jack back, the stewardess unbuttoned her jacket and fanned herself with a newspaper to tame the heat that was rising to her face.
