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He had been head hunted by all the major players in the computing world where he had excelled; he was already head and shoulders above any computer expert and was only getting better.
He had left college and started his own one man band, he had decided after 3 or 4 months that his future as a major player lay in spy ware, mal ware, anti virus software, and system protection for computer works.
He was thankfully for his country, a stalwart supporter, a patriot, and would never ever engage in something that could hurt it.
Thus Canning Industries was born and after less than a year firms from all over the world was knocking at his door with offers to buy him out, to get his brain power for their own ends, he refused every offer hands down.
He had and was developing new software protection that was turning into viable challengers and the opposing companies were not too happy about the competition, and were now trying to oust him by suing for malpractice and the like, unfair practices, all sorts of tricks to quell his growing world wide reputation.
He had in the past contacted certain government officials to tell them he was going invade their sterile systems and let them know he had compromised them, this got there attention, because they had believed they were safe from any cyber attack.
They were more than astonished at his level of infiltration, but he never crossed the line, he was a patriot and he wanted his country and its firms to be safe, he was expensive, but he got the job done, he began employing people and gradually built his small but truly high end company, he was asked to the capital to explain things, he was questioned by government officials and military people, all sorts of civil servants were there, if that is what they really were he thought to himself, but all went well, he was on his way, he began to personalise systems for various low level departments that were tested to the fullest.
He was on his way to his first million!
As his business grew so did his reputation, he began to employ selected people, all men too, but they had to achieve more than exacting standards and levels of expertise, many fell by the wayside, and he ended up with 20 of the countries brightest and cleverest of computer literate people there was.
And he kept them because he paid about 3 or 4 more times than anyone else, and the perks were there too.
His system was his own, no one knew how to operate it, all had a part of it, but only he had the whole.
He operated now out of a large tower building where he owned the 4 top floors, the top one was his own office and apartment that housed everything he needed, including the main frame computer that was linked secretly to the main frame computer everyone on the next 3 floors below believed was the only one, this way he controlled everything, there was nothing anyone could do or write that he didn't know about, he read every thing including private mails and work that his employees did.
He often let most of it go as it was nonsense, but he had an iron grip on his employees and some were summarily sacked on the spot when confronted wrong doings they thought they were safe with.
And now 12 years on at the young age of 33, this led him to continue with his other passion that his power and position allowed him, he was a good looking man in an ordinary way, powerfully naturally built, a natural charm, silky but powerful voice that commanded attention the moment he spoke, but it was his sexual prowess that made him the man he was, he just oozed sexual musk to women, they understood him for what he was, a real man, a danger, bad, an alpha male in the truest of senses, the rare sexual all conquering warrior they had always dreamed of.
He knew how to seduce just about any woman he met, and once they had had his cock in them it was no contest ever again.
His prick was what he knew to be the ultimate sexual organ, it was well mushroomed on top of an 8" rod that thickened from its base of about 1 and ½" to 2 and ½" in the middle, back to 1 and ½" below the stiff ridged head, it was gently curved upward, and when erect could and did reach places most women had never experienced but wanted to experience again and again.
He was a sexual predator, and was at this moment in time fucking 4 of his employee's wives, several of his client's wives, and various wives of odd contacts, including some of the daughters of the mature people, if they were beautiful enough.
He nearly always fucked wives, it had to be that way, the thrill of the chase, the danger, the conquest, the submission and the acceptance that once he got his prick into any woman they would always return for more when summoned.
Today he was at his office managers home, his wife was of probably Mexican descent, her hair was black and silky, her skin was smooth and swarthy, she was face down over her sofa and he was up her arse, holding her by the wrists, driving in and out of her, she was moaning in arousal, his cock doing the damage that she would never be able to repair in the terms of her marriage, she loved him, his cock and anything he wanted to do to her.
He made her cum and he shot a load of his potent cream into her bowels.
He knew he had children, he just didn't know who they were, they were all being brought up by mothers and their unwitting fathers, this didn't bother him in the least, he just loved fucking women full stop.
He grabbed the woman forcefully and gently by her hair and forced his cum stained and brown stained cock into her willing mouth and ordered her to clean him up, she did so with enthusiasm.
Now looking at the photo, he was working out how he could get to fuck her too; she was definitely more than worthy of his attention.
In the frame was a head shot of her, her hair was brown, tightly curled and longish, her eyes were almond shaped and startlingly green, there were what appeared to be natural blonde highlights captured by the camera flash, high cheek bones, her nose was small and rounded, her lips were heart shaped and made to be kissed, and to suck cock, his cock!.
It was her skin colour that captured his imagination; she looked almost biracial, lightly but softly brown.
In with the head shot tucked into one corner was a full height shot with her husband, he knew him to be over 6ft, and she almost levelled with him, but she had on heels so he guessed her to be about 5ft 9" maybe even 5ft 10", and built with it!
Magnificent breasts that were full even though her dress covered them, the dress was short; she was narrow waisted and long legged.
As he gazed at the photo he had to have her, but the question was how?
He normally insisted on meeting his new employee's wives so he could assess them for potential seduction, but he hadn't met her yet as she was away for a funeral on the day of her husbands 2nd interview.
It was another 2 months before the opportunity fell to him, and it was her husband who presented it, the fool.
Canning had told his manager to find him a part time secretary, and in the process the husband had heard of the possibility of employment for his wife, who as it turned out had a business degree in administration.
The manager called her for interview along with 5 others; it was to be a part time job to start with, Canning went through the motions and gave her the job.
He made it clear that she would have to work odd hours, she didn't have children so that wasn't a problem, he called her husband and told him the news but would he have any objections to his wife working some mornings, afternoons or some evenings, or even weekends, with trips away on occasions?
He readily agreed as his wife had told him she wanted this position if it was offered.
As Canning's office was on the top of his 4 floors she would be isolated from the rest of the office and the only access was the elevator to and from the floors that was solely controlled by him, and by a secure fire escape.
By the end of the first week he was already well into her knickers, although she wasn't aware of it, he was subtly getting to know her and her ways, what she liked, what she didn't etc.
He engaged her in general conversation, and found out they were waiting to start a family, Canning asked what protection they used, she readily answered that they used a Dutch cap to ensure no pregnancies accidentally happened.
She was 22 her name was Nicola, and he was enthralled by her beauty, she was as sexy as hell, she was of a quiet disposition and demure in her ways, but he was patient, he still went out of office, she thought work related, but he was out fucking his young employee's wives.
Then after 3 weeks he dropped the bomb, he told her confidentially that he was reviewing his staff with a view to bringing in new people and letting some present ones go, and that her husband would probably be one of them, he was good at his job, in fact he was probably his best employee, but made a few mistakes, he lied to her.
This brought the tears he hoped for, the shock, the horror that they would lose lots of money if he had to work else where, he for his part Canning was sorry about it, but business is business he told her, he was sure there could be a solution found to this impending disaster if she cared to look for one, this was said with a knowing gleam in his eye and half smile on his lips as he looked into her soft doe eyes as he said it.
Canning told her she had to keep it quiet because if he got to know she had talked, she would go as well.
Nicola spent her lunch time pondering the consequences of her husband losing his job, they had over stretched their mortgage and spent lots on credit cards that were now maxed, and if he was dismissed they would lose everything.
She had picked up on Mr Canning's words and nuances and knew that if she did what he hadn't actually said there would be no going back; her marriage vows would be worthless, but she loved the life they were leading, how could she say no, or plead for clemency?
Nicola went to him that afternoon it had finally dawned on her that she and her husband's future was in Mr Canning's hands, she wasn't stupid, it was going to be his way which meant sexual conquest, or the highway!
He wanted her of that she was certain now, and she said to herself if I do this, then it must be for the sake of my very life and my husband and my future children.
She knocked timidly on his door and entered; she stepped to his big desk, and asked if she could talk with him.
Canning said. 'Of course Nicola, sit down please.' He indicated the chair.
'Sir, I have to ask you what I can do to avoid my husbands dismissal, I know you are a kind man, and I am asking you sir what can I do?'
