by Jake Weber
He was in great shape, so he did not relent, nor lose his breath, he simply continued to pound into me, somehow going deeper with each thrust. He would find one g-spot, satiate it, and then find another. My body was trembling with pleasure, my nails raking the enamel off of my desk, sweat caking my face. I felt the pressure building in my pussy, on the verge of critical mass. “Fuck me.” I moaned, the vulgarity of the word alone filled me with satisfaction. “Fuck my pussy.” I shouted, surrendering myself to sensation. Then, my body coiled tightly for an instant, and released.
We came simultaneously. I felt his warm liquid squirt inside of me, just as my own fluids gushed all over his softening cock. I clutched the desk in some mad death grip as the orgasm wracked my body. I moaned incoherently, no rational thoughts entering my mind. The orgasm continued for what seemed like an eternity. Then, finally, it released me from it's grasp, and rationality came back abruptly. Then I realized I was leaning over a cold desk, naked, being straddled by the most famous billionaire on the planet, who also was my boss, and my mark. He didn't even know my real name. What had I just done...
When I finished reading, the interviewer's face was as white as a ghost. “I-I had no idea.”
“There are probably many things you don't know about Mr. Payne. You or anyone else.” I said.
“Yes. I see that now.” the interviewer said. He was contemplating something.
“Should I continue with my story?” I asked.
My interviewer looked at the clock and frowned. “Not today. We're out of time. I did not expect the story to be so long, in truth. Tomorrow though, you can tell me how in ends.”
“Tomorrow I can tell you how it begins.” I corrected, gathering my things. My interviewer nodded and exited the room.
“Goodnight Rachel. Turn out the lights when you're finished.” he said.
I lingered a bit in the room alone while he was gone, peering out the window. Finally I turned off the light, but I was far from finished.
To be Continued.