Paula and I first met at a business luncheon. I arranged the lunch with Paula, she is seeking a power broker to assist her.
The conference is boring but the lunch is definitely going to be worth my time. I'm dressed in a tailored grey suit and royal blue tie. After the usual business pleasantries are exchanged, lunch is finished, the conference culminated, Paula and I exchanged small talk. " Would you like to get together later, Paula?" I asked. Paula walks through the outer doorway of number 8 Carroll Street leaving behind the hot August air that has dogged her after she exited the limo. She has double and triple checked the address on the small piece of paper I had given her. Paula stood in the small hallway connecting the outer door to an inner locked door.
On the wall is an intercom system with many room and suite numbers and a button next to each one. 12 businesses in all Paula noted, counting the buttons and room numbers. Paula found the number written on the paper, and the name she had been given next to this number, on the intercom. Paula read: Malone Enterprise. She presses the button and waits. She isn't waiting long. As her finger left the button on the wall a buzz sounded and a male voice issues from the intercom. " Hello, how may I help you?"
" I ... um, have an appointment to have a meeting with Mr. Malone ... uh ...at four." Paula spoke in a halting nervous tone. The voice answers her. " Are you Mrs. Paula Patterson?" " Yes sir," Paula replied. " I will buzz you in; you may come upstairs by using the elevator in the lobby. Thirteenth floor, our office is the only one on the floor, so just walk right in when you see our doorway Mrs. Patterson." The voice receded and a harsh buzz followed, Paula pushes open the inner door and walks inside.
Paula is relieved to find the lobby incredibly cold. The air conditioning apparently is turned to the max, and Paula breathes deeply feeling her damp body dry nicely after the long ride through the streets on this hot summer day. Paula looks in the mirrored wall of the lobby near the elevator and fluffs out her long dark hair, and examines her make-up. Paula found her face to still be very presentable, but she took out her lipstick and reapplied some to her lips. She feels self conscious in the revealing outfit that I recommended she wear . Her tight pink dress hugs her breasts and her shelf bra pushing them up and made them much more prominent than normal. She sees her nipples which stuck out over the bra were hard and obvious in the cold air of the lobby, and she feels her face redden at this sight. The hem came to just a few inches past her ass, which is round and enticing she has to admit in this dress.
Paula's legs looks longer than they are in this dress, especially with the high spiked heels she wore. Looking in the mirror Paula's own assessment of how she looks is that she looks very sexy. Paula was informed that she needed to look hot, to get my firm as a power broker. She had been told she had to agree to certain arrangements. No agreement to the arrangement need not keep appointment at Malone Enterprise. The elevator doors open, Paula walk towards it. A man walks out and stops to look her up and down. Paula shivers and smiles at the man and looked past him at the open elevator door. " Have fun!" he called out as the doors closed. ' Why would he say that to me,' thought Paula as the elevator carried her upwards.
Paula steps out of the elevator and is relieved to see the door to the agency right in front of her as she exited. She hitched her handbag up high on her shoulder and looked down at her shapely legs and thought; I do look hot, and then stepped through the door. Paula walks in and strode quickly up to the reception desk with an assured smile, before she even registered what the room looked like. Then it all came into focus. The reception area is bare with nothing on the walls and no couch or even a proper waiting area. In front of Paula, I sat behind the desk. I'm wearing a black t-shirt and as I stood she sees I wore jeans. I smile a mirthless cruel smile.
Paula didn't know what to expect. The negotiations had all been over email, and mostly she'd felt like I was a bit of a dick. She hadn't been able to get me to budge at all. She knew, why should I? I'm in control and can walk away. She is determined that she is going to go in there and fight. She undid two more buttons on the top of her blouse. She is going to get every advantage she can. She got comfortable in her chair, and waited for me to enter the room. When I came through the door the first thing I notice is how open her blouse is, and her perky tits showing through. I know what she is trying to do, and smiled to myself that I'm going to have to teach her a lesson. " Nobody tries to manipulate me," I thought. " That's going to cost you." Paula wanted to dislike me, but before I even said a word she feels herself get a little wet again, like she did when we had lunch together earlier. My eyes are so piercing, and I just seem like I own the room. She sat in a disoriented silence.
" Aren't you going to stand up?" I ask. Paula snaps out of her disorientation, but hadn't really heard what I said so she said nothing. " Stand up," I said, holding out my hand, " it's a sign of respect." " Yes, of course," she said. She shook my hand and feels my firm grip. It is a bad day for her not to be wearing panties, because she feels a little wetness escape down her leg.
" That's better," I said. " Now sit down. We're going to get started." " Yes, sir." She can't believe she had just said that. She is supposed to be negotiating. " I gave you my best offer lunch earlier," I said. " You're still trying to tell me that's not good enough?" She tried to regain her composure. " No. What you offered isn't fair." " Really?" I said. " So what's fair is you showing off your tits to try to get me so horny I won't think straight? Is that what's fair?" Paula wanted to feign surprise and offense, but it feels like I can see right through her. She blushes and sat silently.
I got up walking around to her side of the table. I stood behind her, then bent over so I can speak right into her ear. " You think you can flash your tits at me and get what ever you want. Is that right?" She can feel my lips next to her ear. She lets out a soft " Mmmm-hmmm," with her horniness barely hidden. I slap the contract on the table, grabbing her shoulders, and said, " Then I'm going to have to teach you how this works. Because you don't get to push me around. Got it?" Paula said nothing, but sat quivering, hoping it wouldn't show how badly she wanted me to fuck her. " My offer hasn't changed," I said. " You are going to sign this contract." " I don't think it's fair," she said. I stood straight up. " Take out your pen." Again, she can't move.
" You will take out your pen," I said more firmly. She feels her hand reach for her pen. It is as if she isn't in control of her own actions any more. That her body just did what I told it to. " Wait," I said, and I slid the contract to the far side of the table. " Now sign it." She didn't understand why I did that, but the only thing she can do is obey. The contract is far across the table so she had to bend far over to sign. It is only when she feels me come up behind her, feeling my hard cock through my pants, she understood what I was doing. " That's right," I said. " If you think you're going to push me around then I'm going to show you how this really works." Paula feels me pull up her skirt to reveal her bare, wet pussy. I start to rub her cunt taking it in my hand. " You dirty little girl," I said. " I'll show you who's in charge here." She hears me unzip my pants, and feels a rush up her spine. She wants to be taught so badly. She knew what she tried to do and now she wanted to pay for it by feeling my hot load of cum drip down her legs.
I slide my huge, throbbing cock halfway into her pussy while she is still bent over the table, stopping there. She can't take it. She wants it all. Why was I stopping? " Sign the fucking contract, you dirty little girl," I said. " Yes, sir," she said and signed her name.
With that I thrust my cock deep inside of her dripping wet pussy. She squeals looking back to see me thrusting in and out, in and out, moaning a deep, satisfied moan. I'm going to make sure she remembers who is in charge. I fucked her hard, bent over the table. She let out a cry as she came with a thunderous orgasm. I feel her pussy lips quivering around my cock, but I wasn't going to stop until I filled her wet pussy with hot cum. I grab her hips tighter, fucking her harder until I threw my head back and with a deep groan unloading inside of her.
She took my load, feeling every pulse of my cock shooting more and more hot cum into her. When I'm done shooting my cum, I lean my weight onto her and said, " Who is in charge?" " You are, sir," she said. " And what happens when you try to fuck with me?" I ask. " You fuck me, like the dirty little girl I am," she said. " I get your ass too, right?" I said, reaching under her pinching the nipples of her smashed breasts. Paula tries to shake her head as my words sink in. Her ass is completely virgin. I spank her, she moans and collapses, with most of her weight on her torso. Her B-cup breasts are squashed and her nipples are sore from the rough treatment. " Please. I never did anything anal. You said you wouldn't hurt me." " But you came seeking my services to deal with your husband's music career." I slam back into her pussy so hard the heavy wooden table jumps. " I'll grease you up real nice."
A draw opened she hears a lid open. A small bottle of lubricant is placed in front of her. I pick up the bottle, she feels my hot breath on her back as I lean closer. I pull back a little as she feels the tip of bottle pressed against her tight bud. Paula screams as the lube is shoves in a fraction of an inch by my finger. My finger is to big to fit into her small hole. I pull her ass cheeks apart roughly. " Shoving it harder." When she screams this time I stuff a towel into her mouth. The relentless pressure continues for an eternity, until my finger disappears into her." Wow, your ass just swallowed my finger and closed up like a rubber band." Now I begin to slam her pussy again, somehow I seem bigger now...harder. I hit bottom with every stroke pushing deep into her. Paula feels me swell as my fingers dig into the flesh of her rounded hips. Heat raced up her body as her legs jerked and spread wider. My rough finger rubbing her clitoris making her bite into the coarse cotton in her mouth as she overwhelmed with her orgasm.
Her rational mind is screaming at her while she whimpers and clawing at the table. This man is a monster. Now Paula feels the gel leak from her ass trickling down her legs. It is as if I had awakened a dark, secret-self that she hadn't known existed and she glories in roughness. I pull out, then shove three fingers into her. Leaning forward, I pull the towel from her mouth rubbing her own juice over her swollen lips. I lean back holding her cheeks apart as jab at her ass. Paula tightened her spincter as hard as she can and for a moment she refused me entry. " Relax and let me in." My cold hard voice vibrating against her spine. Paula relaxes. On a river of gel my cock slides in. I feel like a ball bat inching into her virgin tunnel. Paula feels me drive deep inside her. When her belly cramped, she whimpers and tries to push me out. " Oh Paula!" I growl as I start to pump in and out. " It's like you are going to rip off my dick it's so tight."
Paula is acutely aware of me in her ass...I run my nails over her back and ass cheeks, as I thrust into her ass making her cry out. " Please... it's too much..." My fucking her ass is becoming erratic and jerking in my thrusting. The I explode sending streams of hot cum into her ass. When I finish I fell forward until I'm laying sprawled over her back. Paula didn't feel raped. She feels... ravished. The voice of reason yammered at her. Why did you seek him out. He raped you. Made me come so hard I fainted. Paula found her clothes neatly folded, with a note on top of them. ' I will contact you when the contract is fulfilled. Will call you soon for another meeting, be available.' In the ladies room, Paula washed again, examined her bruises but surprisingly very few seen in the mirror and dressed. Paula won't be sitting comfortably for a few days but she feels amazingly calm.
