Who is in Control?

“Correct!”

She formed a little fist and shook it in triumph. Her tits jumped around in sympathy.

Two offices away, I asked another question.

“Constituencies?”

I looked down as if evaluating her answer. I could hear her whispering “Please! Please! Please!” And then I gave her the news:

“Correct!”

One office away and I posed the final question. She hemmed and hawed before giving her final answer:

“Currency translation?”

I looked her up and down. Tight body and topless, she still maintained a certain elegance. Christine’s dream job rode on this answer. Her lips began to quiver again, and her eyes welled in excitement and fear.

“Christine, I’m sorry but that was incorrect.”

Tears began to roll down her cheeks.

“Wait, Bob, please give me another chance…” she pleaded.

“Have you forgotten the rules? The skirt!”

“Bob, please…”

“First the skirt!” I demanded.

I figured Christine had two choices at that moment: she could gather her things and leave, or she could follow the rules of the game and hope I might give her another chance. Christine reached down and undid her skirt. It fell to the floor, and she stepped out. My eyes locked on her beautiful pussy, expertly shaved.

Christine lunged for my hand. I let her catch it. She tried one more time to change my mind.

“We could be a team! Please, Bob, please, I’ll do anything!”

I pulled my hand away and began to circle her slowly, taking in her amazing body. Christine kept pleading for a chance.

I stopped in front of her and ordered her to be silent. “Anything.” She had said it several times during the evening. The word danced in my head. My eyes locked on hers.

“Get on your knees!”

She gulped at the order. There was no doubt left. I was in total control She complied.

“Put your finger in your pussy!”

Her hand made its way to her pussy, her eyes never unlocking from mine. She inched her knees apart slightly. Her hand reached her pussy and then, slowly, her finger disappeared inside her. She was gorgeous in that pose. I reached out with my hand.

“Show me!”

She pulled her finger out and offered it to me. It was wet with her sex.

I turned and began to walk to my office with her finger in my hand. She followed along, still on her knees.

I closed the door to my office. Christine stayed kneeling as I removed my jacket and shirt. She studied me as I removed my pants and boxers. I turned to her and her eyes jumped back up to mine. I walked to her and she moved her lips to my erect cock.

She wrapped her lips around me and then looked up at me before pushing down. She pushed so deep that I felt her nose push into my pubic hair. Her tongue lavished attention on my shaft while she slowly pulled back out. And then her pace began to quicken. In and out, in and out, occasionally looking up at me for approval.

Her intensity increased. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass. My abs tightened with each blow. She began to rub all over my ass and legs with her hands and then moved up to my stomach.

She seemed to lose herself in the moment. One hand worked its way back to my ass. The other left my body and began to move toward her pussy. She looked up for approval when her hand reached its target.

Her eyes were locked on mine. Her lips were wrapped around my cock. She was masturbating herself below. Her breasts were bouncing slightly with each shake. It was too powerful an image. She went down on me one more time before I exploded into Christine. She kept blowing. A moment later, Christine climaxed. Her eyes closed tight and her toes curled up behind her. Her hand dug into my ass and she let out moans muffled by my cock in her mouth.

Christine started work two weeks later. Neither of us has mentioned that night since.