My firm does what other firms won’t. We fix people’s problems for the right price. Guilt or innocence, who gives a fuck. Our clients pay top dollar for results. Losing is not an option. We do it all. Shady companies trying to avoid class action lawsuits, powerful people needing their seedy problems to disappear, select organizations needing counsel to manipulate the legal system all have my firm on speed dial.
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So, when it is time to replace a member of the upper management there needs to be a thorough vetting process. I cannot stress how much loyalty and unquestioning service is required. I need someone who will unflinchingly do whatever it takes. Those people are hard to come by. Recently, I had to remove a former vice-president due to his desire to branch out on his own. It’s unfortunate, I liked the guy, but business is business.
I am considering Jackson because of his attention to detail and cunning counsel. He’s done all the firm has asked of him, eagerly. My only hesitation is that he’s married. Emotional attachments can cloud one’s judgement. I need someone fully committed, and I must know their family unquestioningly supports him.
“You wanted to see me sir?” says a six-foot-tall man with a muscular build and an innocent face waits at the door.
“Come in Jackson and have a seat,” motioning to the empty chair opposite my desk. “You are well aware that recently a vice-president position has opened up.”
“Yes sir,” Jackson replies confidently, but showing the proper deference.
“I am considering you for the job, but I need to know your temperament and willingness to fill the requirements of this position” walking from behind my desk standing in front of him.
“Oh yes sir. I know that I am capable…” I cut him off mid-sentence. “I don’t a testament of qualifications; I am well aware of what have done and what you could do. That’s why you are here. What I am trying to determine is if you are truly able to commit to this firm.” I pause. “So tomorrow afternoon, I want you and your wife to come to my office so I can interview you both.”
“My wife?” a bewildered look and uncertain eyes look up at me.
“I was assuming that lovely woman pictured on your desk is your wife.”
“Yes, that’s her, what does she have to do with this?”
“Jackson, this firm requires loyalty, discretion and servitude to our clients and it’s extremely demanding. Your family must be supportive so you can do your job effectively.” I turn and walk behind my desk taking a seat.
“Of course, sir. That makes perfect sense. I’m sure you will see that she…”
“Tomorrow at 3:00 then,” cutting him off and returning to my work. I don’t look up; I just hear the door close as he leaves.
The following day, I glanced at my watch. It’s 2:50. I open the door and see Jackson and his wife patiently waiting. Jackson stands, introducing his wife, Sandy. She walks towards me wearing a simple red, short-sleeved midi dress that clings to her contours, accentuating her curvaceous body. The conservative square neckline cannot disguise her big natural breasts. The man has outdone himself, I think to myself.
“Welcome to my office, Sandy,” gesturing for them to sit in the leather chair facing my desk. “The pictures his desk do not do you justice.” She eases herself in the chair and crosses her legs, that’s when I notice the red open-toe heels. They are sexy high heels pretending to be workplace conservative.
Leaning back on the front of my desk I begin, “So becoming a VP in my firm take more than just effort. It requires sacrifice, dedication and understanding that the firm always comes first. The whole family needs to support and embrace the mission of the firm. Jackson is ready to take that next step, but I’m wondering if you are.” I drink in the innocence of her face juxtaposed to her amble cleavage distractingly below.
Excitedly Jackson proclaims, “We’re willing to do whatever it takes to prove to you we’re fully committed, we both are. Right honey?
Sandy’s sweet voice replies, “I know this promotion will dramatically improve my husband’s career. I back him 100%, a 100% of the time. I am willing to fulfill the extra expectations of being a wife of an executive in this firm.”
“So, then everyone’s on board and ready to take the next step?” I stand up with a wry smile on my face. “That is so good to hear. I respect a woman that is willing to support her husband in any way she can.”
“Yes, Sir!” Jackson chimes in, enthusiasm and optimism filling his voice.
I walk next to Sandy sitting in her chair. My crotch is level with her face. Nervously she tries not to look. I peer down her dress. “So, let’s start the interview with a simple question. How long have you to been married?” Jackson begins to answer, but I cut him off, “Sandy?”
“Five years and we dated for 2 years before that. We got married soon after Jackson took the job here.” Her eyes follow me, as I walk between the couple.
“Children?” She looks down avoiding my gaze, “No, we tried, but we can’t have kids.”
“We tried for years” Jackson chimes in. I shoot Jackson a stern glare indicating that I didn’t want to hear from him. “Do you want to talk to Sandy alone?”, he asks meekly.
“You must stay. I need to learn what skills your wife can bring to the firm.”
Nervously Jackson looks at her and says, “just do whatever he says sweetie. It is obvious that you are the key to me getting the promotion.”
“I wouldn’t phrase it that way, but essentially, your husband is right.” I move behind Sandy and touch her shoulders, then slowly push off the straps of her dress one shoulder at a time. Her dress slides revealing her lace bra. Her big tits are ready to bust out. She looks back at me with a twinge of fear and then looks at her husband. He silently nods, his eyes encouraging her.
“Was your husband your first lover?” a soft “umm” comes out of her mouth. “It’s ok, there is no need to be modest. I sure many men lusted after you.” I reach over her shoulder and under the fabric of her bra, caressing her smooth skin. Both hands search for her nipples. “You would be very hard to resist.” Jackson shoots a look at me, but I quickly stare him down and he sinks back into his chair.
A demure and self-conscious “I had a few” slips out, nearly in a whisper.
I lower my face behind her ear and whisper, “I bet they loved to play with you.” I pinch her nipples. “Just like this.” She looks up at me and I grab her breast releasing them from her bra. “And you enjoyed it. Didn’t you?” I squeeze them. Soft sounds of pleasure escape her lips as she looks at her husband, looking for support. “Jackson understands, he knew why I asked you here.” She turns her eyes down, knowing that he will not save her.
She wipes a tear, then raises her head, defiantly. “Thats a good girl.” She yips at another pinch then sighs as I roll her nipples between my index fingers and thumbs. I kiss her lightly on the head, my hands now slowly stroking her shoulders.
I look at Jackson as I walk in front of her. I slowly unzip my pants and pull out my semi erect cock. It just hangs in front of her face. My right hand slowly, lightly strokes the sides of her cheeks. My eyes betraying my lust. I watch Jackson’s expression as my cock dangles in front of her face.
“I want to see your face as she opens her mouth to take me in.” Sandy, hoping Jackson will step in, realizes she is on her own. Reluctantly, hesitantly, she finally opens her pouty lips. I push my cock forward letting the head just creep in. I feel her tongue reach up under the head of my cock and searching out that sensitive spot under the head of my cock.
Jackson looks shocked. I am not sure if it because of what his wife is doing or at the size my cock. “Earn this promotion for me sweetie. Show my boss how committed we are to this firm.” Well, I guess he was impressed with my cock.
She opens wider, taking more of me. I push deeper. I aggressively grab her tits, pushing them up towards her chin. I sink my hips so my cock must go between them to reach her mouth. Her soft tits envelop my cock as it slowly works in and out her mouth. “So, Beautiful” I reach behind her head and push in harder. I feel the back of her throat. “Can she handle this” I ask.
“She’s not used to a cock as big as yours, but she’s trying to swallow all of it.” Jackson looks at his wife, “you can do it honey.”
I take my hands and place one on top of her head and the other under her chin, holding her head in place and begin to thrust in and out. I stare into Jackson’s eyes as I fuck her mouth, letting him know she is mine. "Take your cock out and stroke it while I fuck your wife's mouth"
“Yes, sir” He nervously start to undo his belt and pulls his cock out of his pants. His hard cock springs out from his briefs.
"That's a nice cock. Stroke it slow.” Jackson wraps his hand around his dick and moves his hand up and down slowly. “That’s right, nice and slow. There is no need to rush this. Spit in your hand and get it good and wet.”
“Is my wife doing a good job sir?” he asks.
“I am enjoying it, but maybe you should ask her how she likes it.” Sandy’s eyes are wide, and drool is running down her chin. “But her mouth is full.” As I go faster, I hear her struggle to take me. I keep going as the spit drops from her chin and runs down between her tits. “Look at him Sandy, he is getting off watching you struggle to take my cock. That’s your husband pleasuring himself while I ravage your pretty mouth.”
Jackson is engrossed in watching me. “You like seeing your wife being used don’t you.” Jackson keeps stroking his cock. “DON’T YOU!”
“Yes Sir.”
“It excites you to see her doing what she can I improve your career. You love seeing a bigger cock in her mouth. You enjoy seeing her struggle.” Sandy looks at him, her eyes asking for help. Jackson just looks at the ground. “Answer me, Jackson. Tell your wife that you will let me defile her, in any way I want. Tell her Jackson!”
A whispered “please do as he asks” comes from Jackson.
“What? I don’t think she can hear you. Maybe you should come closer and tell your wife how much you enjoy watching me dominate her.” I motioned my hand, waving him over to me. "It’s all about putting the firm first. Everyone must do their part.” I grab Jackson’s cock pulling him closer to me. I spit in my hand and twist the head of his cock in my palm. Jackson struggles with the intense sensation. “You’re good with this. You’re going to let me do what I want. Right, Jackson.” He just nods. I take my cock out of Sandy’s mouth; her head falls forward in relief. “Finish undressing your wife for me Jackson.” I lift Sandy up with my hand under her chin. She weakly tries to stand. Jackson moves in front of her. He reaches behind her to release her bra, but he can’t look her in the eyes. He sinks to his knees and pulls down her dress and then her lace panties. I steady Sandy by holding her hands as she steps out of the pile of clothes at her feet.
“Stand up Jackson. Look into your wife’s eyes and tell her you love her” I command.
“I love you’” he says. Sandy’s eyes are full of scorn.
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