His Every Desire

"Damage control? Is that code for some depraved sexual act?" Tracy asked teasingly.

Mr. Hayes looked at her with a smirk. "Why? What did you have in mind?"

Tracy knew exactly what she had in mind. "Wait here," she commanded. She turned around and sashayed over to his desk. When she got there, she lifted her hands under her skirt. It was a knee-length business skirt, nothing special, but she knew he still found it extremely sexy on her. She found her panties and made an exaggerated motion of pulling them down, bending down until her hands were touching the floor. She stepped out of her panties and turned to face him. She sat on his desk and crossed her legs.

"Now, what were you saying about wanting to please me?"

Hayes strode across the room, obviously quite eager to please her in his own way. He was about two feet in front of her when Tracy suddenly yelled, "Stop!" He froze in his tracks. Tracy kicked off her pumps, revealing her bare feet. "Start there."

Hayes fell to his knees and took a foot in his hand. He lovingly kissed the top of her foot, before moving up to her ankle. He switched back and forth between legs as his kisses crawled higher and higher. Tracy started to feel herself moisten as his strong hands began wandering further and further up. He gently pulled Tracy's legs apart as far as the knee-length skirt would allow. As he moved past her knees, his fingers attempted to pull the fabric up. Tracy lifted herself up off the desk, and his fingers

brought the skirt up to her waist. His fingernails rubbed her nicely as they ran back down to where he was kissing.

Now that she was no longer restricted by the skirt, she spread her legs completely. She moved her ass to the very edge of the desk, baring her sex for him to see. He lifted her right leg and ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer to his goal. Her breath began to get heavy as he approached her sweet spot.

She anticipated the feeling of Mr. Hayes' expert tongue giving her pleasure, and she leaned back across her desk, propping herself up on her elbows. The billionaire inched his way up, savoring the taste of her thighs. When he reached her sweet slit, he slowly encircled it, like a shark circling his prey. Tracy's hands went to her breasts through her blouse, her fingers touching her nipples lightly.

Hayes touched his tongue to the bottom of her pussy, right by her opening. Tracy gasped, and he began to lick it with all the fervor of a man in the desert at an oasis. She could feel the hairs of his five o'clock shadow tickling her all around her pussy. Tracy always enjoyed this, but she knew what it led to every time. This time, she decided to let him hurry his way along so that he could get to his meeting. She moved her hand to his hair, pulling him upward. The feeling it gave her to control a billionaire's actions was empowering.

He took the hint immediately, going to work on her clit. His tongue flicked in and out of his mouth like a snake's, and with every touch, she found the muscles of her inner thigh twitching with pleasure. She no longer even felt the tickling sensation of his beard, as it faded away with all the other sensations in her body. It was as if she were an extension of her clitoris, only feeling what it felt.

She was climbing towards orgasm fast, unable to slow her climb towards infinity. She let out a series of loud gasps as her toes curled and her fists clenched. She fell off her elbows and laid all the way back on the desk. She arched her hips and closed her eyes as the first wave of her orgasm hit. Hayes kept mercilessly licking at her clit as her muscles shook all over her body. She squeezed her eyes so tightly shut that she saw stars.

Finally, Hayes slowed the pace of his tongue, and she crashed back down to Earth. She let out a sigh of pleasure as he pulled away from her. She watched as he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. She knew what he had in mind.

As he moved in towards her, she propped herself back up and grabbed onto his cock. She caught it just in time; the head of his cock was already nestled in her labia. He looked at her quizzically.

She smiled at him. "You didn't think I'd actually reward you for your sinful thoughts, did you?"

He looked fiercely at her, a brief look of rage on his face. He continued to push, and Tracy briefly considered letting him, letting his cock fill her completely. She managed to hold fast.

"Tut tut, Mr. Hayes. It wouldn't please me at all for you to just take what you want. What I have has to be given freely, and today, I don't give it freely. You're not completely out of the doghouse yet."

That seemed to get through to him, and he finally relented. He did seem annoyed though. He re-positioned himself in his pants and zipped up his fly, then wiped at his mouth with a wet-nap while Tracy put her panties back on.

"I'll be flying to New York tonight, but I'll be back for our date tomorrow," he said. Desire still lingered in his gray eyes and Tracy was giving serious thought to letting him have his way with her, despite what she had just said.

She nodded. "I just want you to know that your apology is accepted. To show there's no hard feelings, I'll be wearing that black dress that you love. You know the one."

He finally smiled. She stared at his eyes, marveled at the glimmer in them, noting how beautiful they were. Soon, however, she felt the blinding sensation that always happened when she made a link with someone. She had become pretty good at hiding it, and just held her nose like she was going to sneeze. As they walked out of the door to his office, he added, "Make sure you wear your dancing shoes, too."

Chapter 10

Since the accident, Tracy's dreams had become a chaotic mess. She usually dreamed whatever Mr. Hayes was dreaming, but she was occasionally interrupted by the dreams of other people whom she had touched that day. Tonight she found herself in a falling dream, wondering when she would hit the ground. The details were sketchy, and she wasn't nearly as worried as she knew she should be. Before she could even see where the ground was, the scenery changed…

She was now in a much clearer setting, one she had seen many times before. Many of Mr. Hayes' dreams began in his bedroom, and tonight was no different. The bed was bigger than it was in real life, and the details of the rest of the room were fuzzy, but there could be no doubt that this was his room. Mr. Hayes laid on the bed, waiting for something. His cock always seemed larger than life in his dreams, but the rest of his body barely came into focus. These were details he never thought about, she guessed.

Out of the bathroom walked 'Tracy,' or rather what Mr. Hayes dreamed of when he dreamed of Tracy. Tonight, the dream 'Tracy' was wearing the little black dress that she’d promised to wear earlier in the day. The cowl neck was hanging extra low, showing off breasts that were just a little bigger than hers really were. The already short dress was even shorter in his dream, and was so tight that she’d have to lose ten pounds to even consider putting it on. Of course it looked fantastic on her in his dream. She liked that this was how he saw her.

Her hair was jet black tonight, the bangs falling over her eyes to partially obscure her face. In fact, her face was difficult to make out at all. It was clear that it was her, but it was clear that her body was the focus of the dream.

The dream ‘Tracy’ began to walk towards the bed, but before she could get there, another figure walked out of the bathroom. Tracy chuckled to herself. A common fantasy of Mr. Hayes was bedding two women at once. He’d even broached the subject to her already, and she made it clear that he had better make damn sure it was worth it, because she would make him pay for it afterward.

The figure also walked towards the bed, wearing a similar little black dress, fitting similar to the one ‘Tracy’ wore. Two of me? Tracy thought, chuckling to herself. She stopped laughing when she looked at the other woman's face. It was a young woman's face. She looked angelic, cherubic, with cheeks just chubby enough to be considered cute. Light freckles dotted her face. Her hair was light brown and only highlighted her innocence.

Tracy needed no introduction to know who this was. Jenna Tice. The cute daughter of a major investor who had caused Mr. Hayes' heart to skip a beat at the very mention of her name. Tracy knew that Mr. Hayes liked all women, no matter their age, as long as they were hot. Most of the women he had brought to the restaurant had been younger than Tracy, but not this young. ‘Tracy’ brought ‘Jenna’ in for a kiss. The two of them made out for a moment before Mr. Hayes stood and walked behind ‘Jenna’. ‘Tracy’ stepped back, and ‘Jenna’ leaned over the bed without looking back. Her clothes seemed to dissolve around her, leaving a skinny, pale, young girl. Mr. Hayes grabbed ‘Jenna,’ his hands on her hips. He looked at ‘Tracy’ expectantly. ‘Tracy’ appeared to be turned on. "Fuck her," she commanded him.

Immediately, his clothes seemed to dissolve as well. His erect cock entered her, and ‘Jenna’ moaned with ecstasy. ‘Tracy’ moaned with ecstasy as well, watching the spectacle in front of her.