Executive Engagement

Fuck, I’m getting myself into something deep. I can feel it, and once I’m in, I know it’ll be hard to get out.

I look through my blinds and sip my wine, but he’s not there.

Damn.

It’s better this way, I guess. I need to not have my desire fueled by this neighborly obsession.

I take my drink to the tub where I draw out a long and relaxing bath for a day well done.

That’s the thing about living at The Bradford…there’s never a dull moment.

Paul

Her legs are spread wide for me. She’s always so eager to have me take her across my desk.

My secretary, Lydia, is begging for it, and that’s all the motivation I need to drive it home.

I pump into her roughly and grip her hips between my strong hands, trying to keep her in place and from ruining all the paperwork on my desk.

“Yes, Paul, oh fuck, yes.”

Yeah, I know, baby. You want it…bad.

She came on board to my firm a couple months ago, and we’ve made this a little nightly ritual. It took less than a week of her working for me to have her on her knees in my office, begging to suck my cock.

Who am I to say no? Paul Armstrong does not say no to a beautiful woman so easily.

I am, by definition, a player, but Lydia doesn’t know that about me. She might’ve surmised it given the fact that I’ve never once invited her to my place or seen her outside of the office. But I’m not about to ruin the fluid sexual relationship we have going.

That’s all it is—sex. That’s all it ever is.

I’m fairly new to the city, came in from London a couple months ago. I live in a nice little place—okay, a nice big place while I look around town for the perfect penthouse.

I grab a handful of her beautiful tits and then I thrust into her harder than ever.

My twelve-inch cock goes in deep, and she cries out my name again. I cup a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her gasps for me.

“Paul, fuck, I’m coming so hard.”

She always comes hard. Lydia—the twenty-something personal assistant who organizes my life and dresses for my benefit every single day—always has multiple orgasms with me.

I know I’m the best she’s ever had. I’m the best most women have ever had. That’s why it’s my pleasure to fuck them into oblivion; I’m doing them a fucking favor.

Today, she’s got a tight little bondage dress on. It’s far too inappropriate for the office, but who am I to complain? She’ll get the message soon enough that I’m not really interested, and then she’ll either quit, move to another department, or hold her head high and come into work every day even as I fuck a new round of women.

What can I say?

It takes a lot to keep me interested for any length of time…and Lydia’s just not that interesting.

Besides, it’s a two-way street. She’s fucking me because I’m the boss and a natural dominant. I’m fucking her because she has nice tits and she’s conveniently located.

Don’t think I’m an asshole just yet. I’m holding out for love, but at this point in my life, it’s been more about lust than anything else.

You try finding the whole package in a city like this. I need brains, beauty, and a certain amount of vulnerability that’ll keep my cock hard for a lifetime.

“Paul, baby, fuck. You’re so hot!”

Lydia’s screaming and coming all around my thick shaft. I take my time to draw out her pleasure, and then I sink into her deeply and pull out just in time to spray cum all over her tits and torso.