My husband was a rising star and a Junior Vice President of the company he worked for. However, his immediate boss was the son of the owner and CEO. Jim knew he would eventually have to shift to another department or even a different company but as far as the latter went it wasn’t a good time.  

We had just bought a new house, Jim had given me my dream car, and we had one son to finish college and the second one just starting.

Jim felt more confident about things than I did.  

I love my husband dearly and enjoy looking sexy for him. His co-workers do not mind because I often visit Jim in his office, looking very sexy. In my mid-forties, my fit 36DD-28-34 figure packed into a five-feet four-inch frame is always showing my firm curves. I must admit that I enjoy the attention.

All except for his boss, the owner’s son. He was a well-known womanizer. In addition, his reputation is that of a less than gentle and somewhat selfish lover. I am no saint and have a high sex drive. I admit I have strayed during our marriage. I have fucked others but only make love to Jim. However, the looks from Mike were oily and too lewd even for my tastes. 

One day I came in to see Jim in a tight mid-thigh dress and a tight button-down blouse with the top three buttons undone. Under that was a lace push-up bra. Not really needed but a nice effect. Matching garters, black lace stockings, and five-inch heels. Jim was going to get a nice lunchtime surprise.

The route from the elevator to my husband’s office goes by Mike’s office. I dreaded walking by because he would make some comments. In a normal company, he would be facing harassment charges. However, the combination of my admittedly inappropriate attire and being the son's owner made my ability to say anything, dangerous.

I never told Jim about it because he would do something. Then he would be looking for a new job after being fired. Not a prospect I wanted, so I put up with it.

This time I was surprised and, surprising myself, a bit disappointed when Mike didn’t even get out of his chair when I walked by. I arrived at Jim’s office where his secretary told me that he had been sent to Detroit by Mike in an emergency. I had just missed him.

His secretary apologized. She had called me at home to tell me but must have missed me. Then Mike had given her several jobs to do and that kept her from calling my cell phone. I muttered to myself, “I bet that Mike did that on purpose so he could gawk at me!”

I turned to leave and was deep in thought when I almost ran into Mike who was now standing outside the door. Grinning like the lech he is, he purred in a creepy straight from a porno voice, “Looking good Lynn. Did you plan on giving Jim a little lunchtime action?”

I gawked at him. That was bold even for him.

I was too stunned to even reply. Still, with that borderline perverted smile, he told me to come into his office. There was something he wanted to talk to me about. I knew he could be a vindictive asshole, so I silently walked by him into the office. He followed me in, and I heard the door shut.

As he walked around me, he gave my ass a pat. I about jumped out of my skin. He didn’t even turn his head to see if I reacted as he walked around his desk and sat. I was standing about four feet from his desk looking at him. If this were the military, I imagined that I would be there to be chewed out. I felt very self-conscious in my admittedly slutty attire. Making no move to mask his actions he looked me up and down as if appraising something he was thinking of buying.

This went on for what seemed like an hour but, was probably less than a minute.

“I will get to the point. We are merging with another company. Well, more like absorbing it. My father is buying it.”

I felt my stomach drop. My mind was racing. Why was he telling me this? I knew about it but Jim had made no indication that his job was in trouble. Mike's father had told Jim that he knew who really ran the division.

“It has already been decided that my Junior VP will be from the other company. The man picked is the son of the soon-to-be-former owner. So that leaves what to do with your husband.”

I blurted out, “Jim is one of the top guys in the whole company.” But instead of it coming out as pride and bragging it came out as panicking. Mike picked up on that and his smile became even lewder. I swallowed hard. I was in over my head.

“True, which is why if things 'go right' I will recommend he become a Senior VP of another division…" My heart soared in relief but it was instantly crushed as Mike continued, "or I can have him fired in such a way he won’t be able to get a job flipping burgers. Jim is an excellent worker, but my mother would never allow my father not to back me even if he knows it was wrong.”

I was back in full panic. He was right. I knew Jim would eventually win a fight but by then his reputation and our lives would be ruined. His grin was evil as he soaked in my terror. “They say behind every great man there is a great woman. I have always admired and been envious of you. I have tried, as you know, to seduce you several times and you always politely turned me down. I will be honest that pisses me off.”

My knees were feeling weak. “Where is this going, Mike?”

The grin left his face and one of rage replaced it in a flash. “You need to make amends to me. Plus, you need to prove to me you will be grateful if I recommend Jim for another position!”

I could only stare. I knew this was wrong. He went on, “Before you even think that you can tell people that I propositioned you, blackmailed you…” he chuckled, “God, I love that word 'blackmail.' Remember you came in dressed like that and then walked into my office. If you claim that you had come to visit Jim just remember his secretary called you to tell you he had left.”

My mind was too far into panic mode to see the holes in his plot. As if in an out of body experience I heard myself ask, “So if I do what you want Jim gets a promotion. If I don’t, he gets fired? What do you want from  me?” I heard myself saying, realizing I would do anything for Jim’s career.

“Well for starters, your blouse. Take it off.”

“If I do what you say, he gets at least a twenty percent raise?”

Mike chuckled. “Are you going to do whatever I want? If so say the deal out loud.” He stood up. He pushed something on his desk and walked around to the other side standing in front of me leaning back on the desk. “Say what you were going to say, Lynn,” he told me again.

“If you give Jim the promotion to Senior VP with a twenty percent raise I will do anything you want,” I stated firmly. My intent was that if I was going to have to do this I would get something for Jim. I knew this asshole would fire him otherwise.

“Deal!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. Not the part of him telling me to take it off, but that I began to do it. I began to take off my blouse. With each button I blushed more. Yet with each button I felt something building between my legs. My nipples became hard. What was wrong with me? I let it fall to the floor. My lace bra did nothing to hide the stiff nipples. Mike grinned.

“Now the skirt.” I hesitated. All he had to do was raise an eyebrow and the fear splashed over me. As I undid the skirt I reddened for a different reason. I was wet. I wiggled the skirt over my hips and let it fall to the floor. “Oh, baby. No panties. My, you are a little slut aren’t you?”

I opened my mouth with a retort but bit it off. Here I was standing in my husband's boss's office in bra, garters, stockings, and heels only. “Now the bra slut.” I winced because when he called me a slut it felt like a bolt shot from my ears to my pussy. Totally humiliated I was aroused by it. Still, though, I started to cover myself with my arms.

“No, no. Put your hands behind your head, feet apart, and stay that way. Look straight ahead. No moving!”

I was just standing there as he circled me. His paws on my ass and breasts. Then my pussy. Then starting over. He inspected me like a combination drill sergeant and livestock breeder. He settled his left hand to cup my pussy, one finger pressing between my very wet lips. I gasped and blushed.

“My, my, Lynn, you are sopping wet. You like whoring yourself to your husband's boss?”

I bit my lower lip not trusting my voice to answer.

Mike had moved behind me. I felt his hardness press my ass through his slacks. That left hand of his was still on my pussy. The middle finger wiggling in my wet hole. Whispering low and firm, “Say it out loud, Lynn. Tell me you like it.” His left hand stiffened and squeezed my pussy.

“I like being a whore to get my husband a promotion.” I did as I was told.

His right hand came around my right side and cupped a large breast. It was tanned bronze as was my entire body. Not a single tan line. I could tell he liked that. He squeezed my right breast roughly then slapped it hard. I yelped. My knees jerked driving my ass back into his crotch. He nibbled on my earlobe and slapped again. 

“Oh, my, you are getting wetter. You like that don’t you?” He brought his left hand to my mouth. “Taste how much you like it.” And he slid his finger into my mouth. I sucked it like a cock.  

Whispering in a low, barely audible voice again, “Tell me you want to suck my cock."

Having gone too far to stop I obeyed. “I want to suck your cock.”

He let me go, walked to the edge of the desk. Leaning back against it he said, “Go ahead, baby.” He spread his feet, crossed his arms and smiled arrogantly at me. Still not believing what was happening, I stepped forward and knelt in front of him. Deep down I was so aroused by this. No one had ever gone this far humiliating me. Making me serve. I knew I would be letting him see that, but he knew it already. I could tell by the smirk on his face. 

Reaching for his zipper I undid his pants. His cock was a big one. It had an oversized mushroom head and was already hard. I knew he was loving this, too. I HATED him. I hated being treated like this, yet my inner slut craved it and was loving it. I stroked him as I guided him to my mouth. Slipping the head into my mouth I teased it with my tongue.

I suck cock as well or better than the best. I hoped if I gave him the best he ever had it would end faster and be done.

I moved it into my throat. Sliding it in the large bulb stretched my throat muscles as they, in turn, massaged it back. A moan escaped my throat massaging his cock and betraying my growing arousal. I looked up at that condescending grin still fixed on his face. The bastard knew I was turned on.

I started sliding it in and out of my throat. Taking it all the way inside. My husband's cock was larger, except for that cockhead of Mike's. I was in a rhythm when his personal cellphone rang. I stopped sucking but he cuffed the side of my head. “No, you don’t. Keep sucking. Just be silent,” he growled. Eyes wide, upper right cheek stinging, I started sucking again. 

He answered, “Hi, dear.” Obviously his wife. I did expect him to tell me to stop but instead, he just looked down and smiled as I continued. A few minutes of inane husband-wife chatter and suddenly, “Guess who came in again? Yes, Lynn! Claiming to look for her husband but he was out of the office and I know for a fact Jim’s secretary called her.”

I just stared, shocked. He took me by the hair and made me start again.

“Yes, of course, she was dressed like a slut. I have no idea who the whore is fucking behind Jim’s back. The rumors say she loves to suck cock. Yeah, even takes it up the ass!”

My eyes flared wide in fear. I knew he was telling me that I would be shortly getting a cock rammed in my butthole. 

“Well, dear, I have a meeting. I have to decide the personnel moves for the merger. Love you.”

He had gotten so hard while telling his wife what a slut I was, and it was obvious she agreed. I felt his cock twitching. I felt his balls tighten and hit harder each time they slapped my chin. Suddenly his hands were in my hair holding me on his cock. Immediately I felt his cum splashing deep in my throat as he erupted a massive load. Panting, I sat back onto my heels. He pulled me to my feet.

Stepping to the side he smacked my ass. “Bend over the desk.” I stepped forward. I bent over as he walked to the other side. He took my hands and pulled them so I was facedown across it, arms out. He fumbled with something and I realized he was handcuffing me like that.

“Is this okay, Lynn?” he asked. I was afraid that if I protested the deal would be off. Besides, even though I would never admit it, well okay. I was about to admit it but didn’t want to mean it, if you understand the difference.

“Oh, yes, Mike, it is okay. I like it!” The moral, happy wife in me wished it wasn't a true statement but it was. I did like it.

He stood up and I realized he was still hard. He must have taken Viagra or something because there is no way he came as hard or as much as he did down my throat and not get a little soft. Other than his cock hanging out he was still dressed as he walked around behind me.

He pushed my feet wider with his. My ass cheeks were spread open as he guided that thing to my asshole. This was going to hurt. When he began to insert it, it hurt like hell and I opened my mouth to scream, to beg him to stop.

“I'M CUMMING!” is what came out. I saw stars and started spasming. He laughed and kept pushing. I kept cumming. Wave after wave crashed over me. 

“Beg me for it!” 

“PLEASE FUCK MY ASS. PLEASE, MIKE, FUCK MY ASS!”

He laughed more and started slowly pumping in and out. His hands were on my hips. I saw stars, gasping for air, writhing while impaled on his cock. My insides still clenched and released. Mike began to pick up the pace. Smacking my ass every four or five thrusts. I was now meeting his pushing back.

Objects on his desk were digging into my boobs and stomach but I didn’t care. I just wanted to be fucked. That orgasm had ended any thoughts of not being Mike's whore. 

We must have fucked like that for at least twenty minutes. I had another two orgasms before he put a load in my ass. After that, all he did was catch his breath and put hiscock away. Then he went and sat in his chair without undoing the cuffs.

“Before I release you and you get dressed, Lynn, let's settle something. I will keep my end of the bargain. For the services you just rendered he will get his raise and promotion. However, I don’t think I want to stop enjoying your talents. So, here is a second deal. When Jim is out of town you are my whore. In exchange, I will not show him this or release it to the internet."

He turned his computer screen so I could see it as I was still bent over. He hit play. It was a video and the opening moment was him walking around. The first voice that was heard was mine. 

“If you give Jim the promotion to Senior VP with a twenty percent raise… I will do anything you want.” That was followed by me undoing my blouse. Anyone who saw this video would assume that I had propositioned him. 

I stared in horror and growing excitement as I watched myself on the screen begin to undress. And then, before I realized it, I felt a large cockhead entering my pussy from behind.