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Brooke’s secretary bargains to be her replacement
Chapter Six
At his estate, his small, select inner circle present from the night before, just the two of them sit in the theater style seats facing the large flat screen for Brooke’s next session. Six o’clock approaching, the dinner over, drinks have been served in the relaxed atmosphere, the rest of the guests ushered to the pool area as he’s asked Brooke’s secretary, now Brooke’s rumored replacement, to accompany him to the theater style computer room. She’s spent the past evening of her invitation to his estate wanting to show her appreciation for her expected promotion, now alone with just him; she hopes she can show it with what she does best.
She’s been eager to impress him, even the early morning activities involving Brooke last night was highlighted by the self fisting scene, her idea, another brownie point chalked up for her to the old man. Now, a few more minutes and Brooke again will be center stage on the monitor, displayed in front of just the two of them this time. This could be the best chance to really work on her promotion, to take Brooke’s position, to show him her aggressiveness.
A couple minutes to the hour, they watch the monitor as Brooke slips uneasily across the seat in front of the camera. Even as the time zones are different, the clocks are kept locked in tune. Watching her fidgeting, preparing herself, her naked body glistens from an obvious recent bath. A few slight bruises, a couple welts, her body appears not the worse for wear. Six o’clock sharp, he hits the keys to the computer sitting in front of the armrest between them, instantly flashing his message to Brooke’s monitor.
Watching her working her keyboard, reading the instructions, he grips his soon to be new executive’s hand, leans over and whispers. “Okay Beth… Let’s really humiliate her tonight… At seven sharp I have a real surprise for her!”
“Yes Sir.” She whispers back, letting the back of his hand brush across her uplifted breast, pressing against the shear material barely concealing her outthrust globe, actually guiding his hand upwards from the armrest with her own. “You want me to give her the next command?... Can I?” She asks as they watch the image of Brooke obeying the instructions, assuming her submissive pose, arms above head, hands behind neck, those big ‘ol titties thrust out, looking even larger from the angle of the camera as she stares with her doe like eyes directly into the camera.
“Yes Beth… I think you need to show me what you’ve got… See if you really are the replacement for her I hope you are.” He whispers, their conversation obviously exciting to her, but with more of a concealed meaning for him.
Her hand slipping from his, her fingers sliding over the armrest, she feels his swelling shaft between his spreading thighs as she murmurs. “I’ll show you just what you want!”
Typing a message awkwardly with her free hand as she squeezes with the other, a quiet giggle or two, she glances toward him, quips. “There… Send it!”
Hitting the key, setting back, he watches the expression on the screen, of Brooke’s widening eyes, her head barely noticeable twisting from side to side. The next minute ticking off, the countdown to the command, he glances toward his protégé, smiles. “She doesn’t look too pleased… What’s she going to have to do?”
“You’ll see… Just watch.” She answers, giving his cock a tight squeeze, a slow stroking tug. “You’ll see… What I do too!”
The minute practically up, Brooke’s image moves across the monitor. Standing, turning, she bends over, her buttocks thrust straight toward the camera. Hands spreading her butt cheeks apart, her fingers gripping her spreading labia, her vagina completely exposed, her dark gapping slit quivers as she forces herself to bend completely forward, the top of her head virtually scraping the floor.
“Just watch what she does while you feel what I do.” Beth murmurs as she leans close to his ear.
Squeezing even tighter, her other hand gliding across his belt, Beth unsnaps the button, unzips his trousers. Slipping his thickening cock out into the open, slipping her hand around and completely down his shaft, tautly stretching the foreskin downward, she leans across the armrest, slips her parting lips across the swelling crown, flicks her tongue back and forth, across, into the already oozing eyelet, tastes the saltiness. Moaning, gently bobbing her head ever so seductively, letting her tongue swirl around his shaft, she glances out the corner of her eye toward the monitor at the close-up of Brooke’s spread vagina, puckered rectum thrust toward the camera.
A shallow bob, a deep bob, a quick sucking motion, a slow flick of the tongue, she works his hardening shaft as her free hand slides downward, cups his scrotum, gently squeezes, manipulates, the tip of her finger pressing firmly across his rectum. Feeling his shaft throbbing in her mouth, sliding her lips just up across the responding shaft as she gently nibbles the stretching ‘Y’ of the frenulum below the crown, she glances toward his serene expression as he lays back, watching the screen as Brooke’s beginning to slip her finger in and out of her own rectum. Smiling to herself as Brooke follows the computer’s message, she continues to slowly stroke his foreskin as she whispers. “Can I order her to hurt herself?... Please?”
Not waiting for an answer, glancing toward his cock, she takes a quick breathe, stretches her lips across the crown. In one long slow but continuous motion, completely deep-throating his shaft; she feels his thick manhood brush past her tongue, scrape across her tonsils, actually deep down into her throat. Holding her breath, feeling his throbbing, twitching shaft stretching her throat, she slowly raises her head back up, hears the suction of his cock flipping out from between her lips as she gasps for a breath. “Can I?”
Slipping his hand behind her head, firmly pulling her toward his throbbing shaft, he flexes his hips as his cock again burrows into her mouth. Forcing her face downward, pressing her nose against his stomach, feeling himself deep inside her throat, he holds firm, glances at the back of her head, her tightly wrapped hair beginning to strand between his fingers. Feeling her body quivering, her hand tightening on his scrotum, he holds her head with both hands as he watches the monitor, at Brooke fingering her butt with one hand, her spreading vagina with the other. Twitching, feeling the rush from deep inside, pumping even deeper into her mouth as he thrusts his hips upward, he grunts as her body jerks against the armrest.
“Swallow it!... All of it!” He grunts as his cock pulses, pumps inside her stretched, gasping mouth. “And I’ll let you hurt her!” Another harsh thrust of his hips, he feels the explosion pulsing through his shaft. “Agghh!... Oomph… Agghh!” Grunting with each spurt, shoving his hips upward into her face, his load spurts, gushes in her throat as she reflexively gags, her leg kicking as she grasps his scrotum with one hand, the armrest with the other.
Holding his hips still, sliding her head upwards, again the gush of air as his still thick shaft slips from her mouth. His cock slapping across her face, barely a dribble smearing her lips, he glances into her hazing eyes as she grunts for breath, stares back toward him with a somewhat stunned expression, heaving with each gasp.
Releasing her head, sitting back, he glances back and forth at the monitor and at Beth as she sits back, silently wipes her lips with the back of her hand. Slipping his hand across hers, he leans across the armrest, whispers somewhat sternly. “You going to wipe my cock clean with those tits of yours now?... I think you should… With your bare tits… Don’t you?”
Glancing back toward him, his still semi-erect shaft, she glances toward the image of Brooke bent over, still in the middle of her thirty minute exercise and begins to slowly unbutton her blouse. “Yes… Yes Sir… I think I should.”
From top to bottom, the buttons opening, the blouse spreading apart exposing her uplifting lace bra, her breasts spread, pushed up by the low cut material. The tan of her areolas flashes above the black bra as she arches back and slips the blouse down off her shoulders. Gently swiping her tongue seductively across her lips as she arches her arms behind her back, her fingers unsnapping the trio of latches, her breasts jaunt outward as the lace material slips down off her global melons, the large areolas flat, smooth beneath the hardening nubs of her thick nipples as they jiggle out off her swaying mounds.
“Might as well get comfortable… Don’t want to wrinkle your skirt while you’re kneeling in front of me… Do you?” He quietly directs as he glances toward her black skirt, the suggestion obvious as to what he expects.
“Ye… Yes Sir… Thank you.” She answers as she stands, faces him. Laying the bra, the blouse on the seat, slipping the skirt downward from both sides, she drops it on her shoes as she slips them off her feet. Still leaning forward, her bare breasts swaying between her arms, she presses the shoes, the skirt together, piles them on the seat.
“Panties?”
Standing upright, glancing down at her matching black thong panties, her breasts bobbles and sways as she arches her hips, slips the panties down across her thighs, below her knees. Slipping them off with her raised foot, tilting toward her side, her breasts continuing to bounce, grabbing the panties with her right hand, she tosses the thong onto the pile. A slight smile, her arms barely crossing below her spreading breasts, she feels the tingle in the pit of her stomach as she watches him slowly scan her naked body from toe to head.
Consciously arching her shoulders ever so slightly back, letting her breasts jaunt outward, slightly spreading her thighs, knowing the nub of her clit’s exposed between the tight folds of her vagina, she slowly raises her arms, letting her hands arc back behind her sides, exposing her freshly shaven body, every attribute she has. Holding her breath, feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat in her chest, she waits for some kind of response, hopefully some kind of compliment as she takes a short breath, again holds it with her stomach hollowing beneath her ribcage.
“Well Beth… Just how bad do you want that promotion for Brooke’s position?”
Hearing his words, watching him, his eyes roaming her naked flesh, she feels her heart pick up a beat as she thinks. Damn, she just deep throated him, that’s how bad! Trying to find the right thing to say, knowing she’s virtually got the promotion in her grasp, she feels the Goosebumps across her bare flesh.
“What are you willing to do for me… How far you willing to go… To get what you want?”
His voice firm, the question blunt, she stares straight back into his eyes, blurts. “Anything… I… I’ll do anything you want me too!”
Staring back into her eyes, making her wait, to stand naked in front of him, he thinks back to the day he made his choice, personally without anyone else’s knowledge, handpicked her as Brooke’s secretary and sent the order down to have her hired. It’s hard to find such self centered and ruthless, yet beautiful women with so few strings attached, no one in her background to ask any questions later.
Now enjoying the closeness of her naked body, even her scent, again the obvious ruthless almost blind desire she has to get what she wants, he’s certain he’s made the right choice; she’s perfect for what he wants, especially knowing the background he had done on her, the photos, choosing her over at least dozens of other applicants, knowing she has no close family, barely any ties. Now, seeing her completely naked, he has to admit, she’s also physically on par with Brooke. Yes, little does she realize her body’s going to give uncountable pleasure to him and his associates as it’s really abused in the coming months.
Still scanning her naked body, he makes her stand vulnerably in front of him, more for effect as he continues to reflect on choosing her. Unlike Brooke with her upper class upbringing, the humiliation of her ordeal if exposed to her peers would be devastating; to lose her status would be unacceptable. After all, that’s half of the enjoyment of torturing her. Now Beth’s just a hustler, although a quite gorgeous hustler. She can be dealt with without the physiological aspect. She can just be used and abused when the time comes without the threat of repercussions of her peers, after all, she has none.
“Anything?” He asks, actually more like an order. “You’ll do anything I want!”
Staring back at him, heart pounding, she answers. “Anything!”
“Start using those tits then!”
Feeling somewhat relieved from the tension of wondering what he was thinking, quickly kneeling, squatting in front of his chair, cupping her breasts, squeezing his shaft between her smothering globes, she strokes back and forth, rubs his cock between her tit flesh. Feeling his hand on the back of her head, she continues to stroke his cock, feeling it again thicken, throb. Feeling the adrenaline of the satisfaction of being able to use her body to seduce, to get over on anyone, to get what she wants, she’s just hit a home run, men are so easy, even the powerful ones. Again glancing back toward the monitor, she smiles at the vision of Brooke’s humiliating position, unwittingly thinking what that dumb bitch has to go through.
Leaning back, watching the time expiring on Brooke’s exercise, watching her struggling bent over in front of the camera as she humiliatingly jams her fingers in and out of her spread orifices, he feels his cock again beginning to swell. Rubbing his hand through Beth’s hair, gently through her hair as he feels her soft globes sliding back and forth between his thighs, her pressing hands, he’s about ready to let her mount him. But then, another fifteen minutes, it’ll be close to seven o’clock, time for Brooke’s surprise. He’ll wait till then, then let Beth mount him, fuck him, do all the work while he watches Brooke’s next ordeal on the monitor.
End Part 6
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