by Writing Shark
What the job entails
“We really shouldn’t allow ourselves to do that.” The wine that Lyndsy Fonseca is toasting with her fiancé is expensive and rare and Toby has a guilty conscience that he even suggested the expensive dinner at home. But Lyndsy jumped on it enthusiastically and approved of the idea.
“But we can,” she says and clinks glasses with the expensive lobster in front of them. “I know things have been tense between us lately…work…”
“Mister Stratton demands a lot from you, I know,” says Toby and pats Lyndsy’s hand. Her head is still spinning with memories of the shoot and the two beautiful girls and her pussy is throbbing with desire at the thought of so much beauty, so much power and so much sex. But now she’s home, Toby is sitting in front of her, and it’s her duty as a young engaged soon-to-be bride to be a good companion to him.
“But that’s over,” she says. “Yesterday I helped him and relieved him of a huge burden.” A service for which she was fucked hard. Lyndsy blushes with embarrassment. “But from now on we can only concentrate on ourselves.” She smiles at him. “So enjoy it, darling. You deserve it.”
She knows it’s basically a lie, she still will go to work tomorrow. Bus it’s not about getting fucked on a regular basis by her boss, it’s about liking it. Yes, she likes to get fucked by Damian, but she loves Toby.
But even the most expensive lobster in town isn’t enough to make their shame and disgust disappear. Because she enjoys being fucked and abused by Damian Straton. It is her life and it may have started with the knowledge that he can take her far at a price that she can calculate herself. But that isn’t it anymore and even the expensive red lingerie she’s going to wear for Toby today can’t suppress the knowledge that she’ll spread her legs again for Damian tomorrow. The Hummer, the lingerie, her car, her apartment, all of that is paid for by him. She depends on him and the truth is that Lyndsy enjoys that her life is so simple. The only difficult thing is the balancing act between her relationship, the man she loves and her work and the man who fucks her more often than Toby does. But not tonight.
“And tonight I’m all yours.”
The apartment in the shabby part of town is small but only belongs to the two of them. This is where they are at home and this is where Lyndsy enjoys showing herself to her fiancé in her red lingerie. Toby lies on the bed in just his boxer shorts, his fingers in his pants while Lyndsy moves seductively in front of him. She knows the moves from her sessions with Mister Stratton but she shouldn’t worry about that now. Only Toby counts, it’s okay for her if he’s already stroking himself. Not everyone can have as much self-control as her boss, but that’s why Lyndsy loves Toby and not him.
And yet I’m fucking him, she thinks to herself as she dances closer to the bed to the beat of the music. She shakes her head and smiles at Toby as she moves smoothly over him.
“Ready?” she asks seductively and licks her lips.
“I love you so much,” Toby gasps and strokes himself faster but Lyndsy takes his arm and pulls it out of his pants.
“Not yet,” she says softly but Toby wants to continue jerking himself off. “Wait. We have all night.” She moves further and kisses him on the lips. Toby returns the kiss, then moans as her breasts in the red bra touch his skin. And he jerks himself off again. Lyndsy rolls her eyes, a little annoyed. “And yet I still love you so much,” she grins.
“Still?” Toby asks, unsure and a little angry, which makes Lyndsy feel a sting in her stomach.
“I love you, Toby,” she says and kisses him again. “You’re welcome to touch yourself until I…” His hand is already back in his pants and Lyndsy sits up. “Till I’ll take this off,” she says and moves her hands back. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter that Toby is a fast lover. It’s a compliment to her beauty. _Even if Damian is accustomed to my beauty. _It doesn’t matter that she likes having sex with him. _I love my fiance. _And it doesn’t matter that love isn’t purely for her and her love. Because love is in her head, even if she isn’t with Toby. She loves fucking Damian. But not today. Today it’s all about me and…
Then the doorbell rings.
“Don’t answer it,” groans Toby, but of course Lyndsy knows who it is.
“What do you want here, Sir?” she asks, managing to shift her voice from annoyed to submissive in her sentence. Damian Stratton stands in front of her door and looks at her body in the bathrobe while he looks at her disparagingly.
“Barley saved, Miss Fonseca,” he says sternly and Lyndsy shrinks in front of him. And her pussy starts to throb. “I missed you in the office today,” he says.
“I had my day off, Mister Stratton,” defends the young lady in the bathrobe. “You approved that, Sir.”
“I know,” he grins. “And yet I still missed you.” Then he leans forward. “And this.”
Of course she doesn’t do anything as his hand slides into the slit of her bathrobe, between her legs.
“Wow,” the man murmurs while Lyndsy tries to tune out the world around her. “Is this because of me?” His wet fingers appear and Lyndsy shakes her head. “Do not lie to me.”
“I’m not lying,” she says, but the end of the sentence ending in a moan as Damian sticks his hand back into her wet cunt. “My fiance…”
“What?” He laughs. Loud. “Then why isn’t he here?” His evil grin is proof enough. “So you forbade him to mess with me.” Lyndsy becomes even smaller. She doesn’t know how to stand up to Damian Stratton and only knows one way.
“He wouldn’t stand a chance against you, Sir. But I love him and…” She gasps as he roughly rips open her bathrobe.
“So this is for him?” He points to the expensive bra and Lyndsy nods. With a rough hand on her chest, he continues. “Then you should thank me on his behalf for allowing you to wrap your hot, fuckable body in such gifts.”
“Thank you, Sir, for allowing me to buy my fiancé such gifts, Sir,” Lyndsy moans, feeling his hard grip on her breast.
For what feels like an eternity, Damian harasses her on the doorstep where everyone can see them, then he withdraws from her.
“No problem,” he grins devilishly. “The truth is that I wasn’t in the mood for Katie’s pussy today and I haven’t cum in anyone for hours.” He shrugs. “Yeah yeah, I wanted to try it with you, my favorite employee who I love buying things for, but I get it.” He turns around and leaves.
She is alone with her fiance again.
The springs of the Porsche Cayenne hardly move, Lyndsy is a slim woman and even if she throws herself at Damian Stratton with full force, the strong man doesn’t mind. His fingers dig hard into her bottom as the car’s windows fog up from the inside.
“Fuck Sir… Fuck… so deep… so gooood… Fuck!” He has already fucked two orgasms out of her in quick succession and the third is coming soon.
“You know I won’t give you anything in return?” he asks and bites hard into her tit flesh.
“Yes!” Lyndsy shouts into the expensive car. “Fuck yes!” Then she is startled when she feels a strong hand on her neck and her hips stay still.
“Then you don’t have to fuck me Lyndsy,” Damian continues. “You can go in and I’ll drive home. Just your boss who wanted something from you. No big deal.” He grins but Lyndsy has no breath to answer. “Little slut,” he hisses as her hips start moving again. Then he lets her go.
“Please Sir…” Lyndsy Fonseca whimpers pathetically as her hips slap his lap. To hell with the deals. To hell with her dreams of fame and love. Only the devil is here and she loves it. She loves what he does to her. “Please keep fucking me. Please never stop fucking me Sir.”
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