“I’m looking forward to it,” Mr. Sayed said with a smile.
“I like my coffee black,” Mr. Connor said with a wink, then followed Mr. Sayed out the door.
“They don’t know yet,” she said once they were gone.
He closed the door. “No, but you can let them know in what way and exactly how far I’m willing to share you.”
“And how far is that?”
“When Mr. Grant first introduced you to me and our associates on that project, he told us beforehand that we were to consider your panties a strict barrier not to be breached.” He smiled and leaned forward, then murmured in her ear. “Take your panties off.”
Sylvia knocked on Mr. Connor’s open door. He glanced up from his computer screen, then smiled.
“Sylvia. Are you getting settled in?”
“Yes, thank you, sir.” She walked across the room and set the steaming mug of black coffee on his desk.
He stared at it, then at her. “I was just kidding about the coffee. You don’t have to serve me.”
She smiled. “I don’t mind. Do you have some time now to spend with me?”
“Yes, of course.”
She walked back to the door and closed it. When she turned, his brow furrowed. He really had no idea. Butterflies fluttered through her stomach. What would he think of the idea? Would he be shocked? Would he send her away in disgust?
She walked toward his desk again. “Mr. King hired me as a personal assistant. For all of you. She walked around his desk and stood beside his chair. “He doesn’t have the usual office duties in mind. He was thinking I might be of more use in helping you… relax. To… relieve stress.”
He turned his chair toward her, shaking his head. “I’m not sure I really understand. I mean… it sounds like you’re saying…”
“Do you find me at all attractive?” she asked.
“Or course, Sylvia. You’re a beautiful woman.”
She smiled. “Thank you. So does that mean you’d like to…”—she rested her fingers lightly on his shoulder—“touch me?”
His jaw dropped open. She unfastened the top button of her blouse, then the next, then pulled the fabric open to reveal the swell of her breasts.
She moved closer, her legs brushing against his knees. She dropped her jacket from her shoulders, then slid it off and discarded it.
“You can touch me anywhere,” she said seductively.
He just seemed stunned, so she took his hand and rested it on her breast. Even through the bra and blouse, he could probably feel how hard her nipple was.
“Anywhere?” he asked.
At his continued uncertainty, she drew up her skirt. His gaze locked on her legs, slowly being revealed as she drew the fabric upward. She turned toward the desk and bunched the skirt all the way up around her waist and leaned over the desk, exposing her naked ass. She widened her legs.
“Anywhere. And I will follow whatever order you give me. Sir.”
It was like she flipped a switch. He laughed then his hand stroked over her ass, squeezing it in his palm. Then his fingers slid between her thighs and found her slick folds.
“Fuck, baby. Lean over more. Let me look at you.”
She bent over until her breasts rested on the desk. He stroked her, sending heat pulsing through her, then his fingers slid inside.
“You are so fucking wet. This is turning you on, isn’t it, baby?”
“Yes, sir. You turn me on, Mr. Connor.”
He laughed again.
“I want you to suck me off, but… God damn it, right now I just want to be inside you.”
“I want you inside me, sir.” And she did. The thought of his hard cock sliding into her set her blood boiling.
She heard his zipper release, then she felt it. His burning hot cockhead brushing against her.
“Oh, baby, you are so wet and warm.” He eased forward, his thickness pushing inside her.
He was halfway in and moving deeper when she squeezed him, to his groan of approval. When he was all the way inside, he leaned over her, his torso resting against hers on the desk. He drew in a deep breath. The feel of his big cock deep inside her stirred her need.
“Oh, fuck, I’m rushing this.” His lips nuzzled her neck, then he stood again and his cock slid away, leaving her empty.”
“Turn around and lean against the desk.”
She followed his command and he stared at her blouse. He unfastened the rest of the buttons, then tugged the blouse free from the waistband of her skirt. Her skin tingled as his finger glided over the swell of her breast. He tucked his finger under the lace and teased her nipple.
He pushed the lace down and his gaze locked on her taut nub.
“Undo you bra.”
She started to slip the blouse from her shoulders, but he stopped her.
“Leave it on.”
She reached around and unfastened her bra. He pushed down the cups, revealing her naked breasts. She was disheveled, her skirt around her waist, her blouse open and her bra pushed aside. From the light in his eyes, he liked that. Maybe it made it more illicit.
“Touch my cock.”
She gazed down at the thick erection spearing from his pants. She wrapped her hand around the hard, thick shaft.
She started to sink down. “Do you want me to—?”
But he gripped her arms, stopping her. “No. Just stroke it.”
She glided her hand along his length. He twitched in her grip.
He grabbed his cell phone and tapped in a few characters, then dropped it on the desk.
Get in here, the text on the screen said.
She continued to stroke him as his hands glided over her breasts, his thumbs teasing her aching nipples.
A moment later, the door opened.
“Oh, fuck. Excuse me.” It was Mr. Sayed and he backed out the door again.
“Gabe, get in here.”
Mr. Sayed stepped inside, closing the door behind him.
“Why did you call me over?”
“Sylvia’s here to…” Mr. Connor groaned as she squeezed his hard cock. “Ah… to be our sex slave. Both of us, man, so get over here.”
Mr. Connor grasped her wrist and drew her hand from his member, then turned her around. A moment ago, Mr. Sayed would have seen enough to know her ass was bare, but wouldn’t have seen much. Now he had a full, wide-eyed view of her naked breasts and her exposed pussy.
“Fuck, this is unbelievable,” Mr. Sayed said.
“Get your cock out and let her suck it.”
She watched as the man unzipped his pants, then drew out a narrow but long cock, already swollen with need. He walked toward her and she licked her lips.
Mr. Connor pressed her down on the desk. The cold wood against her breasts made her nipples ache. She reached for Mr. Sayed, who was close enough now. He groaned as her fingers wrapped around him. He moved closer still, until his cockhead brushed her lips. She opened and swallowed his corona.
“Syliva, suck his cock until he’s hard. Near bursting even. But don’t make him come.”
“No?” Mr. Sayed asked in confusion.
“No, I have something better in mind.”
Mr. Sayed surged forward, pushing his cock deep into her throat. Then he drew back. She squeezed him with her lips. She ran her tongue in a spiral over his cockhead, teasing. Salty precum dribbled into her mouth and she sucked. He groaned, then surged forward again.
He filled her several times, forward and back, and she could tell he was getting close. When he drew back again, she pulled her mouth free, to his groan.
“Fuck, man. What’s better than being in a willing woman’s mouth?” he lamented.
“What about in her ass?”
Mr. Sayed’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“That’s all right, isn’t it, Sylvia?”
“Yes, of course, Mr. Connor.” She gazed up at Mr. Sayed. “I would love you to fuck me in the ass with your hard cock, Mr. Sayed.”
“Ah, God damn. I’ve definitely died and gone to heaven.”
Mr. Connor chuckled, then grasped Sylvia’s shoulders and drew her to her feet. Then he guided her around the desk and leaned her forward against a credenza. Mr. Sayed stepped behind her and she felt his cock brush between her legs.
He pressed his lips to her ear. “I’m going to push inside your cunt now, to get some of that sweet lube inside you.”
The coarse, vulgar word made her feel dirty. And that turned her on even more.
His cock pushed against her then drove inside. His long erection speared into her. Once. Twice. On the third time, he spiraled, taking her breath away at the delightful coil of pleasure.
Then his cockhead pressed against her puckered opening and the pressure began. But he slipped in easily, gliding forward slowly. He was narrower than the other men who’d fucked her from behind lately. After a few moments, he was fully inside, his arms around her waist holding her tight to him.
“Does that feel good?” Mr. Connor murmured against her ear.
She nodded, barely able to catch her breath.
“Have you ever had two men inside you?” Mr. Connor asked.
She nodded again.
“Fuck, both of us?” Mr. Sayed asked.
Mr. Connor chuckled again. He leaned back against the credenza beside her, then eased her toward him. Mr. Sayed moved with her, his long cock staying in her back canal, but shifting at their motion, sending tremors of pleasure through her. Mr. Connor drew her legs open around his thighs, then his cockhead pushed against her folds. He entered her in one slick stroke.