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The entire department of from all ten floors were walking around chatting and getting their coffee and danish and slipping some in their purse for later. Now they were seated enjoying their coffee in the large meeting room on the fifth floor across from my small office. And just down the hall from his. I didn’t know that room was that large of a space.
The previous boss never took time to get us all together. He was busy groping and fucking the newly hired young women. Somehow I missed that lawsuit. He was old and the previous men they replaced him with were in their sixties and seventies too. And they were all accused of that as well.
Now they bring in a man hardly thirty. I guess they thought they should replace them with a much younger man who had a young wife who would fuck him when he needed it. That would prevent all the lawsuits they had to pay out.
But what they didn’t know was that he was a freak, and I liked the freak in him. It was a welcome relief from my dates who thought I was too good to ask me to suck their dicks or engage in something like I caught La Shanda doing. I didn’t know if I would have done that with them, but if I had been into them as I was with Hunter I may have considered it.
The Black men I had dated thought if they had large dicks that should be enough to satisfy any woman. But I had never been satisfied until that Englishman got on his knees and opened my folds with his fingers and placed his small mouth on my clit, brushed his tongue over it a few times, and brought me to orgasm. Now that was satisfaction.
I had been caught up in my thoughts when La Shanda pushed at my shoulder. “He’s here. Start ducking.” I lowered my head and played around with my IPad as if I was doing something. I listened to the speech about not laying anyone off and instead selling off some of the space in the company’s buildings instead.
“Miss Bailey have you gotten enough information. I hear you are a wiz when it comes to social media.” My eyes grew wide. How did he see me all the way in the back especially since I was hiding?
“Sir. Mr. Hunter, I mean Mr. Coleman I was writing a statement on your Twitter account for you.” My voice cracked twice.
Then he did something I had been hiding from since I got this job. I was trying to keep a low profile.
“Did you know that Miss Bailey, It is Miss Bailey,” he said emphasizing Bailey as he smiled at me with a gleam in his eyes, “is responsible for our media presence on your popular platforms like Face Book, Twitter, and Instagram. And she has garnered millions of followers. I hope you know what that means. We are a global company with followers all over the world. And we have Miss Bailey to thank for that.”
As I sat there stunned and staring into space, lost in applause, I realized the applause was started next to me by no other than La Shanda. I didn’t hear the rest of his speech, I heard, “Miss Bailey, I would like to see you immediately in my office.”
He stepped from the podium and walked out. Everyone gave out a collective sigh of relief, took more than a few minutes and drank their coffee and went back to work. I sat there staring at my IPad.
“Go. Aren’t you going to see what he wants? Maybe he didn’t recognize you.”
“Maybe birds don’t fly,” I said.
“Some birds don’t fly,” La Shanda said. I narrowed my eyes at her and twisted my mouth tight. “It’s because of your stupid dare that I have to go through this.”
“Don’t blame everything on me Miss I know how to play the game.” She was right. I had to own this. I sucked in a large breath and exhaled. Stood with La Shanda sitting enjoying her coffee and apple danish. I took my IPad with me and trod out of the conference room and stood contemplating my fate in front of his door when it opened.
“Miss Bailey. I was just going to get you,” he said with a serious voice. He turned and walked to his large mahogany desk and sat watching my every move. He had pictures on his desk and on the book shelf behind him. I didn’t look.
“Can I call you Tamia? Did I pronounce it correctly? Please sit.” I looked around and sat on the large brown sofa away from him. I know he expected me to sit close to his desk but I was hoping that he was near sighted and he didn’t really know who I was.
“I just wanted to say thank you for all the hard work you’ve put in to make our company successful and the stockholders especially thanks you.” I didn’t say a word. I just smiled. Maybe he didn’t know me after all and I could stay on the job.
Maybe he had forgotten me the way I hadn’t forgotten him. Maybe he had done this too many times to remember the women he had fucked in a restroom. Somehow I was hurt. I thought we had something that we both could remember when we were old and grey. Something we could smile about and say, yeah I did that crazy thing with a man I will never forget because he gave me the best feeling of my life.
There was a long loud silence that filled the room. Then he stood, took off his jacket, and walked over to me. He didn’t have on those damned cuff links. I could hear my heart beat and feel my blood pressure rise as he neared me and stood over me. I was at mouth length with his zipper and I watched as his penis grew in his pants.
“I hope you know Mr. Coleman you can’t compel me to do something I’m not comfortable with,” I said looking up into his deep bluish green eyes. He narrowed his eyes confused.
“Why would I want to coerce you?” He had a strange look on his face as if he had made the wrong move. I thought...”
“I know you’re married and well I don’t think your young wife will appreciate what I have to tell her.”
“Are you... Miss Bailey. Tamia that is beneath you,” he said turning with a smirk and walking back to his desk. Before he wasn’t sure if I was the same person and now he knew for a fact that I was the woman in the bathroom.
“I just want to do my work and go home.”
“You can go back to your office, Tamia. But I want to see what you’re doing before you go home. I have questions.” I thought I had gotten out of his line of fire. But now I have to go back this afternoon. I thought maybe I should come clean and tell him how I felt about what happened between us.
There was no us. Just two strangers doing something that they never thought they would do under the influence of alcohol. I knew now that I would never do that again.
“You can go now but I need to see you at four o’clock.”
Four o’clock came too soon for me. I glanced around and text La Shanda for advice. Now that was a change. Me asking her for advice. She never gives or takes advice and who would take advice from her? A desperate woman.
Gathering my courage, I buzzed his office. At first I thought he had gone and I turned and walked a few steps and the door opened.
“Come in, Tamia,” he stood close to the entrance and I had to shift to the side to entered and he wouldn’t budge an inch. I could smell his heavenly scent as I inched by. Another silent moment. “Sit, Tamia.” I turned for the sofa and he pulled out the chair in front of his desk.
I sat down but instead of him walking around his desk he kneeled and stuck his hand under my skirt and pulled down my panties in one quick move. “What are you doing?” my voice panicky.
He looked at me and pulled off my shoes one at a time. “You have nice feet. I like women with nice feet,” he said stroking each one as if he was going to lean down and suck my toes. Oh god he is a freak, I thought. The next thing I know he will be bringing out the handcuffs and blindfold and leathers.
I sat clutching the arms of the chair as if I were part of it. My breathing became shallow and then I couldn’t breathe when he raised my skirt. I felt as if this was an outer body experience and I was watching and not a participant.
I thought he didn’t hear me so I repeated it when he placed my panties on his desk. “What are you doing?”
He appeared occupied. His hands all over me unbuttoning my blouse one button at a time as he gazed at me on his knees. “Just sit back and I’m going to give you a proper fucking.”
I stood and by now I was nude. I had sat there wondering how far he was going and part of me wanted him to go all the way. He scooped me up in his arms and hit a button on the couch and it opened into a bed. “This was here from the previous CEO,” Hunter said as he placed me down on the sofa bed.
“I understand it was here in case I wanted to sleep on it until my apartment is ready.” The sheets were clean and it was comfortable. I tried stalling.
“Why can’t we wait until your apartment is ready?”
“Because when I saw you, I had to have you.” He leaned over me with my chest moving up and down and he looked at me. “You are so lovely. Especially those beautiful large brown nipples and your thick dark mound of curly hair.”
I had that problem. My nipples would extend large even though my breasts were somewhat small. But I could do nothing about his attraction to my curly dark hair between my legs. I’m a black woman what could I say.
Smelling him made me forget that I wasn’t supposed to be fucking the boss. I was supposed to run from him as fast as I could, but I didn’t have the energy to get away from him. He was too handsome and too willing to make my day.
As his mouth covered my breast and sucked each nipples, my legs opened on their own as if I had no control over the matter. I loved the smell of the expensive men soap on his body as if he had just showered. Sweet wood. And clean smelling shampoo. As if we were outside in the cold clean air. I threw my head back and I glanced to the right. He had taken a shower. I grabbed a fist full of his hair which didn’t faze him. He stayed focused on what he wanted—me.
If he was going to give me a proper fucking then he should start by prepping me to receive that hard core cock of his.
Before I could make a wish he had his head down and mouth going south.
I made myself a promise that this would be the last time. Not for him but for me because I couldn’t stand him going back to a woman other than me each night. Then I got this bright idea.
“Hunter, I’m married.” He stopped, looked at me and didn’t say a word and shrugged. His mouth moved down my stomach, kissed my hips one and then the other, and then he gazed up at me.
“Has your husband ever kissed you down here?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Then he gazed up at me again. He pulled my trembling legs apart. Stared at me and smiled. His tongue brushed across his lips and then I felt his warm breath, his warm tongue, and his warm finger enter my opening.
I closed my eyes and whispered to him, “No my husband never did that.” I was breathless. Then he took my legs and placed them around his body and his tongue entered me when he pulled his wet finger out and placed his fingers on my nipples and squeezed as his tongue stimulated my clit.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I was having an orgasm and I didn’t want to stop because I wasn’t sure that someone would come in and disturb us. Maybe his wife but certainly not a husband because I had none. I just wanted to even the playing field because I was jealous that he had a wife. Then I had another bright idea.
Pulling away from him, I brought him to face me as I clutched his hair in my fist. His breathing intensified. “I was enjoying eating you Tamia, weren’t you?”
“A little too much,” I said panting.
“Then let me finish what I started,” he said to me. I pushed at his wide muscular chest and he fell backwards on the bed. He was lying in his boxers and I straddle him with my naked self and pulled his boxers down. I unleashed his hard cock.
I took it in my hand and then I placed the tip of it on my lips and rolled it across my mouth. He placed his hands on my face. “I like looking at you with my pale dick on your brown lips. I could do this all day and all night. Does that sound strange to you?”
“Not really because I enjoyed seeing you between my legs and kissing me like that.” I placed his penis inside my mouth. It eased down inside my throat and stopped. Then I sucked it and taste the milk coming from it. He was ready.
“Have your wife ever made you feel this way?”
His eyes were closed and he moaned, “No. Never. Don’t stop.” But I did stop and I looked at him. I could decide if I wanted to continue with this or I could get up and put my clothes on and go home.
I chose to continue. He had me the minute he went to his knees and kissed me. I was willing to take him with wife and all. I eased up and felt his hard penis on my body and then I sat on that hard beautiful pale cock and pressed down on it. He grabbed my buttocks and squeezed them gently as I rode him hard up and down as I watched his handsome face and heard him moan from pleasure.
We were in to each other like we had been in the toilet but now we had all the space we needed. “Stay with me tonight. I’ll have dinner brought in, we can have tea, and then if you want to go home later then I’ll have my driver take you home.”
“But what about your wife?”
“What about her?”
“Don’t you think we should be careful?” I had lost all my senses.
“What about my husband?”
“You don’t have one.” He pushed me off him and leaned over me. “And I don’t have a wife. Why do we have to play those games? I know who you are. You’re that beautiful woman who fucked me in the bathroom in a bar. I looked everywhere for you.” I gazed at him stunned. “When I came to my senses and realized that I wanted you, I hired a detective to find you. Think about how I felt when I found you sitting in the back of the room trying to hide from me. I knew it was you. How could I not.”
Still speechless and that was a first, he lay over me and placed his penis close to my opening and I moved my hips upward and he moved his hips down to meet mine and we both reached our orgasms at the same time.
He whispered in my ear. “You are lovely. Now give me a proper kiss. And after that I found a riding crop,” he reached inside the sofa and raised it as I lay in his arms. “And there are cuffs and leather straps, and sex toys in the closet. How about this Englishman show you how we give a proper punishment to the women they love who like to play games with them.
I smiled and he gave me another orgasm and I fell into his arms and woke when the dinner arrived and I had my first cup of tea, English style, with milk.
The End
Below is an excerpt from My Body Guard
