The CEO’s Alluring Protégée
In our preliminary meeting, it was clear that Ms. Brewster was drawn to me, and I had no qualms about making my interest apparent. I suggested a confidential one-to-one meeting, which she agreed to, and we arranged to meet the following day after the normal working hours.
I was dressed in a plain white shirt that accentuated my curves, and I knew that my breasts were my biggest asset. My 32-inch F-cup bras provided the perfect support, and I was confident in my ability to use my physical attributes to facilitate business deals, as much as to satisfy my own desires.
Ms. Brewster, the charismatic CEO of her own business, was a stunning woman in her early forties. Her experience, confidence, and authority radiated from her, and I was drawn to her majestic presence. I admired older women in positions of power, and I wanted to be like them – capable, ruthless, and unafraid to take what I wanted.
When I returned the following day, I was greeted by Ms. Brewster’s PA, a stunning brunette who smiled warmly at me. I knew that I was about to drop my panties and spread my legs wide open, and I was eager to get started.
Ms. Brewster’s PA led me to the inner office, where Ms. Brewster was waiting for me. I handed her a revised contract, and she scanned through it, her eyes widening as she read the new clause. “An unusual proposition,” she purred, “but not without interesting possibilities.”
I nodded my head, my cheeks dimpling with a demure smile. “Of course, I would hope that you would request me personally to provide close liaison,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Mrs. Brewster leaned back in her chair, a rich throaty chuckle escaping her lips. “I think that can be arranged,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “In fact, I think it’s the only arrangement that makes sense.”
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that we were both thinking the same thing. “I’m glad we see eye to eye,” I said, my voice trembling slightly.
“Me too,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine. “I think we’re going to get along very well.”
The executive suite was a lavish oasis in the heart of the city, and as I sat across from Ms Brewster’s imposing desk, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation. Her piercing gaze roamed over me, a frank inventory of my physical appeal that left no doubt as to her intentions.
I smiled, my unease dissipating as I shifted forward in my chair, my jacket falling away to reveal the outline of my bra beneath my thin white shirt. My breasts, thrusting proudly forward, seemed to draw her gaze like a magnet.
My finger trailed across her breast, the soft fabric of her suit jacket a barrier between my skin and hers. She smiled, her eyes flashing with desire, as I pressed on, my touch igniting a spark of arousal within her.
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I moved closer, my breath whispering against her ear as I thrust my hand between her thighs, my finger sinking into the wet heat of her panties. She gasped, her hips arching upward as I stroked her, the fabric of her suit jacket no longer a barrier between us.
Moving swiftly, I shed my unnecessary garments, beckoning Ms Brewster to rise and approach me. She stopped me in my tracks, about six or seven feet away from her desk, with a gentle gesture. ‘Take off your suit,’ she said with a hungry smile, ‘and let’s get down to some closer negotiations.’ I mirrored her actions, folding my jacket over the visitor’s chair and then undoing my tight skirt, which I placed on the chair as well. Ms Brewster’s eyes lit up with appreciation as she murmured, ‘Good, yes, that’s good.’ ‘Remain where you are,’ she instructed, walking around her desk to stand in front of me. Her gaze lingered on my out-thrust bust for a few seconds before she reached for the front of my white shirt. With a slow and deliberate motion, she undid the buttons, her fingers grazing my skin and sending shivers down my spine. ‘Aaah,’ she breathed, ‘you’re so beautiful.’ With a gentle tug, she removed my shirt, and I felt a rush of excitement as she reached for my bra. ‘Let me see,’ she whispered, her fingers dancing across my skin as she unclasped the clip. The lace-topped cups sprang apart, and Ms Brewster’s eyes widened in appreciation. ‘Oh, how nice,’ she murmured, her voice dripping with desire. ‘How very, mmmm, tasty.’ She cupped my breasts in her hands, rubbing them together and sending a jolt of pleasure through me. ‘You’re so responsive,’ she purred, her thumbs circling my nipples as she leaned in to kiss me. Her mouth was warm and inviting, and I felt myself melting into her touch. As she kissed me, Ms Brewster’s hand slid down my belly, her fingers dipping into my panties and finding my clit. She rubbed me gently, sending me spiraling into a world of pleasure. ‘You’re so wet,’ she whispered, her voice husky with desire. ‘Do I turn you on, you big-titted lezzie slut?’ she teased, her fingers probing deeper into my folds. ‘Aaaaaahh,’ I gasped, my body arching into her touch. ‘You’re the hottest fucking bitch on the planet! Do me, c’mon, take me, fucking have me… anything you like, I’ll do just anything you want.’ Ms Brewster laughed, a throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. ‘Well, Miss Bumper-tits,’ she said, ‘I think you’ve got yourself a deal.’ With a confident smile, she stepped behind me, her hands grasping my hips as she positioned me for entry. ‘Are you ready?’ she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. I nodded, my body trembling with anticipation. ‘Hold still,’ she instructed, her fingers probing my entrance before finding the perfect spot to insert the dildo. ‘Aaah,’ I whimpered, my body stretching to accommodate the length and girth of the toy. Ms Brewster’s hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as she began to rock back and forth, the dildo gliding in and out of me with a smooth, gentle motion. ‘Now,’ she said, her voice calm and confident, ‘let’s discuss the contract.’ With a flick of her wrist, she pulled out the pages from her desk drawer, her eyes scanning the text as she dictated her revisions. ‘Twice a month, not once,’ she said, her voice dripping with desire. ‘Don’t you agree, babe?’ As she asked, she gave me a wicked rock, the dildo stirring inside me and sending me spiraling into a world of pleasure. ‘Ooohh!’ I gasped, my body arching into her touch. ‘Yes, yes – of course, please, yes.’ With a decisive motion, Ms Brewster signed the contract, her pen scratching across the page as she sealed our deal. ‘You’re mine now,’ she whispered, her voice rich with desire. ‘Mine to play with, mine to fuck.’ I felt Ms Brewster’s firm grip on my shoulders as she pinned me in place, her heavy pelvis slamming forward to push the dildo back into me. The air left my lungs in a rush, and I drew in a shuddering breath as she yanked the rod back out, only to drill into me again, this time with even more force. Ms Brewster rode me like a wild mustang, and I loved every explosive, mind-blowing second of it. The sensation was almost unbearable, but in a good way. I was at her mercy, and she knew it. After what felt like an eternity, I screamed and sobbed in a convulsing climax. From the power and sensuality of the moment, a split second later Ms Brewster also came, her harsh short grunts a testament to her own pleasure. As the stillness settled over us, Ms Brewster withdrew the dildo from my body and slapped my rump, a wordless signal to resume an upright position. I struggled to gather the strength and coordination to raise my chest from the desktop and push myself up into a vertical posture. By the time I managed it, Ms Brewster had unbuckled and removed the strap-on, placing it on her desk. She gathered me into her arms, and we shared a slow, sensuous session of oral exploration with our tongues, our hands roaming over each other’s torso in tender attention. This was incredibly invigorating, and I felt my youthful energy coursing back. I was more than impressed at Ms Brewster’s equal resilience. She was a woman of a certain age, but she still exuded a youthful vitality that was hard to ignore. After a few moments, Ms Brewster broke our clinch and crossed to a mini-bar set into one of the wall units. She poured two large glasses of chilled spring water and handed one to me, and we stood there, drinking the water while our eyes roamed over each other’s bodies. I began to reach down for my bra and panties, thinking that this was the end of our encounter, but Ms Brewster stopped me with a chiding “tut, tut”. “I like to give it to a girl hard and strong,” she said, “but I also like to receive – and equally hard and strong, too!” “Oh?” I replied, my curiosity piqued. As the words sank in, I felt a galvanic thrill run through me. I realized what she meant, and my excitement grew. “It would be my pleasure, Ms Brewster, indeed it would!” I gasped, a grin spreading from ear to ear. Ms Brewster smiled back, a sultry expression on her face. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, tossing it over the desk to land on her chair, on top of her mini-skirt. Then, with her heavy breasts drawing my eyes like magnets, she lay down on her back on the cushion, her tits pointing at the ceiling. I swallowed, took another gulp of water, and quickly buckled the strap-on into place. I came to stand in the wide space between Ms Brewster’s thighs, her authority still radiating from her like a palpable force. “Lick them… suck them…” she instructed me, her voice like warm honey in its smoothness. I bent over eagerly, my mouth swooping down to her right nipple, while I tweaked and pulled her other tit with my hand. As I sucked the flesh of her aureole into my mouth and rasped my tongue around and across her engorged peak, I was rewarded by deep grunts of satisfaction. Ms Brewster spread her legs open even wider, and her pelvis thrust forward, her cunt bumping against the plastic rod hanging between my legs. “Fuck me now!” she ordered, feeling the tip of the dildo pressing against her pussy. “C’mon, bitch – show me what you can do – give it your best shot, you slut! Fuck me hard, real hard – fucking do me!!” Her words were music to my ears, and I stood upright, gripped her waist, and adopted the opposite of her earlier tactics. I shoved the dildo into her like a homing missile, and then began shafting her like a bucking bronco, my hips pivoting dementedly to pump the strap-on cock in and out of her pussy at a frenetic pace. There was no subtlety to this at all – it was hyper-charged, full-voltage cunt-fucking, and it soon had the desired effect. Ms Brewster’s mouth hung open as she panted for breath, her pelvis jerking upwards spasmodically in response to my almost savage penetrations. “Oh! Fuck!… oh, shit!… yes, you bitch, go on, fuck… aaahh… yeah, c’mon, you cunt, really fuck me!” she gasped – and then her back arched, and she almost screamed: “AAAHHH!! FUCK!! YES! I’M COMING! FUCK ME, YOU LITTLE BITCH! FUCK ME, YES!!! AAAGGGHHH!!!” Mrs. Brewster’s whole body shivered and shook, her nostrils flared, spittle flew from her open mouth, and a flood of pussy-juice coursed out of her vulva and sprayed across her desktop as I mercilessly slammed the dildo in yet again. The sight of this majestic mature businesswoman so utterly fucked by my rough dildoing of her cunt was incredibly erotic. Without withdrawing the plastic cock from Ms Brewster’s pussy, I reached down, loosened one of the side straps, and frantically squirmed my right hand in behind the dildo’s faceplate. Within seconds, I found my own slit, and pressed up under the top to rub frantically on my clitoris. The sensation was overwhelming, and I gave a broken cry as an orgasm like a dam bursting released the flood of my arousal. We lay like that for two or three minutes, companionably close and sharing the wondrous sensation of having been thoroughly, completely, earth-movingly lesbo-fucked. Finally, and with evident regret, Ms Brewster said we would have to call time for today, as she had a charity fund-raising dinner to attend in the evening. She produced two medium-sized towels and we rubbed ourselves down and sprayed on enough deodorant to at least look and smell respectable for leaving the building. As we got dressed, Ms Brewster explained her revision of my final clause – it was her intention that once a month we would meet here, after her employees had gone home, as she loved having sex in her office. However, for the second occasion, I would come to her house on a designated Saturday afternoon, and stay overnight. Mrs. Brewster told me that she did not have a permanent partner, but rather “enjoyed the company of a few like-minded friends” from amongst the other powerful business and professional women in the city. They were all single, and met every weekend for their regular “gathering”. “Trisha – that’s my PA, you’ve met her, of course – is a regular guest, and so is pretty little Amiko, my intern,” Ms Brewster said. “She may look demure, but she’s an almost insatiable submissive – she just soaks it up, whatever you do to her and however many of you do it!” “Anyway, I think you’ll be a lovely addition to our fun and games,” Ms Brewster said, a sly smile spreading across her face. “In fact, I think you’ll go down very well.” “Oh, yes!” I assured her, enraptured at the prospect. For a full-on 24-hour lesbian orgy with sophisticated and powerful mature women – my idea of heaven. I smiled in anticipation, thinking: for you, and more hot cunts like you – I’ll go down, and go down, and go down, just as often and as long as you want me to!