The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative - Sex Stories

The Remembrance of the Reluctant Representative

... was quite intoxicating having nothing to do with wine or bourbon. I gathered all my strength and broke our embrace. Falling into his chest I began to cry, “We can’t do this.” My tears ran down my face then fell to his suit coat. He pushed me away and drank from his glass then set it down. “Fine suit yourself. You know your review is coming up soon, I would really hate to find it necessary to give you a poor rating. I think that might contribute to some overly negative results for you,” He threatened me. This was not some veiled menace it was overt. “I just know you have a bright future with this company. The only one that can fuck it up is you.” I don’t think I had ever heard him say an unkind word to me before. I know he had never used such vulgar language around me. I sipped my wine sitting silently as he finished his drink. He pulled some bills from his pocket and threw them down on the table. “Let’s go, Anna Marie, I’m not spending a dime more on you. You know what, you’re ungrateful.” I started to speak then he snapped at me. “Just keep your mouth shut!” Picking up the check and his cigar he lit it up. In the cab all the way back to the hotel he glared at me. He constantly blew the noxious smoke at me. I coughed hacking out for him to, please stop smoking. “No,” was all he said. We rode the elevator together in total silence. I shut my door and dropped face down on the bed crying. I continued this for several minutes and wondered what he was doing on the other side of ...

... the adjoining door. Soon I sank into a hot bath to contemplate my future. The tub was a big whirlpool and the water jets massaged my body. It felt good the tension had become almost palatable between Thurgood and me. The warm water swishing around my tense body relaxed me and carried me off. I daydreamed about Thurgood and our kisses. Closing my eyes my mind then drifted to the black man’s crotch and that big prick underneath those impossibly tight jeans. “Well, don’t you look comfy,” his voice intruded on my thoughts. I jerked upright covering my breast. “Room for me in there?” “Certainly not,” I looked at him my horror showing. “Now, get out of here.” “No, your future is in my hands and I refuse to let you throw it away,” he said in a firm but matter of fact voice. “Please, sir, leave.” “No,” he was dressed only in a robe which dropped to the floor. I was shocked at his large limp cock. There was foreskin hanging over the head, concealing its form from my view. “Make room for me, Anna.” He stepped in and sat next to me putting his arm around my shoulder then gently pulled me back against him as we sank into the tub. “Sir, this is so wrong,” I spoke in a voice barely audible trembling in fear. “Ssshhh, now there is nothing wrong here,” he pulled me to him even tighter. His other hand moved my hands away from my breast. He began to move his hands over my chest. “Nice,” he spoke with his lips pressed to my ear. “I have always found you so attractive,” he purred softly then ...