The Sweetener - Sex Stories

The Sweetener

... conference room was not to be disturbed. Then Vasily was on his feet. He was moving round the table. He was behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. “Well, Ms Perkins,” he said. “Do we have a deal, or do we have to pretend a little longer?” His hands were like inevitability weighing down on her. Her boss’s voice was echoing in her head “By any means necessary.” “We have a deal,” she said, hardly able to believe she was saying it. “Good,” Vasily said. She didn’t have to see him to know that he was giving that wicked, rapacious grin of his. His hands slid downwards from her shoulders. She fully expected him to grope her breasts, and felt a shudder of shame as her nipples reacted in anticipation. But Vasily chose to slowly undo the buttons in her blouse. The fact that he didn’t touch her breasts, made Patricia all the more keen to feel his hands there. Now that she had taken the plunge, there didn’t seem to be any point in standing on virtue. All the same, she didn’t want to appear easy, and forced herself into immobility as Vasily finished unbuttoning her blouse, only leaning forward when he was done so that he could slide the garment off her shoulders. “Now, Ms Perkins,” he said, slowly and deliberately. “If you would kindly remove your trousers.” Patricia refused to look at him as she rose and removed first shoes and socks, then trousers. Now she was clad only in matching white lace bra and knickers. She tried telling herself that she was a businesswoman, getting the ...

... deal done “by any means necessary.” But stripped down to her underwear, she might just as well be the exotic dancer she had once been, and that Vasily knew she had been. She stood there, now finally looking at Vasily, looking away again when he said, “That’s a great improvement, Ms Perkins.” Fucking arsehole! The trouble was, his smug air of superiority was almost designed to appeal to her sexual nature. Vasily was staring straight at her breasts, and she was only too well aware of the very visible outline of nipple. “If you would please bend over the table,” Vasily said. Arsehole! But she liked a man who knew what he wanted, and that way at least she didn’t have to look at him. As soon as she was in position, he was behind her, his hands groping her through her knickers. “Nice arse,” he said. “Very nice. You really need to show it off more, Ms Perkins.” Like hell she did! But she had no time to consider such things. Vasily was grabbing her knickers and pulling them down. Not far, since her legs were planted far enough apart for that not to be possible. But he got them far enough down to give her arse a hard slap. “Very spankable arse,” Vasily decided. Shit, Patricia thought, feeling a little ripple of excitement run through her. Did he have her all worked out? Did she exude some kind of air that told him that she liked it hard and rough? She felt a new slap, Vasily remaining silent this time as he rubbed his hands over her buttocks before giving a good hard squeeze. He was a ...