The Sweetener - Sex Stories

The Sweetener

... dripping out of her newly fucked cunt. Vasily’s hard eyes roamed her as he stuffed his slimy cock back in his trousers. “Oh this was just foreplay, Ms Perkins.” “What?” “I will send a car to pick you up tomorrow at four.” Patricia’s outrage finally got the better of her. “You don’t own me!” she barked, as another dollop of Vasily’s sperm dropped from her pussy to the floor of the conference room. As calm as anything, Vasily looked her straight in the eye and said, “Do you want this deal to go through?” “By any means necessary.” Patricia nodded. “Of course.” “Then here’s the deal. I will send a car for you at four. You will be taken to my house. There you will do exactly as you are told. Then we have a deal. If you don’t agree to this…” he shrugged his shoulders. “Then all bets are off. You understand me, Ms Perkins?” There was nothing hypothetical about this. Feeling deeply ashamed, but unable to find an alternative solution, Patricia nodded. “Yes, I understand.” She slept badly that night, waking at intervals with conflicting feelings. On the one hand she felt dirty, the way she had allowed Vasily to use her. She knew very well that she was prostituting herself for the sake of the deal; that she was degrading herself, that she should never have allowed it. Maybe she should have denied Vasily, and gone to her boss. But the boss’s words kept ringing in her head. “Make the deal happen. By any means necessary.” Every time she woke up, those words kept bouncing around inside her ...

... skull. “By any means necessary.” Then she wondered if it was really that bad. She got to have sex without the hassle of going to a bar, or finding a man some other way, without endless negotiation. Vasily was a bastard, but she had a weakness for real bastards. Her real worry was her reputation. If the deal went through and no-one was any the wiser, she’d come out of this looking really good. If what she’d done came out, she’d always be the slut who fucked her way to a deal. The trouble was that Vasily had made it more or less clear that the deal was contingent on her acquiescing to his sexual demands. “By any means necessary.” All of these thoughts kept on occupying Patricia the next day, but deep down she knew she wasn’t going to find an alternative. She made sure she showered and applied lotion all over her body in good time before four. She found a red top that showed plenty of cleavage, combining it with a short black skirt and black hold-ups. She let her hair hang free, flowing down to her shoulders. A pair of high heels completed the ensemble. The car that came to collect her was a Beamer with tinted windows. The driver opened the back door for her, but there was no question of them conversing during the drive. Patricia was battling her nerves, now using her boss’s words as a mantra. “By any means necessary. By any means necessary.” The car swung into a driveway and continued to an expensive looking house, Vasily was already on the steps outside waiting. “Good evening, ...