The Jones Account - Sex Stories

The Jones Account

... manner. “You can get up and get dressed now.” Dejected Kristina lifted herself up off him. Avoiding his gaze, she bent down to scoop up her bra and swiftly headed for the chair to get the rest of her clothes. Oh my God! What have I done? I've ruined my career and for what? I'll never be able to show my face in this office again! How could I be so stupid? How could I let him use me like that? She continued to berate herself as she hurriedly grabbed her clothes trying to make a hasty retreat. Feelings of guilt, shame and humiliation welled up inside her like a ball of hot lead in her stomach. She quickly got dressed, grabbed her jacket and headed for the door. She couldn’t believe how easily he’d dismissed her. Just then Mr. Jones emerged from the bathroom, fully clothed, cowboy hat and all. He intercepted her, scooping her up into his arms and crushing her against his chest. He planted a sloppy, wet kiss on her unsuspecting lips. His kiss was rough, and he tasted like scotch. But instead of being repulsed Kristina warmed to it, allowing him full access to her mouth. He goosed her ...

... playfully before releasing her mouth, leaving her dazing and still wanting. He cupped her chin and ran his thumb seductively over her bottom lip. “Mmm Hmmm. I'd love to know what else you could do with that pretty little mouth of yours,” cooed the cowboy. “Hey Richard, you think we could continue to work with Miss Kristina here?” “I don't know. Kristina?” Kristina turned to face her boss, all the while registering the inference in Mr. Jones’ invitation. He sat on the couch, his arm resting lightly on the arm and looking very nonchalant. “Would you like to continue to work with Mr. Jones and myself? And I may invite one or two more colleagues to join us. I think you could be a valuable... asset.” Kristina bowed her head slightly, pondering the question. Her mind suddenly flashed on a scene with her on the ground, naked on all fours. A small group of men was surrounding her and using every inch of her body for their pleasure. She cocked her head to the side and looked up at Mr. Blackwell. She batted her long eyelashes at him, an impish grin on her face. Politely she responded, “Yes, sir.”