The Exploits of Sean Brennan - Sex Stories

The Exploits of Sean Brennan

She squirmed as I picked her slim body up from behind. Her eyes went wide with terror. She whimpered and whined as I half carried her, half drug her through the halls of my skyscraper. When people in the halls saw me they returned to their offices, out of my way. No one challenged me, not even the police could touch me. I was too important. Her tits jiggled as I forced her down the the stairs. We reached the parking garage, went down another flight of stairs and another hall. The big metal door was open. I shoved her into the room. My bodyguard quickly ran into the room, shut the the door, and stood quietly in the corner. I shoved the girl into the only chair. The only other thing in the square room was a table and a dim blue light. She had a tight thin white button up (I could see her black bra through), a black skirt and heels. Her voice trembled as she asked, "Parlez-vous Francois?". I gave no answer, "Hablas espanol?...english?". I didn't reply. "Please, what do you want with me? I just work at an office", she started crying. "Please mister, don't hurt me". She was begging and blubbering. "Please sir, please-", I gave her nice slap across the face, not too hard though. She shut up. Her cheek grew bright red where I had slapped her. I leaned over her and reached inside her shirt to feel her soft tits. I gave them a few good squeezes and pinched one of her nipples. Her eyes darted around the room. She was nervous and on edge, justifiably. I left with my bodyguard and locked ...

... her in the room. I had work to do so I went upstairs to my office. I couldn't believe I had my own girl to use as I pleased. I reached my office and sat down. "Um sir", my assistant came in. I gave her this job about a year ago. She was a sexy young college girl, hot and horny. She leaned over and put her hands on my desk, giving me a nice view of her breasts. "Mr. Wilson from TechCorp is here to see you". "Thanks, please send him in". I watched her ass as she left. A few seconds later Mr. Wilson was in my office. "Let's get straight to business, you need our product for your company to work", I told him. "It wasn't that business I wanted to talk to you about. How are the drugs here in France doing?", he asked. "They're okay but the French aren't really into that hard shit. Send some softer drugs next time". "Will do. Did that girl I sent over arrive yet?" "Yeah". "How is she?" "I haven't tested her out yet but she's fucking gorgeous." "Well, I'll never be able to pay back that favor but I thought you'd like her. Just thought I'd stop by and check on things. I got to get back, see later". "Alright Wilson". Wilson was almost to the door, but turned at the last second. "Listen, Lena was my intern for a little before I sent her over here, but if you get tired of her, call this number", he wrote it on a piece of paper on my desk, "just get another one". Then he left. My assistant came back in my office. "Sir, workday's over", she reminded me. "Thanks. See you tomorrow, Kelly". I ...