Exactly 48 metres away from where Kat sat, newly wet, was her new boss. Joseph Fucker was a happy man who was about to get even happier. The outright owner of his own agency, Joe didn't need to work any more. But he still loved the rush of selling the work and closing the deal. Being surrounded by drop-dead gorgeous 25 year-old women who always laughed at all his jokes didn't hurt either.
He had mentally hired his Client Services Director Zoe Gorgeous on the spot when he saw her in reception a few months ago. She was in her mid-thirties (old by his standards) but she had the most spectacular tits he had ever seen. And he had seen some award-winning breasts. Married three times, he wasn't a man to let a little thing like a third wife stand in the way of having a good time.
He had taken Zoe out to celebrate her hiring and she didn't disappoint.
"What's your greatest achievement?" he had asked her towards the end of dinner, coked up now (he had a pretty regular, expensive habit) and pretty drunk.
Zoe stared at him as he leered unashamedly at her plunging, creamy deep cleavage.
"Swallowing all 8 inches of my best friend's husband while he's on the phone to his wife," she said casually, smiling as he blinked twice quickly.
"Would you like me to show you?"
Joe nodded.
They had fucked all that weekend at his house, his own wife away with his teenage children. Joe was shocked how kinky Zoe's tastes seemed to be. He had always prided himself on his own deviance, but Zoe was something else.
She seemed, above all, to get off on his betrayal of his wife. He found it thrilling when she offered to suck his cock while he rang his wife. He fucked Zoe's face while telling his wife what a boring weekend he was having on his own at home.
"Nothing much," he said to Sadie his wife, holding his phone as he watched Zoe slowly trail her tongue down his shaft and take his balls into her mouth.
On a coke binge on the Saturday night he had gabbled away his deepest, darkest fantasies to Zoe: his penchant for teenage girls and his love of domination and rough sex.
Delighted, Zoe had suggested some role play and had offered to dress up as a schoolgirl. She dressed in thigh-high black fishnets, a tiny skirt, and tight, crisp white shirt. She had crawled over to him, pouting, while unzipping his trousers. He was both horrified and utterly aroused to see that she was wearing his own teenage daughter's uniform, her large breasts straining their way out of the smaller shirt.
"Fuck my bottom daddy," she had whispered to him, sucking hard on his 8-inch shaft. "I want you to feel your big cock in my tight, sweet arse," she had said, staring at him before he gave her what she wanted.
He put a collar round her neck, taken from his personal collection, and leashed her with a chain that he attached to her collar, wrapping the other end round his fist and taking her on all fours on his bed.
That was when, his cock deep, deep inside her arse, she had talked about her plan. About how she could 'gift wrap' him a present. "Someone you'll like," she had said, purring as she bent over and ground her hips into his cock until, bucking and moaning, Joe pulled hard on the leash as he came inside her.
The plan the pair had made that night was about to begin unfolding and Joe had been hard for hours just thinking about it....
Breaking him from his reverie, his intercom crackled into life: "Kat's here for her first day Mr Fucker."
He smiled.
He ushered the teenager into his large, corner office, with its plush sofas and floor-to-ceiling windows. As the statuesque 5ft 10inches of his summer temp walked by him, he had to restrain himself from throwing her over his desk and forcing himself on her there and then.
There would be plenty of time for that.