The following week Julie was due to visit Tom again and her emotions were a mixture of trepidation as to what his partner would be like. Feeling cheap at what had happened last time and how he had used her like his slave she felt nervous excitement at just what he'd demand this time. The next deal was important as the commission was great, but she had her limits after all however the fact that'd we'd been at it like rabbits since she told me I reassured her that I was ok with it. As she kissed me goodbye that morning I told her to come back with the deal and make sure she tells me all about it and this is what happened.
She arrived at Tom's office feeling very nervous as to what he'd be like this time, still uncertain as to whether she would let him use her again or perhaps maybe this time, he'd just sign with no strings attached? But then again did she want that? She was physically trembling as she walked into his office building, usual business outfit on, but this time a short white two-piece suit with flesh colored stockings, high heels and little skimpy knickers on which were already getting damp as she walked in. Tom's secretary showed her straight into to his office and he smiled as she walked in and told his secretary that he wasn't to be disturbed as she closed the door.
"You wouldn't want us disturbed would you slut."
He said to Julie with a strictness in his voice that immediately let Julie know he meant business, before they did business!
She nervously said no as he got up and walked around his desk and positioned himself behind her and as she turned to face him, he firmly took hold of her arms and stopped her turning round. He held her firmly and started to press his already hard cock against her ass and whispered how much he'd been looking forward to seeing her again and that he hoped she wouldn't disappoint him! He then pushed her slowly but firmly forward so she was leaning over his desk and placed his hand right up her skirt and felt her now very wet pussy. He remarked at how wet it was, 'just like he remembered' and pulled her knickers off roughly and told her strictly to spread her legs and wait for his cock. He told her how he was going to fuck her soaking wet pussy so hard and he knew she wanted it.
"Tell me you want it Julie."
He said as she heard his zip go down and felt his cock fall onto her ass cheeks.
"Come on slut beg for it." He said
Christ she was so hot for it now, she readily agreed in her mind now she was his slave and had to do what he wanted and boy did it turn her on.
"I want it, oh please yes fuck me Tom, please fuck me." She almost screamed out at him.
At that he quickly thrust his cock straight up her pussy, hard and fast, straight up almost lifting her off her feet with the force. He fucked her hard and fast while pinning her down to his desk so she was powerless to resist not that she wanted to. It was a quick cum for both of them and soon he was filling her hole with his spunk as her juices flowed down and round his cock, boy was her pussy soaking. He immediately stood up, pulled his zip up, and went round to his seat now grinning at her with smug satisfaction at the power he had over her, he then told her to smarten herself up and get out.
Feeling cheap and used but so turned on at how he treated her she asked if the deal was done.
"No that'll be clinched tonight if you do as you're told." He responded.
He gave her hotel keys and explained that she would meet his partner tonight who was looking forward to meeting her and that she should go to room 167 and slip into the outfit he'd left on the bed for her and not to put anything over it. Then strangely he said, at 10pm I want you to come to room 175. She started to ask questions but he told her just to go and rest up, because she'd need her energy later!
She did as she was told and she went to the room wondering what he'd have left out for her and what was in store for her in room 175? As she entered the room, she saw a black and white French maids outfit on the bed, black stockings and suspenders and 5" heels. God she would look a real tart in that, but assumed that his partner must go for that sort of outfit. For the next 6 hours she lay wondering what his partner would be like. Should she wear it? Why were they not coming to her room? Should she just go home? What was she doing there? Why was she so turned on?