"In case someone is foolish enough to break-in, I have alarms and surveillance cameras all over," he said. "There's also a security gate that my staff pulled close and locked whenever we leave the condo. Should someone get the key and access to my private elevator, they'd still be unable to enter with the security gate in place," he said.
F F F
We chatted with him for about twenty-minutes as if we were old friends instead of employer and employee. It was an awkward meeting while knowing that I'd soon be having sex with my boss. After having already seen his erect, naked prick while being forced to watch him masturbate himself and cum, I wasn't looking forward to seeing that again. Yet, willing to be bought and soon to be paid for me being the whore that he wanted me to be, the money was my motivation to go through with whatever he wanted me to do.
With me looking so much like his deceased mother when she was in her prime, he'd be having sex with me while imagining having sex with his mother. Where most men must satisfy themselves by watching porn, reading, or writing erotic stories, he's fortunate that he had the money to play out his personal perversions. Instead of thinking about having sex with him, all that I could think of was the money.
A penthouse suite, he had the entire floor. I'd guess that he had 10,000 square feet of room, if not more. As his private, personal executive assistant, I read that he had paid $150,000,000 for the condo several years ago that was now worth $250,000,000. With real estate prices in New York and everywhere else skyrocketing, $100,000,000 wasn't a bad return on his real estate investment.
Never have been in a place as magnificent as this. While wishing that I lived here, I couldn't imagine living with him. I thought of my boss asking me to marry him because I looked so much like his mother. Yet, much like asking his mother to marry him, he'd never ask me to marry him. Besides, I'd never abandon my stepson for my boss. I loved him as if he was my son.
While sipping our drinks, we stood to walk to the massive windows to stare out at the view. If I lived here, never leaving the condo to venture outside, I'd stare at the view all day while having all that I needed delivered. Then, once finished with our drinks, with him not wasting any more time with formalities, he showed us the way to his bedroom.
F F F
'This was it. This was really it,' I thought again while panicking. 'I'm about to have sex with my boss. I can't believe that I'm doing this.'
Instead of him dick flashing me and masturbating in front of me while I flashed him my bra and panties, I was about to have sex with him. Hard to wrap my head around having sex with him, I couldn't believe that he was willing to pay me half a million-dollars to have sex with him. I couldn't believe that he had already promised us four-hundred-thirty-five-thousand-dollars to watch us having sex with one another while imagining his mother having sex with him.
As perverted as this was convoluted, I couldn't believe that I was humoring him by agreeing to have intimate relations with him. Yet, doing it for the money, how many women would turn down a monetary offer that would make them set for life? Besides, it was just sex. As long as I close my eyes while imagining Brett having sex with me, I can do anything once.
Nonetheless, I dreaded him kissing me while touching and feeling me through my clothes. I was sickened by the thought of him undressing me and stripping me naked. Just as bad as that, I'd have to undress him and strip him naked, too.
Then, there was the sex. No doubt, he'd want to make love to me in the way that he wished he had made love to his mother. He'd want to fuck me in the way that he wanted to fuck her. He'd want to finger and lick my pussy in the way that he wanted to masturbate and eat his mother. Finally, he'd want me to suck his cock, allow him to cum in my mouth, and watch me swallow his cum.
'I'm going to be sick,' I thought.
Controlling myself from doing so, I wanted to vomit.
F F F
As if walking to my execution, I walked with him and my stepson to his bedroom that was bigger than the interior of my entire house. He had Brett sit in a chair that faced the huge bed. Then, with him eager to begin, as if I was my boss's mother, something that he, no doubt, yearned to do with her, while fulfilling his sexual fantasy and having no more regrets, he did with me.
He wrapped one arm around my waist and his other arm around my shoulders. Then, he kissed me. As if I was his wife, his girlfriend, his lover, or his mother, he parted my lips and French kissed me. Having no choice, forcing myself to quickly get in the mood, I returned his French kiss with my long, wet kiss.
'Yuck,' I thought. 'I kissed my boss. Gross. He stuck his tongue in my mouth.'
I closed my eyes while imagining that I was kissing someone else, anyone else, instead of my boss. My boss kissed me with wild, animal lust and wanton desire. As if his mother was Sleeping Beauty, while trying to awaken his deceased mother from the dead, with him trying too hard and forcing something that wasn't there, he kissed me too hard.
To be honest, I dreaded having sex with him. My skin crawled to think of him seeing me without my clothes while touching, feeling me, and fondling my naked body. Feeling as if I was being raped, I couldn't wait to take a long, hot shower after having had sex with him. Yet, with that kind of money that he paid me to have sex with him, I'd never have to do anything that I didn't want to do ever again.
No doubt, getting drunk, I'll be drinking lots of alcohol later to help me forget having sex with him. Yet, my reward was him giving us as much money that I earned in more than ten-years. Instead of thinking of my boss having sex with me, I thought of that big, black duffle bag filled with money. After taxes of around 37%, nine-hundred-thirty-five-thousand-dollars is like earning nearly 1.5 million-dollars before taxes. Many people don't even earn that in a lifetime.
F F F
As if he was my son and I was his mother, he continued kissing me while feeling and fondling me everywhere through my clothes. Then, he slowly undressed me. Again, I controlled myself from being sick to my stomach. I didn't want to ruin everything by vomiting on him. Again, while hoping to trick my mind, I imagined someone else undressed me and stripped me naked instead of my boss.
'I can do this,' I thought. 'I've already shown him my bra and panties at work. I'll feel better once I'm home with all of that money.'
At that moment, a crushing blow to my ego, I realized that my position as his personal, executive assistant meant little to him. All of the work that I did for him was for naught. It didn't matter all that I had done for him in my job responsibilities. He didn't hire me because of my twenty-years of professional experience. He hired me because I looked like his mother.
A time when I should have refused but not wanting to lose my job by not doing what he asked, I couldn't believe it when he gave me money to buy sexy lingerie. If that wasn't enough, I couldn't believe it when he asked me to show him my bra and panties. I couldn't believe it when he dick flashed me and wanted me to watch him masturbate while he called me mommy.
I thought that was it. Not just crossing the line but leaping over the line of what was sexually inappropriate, I never thought he'd give me this kind of money to allow him to watch me having sex with my stepson. Then, from the time that he hired me, it took him a year to build up the courage to arrange for this sexual scenario of me having sex with him.
I undressed my employer and he undressed me, too. I stripped him naked and he stripped me naked, too. This is why he gave us the money. He wanted to recreate what he wished he had done with his mother. No longer having regrets and missed opportunities, a luxury that few men could afford, while he imagined that I was his mother, he wanted to do everything with me that he had wished he had done with her.
F F F
"Call me, Johnny," he said.
He unbuttoned and removed my blouse while I unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He unbuttoned and unzipped my short skirt while I unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his trousers. I stepped out of my skirt and he stepped out of his pants.
Then, as if he stared at his mother in her sexy lingerie, he took a step back to stare at me in my bra and panties. Mortified, as embarrassed as I felt ashamed, he stared at me as if I was already naked. Only, he wasn't looking at me. Looking right through me, he stared at the imagined image of his mother, Mary.
He took a step forward to feel my breasts and finger my nipples through my bra. With my nipples sensitive to the touch, as soon as he fingered my nipples, they erected. Then, he reached around me to touch, feel, and squeeze my ass through my panties. Finally, he cupped my pussy through my panties, while sliding a slow finger along my pussy slit.
Then, he reached around me to unhook my bra. Taking his time, he removed my bra straps from my shoulders. Then, he removed my arms from my bra straps while I held my bra cups in place. Finally, I removed my bra and tossed it on his bed. He stared at my naked breasts as if he stared at his mother's naked breasts.
