This story is a Word document 34 pages long so I decided to split it up into multiple chapters in a single submission so the readers can come back to it more easily if they don't want to read it in its entirety in one sitting.
Chapter Three
After participating in a gang bang of my work V.P. Bitch Boss, Ms. Huffington, in the backroom of a rural dive bar, and going back to her motel room and fucking her all night long, she tried to fire me after recognizing me at work. I turned the tide on her when I showed her some video I took of her gang bang and I ended up fucking her ass while she was bent over her desk. Not only did I save my job but my immediate supervisor, Patricia, and I both got substantial pay raises.
However, I didn't know what was going to happen next. Should I return to the dive bar and be part of her regular gang bangs? Would she invite me back to her motel room? Would our office encounter be a one-time deal or would it become a regular thing? There was no way we were going to have a serious personal relationship seeing I just graduated from college and she was in her early 40s. I wasn't sure I wanted to continue a sexual relationship anyway. It was a very bizarre situation to be in, however, that woman sure loved to fuck and I wasn't getting any regular pussy either.
I found myself reliving our sexual encounters in my mind which usually led to me masturbating at the thought of Ms. Huffington sucking my dick, or me fucking her pussy, or her lovely ass. I rarely ran into Ms. Huffington at work before our relationship began, however, after Patricia and I showed our data analysis to several V.P.s it seemed that we were having more meetings. When you start analyzing numbers, it is natural that they tend to lead to more questions and deeper dives into the data.
That deeper dive into the data meant Patricia and I would be working closer with Bitch Boss. It was extremely bizarre being in meetings with Ms. Huffington. There was an undeniable sexual tension between us that I prayed no one else noticed. As soon as she entered the conference room, my eyes were immediately drawn to her attire and I'd then began to undress her with my eyes.
I knew that behind those glasses and stern demeanor was an absolutely beautiful woman, especially when she let her long blonde hair out of the bun. I would check out as much of her long legs as possible given that she mostly wore knee-length dresses or skirts. It drove me wild when she was wearing pantyhose because I recalled ripping holes in one pair so I could lick her pussy, fuck her, and sodomize her while I felt the soft nylon in my hands or rubbing against my bare skin.
Ms. Huffington normally wore white blouses and I would try to see how much of her bra I could see underneath. I knew what those full breasts looked, felt, and tasted like. I desperately wanted to suck on those delectable dark nipples again.
I wondered if Ms. Huffington was secretly thinking about the times I'd fucked her or when she had my hard dick in her mouth while giving me one of her sensuous blow jobs. It was difficult to focus on the task at hand while she was in the room. I had to make sure I didn't get an embarrassing erection. I would try to focus on the others in the room but I would still steal glances of her when I could.
Just because I had a sexual relationship with my V.P., it didn't stop her from being a fucking bitch at work. She would often give Patricia a difficult time, some of which seemed like she was questioning Patricia's competence. It annoyed the heck out of Patricia but she tried not to take it personally and she would often vent to me after meetings. I was the junior person in these meetings so I wasn't expected to say much even though most of it was things I was working on or put together under Patricia's supervision.
In one meeting, Ms. Huffington mistakenly called Patricia, "Pam" a few times. Patricia let it go but after the third time, she said, "My name is Patricia."
Ms. Huffington looked at her dismissively and replied, "Oh right," and didn't even apologize.
Later in the meeting, I answered a question that Ms. Huffington had about the data and she sternly replied, "I directed the question to Pam, uh Patricia, not you."
She basically told me to speak when spoken to. The room went quiet. I was embarrassed and others were embarrassed for me. I didn't say a word for the rest of the meeting.
After the meeting was over and just before I reached the door, Ms. Huffington called out and said, "Gabe, come to my office at the end of the day. I want to speak with you."
Others in the room looked scared for me.
On the way back to our work area, Patricia even said, "Do you want me to go with you? I'm not going to let her intimidate my staff. I don't care if I get fired. I'm sick of her shit. That bitch knows my name. She does that shit on purpose."
I think I had an idea of what Ms. Huffington wanted and told Patricia, "No thank you. I appreciate the offer but I'm an adult. I can handle this myself."
At the end of the day, as Patricia was leaving, she told me, "Call me after you meet with the Bitch Boss and let me know how you made out."
"I will but I think everything will be fine. Don't worry."
I was smiling inside because all Ms. Huffington wanted was to get laid. I even waited several minutes to make her wait for me. If she wanted to play games with me, I wanted to let her know I was going to play some myself.
When I got to her office, her secretary was gone so I knocked on the open door and stood at the entrance.
Ms. Huffington's first words were, "You're late. I don't like to be kept waiting."
"I was working on some things and lost track of time."
"Don't let it happen again. Close the door, Gabe."
I obediently closed the door and took a seat in front of her large desk.
"I suppose you know why I called you up here."
"I think so, Bev," I replied while staring directly at her.
She smiled at me, knowing we understood each other. I don't know why she didn't smile more often. Ms. Huffington has such a pretty face. She has full lips and a captivating smile and looks even more beautiful when she doesn't have on her bitch face.
I then told Bev, "You know, you were a naughty girl in that meeting earlier today."
"How's that," she scoffed.
"First of all, you know Patricia's name and we both know you disrespect her by calling her Pam. Secondly, you embarrassed me."
"Well, what are you going to do about it?"
"I guess I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. You can start by taking off your blouse."
Ms. Huffington looked like she wanted to tell me to, "Fuck off," but she looked directly at me while unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped off her shoulders and placed it on her chair. She looked spectacular with the mounds of her full breasts overflowing from the top of her bra.
"Now the skirt."
Bev ever so slowly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, placing it on the chair with her blouse. She had on sheer-to-waist nude pantyhose and her firm slender legs looked so enticing in them. She may have been in her 40's but she kept herself in breathtaking condition.
When Ms. Huffington began to take off her bra, I told her, "No, not yet. Not until I tell you to. I want you to take off your glasses and let your hair down."
Bev followed my instructions and when she let her blonde hair down from her bun, she lowered her head, shook it, and quickly raised it as her long hair flowed behind her. She then fluffed out her hair which perfectly highlighted her beautiful face and baby blue eyes.
