Her Ex-Boss, Who Just Joined the Board

Since there wasn’t any fallout, because we cleaned it up silently, there was no reason not to follow standard procedure and bring a retiring CEO, Max Schreck, onto the board…or so the Board had said. Personally, that seemed like bullshit and Diamond clearly didn’t believe it either.

But my response was obvious, I didn’t know the man, but I wasn’t likely to find him attractive. To which she responded by showing me a picture of an older man, relatively fit and not bad looking, standing with three quite young blonde women.

I lowered my voice, “Uh, shared partners doesn’t work with kids.”

She smirked. “This one’s his daughter, Chloe,” she flicked forward to a picture of that blonde in a cheerleading outfit.

“Who got made head cheerleader over Romy, after he gave the school a new gym."

She turned the phone back, after giving me a good look and flicked through to find the next photo she wanted, "This one’s his sister, a late-in-life baby for his equally cradle-robbing father, Piper,”

“Who once asked Liam out on a date, just to stand him up and laugh that he’d thought he had a chance with her."

"What a bitch."

"Yeah." Again she picked through her phone, finding the final picture, "And this one’s his wife, Kali,”

“Who he divorced his wife for and who treated me like shit every time we met, unlike his last wife who was a fucking saint. He bought his bimbo a gym to give her something to do. I only included three because everything else was giving three options, but obviously it needs to be one of the other two, not Chloe...”

I nodded, though a small part of me thought of Romy and the **** toggle. “I’ll look into who’s easier to access. Anyway, I was thinking about asking Skin to help Kat and Frannie with some stuff, is that okay? Should be safe enough--”

“Given her traits, it’ll be fine. At some point we’re gonna talk more about some of those and some of the others, as well as these missions, but for the moment, we’ve only got ten minutes and I am not meeting with Jasmine without your cum in me.”

I smiled, “Jealous?”

“Just marking my territory.”

I raised a brow, and she met my eyes evenly, the challenge there obvious. “Well, then…let’s mark territory,” I leaned forward and kissed her deeply. “We have a job to do…for which you need to look…professional. Which means I cannot ruin that pretty make-up and though I’m sure you’re wet enough, we’re rather short on lube. Which leaves one hole for me to use to mark you.”

She nodded eagerly.

“Which one is that?”

“My pussy…Mr. Cain.”

“Ask for what you want.”

“Please fuck my tight little pussy, Mr. Cain.”

“No, I don’t think so,” I pulled back and sat there.

“Seriously?”

“You’re a smart girl, Diamond. Figure it out.”

She stared at me, then down at my throbbing cock.

“Mr. Cain, may I fuck myself on your cock?”

“Yes. But we only have ten minutes. You’ll have to be very fast, if you want to ‘mark’ me as yours.”

She instantly lunged forward, her thick, dick-sucking lips coated in lipstick and heading for my pale throat, where it would have been obvious, but I shoot my head. “Bad girl.”

She froze.

“I told you how you could mark me and it wasn’t like that.”

“How does riding you until you cum mark you as mine? That’ll be invisible!”

“That depends where she’s looking. And how thorough a job you do.”

“But you said…”

I smiled happily at her. “It didn’t even occur to you, did it?”

“What?”

“You could just not finish me. I’d walk in with a massive hard-on and it would be obvious what happened.”

“And let Jasmine get your load?” she reached out and began undoing my pants. “No way, Mr. Cain. Your good girl gets your load. She gets whatever’s left!”

She knew I had plenty, I couldn’t not, given the app, but still, that was nice. Her skirt rolled up over her hips and her lack of panties became obvious, the scent of her arousal filled the car as she turned her back, shoving her ass in my face. “I’d face you, but I don’t think I could resist kissing you as you rock my world.”

“Good girl, it’s good to know your limit--” she lowered herself down, guiding my throbbing prick into her. I did not split her open, she was too wet for that, instead I simply glided into her, until she bottomed out. She was damn sure marking my trousers as she whimpered atop me for just a moment before trying to move.

I had to help her, given the angle, but I wouldn’t, not until--

“Mr. Cain, please help me, I’m not strong enough, please fuck your good girl, please--”

My hands moved, pulling her tits free on their way to spread her legs so I could properly help her get what she needed, what I needed.

Her movements were rapid, helped along by my lifting and thrusting, as we fought against the clock and traffic to try to achieve our mutual pleasure. I was tempted to use Orgasm Control, but this was a challenge for my girl and she knew about that trick. The intercom buzzed. “Ma’am, we’re one minute out.”

She paused and said, “Please, Mr. Cain…”

I nodded, thinking she wanted me to try to finish and escalated, but she reached out for the intercom, despite that and said, “Circle the block until we finish back here.”

She kept her voice level, with what had to be impressive control, but there was no way he didn’t hear the slap of flesh on flesh. I remembered that NDA she’d had me sign before our first time and nearly came right then and there. She looked over her shoulder at me, “I’m not ashamed of you, Mr. Cain. The only reason I don’t have you fucking move in and keep Andre in the poolhouse is because it would be bad for the plan.”

Her words drowned out the driver’s acknowledgement. “Good girl. Very good girl,” I said, she shuddered, cunt squeezing down on me as I kissed her hard and thrust up quickly, savagely using my full strength and speed, as the world whizzed by, we lost track of time as I fucked my good girl until I shot a (reduced, I wasn’t stupid) load into her welcoming womb and pulled her over the edge with me…

We sat there for a moment then she began to straighten herself up. I sat there, enjoying the afterglow and the show, until she was done. Then, without my saying anything, she lowered herself down and carefully cleaned my cock, drying it on a pair of soft, silken panties she pulled from her purse, before she pulled them on. As soon as I was tucked away, she poked the intercom, “We’re done.”

“Yes, ma’am.”