Corporate Restructuring

Monday morning comes with a hard slap across your face. Your alarm thunders, and you gingerly push Nadia off of your chest while fighting back the desire to fall back into your nightly coma. She murmurs and wrinkles her nose at you, but ultimately rolls over and continues sleeping. You enjoy her resting form for a moment, admiring the rise and fall of her chest, before training your eyes towards your bedroom windows and the muddled vista past them: still dark, with faint traces of light breaking through your curtains from the streetlights outside of your home.

You tiptoe out of bed, careful not to disturb your wife, and get dressed for work. It feels ludicrous. After everything that happened over the weekend, how can you go into an office, sit there, and stare at a monitor all day long? You gave a man concrete slippers less than twenty-four hours ago, and now you have to go plug away numbers in excel. There is probably some irony in there, but you don't see it. You're too tired. Or traumatized. Or maybe something in-between.

That uneasy feeling sticks with you, like some ethereal entity prodding the back of your mind with each step you take. Keeps you company on the metro. Bumps against your hand in the elevator to your floor. Leans against the back of your chair as you settle into your desk. Okay, you think, maybe that's a bit much. Still, the thought lingers as you turn your computer on for the day.

To your surprise, it fades. You start working, and before long you're in your normal groove of work-work-work. An hour or two slips by without notice. Then, an email pops up in the corner of your screen. It is titled, "Team Restructuring." It's from Alex. You click on the email, and a few short lines of text fill your monitor.

Hey, team!

Happy Monday! Just wanted to share some news. As you may have heard, I've been promoted up the chain. After careful consideration, and an extensive off-site training session last week, I've elected Maria as my replacement. Effective today, Maria is your new Director. She'll be in touch with next steps.

Thanks, everyone for your patience, and congratulations to Maria on her new role!

Best,

Alex

Well. That feels...sudden. But, you reconsider. The app has been driving everyone around you to follow your whims, why was it a surprise that Alex had done the same? You had worked him pretty well, after all. Coffee in the mornings, those long sessions with him sorting through papers. The app must have done its work. Or, maybe Maria really is the best candidate. You think so, even if you have ulterior motives. She is an intelligent and capable woman, if a little lonely.

Seeing no reason to wait, you head over to Alex's office. To your surprise, his nameplate is already gone, replaced by Maria's. Even more to your surprise, the office is cleaned out, all of Alex's personal items gone. Only a single cardboard box remains, sitting on his desk and filled with a random assortment of items.

"Like the new office?" you hear a soft voice behind you.

You turn to see Maria, smiling at you with a cup of coffee in hand. You grin at the beautiful Hispanic woman, enjoying the sight of her in a tight maroon blouse and a black pencil skirt.

"Congratulations, Maria. This is well deserved!"

She rolls her eyes, then steps past you into her office.

"Come on, Lev. I know you were the one that suggested my promotion to Alex."

She sits down at her new desk and begins unpacking the cardboard box. A picture of her with an older Hispanic woman. A younger man. An old baseball. After setting the items on a nearby shelf, she looks up at you with a smile. "Come on, now. Alex only told me so I'd accept the job. At first, I thought it was a little too much for me. But I thought, if Lev thinks I can do it, more than anyone else in our department, he must be right. So, thank you. Thank you for helping me get where I am. I won't forget it, Lev."

Knowledge of your help and a strong sense of gratitude? It's almost like divine intervention at this point. The dominoes continue to fall, one after the other.

You sit down opposite Maria, into the same chair you sat in only a few weeks ago while discussing her previously-unlikely-promotion with Alex. Your old boss is forgotten as you lock eyes with the beautiful woman before you. Her sweet, lush ringlets. The beauty mark just above her lip. Her cute, small nose. If you were a single man, you would have pounced on her long ago.

She smiles at you again, her beaming grin drawing out of your thoughts.

"Well, Maria, it was an easy choice. You do deserve this. I wouldn't want anyone else in the spot you're in now." For more reasons than Maria would think, you know. "Besides, now I have a friend in high places," you chuckle. "It's not entirely altruistic."

She rolls her eyes again, still smiling and now sucking her lower lip between her teeth. Her eyes dart to the door, then back to you. Without breaking contact again, she stands from her desk, slinks towards the door, and closes it with a faint metallic whisper. She clicks the lock in place.

"I thought I should thank you, for what you did for me. I hope you meant it when you said you would be here whenever I want you." She slowly starts to unbutton her maroon blouse, revealing her plush cleavage beneath the satin fabric. The buttons part to reveal a black, lacey bra, then the soft lip of a garter belt, barely peaking from above her pencil skirt. You admire her form, the sight of her standing before you with her shirt undone, revealing her beautiful breasts to you. She sheds it, dropping the garment to the floor. Her eyes bore into you, smoky and eager. The skirt slides down, aided by her hands, finally allowing you to see the sexy lingerie she wears. Black lace bra, black lace thong, and a small garter belt hooked to her stockings.

Your vision seems to narrow as blood drops from your brain straight to your cock, immediately inflating it to full mast and creating a hard bulge in your slacks.

Maria giggles. "It seems you like my gift."

"More than you imagine," you whisper. You reach a hand towards her, and she steps into your touch. Your fingers trace across her soft hips, down her lush curves, and around her back. "Come," you order, easily falling back into your commanding persona, just for her. You pull her in between your legs and plant kisses against her stomach, while your hands latch onto her plump ass. She whimpers at your touch, a faint moan escaping her as your tongue blazes a trail up her navel and between her breasts.

Without hesitation, her hand flicks against the clasp of her bra, and the garment hits the floor. They're beautiful. She is beautiful. Soft, lush flesh topped with chocolate nipples. You take each of her breasts in hand, her warmth overflowing between your fingers, and softly knead them. A faint blush covers Maria's cheeks, and you see her suck just a little bit harder on her lip. The sound of her whimpering before you drives you wild.

You push the cardboard box on her desk aside, clearing space for her. "Lay back on the table, Maria." She quickly jumps to your command, laying back on the synthetic wood top. Her legs part in the air before you, inviting you in, while her hair falls in heavy curls around her. "Is this good?" she asks, rather timidly.

You smile at her, stand from your chair, and lean onto her body. Your lips meet in a soft kiss. You're reminded of her soft she is. Touching her is like relaxing on a beach, with the ocean breeze tickling your skin and the overhead sun keeping you perfectly warm. She whimpers into you, as her tongue caresses your lips.

You feel your cock press against her thong, and another whimper escapes your new boss. Her eyes plead for you, begging for what she knows will come next.

"Is this what you wanted?" you ask, as you caress her inner thigh. You slide a finger down her smooth skin until it brushes against her scarcely covered pussy. Her poor thong is soaking wet, her overflowing juices having long ago rendered it useless. You slide a finger past it, into her aching body. The penetration sends a tremor through Maria.

"Yes, Lev," she whispers, her eyes rolling back into her head as you draw shapes against her g-spot.

"Tell me how much you want it." She bites her lip, and her hips roll against her palm. You lean into her, pressing her breasts against your chest, until you are only inches from her face. "Tell me, Maria, how much you want me to fuck you."

"I need you inside of me, Lev. It's not a want, it's a need. A hunger. Fuck, I need you," she moans. Your finger moves a little more quickly, and you slip another inside of her.

"Beg for it," you order.

Her cheeks blush an even darker shade of red, but she answers your call. "Please, Lev, fuck me hard. Ever since last week, I haven't been able to think of anything except your cock stretching my lonely pussy out. Please, I beg you, fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can, treat me like trash, and leave me covered in cum. I don't care, just fuck me." You increase the tempo of your fingers inside of her, and Maria lets out a throaty moan. "Please, please, I'm begging you!"

"Good girl." Her body seems to tremor at your words, but she says nothing in response.

You drop your slacks, pull her thong aside, and slide into her sopping cunt with one, perfectly smooth, motion. Her teeth nearly pierce the skip of her lip as she moans out, the sound of her throaty desire fading as you withdraw from her.

Then again, faster and harder. Another moan. Her hands latch onto your hips, her biceps pressing her breasts together against your chest. Her nipples scrape against you as you increase the tempo, fucking her with a constant, lustful rhythm. Her pussy milks your cock, tighter and tighter, building your orgasm alongside her own. Maria bites down on her arm in a vain attempt to make less noise, but you only increase your tempo to compensate.

Soon, you're pistoning in and out of your new boss with abandon, the strength of your pulses shaking the desk beneath you.

"Please, harder," she begs, urging you into even more frenzied gyrations. At some point since you penetrated her, her hands found their way to her breasts, and they steadily squeeze and pinch her nipples with each movement of your hips, her eyes quivering with lust.

You feel her pussy clenching around you, and you know she is near her orgasm. With a quick thought, you slow your movements, slow them until you're barely moving at all. Just resting inside her, the faintest movement almost enough to send her sensitive body beyond its limits.

"Lev, why'd you stop?" she whimpers between clenched teeth.

"Roll over."

Her hips buck and roll against the desk, aching for release, but she follows your order. She plants a foot on each side of you and bends back over, revealing her wonderful rear and soaking wet cunt to you.

You slide a finger in once more, triggering a string of coos from the edging woman. "What am I to you?" you ask, your voice authoritative and commanding.

"Hmm," Maria murmurs, struggling to think in her crazed state. "Everything. Anything." She pushes her hips back against your palm, but you don't grant her any release.

"Anything?" you ask. You place the head of your cock against the entrance to her cunt once more, careful to not let it go inside until she answers. Your soaking finger traces a line up the base of her pussy and twirls circles against the puckered skin of her asshole. The sensation sends another tremor through the poor woman, and she pushes her rear against you.

"Anything," she repeats in a whisper. "Whatever you want to be, Lev, anything. I can never let this feeling go, not after the feeling I am feeling now."

"Master," you say, the words unbidden but somehow right.

"Master," she moans, without hesitation. "Master, master."

You tease the entrance of her pussy lips with your cock, whispering, "I am your master." Your finger presses against her asshole, the tight sphincter of flesh spreading to invite you inside. You pulse against it with your fingertip, spreading and closing her other hole, sending shivers down her spine and gyrations through her hips.

"You are my master."

You slide an inch of cock into her cunt while your finger slowly sinks into her ass, eliciting a moan. "Please, master," she begs.

"Will you do as I say, and trust me to take care of you? I will grant you this feeling, any time you want it. That is what I do for those that I care about. Would you be a part of that? Those that I care about."

Maria's body shakes at your words. The poor girl definitely has a submission kink. "I will do anything for you, Lev. Master. Anything you want."

"Good."

And with that, you resume fucking your new boss, your new ****, with your finger knuckle deep in her ass. Fucking her so hard that her tongue lolls and her hips fall slack against her new desk, as another finger joins the other. Fucking her so hard that each slap of your hips against hers sends violent gyrations along the supple flesh of her ass, as your fingers twirl and tease her insides. Fucking her so hard that her orgasm-wracked body barely responds by the time you cum, filling her womb with your seed once again, as your fingers continue to splay and stretch her asshole.