Hard Bargain

Grace took a deep breath, steeling her resolve. "I wanna do this, Earl. I need to do this..." she said, her stern continence breaking into a forrowed brow plea. He sat back, contemplating what to do before slowly shaking his head.

"Nah, it's too risky." he said with a finality that caused her heart to sink. Grace slapped her thigh in frustration, her lovely eyes fuming. She steadied herself, imagining what her life was going to be like. Dames like Grace relied on their looks to be a foot in the door, and worked hard to present an image of the kind of girl the rich and powerful would like to not only use, but someday marry. Part of that image, and in her case a reality, was that they were absolutely prudish when it came to the P.R.A, whimpering and squirming as they were used to show that they'd prefer to just get on with their daily business. It kept their wholesome image in place, and ensured that even if their superiors used them, they weren't trying to sleep their way to the top.

Grace slowly walked over to his office door, stared out into the bustling madness of the city's largest paper preparing the evening edition, and slowly closed it. She stood there, staring at it as she worked up the nerve for what she about to do. "Earl, you always say you gotta send your best reporter for the job." she said in a sultry, deep voice. He stopped chewing on his cigar, turning to really look at her. Grace slowly reached behind her back to grasp the zipper between her shoulders.

"Yeah, that's true..." he said, suddenly much more intrigued as to where this was going. She glanced back over her shoulder as more and more of her pale back was exposed. She took a breath, feeling rather sluttish as she undid the buttons on the front. She slid her fingers under the hemline of her left shoulder, pushing it down her ivory arm before repeating the process on the other side.

"Now, imagine you are one of those weirdos into Stadtomasochism that the vice boys occasionally round up..." she said, her shoulders and back fully exposed. She bit her lip, making sure he could see her do so, and slowly pushed the dress down her hourglass figure. She paused at her hips before flashing him a smile, and swayed gently from side to side and she bent over, framing her sex between her thighs and cherry-shaped ass.

"I'm listening..." he said, rubbing his cock through his trousers. She bent all the way over, touching her toes before standing straight and stepping out of her dress. Grace turned, one arm under her breasts so it **** them up and together; not that she needed any support. Her other hand covered the smooth mound of her womanhood as she posed like a renaissance painting, standing nude in front of him in only her high heels.

"Now just imagine you were one of those weirdos and I walk by. My nice, pale skin..."she said, running her hand slowly up from her sex onto her thin waist. He unzipped his trousers, jerking himself to full erection. "If you were into that, wouldn't you wanna tie my wrists together behind my back, like this?" Grace said, clasping her hands behind her so that her impressive bust was pushed forward; her big, round nipples standing erect as the air conditioning stiffened them.

Grace slowly stepped around the desk, keeping her hands behind her. He swiveled in his chair as he stroked himself, knowing he was being played but enjoying himself regardless. "Yeah, I gotta say I might be interested in that..." he admitted.

"...and then I'd lean over, like this..."she said as she bent at the waist, her face close to his as the tips of her nipples swayed back and forth, just barely making contact with the tip of his cock. "I'd whisper in your ear something naughty, and you couldn't control yourself, could you? You'd want to use me in all the ways you'd been imagining..." Grace purred the words more than spoke them as she bent forward even more so that his cock was nestled between her bosom; her left breast bouncing as he stroked. She slowly slid down to the floor, her hands still behind her back. Earl stood up and pressed her breasts together, quickly shifting modes from teasing to sliding his cock between her smooth mounds.

Grace looked up at him with a serene, lustful expression as the underside of his cock pressed against her sternum while her large breasts hugged his shaft. She looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes as she opened her mouth to accept the tip of his cock while he thrusted. "You could use me in anyway you liked...and I'd love it..." His eyes went wide as she pushed him over the edge. Earl reached down and grabbed her the neck, hauling her up so she was standing. He deeply, passionately kissed her as his hand cupped her pussy, roughly rubbing it until her juices coated his palm. He grabbed her by the hips and turned her around before pushing her facedown onto his desk. The posture, along with Grace's natural height and high heels, made for an irresistible invitation. She crossed her arms behind at the small of her back so he could hold her wrists together.

Grace took a deep breath, trying not to break character as his cock slid into her. Her boss had used her dozens of times, but this was the first time he really fucked her; slamming into her fast and hard as he held her by her crisscrossed wrists. This was the first time he had been seduced in a long, long while. As he penetrated her hot pink slit, he felt a twinge of guilt. It felt like he was cheating on his wife, even though he'd had Grace and dozens of other women in the office on numerous occasions.

"Mmmm....that's nice, Earl...fuck me harder, Boss...I want it so bad..." she cooed, her breath hot and heavy. Grace was proud of herself for her performance, and in truth got a little thrill out of it. Earl wasn't the biggest guy on the block, but the shivers emanating from her penetrated sex were undeniably nice. He let go of her wrists and held her by the hips, pulling her back onto him as he thrusted forward. Grace left her hands crossed, letting him completely take the reigns as her breath started to quicken. Her eyes widened as he smacked her shaking ass, the tingling of the impact mixing with the other sensations. She felt another pop, this time on her other cheek.

"Oh..oh fuck!" she whimpered, taken off guard as her pussy spasmed suddenly before clamping down on his cock. She uncrossed her arms, pushing herself off the table and arching her back; her eyes closed and turned to the ceiling as a tumbling wave of pleasure wracked her lovely frame. Grace rarely orgasmed from use, and wasn't sure why she was doing so now, but she let herself enjoy the rare treat. He couldn't hold back anymore. Earl roughly drove her back onto his pulsing cock and flooded her with his seed, holding her still as he drove as deep and hard as he could; his cum dripping out between impalements.

Finally, he sat down, chest pumping breath into his smoker's lungs. His face was right in line to see his handiwork as it oozed out of her. Grace scissored her lovely long legs back and forth, causing the cum to run down her thighs. She glanced back over her shoulder, an eyebrow arched.

"You know, this is bribery. This is totally unethical, and technically you could be fired for this..." he said. That was true. Use for personal promotion within the company was strictly prohibited; though laughably difficult to prove. He sighed. "But what can I say, you got the piece." She stood up and turned, a smile parting her lips as she squealed in triumph. She leaned down, hugging him tightly; crushing her bare breasts against his face. He drew back while waving her off. "Okay, okay! I got work to do and I ain't gonna get it done with you in here. Scram, kid!" he said. She kissed his forehead and turned on her high heels in a pirouette before stepping back into and rezipping her dress.

"Thank you so much, Earl! I won't let you down!" she said, rubbing her tummy in a final act to seal the seduction. It was an unspoken way to show that she appreciated having his cum inside of her. In truth, neither of them were terribly keen on having a child, but the "culture of fertility" had led to many subconscious changes in culture. Such displays were usually reserved for flirting after a girl had been used in an attempt to secure a date, and hopefully marriage. She didn't realize she was doing it until he arched his eyebrow. She shrugged. "Don't worry, boss; I'm not trying to be a homewrecker. It's just been a while since I got to enjoy myself. I got carried away. I'm sorry if I offended you.."she said; suddenly a bit worried she'd screwed up.

He stared at her for a moment before cracking a smile, waving dismissively. "Ah, don't worry about it. I have that effect on dames." he said. She sighed in relief, letting the tension drain from her shoulders as his cum drained down her leg. "Drop by the crime desk. You'll need to read up on some stuff that they don't show in the spy movies." he said, pushing his glasses back up and picking up the transcripts to go over. She affirmed that she'd do so, opened his door, and walked back into the bullpen.