The CEO

He grins like a wolf who has found a stray lamb, "I've been wanting to speak with you, Ivy. Do you have time to come up to my office? Ivy looks back at him, "Certainly, Sir." She replies. Soon after the elevator comes and they both get inside. Once in he presses the button for the top floor, then stands next to her, casually placing his hand on her ass. Ivy responds by pushing her ass out a bit and gently gyrating her hips invitingly, and he begins squeezing and caressing the offered butt cheek. "That outfit looks great on you, by the way." He says, and she looks up at him and gives him a little smile, "Thank you, Sir. I had been hoping that you'd like it." Her read on him is that he's got a justifiably large ego, and enjoys being the one in charge, so she plays up that angle. He looks down at her, "Oh, without a doubt I do. It gives you the look of someone who's just perfect for a position on my staff," He says to her, the double entendre not lost on her. In response, Ivy reaches over and grabs his cock through his pants, "Hopefully more than one position, Sir." He chuckles softly, "Oh I think we're going to get along great."

Once at the top floor, he motions for Ivy to walk out first, in front of him. She can feel his eyes on her ass as they walk to his office. Once they arrive, she looks around, taking it in. It is of course the largest office in the building, him being the CEO and all, and while quite luxurious, it's also very tasteful, not gaudy. He fixes two drinks, bourbon, and hands her a glass as they walk over to his desk. She perches her ass up on it, sipping her drink as she crosses her legs, left over right, to more fully expose the tattoo on her left thigh. He softly rubs the exposed flesh, sipping his drink, and not saying much. Just letting his eyes wander all over her, taking her in. She watches him as he does, and she can see what he wants. She says to him, "Would you like for me to show you more, Sir?" He nods, and moves back, sitting in his large desk chair, and she slides off his desk, sitting the drink down.

Standing in front of him, never taking her eyes off of his, she begins to undress, slowly. First the blouse, followed by the bra, and finally the skirt, all of which are in a small pile on the floor. Now wearing only her heels, she does a slow turn, letting him get a good look at her. She stands there for a moment, looking at him, awaiting his command. He merely glances downwards, motioning for where he wants her to go. Ivy lowers herself down to her hands and knees, a lustful look on her face, and crawls closer to him, leaning her head forward, she undoes his belt buckle with her teeth, then does the same with his pants. She next pulls his underwear down, until his already erect cock springs forth. She gives him a look of happy surprise, and then focuses on his cock, acting as if she's impressed by it. In truth it was simply average, but a man like this doesn't have any interest in feeling average. And she's here to give him what he wants.

Ivy softly kisses the head of his cock, then playfully works her tongue around it in slow, light circles. She knows this is just the appetizer for him, something to properly get him going, not to get him off. So she continues, gently teasing his cock, and mostly with just her tongue. She can tell he's enjoying the pampering, and so she continues, staring lustily into his eyes as she licks and teases his cock, watching his face changing as his arousal grows. Knowing that with every lick, his desire to take her, to ravage her and have his way with her grows. She can also tell that he's resisting the urge, as if he's challenging himself, to see how long he can hold back from taking what he wants.

Upping the stakes a bit, Ivy slides a hand between her legs, and begins playing with her pussy, her thoughts going to Bella, and moaning lewdly. It does make it more enjoyable for her, keeping Bella in her thoughts while she's with him, or with any man for that matter. Imagining her lover watching as she services her CEO, moaning and groaning as she teases his cock. She can see him struggling to resist, knowing he'll break, she very lightly takes the head of his cock into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking hard, moaning on it, as if it were the source of all carnal pleasure in the universe.

He can take no more, and stands up, motioning her to get up as well, which she does. He turns her around, and pushes her up against the tall window, her nudity fully visible to anybody who might be watching. He stands behind Ivy, who spreads her legs wide, and pushes her ass out towards him, inviting him. He gives her ass a good smack as he grabs her by the hips, and slides forcefully into her pussy. Using her hips, she pushes back against him, her hands held up by her head, pressing against the glass, along with her tits as the CEO of the company fucks her from behind. Long, hard, slow thrusts into her, she squeezes down on his cock with every thrust inside of her, doing her very best to make sure the experience is as pleasurable as possible for him.

Not that she isn't enjoying herself. She does so love being Bella's little hooker, her whore, her slut. To be such a dirty, dirty girl for Bella feels oh so good. This man might be fucking her, might have his cock buried balls deep in her snatch, but that pussy belongs to Bella. He's just renting it. These thoughts turning Ivy on more and more, her CEO of course thinking the enthusiasm and obvious pleasure she's experiencing are because of him. But though the situation is certainly hot, it could be any man, it's all about Bella for her. And she's so caught up in her thoughts that when he shoots his load inside of her, pleasing her client so well, it sets off her own orgasm, knowing that she'd satisfied such an important client, knowing how happy that would make Bella.

Eventually he pulled out and sat back down in his chair, and Ivy walked around behind him, massaging his shoulders for a time, until he dismissed her. At which time she gathered up her things and got dressed, arranged for when their next meeting would be. He chose Wednesdays, 5 O'Clock. That would be her regular meeting time with him. After that, they said their goodbyes, and she left to go home, texting Bella that the client was quite satisfied with her performance.