Fantasy

Mark's next client was a rich woman who wanted to be **** by a hugely strong, big cocked man. She was a high ranking executive who had immense power and everyone around did as they were asked immediately. She wanted to experience what it felt like to be powerless. Sarah Rogers was a tall, big breasted woman in her early 40's. Her hair was dark and her eyes piercing blue. All men found her beautiful, but very few could approach her and none satisfied her.

Her body was rock hard as the result of her expensive personal trainer, and she was proud of her body. The only problem was she could not find a man that would treat her like a woman. They were all in awe of her, and she was sick of her absolute power over men. Just for once she would like to have a man who didn't take no for an answer and could give her the fucking she really wanted.

She had paid Mark over a month before, and she was getting really anxious to see what he had come up with. At last he called her and she cleared the rest of the afternoon and went to his office right after lunch.

"Now I want to make sure I have this right," Mark questioned her. "You are seeking an almost **** situation with a strong man who will ravish you like some romance novel heroine. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Mr. Grayson, what I want is a big, well hung stud to fuck my brains out even though my prim and proper little mouth is telling him not to. I want him to be in control of the situation. I want him to pleasure himself with my body regardless of my pleasure," Sarah agreed.

"Then I think we are all set," Mark said. I have set up a particularly good character for you. Are there any things you don't wish to be done to you? For instance are you opposed to anal sex? I only ask to make sure we have set the limits correct. Once I start the program it will not stop unless your life is in danger."

"That is exactly the experience that I am looking for. I don't wish to place any limits on the program providing I come to no permanent harm," Sarah instructed him.

Sarah was placed in the chair, and the room went dark. Suddenly the room came back into focus and she was sitting in a meeting with her direct reports. This was strange she thought, she did not remember coming back to work. She looked around the table. Stan was giving his usual boring accounting report, droning on and on. Everyone looked bored. All the same talk every week nothing different. Then the door opening and a large, stunning man came into the room. "

Pardon me," he said looking at Sarah, "I am Jeff Jorgenson, the new head of sales for the Western Division. I was told to meet you here."

"Well grab a chair and join us," Sarah said. She looked at the new man and was immediately drawn to him. He was tall, dark and rugged looking. He was built like a football player with a thick neck, and broad shoulders and large arms that even his suit could not disguise. He smiled at her as he sat down, and she could not help staring his direction as she lost interest in the boring meeting.

Jeff sat down after about 30 minutes. He stood up, his six foot four inch frame towering over all the others in the room stopping the droning reports going on and then said to the current speaker, John Rabon, Western Division Operations Manager, "Excuse me, but you are totally full of bullshit. I am looking at these reports, and your current assets have risen excessively over the past few months meaning you are hiding expenses on your balance sheet. Most of you must know about this he continued, and I can't believe what liars and thieves you all must be."

Then looking at Sarah he said, "I hope you don't have anything to do with this. I will have to report it to the headquarters in Hamburg and the SEC and you will all go to jail. I don't think any of you would do to well in jail."

The room exploded in talking as all twelve people present tried to deny the charges that he had just made. Sarah was surprised that some of them looked guilty already, and she wondered what the hell was going on. She was very careful with the people that she had on her team, and honesty was the first thing that she looked for. Glancing down at her reports she saw that Jeff was correct and she wondered if her mind had wandered over the past few months and she had missed something.

Finally she said, "All of you be quiet. I want each of you to review your part of the numbers today. I want any errors or irregularities disclosed to me today before end of business, and I don't want excuses, I want answers. True to form they all walked out of the room to follow her commands like sheep, all but Jeff, who remained standing in the now empty room.

"What are you looking at," she said in an icy tone to him.