The Business

Jonatan was Julia’s right hand in her branch of her husband’s company. He was ten years younger than her, but had a brilliant mind and at the age of thirty two he was perfectly suitable for his responsible position. The man had a youthful appearance and a boyish charm which caused many to consider him too young for his job; Julia knew better and quickly learnt of his skills and talents. Jonatan was aware of his employer’s… extravagances, but just like she could see beyond his youthful appearance, he could see beyond her slutiness. They made a really good team and surprisingly enough had never had sex; although that restriction might have been the reason why they cooperated so well on a professional level.

As was his custom Jonatan arrived a few minutes earlier, then patiently waited for his employer by a cup of tea served by Maria; she did not let him wait too long, because being on time was her custom as well.

“Good morning, Julia. You look stunning” he said with a polite but genuine smile.

Natural bearing was an integral part of his image.

“Good morning, Jonatan” replied the employer with a warm smile “I try to do my best to match your good looks. As much as my age allows me.”

“And you never fail.”

They shared a firm handshake which somewhat contrasted with the flirty greetings.

“Thank you, you’re such a sweetheart. Any good news?”

“Yes, a big one. Igor Karpatsky called and asked for a meeting, he wants to discuss our proposal in person.”

“Isn’t Igor that chauvinistic pig?”

“Yes, that’s him. But he’s a big fish and has one more flaw of character - short notice.”

“When does he want to meet.”

“Today. At eleven. This is a great opportunity for a huge contract” if Jonatan was excited he was hiding his emotions really well.

“Oh, good. I think I know of a way to ensure that we’ll get it.”

“Me too. I though we could propose a discount on…”

“I have a better idea” Julie place her hand on Jonatan’s shoulder and smiled “one that would not cost us any money.”

“I’m all ears” Jonatan was an independent and industrious person, but also knew when to listen.

Julia laid out her plan to him, it was an unorthodox one, but the young man had learnt to trust his employer in such instances. After their conversation he called Karpatsky’s assistant and confirmed their presence at the meeting.

Igor Karpatsky was a real male chauvinist pig indeed; a truly dedicated one at that. He not only believed that women were inferior to men, he also felt obliged to prove it regularly; or rather to perform acts he considered to be proofs. He ran a large successful company which hired women for nothing higher than secretarial positions; and he made sure that his female employees were aware of their status. The rotation was obviously significant, but for Igor that was just another proof of his thesis.

He had first married at the age of twenty five, to a nineteen year old girl; she was astonishingly beautiful, but not very smart. Igor divorced her ten years later to marry another twenty year old, again beautiful but dumb. He repeated the process two more times and now at the age of fifty six had a fourth wife; she was twenty one, stunning and silly. Karpatsky was not a monster though, since he considered women to be inferior he believed that they needed to be taken complete care of by men. His lawyers had full control of the divorces, but the ex-wifes always received enough money so “they wouldn’t have to overburden their silly little heads” as Igor liked to call it.

Karpatsky was tall and ruggedly handsome, stocky but not fat; he shaved the remnants of the hair on his head to keep it perfectly smooth. The man always wore well tailored expensive suits and watches that could buy you a small apartment. Igor considered Hank (Julia’s husband) to be a fool for letting his wife have any responsibility in his company. He was not exactly content to be dealing with a woman as an equal either, but there was business to be made and he was pragmatic enough to overcome his prejudice. He might not have done so, if not for Jonatan’s involvement, it was so much better to discuss important matters with a man. On the other hand maybe he could benefit even more from the business, if he decided to **** Julia’s inferiority; he would need to be subtle enough, so that Jonatan would not see through his ploy.

A woman and a kid, ha! It almost felt like taking candy from a baby. Whenever Igor asked a question that bimbo tried to answer, but it was the kid who had to finish the answer and give him all the details. Once or twice Jonatan even interrupted his employer to correct her statement. It was a shame he was working for a woman, but maybe he could turn into a man after all. He seemed a decent negotiator, but clearly no match for Igor Karpatsky. The bimbo’s attempts at being a businesswoman were amusing, but she should have focused on her tits instead.

Karpatsky had always preferred younger women, but he had to admit that the mature bimbo looked pretty good. The slut almost had her tits on full display! And she had killer legs that looked marvelous in those stilettos. Igor was a leg man and he wondered how it would feel to get between them. Was her mature pussy loose or still tight and wet? At least she knew to show off her body, not the brain which she obviously lacked. Karpatsky would never marry a cougar, but fucking one from time to time was not a bad idea.

Getting a favourable deal from that silly pair was almost too easy. Igor had to make few flashy, but ultimately meaningless concessions and they agreed to his terms. But he wanted to get something more from this particular deal.

“Jonatan” Karpatsky said in a polite tone “could you leave your boss and me alone for a moment. I’d like to discuss something in private.”

“Of course” replied the young man without even looking at Julia.

Yep, he could still turn out to be a man.

When Jonatan left the room Igor looked Julia in the eye and said bluntly:

“I like it when a woman knows her place.”

“What are you implying?” she did not sound offended which confirmed Karpatsky’s suspicions about her status and intellect.

“You had made a wise choice to hire a man to do the job. But if you want the contact which we just agreed on, you'll have to do a woman’s job.”

“What do you mean? I’m Jonatan’s boss…” she hesitated.

“You came here almost flashing your pussy in that short skirt and you’re flashing your tits even more. I’m sure you know what I mean.”

“Oh…I...”

She again did not sound too offended, the women were so easy to read and manipulate.

“If you’re suggesting a date” Julia added with a subtle smile “I’m sure we could work something out.”

“Not a date. Right here.”

“What? You can’t be serious. People would hear us.”

And she was concerned about being heard, not about being a whore.

“They won’t. The walls and doors are thick and I’ll order the secretary to leave her post. Bend over the table and you got the deal.”

That was a small meaningless concession, just like the ones he had made during their business negotiations.

“I… ehm…” Julia hesitate.

Her face looked like one of a bimbo who is trying to ponder on matters that are too complex for her.

“My time is valuable” Igor hastened her, this created tension caused by a sense of urgency.

“Oh… ehm… okay. I’ll do it.”

“Then bend over, bitch!” Karpatsky almost shouted.

When the woman complied Igor stayed true to his work and called the secretary; he told her to leave and not let anyone in. He was admiring Julia’s full buttocks and long legs as he issued the commands; the cougar had a really fuckable body. When he put down the phone he spanked Julia’s exposed ass hard.

“Ahh!” there was a little excitement mixed with the pain and shock in her voice.

“You love it, don’t you bitch?”

He groped her buttocks aggressively while she remained silent.

“Answer me!” another hard slap landed on the cougar’s ass.

“Ah! Yes…” came a weak answer.

“Yes, what?” SLAP!

“Yes, sir.”

“Hm, sir. I like that. You clearly know your place” Igor’s large strong palms continued to grope Julia’s buttocks “but that’s not what I was asking about. I want to hear you say that you love being such a slut. It already is apparent, but I want to hear it from you directly.”

“Yes, sir. I love being a slut.”

“Good.”

There was another slap, but a playful one this time. Karpatsky opened the zipper on the side of Julia’s skirt and pulled it down her long legs. When he reached the floor she raised one of her feet and stepped out of the skirt.

“You really are a well trained whore.”

He caressed the nylon covered skin along her whole limbs as he rose.

“Panties over suspenders” Igor said in an amused tone “who were you planning to fuck, slut? Don’t tell me it’s that kid.”

“N-no. I… it’s my… chauffeur.”

“A chauffeur? Ha! So cliché. I knew you were a whore from the first glance.”

He finally grabbed the band of her panties and began to pull them down.

“A butt-plug?!” SLAP!

“Ahh!”

This hit was again hard.

“But I never guessed you were THAT big of a whore.”

Slap.

“I bet you’d love to get your ass fucked” Igor stated as he began to play with the toy.

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes sir, what?” Slap.

“Yes, I’d love to get my ass fucked, sir.”

“Beg.” Slap.

“Please, sir, fuck my ass. I’m a huge anal whore, my ass craves your huge cock. I beg you, sir, please fuck me ass.”

“Not bad. I bet you do that often, slut. But no. I want pussy. You can keep that little toy of yours.”

Forcing a slut to beg and then denying her the request was so humiliating and Igor loved it, even if it came so easily like this time.

Karpatsky finally pulled Julia’s panties down and she stepped out of them. He again caressed her legs as he stood up. The man spanked the full buttocks lightly once more.

“Spread your legs” he commanded.

Julia obediently spread her long limbs as wide as the position allowed. Igor put his hand between them and fingered her pussy; he shoved two fat fingers inside.

“Already wet, just as I had expected. I could hire you as my secretary. I bet you’re a better cocksucker than any of those dumb bitches I employ. They’re only good for making coffee.”

The man soon withdrew his fingers, he leaned forwards and placed them by Julia’s mouth.

“Lick ‘em clean. Taste your own slutiness.”

The cougar submissively obeyed and wrapped her lips around the thick digits.

“Enough” Karpatsky soon said “get on your knees, bitch and suck my cock.”

Julia again complied, got down onto her knees right in front of the man and began to unzip his pants.

Considering Igor’s attitude and behavior regarding women one could assume that he had a tiny soft dicklet, but in reality he was quite well endowed. The length of his penis was only slightly greater than average, but it was significantly thicker. Julia was an expert with cocks, could appreciate a nice one and did not try to hide her appreciation. Without further prompt she first licked the tip, then the whole head and eventually took it into her mouth.

“Mhm…” Karpatsky let out a satisfied moan “good! I love eager cocksuckers.”

The cougar wasted no time on teasing the man, she used her mouth and tongue expertly to make his cock hard and wet. There was nothing lacking in her blowjob, but Igor needed to mark his dominance once more; he grabbed her head with both hands and pushed his cock into her throat. Julia was proficient at deepthroating and was expecting that move, despite the penis’ girth she accepted it effortlessly.

“Swallow it, whore!” said Karpatsky as he pressed her nose against his underbelly.

He held her like that for a few seconds, then pulled her head back and allowed her to take a deep breath. The man then began to roughly fuck her face making only short pauses, so she could catch some air.

The face fucking was intense but short, for Igor this was just a foreplay. Eventually he withdrew his cock from Julia’s mouth, but continued to hold her head, he only switched the grip to one handed and grabbed her by the hair. He slapped her face a few times with his now fully hard penis.

“You look really good with a cock in your mouth, slut. Now get up and bend over, I want to fuck that mature pussy of yours.”

As the cougar complied she was rewarded with another light slap on her full buttocks. Karpatsky checked her pussy once more.

“So wet just from having your face fucked” he said with a vicious grin “I admit I’ve never met a whotre like you.”

The man withdrew his fingers and did not bother with having them licked this time. He placed his cock between the lips of Julia’s pussy, grabbed her waist with both hands, then shoved in the entire length in one smooth motion.

“Ahhh!” the cougar cried out loudly with pleasure.

“You like it, slut?”

“Yes, sir. I love it!”

Igor withdrew his cock, then shoved it in roughly once again.

“Ahh!”

“You got a nice tight pussy, bitch.”

But Karpatsky had had enough of power displays and now craved just a regular fucking. He kept one hand on Julias hip, but used the other one to grab her hair and pull her head back; then he began to ride her.

There was no skill to talk about, Igor cared only for his own pleasure and power. But he had a nice fat cock and decent stamina, together with the earlier kinky foreplay it was enough for Julia. Genuine lustful moans escaped from her mouth continuously. Igor kept calling her names and saying things like “you love it, slut”, but he no longer expected any answers. Few minutes later she issued a loud high-pitched cry.

“AAHHH!”

The cougar’s entire body began to tremble and she clenched her vaginal muscles around the thick cock that was stretching her.

“Ah, yeah, fuck! Your pussy is so tight. Ughh!”

Karpatsky shot his load inside of Julia as he continued to fuck her. Finally he stopped and slowly withdrew his cock, he playfully slapped each of her buttocks.

“Don’t move, bitch” he said “there’s one more thing.”

With his cock still out he took the papers from the other side of the table, it was the deal, and laid it on the cougar’s back; there he signed the documents.

“There! We made a deal” he exclaimed triumphantly “it was a pleasure doing business with a whore like you. We’ll have to do it again sometimes. You can call and beg me to fuck you whenever you wish.”

He bent down and picked the thong from the floor.

“Don’t forget your panties, slut. You don’t want to have cum oozing down your legs” he added with a self satisfied grin.

“Thank you, sir.”

Julia put on her clothes and wiped her face a bit, she still looked like a well-fucked mess, but she seemed not to mind that. She took the documents and left the office with no more words.

Secretary was still not in her room, but it made little difference. The cougar would meet the young woman when she would be going to the bathroom; one glance at her would be enough to realize what had happened. The secretary left the social room with Jonatan and met Julia on the corridor. The girl’s eyes went wide with shock when she saw the mature woman’s state, her mouth opened as if to ask a question, but she remained silent. The cougar handed her employee the documents and the two left the shocked secretary alone.

As they walked along the corridor towards the bathroom Jonatan glanced at the papers and spotted Karpatsky’s signature.

“He actually signed it” there was a trace of surprise in the young man’s voice.

“Were you doubtful?” asked Julia with clear amusement.

“Partially. He could’ve easily gotten a few more millions.”

“But instead he chose to have the most expensive sex ever” the cougar was smiling.

“You enjoyed it, didn’t you?” Jonatan did not really need to ask to know.

“Yes, it was satisfactory on both levels.”

“It shows on your face” the man grinned “I guess Karpatsky will never learn not to underestimate women.”

“I think so too. Now pardon me, I need to fix my makeup” with that Julia went into the bathroom.

“I’ll wait in the car” Jonatan knew that she would need a bit more time.

There was still some work to be done, but after striking such a deal the cougar was fulfilled (‘on both levels’) and did not feel any need to go to her office. Jonatan would take care of everything regarding the new contract and make sure that all was put in motion. Because his time was valuable and her mansion was far away, they drove to their company’s headquarters anyway. On their way Julia called her chauffeur to pick her up. As Winston drove her to her home she told him what had happened that day.

“Men are so easy to manipulate” she tried to imitate Karpatsky’s tone and added a wink at the end.

“You can manipulate me when we get home” replied the chauffeur with a smile.

“I’ll gladly do that, I have a few hours to spare.”