"The Understanding"

"The Understanding"​

"You wanted to see me, Mister Parker?"

Max looked up from his computer screen to see his receptionist standing in his office door with a polite smile on her lips. He gestured her inside, telling her to close the door behind her. She gave him a questioning glance at the request: Max had never asked her to close the door if it was just the two of them in there, always afraid he might be accused of something sexually inappropriate. And he had never asked her to his office at the end of the day when it was just the two of them left, like he was now.

When she neared his desk, he turned his computer monitor toward her and his the enter button. A grainy, black and white recording began playing, a video with the feel of coming from a hidden camera.

And that's what it was. An overhead recording of his receptionist opening the business's petty cash box -- something for which only Max was supposed to have the combination -- removing a dozen twenty dollar bills, and stuffing them inside her already bountifully filled bra.

"Eight thousand, three hundred and twelve dollars," Max said softly as her expression rolled through shock and dismay to panic and embarrassment, "over the past eight months. From petty cash, or on company credit cards that I wasn't even aware the company had. There was also that construction materials return we had with the State, the excess wood and rebar they took back after we finished the job. They refunded us almost two thousand dollars, but--"

He tossed a handful of record sheets onto the desk, finishing, "--there's no sign of that money finding its way back to the company coffers."

He stood and walked slowly around to her side of the desk as the video continued. She turned to face him, but didn't face him, her eyes on her hands before her.

It was the perfect opportunity for him to ogle her deep cleavage. She was a beautiful woman with a shapely figure, and since the day she'd come to work for him, Max had wanted to part those delicious thighs and do what men do.

But he'd kept his hands to himself. They were both taken, and while he didn't know what her lover would think of her fucking around, his wife would take him for every thing he had.

But he was tired of resisting her, and now he had what he needed to quietly get her into bed. She was caught on video stealing; and he'd traced the paper work for the cards to applications she'd taken out during his vacation last August. He didn't know why she would steal from the company, but that didn't matter much. He only needed to know that she had.

"I've already talked to the company lawyer, without mentioning your name," Max went on, now just inches from her, "and he says you're looking at ten years because of the level of theft."

He reached up and played his fingers suggestively with the locket hanging between her large, firm breasts, allowing the back of one of his fingers to caress the firm flesh of a breast. He said, "Or ... we could find another way to deal with this. Something ... just between the two of us. An ... understanding."

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Emma Green sat at her desk staring at the computer screen. An email from her boss stared back at her. It left Emma a little surprised as she re-read the mail for the third time. It was short; it simply asked her to stay back and to meet him at the end of the day. He had never asked her to stay back before. A thought crossed her mind, wondering whether he had discovered her little ‘borrowings’ from the firm but she dismissed it. That was unlikely, Mister Parker was pretty lax and inattentive about such things and after all she had been at it for eight months now.

At the end of the day, Emma logged off her computer and walked through the darkened hallways, the only light coming from the open door to Mister Parker’s Office. Her boss occupied the biggest office on the floor, a rectangular room with glass walls. Tonight all the blinds, except the ones on the window with the outside view was closed.

"You wanted to see me, Mister Parker?"

Max Parker was sitting at his desk. He gestured her to come in and then told her to close the door behind her. That was again a little surprising. Her boss never closed the door if he was alone with a female employee. Emma shot a glance at him and closed the door behind her. As she neared his desk, Max turned his computer screen towards her. Emma froze as he hit a button and a video began playing on the screen.

It was her on the video, taken when she was doing one of her little ‘borrowing’ from the petty cash box. Emma stood still as he spoke, barely hearing the words. Max threw a handful of papers on to the desk and walk around near her. Emma involuntarily turned towards him but kept her eyes down as her mind raced through what could happen to her. Emma knew that her taking the money from the company would have consequences if she was caught but she never thought it would go beyond losing her job and having to pay it back. Ten years in prison? Her mind could not even comprehend it.

Max stopped in front of her, standing close, his hand reaching up and touching the locket that hung on between her breasts.

"Or ... we could find another way to deal with this. Something ... just between the two of us. An ... understanding."

Emma shivered as his fingers brushed against her skin. “An understanding?” Emma asked, her voice barely a whisper. “What kind of understanding?”

As Max's fingers released her locket, the backs of them ever so slowly slid down the flesh of her breast to the top button of her blouse, pausing there a moment before loosing it.

"An understanding," he repeated, pausing before adding, "about what your job description will include from now on."

His fingers were continuing to play between her breasts, with the back of his fingers gently caressing one full breast while the tips played at the second button. He popped it, exposing where the two bountifully filled cups of her breasts' bridle met.

He ogled her fine, young, and firm tits for a moment, then said softly, "Get on your knees."

Emma was beginning to tremble as Max undid the buttons of her blouse, she always had the top two or three buttons undone and Max only had to undo two more for her breasts to pop into view. Her bra barely reached the top of her nipples.

"An understanding, about what your job description will include from now on."

Emma finally looked up at him. “What would that be?” she asked, knowing exactly what it would be. His reply was the answer.

"Get on your knees."

Emma carefully considered her position. She could refuse and leave but that would mean her arrest and imprisonment. She could potentially file a sexual harassment suit against for the touching he just did but Emma knew if Max went to the police with the evidence he had on her, it would not matter much, she would still go to jail. But if she were to as Max asked she could still get out of this relatively unscathed.

Emma made her decision and sank down on her knees before him.

Max didn't know whether to be surprised or not that Emma was sinking to her knees. He had her dead to rights on her financial crimes, and she really had little choice if she wanted to keep her job -- any job -- and keep out of jail, too.

But sometimes pride clouded a person's vision of the best path down which to proceed. Emma could have let pride get in the way and told him to fuck off. But she'd bitten the bullet. Max smirked a bit as she lowered, since it wasn't the last thing she'd be biting today.

Ironically, there was disaster and ruin waiting for Max at the end of the path he himself was taking now by forcing this on his receptionist. This path was going to bite his ass in the end, but he wouldn't know that for weeks, of course. In the meantime, he would enjoy pleasures and fulfill fantasies he never knew he had.

He watched Emma lower and reached to his waist to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzipped, his gaze never leaving her face. By the time he pulled open his slacks, his raging hard on had already worked its way through the open fly of his boxers: it popped out before her, a fairly impressive nine inches of above average girth meat that was as hard as rock and twitching in anticipation.

Max was proud of his cock, even if his endowment wasn't due to anything for which he himself was personally responsible. He and his dick had had a great many adventures over their quarter century of activity together. The now 42 year old had claimed four virginities in high school and college; he'd heard It's too big enough times to build an ego the size of a bus; and, once he'd learn to use the thing properly -- and his mouth and tongue, too -- he'd driven almost every lover since to ecstasy so often and so deeply that despite now being married, he still got hit on by former lovers -- and their friwnds -- who were desperate for a good time in the sack.

Max and his cock had had a satisfying run, but this...! This, with Emma on her knees with no choice but do as he said, was literally causing a chill of erotic excitement to crawl up Max's spine and out his limbs.

"I think you know what to do," he said softly, adding politely, "Watch the teeth, please."

Emma slid down to her knees on the floor in front of Max. She swept her long auburn hair back behind her ears, nibbling her lower lip. Emma didn't look up to Max’s face; she just stared at the bulge in the front of his pants as Max unbuttoned and pulled down his pants. Emma’s eyes widened in surprise as she saw his cock, hard and erect, and let out a faint, impressed gasp.

"I think you know what to do. Watch the teeth, please."

Emma took a deep breath and leaned forward, lowering her head, her face inches from his cock. She paused for a moment, gazing at his cock, nervously chewing on her bottom lip. She had seen more than a few cocks but Max was one of the most impressive she had ever seen. She reached up and took hold of his cock with her hand and started to stroke him slowly. Emma leaned forward and fluttered her wet lips along the head of his cock; parting her lips and her tongue snaked out to lick around its head as she continued to stroke him.

On another day Emma would have taken her time, going slowly but today she wanted it over as fast as possible. Emma opened her mouth and slowly began to take his cock into her mouth inch by inch. She moved her head up and down, taking a little bit more each time. She breathed out through her nose, as his cock slid into her mouth. For a moment Emma just sucked, swirling her tongue around the head. Her lips were stretched by his cock as she slid her mouth up and down, stroking him faster and faster with her hand.

Max found the feel of Emma's lips and tongue upon his cock incredible, of course. Any blow job was a good blow job, but this one ... This woman truly knew how to suck a cock.

Emma didn't seem to show any hesitation or reluctance in doing a fantastic job. Of course, Max felt no hesitation because his receptionist simply wanted this over and done with as soon as possible. And he sensed no reluctance because she really had no choice and, being a big girl, was going to do what she had to do for -- and to -- her boss.

Max began moving his hips to and fro in concert with Emma's mouth taking in half of his length while her tightly gripping hand stroking the rest of his shaft. The pleasure was welling quickly and his orgasm was imminent: it had been some time since a woman had pleasured Max in this way.

When he knew he was about to explode, he reached both hands to Emma's head and held her in place, not wanting her to pull away. He let out a great groan as his cock lurched in Emma's mouth, spitting forth its fill.

Right before Emma felt Max stiffen; he reached forward to take hold of the back of her head, holding her in place. Emma did her best to swallow his cum but she gagged as he filled up her mouth, his cum leaking out from around his shaft and dribbling down her chin. Drops splattered across her chest, getting on her blouse.

Emma let Max hold her in place for moment and then pulled back from his hands, letting his deflating cock drop out of her mouth. She glanced up at him. “Are we done here?”

Max was so lost in the euphoria that he almost didn't hear Emma's question. He was resting on the desk, his hands upon the old oak on either side of his receptionist's head as he drew deep breaths and reveled at the pleasure still flooding his body.

When he realized she'd spoken, then realized what she'd asked, he stood tall and backed up a step, looking down at her as he began putting himself away and putting his clothes back together.

"Sure," he murmured. "We're done."

He wore a pleased smile as he backed yet another step, giving her room to rise and button her blouse fully again. Even with his heart still pounding, Max couldn't believe that they'd just done this. It was literally a dream come true for him, fucking his beautiful secretary's face and exploding into and upon it.

"Go home," he said softly, turning and heading toward the wet bar again. "But..."

As he mixed his drink, Max wondered how far he could push this before she would consider it simply unacceptable. He wanted to fuck Emma, to lay her on her back in some cheap freeway interchange motel and pound his cock deep inside her young pussy. And he would. He had the upper hand. He just had to find the right way to make it happen.

He finished his sentence, "I know tomorrow's Saturday, but I'm going to need you to be available. Client's coming in from New York, and I may need you to help with them."

He lifted the tumbler full of scotch and sipped at it, eying her over the rim. "Let's say ... seven tomorrow, down at the site."

Emma seethed with anger inside when Max told her to come tomorrow. Not that she was expecting he would be done with only today. But she had thought she would have the weekend to think things through. The pleased smile he wore on his face, while mixing his drink was infuriating.

Emma left the office as she was; clothes still in disarray and his cum drying on her chest and blouse. She could have cleaned up in the office but she did not want to stay there and have Max ogle her as she cleaned up. The floor was empty; even the janitorial staff had finished and gone home. She went into the ladies room near the elevators and looked at herself in the mirror. The woman looking back at her was ghastly; with lipstick smeared, her hair messed up from when Max grabbed a handful and his cum drying on her skin and clothes. Emma washed face at the sink and ran her fingers through her hair as best as she could; her purse was locked in her desk downstairs. The stain on her blouse refused to come out no matter how hard she tried.

Emma left the office without encountering Max again and drove home. Luckily her boyfriend was out of town and she did not have to explain the how she looked to him. Emma threw her dirty clothes in the laundry and went to bed.
Emma lay on her bed thinking about the events of the day and what would happen tomorrow; she did not recall anything about a client coming in from New York in Max’s calendar for the week. As she lay there drifting to sleep, her thoughts kept wandering to Max and unbidden fantasies started to come into her mind. She imagined how it would feel to have him on top of her, thrusting into her roughly, his cock buried deep inside her. Emma shocked herself for having such fantasies about Max, especially after what he had done to her and with what he was probably planning to do, but she could not help it. Her left hand found its way to her breasts under her nightgown, while her other hand caressed down her belly. A quick dip of her fingers between her legs reveals a generous wetness.

With the tips of her fingers, she slowly rubbed the length and width of her pussy. She circled her clit with her thumb, sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy. With her other hand Emma were pinched and squeezed her nipples. Within minutes Emma moaned, her hand moving fervently as her body went through a spasm, twisting in orgasmic pleasure.

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The next morning Emma got up early and took a long shower, taking time to get her thoughts in order, banishing last night’s fantasies from her mind. Emma chose a grey turtleneck sweater with a matching knee length skirt to wear and set her hair in a ponytail. She drove out to the site, stopping to get some coffee. Emma arrived a bit early and sat inside her car, waiting of Max and the client.

(OOC: Just a touch of God Moding here. This is as bad as I will ever get, promise. )

Max pulled his Jaguar up next to Emma, tapped lightly on the horn, and gave her the curling finger, come hither gesture. When she opened the passenger side door he said with a smile, "Get in. We have to meet the client at another location."

He headed the car out onto the interstate, glancing over at Emma with a forced smile. He knew it was her day off, and her knew she probably wasn't eager to show her womanly assets to him after what had transpired the day before, but Max was seriously disappointed that there was so little of her revealed by her neck high blouse and knee length skirt. Hell, his aging mother showed more skin at the Bingo Hall.

It wasn't a long drive, just two miles. When they reached their destination -- a quiet, inconspicuous motel overlooking the beach -- Max turned the Jag off and looked to Emma, saying softly, "I thought we could continue our discussion ... about our understanding."

Emma, engrossed in her thoughts, jumped a little when the car horn sounded. She glanced out and saw that Max had pulled up beside her in his European sports car. She was surprised that the client was not with him; the car was a two seater, unless the Max had stuck the man in the trunk but that was unlikely. He beckoned her over with a finger. Emma got out of her car walked over to the passenger side of the car. Max did not deign to lower the window so Emma opened the car door and looked in.

"Get in. We have to meet the client at another location."
Emma frowned; she wondered why the client would suddenly change his plans, she had a feeling something else was up. But Emma did not really have a choice but to go with Max. “Let me get my purse from my car.” Emma collected her purse, locked her car and climbed into the passenger seat of Max’s Jaguar. She took extra care in making sure that her skirt did not pull up or anything. She had no intention of giving Max a free ogle.

The drive was short and quiet. Max was not talking and Emma had no desire to start a conversation with him. Their destination came as a surprise to Emma; a motel by the beach. “Was the client staying at a motel instead of some high end hotel in the city?” She wondered. Then realization dawned on her. She turned around, the seatbelt digging between her breasts and shot Max a dirty look.

"I thought we could continue our discussion ... about our understanding."

Emma scowled. “There is no client, is there? You just brought me out to play games with me, didn’t you? You are a bastard.”

Max's lips widened -- just a bit -- in a smirk he tried but failed to control. It widened more when he saw how the shoulder strap of Emma's seat belt was emphasizing the shape of her breasts and causing one of her nipples to show through the hard pressed fabric.

He looked back up to her face and feigned concern for her outrage. "I'm sorry, Emma. Really. I guess ... I guess maybe we should take your concern to someone of authority ... perhaps the police. Maybe they'll be interested in your story."

He raised an eyebrow as his smirk widened yet again. He was going to hold the threat of jail over Emma for as long as he had unfulfilled fantasies about her, which -- considering the lust he felt for her -- might be forever.

He slipped out of the little car, circled around to her side, opened the door, and looked down at her expectantly. "Shall we? Or ... would you like to use my cell phone to call the cops?"

Emma felt her anger evaporate as Max offered his phone for her to call the cops. As if she could actually do that. She was a little surprised that Max did not just tell her to meet him at the motel instead of spinning some story about a client. With the evidence he had on her it was not like she could have said no to him.

Emma got out of the car, squeezing past Max, gently brushing against him. “So what do you want me to do?” Emma asked resignedly.

Max had already booked the room and driven by to pick up the key card. They bypassed the front desk and went straight to the second floor suite without a word exchanged between them. It wasn't as if conversation was needed.

From inside, the view of the beach and ocean was spectacular. If they had been here for any other purpose, it would have been a very romantic. But they weren't, so after he'd taken in the view for a long moment, Max turned on his heel, looked Emma up and down, and said simply, "Take off your clothes."

He moved to the bed, his gaze never leaving her as he got comfortable on the end...

The motel was good enough, neat and tidy. “At least he picked a nice place.” Emma thought as she walked into the room behind Max. He stood there looking at the view for a moment and then turned towards her.

"Take off your clothes."

Emma stood in the middle of the room, almost glaring at Max. She dropped her purse on the armchair by the bed, took a deep breath and crossed her hands, grabbing the edge of her sweater and started to lift it up over her bra. The turtleneck was tight around her head and Emma awkwardly pulled it over her head, her breasts encased in a low, cut push-up bra with lace along the top of the cups. It exposed her ample cleavage and her breasts jiggled up and down as she struggled with the sweater.

Emma dropped the sweater on the floor and slipped off one strap of her bra down her shoulder, reaching behind to unclasp it. She let it fall to the floor, revealing her breasts to Max. Her nipples hardened and stood out, upon contact with the cool air.

Emma moved her hands to the side of her skirt and pulled down the zip. She looked Max in the eye and allowed the skirt to fall to the floor. Her panties were matching her bra - pale pink lace.

"Take off your clothes," Max had requested.

Emma knew she had no choice, and after glaring at Max for a long moment she did as he asked.

If Max's mind had been able to construct a clear thought in its lust filled state, he would have wondered why this got him even hotter, hornier, and harder than the blow job Emma had given him the day before. There was just something about watching a woman undress for sex that made his cock throb. He could still remember peeping in on his older sisters undressing at night when they were teens; and his first self perpetuated orgasm had been watching the eldest one -- then 20 -- stripping for sex with her then boyfriend.

Emma pulled her sweater up over her head, lifting her full breasts up then dropping them to do a little dance within her lacy bra. Max's heart was already speeding up. He'd spent so many afternoon's ogling her through the open office door, so many nights thinking of her while he fucked his less than pleasing wife. And now, she was removing her bra and...

"Nice..." he murmured, not really for her to hear but more or less unconsciously. Emma's nipples were hardened by their sudden exposure, and Max wanted so badly to warm them for her ... in his mouth, of course.

She shed her skirt, leaving her standing before him in nothing more than her pink panties and her heels. She was incredible. She was easily the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen this bare to him. He just stared at her for a long moment, taking in her hour glass figure, her gravity defying breasts, her athletic legs ... and her rightfully indignant expression.

He felt a bit guilty for what he was doing, forcing his employee to have sex against her will. But then he reminded himself that she had stolen a boat load of money from him -- possibly even more than that of which he was aware -- and she had to repay him in the manner he felt befitting the crime.

He stood and began undressing, his gaze firmly upon her own eyes. His cock popped out through the fly of his boxers, making it a bit more difficult to shed them, but soon he was even more naked than she was.

He sat back down on the bed and continued to simply stare at her, his erection pointing menacingly her way. A smirk spread across his face and he finally broke the silence with a well thought out deal for Emma.

"You stole money from me, Emma," he started. "Well over eight thousand dollars. I could have you thrown in jail. We've discussed that, of course."

Max reached to his cock and began lightly stroking it, eager to feel the pleasure of sex but wanting to finish his monologue first.

"You don't have the money to pay me back, so you will do so by doing anything and everything I ask of you ... until I am paid in full."

The pleasure in his groin caused a chill to run up his spine, making his smile. He, like most men, masturbated often. But something about handling his shaft in front of Emma was seriously erotic! He'd never masturbated in front of another person, and this was causing him a great deal of happiness.

"Now ... I don't want you to think that I am going to ... harrass you forever ... so ... here's the deal. I'll reduce you eight thousand dollar debt to me by $100 every time you blow me. And I'll reduce it by $200 every time you fuck me... more if we spend the night together."

Emma was a bright, intelligent woman, and Max could see that she was doing the math in her head. Eighty blow jobs ... forty fucks ... or a month's worth of nights sleeping next to him. She would be his play thing for a year, maybe more at that rate.

Even a street whore got that much for sex, and Emma was no common street whore.

"Or..." he continued, now releasing his hold on his cock and leaning his weight back on both hands, "...we can discuss some ... more adventurous situations that will repay your debt to me in a far shorter amount of time."

Max had been doing nothing the past day but imagining different sexual situations with Emma, and he hadn't yet run out of ideas.

"Or, of course ... you can put your clothes back on now and get a cab ... straight to jail.

Emma watched as Max undressed and she had to admit that she did enjoy the sight a little. She colored a little, warmth spreading through her, as she remembered her fantasies from the night before. He looked good for his age and his erect cock seemed larger than before as he turned towards her stroking it as he spoke. Emma listen quietly as Max outlined how she was going to pay him back for the money she had stolen from him.

“What kind of adventurous situations do you mean?” Emma asked, doing the calculations in her head. With the options Max was offering her, he would have control over her from six months to a year at the least, more if she agreed only to give him blowjobs. But she wanted this to be over as soon as possible.

"We can discuss those later," Max responded. He laid back onto the bed, with the weight of his upper body on his elbows, his cock pointing to the slowly spinning ceiling fan. "For right now, why don't you just ... climb aboard."

His lips spread in a wide smirk. He was enjoying this control over her ... and he was going to continue to enjoy it for as long as he could...

Emma walked over to the bed as Max lay down, slipping her panties down her legs. She climbed on to the bed and swung her leg over him, turning to face away from Max as she positioned herself on top of him, straddling his legs. Emma reached between her legs and took hold of his cock in her hand and stroked him, feeling him swell even further. She lifted one leg until his cock was stationed right under her pussy and began to lower herself slowly down onto him.

Emma bit her bottom lip, stopping herself from crying out as she felt Max fill her up. She rocked back and forth, pushing him even deeper into her, a shot of pain and pleasure running through her. At first she moved slowly, getting comfortable with his size. Emma lifted herself slowly up until only his head remained inside her, pausing for a moment before she started to slide slowly back down his length.

Emma started to move faster, using her hands to balance herself on his legs. Involuntarily Emma cried out as Max began to match her movements with his own thrusts.

Emma mounted Max facing away from him. He was a bit disappointed by this: he'd wanted to watch and grope those incredible breasts as they fucked. But he'd have that opportunity in the future. He was going to be fucking the fare skinned, red head for months, maybe years to come.

When she lowered her body onto his, swallowing his rock hard cock in her tight, foreplay-deprived pussy, Max drew a hugely deep breath and released it in a long, low grunt, adding once she was all the way down, "My god ... you feel so ... so good."

She ignored him, which didn't surprise Max. She didn't give a rat's ass about whether he enjoyed himself: the deal he'd made was for a number of fucks, not the quality of them, so why the hell should she care if he was having fun, right?

As Emma began to lift and drop her body over him, taking him in deeper and harder and faster, Max first began to wonder whether he should have stipulated that the sex was satisfactory. But after just a few seconds, he realized that there was no way that they could do this without him being satisfied. She was tight and warm and wet and -- thankfully -- very good at what she was doing. Max couldn't imagine not enjoying fucking Emma, ever.

Emma began moving faster atop Max, grasping his legs before her for support as she raised and lowered her groin, driving him deep. She cried out as Max began to thrust with her, and he wondered whether he'd hurt her or pleasured her.

As the fuck continued, Max began to fantasize about driving Emma to her own orgasms, listening to he scream out his name, feeling her body shiver as the euphoria raged through her. It wouldn't happen, of course. She wasn't here by choice: this was blackmail. Could she relax and enjoy his cock inside her pussy enough to climax? Max doubted it. She didn't want this. This was his fantasy...

Of course, he had no idea that his receptionist had had her own fantasies, too.

He reached up to grasp Emma's hips and began pulling her with each thrust, driving himself deeper and harder and trying to contact her clit in some way. He was desperate to make her cum with him ... and he didn't have much time because he knew that his own orgasm was imminent.

Emma felt Max grab hold of her hips as he began to thrust into her harder, trying to get in deeper. Emma could not believe how good it felt. The pleasure of being filled so completely was starting to overtake her. Her hips jerked hard as she came, her pussy clenched around his length, dropping all pretenses and crying out loudly. Emma shuddered and gasped, losing her balance and falling on top of Max with her back to his chest.