My Boss Offered Me to His Partners to Close the Deal

I know I shouldn’t be telling this, much less enjoying remembering it. I’m a married woman, and nothing that happened that night can be justified. But it was stronger than I was, stronger than the guilt I carried afterward. What I’m going to tell you happened of my own free will, although willpower, when one gives oneself over completely, stops weighing anything.

Esteban isn’t just my boss. For almost a year now, he’s been the man who decides what I do with my body, and I let him. It started as a game in his office and ended up becoming a habit: he commands, I obey. That dynamic turned me on in a way I never confessed to anyone, not even Damián, my husband, who at the time was in the south working on an oil platform and came back every two weeks.

One afternoon Esteban called me into his office and closed the door with that calm of his that already made my legs go weak.

—There’s a bid in Puerto Lindo —he said—. A warehouse complex, a lot of money at stake. The investors arrive on Friday and I want you to come with me.

—As your assistant? —I asked, though I already sensed the answer.

—As my woman. With everything that means.

It didn’t bother me. It aroused me. I’d leave my daughter at my mother’s house and tell Damián it was a work trip, which wasn’t entirely a lie.

What did surprise me was the envelope he handed me when we said goodbye. Inside was a substantial amount of money.

—Buy clothes —he ordered—. Tight dresses. Fine lingerie. Something that makes men lose track of what they’re talking about.

He already knew I always dressed femininely, but this time he wanted to choose. I went to a friend’s boutique and tried on half the store. I left with a red lycra dress that clung to every curve, a black lace bodysuit, a burgundy corduroy miniskirt, and a white bra-and-thong set. At the lingerie shop I also bought a red corset with a garter belt that was a dream, stockings with silicone bands in three shades, and some thin stiletto sandals that made my legs look even longer. Esteban would decide what suited me best for his plans.

***

We left on Friday in the middle of the afternoon. We left my daughter with my mother and took the road to Puerto Lindo, about two hundred kilometers away. During the trip Esteban never missed a chance to slip his hand between my thighs, stroking me through the stockings while he drove with the other hand. I opened my legs without him even having to ask. That silent surrender was part of the game: I was his, and it showed.

—Tonight we’re having dinner with three investors —he explained without taking his eyes off the road—. I want them to like you. Very much. If the negotiation gets complicated, you’re going to help me untangle it.

I understood what he was hinting at and a shiver ran down my back. I didn’t know whether it was fear or wanting. Probably both at once.

We arrived at the best hotel in the city and were given separate rooms. Mine was huge, with a sitting room, a drinks bar, and adjoining it, a bedroom with a giant bed dressed in white. I took a shower, shaved, carefully put on makeup, and chose the red dress, the corset with garters, the lace thong, and the nude stockings, all crowned with the red sandals.

When they knocked on the door and I opened it, Esteban looked me up and down. Then he grabbed my ass and kissed me hungrily.

—Slowly —I asked between laughs—. Don’t ruin my hair too early.

***

The dinner was long and elegant. The three investors were foreigners: Niko, the youngest, with a shy smile; Dragan, a stocky man with a generous belly and huge hands; and Aleksandr, the oldest, an old man with small eyes who barely spoke and observed everything in silence. Only Niko and Dragan spoke broken Spanish. We ate seafood, toasted several times, and I laughed at jokes I only half understood, letting my cleavage do the work.

When the evening ended, Esteban leaned toward me.

—Take them to your suite —he murmured—. Be nice. If they ask for more, give it to them. Your reward is going to be good.

I didn’t like being treated like a piece on his board, and I told him so in his ear. But between the wine, his hand squeezing my knee under the table, and the certainty that afterward he’d collect on my obedience, I ended up giving in. I went up with the three men in the elevator, feeling how they watched me.

I turned on the room’s sound system and picked something soft. I didn’t know what to talk about and neither did they, so I let the body say it. I started moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, slowly, looking at them. All three settled into the armchairs and watched me like someone watching a private show.

I felt powerful. I let one strap of the dress fall, then the other, and kept turning as the fabric slid down. With my back to them, I bent slowly, letting them see my ass barely covered by the thread of the thong. When I took the dress off completely, I turned around and kicked it toward them. They weren’t shouting, they weren’t talking: they were only applauding softly, hypnotized. I danced possessed by something I didn’t recognize in myself, something that had been waking up for months in Esteban’s office.

***

Niko came over with a glass of champagne and I drank it in one gulp. The bubbles rushed to my head without disconnecting me from anything happening. I handed him back the glass, took his hand, and pulled him against my body. We danced pressed together, or rather I danced, because he let himself be led, stiff with nerves. By then I was only wearing the corset with garters, the thong, the stockings, and the red sandals.

I felt his erection against my pelvis and rubbed myself without the slightest shame. The champagne finished loosening the few brakes I had left as a married woman. That was when Dragan stood up from the armchair and came toward me while the old man kept watching, motionless.

Without asking permission, Dragan kissed me on the mouth and slid down my neck to the nape of my neck. I let go of Niko and hung onto the stocky man’s neck, almost in the air because of his belly, kissing him with my tongue. While we devoured each other, I felt his hands remove my thong; I pressed my legs together to help him slide it down to my ankles, and Niko finished taking it off me.

Dragan stripped and revealed a thick cock under his belly. I crouched down and took it into my mouth, licking, nibbling the head, soaking it completely. To my surprise, Niko lay down beneath me and started eating my pussy. The sensation of having a cock in my mouth while a tongue ran over me from below tore a long moan out of me. It was a strange scene, almost unreal, and I was in the center of it, surrendered.

The old man said something in his language and Niko got up to receive some little packets from his hands: they were condoms. Dragan explained to me, in his broken Spanish, that because he was the oldest, Aleksandr would penetrate me at the end, but that my sex couldn’t be left with the others’ semen. I smiled and told him I had no problem with that, though I hadn’t imagined that the old man would be taking part too.

***

Niko helped me lie back on the edge of the bed and lifted my legs to rest them on his shoulders. He rubbed the covered head against my entrance and pushed slowly. I took him in, wet, fully open, feeling him slide inside me. While he fucked me with a soft, steady back-and-forth, he took off my sandals and started sucking on my toes over the stockings. That mix of tenderness and shamelessness drove me crazy.

Dragan waited his turn, stroking himself, watching me with animal patience. Niko brought me to my first orgasm, groaning, asking for more, until I felt him throbbing inside me and he finished with a growl in his language.

Then it was Dragan’s turn. He slid me farther up the bed and mounted me missionary-style. He almost crushed me with his bulk, but his thick cock filled me completely. He kissed my breasts, licked my nipples, and pounded in a slow rhythm that made me feel full, tight, used in the best way. I hooked my legs around his hips so he could go all the way in. I could barely move beneath his weight, and that, being immobilized and surrendered, pushed me into another orgasm that shot through my belly like a current.

The old man came closer, murmuring something. Dragan stood up and asked me to ride him. I settled over him as best I could, maneuvering around his belly, and let his member enter all the way while I rose and fell. Sitting upright, I had him buried inside me. Then he grabbed my arms and pulled me down onto his chest, leaving my ass high in the air, at the mercy of the old Aleksandr.

Without wasting time, the old man started massaging my ass with his fingers. Dragan held me so I wouldn’t move, and I felt how, even with my cunt full, my ass was igniting under the caresses of that older man. He kissed my back while the old man pressed his cock against my back entrance. It hurt only for a moment, and then the pain turned into something new, intense, the sensation of being taken completely.

—Please —I heard myself say—, slowly... like that...

The old man pumped in a steady rhythm, without pause, while Dragan kept me impaled in front. Seeing my legs wrapped in stockings around that scene seemed obscene and delicious to me at the same time. I felt so surrendered that all I wanted was for it to last. I came again, trembling, lubricating them both.

I don’t know how long they used me like that. At some point the old man pushed all the way in, throbbed, and spilled inside me with a rough sigh. A strange feeling, that of a woman served down to the last corner.

***

The night didn’t end there. Dragan took off the condom and asked me to get on all fours on the bed. I understood what he wanted and told him no, that his cock was way too thick for my ass. But he had already decided. With a gesture to Niko, Niko took me by the arm and, gently but without giving me a choice, placed me in position. I protested, although inside, the refusal was already just formality. I chose to relax and grabbed Niko’s cock to suck him while Dragan settled in behind me.

I felt the head pressing, and my body, already stretched by the old man and lubricated, gave way more easily than I expected. He entered little by little, filling me, while I kept my mouth busy. When I had him all the way inside, something in me gave up completely.

—All of it... put it all in me —I begged him, not recognizing my own voice.

Dragan let himself go. He fucked me so hard I couldn’t focus on anything else. He stroked my clit with his fingers and I moaned with my eyes closed, surrendered like never before. Each удар of his hips against my ass drove me forward, and if I hadn’t been holding on with both hands, I would have fallen flat on my face. Suddenly he sank all the way in, still and throbbing, and flooded me with a warmth I recognized at once: he had taken the condom off. I didn’t care. Another orgasm shook me as he came.

I lay on the bed, satisfied and sore at the same time, with my body open and my thighs stained. The three men got dressed and, with an almost ceremonial bow, said goodbye to me.

***

I don’t need to say that Esteban won the warehouse bid. I got my reward, generous, just as he had promised. And though I told myself a thousand times I would never let something like that happen again, I know I was lying. Because once a woman discovers how far she can give herself over, there’s no going back.