My Boss Offered Me to His Partners to Close the Deal

I know I shouldn’t tell this story, much less enjoy remembering it. I’m a married woman, and there’s no justification for anything that happened that night. But it was stronger than I was, stronger than the guilt I carried afterward. What I’m about to tell you happened of my own free will, although when a woman gives herself completely, free will stops carrying much weight.

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 began as a game in his office and ended up becoming a habit: he gives the orders, I obey. That dynamic turned me on in a way I had never confessed to anyone, not even Damián, my husband, who at the time was working on an oil rig in the south and came home every other week.

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 Friday, and I want you to come with me.

—As your assistant? —I asked, although I already suspected the answer.

—As my woman. With everything that implies.

It didn’t bother me. It turned me on. I would leave my daughter at my mother’s and tell Damián it was a business trip, which wasn’t entirely a lie.

What did surprise me was the envelope he handed me as I was leaving. Inside was a substantial sum of money.

—Buy yourself some clothes —he ordered—. Tight dresses. Fine lingerie. Something that will make men lose their train of thought.

He already knew that 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 garters that was a dream, stockings with silicone bands in three shades, and a pair of slender stiletto sandals that lengthened my legs. Esteban would decide what suited me best for his plans.

***

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

—We’re having dinner with three investors tonight —he explained without taking his eyes off the road—. I want them to like you. Very much. If the negotiations get complicated, you’re going to help me move things along.

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

We arrived at the best hotel in the city and were given separate rooms. Mine was enormous, with a sitting room, a drinks bar, and, adjoining it, a bedroom with a gigantic bed dressed in white. I showered, shaved, carefully applied my makeup, and chose the red dress, the corset with garters, the lace thong, and the skin-colored stockings, topped off with the red sandals.

When someone knocked and I opened the door, Esteban stared me up and down. Then he grabbed my buttocks and kissed me hungrily.

—Slow down —I asked him between laughs—. Don’t ruin my hair before we have to.

***

Dinner was long and elegant. The three investors were foreigners: Niko, the youngest, with a shy smile; Dragan, a broad man with a generous belly and enormous hands; and Aleksandr, the oldest, a small-eyed old man who barely spoke and watched everything in silence. Only Niko and Dragan spoke a little Spanish. We ate seafood, raised our glasses several times, and I laughed at jokes I only half understood, letting my cleavage do its job.

When the evening came to an end, Esteban leaned toward me.

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

I didn’t like being treated like a piece on his chessboard, and I told him so in his ear. But between the wine, his hand squeezing my knee beneath the table, and the certainty that he would reward me for my obedience afterward, I ended up giving in. I went upstairs with the three men in the elevator, feeling their eyes on me.

I turned on the room’s stereo and chose something soft. I didn’t know what to talk about, and neither did they, so I let my body do the talking. I began moving my hips to the music, slowly, watching them. The three of them settled into the armchairs and watched me as though they were viewing a private show.

I felt powerful. I lowered one strap of the dress, then the other, and kept turning as the fabric slipped down. With my back to them, I bent over slowly, letting them see my buttocks barely covered by the thong’s string. When I took the dress off completely, I turned around and tossed it at them with the tip of my foot. They didn’t shout or speak; they only applauded softly, hypnotized. I danced, possessed by something I didn’t recognize in myself, something that had been awakening for months in Esteban’s office.

***

Niko approached with a glass of champagne, and I drank it in one gulp. The bubbles went straight to my head without disconnecting me from anything that was happening. I handed the glass back, took him by the hand, and pulled him against my body. We danced pressed together—or rather, I danced, because he let himself be carried along, rigid with nerves. By then I was wearing only the corset with garters, the thong, the stockings, and the red sandals.

I felt his erection against my pelvis and rubbed myself against it without trying to hide what I was doing. The champagne finished releasing the few restraints I had left as a married woman. That was when Dragan got up from the armchair and came toward me while the old man continued watching, motionless.

Without asking permission, Dragan kissed me on the mouth and moved down my neck to the nape. I let go of Niko and hung from the big man’s neck, nearly lifted off the floor by 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.

Dragan undressed, exposing a thick member beneath his belly. I squatted down and took it into my mouth, licking it, nibbling the glans, wetting it all over. To my surprise, Niko lay down beneath me and began eating my vulva. The sensation of having a cock in my mouth while a tongue moved over me below drew a long moan from me. It was a strange, almost unreal scene, and I was at its center, surrendered.

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

***

Niko helped me lie back on the edge of the bed and lifted my legs, resting them on his shoulders. He rubbed the covered tip against my entrance and pushed in slowly. I received him wet and completely open, feeling him slide inside me. While he thrust into me with a smooth, steady rhythm, he took off my sandals and began sucking my toes through my stockings. That mixture of delicacy and shamelessness drove me crazy.

Dragan waited his turn, stroking himself and watching me with an animal’s patience. Niko brought me to my first orgasm, moaning and asking for more, until I felt him throb inside me and finish with a growl in his language.

Dragan’s turn came immediately afterward. He moved me farther up the bed and climbed on top of me in missionary position. He nearly crushed me beneath his bulk, but his thick cock filled me completely. He kissed my breasts, licked my nipples, and pumped with a slow rhythm that made me feel full, tight, used in the best possible way. I wrapped 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 swept through my belly like an electric current.

The old man approached, muttering something. Dragan got up and asked me to ride him. I settled on top of him as best I could, maneuvering around his belly, and let his member enter me completely while I moved up and down. Sitting upright, I had him buried inside me. Then he grabbed my arms and pulled me down onto his chest, leaving my buttocks raised and at the mercy of old Aleksandr.

Without wasting any time, the old man began massaging my anus with his fingers. Dragan held me so I couldn’t move, and I felt that, even with my pussy full, my ass was being set alight beneath the older man’s caresses. He kissed my back while the old man pressed his member against my rear entrance. It hurt for only a moment, and then the pain became a new, intense sensation—the feeling of being taken completely.

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

The old man pumped with a steady rhythm, without pausing, while Dragan kept me impaled from the front. Seeing my legs sheathed in stockings surrounding that scene seemed obscene and delicious 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 thrust all the way in, throbbed, and spilled inside me with a hoarse sigh. It was a strange sensation—the feeling of a woman served in every last corner.

***

The night didn’t end there. Dragan removed the condom and told me to get on all fours on the bed. I understood what he intended and told him no, that his cock was too thick for my ass. But he had already made up his mind. With a gesture to Niko, he took me by the arm and, gently but without giving me a choice, put me into position. I protested, although inside, my refusal was already mere formality. I chose to relax and grabbed Niko’s member to suck it while Dragan settled himself behind me.

I felt the head pressing against me, 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 continued with my mouth occupied. When I had him all the way inside, something in me surrendered completely.

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

Dragan let himself go. He thrust so forcefully that I could no longer concentrate on anything else. He stroked my clitoris with his fingers, and I moaned with my eyes closed, surrendered as I had never been before. Each blow of his hips against my buttocks pushed me forward, and if he hadn’t been holding me with both hands, I would have fallen flat on my face. Suddenly he sank all the way in, motionless and throbbing, and flooded me with a heat I recognized immediately: he had taken off the condom. I didn’t care. Another orgasm shook me as he finished.

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

***

It goes without saying that Esteban won the warehouse bid. I received my reward, a generous one, just as he had promised. And although I told myself a thousand times that I would never allow anything like that again, I know I was lying. Because once a woman discovers how completely she can surrender, there’s no going back.