Liam
I’ve got her bent over my oversized, mahogany desk. The curvature of her back looks perfect, like a ballerina’s. I push open her legs further with my knee so that I can gain better entry.
“Liam!” She’s screaming out my name as I slide two fingers into her throbbing, wet pussy.
“Yes Trish, call my name, just like that,” I say through clenched teeth and ragged breathing.
“I want you so bad Liam, you’re all I think about.”
Of course I’m all she thinks about. I’m all most women think about, and my assistant’s no different. We started fucking a couple months ago, almost immediately after I hired her. I didn’t hire her to fuck, but she’s got a great ass, so why not?
I unzip and push my 12-inch cock deep inside her from behind. She’s crying out my name and holding onto the sides of the desk as I pound her hard. I pull her hair so that the arch of her back is even more accentuated.
I slide my cock in and out of her and yeah it feels good. But I’ve also had better. Trish is a placeholder, something to do to bide my time until the right one comes along. I don’t mean right as in marry, I mean right as in someone who will pique my interest enough to want to fuck her for more than a one-night stand.
Trish is lucky because she works for me, so I naturally want to fuck her more. I don’t have to get rid of her in the morning like the women I meet out at clubs. Trust me, she’s already knows what she has to do without me telling.
“Liam, I’m coming. Oh fuck, I’m coming so hard around your big cock.”
I can feel her hot cum around me. It never takes long with her. She likes to be taken roughly over my desk and she comes in about a minute and then I come, because what’s the point of holding out? And then that’s it. Back to work as usual.
Sex with her is part of her job, a task, like a paperwork she has to submit and leave at my table. When it’s done, it’s done. We don’t have to discuss it.
She’s bucking wildly underneath me trying to draw out the pleasure and I have to settle her down. I wrap my hands around her big, fake tits and then thrust into her brazenly, with no care for her comfort or feelings. I reach my climax easily and I gasp.
Then I pull out and spank her on the ass. Cum is dripping down her leg as she pulls up her skirt. She probably loves it, to be sitting at her desk, marinating in my cum all day. The little slut.
As for me, I’m over it. Trish is okay but she’s nothing spectacular. I want more, I guess you could say. I deserve more. I got everything a woman would look for in a man. Trust me, I am more than any guy could hope to achieve in his lifetime.
Now, you’d think in a city as big as Manhattan, that there’d be more women to meet my fancy. Not true. I’m as jaded as ever with the lack of options out there.
Is it so wrong to want someone with perfect tits, an interesting mind, and a reasonable amount of passion?
Every woman I meet feels like the same. They all run together as their personalities reflect nothing more than superfluous desires and surface talk. At this point in my life, I’m looking for something more.
I’ve reached the apex of my career. I own the most prestigious ad agency in town, Dignity Creative. I have more money than I can count, and I bed virtually every woman I want, like my assistant here, who’s effectively wiping my cum from her leg with a tissue right now.
So what is my problem?
I want more. I’m bored with life. Yes, this is a billionaire’s problem, but when you’re used to being handed everything on a silver platter, where’s the challenge and adventure?
Trish leaves and I decide to take a walk to clear my mind. I leave my penthouse office by a private elevator and tell my driver I’ll contact him later. Nothing refreshes a stagnant mind like the humming streets of NYC.
Women look at me from all different angles as I walk the streets of Manhattan.
I'm used to this kind of attention. The kind that comes with the territory of being this fucking gorgeous.
I'm tall and devilishly handsome. My eyes are green like the deepest recesses of a forest,, and my hair is sandy-brown, providing the perfect contrast. My light tan skin looks perfect grazing up against the Armani suit I'm wearing.
I like to peruse the different avenues in the city to just gain greater further artistic inspiration. It’s the city of dreams for a reason. You can find everything you need here, especially if you're the creative type looking for an inspiration.
Lately, I've been starting to feel a little bit bored with my company. Sure, I'm the CEO of the biggest ad agency in town, and I'm ruthless when it comes to business, but being at the top of the ladder suddenly doesn't feel so great anymore.
I got into this business to be creative and lately, it's just been business and more business. I'm forgetting what it is that made me join in the first place.
Unlike some people, money doesn't mean everything to me. I have so much, I could afford to take it for granted. I need to feel passion in my life and for what I'm doing or it's not even worth it.
It's midmorning and people are walking everywhere. I take in the sites and the sounds and decide to head back to the office. I have to do this presentation later for a lingerie company called Velvet Luxe.
Actually, Trish will be presenting my ideas but I’ll be there to make an appearance. I’m the CEO and no longer have to demean myself to making presentations for clients. They’d be lucky to have me.
I've done enough walking for today, so I call my limousine driver to come pick me up. He's there in an instant. My driver, Paul, knows me pretty well by now and he knows what I like and don’t like, including the fact that I don't like to be kept waiting.
He takes me back to my building in uptown. I own the whole damn thing. And the penthouse is my lair. I walk past Trish and toss her a slight nod of acknowledgement. She’s licking her lips like she already wants more.
“What time is my meeting?” I ask her.
“In about 15 minutes,” she says.
Fuck. I’m late.
“Come on Trish, grab the presentation, we gotta head downtown to Velvet Luxe.
Even though this lingerie company should be begging me for my business, I know it’s a big deal. Every company in town is clamoring to get their attention because they’re hot and trendy right now. I hear they’re gonna be bigger than Victoria’s Secret and I’ve seen enough in this business to know how important this company could be.
If we can land this campaign, then it will make our star shine even brighter. We're already at the upper echelon of society but this will take our future even further. Who doesn’t want to stay at the very top?
Trish and I hurry to the limo. Doubtless I’ll be late, but that also means we can make an entrance.