“Where are you taking me?” I say, laughing. “I hope you’re not some pirate who’s come to kidnap me and steal me away.”

“I’d never think of it,” he says, laughing himself. “A lot of these Hamptons houses are on the property of old farm houses. There’s always a barn around here somewhere. And if I’m right…ah, here it is.”

We emerge from a little patch of woods into a clearing where sure enough there’s an old barn.

“It looks so romantic,” I say. “Is that where we’re going to fuck?”

I don’t know what makes me say things like that sometimes. But, sometimes, I like to just say the most inappropriate thing I can think of to say. I find it’s good for breaking the tension sometimes.

He laughs, and takes my hand again, and leads me inside.

“It’s beautiful,” I say, looking around.

Inside the barn, it’s warmer than outside. It’s incredibly cozy. The moonlight is streaming in from the rafters above. It seems like it’s still a functional barn, because it’s filled with nice soft fresh hay.

“It’s almost like you planned this,” I say. “It’s just too perfect. It’s really like something out of an old movie.”

He laughs at this, and motions for me to sit down next to him on the hay. We can hear the wind as the wooden boards creak around us, just slightly so that it’s more romantic than creepy. Although, if I wasn’t here with John, I might be a little creeped out. I momentarily wonder what Janet is doing, but the thoughts soon rush out of my mind as John leans in and kisses me.

I’m very aware of the incredible bulge in his pants. After all, it was pressing against me when we were outside. Now I glance down at it, without him noticing that I’m doing it. It looks huge in his pants, and I wonder what it’s going to look like naked, and how big and girthy it’s going to be. For having such an erection, he kisses me with an incredible softness. His hand moves to my thigh where it rests softly.

I’m impressed that he’s able to control himself like this, rather than just kissing me sloppily and going right for my tits. It gives me the feeling that he’s going to be quite good at sex, and that he’s not going to rush me.

I think back to the last sexual encounter I had—it wasn’t good, to put it lightly. The guy just couldn’t wait to get off himself, and didn’t make much of an effort to give me any pleasure at all, except to say “did you come yet?” after he had already finished himself.

I realize suddenly that I’ve completely forgotten that I don’t belong at this party. After all, I’m broke and I’ve just been hired as a cleaner. This isn’t my scene, and what’s more, I’m kissing John, my future boss, the man who just hired me this morning. Apparently he doesn’t recognize me, but I sure recognize him. And what are the consequences going to be if I hook up with him now, and then show up tomorrow for work. I mean, he did hire me, but that’s just because he’s somewhat eccentric. It’s not like I’m going to be working directly with him. I’m just a cleaner, so who knows if I’ll ever see him again.

I realize that I’m just trying to justify this to myself. After all, I know deep down that I should definitely not hook up right now with my future boss. This job may seem like something simple to everyone else, but it’s going to get me out of my mother’s house and out on my own. Then, I’m going to work my way up until no one can ever stop me again. My mother thinks the job is a joke, but I need to get out of her constant and criticizing grasp if I’m ever going to do anything on my own.

But my hormones are raging. John is the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. He’s thin but muscular. Somehow he seems bulky and thin at the same time. His face is chiseled and he has just the right amount of stubble. His hair is dark and vaguely presidential. I wonder why super rich guys always seem to have such good hair? Or is that just in my imagination?

“You’re so beautiful,” he says to me.

I don’t know why but it makes my heart flutter. Such a simple thing to say, and yet it throws all my worries out the window completely.

He kisses me on my neck and I moan. Thoughts of whether or not this is appropriate are completely gone. There’s no turning back now, and I already know it. So I might lose my job when he realizes who I am (especially considering the very strict workplace relationship rules that all big companies now use), but so what? I mean, I have to think about my mental health too, right?

“I really want you to fuck me,” I say, suddenly blurting out exactly what I’ve been thinking but holding back. I guess all this tension makes it just come out suddenly.

He laughs, and I giggle.

“I like it when women know what they want, and I like it when they tell me,” says John, looking me in the eyes. He has the most beautiful eyes.

He’s got his hands up under my dress. His hands are strong and tough, and actually somewhat rough. Not what I would expect from a billionaire, but then again John isn’t your typical billionaire. He rides a motorcycle and does his own maintenance. He hunts, fishes, mountain bikes, climbs crazy tall mountains just for fun—basically he does everything, whether its physical or mental.

His hands are on my breasts, and I’m moaning softly, tilting my head back as he kisses me again gently on my neck.

Suddenly, my dress is off, sliding down to the ground. My bra, too, a moment later, is completely gone, and I’m completely naked except for my earrings (which Janet lent me, since I don’t even own a single pair, which is another long story of its own). I’ve never felt so potentially vulnerable yet protected. I know I’m safe with John.

His arms are around me and his head is between my breasts, licking them. Now he’s sucking on my nipples.

He’s quickly removing his coat and shirt.

“I want to see what you’re hiding underneath those pants of yours,” I say, with a greedy note in my voice that I can’t conceal and don’t really want to.

“Again, I like how forward you are with me,” says John, grinning at me.

He’s now standing above me, and I’m sitting on a bit of hay that’s working the way a chair would.

“Come closer,” I say. “And let me help you with those pants.”

I realize I’m breathing very heavily now that his bulge is just centimeters away from my face. I feel like I can almost smell his cock underneath his pants.

I can’t even help myself. I give one look up at John and then reach out and unbuckle his belt buckle. I unzip his jeans and reach in. I feel his cock immediately. It’s huge and incredibly thick and hard. It’s definitely the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life, and it’s here, inches away from my face.

“You want me to make you feel good?” I say. I don’t know where I’m getting this confidence for dirty talk from, but it feels good to say it, and I’m proud of myself. Then again, he is my future employer, so maybe this isn’t such a good idea. But I push the worry to the back of my mind again where it belongs.

I slide my tongue along his cock and taste the salty taste that his cock seems to have. Wow, I can’t believe I’m having such dirty thoughts. I mean, I’m a sexual person, like I imagine everyone is (secretly, sometimes), but I’ve managed to avoid thinking about certain things.

I’m extremely turned on as I take his cock in my mouth and start bobbing my head up and down.

“You’re so sexy,” says John, holding my head on either side gently with both hands. “That feels so good. Don’t stop, whatever you do.”

I keep going, and going, for another minute, until John finally says, “Oh, God, that feels too good. Stop, stop, stop.”

I pull my mouth away from his cock for a moment to say, “You told me never to stop.”

“I’m going to come, though,” he says, winking at me. He’s breathing heavily. “I want to save that all for you.”

I give his cock one more lick, and then put my mouth all over it once again. I wait until it feels like his cock is starting to pulsate and his breath is getting incredibly ragged, before pulling my head away.

“You’re quite the tease,” he says.

I wink at him.

“Lie back,” says John, and I do what he says.

I like the way he tells me what to do, in a gentle but firm way. I know what he’s planning now.

We’re both naked now and I lie back on the hay that has become warmed from the heat of our bodies. The interior of the barn feels like the coziest place in the world, as if we’re lying by the warm fire in a ski cabin somewhere in the Colorado mountains, not that I’ve ever had the money to do that. But, hey, I’ve seen the movies, like everyone has.

I spread my legs, and John comes towards me, facing me, and holds onto my thighs with his strong hands.

His tongue grazes me down below, and I sigh in incredible pleasure. He uses his fingers ever so gently to explore the areas. I feel like he’s exploring something new—he’s bringing a sense of adventure to the endeavor that I appreciate, rather than just executing maneuvers that he’s looked up on the internet. No, this isn’t that type of man. This is a man who knows what he wants and knows what women want too. This is a man of passion and… what the hell have I gotten myself into?

But the little worry flies away as soon as John really starts to work his magic on me. Wow! I didn’t know oral sex could even feel this good. Certainly none of the men I’ve been with before (not that many) could do anything like this.

“Oh my God!” I cry out.

John looks up ever so briefly at my face, apparently just to enjoy the expression I’m making before going back down between my legs.

I’m coming before I know it.

“I’m going to come if you don’t stop!” I manage to say, before John goes even harder, which pushes me over the edge and I come spectacularly.

My whole body feels warm and fuzzy and an incredible feeling shoots through me from my toes up to my heart and up through my head, radiating out.

There’s no way to even begin to describe this orgasm. It’s pushed my over the edge in terms of my desires. I wasn’t exactly shy before but now I’m completely in the moment. There’s nothing else on my mind but sex and John’s body and my body. There’s nothing else in the world but us and I’m completely safe from anything that could happen.

Instead of satisfying my sexual craving, the orgasm just left me wanting more…just wanting John’s massive and throbbing cock with the huge head.

John’s on top of my, lying across me. I can feel his strong and hard and muscled body against me, but there’s a gentleness to it that comforts me and he’s not putting all his weight on me.

“I want you inside me,” I whisper throatily into his ear as he bites my neck ever so gently.

His hands are now on my breasts and more of his weight is on top of me but it feels good. I feel for a moment like he’s my man, and we’ve done this a thousand times before—a moment where the moment feels eternal, like it will last forever even though it won’t.

John doesn’t say anything as he positions his cock to line up with me, and now he pushes just the tip in ever so gently.

I gasp as it enters me. Even though he goes slowly I can’t help myself—it’s one thing to see the massive cock or have it in my mouth but it’s a completely different thing to have it inside me.

“I want all of you,” I say, without realizing that I’m saying it. But that’s what I’m craving deep down. That’s what my body wants. I want to be completely filled by his massive cock. I want it like nothing else in the world.

John slides his cock in farther. I can feel the whole thing. It’s really, really thick. Really big.

It fills me up in every way I could possibly imagine and even more ways than just that.

He’s completely inside me now, and he’s pumping away. His hands are on my breasts, but now he moves them to the sides to get better support on the bed. The hay is moving under us and I’m sinking down into it, but honestly it’s much more comfortable than any mattress I’ve ever had sex on.

There’s no way to describe the feeling of him rocking on top of me.

“You’re so hot,” he says to me. His face is full of passion and his eyes are staring right into mine.

He’s now moving his hands towards my leg, and I’m completely splayed out so that he can get deep inside me.

The warm feeling is starting to run through me again as his cock pounds into me. The largeness of his cock feels wonderful and the hardness turns me on like nothing else.

“Here we go,” says John, between his sexy grunts, as he repositions one of my legs so that he’s holding it up in front of him, giving him better access with his cock.

“Oh my God,” I cry out, involuntarily, as my vision starts to go hazy. He was starting off somewhat slow, I realize now, and now he’s starting to show me his real speed. My own body is moving beneath him, rocking in the hay and underneath him.

John grunts again, and then signals that he wants to change positions.

“I want to suck your cock more,” I say, and John flashes me a grin.

His hands are on my head again and I’m kneeling in front of him, my knees sinking into the hay.

One of John’s hands moves steadily down below and starts pleasuring me with fingers. He really does know what he’s doing. He knows exactly what he’s doing, actually. Maybe he can even do it better than I can.

I’m slurping on his cock and being pleasured and I feel like I’m totally his. I forget that this is just a casual encounter, and I completely forget he’s going to be my boss next time I show up for my new job.

Whatever, though. This moment feels like it’s never going to end. Not now. Not ever.

“I need to be inside you again,” says John, and gently guides me back down to the hay. His cock is shining with my saliva and it’s as big as ever, probably bigger and harder than it was when we started. It looks like it’s going to burst all over the place any second. But I’m impressed by his stamina. Most guys just want to fuck, fuck, and fuck until they burst. But not John. He knows how to pleasure me, and pleasure himself too. He knows how to make a good thing last. Maybe that’s why he’s gotten so rich.

I’m on my stomach now in the hay. It’s not scratchy like I thought it would be.

John lowers his big and powerful body on top of mine. His weight feels comforting rather than oppressive.

I moan instinctively as his cock slides up against me. His cock comes inside me just like before. My pussy seems to swallow him up and he starts coming in at me hard and fast. The angle is different from before but it feels just as good, if not better. I’m more turned on now than I think I ever have been in my life. I can think of nothing but his strong arms, his strong and hard cock, and his hard body pressed against mine. I want to stay like this forever.

The warm feeling is building and building. It’s gathering intense momentum and I’m about to go over the edge.

Suddenly, I remember that John’s not wearing a condom. That is, unless he put it on when I didn’t notice.

But can I even stop or pause for a moment to question this? Should I? After all, maybe he put it on surreptitiously.

With my last effort, I try to be responsible, despite the intenseness of the sex. After all, his cock is pounding into me, filling me completely, and I’m sure that we’re both about to orgasm.

“Did you use a condom?” I manage to say. It takes all my effort.

I may be sleeping with my future boss, but at least I’m going to try to be safe.

“I thought you said you were on the pill,” says John.

My mind’s racing.

I can’t quit now. I just can’t. This is the best sex I’ve ever had. This might be the best I’ve ever felt.

Well, I think to myself. If I get pregnant, this one is going to be on me, not him.

“Yeah,” I say, nodding my head vaguely. “I am.”

Of course, I haven’t been on the pill for a year. It’s hard to justify taking a pill that costs money when you don’t have any money, especially when you’re not having any sex.

“Good,” says John. “I wouldn’t want to stop now. I’m about to come.”

“Me too,” I say. “Come inside me,” I add, not really sure why I do it. After all, the pull out method is, according to some, a method of contraception that can at times be effective. At least it gives you a window of opportunity, a margin of error, rather than what we’re about to do. But I just can’t help myself. John’s so incredibly sexy that I don’t want him to pull out at all. That’s on me, though, not him.

“OK,” grunts John, driving his cock into me again.

“I’m coming,” I say, crying out. I’m vaguely aware that I’m thrashing around underneath him. I’m moaning and John’s groaning as he slams into me over and over.

He doesn’t stop pumping his cock into me as I come.

Soon he’s grunting sexily as he comes too.

I can smell his muskiness all around me. I feel completely enveloped in it and never want to leave it.

I’ve forgotten where I am. I’ve forgotten I’m in a cozy barn at a party I don’t belong at.

For tonight, I’m Cinderella. I don’t want to think about what happens when the clock strikes midnight.

My vision is completely blurry. It feels like I’m in a dream world. There’s no way to describe it. It’s an incredible rush, and then it’s all over, with only the fading afterglow of the sex, which I have to say, though, is incredibly strong and potent.

We cuddle in the hay wordlessly, caressing each other softly.

“Wow,” says John, finally. “That was really something.”

“Yeah,” I say, softly, aware that all my fears and apprehensions are now flooding back. I just had condom-less sex with my future billionaire boss. Not only that, but I’m not who he thinks I am. I’m just a lowly cleaner. Hell, I’m lucky to have this cleaner job. But he doesn’t know any of that. He just saw me at this party in that dress and thinks that I belong here. What’s going to happen next? A brief worry of pregnancy flashes across my brain, the way a star shoots across the sky. But, no, there’s no way I could get pregnant from this, right? I mean, hell, some couples try for months and years to get pregnant and they can’t. So how could this one time encounter result in a pregnancy.

We cuddle for another hour, when John stirs a little and says, “Well, I hate for this to end. But maybe I should get you back to the party. You’re friend is bound to be worried about you.”

Oh yeah, that’s another thing I didn’t consider: Janet. She’s going to have a field day with this. If she finds out, that is.

“I guess so,” I say.

John kisses me tenderly on the lips, and then the forehead. It feels strange considering that he was just inside me powerfully thrusting into me without restraint—and now he’s being so gentle. But I like it. I like that dichotomy between intense passion and intense gentleness.