I work in a very spec****sed field in the antiques business. I joined my original boss direct from university and learned from scratch. After a few years I knew more than him about my spec****sm and became more widely known across the business. My boss exploited me for the last few years as I was doing high quality work for not much more than the minimum wage. I realised that the only way to break out was to go freelance.

Earlier, I met a man who was a big deal in the business, with an even bigger ego. Once, when I got caught alone with him, he cornered me and put his hand up my skirt. I clamped down on his hand with my thighs and tried to wriggle away, but the act made my thighs part and he got his hand up to my pussy and began to pull my panties aside. He got the tip of his finger right in to my pussy and I started to lose the desire to get away. He clamped his mouth on mine and forced his tongue in and this made me lose strength and immediately he had two fingers right up my pussy and started really pumping. I couldn't breathe until he let me and when he pulled his mouth away I gasped and moaned enough for us to be overheard and he reluctantly let me go.

After that I avoided him whenever I could. I was shocked at first but after a few weeks memories of what had happened began to intrude and I masturbated over them. I would do it morning and night going over the incident obsessively in my mind.

But when I decided to finally go freelance I thought of him again and how he could put a lot of work my way. I eventually decided to approach him. Once my mind was set on this I masturbated frantically at the prospect of being alone with him again. I promised myself that I would do whatever it took to make a success of my career.

I approached him and he invited me to dinner at a hotel. I knew that he would have booked a room ready. I was so nervous I thought that I would wet myself the moment I saw him but just about managed to keep it together. I set out my demands over dinner and we eventually agreed on an initial package of work. After we finished the main course he asked me a bit pointedly whether I wanted dessert. I declined and about 30 seconds later we were in his room.

He went straight back to where we left off - mouth clamped on mine, hand up my skirt. This time I relaxed and let him get a couple of fingers in my pussy without struggling. He pumped me and then pulled out pushed back in with one finger up my pussy and another slid straight up my bum. This was totally new to me but worked a treat as I came hard on his fingers and slid down out of his grasp. He pushed me on the the bed and stripped me completely, lying beside me as he did what he wanted to my mouth, boobs, pussy and anus. I came again and lost all strength to resist.

He got up and began to strip his clothes off. He was a grey haired man, mid fifties, with a neatly trimmed beard. He was about six feet high with a big chest and belly, not flabby but bulky and powerful. As he stripped I was anxious to see his cock and it turned out to be of average length but thick, with a bulbous head. He was almost fully erect and I couldn't help but reach out to cradle it in my hand. He crashed down onto the bed and turned towards me, but I got up on my elbows and he rolled onto his back. I now took the lead and kissed him, pushing my tongue in, while wanking his cock to hard erection. I went down on it and put the head in my mouth, sucking and wanking the shaft. He seemed to be nearing orgasm so I pulled away and straddled him, putting the head to my pussy and forcing it inside. I started to ride him and knew that he wasn't going to last long, so I fingered my clit to ensure I got my third orgasm. I think the sight of this pushed him over the edge and he shot inside me, and I finished myself off a few seconds later. I stayed on top of him for a few seconds as we were both dazed by what we had done.

He regained control before me and lifted me off his shrinking cock. His spunk and my juices dipped down onto his balls and arse and he told me roughly to clean him up. I went to get a towel but he stopped me, and told me that he meant with my mouth. I had never done this before and panicked a bit but was now under his control so it did it, lapping up our juices from his balls and buttocks and swallowing them.

He gave me the option of going home at this point but I had no way of doing so without a taxi ride I couldn't afford so he let me stay. He fucked me again, this time with me kneeling on the bed doggy style and him standing behind me. This time he lasted much longer and I came twice, losing all my strength and letting him hold me up as he pounded me until at last he shot inside me.

I then had a sleepless night jammed against him on the bed as he snored the hotel down. He woke early and began to make love to me as I was semi asleep. I just had to get used to being his property as he climbed on top and fucked me with very little foreplay, me cumming multiple times as he fucked me long and hard.

That was the start of our business relationship. The sex I have with him is far and away the best I have ever had and the fact that I am whoring myself to him is an added turn on. I only consent to be fucked when there is business advantage for me but luckily he is still keen enough to put worthwhile opportunities my way.

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by Anonymous on Mar 3, 2017 at 9:50 PM

A prostitute by any other name, is your game.

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by Anonymous on Mar 8, 2017 at 2:16 AM

Original poster here. Of course I am prostituting myself - I admit that above.

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by Anonymous on Mar 10, 2017 at 5:51 PM

Sounds like a good business woman and venture between 2 people that are happy with the arrangement. Fun is a great reward

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by Anonymous on Mar 24, 2017 at 10:09 AM

This story reads like fiction to me. No insult intended.

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