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 Author: Andi Arsam
Title: Power Women
Keywords: MF

   Power Women

   by Andi Arsam

   Copyright (C) 2011

   "Are you flirting with me?" the question was full of poison because she
was his boss.  Actually his boss's boss.  And Jack wanted to keep this job.

   Not that he was afraid of unemployment or loss of status or lack of
money.  He knew he was a good engineer and reasonable team leader and could
find something new any time.  But he had worked so hard to lead one of the
hottest software projects in the company, to be in charge of the specs and
to have the privilege to add key people to the group.  With the team just
about perfect and the project rolling along nicely, he just wasn't going to
risk it.  Not even for Sara.

   Unfortunately Jack was more of a slow thinker.  And around attractive
women probably rather a glacial thinker.  He could only think of brutal
honesty as a strategy, well aware that he was digging a hole for myself.

   "I think you are extremely attractive and you are a power woman.  And I
have this weakness for power women" he said (the hole getting deeper),
"that combination is almost irresistible.  But I love this job and
therefore no, I try hard not to flirt with you."

   Naïvely he expected a "...  then don't stare at me like that" to which I
could have said "Sorry about that, It won't happen again." He should have
known she would jump on the power woman.  "'Power women', what bullshit is
that?" Sara was known for being less than lady-like in her language on
occasion "...and what do you mean by having a weakness for them?"

   "I discovered their secret" he said but then stopped dead (the hole
becoming so deep it looked hard to climb out).  He needed some initiative
"...  actually, this is going too far Sara.  You cannot complain about
flirting and ask me questions like that!" Surprisingly, she backed down. 
"I guess you are right" was all she said.  But somehow they both knew this
would not be the end of it.

   "So what's the secret of power women?" became her standard tease when
the two of them were alone.  Jack completely ignored it for a long time. 
He virtually kept talking about something else as if the question had not
been asked.  She accepted that but she would not let off.  It was getting
bothersome.

   When it came up again in the annual performance one-on-one Jack simply
blew.  She had of course not hinted that answering the question would have
an influence on his performance evaluation (read salary and bonus), but the
threat was there and they were both aware of it.

   "The secret is the same as the secret of some - and I stress some -
power men.  They are so tired of dominating other people the whole day long
that they sneak of to domina whores to get dominated and humiliated.  My
limited experience is that power women are similar and like to be dominated
in the bedroom." Now that he had said it, there was no easy way out.  "Of
course I am not talking about you here" he added weakly.  But the damage
was done.

   But for the moment Jack had shut her off completely.  Now it was her
term to ignore his words completely and to continue with business at hand.
It became a rather short meeting.  The performance review turned out to be
favorable but jack still started to look for another project in the
company.

   But he did one more thing: the day after the meeting he watched her very
carefully.  And yes, judging from her eyes, she seemed to have had a rough
night.  He knew she had been married for many years, therefore the rough
night was hardly from her husband.  Or maybe he had given the guy a lucky
break?

   Jack left for a new project three month later.  He was not very happy,
but Sara was devastated.  "How can you do this to me" she said "the project
needs you." And then "Did I chase you away?" He stared her in the eyes
without answering for a long time.  There was something there, and he felt
superior to her for the first time ever.  "You mean my silly talk about
power women?" he asked in mock innocence.  "Yes, sorry about that.  That
made you leave?" she replied.

   He should have left it at that but instead he said "Did I open your eyes
for your own secret desires and now you are frustrated because you cannot
get them fulfilled?" That was mean, of course.  But because of her he had
lost one of the best jobs he had ever had and he was still extremely mad at
her.  For a split second she looked as if she would crumble, but then the
boss attitude took over and all she said "Get out of my office!"

   They hardly talked for a long time after that.  Jack's new team was in
another building and they hardly ran into each other.  Or maybe she avoided
him.  Jack did not avoid her himself and still considered her one of the
most attractive women in the company.  But he saw no reason to stalk her
(one has to be realistic).  He also had a girlfriend for a while and little
reason to long for Sara.  Even after his girlfriend moved on he had an
affair or two and little reason to be sexually starved.

   It all changed at the annual off-site meeting.  Motivational speeches,
the annual numbers with a more positive spin than they deserved, strategy
meeting by guys too far up to know what was going on in the trenches.  Jack
would have sneaked away but knew he could not.  He saw that Sara attended
but decided to keep his distance even though the sight of her trim figure
made his cock twitch.

   "Still mad at me?" came from behind in the walkway between restroom and
coffee break room.  It was her, of course, and she had changed.  No
superiority at all.  And that special eye contact again.  Nobody else was
around and without thinking he replied "And you are still looking for the
dominant man to fill your nights?" She almost jumped back and said "I don't
deserve this." She was right, of course.  His meanness had again gotten
hold of him.  But he could not stop and said without thinking "I can knock
on your door after everybody turns in, you can let me in or not, your
choice." It was meant to be a tease, but her hissed reply "Over my dead
body" did not come across as very convincing.  In this split second Jack
decided to knock on her door for real.  And she read it from his face.  And
he knew she read it.  And she knew that he knew.  They passed each other
without another word.

   It was not hard to get her room number, after all they were in the same
company and that made it hardly a secret.  The secretary who had been put
in charge of the event had a list and all Jack had to do was some smalltalk
and a quick look at the list while she was distracted.

   During dinner he Jack was seated three tables away from Sara and such
that her back was towards him him.  He kept staring at her but she
refrained from ever looking back as far as he could tell.  She was a
delightful sight, as always, with her medium length brown hair just
touching the top of her blouse.  From the back her grey business skirt
emphasized her small sexy ass and the black nylons and the medium height
heels were just barely visible under the table.  He was delighted when she
excused herself at the earliest possible opportunity and left for her room.
He gave her a ten minute head start.

   A polite knock did not open her door.  But banging it with his fist
worked.  "I won't let you in" was what she wanted to say but Jack simply
pushed past her into the room.  He turned and faced her while the door
closed by itself.  She was still wearing her business attire except that
she had shed her shoes.

   "Turn round and face the door!" This was the decisive moment.  Would she
do it?  Slowly and without a word she turned around.  "Push your body
against the door!" Again she complied slowly without a word.  Jack felt
like he had won a medal at the Olympics.  He knew he could do almost
anything with her now and even better: she knew too.

   "Put your hands up against the door beside your head!" Not that she was
spectacularly sexy pushing her body against the door in the semi-darkness
near the door of the dimly lit room.  But it was a matter of establishing
control.  He roughly straightened her hair and just barely touched her
throat.  But she shuddered involuntarily.  After that he just looked at her
for at least two minutes.  She was obviously uneasy and wanted to say
something but he shushed her.

   Then Jack placed a single finger on the left side of her face and slowly
traced the contour of her body.  First the face, then the shoulder, then
around her still raised arm and along her body.  The lack of light made him
feel more than see the goose pimples on her arm.  His finger followed along
the contour of her upper body far away from her tits which she obediently
still pushed against the door.  Then along her hips and and further to the
hem of her skirt.  He resisted any urge to explore under the skirt and
instead followed her pantyhose (or could it be stockings?) downward, still
with just his left index finger.

   Because she was not wearing shoes he could get down to her heel kneeling
behind her.  Her small ass was right in front of him and the temptation to
touch was hard to resist but instead he simply switched to the index finger
of his right hand and used it to follow her right leg up.  This time he
ventured a bit under her skirt (stockings indeed!) but then quickly
followed the contour of her body again tracing along her skirt and then her
blouse, her arm (more goose pimples) and finally up to her face and hair.

   They were both breathing faster by now and Jack's erection was painful.
He opened his belt at leisure and without any attempt to be quiet, dropped
his pants to the floor and stepped out.  He also took the four condoms out
of his pockets (always one in each pocket - just in case there is an
emergency).  He slowly unwrapped one and made sure that it was ready to
roll on.  Then he placed it on an unwrapped one on the nightstand.  He also
removed the daytime cover from the bed and pulled back the sheets.  Finally
his underwear and shirt joined the trousers on the floor and he stood naked
behind a fully clothed Sara.  She must have known what he was doing but
kept motionless and quiet.

   After that he just watched her squirm against the door without a word a
little longer.  Finally he walked across the room and picked up the white
hotel bathrobe laying on a chair.  He slowly removed the sash and stepped
closer to her.  She shuddered not knowing what would happen to her now.  He
pulled her head away from the door by her hair.  He did it slowly, almost
tenderly, but still getting the message to her that this would not be a
night of cuddly sex.  Then he wrapped the sash around her head twice as a
blindfold and carefully knotted it.

   She came close to saying something but held back.  "Turn around!" he
commanded and she complied.  "Your back against the door" again she obeyed
without hesitation.  She was clearly wearing a bra, but probably a very
thin one (could it be, that she had changed that while waiting for him?)
and the sight of her nipples stretching the two layers of cloths was sexy
beyond belief.

   "Lift your skirt - slowly!" Another decisive moment.  Would she continue
to obey?  Slowly her hands dropped to the hem of her skirt and started to
lift it.  "Slower!" The upper part of her stocking became visible (the self
supporting type without garter belt, she must have changed: no woman would
dare to wear these things through a day of meetings).  And then the
panties: tiny tasteful black silk or something like that.  And a small
bulge that promised trimmed pubic hair instead of the fashionable shave
which made a women look childish in Jack's eyes.  "OK, stop!" she waited
obediently both hands on the hem of the lifted skirt.

   Slowly he walked across the room and fetched a chair.  He placed it
before her, sat down and enjoyed the sight of her partially exposed body.
He still did not touch her.  Her breath came in ragged irregular bursts
(and so did Jack's) but she kept motionless.  Then without any warning he
yanked her panties all the way down.  She made in involuntary sound of
surprise but quickly held back again.  Dark brown, nearly black pussy hair,
nicely trimmed in a Hitler mustache.  The tiniest bit of the labia peeking
through.  Perfect.  An intensive pussy perfume filled the room and showed
how ready she was by now.  He knelt down again and lifted her feet out of
the panties one after the other and threw them into a corner.

   Then Jack sat back on the chair and slowly began to unbutton her blouse.
The bra which appeared bit by bit was thin indeed and her erect nipples now
impossible to overlook.  He was more and more convinced that she had also
changed her bra then disguised it by putting the clothes back on she had
worn all day.  Naughty girl, but you will get your "reward" in due course.
Her tits were small and a European woman would not have worn a bra at all,
but Jack was aware that bras were not optional in this place.  He yanked it
upward without opening it to reveal her tits.  Perfect B-sized cones with
small brown aureoles.  He placed a hand lightly on each and marveled at how
they filled each of his hands perfectly and how her hard nipples brushed
against the tender inside of his hands.  He strongly preferred that over
D-cup melons.  She inhaled sharply on that first intimate touch and he
quickly removed my hands.  All in due course.

   "OK, girl, let's make a few things clear" he said "normally I would tie
you up now, spank you until you beg for mercy and then fuck your brains
out." (that was a bit exaggerated, but he wanted to make a point).  "But
since this is our first time, let me ask you a few things.  First of all,
do you think a nice girl would take a guy she hardly knows to her room and
show him her tits and cunt like that?" She was quiet.  "Answer me!" he
shouted in fake anger.  "No..." she just said hesitatingly.  "So you admit
that you are a naughty girl" "Yes..." tentatively, very unlike the big boss
he had known so far.

   "And what do you think I should do with a naughty girl like you?" he
asked.  "Spank her...?" she replied.  "Glad we are in agreement" Jack said
"Normally you would get twenty medium hard on that sexy ass of yours with
your hands tied behind your back, but since it is the first time you get
ten medium hard and not tied up.  Do you have anything to say before I
start?" She shook her had making her makeshift blindfold move partially
away.  Jack ignored that, took her roughly by her right upper arm and
guided her to the bed.  "Climb on ...  kneel" he moved behind her and took
off the blouse.

   "Your head on the pillow ...  lift your skirt!" The skirt had dropped
down again but she quickly obeyed and exposed her sexy stockings and
perfect ass once more.  "Put your head all the down down ...  further ...
your legs more apart ...  go down more ..." She obeyed like a well-trained
dog by now.  For the first time Jack could see her pussy lips fully
exposed. They were big and swollen by her growing excitement.  And the
slightest hint of wetness showed at the lower end of her slit.

   "Two more things: at my discretion I might switch to spank fucking you.
If I do, you are expected to take my cock quietly and and without any
movement.  Under no circumstance are you allowed to come before the
punishment is over!  Got it?" The yes was hardly audible because her head
was buried in the pillow.  "And secondly how hard you will get fucked
afterwards depends on how wet your pussy is.  So you are advised to
restrain yourself or you might regret it." Of course that announcement did
not make her less wet.  On the contrary, the wet spot had clearly grown.

   Her useless bra still clung around your upper body.  Jack removed it and
adjusted the pillow a bit to make her tits hang free.  She was an
incredibly sexy sight by now.  He sat on the bed to her side at the perfect
angle to give her a solid spanking.  But instead of starting, he let her
simmer in anticipation for a long time.  He even moved a few times in a
jerky way to make her think he would start but did not.  Each time she
shuddered and the wet spot in her still closed slit was getting bigger and
glittered in the dim light.

   Then he slapped her hard on her left cheek with no advance warning.  The
slap was harder than medium but he felt this was needed to let her know
that the punishment would be real.  She shouted in surprise but quickly
suppressed the shout.  Still, a warning was in order "Quiet, or I add to
your punishment." Another long wait and then two in quick succession first
on her right cheek and then on her left.  The second one stung much more
because he hit her right on the pink spot from the first time that was
plainly visible by now.  She came close to yelping again but held back in
time.  More wetness around her opening.

   It was time to get a bit more out of the situation for him.  He
leisurely got off the bed, moved to the nightstand and rolled on the
condom. Needless to say, he had a very solid erection by then.  Then he
moved behind her.  She knew exactly what he had done and expected
penetration.  The slap on her right cheek took her by surprise and made her
shout, muffled by the pillow.  She said "Sorry" but he could not let it
pass.  "Your punishment increases to twelve" he said while slapping her
hard two times, one to emphasize "increase" on the right cheek and one to
emphasize "twelve" on the left.  Both her cheeks were a bit pink by now,
but the left still notably more than the right from the first hard
spanking.

   After enjoying the sight of her uneasy squirming for another minute or
two he put two fingers on the left and right of her cunt and tenderly
opened the slit just a little bit.  The unexpected touch almost made her
react more than the slaps she had received before.  After waiting some more
time Jack placed the tip of his cock just barely inside her labia.  She
moved backward to engulf him, probably instinctively.  He quickly moved
back and gave her another stern warning: "I told you: don't move!  Are you
trying to provoke me?" Her "No, please..." was almost a wine.

   He again placed his cock just barely between her pussy lips and again
gave her a hard slap instead of the expected penetration.  This time she
took it admirably and almost motionless.  By now her face was looking
sidewise, out of the pillow and towards the window because she was panting
for air.  Finally Jack's self control abandoned him and he penetrated her
fully in a single swift movement.  She exhaled in a wonderfully animalistic
way but otherwise obeyed and remained motionless.

   A hard slap on her right cheek made her cunt contract like in orgasm. 
Jack then let his right hand linger over her ass and she contracted several
times expecting him to hit.  She was getting close to coming and that was
not what he wanted.  Therefore he used all his willpower and slowly and
steadily withdrew.  This was too much for her.  "Please" she pleaded. 
"Please what?" he asked in an angry tone.  "Please put it back!"

   "Are you trying to give me orders?" "Please ...  no, but please ..." she
tapered off.  "I will teach you not to order me around" and he gave her the
first real hard slap.  Now her right cheek was more crimson than the left
and she would remember that moment for a day or so.  She cried out loud but
quickly quieted down.  "Three more and you can come any time you want" (in
reality he had lost count long ago but he urgently needed to fuck her). 
"Ten .. .  eleven .. .  twelve" he counted them aloud while slapping her in
quick succession.  She took them in style.  "Now you are allowed to come,
but if you want my cock you have to beg."

   "Please fuck me!" she said without hesitation.  "No good, girl, in the
very least it is 'please ram your hard cock into my filthy little cunt'!"
She said it without hesitation but a bit reluctantly and he made her repeat
twice.  Then he could not wait any longer himself and took her until his
balls touched her pinkish ass cheeks.  He then fucked her as hard and deep
as he could and at the same time squeezed her tits.  Only seconds later she
had a massive orgasm.  It took all the self control he could muster not to
come too, but it was an absolute necessity.  He had not planned in advance
what he would do to her, except for two things: that she needed to be
spanked and that he would finish her off in the macho missionary with his
BMI 25-and-a-bit placed fully on her tiny body and his hands on her ass
cheeks.  This had to be done because he was tired of being mad at her for
making him change jobs and he knew that the only safe way to lose all anger
against a woman was a spanking and doing her macho missionary.

   Therefore, before she was fully back from the moon Jack roughly turned
her on her back, ripped her legs apart and rammed his cock back into her.
At first he pinned down her hands and then he grabbed her tits.  But he was
too far gone for delays like that.  Instead he placed he placed both hands
on her ass and then fucked her mercilessly as fast and deep as he could. 
It was a anger fuck pure and simple and not meant to give her another
orgasm.  But miraculously she managed to start coming again and he could
feel her pussy contract on his cock.  No more restraint now and he exploded
deep inside her cunt.  Her intense contraction made him shoot again (a rare
event) and she cried out loud while she contracted several more times.

   It was tempting to stay and sleep beside her, but Jack kept his cool,
got dressed without a shower and simply said "Thanks, I hope you got what
you wanted!" and then added "I want a repeat in a week or two, I'll be in
touch." And then he left before she replied.

   Andi
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