Sinful Pleasures

Chapter One

Chapter One

The Proposal

“The job is yours if you want it. But you have to sleep with me first.”

“E—excuse me,” I stuttered, thinking that my ears were deceiving me. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me,” answered Arthur Graham, one of the richest men in the world.

I stood staring at him, transfixed and silenced by utter shock. My name is Scott White and I recently graduated from the University of South Africa with a degree in Human Resources. It has always been my dream to work as a training manager for a large corporation. Right after graduation, I applied for just such a position at one of the biggest companies in South Africa, Graham Enterprises. I was delighted when, a week ago, I was called in for an interview by the big magnate—the founder and owner of Graham Enterprises himself, Arthur Graham. When his secretary called later to inform me that I had gotten the job, I was so happy, I could’ve blown her a kiss over the phone!

I was told to come to the office to sign all the necessary paperwork! I was surprised when greeted by the Mr. Graham in the lobby. It’s common knowledge that he’s gay, but not once during the entire interview process did I ever think he was attracted to me.

“I—I’m sorry sir,” I stuttered, finally locating my voice. “I’m not gay.”

“Is that so?” he stared at me skeptically, raising his right brow. His eyes shifted from the top of my head to the tips of my toes and back up again. For some inexplicable reason, I found myself staring at the sizable bulge between his legs. He was dressed in a pair of skin-tight, brown corduroy pants and a white shirt.

“Are you wasting all of that on a woman?” he finally muttered, his eyes fixed between my legs.

“I—I don’t have a girlfriend, if that’s what you mean.” Why can’t I stop stuttering?

“Of course you don’t.” He came around his desk and walked toward the door. He opened it, stuck his head out and instructed his secretary, “Candice, please hold all my calls, until I inform you otherwise and cancel all my appointments. I don’t want to be disturbed for the rest of the afternoon.”

“Yes Mr. Graham,” was the immediate response from Candice.

I could only stare helplessly as he closed and locked the door behind him and then walked slowly toward me. “Have you ever had a girlfriend?” he murmured, lifting his hand to stroke my cheek.

“No,” I croaked, swallowing audibly.

“You know, I could tell you were a virgin the first time I laid eyes on you.”

My eyes widened when he began to unbutton his shirt.

“Take your clothes off Scott,” he instructed, smiling softly.

My mouth watered as I watched him undress. He truly was a fine specimen. He flung his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants.

My mouth dropped and my eyes popped when his c**k sprang free from his underpants. My God, I thought, is he a man or a horse? I couldn’t believe its size! I’m not a child; I’m twenty-one years old and even though I’ve never had s*x, I know all about it. I’ve watched animals doing the dirty, I’ve seen porn videos, but I have never seen a p***s as long or as thick as Mr. Graham’s. Its sheer girth and size were enough to send anyone running for the hills!

I tried to back away from him but came up hard against his desk. “Kneel,” he commanded, his fierce blue eyes burning into my glazed green ones. I obeyed without thinking and found myself face to face with his rigid member.

“Suck me.”

A sweet desire began pooling in the region of my lower abdomen at the thought of those darkly muttered words. I opened my mouth and swallowed as much of his c**k as I possibly could. Because he was so enormous, only half of him fit into my mouth.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered as he began to slowly thrust his hips back and forth. His taste and scent filled my mouth and nostrils. I took him in and out of my mouth, meeting him thrust for thrust. We both murmured in appreciation when I used my tongue to lick every inch of his c**k and balls. I soon felt myself getting hard. I continued to suck him for another twenty minutes before he instructed me to get up and take my clothes off.

I was beyond shocked now at my brazen behavior. I had always been confused about my sexuality, finding myself attracted to men at a young age. That’s why I was still a virgin, at least until today that is.

But I didn’t think or care about any of that now. All I cared about was f*****g this delicious piece of manhood who stood before me and losing myself in the dark pool of desire I’d been dragged into.

"Get onto your hands and knees and turn around with your ass in the air.”

I was only too eager to obey the urgently whispered instructions. I heard a faint popping sound and turned around in time to see him stick his finger into a small jar of Vaseline. I smiled as I felt him lubricate me. That smile soon turned into a scream though when he rammed into me. My eyes flew wide open as I felt him fill and stretch me.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered fervently. “Take it baby. Take all of it.”

He felt hard, strong and enormous inside of me. I moaned, as the pain turned into a delicious pleasure. Mr. Graham’s c**k wasn’t all the way inside me. I suspected it was too big to fit.

“You like that do you?” he asked, thrusting his hips. He gripped my hair and pulled my head back, holding me firmly in place as he rammed into me violently.

“Oh Lord,” I cried, feeling pleasure so intense, I wondered why I didn’t splinter into a million pieces. Oh Jesus, Mary and Joseph. Oh f**k!” I cried as Mr. Graham buried the entire length of his s*x into me. A sweet crescendo began to build inside of me, an intense pleasure-pain like I’d never felt before.”

“Aargh yes, f*****g take me you little w***e! Take all of me you cunt!” Mr.

Graham bent his head as he muttered filthy expletives in my ear, his flesh slapping against mine as he mercilessly shoved into me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. The acute pleasure was more than I could bare, but every time I felt like I was about to orgasm, Mr. Graham would pull my hair so painfully that tears would come to my eyes.

And then finally, after an eternity, he pulled out of me and came to stand in front of me. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out to catch the semen that came out of his c**k.

“Aargh,” he cried brokenly as rivers of semen poured out of his horse-like s*x. His eyes were closed and his face held an expression of intense ecstasy. He shook his c**k hard as semen continued to pour out of it.

I took him into my mouth and swallowed his scorching hot, still flowing semen. My own c**k jerked and spurted as I came. I almost choked on c*m as I opened my mouth wide to scream my release.

* * * * *

“Are you all right?” Mr. Graham asked as he finished buttoning up his shirt. I blushed scarlet and avoided his gaze as I mumbled my answer. “I’m fine.”

He burst into laughter. I looked up, surprised. “Are you seriously going to act shy with me now after what we just did?”

I blushed even harder. “I’m not acting,” I insisted, cursing my fair skin.

“I know. I’m just playing with you.”

He sat down at his desk and nodded at the chair on the opposite side, indicating I should sit as well. “I have a proposal for you,” he began once I was seated. “I’ve never enjoyed doing anyone as much as I enjoyed doing you just now. I want you to be my bitch.”

“Your bi…?” My ears were still on fire from the brazen, filthy things he’d whispered in them a short while ago, but I was still shocked by what he’d just said.

“Yes. I’ve already offered you the position of Training and Development manager in my corporation. The salary, benefits and incentives are very attractive, but in addition to those, I’ll buy you a brand new car, flat, designer clothing, and anything else your heart might desire. In exchange, you have to agree to become my b***h. Basically, that means that your time will belong to me. You’ll belong to me. Whenever I need you, you must be available. I can f**k you whenever, wherever and however I want to.”

The entire conversation seemed surreal. I almost pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “So, basically, I’d be your girlfriend.”

He smirked. “No, you wouldn’t be my girlfriend.” He enunciated each word carefully, as if he wanted to be certain that I didn’t misunderstand. “You’d be my bitch.”

I couldn’t help but feel hurt by his words, but I tried not to let it show. He must have seen or sensed my feelings though because he hastily added, “You’d be more like a well-kept mistress than a girlfriend.”

I knew that I was losing my mind because I seriously considered accepting his proposal. It greatly intrigued me. Suddenly, I was fascinated that this immensely successful and rich man, who purportedly came from an impoverished background and had risen from nothing, was propositioning me! He was very handsome, with fierce, blazing blue eyes, curly brown hair and thick, dark brows. His lips were full and surprisingly sensual. But even though he was hauntingly handsome, there was an austere, aloof quality about him. I still couldn’t believe that just a few minutes ago, he’d f****d me harder than a stallion f***s a mare though we barely knew each other.

And now this fascinating, almost-stranger was offering me the world (in a material sense anyway) in exchange for turning me into his personal s*x slave…or, as he’d put it, his well-kept mistress. I was not sure how I felt about either of those titles.

“What are you thinking?” He lifted his left brow in that fascinating way of his. I’ve always wondered about people who can do that…lift one eyebrow, I mean. I’ve been trying to do it my entire life. So far, I’ve failed dismally.

Anyway, back to the matter at hand…Mr. Graham’s question. What was I thinking?

Well, that this man is greatly disturbed and I couldn’t possibly accept his insanely ridiculous proposal. But I’m also thinking that never have I been offered such an indecent, sexy proposal. Now that I’ve had him and tasted his…shall we say…monumentally sexy, amorous desires, I’m not sure that I could go back to being the old, virgin me. He’s f****d me once and more than anything else in the world, I want him to do it again. And that, for me, is the clincher. I decided to accept his proposal.

Not wanting to seem too eager, I decide to ask him a few questions. “How long would this arrangement last?”

His response was immediate. “Until I get tired of you.”

My eyes popped open. For some reason, his answer distressed me.

“But you don’t have to worry about that happening anytime soon.”

“Really?” I injected just the right amount of sarcasm into my voice.

“Yes, really.” He leaned forward and gazed into my eyes earnestly. “Since the moment I first laid eyes on you, you’ve intrigued me. I don’t know what it is about you, but I want you more that I’ve ever wanted any other man.”

His answer surprised and pleased me a great deal, but I decided to hide my reaction. He lifted his hand and pointed at the spot where we’d had s*x a few minutes ago. “I don’t go around f*****g men I barely know, and I’ve never done it in my office, but I couldn’t resist you just now. You looked so prim and proper in your neatly pressed suit and knotted tie that I couldn’t resist screwing you. And now that I’ve had you, I want more and more. I’m sure you feel the same way.”

He steepled his hands beneath his chin and pursed his sexy lips at me. “So do we have a deal or would you like me to give you some time to think about it first?”

“No.” Unable to help myself, I shook my head emphatically. “I don’t have to think about it. My answer is yes.” A part of me was very afraid that if we didn’t shake on it right then and there, he would later change his mind. After all, he is only one of the wealthiest, most handsome men in the world, and I’m just a little plain old nobody, who up until an hour ago, had been a twenty-one-year-old virgin.

His shoulders slumped as he let out a relieved sigh and smiled at me. “Good.

Believe me, you won’t regret it. I’m going to show you the best time you’ve ever had…starting this weekend.”

“What!?”

He laughed at my astounded expression. “No, I don’t mean that we’ll have s*x this weekend; I mean we’ll get started on getting you a flat and everything else I promised.”

“Oh.” Now it was my turn to let out a relieved sigh. Although a small part of me was disappointed that we wouldn’t be having s*x again anytime soon.

Mr. Graham glanced at his wristwatch and got up from his desk. I did the same, wincing a little at the burning pain in my butt.

“Get yourself some baby cream and rub a little into your ass after soaking in a hot tub. It’ll do wonders for the pain.” He dispensed this advice while sauntering to his office door. He opened and held it slightly ajar as he smiled sympathetically at me. I walked to him, limping slightly.

“I’ll see you bright and early on Monday morning, ready to report for duty.”

“Yes sir,” I answered automatically.

I walked out of Mr. Graham’s office and noticed with relief that Candice had left. I was certain she must have heard, or at least suspected what we were up to in his office.

I was halfway toward the elevator when he stopped me. “Oh, and Scott?”

I turned back to look at him. “Yes?”

“Please stop addressing me as sir or Mr. Graham.” His eyes ran over my body as he murmured, “We’re deeply and intimately acquainted now, so you may as well address me by my first name.”

“Yes sir. I mean, yes Arthur.”

I could only blush and stare as he closed the office door on the sound of his amusement.

* * * * *

I took Arthur’s advice and popped into a chemist to purchase some baby cream on my way home. My little ‘87 model Mazda wheezed and whined in protest as I drove her home. I couldn’t help but get excited at the thought of getting a new car soon. I suppose I should feel just the tiniest bit ashamed, as if I’m a w***e or a harlot for accepting Arthur’s proposal, but to be perfectly honest with you, I didn’t feel the least bit ashamed or guilty. I’ve had it difficult my entire life and I am more than ready to grab any bit of happiness and prosperity that comes my way.