The Contractor and the Chairman

He moved slowly, deliberately, as if he was afraid that the tip of the belt (just the tip) would whip out and accidentally slap her in the face and he wanted to avoid that.

The sound of the leather belt being removed through the loops sent chills down her spine. It was a sound she knew, an innocent sound that had no such innocent meaning in the right circumstances. She was responding to what was happening without actually understand what was happening.

She saw movement behind his fly. Curiosity struck her. She wanted to know. She wondered how many other women had found his authority intoxicating. He was so in control of everything he did, so comfortable. She felt like she could bask in that confidence, adopt some of it herself. All he had to do was tell her what to do, and she could absorb that power as well.

The button came undone. He wasn't hurrying, but she wished he would. There was no question what he was doing, no question about what he was going to expect her to do. He hadn't said anything about it, and she hadn't asked. This was a foregone conclusion, but when did that happen? He had just told her to get in the middle of the bed and she had done it. And now this?

His hands gripped the sides of the fly and exposed the zipper. With his right hand he gripped the zip and began to pull the slider down. She watched each tick of the teeth disappear into the clasp and then emerge separated. Involuntarily her pussy spasmed and she knew she'd be remembering this moment for the rest of her life. She'd never be able to hear the sound of a zipper the same way again.

The fly parted like the Red Sea. The hem of his shirt had bunched around the front over the course of the day, and looked like it wasn't all that comfortable. The shirt fabric got in the way of what Brie wanted to see, though, and she nearly lifted her hands off the bedspread to move it out of the way so that she could get a good look. She remembered just in time, and kept her hands where they were.

He pulled the shirt flaps open as if reading her mind. The bulge in his underwear looked as impatient as she was, but he wasn't in a hurry. He unbuttoned the lowest button to get them to separate more, and then hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs.

This was it. Brie felt a crazy shift in her perception of time. It felt like it was going too fast and too slow all at once. Then the briefs came down and Jerome's fat cock seemed to roll out into position in front of her.

He wasn't fully erect, but she could see that he wasn't too long. The shaft had girth more than length, but its most distinguished feature was the strong, wide head. She pondered how it was going to feel pushing past her lips, and she was already mentally adjusting her jaw so that she would avoid hitting her teeth.

Subconsciously she licked her lips again. That's going in my mouth, she thought. He hadn't said anything about it, and she hadn't asked. It was simply an understanding between them.

He lowered the briefs to about halfway down his thighs. He took the base of his shaft and angled his cock upwards towards Brie's face. She felt a hand on the back of her head pulling her forward, but she was already leaning towards it anyway. The head loomed closer until it disappeared from view under her nose. Instinctively, she opened her mouth.

The soft spongey head touched her lips, and her tongue immediately leapt out to greet it. It had the musky taste of a long work day. Brie didn't care. In fact, it thrilled her. It was new, and yet familiar. He pressed forward, or maybe she did. Either way, she found her mouth descending quickly until the head was firmly inside.

There was something thrilling about the feeling of a new, unexplored cock in her mouth. Every minuscule aspect was a huge discovery. The stretch of her lips, the way her tongue was pressed downward in ever-so-slightly different way than what she was used to. The texture - oh, the texture and the wonders of the uniqueness of the male anatomy. The couldn't help but moan, whether in anticipation or relief she wasn't sure.

It was too big to go too far, so she wrapped her lips just behind the flared helmet and bathed it with her tongue. His grunt of pleasure gave her the satisfaction of a job being performed correctly. She almost lifted her hand off the bedspread to grab his shaft and support him in the right angle, but she felt his hand slide into her hair and hold her in place.

Jerome wrapped her hair in his fingers and guided her downward gently but firmly. He felt the resistance of his dick in her mouth and didn't press any further. Her tongue was trying to fit around the little space left over, and it excited him. Her mouth stretched tight around it and he could feel the pressure on the sides more than anywhere else. It made him feel larger than he knew he was. He allowed himself to grow fully hard with just the head in her mouth.

With his free hand, he unbuttoned his shirt. He took his time so that she could get used to his girth in her mouth. She was good. Not the best he'd ever had, but at least this way her mouth was occupied and he could enjoy the moment without Brie's running commentary.

"That's it, Brie," he said quietly. "Nice and slow."

Brie responded to him by relaxing, which allowed him to feel her descend just a bit more. Her long brown hair cascaded in front of her face, obscuring his view but he didn't care.

She adjusted her position on the bed, and he thought she might try to touch him with her hands. "Keep your hands on the bed," he scolded. She stopped moving.

"Good girl," he said. It wasn't condescending at all. He meant it. She was good, and she was being good.

The view out the window was incredible. Moonlit mountains and a phenomenal backdrop of stars, but the glare from the lamp next to him was ruining the moment. He reached over and turned off the table lamp so that the only light in the room was now coming from the bathroom and the moon through the window.

That was better. This felt perfect. His cock was getting sucked and he was able to watch the peaceful stars twinkle back to him from outside. The pressure of the day was melting away rapidly and he could feel the stress dissipating. That fucking journalist and really pissed him off and only now, at this moment, was he finally starting to feel normal.

At the very least the stress was moving. It seemed to be draining through his body and pooling into his dick, making him harder. He imagined that she was sucking the stress out of his body. Brie was devouring him as far as she could go, which admittedly wasn't very far. He could feel a sense of frustration in her because she couldn't use her hands.

"You're very good at this," he said. She had no way of knowing that he wasn't looking at her, that he was staring out the window at the stars. All she knew was that he was keeping her at a steady pace with his fingers in her hair. At first she was afraid that he was going to gag her by pulling her head all the way to his body, but instead he prevented her from going too far. He kept pulling her away from him, which surprised her.

"I had a feeling you'd be great at giving head," he continued. She wasn't sure how to react to the compliment. "And I was right."

She moaned in appreciation. Everyone likes to know that their technique is good.

"Suck me harder, Brie," he said. His voice was calm and secure. She did. She felt him throb across her tongue. He shifted his grip in her hair.

He wasn't fucking her mouth as much as keeping her in a pulsing rhythm. She probably wasn't moving more than half an inch, maybe an inch at most.

"More," he said. She increased the suction. He sighed in contentment. His prick was pure iron now. The softness of the flesh was stretched thin around rock hard muscle.

"Soon," he said. His breathing was getting deeper, and his hips were flexing. He wanted to fuck, but he wasn't allowing himself to do that. His level of restraint was superhuman. He would have liked to taken his time under normal circumstances, but this was simply a matter of pushing his need out of the way.

The head flared even more, filling up the remaining room in her mouth. She had lubricated him enough that it could still move, but only barely.

"Suck harder," he insisted. "Now!"

She did, and he emitted a tiny grunt as the cock jumped in her mouth. She had her lips pursed around the shaft and felt the first shot a split second before it landed in her mouth. She flinched at the force, but couldn't move as his hand kept her head locked in place.

He was sensitive and his body shook. She tried opening her eyes, not knowing when she had shut them, but couldn't see much other than his pelvis. So, she closed them again and tried to focus on the sensations in her mouth.

Even after he had finished coming, he held her in place. His breathing was calming down. His view outside the hotel room was peaceful, and keeping the head of his cock in her mouth made for a wonderful denouement. He knew he couldn't keep her there forever, but he wanted to hold onto the moment for just a bit longer.

Eventually all things must come to an end and he reluctantly pulled her away from his dick. Surprisingly, she didn't seem to want to let go, which made his hypersensitivity reflex all the more acute.

He stood there in front of her, his shirt unbuttoned and his cock still semi-hard. She could see him clearly again, and saw that she had never gone farther than a third the way down his penis. The head and tip were soaked with her saliva, but the remainder was bone dry. She had been certain she had taken much more of him in her mouth. It certainly felt that way.

His fingers disentangled themselves from her hair, but he brushed it back and away from her face. He turned and stepped to the sink and turned on the water. Brie sat back on her haunches, and Jerome looked at her sharply. She froze.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She wasn't sure what he meant. "I, uh," she stammered.

"We're not finished yet," he said, calmly. He inclined his head, indicating that she should get back on all fours. She did.

He washed his hands, and then pulled down the rest of his pants. He was now completely naked from the waist down. His Oxford shirt and undershirt was the only thing left.

"Please," she said. "Keep that on." She indicated the shirt.

He looked down and then smiled back at her. "I intended to."

She licked her lips and tasted him there. "How did you know?" Brie asked after a moment. She was reeling from the experience. Without question, it was the most bizarre sex she'd ever had. How could he have known that she was just do that?

"I didn't, not at first," he said.

Returning to the bed, he sat down next to her. She felt awkward, not sure what he was going to do. He placed a hand on the small of her back, and she jumped in excitement.

His hand slowly traced down to her ass, and she quivered in anticipation. It followed the contours of her body over her rounded curves and down the back of her thighs. She squeezed her pussy in response. God, touch me!

"At first, I was trying to figure out what happened last night," he said. "I thought you were just drunk. Alcohol can make people act in funny ways."

So there was something about last night. She had screwed up. Her heart sank. His hands reached under her dress, though, and began to caress the back of her bare thigh.

"I like a little flirting as much as the next guy," Jerome continued. "But as Chair it's important to keep up a certain level of professionalism. And, well, I don't know you."

He lifted his hand, bringing the hem of her skirt with it. It was achingly slow, but soon the dress was bunched up around her waist. Her ass was hanging out, covered by her sheer panties. She gulped, realizing that she was probably so wet he could see her lips through the material.

As if to confirm those fears, his fingers gently caressed them with his fingertips.

"So I tried to piece it all together," he said. "The hot wax. The box comment. The description of your 'committed relationship' with your partner."

He gripped her panties and pulled them down. Her ass was completed exposed now, and the elastic prevented her from spreading her legs apart. She wanted to get them off so that he could have complete access.

"As I said, I thought you were just drunk and didn't really have a filter last night," he said. "But then I started thinking about it. I thought that it could be that you were trying to tell me something without coming right out and saying it."

What was he talking about? She remembered everything she said now, but there hadn't been any ulterior motive that she could recall. She had only wanted to explain that she wasn't really trying to do anything. Wasn't she?

"So today I came up with a theory, but I wasn't sure how close I was," he said. He slipped a finger inside.

She gasped. "A... a theory?"

He nodded, even though she couldn't see. She had turned her head to look at him, but closed her eyes when he penetrated her. "I guessed that your husband has been going through some personal changes recently, that he's been questioning a lot of things at a fundamental level. And that has put some things on hold."

He withdrew his finger, and then added a second. She groaned. "Yes," she said. It felt so good. She was so tight that only two fingers felt like they were filling her up.

"It seemed to make sense that if he felt like he was a woman trapped in a man's body and yet still was attracted to women, he would be struggling with how to work all that out," Jerome continued. "Lesbians don't really like to have anything to do with a penis, so maybe he probably tries to pretend that he doesn't have one. Or, at least, he doesn't want to use it."

It was true. Brie's husband had asked her to call him "partner" instead of "husband." He had all but disavowed his original sexual identity, even though he still had all of the equipment. It was such a waste. She'd begged for him to fuck her, but he would get angry and accuse her of not respecting what he was going through.

Jerome withdrew his hand again, and this time placed his index finger at the entrance to her ass and his third and fourth fingers at her pussy. She wasn't sure that she wanted him to penetrate her that way, but surprised herself when she backed herself onto his hand before he could move.

She moaned as his hand sank into her body. "Ohhh," she said.

"I began to think more about it, and I started feeling sorry for you," Jerome said. "He doesn't want you to touch his dick, does he?"

She shook her head. "When was the last time you had sex? Proper sex, I mean?" he asked.

"He licks me all the time," she confessed.

"I bet he does. You have a delicious-looking pussy."

It was said plainly, but it resonated with her. Most women would kill for a man as oral as her husband, er, partner. That's all he wanted to do. At first it was wonderful, but it wasn't enough. She liked being penetrated with the true warm, live flesh of a hard prick.

"Two years," she said. It was painful to admit.

"That's a long time," Jerome said. "You must be climbing the walls."

At the moment it was hard to think with Jerome's hand double-penetrating her. He was moving his hand back and forth in a steady rhythm, and Brie was feeling the rise and fall of her own arousal to match.

"I figured that you were telling me in your own way that you were looking for something, but you must have said that you were in a 'committed relationship' about three or four times. I realized today that it could mean that you wanted me to put something in your Pandora's box, but you weren't looking for anything more than that."

Her eyes opened wide and she looked at him in shock. No, that's not what she meant. Not at all. Was it? Could what he be saying actually be true? She looked at his cock which had grown hard again. She definitely wanted it inside of her. She wanted to feel that giant head push open her pussy lips and spread her open. Could he actually have read her so accurately that even she didn't know what she wanted?

"I wasn't sure, of course," Jerome said. "I guessed I was mostly likely just imagining things and reading too much into it. It's been a long day and quite stressful, so I thought my mind was playing games with me. After all, you're pretty hot and maybe I just wanted to fuck you after all."

Brie was flabbergasted. She couldn't believe what he was saying. He, the Chair of the organization, had noticed her? In "that" way?

"Tonight I was just tired and didn't want to be around people any more," Jerome said. "I just wanted some peace and quiet. See, you were right about me being an introvert. Sometimes it's just too much."

He was stroking himself now, making himself even harder. Brie watched, fascinated. It had been literal years since she had watched a man - any man - play with himself. Jerome was nonchalant about it, but to her it was as intoxicating as any alcohol she had consumed that week.

She could still feel the head in her mouth, the salty taste of his come on her tongue. Subconsciously she licked her lips, but she was still hanging on his every word. The man was intelligent - she had always known that. But his ability to gain insight into her most private life with only the briefest of clues was absolutely astounding.

"When I opened the door just now and saw you there, it all fell into place." Jerome withdrew from her body and shifted his position to move behind her. "Keep your hands on the bed. Just feel me."

It all suddenly made sense. Brie awoke with an epiphany of what was happening. All at once it all came together. He had placed himself in her mouth for him. He had needed to take the edge off and knew she was more than just a willing participant. She needed it too, but before he could give her what she wanted it was necessary for him to clear his mind.

Now the giant head of his cock pressed up against her pussy. She was sopping wet and he slipped inside easily. Her legs were still pulled together from the elastic of her panties, but she could easily cope with that tiny level of frustration.

He wasn't huge. He was average in length, but it had been so long she felt like she was bursting at the seams. His thighs eventually came into contact with hers, and she could feel his balls come to rest against her mons. It electrified her.

"Oh my god," she said aloud. At that point, nothing mattered. She didn't care about anything other than the fact that she was being filled up again. Finally. After ages of being the dutiful wife, and then the dutiful "partner."

Jerome didn't want anything else, either. He'd just told her that he'd understood her terms and accepted them. She hadn't even realized that she had offered, but now it was clear that this was precisely what she had wanted.

She no longer cared about her contract, about next year, about the event, about anything. All she cared about was that she was getting filled by something other than fingers and the occasional dildo. Jerome's cock felt alive in her body. The human penis was a sensation that was irreplaceable by any other means.

Her pussy was ready for it. She took him in and squeezed his cock as tightly as she could. The head felt like it was scraping her walls as he withdrew, and then spread her open when he pushed. Every nerve ending seemed hyper-focused on his penetration.

She couldn't help herself. Her legs naturally wanted to open. They began to spread of their own accord, trying to give him the access he needed and she wanted. The sound of the stretching elastic made a soundtrack to her lust. He reached down and yanked on them in a quick motion, causing them to break away completely. Ripping her panties off aroused her even more.