The Proposition Pt 5

I have been Mr. Alexander's personal sex toy for the better part of a month. After the first two weeks, I had given up going home at all. There was no point, I was on call for whenever he wanted me and the man had a healthy appetite. For the last few days, he had been coming home for his lunch hour for quickies in the laundry room, or the bed, or the kitchen counter, and one time in the car when he was in a particular hurry and called me down to meet him in the garage for a back seat romp. After making him wait a week to enter me, he was sure to make up for lost time. This morning before he left for work he informed me that he was going to be in meetings all day and wouldn't be coming home but I should stay available just in case. I really had nothing to do, my rent was paid months in advance and all my bills had been paid up. Plus, at the demand of my employer, now that I had a bank account set up there was no need to leave, I could do all of my shopping and pay all of my utilities online. I had made myself completely available. I sit in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal, casually skimming through the pages of the abandoned newspaper, when my phone rings. It's a number I don't recognize but I answer it anyway. "Hello?" I am met with the familiar voice of Mr. Alexander's assistant Kayleigh. "Hello, Elizabeth? I'm calling to inform you that Mr. Alexander has requested that you join him for lunch today in at his office." I'm at a loss for words. Do people know what we do? How do I introduce myself? Am I his escort... his whore...his girlfriend? "Like where he works?" She doesn't hide her laughter. "Yes, here... where he works. He wants you to be here at 2 o'clock, please don't be late." I agree and she cheerfully ends the call, "Okay, I will put you on the schedule and see you at 2." I check my phone, it's only noon so I have time to get take a shower and get ready. I'm suddenly not hungry anymore so I dump the remaining bowl of cereal down the drain and head to my room to get ready. I rummage through my closet and pull out a little black dress with a zipper down the back and a pair of black heels to match. After pairing my jewelry, I walk over to the drawers containing my panties and lingerie. Keeping with the business theme, I pull out a pair of black stockings and the garter and bra and panties that go with them. Mr. Alexander had chosen the ensemble the night I was cleared for intercourse. He had me crawl around in it before fucking my brains out; I hoped for the same results today. I take a quick shower and fix my hair, apply my makeup and hop into my outfit when right on queue, Cornelius knocks on my door. "Miss, we must go now or you'll be late," I shout my acknowledgment as I give myself one more go over in the mirror, a few moments later we are in the car and pulling into traffic. My stomach is in knots the way it was when I was first brought to his apartment, I am part nervous part ready to cum. In the three years of being a prostitute, I had never come. Most likely because I never enjoyed it. It was just a job, a way to survive, never anything pleasurable or desired. I wanted him, I needed him to an extent. Beyond the money and the upgrade on life, my body ached for him. Smelling his cologne when he left for work in the morning made my pussy wet and come 6 o'clock, I would sit like a trained dog and wait eagerly for him to come home. I wouldn't say I was necessarily in love with him, I was in love with the way I would feel after one of our hour-long fuck sessions. My body felt like there was electricity coursing through my veins. I felt as if I could conquer the world, I felt confident and sexy and valuable, and everything I didn't feel whoring around for next to nothing.

We arrive at a large building. Rows of mirrored glass and steel climb at least ten stories high. Cornelius pulls to the front and hops out to open my door. "I'll be here when you are ready," he says and walks back to the driver's seat. I make for the front door and after a few awkward moments of dodging people, I am in the lobby. As intimidating as the building looks on the outside, the inside is full of friendly people more than willing to help. I ask a young blonde receptionist what floor Mr. Alexander's office was on and she all but takes me her self. She leads me to an elevator and pushes the floor number for me, as the doors close she waves and turns around, back to her desk. When the elevator doors open the scene is a complete contrast of the madhouse going on downstairs. The floor is lined with offices, each of them has an assistance desk directly outside the door. A woman dressed in a red cardigan and black pencil skirt must see my confusion and walks over to me. "Hello, I'm Kayleigh, you must be Elizabeth," she greets me. "Yes, hello. I'm here for lunch with Mr. Alexander." She laughs at me again for the second time today. "Yes I know, I scheduled the appointment. Follow me his office is right this way." She turns and heads past a row of desks her dark curls bounce with every step. She smells amazing, I must remember to ask what she is wearing on the way out. We reach a door and she knocks a few times before opening. The air from his office hits me first and I all but melt. HIs scent consumes me and paralyzes me. I stand at the entrance of the doorway in a daze like a deer in headlight before Kayleigh comes back and ushers me inside. Mr. Alexander sits behind the desk. He is on the phone reading off figures from a sheet of papers in his hand. He is more relaxed then I have ever seen him, smiling and laughing at the person on the other end of the phone. He looks up, briefly changing his expressions, and points a finger in the air to signify us to wait. Kayleigh nods and motions for me to sit down before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind her. I sit legs crossed, exposing a peek of the stockings and garter, in a dark brown club chair waiting for him to finish. He glances over at me but makes no indication that he is interested, maybe this is just a lunch visit. I feel foolish now, so I readjust in the chair to cover myself. After a few moments, he says his goodbyes and hangs up the phone. He rearranges some papers and other desk items before looking up at me. "I was enjoying the view, what's with the modesty?" He smirks as he says this, the closest thing I have ever gotten to a smile from him, my heart instantly begins to race. I do not answer with words rather, open my legs and slide to the end of the chair before crossing them again exposing my secret. "Is that better daddy"? Excitement flashes across his face but he doesn't make a move. Come on fuck me already, why won't you fuck me? My thoughts are interrupted by a soft knock on the door followed by Kayleigh's contagious smile. "Sorry to interrupt. I'm back with your lunch Mr. Alexander." She makes her way across the office and puts the bags of takeout on a table positioned against the window. "Kayleigh, have you decided to join us for lunch?" So this is just lunch. A pang of disappointment sets in. I look over at Kayleigh willing her to say no, but instead, she shakes her head in agreement. "Yes sir, I have decided to stay. I have set the phone to voicemail so I won't miss anything." He nods, " Good, do you mind locking the door so we won't be disturbed please?" She does as shes told without saying a word. Once she is done she walks over and sits in the chair next to me. She is obviously nervous but why? Surely she has eaten lunch with her boss before. I look over at Mr. Alexander who leans back in his chair, his eyes on Kayleigh. "Kiss her." I don't quite comprehend until he repeats himself. "Kayleigh, I want you to kiss Elizabeth, we don't have much time before we have to get back to work." I whip my head in her direction. She is clearly rethinking her decision but after a few moments of deliberation, she leans in, grabbing my face and kissing me. I pull back, I've never kissed another woman before, but she pulls me back forcing her tongue into my mouth. "Keep going, be natural, see where it goes," Mr. Alexander demands from the other side of the desk, his voice is soft and husky. The way it gets when he is aroused. My brain is swimming and I'm sure hers is too but we both decided against arguing with the man that writes our checks and drop our guard. I run my hand through her hair grabbing a handful of her curls. She breathes in hard but we keep kissing. I up the ante by standing, guiding her up as I do. In a quick motion, I push her onto the desk and climb on top of her, making direct contact with Mr. Alexander and licking my lips as I do. If its a show he wants then lights, camera, action. I come back to Kayleigh, kissing her neck and down her chest, unbuttoning her cardigan the further I go. She smells amazing! Soon enough she lay shirtless on the desk, her chest rising and falling rapidly, nude push up bra exposed. I hop off of her and turn around. She jumps into action, unzipping my dress. I step out, exposing my carefully chosen lingerie, never taking my eyes off of Daddy. I decide to keep my heels on for dramatic effect. Kayleigh is still laying on the desk allowing me to take the lead and I accept the challenge. I rub my hand up her leg and under her skirt, pushing it up as I go until her panties are visible. Her breath hitches, she knows what's going to happen next. Without thinking I pull her panties off, her shaved pussy beams up at me. I pull the club chair closer to the desk and sit so I am at eye level with her protruding clit. Her legs are spread open and I grab them on either side pulling her closer to me. On the other side of the desk, Daddy has removed his pants and is beginning to pet his dick. With each stroke, it gets harder and harder until thick veins bulge from it. Kayleigh looks down at me, her expression is a mix of scared and turned on, I go to town when she bites her lip. I smash my face into her pussy, licking and sucking her clit. Her back arches and she lets out a tiny moan, careful not to be too loud. I keep licking and sucking her clit and when it is at the perfect wetness I insert my forefinger and middle finger, the way Daddy did that night in the bathtub. To my surprise, I am no longer confused or nervous. The inside of her pussy feels just like mine when I play with myself, wet and warm; being with her is becoming easier by the second. I look up at Daddy giving Kayleigh's clit a break but still finger fucking her tight hole. "Is this what you want Daddy? Do you like this", I ask, my lips glistening with spit and cum. He jacking off a little faster now, concentrating. At that moment Kayleigh sits up and slides off of the desk. She then helps me up and we trade positions. She removes my panties and starts slowly rubbing her open hand across my pussy. It doesn't take long before I am soaked and ready to go. She sits in the chair and buries her face in my pussy. Her tongue is so soft and precise. She knows exactly where to place it with the exact amount of pressure. I too arch my back in ecstasy. She remains between my legs for another 5 mins or so before coming up for air. "Come on ladies, we are running out of time." Precum is falling slowly from the tip of his engorged head, he's almost ready. Kayleigh takes his direction and begins to climb on top of me. I scoot back across the desk so that my head is on Daddy's lap. She spreads my legs and straddles me so that we are clit to clit. It feels amazing, she is really wet and as she grinds her pussy against mine I can feel her cum slide across my clit. She's holding onto my leg for support and begins to grind faster. I feel myself about to cum, loudly, and I know I need to put something in my mouth or I will surely blow our cover. I tilt my head back and take Daddy's erect cock out of his hands and shove it in my mouth. He grabs the arms of his chair as his body tense and I lose it. I begin to come hard. Kayleigh never stops, she can undoubtedly feel my body shaking underneath her but she keeps riding, I like this girl. Before long she too begins to cum. She slaps both hands over her mouth and sprays a thick liquid all over me, she's a squirter. I am soaked, she has sprayed cum inside my pussy and up onto my tummy. At that moment, Mr. Alexander stands up and crosses to the front of the desk. Kayleigh climbs off of me and I slide off the desk onto my knees on the floor. Kaylee follows suit as I grab Daddy's hard cock and shove it back into my mouth, sucking and gagging and spitting wildly. Kayleigh grabs it from me and places it in her own mouth and begins to suck. We go back and forth, taking turns tasting each other's spit and his pre-cum before finally, he pulls his dick from our mouths. He leans over both of us stroking his dick willing himself to cum. I look up at him with baby girl eyes and open my mouth, hanging my tongue out as I do, Kayleigh does the same. In that instant, he loses it. He comes hard spraying us both with a huge hot load. It covers our faces, shoots into our hair and in our mouths. I go in for the win and lick the cum off of Kayleigh's face before swallowing it. She does the same but instead of swallowing, she kisses me. We swap spit and cum for a few moments before finally untangling ourselves from one another.

We clean ourselves up and dress quickly, every so often exchanging awkward glances at each other. Mr. Alexander tucks in his shirt, belts up his pants, and returns to his desk. "Can one of you bring me one of the sandwiches in there and something to drink, I'm starving." We both reach for the bag but Kayleigh lets me win. If she is like me, she is trying to internalize what just happen and why she enjoyed it so much. I hand him his food and he looks up at me and whispers, " Did you enjoy yourself baby girl?" I hadn't realized we were still in character but I switch back immediately, "yes, daddy. Thank you for the gift." I smile at him sweetly. He nods, "good, we will talk compensation over dinner when I get home tonight, okay?" I know it was more of a demand than a question so I say a quiet, yes sir, and prepare to leave. Kayleigh has gotten back to her perfectly put together self and heads for the door. "I will walk you to the elevator Elizabeth", she says as she opens the door. Once the door opens she returns to her normal tone, "Thank you for lunch, Mr. Alexander, is there anything you need before I get back to work?" There is a pause and over my shoulder, I hear him yell back, "Yes when you're done escorting Elizabeth I need you to come back and sign those paper we discussed this morning." She doesn't say anything just nods and shuts the door.

The elevator opens up to the ground floor and I walk across the lobby. When I get outside Cornelius is right where I left him. I don't give him time to get out and open my door. I just climb in and shutting the door behind me I direct him home. "Daddy wants me ready for dinner in a few hours, I don't want to disappoint."