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  TAKEN BY MY

  HUSBAND'S BOSS

  Blackmail Corporate Cuckold #1

  by

  Adele Rush

  Chapter 1

  Julie clutched her phone in her hands, waiting until the right moment to hit "Send." She wanted to surprise Kevin at work, and arrive just in time to sweep him off his feet and take him to a nice lunch--and perhaps some afternoon delight to go with it. Julie didn't know if there was a door to his office or not, but she wore racy lingerie under her dress just in case. Chinese take-out for lunch, pussy for dessert? She laughed to herself, and the cab driver glanced back at her.

  For a fleeting moment Julie thought he might have guessed what was happening. But that was stupid; New York City cabbies saw all kinds of crazy things, and there was nothing strange about driving a young woman in a little black dress and pearls and shiny pumps to a Wall Street office building. There probably wasn't anything odd about women like her wearing exciting underwear either, not that he could tell.

  Julie hit "Send" as she saw Kevin's building come into view. The cabbie pulled up and Julie paid him, then checked her lipstick as she climbed out of the cab.

  As she strode up to the building, Julie smoothed her skirt down around her firm, high ass. She knew she looked fantastic in this dress; it was tight and hugged her in all the right places, plunged down enough to show off her cleavage but not so much it made her look like a whore. Julie felt so confident, so sexy and fierce as she entered the office building, checked in at the front desk, and rode the elevator to the top floor where Kevin's office was.

  Security was tight, and she needed to show ID before she could enter the office. Kevin had been an assistant to Mr. Vance for just over a month, and Julie had only recently been added to the list of "authorized visitors." She checked her figure out quickly as she stepped through the glass doors.

  Kevin strode up to her, and while Julie expected to be swept up in his arms, he instead took hold of her hands. "God, Julie, what're you doing here?" he asked in a hushed tone.

  He pulled Julie down a hallway as she explained, "Babe, I wanted to surprise you for lunch. I thought we could go get--"

  "Jules, this is not a good time," said Kevin. "Here--here's my office. Will you please just hang out for a few minutes? Keep your head down, and just... just don't let anyone see you in there, okay?"

  "Kevin, what's happening?" Julie sat in one of the guest chairs and set her purse on her lap.

  "Just... please, stay in here. You need to listen to me, Jules." Kevin was flushed and anxious, more than Julie had ever seen him be.

  "Okay, babe." Julie crossed her legs demurely and continued, "I'll be waiting here for you."

  Kevin forced a smile. "Love you, hon."

  "Love you too."

  »»««

  Julie scrolled through her e-mail, "Liked" a few things on Instagram, and looked for a good, salacious book to borrow on her phone. The minutes stretched on, and when Julie checked the time, it had been twenty minutes since Kevin had left.

  She heard shouting coming from the hallway. Curious, Julie stood up and just barely cracked the door open, trying to see what was happening. A tall man, one she felt she should recognize, spied Julie. She closed the door quickly and sat down again, and as she did so the man pushed his way into the room. "Who are you?" asked the man.

  Julie sniffed. "Julia Martin, Kevin's wife. And you are...?"

  "James Vance, Kevin's boss." Mr. Vance eyed Julie up and down, taking her in. The way his eyes lingered on her chest made her uncomfortable. She knew it was silly; she'd chosen that dress so men would want her, would envy Kevin for having such a hot wife. "Julia, come with me."

  "But Kevin asked me to--"

  "What Kevin wants is immaterial. If you don't want to be kicked out on the street without a penny to your name, you will fucking come with me. Now."

  Julie stood, primly tucked her cell phone into her purse, and followed Mr. Vance.

  He took her to another, interior glass-enclosed office. A receptionist buzzed them in, and glanced at Julie curiously but said nothing as Mr. Vance escorted her into a French-doored office.

  The entire facing wall was comprised of tall windows. On one side of the office sat an impressively-sized desk that didn't appear to get much actual use, or was overseen by someone so orderly as to be almost absurd. On the other side of the office were two chairs, a coffee table and a loveseat. Mr. Vance told Julie to sit over there, which she did.

  Vance went to a little bar near the chairs and poured two drinks. "Julia, do you know what your husband was doing at my company?"

  "He's one of your assistants, doing--"

  "I know what claims he made. Do you know what he was actually up to?"

  Julie paused. "I suppose I don't, no."

  Vance set one glass down in front of Julie and cradled the other in his hands. They were big, broad hands, attached to a man who was large of stature as well as build. He looked like the sort who played football in college and never gave up the fitness routine--stocky and powerfully built. He filled out his wildly expensive business suit well. "Your husband has been stealing corporate secrets from Vance Industries and selling them to our competitors."

  Julie took in a sharp breath. That was impossible. Kevin was an honest man; he would never resort to theft. Aside from those times in college... "I don't believe you."

  Vance gestured to the drink on the table. "You're going to want that soon, Mrs. Martin. You don't have to believe me, but it's true. Pretty soon our attorneys will be contacting the authorities and turning your husband in for the crook he is. That is, unless you convince me otherwise."

  Julie's mouth ran dry. The brown alcohol on the table seemed like a good idea all of a sudden, and Julie took a sip. She choked on it a little; Julie wasn't used to anything but fruity wines and the odd gin and tonic. "What do I need to do?"

  Vance smiled, reminding Julie distinctly of a shark. "I want to punish your husband, Julia. If he thinks he can fuck my company, I am going to fuck his wife."

  Julie shook her head. "Oh, god, I couldn't."

  Mr. Vance smirked knowingly. "It's your choice, Julia. If you don't agree to this, my lawyers will have him arrested. With the evidence we have against him, your husband will go to prison for a long time, and you will lose everything. If you allow me to humiliate your husband as I please, he will be let go without any prosecution." Vance leaned back, crossing one ankle across the opposite knee. He looked at her as a cat might look at the mouse it had cornered; he knew what was going to happen, he was in control. He waited for Julie to squeak.

  Julie spoke softly, trying to maintain her calm when every instinct she had told her to run. "And if I do this, you won't pursue charges against Kevin?"

  "Help me humiliate your husband and he is free to go, as are you."

  Oh Kevin, what have you gotten me into? She took another sip of the whiskey.

  "Tick-tock, Mrs. Martin. Once the call is made, it's out of my hands." Vance feigned helplessness, but they both knew he could stop this at any moment if he wished. He could also have called the attorneys already; Julie had no way of knowing. If she let him violate her, Kevin could still be imprisoned.

  "I need to know that Kevin is okay," she said. "Some proof he hasn't already been arrested."

  "Take out your phone and call him if it pleases you," said Vance. "But I'm a man of my word, unlike your husband."

  Kevin answered Julie's call quickly. "Are you okay, babe?" she asked him, her eyes fixed on the floor.

  "Yeah, uh, fine. Are you still in my office?" His voice shook.

  "Yeah," Julie lied.

  "Good. Listen hon, I don't think I'll get out of here anytime soon... how 'bout if you ju
st head home? I'm sorry, I know you wanted to make this a big, special thing, but I'm swamped here."

  Listening to Kevin as he tried to weasel out of his mess made Julie feel ill. This spineless coward was the man she'd married. She gave up her law career, followed him halfway across the continent to be his trophy wife, to host his work friends and be his arm candy. And what had he done? He threw it all away trying to be the corporate spy, the big man he always wanted people to think he was.

  Still, he was her husband, and she needed to protect him. She had to take Vance at his word. Julie took a breath and said, "All right."

  The rest of the whiskey burned it way down her throat as Vance stood. He clapped his hands together and walked to his desk, pressed the intercom and told his receptionist not to disturb him for the next hour.

  Julie felt the alcohol hit her system, or perhaps it was the sickness of realizing what she was about to do. What she was about to do to Kevin.

  But at the same time, if he had really been stealing company secrets, wasn't this all his fault in the first place? He was such an idiot sometimes. He was like a small dog yapping at the heels of bigger dogs, stealing their things. Now he'd taken too much, and an alpha was out to reclaim what was his.

  "Take off your dress and get on your knees."

  Chapter 2

  Mr. Vance was leaning against his desk, pulling his penis out of his unzipped trousers. Julie stood and, biting her lip, she slowly unzipped the dress' side. It slipped from her shoulders easily, fell around her hips. A couple of tugs later the black dress hit the floor and she stepped out of it.

  Julie knew she looked fantastic in her black lingerie. Her breasts weren't huge, but they were big enough to more than fill a man's hands, and her ass was high and round and firm. She was fastidious about waxing, and her smooth skin fairly glowed in the natural light from the massive windows. The strand of pearls lay across her nude breastbone and accented her clavicles. Julie mused that it was possible someone out there would catch a glimpse of her through those windows, and the thought excited her more than she liked.

  She started to step out of her platform pumps, but Vance said, "No, keep the shoes." Julie stepped toward Vance, her stomach reeling with fright. Vance had seemed imposing enough before, but now that Julie was almost naked she felt incredibly vulnerable to this man's demands.

  She knelt on the floor in front of Vance, trying hard to look anywhere but at him. The thought of those bright eyes burning into hers made her squirm.

  Vance took his cell phone off the desk and took a photo. "For posterity," he explained. "I want Kevin to see every detail. But if he were here in person he'd probably make trouble, so sending him photos will have to do." He took his shaft, proportionately large, easily twice the size of Kevin's, into his hand. He stroked it, helped it come to life and stand up, then said, "Time to open up, Julia."

  Julie licked her lips, looking at the large cock. It had been a long, long time since Julie had taken on such a big member--since college, and the pregnancy scare, and marrying Kevin. She knew she shouldn't want this, but her mouth salivated thinking about being taken by man with a real cock. Julia opened her wet mouth compliantly, covered her teeth with her lips, and accepted the tip of Vance's cock into her mouth.

  It was hard and salty, with just a dab of precum. He wasn't gentle as he slid his cock into Julie's mouth. "Take it all," he said as he snapped another picture. "Suck it down."

  Vance took hold of Julie's hair in one big knot at the back of her head. Holding her head in place, he began to thrust his hips back and forth, forcing his cock into Julie's throat and back out again. She spluttered and gasped and he pulled out just long enough for her to catch her breath, then said "Open wider, suck it." Again he shoved his massive cock into her mouth, pushed it down her throat, jammed it as far into Julie's mouth as he could.

  He fucked her face as deeply as he could, but Julie was out of practice. Her throat couldn't take big dicks anymore, and she gagged and coughed every time Vance pushed himself into her more than halfway. Her mouth filled with his firm, pulsing shaft. She closed her eyes. A shiver ran through her body as she imagined herself bent over that big desk, being ridden by this powerful man.

  Julie heard the tell-tale snap of a cellphone taking a picture. She looked up to see Vance smiling down at his phone. "That's it," he said, "make it look good for Kevin."

  He loosened his grip on Julie's hair and she began to bob her head back and forth, trying to force his massive cock as deeply into her throat as she could stand. He grunted then withdrew, and Julie tried to follow him, lapping at the tip of his cock with her tongue.

  Vance laughed and pulled her away. "You're eager, I like that," he said.

  He tugged her by the hair, not so roughly that it hurt, but enough that it was clear he was in command of her body. Julie stood, following his strong hand as it guided her upward. She didn't know what to say or do except for following Vance's guidance. She focused on Vance, his powerful body and commanding personality, and tried not to imagine the look on Kevin's face when he received those pictures.

  As he unbuttoned his shirt, Vance instructed her to sit on the edge of the desk. Julie already felt a little wet in her pussy, but as Vance tugged her thong off her body she felt heat rise between her legs like it hadn't in years. God, I've been so starved for this, she thought.

  She leaned back, her hands pressed against the surface of the desk and sighed as she felt one of Vance's big, strong fingers play at her snatch. Two fingers slid inside her and probed, as his other hand groped at her breast through her bra.

  His fingertips left her pussy, and she sighed. He reached around her, his strong arms encircling her body, to unclasp her bra and let her breasts hang free.

  He returned to stroking her pussy gently with one hand, as the other hand poked and pinched her nipples. When his fingertips reached her sensitive little clit, a shock of pleasure raced through Julie's body. Her body shook with the force of it and she gasped sharply, then bit her lip and looked down to watch Vance as he worked his magic on her body.

  He continued stroking her clit, took it between two fingers and gently grasped it. The sensation was too strong for Julie's body and she involuntarily jerked away, then settled back to let him continue to stroke her with his strong fingers.

  She closed her eyes and sighed as Vance lowered his hot mouth onto her breast. He nibbled at it, licked her hard nipple and gently sucked. His other hand still grasped at her breast, massaging it and swirling his thumb around the nipple. He licked his thumb, then continued his attentions on her breasts. Her body coursed with excitement as he synchronized the stroking of her clit with that of her nipple.

  Soon he moved his mouth to her other breast and took his hand away from her hot, sopping pussy. He continued to massage her wet breast, handling her with more experience and dominance than Kevin could ever have handled her. Julie's arms began to buckle under her weight when she felt Vance wrap an arm around her to hold her up.

  Vance's cock lay against her pussy now, and she wanted him to ram that cock into her pussy hard. But Vance was in charge here; he would decide when to fuck her, and where. For now Julie accepted his caresses, the kisses he planted on her neck and chest and breasts. Her heart beat fast in her chest, pulsing blood through her veins in anticipation of being taken.

  He pulled back a bit, stood upright. Julie lay back on the desk, feeling her sex juices dribble down her ass to pool on the desk. Perhaps trysts like this were why the desk looked to clean. "I think it's about time to let your husband know what we're up to," said Vance.

  Chapter 3

  His hands slid down Julie's body, then took hold of her legs and hoisted them over his shoulders. His shirt was unbuttoned but still hanging from his shoulders, and from this view Julie could admire his well-muscled body, relatively free of hair save for his chest. He was tan in a natural way, like one who jogged outside shirtless. Her feet, still wearing her shiny black pumps, stuck out over his shoulders, and t
he strand of pearls was hanging awkwardly off to one side of her neck.

  Julie grabbed her breasts herself and cupped them in her hands gently, thumbing her own nipples. She didn't want to lose this feeling, being dominated and pleasured by such a powerful man as Mr. Vance.

  With his cell, Vance called Kevin up in a video chat. At first he had the screen pointed toward himself. He listened with a cocky smile on his face as Kevin tried a half-assed explanation as to why he had corporate files on his phone. "It's okay Kevin," said Vance finally. "Julia and I have been discussing things, and I've decided not to press charges."

  Kevin's tone turned to one of relief. "Oh thank you, Mr. Vance, than you so much."

  "Oh, don't thank me, Kevin. Thank Julia." Vance turned the phone around, and Julie knew she was now in full view of her husband, nude, sopping, and pleasured on his boss' desk. "Now I'm going to do to Julia what you tried to do to my company," said Vance.

  "Jules! God, I'm so sor--"

  Vance muted Kevin, but set the camera against a book on the desk so that it could capture Julie's image. The look on Kevin's face spoke of defeat, and Julie did not think she could care right at that moment.

  Vance probed the entrance to Julie's pussy carefully with the top of his cock. Slowly he began to enter her, and she arched her back so that the length of his shaft could slide along her clit more closely.

  "Your wife is loving this, Kevin," said Vance. "Tell Kevin how much you want me."

  "Oh, please. I want your cock," said Julie, sounding a little more breathless and desperate than she'd expected. "Pound my pussy."

  "If you insist," said Vance. With a forceful grunt, he thrust himself deeply into Julie's snatch, going just shy of balls-deep in a single stroke. She cried out in surprise and pleasure; never had her pussy felt so full before. It had been years since Julie had felt so close to orgasm without using a toy.

  He pounded his dick into her, and in two more strokes his balls were bouncing wetly off Julie's ass, dripping with her sex juices. Julie cried out again and reached her arms for something to grab hold of, something to help anchor her to the desk, but she found nothing.