Jana was looking forward to work. You could tell. Had I only known she was more excited about her boss’s cock than the job itself, I might have felt rather differently about the whole thing. As it was, I wished her well. At the time I genuinely wanted her to be happy — wanted her to have a job she enjoyed. I’d even made my peace with the fact that her boss was a Roma man. She’d described him to me in some detail, and my first impression from her account was that while she found him physically repulsive, he seemed otherwise a normal enough fellow. So I relaxed, and on the first of the month, when Jana walked out the door to start her new job, I wished her luck and told her to enjoy her first day.
What Jana was actually looking forward to was her boss fucking her again. She’d been thinking about that big dark cock ever since the interview — the way it had stretched her so beautifully and then filled her completely. That’s why she’d dressed to impress, though carefully enough that I wouldn’t notice. Imagine her surprise, then, when he made no move whatsoever on that first day. Formal conversation, the occasional remark, professional and correct throughout. It startled her, but she adapted. The wanting never quite left her, but she learned to live around it. Time passed. She’d been there three months when the boss told her they were travelling abroad — five days in a German city for an important industry conference. It was in her job description, so of course she had to go. Somewhere in the back of her mind she allowed herself to hope that perhaps there, far from me and far from his wife, something might happen — but when she found out they had separate rooms, she stopped hoping.
The days at the conference followed the same pattern. Jana worked as his interpreter throughout, since her boss spoke only Czech and German while the conference ran in English. Each evening they said goodnight and retreated to their separate rooms. On the third evening, he invited her to dinner at the hotel restaurant. The food was good, and over a glass of wine they talked properly for the first time — not about work, but about things.
“Are you happy with us so far?” he asked, and she smiled at him.
“Very much so. Though compared to the job interview, it’s been somewhat different from what I expected.”
He looked at her with mild surprise, though something flickered briefly in his eyes.
“I owe you an apology for that. Honestly, I was afraid you’d report me.”
“Report you? Whatever for?” She genuinely didn’t understand.
“I took advantage of the situation and got carried away. You’re a genuinely exciting woman and I wanted to sleep with you. So I invented the conditions.” He leaned forward slightly over the table, lowering his voice. “That’s actually what I hire escorts for — entertaining business partners, that sort of thing. You surprised me considerably when you agreed.”
Jana stared at him.
“So — none of that was real? The business partners, any of it?” He shook his head.
“What a shame,” she said quietly. “I was rather looking forward to it. I enjoyed myself enormously.”
That stopped him. He swallowed.
“You’d genuinely sleep with me? And with business partners as well?” he asked, so quietly she almost missed it.
She nodded.
He straightened up, a slow smile spreading across his face.
“Do you see that man over there?” He nodded toward a table two places to their right. “Heavyset, bald, sitting alone.”
She looked. She recognised him from the conference — a German businessman who’d spoken to her in halting English and spent most of the time staring at her chest.
“He’d like to invest in our city, but another firm is courting him just as hard. He mentioned to me, quite helpfully, that I have a very attractive assistant.”
Jana looked back at her boss. He was watching her with interest.
“I think I can handle that,” she said, and stood up.
She felt rather strange walking toward the man’s table. She wasn’t entirely sure how to open the conversation. Her heart was beating with a mixture of nerves and arousal. When she reached him, he was just settling his bill with the waiter. She leaned down toward him, letting him look directly into her neckline.
“I hear you find me quite attractive,” she murmured in English.
He processed this for a moment. Then: “Oh. Yes. Yes indeed.” He smiled broadly and got to his feet, extending his hand. “Please — shall we?”
She took his hand. As she left the restaurant she glanced back at her boss. He smiled. She smiled back. Then she walked to the lift.
The moment the doors closed and the lift began to rise, she pressed herself against his soft belly and kissed him. He was startled at first, then kissed her back, his hands finding her backside and beginning to squeeze. She was surprised how easily it came to her — how quickly she felt herself growing wet.
When they reached his floor they moved quickly down the corridor to his room. The door had barely closed before they were kissing again. He grew bolder — lifted the back of her dress to her waist, took both hands to her behind. She moved her lips to his ear.
“I’m wet for you,” she breathed in English. “I want you to fuck me properly.”
She reached into his trousers and after a moment’s wrestling with his underwear freed his cock. It wasn’t especially long — perhaps fourteen centimetres — but it was thick.
“God, that’s a handful,” she breathed. He looked rather pleased with himself.
He pulled her toward the bedroom. Jana was faintly amused but very aroused. By the time they got there she was already pulling her dress over her head. The purple thong came next, followed by the lace bra, which she unclasped and dropped to the floor. The German sat down on the edge of the bed and stared. She smiled, hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong, stepped out of it, and walked slowly toward him.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his trousers and underwear around his ankles, staring silently at my wife.
“I have a business proposal,” she said pleasantly, and sat down in his lap. She felt his swollen cock pressing against her wet opening.
“Go on,” he managed.
“You invest with our firm.” She took hold of him and guided him to her entrance. “And in return—” She lowered herself onto him, smoothly, all the way. They both exhaled.
“—you can fuck me beautifully.”
“Ah yes. Gut. Deal,” he rasped, and took her breasts in both hands.
Jana began to move. She rode him slowly at first, then faster, feeling the thick shaft filling her completely with each downstroke, the head pressing against her walls. He wasn’t as long as her boss, but the girth was similar and the sensation was very much there. She could feel him getting close. The arousal of the situation — the hotel room, the stranger, the sheer audacity of it — was overwhelming, and when he finally came, pulsing and groaning, she felt a small orgasm wash through her at almost the same moment.
He lay on the bed for a few minutes afterward, recovering, then dressed.
“Good. Very good. I enjoyed that very much,” he said in his careful English.
“I hope you’ll remember it when you’re deciding on a business partner,” Jana said pleasantly, stepping back into her dress. She put her underwear and bra into her handbag and left.
She went straight to her boss’s floor. On the way she rang me.
“Hi darling, everything alright at home?”
I was glad to hear her voice.
“Yes, sweetheart. Missing you. Looking forward to having you home.”
She smiled — I heard it.
“Missing you too. It’s quite dull here, so I’m heading to bed. Love you.”
I managed to say I loved her too before she hung up.
She was standing outside her boss’s door.
She knocked. He opened it. She walked in.
“I think he’ll go with us,” she said. “Mind if I use the bathroom?”
When she came out she found him lying on the bed in just his underwear. Jana smiled. He smiled back and watched her undress. She shed her dress and moved across the bed toward him like a cat.
She drew his cock out through the leg of his underwear and took it into her mouth.
“Oh—” he groaned, sinking back. Jana worked on him carefully — tight lips, slow suction, tongue circling the head as she pulled back. He lasted longer than she expected, but eventually she found herself on her back with his weight settling between her legs.
She opened for him. The first push of that enormous cock into her — that familiar, extraordinary stretch — made her arch her back.
“Fuck me properly,” she breathed. “I’ve missed this.”
He didn’t need encouragement. He began to move — long, purposeful strokes, pulling nearly all the way out and driving back in, his dark hands gripping her hips. The room filled with the sound of them. Jana felt the pleasure building in waves, each thrust pushing her higher, and when the orgasm broke it was deep and whole-body, her thighs clenching around him, her voice entirely beyond her control.
He felt it — the tightening around him — and buried himself completely, waiting it out. Then he withdrew and looked at her.
“On your hands and knees,” he said quietly.
She obeyed. She felt his hands on her backside, the warmth of saliva, and understood immediately what he intended. When she felt the pressure begin she made herself breathe, made herself relax.
“Don’t push against it,” he murmured. “Let it open.”
The fingertip entered her. It was strange — a sense of pressure, of fullness in a new direction — but not unpleasant. He worked it slowly, then added a second. That stung, and she focused on staying loose until the discomfort eased.
“There. That’s right.” He withdrew.
More saliva. Then — pressure. The head of his cock, pushing against the tight ring of muscle. She felt herself begin to open. There was a moment of sharp resistance and then a sensation of something giving way, and he was inside her, moving slowly, filling her in a way she had never been filled.
The discomfort was still there, but the pleasure overtook it quickly. As the initial tightness gave way and he found his rhythm — unhurried, deep — it became something extraordinary. Different from everything she knew, but just as good. Better, perhaps.
“You like it,” he said, slightly breathless.
“Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop.”
He lasted longer here — she could feel him holding back, savouring the tightness. When he finally let go he pushed in as deep as he could go and she felt the warmth of him filling her completely.
They lay on their sides afterward, his cock still inside her, his soft belly warm against her back, his breath at her neck.
“That was extraordinary,” he said.
“Only because you have such an extraordinary cock,” she said, and was surprised by how sincerely she meant it.
She felt nothing for him beyond a certain physical revulsion — and yet he was able to satisfy her as no one had before. It was just sex, she told herself. No feelings. Just fucking this heavyset Roma man who happened to be built like that. Eventually they both showered and she went back to her room and slept soundly. For the remaining days of the conference they slept together every night, and Jana managed to persuade two more potential business partners to invest in her boss’s company. Both of them at once, as it happened.
When she came home to me, we had one of the most beautiful nights we’d ever spent together. And less than a week later she suggested we try anal sex. I had no idea, of course, that I wasn’t the first. Or even the second.
