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Barbara, A Corporate Whore Chapter One: The Test
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Barbara's heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she strode into the opulent office, her husband Dean trailing behind her. The room smelled of expensive cigars and leather, a testament to the power that occupied this space. Her soon to be boss, Mr. Khan, sat behind an enormous mahogany desk, his sharp eyes scanning them both with a predatory glint.
"Ah, Barbara..." he said, his deep voice resonating through the room. "….I see you’ve decided to join us." He leaned back in his chair, folding his hands over his broad chest. His tailored suit accentuated his imposing physique, a stark contrast to Dean's more modest attire.
Barbara straightened her spine, her designer dress clinging to her curves in a way that made it clear she was no ordinary employee. "Yes...." her voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach. "Dean explained your offer. It’s… intriguing."
Mr. Khan’s lips curled into a smirk. "Intriguing, huh? I prefer to call it an opportunity. One that very few women get."
He stood, towering over them as he rounded the desk. "You’re beautiful, Intelligent too. But let’s be honest— your beauty is what makes you invaluable to me."
Dean shifted uncomfortably beside her, but Barbara didn’t flinch. She could feel his arousal, his struggle to maintain composure. This was their chance, though— their place in the upper echelons of the company. All they had to do was play by Mr. Khan’s rules.
"I understand..." she replied, meeting his gaze without blinking. "….And I’m willing to do whatever it takes to prove myself."
Mr. Khan’s smirk deepened, and he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "You’ll make an excellent Executive Assistant. And trust me, your duties will go far beyond answering emails and organizing schedules."
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. Her skin tingled under his touch. She could sense Dean's arousal beside her.
"Now....." Mr. Khan said, turning to Dean. "You’re aware of the arrangement, right? Barbara’s role isn’t just professional. She’ll be entertaining clients, attending events, ensuring we keep our valuable partnerships intact."
He nodded slowly, his jaw clenched. "I understand."
"Do you?" Mr. Khan pressed, his tone sharp. "Because if you truly understood, you wouldn’t look so damn tense." He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that somehow managed to be both intimidating and charming. "Relax, Dean....this is how things work here. You want the promotion, don’t you?"
Of course he wants the promotion, Barbara thought, her pussy slightly tingling at the sight of her husband’s arousal. But this was their path forward—their only path. She couldn’t afford to feel guilty.
"Yes...." Dean said finally, his voice tight. "There is no easy way to say this but we want this. I guess we are what you call a hot-wife/cuckold couple."
He smiled, slow and predatory. "I knew I chose well when I picked you two. You’re going to fit in perfectly here."
He gestured toward the door. "Dress code for tomorrow. Barbara, I expect you in something…revealing... that leaves little to the imagination. And Dean, you’ll accompany her. We have a client dinner, and I want you both to make an impression."
Barbara swallowed hard, her pussy tingling. She had known this was coming, but hearing it spoken aloud still sent a shiver down her spine.
"Understood" she said, her voice steady.
"Excellent," Mr. Khan said, stepping closer again. He placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. "I can’t wait to see what you’ll wear.... I have high expectations."
She nodded, forcing herself to remain composed. "I won’t disappoint you."
"See that you don’t," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The next evening, Barbara stood in front of the mirror, examining herself critically. The dress Mr. Khan had requested clung to her like a second skin, its deep V neckline plunging low enough to reveal the lace of her bra. The hemline stopped just above her thighs, leaving little to the imagination.
"Are you sure about this?" Dean asked from behind her, his voice barely above a whisper.
She turned to face him, her expression resolute. "Yes you Cuck. You aren't having second thoughts are you? This is what we want honey, a chance to fulfill our fantasy!" she reminded him, her voice soft. "And now we get a chance to build a career as well. It's like winning the lottery."
Dean nodded, she could see the lust in his eyes.
When they arrived at the restaurant, Mr. Khan and the client awaited them at a private table. The client, a wealthy black businessman named Rizwan, raised an eyebrow as Barbara approached.
"Impressive," Rizwan said, his voice smooth and calculating. "Mr. Khan wasn’t exaggerating."
She burst into a smile, her cheeks flushing. She could feel Dean stiffen beside her, but she kept her focus on Rizwan.
"Thank you.....I’m happy to assist in any way I can."
Rizwan chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Oh, I’m sure you will."
The evening wore on, the conversation flowing smoothly as Rizwan and Mr. Khan discussed business. Barbara played her part flawlessly, engaging in witty banter and laughing at the right moments. But as the night progressed, the atmosphere grew increasingly charged.
When Rizwan’s hand brushed against hers under the table, she froze for a split second before continuing as though nothing had happened. Beside her, Dean's grip on his glass tightened.
"Well, Barbara," Rizwan said, his smile widening. "It’s been a pleasure getting to know you. But I think it’s time for us to take this… to the next level."
Before Barbara could respond, Mr. Khan spoke up. "Dean, why don’t you go bring the car around."
Dean hesitated, his eyes darting between Barbara and Mr. Khan. But after a moment, he nodded and rose to his feet, his movements stiff.
As soon as Dean was out of earshot, Rizwan leaned in close; his breath warm against her ear. "Now, where were we?"
Barbara's heart raced, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Right here," she said, her voice steady.
Rizwan’s lips curved into a wicked smile. "Good answer...."
As they left the restaurant Mr. Khan bid farewell and Rizwan ordered Dean to drive while he sat with Barbara in the backseat. As soon as the car moved Dean could hear the unmistakable sound of deep passionate kisses. Then the sequence of sounds that followed made him harder than ever in his life.
The sound of a zipper opening followed by a male sigh with gagging and slurping. Once they reached Rizwan's place he ordered Dean to park, without waiting started going towards the elevator with Barbara. "I will leave a surprise for you in front of elevator. Floor 9, apartment 901 be quick!”
Dean parked and finally reached the elevator door and thought he would cum right there in his pants. Barbara's dress was there abandoned. Rizwan has made his wife ride the elevator in nothing but her lingerie for 9 floors.
Dean reached 901 and stood frozen in the doorway, his breath shallow. Rizwan’s hand slid beneath Barbara’s thigh, inching higher with deliberate confidence.
Rizwan didn’t seem to notice or care about Dean’s presence. His focus was entirely on Barbara, his fingers now brushing against the edge of her lace underwear. “You’re wearing this just for me, aren’t you?” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with arrogance.
Mariara swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing as she nodded. “Yes....” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Rizwan chuckled, a deep satisfied sound that made Dean’s stomach churn. “Good girl,” Rizwan said, his fingers finally slipping under the fabric of her panties. Barbara gasped softly, her body arching slightly as Rizwan explored her.
Dean clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms as he watched Barbara’s face contort with pleasure. His wife. Now she was surrendering to another man’s touch, her body betraying her as much as it betrayed him.
“I think it’s time your husband earned his place here, don’t you?” Rizwan’s voice cut through the tension like a knife.
Barbara blinked, her eyes wide as she looked at Dean. “What… what do you mean?”
Rizwan smirked, leaning back slightly as he removed his hand from her. “I think it’s only fair that he participate. He’s the one reaping the benefits of your talents.”
Dean’s heart pounded in his chest as Rizwan unbuttoned his pants with slow, deliberate movements. The sound of fabric sliding against fabric seemed deafening in the silence of the room.
“Come here!” Rizwan ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Dean hesitated, his feet refusing to move even as his mind screamed at him to comply. Rizwan raised an eyebrow, “Do I need to repeat myself?”
Barbara reached out, her hand gripping Dean’s wrist. “FOLLOW CUCKY!”
With a heavy sigh, Dean stepped forward; his legs feeling like lead as he approached the man who held so much power over both of them. Rizwan spread his legs slightly, his massive black cock already hardening; he gestured for Dean to kneel.
The air felt thick with humiliation as Dean dropped to his knees, his face level with Rizwan’s crotch. He could smell the faint scent of cologne mixed with something darker, more primal. Rizwan’s cock twitched, the head glistening with pre-cum as Dean’s mouth watered nervously.
“Suck it!” Rizwan commanded, his voice sharp and commanding.
Dean hesitated for a moment longer, his pride screaming at him to refuse, but Barbara’s lusty gaze was enough to break him.
Slowly, he leaned forward; his lips brushing against the tip of Rizwan’s black cock. The taste was bitter and unfamiliar, but he loved it. His lips wrapped around the shaft as Rizwan let out a soft groan of approval.
“That’s it...” Rizwan murmured, his hand resting on the back of Dean’s head. “....Show me how grateful you are.”
Dean’s throat tightened as he bobbed his head, his tongue working against the underside of Rizwan’s cock. Every movement felt amazing.
Barbara watched him with a mixture of surprise and arousal, her hands gripping the edge of the couch as her breathing grew ragged. “Oh god.....” she muttered, her voice trembling. “Please… please just hurry....I need that cock.”
Rizwan laughed, a deep mocking sound that made Dean's little penis twitch. “Patience, darling,” he said, his hand tightening slightly on Dean’s head. “Your husband is doing a fine job.... aren’t you, Dean?”
Dean didn’t respond, his focus entirely on the task at hand. Rizwan’s cock tasted salty, almost musky. The sensation of it sliding between his lips was inexplicably thrilling.
He could feel the veins pulsing beneath the skin, the heat radiating from Rizwan’s body as the man continued to thrust slowly into his mouth.
“Enough,” Rizwan finally said, pulling back with a satisfied smirk. “Now, onto the main event.”
Dean scrambled to his feet, his face flushed and his breath coming in short uneven gasps. Rizwan stood beside Barbara, his black cock now fully erect and glistening with Dean’s saliva. “Lie down,” Rizwan ordered, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.
Barbara obeyed without question, her body trembling as she reclined on the couch. Her legs spread slowly to accommodate Rizwan’s looming figure. Dean watched helplessly as Rizwan positioned himself between her thighs, his black cock pressing against her entrance.
“Hold her legs,” Rizwan commanded, his eyes fixed on Barbara’s face as he began to push inside her pussy.
Dean hesitated, his hands hovering above his wife’s thighs. “Do it!!!” Barbara yelled, her voice breaking as Rizwan’s cock entered her.
Dean gripped her ankles, holding her legs open as Rizwan thrust deeper, filling her completely. Barbara gasped, her nails digging into the couch as Rizwan began to move. His hips snapped back and forth with practiced precision.
“Fuck....you’re tight!” Rizwan groaned, his voice strained with exertion. “How does it feel, sweetheart? Huh?”
Barbara moaned, her head rolling to the side as Rizwan’s thrusts grew fiercer.
“It… it feels good,” she admitted, her voice trembling with pleasure.
Dean’s grip on her legs tightened as he watched Rizwan fuck Barbara with relentless determination.
He could see the way her body reacted, the way her hips bucked involuntarily in response to Rizwan’s movements.
It was almost too much to bear for his little penis, the sight of her surrendering so completely to another man while he stood by.....powerless to stop it.
“Bring me a drink,” Rizwan ordered, his voice cutting through Dean’s thoughts. “And make it quick....I don’t want to stop.”
Dean hesitated, his eyes darting toward the nearby table where a bottle of whiskey and a glass sat waiting. “NOW!” Rizwan snapped, punctuating his command with another deep thrust into Barbara.
Without thinking, Dean hurried to the table, pouring a generous amount of whiskey into the glass before returning to Rizwan’s side.
He held the glass out, his hands shaking slightly as Rizwan paused long enough to take a sip.
“Better....” Rizwan growled, his focus returning to Barbara as he resumed his brutal pace. “Don’t stop again...understood?”
Dean nodded mutely, his chest heaving as he placed the glass back on the table. He stood there, his eyes locked on the scene unfolding before him, his mind a blur of confusion and desperation.
“Wipe my sweat,” Rizwan ordered, his voice hoarse with effort.
Rizwan's heavy breathing filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of dominance and control. His hands gripped Barbara’s hips with bruising force, his movements unrelenting as he continued to thrust deep inside her. The air was thick with the scent of their exertion, a heady mix of sweat and desire that seemed to permeate every corner of the room.
Dean stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the scene unfold before him.
“Get on your knees,” Rizwan barked, his voice cutting through the haze like a whip. “Now!”
Dean hesitated for the briefest moment, his eyes flicking toward Barbara. She lay beneath Rizwan, her breaths coming in shallow gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of their coupling. Her gaze met his for an instant, a lusty plea for him to comply. Rizwan’s hand tightened on her hip and pulled her focus back to him.
Without another thought, Dean dropped to his knees, his pride crumbling beneath him like so much dust. He felt the coolness of the floor against his skin, contrasting sharply with the heat rising from his shame. His throat tightened as he stared at the ground, waiting for what came next.
“Open your mouth,” Rizwan demanded, his tone dripping with mockery. “Show me you understand who’s in charge here.”
Dean’s lips parted slowly, his breath hitching as he obeyed. The sound of Rizwan’s laughter resonated off the walls, a cruel reminder of his position in this twisted hierarchy. Rizwan leaned back slightly, his strokes growing slower but no less powerful, as if savoring the sight of Dean’s surrender.
“Good boy,” Rizwan sneered, his voice laced with venom. “Now, lick! Lick my balls clean while I finish with Barbara.”
The words struck Dean like a blow, sending waves of ecstasy coursing through him.
“Do it....” Rizwan ordered, his voice low and commanding. “Or do you need a demonstration of what happens when you disobey? That’s it,” Rizwan purred, his voice dripping with condescension.
"Just like a good little cuck. Show me how much you love serving your master.”
Dean’s cheeks burned with humiliation, his breaths coming in short, ragged bursts as he continued the degrading act. Every swipe of his tongue felt like a betrayal, not just of himself, but of the man he thought he was. He could hear Barbara’s sighs mingling with Rizwan’s grunts, the sounds of their passion driving a wedge deeper into his fractured psyche.
“Look at her....” Rizwan commanded, his voice slicing through the fog of Dean's shame. Watch as I take what’s mine.”
Reluctantly, Dean lifted his head, his eyes drawn to seeing Barbara spread open beneath Rizwan. Her legs were splayed wide, Dean’s hands gripping her thighs as Rizwan pounded into her with relentless force. Her body arched involuntarily with each thrust, her breasts heaving with the effort of matching his rhythm.
“Tell me how much she loves it,” Rizwan demanded, his voice taking on a mocking lilt. “Tell me how much she loves being mine. Tell me how much she loves me fucking her!”
Dean’s mouth moved soundlessly, his voice failing him under the pressure of Rizwan’s command. Rizwan’s grip tightened on Barbara’s hips, his thrusts becoming more brutal as he sensed Dean’s hesitation.
“Speak up, worm,” Rizwan snarled, his patience wearing thin. “Or do I need to remind you of your place?”
“She… she loves it,” Dean managed to choke out, his voice hoarse and broken. “She loves being yours.”
Rizwan’s laugh was a harsh, triumphant sound, echoing through the room as he resumed his merciless assault on Barbara.
Dean’s gaze lingered on her face, searching for any sign of distress or resistance, but all he saw was the flush of pleasure spreading across her features. Her lips parted as she cried out, her nails digging into the sheets as Rizwan drove her closer to the edge.
“You hear that?” Rizwan growled, his voice vibrating with raw power. “Your husband says you love it. You love being my whore?”
Barbara’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Dean’s. He thought he saw a flicker of guilt in her expression, but it was swallowed by the wave of arousal that claimed her.
And she orgasmed like she never did before.
“Yes!” she screamed, “I love it....I love being your whore! I love being fucked by your black cock!”
“That’s right,” Rizwan murmured, his voice softening as he focused on Barbara. “Take it all, my lovely little slut. Take everything I give you.”
******************************************** As morning sun rays penetrated the room. Rizwan reclined in his plush leather chair, his dark eyes glinting with satisfaction as he surveyed the room. Barbara stood beside him, her posture poised but her breathing uneven, her chest rising and falling beneath the sheer fabric of her dress. Dean was on his knees by Rizwan’s feet, his hands trembling as they rested on his thighs. The tension in the air was palpable, a mixture of desire, humiliation, and power that hung heavy over them all.
“Barbara....” Rizwan drawled, his voice smooth and commanding. “....Come here.”
She hesitated for only a moment before stepping closer, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor. Rizwan’s hand reached out, fingers curling around her wrist, drawing her down until she knelt gracefully at his side. His other hand cupped her chin, tilting her face up so their eyes met.
“You know what I want,” he said, his tone brooking no argument. “Show me how much you enjoy serving me.”
Barbara’s lips parted, She leaned forward, her hands moving to rest on Rizwan’s lap, and began to open his robe.
“Dean....” Rizwan commanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “You will narrate...tell me how she pleases me.”
“S-she’s… she’s taking you in her mouth,” he stammered, his eyes darting between Barbara and Rizwan. “Her tongue… her tongue is moving slowly, circling around you…around your black cock”
Rizwan let out a low chuckle, clearly enjoying Dean’s discomfort. “Go on....” he urged, his grip tightening on Barbara's head.
“She… she’s sucking gently,” Dean continued, “Her cheeks are hollowing as she takes more of you in… deeper…in her mouth...into her throat...”
Barbara moaned softly, her movements growing more confident as she found her rhythm. Rizwan closed his eyes, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as he relished the sensation. Dean’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the lust and humiliation coursing through him.
“Deeper....” Rizwan murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take it all, my little slut. Show me how much you love this.”
Barbara obeyed without hesitation, her throat working as she took Rizwan even deeper. Dean’s vision blurred, as he watched Barbara submit so completely.
“She’s… she’s using her hands too,” Dean whispered, his voice hoarse. “They’re stroking you, matching the rhythm of her mouth… caressing your balls…”
Rizwan’s chuckle deepened, his hips beginning to move in time with Barbara’s ministrations. “Good girl,” he praised, his fingers tangling in her hair. “Such a talented little thing.... Dean seems to think so too.”
“Yes… she’s… she’s very good....” Dean forced himself to say, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. “She knows exactly how to… to please you.”
Rizwan smirked, clearly pleased with Dean’s submission. “See? You’re learning,” he remarked, his tone dripping with mockery. “Perhaps one day, you’ll be as skilled as Barbara.”
Her fingers played expertly, teasing and stroking in ways that made Rizwan groan with pleasure.
“Faster.....” Rizwan demanded, his breathing becoming more labored. “Don’t hold back.”
Barbara increased her pace, her movements fluid and precise. Rizwan’s head fell back against the chair, his expression one of pure bliss as he surrendered to her touch. Dean felt a surge of something akin to pride, as he realized just how well Barbara understood this man’s desires.
“She’s… she’s licking you now,” Dean whispered, his voice hoarse. “From base to tip, her tongue sweeping over you… swirling around the head…”
Rizwan’s eyes fluttered open, his focus shifting back to Dean. “Good boy....” he said, his voice thick with amusement. “Now tell me… how does it taste?”
Dean froze, his mind racing as he tried to comprehend the question. He glanced at Barbara, her lips glistening as she pulled away briefly to catch her breath. Her eyes met his for a moment, filled with a mix of longing and lust that nearly made him cum.
“I… I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely audible.
Rizwan chuckled, leaning forward to slap Dean across the face. The blow wasn’t hard, but the sting was enough to bring his little penis to ejaculate. “Liar!”
“Salt… salty…” he mumbled, his voice cracking. “It tastes… salty.”
Rizwan smirked, clearly pleased with himself. “Better,” he said, his attention returning to Barbara. “Now finish what you started, my dear. Let’s see if your husband can describe the finale.”
Barbara nodded obediently, her lips wrapping around Rizwan once more. Her movements became frantic, with the effort as she worked to bring him to completion. Rizwan’s groans grew louder, his hands clutching at her hair as he neared his peak.
“Almost there....” he gasped, his voice strained. “....Keep going… don’t stop…”
“She’s… she’s sucking harder now,” Dean whispered, his voice trembling. “Her cheeks are hollow… her throat working ”
Rizwan’s body stiffened, his hips thrusting upward as he released a guttural cry of pleasure. Barbara moaned softly around him, her hands gripping his thighs as she took every drop. The sound echoed through the room, mingling with Rizwan’s heavy breaths as he came back down from his high.
For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the ragged sound of their breathing. Then Rizwan spoke, his voice calm and measured once more.
“Well done,” his tone almost affectionate as he stroked Barbara’s cheek. “You truly are a treasure, my lovely little slut.”
Barbara smiled weakly, her body sagging with exhaustion as she pulled away. Rizwan turned his attention to Dean, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Your turn...kiss your wife...taste my cum in her!”
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Posted on : Jan 2, 2025
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