Transactions – Bastian Karim, Sir Peter
I know I don’t have enough to cover what I owe Sir Peter for his company’s assistance. And I know it’s important not to be anything extraordinary with those you want to keep in good graces.
Having so much money made them feel untouchable, but it was those who felt untouchable who wanted my touch the most. I noticed how these men look at me when they discuss business, especially transactions in which I am involved. He awakened in me the same carnal desire for sexual release that seemed to spark in his gaze.
It was something I could use to my advantage in this situation. They seem to like demonstrating their power through the use of money, so naturally I understood that money was very important to them.
Sir Peter strikes me as the “no bullshit” type of executive: there was a severity to his demeanor that exuded an air of authority. Based on the way he handled our business transactions, I could only imagine how he would handle our sexual exchange.
Not having the full amount in cash meant I would need to shell out something else, a bonus added to the payment to smooth things over. I’m so used to being passed around by men of power that it’s become second nature to offer him my body as a bonus.
I show him my naked body, feeling his gaze glued to me. A wave of heat runs through my body when I hear him come from behind the table to stand closer. But as soon as he undoes his tie and holds his crotch, I know he’s accepted my offer.
I hate to admit it, but there’s a strange excitement that comes when I see that golden glow around his finger telling me I might be seducing a married man. Someone who is so focused on work that they will do anything to clear their mind and get back to the drawing board. Even if that something is a submissive boy like me.
He unbuttons his shirt to reveal his hairy chest and I’m on my knees as I undo his belt buckle. Pulling down my pants, I see Sir Peter’s deliciously thick, uncut cock pop out of his waistband and point it towards my mouth. His hand comes behind my head as he asserts his dominance, wrapping my lips tightly around the hood and gagging as he pushes down my throat.
He wastes no time lining up that big dick against my hole when I’m presenting it to him in the armchair. Using only the saliva on his cock as lubricant, he thrusts deep inside me. His girth opens my hole as I arch my back to handle his size, forcing moans and gasps for air from me. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this line of work…
