You Have To Play The Ace In Your Hand When You Are Holding The Ace
I suppose this is politically incorrect. Back when I was 22 I had a job for Brand X, a large multinational firm and I worked in the Logistics department as a trainee. My boss was a gay man, well hidden, but gay. Mid fifties, never married, wore better clothes than any woman, and his desk was clean as a whistle. Nothing like all the other men in company. We became friends, me being a girl and he being an old gay man. He took me under his wing.
Then there was this tenth year lunch for this woman that worked in our department. Ten years was the first milestone that was celebrated with the 'brass'. (I should confess that I had no idea what the 'brass' was much less who the 'brass' was). I went with my boss in his car, a really clean Cadillac. It was my first ride in a Cadillac. I noticed that he had this diamond ring on his pinky finger. He usually didn't wear it and I asked him for it and he answered in an ever so matter of fact way, his boyfriend had given it to him for his birthday. Back when I was 22 no one ever admitted to being gay and no gay would ever admit to having a boyfriend, much less to a 22 year old intern. And then, with a small laugh he said 'he owns my ass, if you know what I mean'.
At the lunch with the 'brass' he introduced me to a heavy hitter, one of the 'honchos'. A man in his fifties with a beer belly and salt and pepper hair. You got over his looks pretty fast once he spoke, he was one of those 'honchos' that owned the room. My boss made sure I sat beside him and he pushed the conversation for me to talk to him. It was uncomfortable because I didn't know what to say so I just answered questions, 'name, rank and serial number'. (I learned all those expressions from my boss who had served in the military for 20 years before retiring, before he had a boyfriend).
Several days later my boss told me about this dinner that was going down. A dinner in which he was invited and he wanted me to come with him. At the dinner that fat old man was there, the 'honcho' man. I got shoved on him, shoved like right up to him so that he put his arm around me. He held me against him wanting me to lay my head on his shoulder or something. Back in those days young secretaries and interns got their butt spanked or grabbed and he grabbed my ass. He had to let me go when we took our seats. Again my boss stuck me between the 'honcho' man and him and told me to be nice. The old man kept touching my knee under the table. Grabbing my thigh. When I got my hand down to push his hand away he grabbed my hand and wouldn't let it go.
Between dinner and desert I excused myself for the ladies' room. My boss got up and went with me, he was going into the 'little boys' room. But he stopped me and told me 'it works like this, he gets your ass, and you own him. This is your chance, bend over and take it'. He pushed me into the ladies room and told me to think about it. 'Don't blow it', or I guess he really meant meant, blow him.
After the dinner my boss pushed me to have the 'honcho' man take me home. He whispered in my ear while we were waiting for our coats 'bend over, he's an ass man' . At my apartment things did not go well. He grabbed me hard and pulled me to him and grabbed my ass. He kissed me and I almost puked. But he got his tongue in my mouth while he grabbed my ass and told me to settle down and grow up. He pushed or pulled me into my room and tossed me on my bed, grabbing the waist of my pants and pulling my pants down. Once he had me 'exposed' he lowered his pants and his awful dick pointed at me. The only thing I could think of was that he was an 'ass man'.
I got it on my back, holding my head and neck as far away from his face so he couldn't kiss me. His dick was all the way in me, and he shoved and shoved. Then like nothing he stopped, he got off and told me to turn over. He opened my butt cheeks and stuck his tongue in my hole and then got on me and stuck his dick against my hole and told me to take a deep breath and he shoved his dick right up my ass. A couple of more shoves and he ejaculated, pulled out and grabbed my ass cheek really hard and told me I had a tight ass.
My boss, when I told him, told me to get used to it. I owned him now and all I had to do was play my cards right. He bought me this lubricant and told me to keep it around and when he was going to come over for some ass fucking to lube my ass first. To use my finger to lube myself well, it would avoid me getting my ass torn.
Over time I got promoted, I went up the ladder pretty quick, I was on the 'fast track'. My boss from Logistics, the gay man, kept me well stocked with lube and which he selected because he knew it worked. When my friend, he was my friend, retired he told me that I was his special purpose employee. From the day he met me he decided he was going to push me to the top. He confessed to me that when he was in the service he kept this Light Colonel happy, who eventually became a General Officer. He retired from the service when the General retired. He had run out of cover. The General was a good friend of the 'honcho' man and that's how he ended up working there.
The 'honcho' man owned my ass, and in return I owned his. He was a big baby and he liked being suckled so I suckled his dick. He also liked being catered to, so I catered to him. I taught him not to grab my ass in public, it was enough for him to just run his hand across my ass, the other men would get the message as to who owned my ass. I rose in the 'ranks' and as I write this I am a Director of an important department reporting to the 'honcho'. He is now THE HONCHO man. The hooking bull. Curiously my ex boss and his boyfriend are dinner partners of ours, they own a Bed and Breakfast and we have spent more than one long weekend there. Bending over and taking in the view of the harbor.
