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Women Only
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Straight Female / 35
Ten Years Later I'm Still His Mother Woman
After I got my MBA I went to work in the Treasury Department of a large multinational in Cash Management. I was 25 and for the first time in my life I was living my life, no roommate, no sibling, I was on my own. One day my boss, the head of Treasury, called me in and said that there was a banker's convention in Santiago, Chile and the Director of all important things in the company had offered to let me tag along. He was going, and as a part of his responsibilities he was stopping by the offices in Mexico City, Bogota, Rio, and Buenos Aires before getting to the convention in Santiago. Would I like to take the long route with him and see some of the overseas offices? Or just meet him in Santiago?
I guess my answer jumped out telling my boss I wanted to take the long route (two weeks on the road). I was taken upstairs the next afternoon to meet the Director or all important things. His junior secretary had me sit in the reception area of his office until his senior secretary called for me to come in. She was young, my age, and I asked her how he had two secretaries. She answered 'he likes me'. I took the answer and sat and waited. When I was called in the senior secretary told me where to sit, I had five minutes and I should answer all questions expeditiously and straight, don't beat around the bush as girls tend to do.
I expected a very senior man, but I was in an office with a man in his late thirties, he was direct in his question about my education and what had attracted me to work for their company. He then asked me to pick one, was I a mother woman, a maid woman, a whore woman, or a woman woman. Be straight and answer the question. I guess I had never thought about the answer but I chose mother woman. He said ok, nothing he disliked more that whore women.
We departed for Mexico, he flew first class I went in the back of the plane. We had a limo waiting for us, we stayed in a nice hotel, he was kind enough to introduce me to the Mexico Division President and then shooed me away to meet with the controller. And the same in Bogota and Rio and Buenos Aires. He took me to dinner with whoever he was hosting and I sat beside him and he told me my job was to keep him from putting his foot in his mouth. He was 'handy' everywhere. He put his arm around my shoulders, touched my thigh to get my attention, played with my fingers at breakfast, kissed me goodnight.
We got to Santiago and their was a hiccup, they had interpreted that he needed a suite with two rooms as opposed to two separate rooms and the hotel was booked. Would I mind? I had no choice, the suite had two rooms, an ample living area with a dining table, with a great view of the city. When we were in the room he told me he would consider it an honor for me to share the bed with him. That I had made him very comfortable and he wanted me to join him. There it was, the moment every girl dreads. How to day no to a man who invites you to bed. I said 'is this a good idea?' and he said for him 'yes' and he put my bag in his room.
While he went for it, and I was on my back and he was giving me the all male treatment, all I thought about was that I didn't want to be a whore woman. He withdrew and laid on me, with his hands on my boobs while he waited for his second wind and then went at me again. This time paying more attention to me, working me so that I got aroused, and with his mouth and hands he got me across the O barrier, before getting on me hard again and finishing himself inside of me (no permission asked).
For the three days of the convention he marched me around, he introduced me to big names in banking, he had me to dinner to keep him from putting his foot in his mouth, holding his hand so he wouldn't slide it up my leg, at night there was no use in putting anything on, he tore it right off and I was introduced to a man having his woman anyway he wanted, including one episode of anal sex for good measure. Of course, I sucked his cock, a lot. He liked me sucking him, while he caressed my head and I gave him puppy eyes. He liked me to lay on my back, with my legs open and he took his time sizing me up, he liked having me lean over him and rub his face with my breasts. He liked me so sit on him, until it was all the way in and rock back and forth. I paid attention, I wanted him to like me so bad.
After the trip I found out what it meant for him to 'like you', like his number two secretary. Being liked meant one thing, you liked him back and were available. He liked watching me making the bed in the morning. Coming my hair. I knew from making the bed and cleaning up that his number two secretary also spent the night with him. He described her as a 'little something' to whet his appetite for me. He never put us in bed together, but finding her panties under the bed was too close for comfort. He 'liked' her a lot and I had to accept that. One of us was his little whore woman and the other his mother woman.
I guess my answer jumped out telling my boss I wanted to take the long route (two weeks on the road). I was taken upstairs the next afternoon to meet the Director or all important things. His junior secretary had me sit in the reception area of his office until his senior secretary called for me to come in. She was young, my age, and I asked her how he had two secretaries. She answered 'he likes me'. I took the answer and sat and waited. When I was called in the senior secretary told me where to sit, I had five minutes and I should answer all questions expeditiously and straight, don't beat around the bush as girls tend to do.
I expected a very senior man, but I was in an office with a man in his late thirties, he was direct in his question about my education and what had attracted me to work for their company. He then asked me to pick one, was I a mother woman, a maid woman, a whore woman, or a woman woman. Be straight and answer the question. I guess I had never thought about the answer but I chose mother woman. He said ok, nothing he disliked more that whore women.
We departed for Mexico, he flew first class I went in the back of the plane. We had a limo waiting for us, we stayed in a nice hotel, he was kind enough to introduce me to the Mexico Division President and then shooed me away to meet with the controller. And the same in Bogota and Rio and Buenos Aires. He took me to dinner with whoever he was hosting and I sat beside him and he told me my job was to keep him from putting his foot in his mouth. He was 'handy' everywhere. He put his arm around my shoulders, touched my thigh to get my attention, played with my fingers at breakfast, kissed me goodnight.
We got to Santiago and their was a hiccup, they had interpreted that he needed a suite with two rooms as opposed to two separate rooms and the hotel was booked. Would I mind? I had no choice, the suite had two rooms, an ample living area with a dining table, with a great view of the city. When we were in the room he told me he would consider it an honor for me to share the bed with him. That I had made him very comfortable and he wanted me to join him. There it was, the moment every girl dreads. How to day no to a man who invites you to bed. I said 'is this a good idea?' and he said for him 'yes' and he put my bag in his room.
While he went for it, and I was on my back and he was giving me the all male treatment, all I thought about was that I didn't want to be a whore woman. He withdrew and laid on me, with his hands on my boobs while he waited for his second wind and then went at me again. This time paying more attention to me, working me so that I got aroused, and with his mouth and hands he got me across the O barrier, before getting on me hard again and finishing himself inside of me (no permission asked).
For the three days of the convention he marched me around, he introduced me to big names in banking, he had me to dinner to keep him from putting his foot in his mouth, holding his hand so he wouldn't slide it up my leg, at night there was no use in putting anything on, he tore it right off and I was introduced to a man having his woman anyway he wanted, including one episode of anal sex for good measure. Of course, I sucked his cock, a lot. He liked me sucking him, while he caressed my head and I gave him puppy eyes. He liked me to lay on my back, with my legs open and he took his time sizing me up, he liked having me lean over him and rub his face with my breasts. He liked me so sit on him, until it was all the way in and rock back and forth. I paid attention, I wanted him to like me so bad.
After the trip I found out what it meant for him to 'like you', like his number two secretary. Being liked meant one thing, you liked him back and were available. He liked watching me making the bed in the morning. Coming my hair. I knew from making the bed and cleaning up that his number two secretary also spent the night with him. He described her as a 'little something' to whet his appetite for me. He never put us in bed together, but finding her panties under the bed was too close for comfort. He 'liked' her a lot and I had to accept that. One of us was his little whore woman and the other his mother woman.
