The Work of Art
Copyright© 2025 by Mohawk08
Chapter 13: - Mr. Stein
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 13: - Mr. Stein - A young husband learns he has the power to grant permission, and his young wife learns how to take advantage of it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Wife Watching Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Voyeurism Big Breasts
So I had to write a job description when I got home for a job that doesn’t exist. Ninety nine percent of the tasks I listed I’m pretty sure Charlotte is incapable of doing. How do you write a job req for a personal fuck toy?
That was the least of my challenges. It’s my company, I can have a personal assistant if I want, and I can choose whoever I want to fill the position. Just gotta do the paperwork.
So at 8 a.m., I have the Work of Art in my office with HR, IT and facilities, talking about completing the paperwork and getting her set up in my office suite. My secretary, Lois, is confused by what’s going on, but she’s been with me for years and knows the drill.
Charlotte is even more confused, but I am accepting that is just normal for my pretty little idiot. The company is going to be better off with her off the front desk. Why am I suddenly feeling protective of her? I haven’t felt that emotion since my complete whore of a girlfriend fucked half our rival fraternity in college.
When all got up to leave, I stopped her. I had her regain her seat in front of my desk as I walked the team to the door and locked it.
“What should I call you,” she asked. “We will be working very closely, Mr. Stein.”
“Very closely, indeed. Mr. Stein or sir. Boss is OK, too.”
“What now, boss,” she asked, smiling. “What are we gonna do first?” She started to get up again, but I put my hands on her shoulders and pressed her to the chair.
“First, you are going to have to learn to do exactly as I say.” I could feel her stiffen under my touch.
“Oh, don’t worry, my little gudgeon. We won’t break any rules today.”
“Ok. Good. I don’t want to get in trouble. We already did a bunch of things we weren’t supposed to.”
I leaned back onto the edge of the desk.”You might tell me though, what your little husband is up to.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” She said, looking away. “And he’s not little, you know. He’s actually very tall.”
I cupped her chin and pulled her head around, so she looked in my eyes. “Why just a blowjob?”
“Carl said the blowjob was just a taste.”
“A taste.”
“Yes. Of me.”
“Are you two trying to con me? I want to know what his plan is.”
“I don’t know exactly. He wants to negotiate a price for the rest of me, cause Lynn’s husband got a lot of money.”
“Is that all? He wants what they got?”
“Oh, no! He wants a lot more. You said I’m a work of art, and what are they worth?”
So this is about money. I started giving the cash to husbands for two reasons. First it makes them feel less like cucks and more in control of their pathetic little lives. Secondly, it ends any chance that the girls can say I’m harassing them later when things go inevitably bad. Under the law, they are now just whores, and their husbands are pimps. Again, tip of the cap to Jeff Epstein.
It’s really not a problem financially either, because I got money. I just hate to see greedy little fucks try and squeeze me. This kid thinks he has me over a barrel. But then again, he probably does.
Another way to think about it is how much would a sugar baby cost me. A whole lot more. And those bitches can have a lot of cock miles on them. This beauty has only had one owner, so far.
If paying this boy is the way to get his ‘permission’ which she so badly needs, I’m not just in, but all the way in. I want to fuck her so badly, I’m having dreams about it every night. That pussy is haunting me.
“Do you know how much he wants exactly?”
“No, but we need money to buy a house to have babies in.’
“You want to have babies now? You’re very young.”
“Of course.”
“And destroy that perfect body? Jesus. Youth is wasted on the young, and beauty is wasted on women.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Carl said I’ll be a MILF.”
“He’s probably right about that.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re the most beautiful woman I ever saw, Charlotte. I want to possess you, not just for a night, or a week, or even a month. Do you understand?”
“Kinda.”
“Tell Carl we’ll meet at my house on Friday night. I want you there as well. We all have to agree to the arrangement.”
“Ok.”
“He has something that I want.”
“Oh? What?”
“A most valuable work of art.”
“Oh! Me? Oh! That’s good, very good. It makes me happy.”
“That you’ll get the money or my cock?”
She blushed. “Both, silly!”
“Why don’t you give me another taste?”
“What? Here? Right now?”
“Yes. The door is locked, and Lois knows what’s going on. She has already cleared my calendar.”
“Really. She knows that you do ... stuff in here? Oh, what will she think of me?”
“You might not see it now, but 20 years ago, she was in here on her knees sucking like her life depended on it, but then she got fat. It’s sad really.”
“I’m not sure we have permission for another one.”
“I thought permission had been granted for blowjobs.”
“Yesterday, I thought it was just for one, but last night Carl said something funny. I told him about our meeting this morning, and he asked if I was going to suck you in your office.”
“There you go, my dear. Permission has been granted.” I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. “And here you go.”
“Oh, God. There it is. It’s just so big. Mr. Stein. It’s so pretty.”
“I’m not sure I would call it that, but I appreciate that you think so. Get out of that top now, so I can see your big titties,” I demanded. “Take the skirt off too.” She gave me that patented confused look that I was getting used to.
“Trust me, little darling, you’ll be glad you did. You want to be smart now. You don’t want any stains.”
“Oh, of course. That would be bad, walking around all day with a you-know-what stain!” She started unbuttoning her blouse. How easy is this going to be? Fuckin A. I took off my pants and went to sit down on the sofa. She was down to pantyhose in minutes.
“Good girl. Learning to take direction and do what you’re told. I like it. Now, get on your knees and crawl to me.”
“I can’t, sir. I’ll wreck my hose on the carpet.”
“Better take them off, too,” I said. She muttered something under her breath, but took them off. Now she stood before me in a tiny little pair of French-cut panties.
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