My Boss's Whore

I met Aris in Athens, where I went to attend a professional conference. I was married with three children and lived with my family in Nafplio. On this trip, my husband couldn't accompany me because the conference program was five days long and our eldest child was a second-grade elementary school student. Our marital relationship was excellent, which is why my husband had unlimited trust in me and, of course, raised no objections to the trip.

We set off for Athens together with Mrs. Artemis, the 60-year-old head of the branch of the company where I worked. On the way, we went in her car, discussing various topics. She told me about the great esteem she had for me as an employee of the branch and she told me about Mr. Kostas G., the owner and president of the company, whom I was going to meet at this Conference.

I had heard about G., that he was a formidable businessman, quite wealthy of course, that he was around 70 years old, that he lived alone in a villa in Sounio and that he divided his time between Athens, London, and New York where his group of companies had branches.

I was then surprised to hear Mrs. Artemis tell me that the president himself had personally requested my participation in the conference, that he knew me only from my personnel file and from a photograph of me that she herself had shown him. She even added that he had shown particular interest in the fact that I was a 27-year-old married woman and mother of 3 children and that I was beautiful and serious.

We arrived in Athens, I called my husband overjoyed about the acquaintance I would make and the access I would gain to the company president himself, and we went to the hotel where the Conference was to be held. I was not surprised when, entering my room, I found a note from the president inviting me to his suite at two in the afternoon for a meal. When the morning sessions ended, I rushed to my room, put on a nicer dress, fixed my makeup, and headed, full of anticipation, to Mr. G.'s suite. He himself opened the door for me and led me to the suite's living room where a table was already set with two place settings.

Throughout the meal, he was particularly friendly towards me, polite, but not indiscreet as anyone else in his position could be. He told me about himself, about his life, about how he had no family, he told me he had seen my photograph at Mrs. Artemis's house in Nafplio and that my face had given birth to the desire in him to meet me.

I confess that from the first minutes I caught myself feeling a strange emotion for this man. He exuded a mysterious eroticism and a sense of power and decisiveness. Despite his age, he had a wonderful presence and a noteworthy charm.

I accepted with great ease his invitation to visit his villa in Sounio that evening, and I told my husband we would all be going to dinner, all the company executives together at some restaurant.

At his house, he was waiting for me holding a glass of drink, he quickly ushered me into the dining room where two maids served us the food, and when we finished he asked them to bring us two liqueurs. Then he approached me and told me I was very beautiful, kissed me on the shoulder and left me speechless when he bent to my ear and whispered that he wanted me to become his. I raised no objection.

Then he took me tenderly by the hand and led me to a room with discreet lighting, undressed me and had me sit in a specially designed armchair with arms on which there were straps. He lifted my legs and tied them, and did the same with my hands behind the back of the armchair. He put my mobile phone's earpiece in my ear and asked me to call my husband and have phone sex with him.

I accepted, completely submissive, while a constantly increasing heat coursed through my body. As I was talking to my husband, he knelt in front of me, without undressing, and began to lick my pussy. In a few minutes, I came on his face, at the same moment my husband also came, groaning at the other end of the telephone line, murmuring obscene words to me.

Then Mr. G., without untying me and without saying anything to me, stood up and left the room.

I remained in that position for more than an hour, alone in the empty room, naked, tied to the armchair with my legs raised and open. I was a little afraid, I was stunned, but the heat showed no sign of leaving me. Then the door opened and Mrs. Artemis entered. As she approached me she asked if the president licks nicely and, without wasting any time, she brought her hand to my pussy, touched the wetness with which it was flooded, and got the answer to her question.

She sat down next to me without untying me and told me:

- From this moment on, we both have something in common that will last forever. We are Mr. G.'s mistresses. She revealed to me that this is how it had happened with her too, 20 years ago, and with many other women as well. I asked her to untie me but she shook her head negatively.

- No, my dear, she told me. You will stay tied up like this for at least two days. That's how it was with all of us. Two maids will take care of you, if you need to pee or shit in the position you are in, and afterwards they will wash you very thoroughly so you remain clean both in front and behind. If necessary, they will also give you an enema because Kostas is particularly meticulous about cleanliness. During this time, he will offer you as a vessel of pleasure to whichever friends or associates he invites here to his villa. And I assure you there will be quite a few. In my own case, imagine, it was over twenty. They will come one by one, or even two or three together, they will come on you like a whore and they will leave... In the end, Kostas will enter the room, he will lick you, he will suck the semen of his friends that will be overflowing from your ass and your pussy, he will whip you and hurt you because you became a real whore, and he will keep you forever in his life with gifts and abundant money so you can supply him with new women for his collection...

Three days later, Mr. G. was sucking from my pussy and my ass the semen of the men who had torn me apart. I don't remember exactly how many, maybe over a hundred. As soon as he entered the room he was a different man. The politeness and gentleness had been replaced by a look of contempt. He spat in my face, whipped me, swore at me endlessly and then knelt and began to lick me...