There are many hot three-word combinations.
'I love you' is one of them.
'Please fuck me' is another.
But my personal favorite is 'Anything he wants'.
And I'll tell you why.
Daryl Grant was an account representative from a sister company, scheduled to visit our metropolis for a few days only. But his account was rather important to our firm, which is why the boss wanted me to make sure his stay here was as pleasant as possible. As senior executive assistant, I usually wasn't asked to do anything as mundane as travel arrangements.
But this time was different, the boss said. This man was different.
He was the key to a merger that had been six years in the making, and apparently, this visit was all about showing this rep how accommodating we could be to him. If suitably impressed, he would give the go-ahead to his superiors, and the deal would be closed.
So I made the travel arrangements for Daryl Grant as instructed. It was simple to do, I'd done it many times before, back when I was a junior assistant.
I even agreed to meet him at the airport and drive him to his hotel. I thought that was a little much, but no one asked for my opinion. But I thought what the hell, it got me out of work early.
'Take good care of Daryl Grant,' my boss said as I was leaving. 'Make sure he gets anything he wants.'
'No problem,' I said, 'He'll get it.'
A few days later, at the airport, I stood near the gate that Mr. Grant's plane would unload at. I held a sign with his name on it so he could identify me. Within moments the plane had arrived and the passengers were disembarking.
I searched the eyes of every well-dressed man in his early to mid-thirties, wondering which one he would be. The last few passengers walked out, and for a second I wondered if I was at the wrong gate. Where was Daryl Grant?
Then one last person appeared -- and he was gorgeous!
Tall, at least 6'1', handsome with dark brown hair and a clean-shaven face. He wasn't buffed out, but he inhabited his expensive suit with confidence, his body lean and toned within his shirt and pants. His eyebrows were dark above his even darker eyes.
My mind was whirling: was it him? No, it couldn't be! But it had to be! The man turned toward me, read my sign and gave me a big smile full of bright white teeth.
'You must be Chris,' he said.
'It's nice to meet you, Mr. Grant.' I answered, 'We've been expecting you.'
We shook hands, and his grip was firm and warm. Just like something between my legs that was hardening just being this close to such an attractive man.
'When your boss said his secretary would meet me at the gate,' Mr. Grant said as he reluctantly released my hand, 'I imagined a mousy woman in her fifties, certainly not...you.'
Was he coming on to me? I wasn't sure -- yet.
'I'm glad you're pleased, Mr. Grant.' I said. 'I'm here to escort you to your hotel, and to make sure all your needs are taken care of.'
He gave me that award-winning smile again.
'Well, they've thought of everything, haven't they?' he asked.
'Yes, Sir,' I answered with a smile of my own. 'I suppose they have. If you'll come with me, please?'
'I'll be right behind you.' he said.
I hope so, I thought but did not say. As I led him towards the terminal exit, I imagined being on my stomach, naked on top of a bed, with him behind me, on top of me, fucking my tight ass with his stiff cock.
Anything he wants, my boss had said, Anything he wants.
I led Mr. Grant through the crowded airport, fully aware of his eyes roaming up and down my slender 5'9' form. I knew my asscheeks were clearly visible beneath my tight slacks. I hoped he was pleased with what he saw. I was almost sure he was. I know I'm hot. I try not have a big ego about it, but it serves me well. Like this time, with Daryl Grant.
I noticed he hadn't asked me to call him by his first name, and I liked it. My experience was that when I've met someone new and they ask me to call them by their first name, it's a gesture of false familiarity, implying an intimacy that doesn't exist. I hated it when people did that. But not this time -- this man was Mr. Grant, the visiting executive, and I was just Chris, the subservient secretary. For some reason I thought the distance and formality was important, and needed to be maintained.
We walked out the doors heading for the parking lot since Mr. Grant only had a carry-on bag and no checked luggage. I wanted to look at his crotch, but knew that would be inappropriate, at least at this point. So I contented myself with imagining his large cock, nestled tightly in the briefs I pictured him wearing, the organ shifting slightly as he walked.
We reached the waiting town car, where our driver had been waiting patiently for our return. Unlike me, the driver (a young guy in his twenties) was being paid by the hour, so he didn't care how long it took us. He got out and started to open the passenger door for Mr. Grant.
'That's okay,' I said, 'I'll do it.'
'Sure thing,' said the driver and got back in the car.
I opened the door for the executive and he grinned at me.
'Thank you, Chris,' he said as he slid into the backseat of the town car. 'Where are you going to sit?'
I tried not to smile.
'Where would you like me?' I asked innocently.
'If you sit back here with me, we can talk about the deal.' he said.
'Great.' was my answer. I walked around to the other side of the car and got in, sliding next to Mr. Grant on the comfortable seat.
Reminding the driver of the hotel where the executive was booked to stay at, I also told him we wanted some privacy and pressed the button that made a pane of darkened glass separate the front seat and the back. Did the driver throw me a knowing wink before he turned back around?
I settled back in my seat. It was quite a large space we had, but I didn't care. This was one man I wouldn't have minded being in very tight quarters with. He smelled nice, a combination of expensive soap and a tiny hint of flattering cologne.
'Mr. Grant.' I said expectantly.
'Chris.' he answer without hesitation.
There was a moment of silence where we just looked at each other, savoring each other's appearance and presence.
'You wanted to talk about the deal.' I reminded him finally.
'Right!' he said suddenly. 'Well, if this deal works out, I think both our firms will benefit greatly.'
'My superiors certainly think so.' I said.
'Do you think so?' he asked me.
'Me?' I said, surprised, 'I'm just a secretary, Mr. Grant.'
'Don't underestimate yourself, Chris.' he said. 'You've got a brain, a sharp one I'd guess. What do you think about the deal?'
I realized suddenly that he had moved closer to me, sliding on the leather seat until his knee was almost touching mine. Between my legs, my cock, which had softened during the ride to the car, reawakened. The visiting executive's heady presence was turning me on greatly. I tried to focus my attention -- what had he said? What do you think about the deal?, that was it.
'I think the basic idea is good,' I said, not believing that I was talking about a business deal with a visiting client that was so hot I could hardly concentrate. 'But some of the details could be finessed. There's more to be gained here than my bosses seem to realize.'
'Be specific,' Mr. Grant said, as his hand moved to my leg and rested there. Feeling his touch was wonderful, even through a layer of fabric. I told him my ideas about the deal, and as I did I gently took his other hand in mine and brought it to my crotch. His fingers brushed against my erect cock, which was straining inside my boxers, begging for attention.
'Those are fantastic ideas.' he said, 'and you haven't told your boss any of them?'
'No, of course not.' I said as Mr. Grant stroked my dick through my pants. It was so surreal to be discussing one thing and doing something entirely different, like loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. 'I'm just a secretary.'
The executive took my face with the hand that wasn't between my legs, gently. 'I'm sure you're much more than that, Chris,' he said, and kissed me. His mouth was firm and strong, his tongue soft but insistent. My arousal was enflamed and I pulled his shirt out from his pants so I could slide my hands under it to feel the hairless planes of his chest.
The kiss ended, much too soon, and we just sat there for a moment, our hands feeling each other, looking into the other's eyes.
'So you're here to take care of my needs.' he said finally.
'That's right.' I said. 'I've been instructed to give you anything you want.'
There was a pause.
Then he said: 'You know what I want, Chris?'
'What, Mr. Grant?'
'I want you to suck my cock.' he said.
'It will be my pleasure, sir,' I answered immediately.
The sexy executive leaned back against the seat and unfastened his belt. A few seconds later his expensive pants were unzipped and the briefs beneath were tented high by his dick.
First I touched it through his underwear, feeling the hard, hot meat inside. Then I slid my fingers under the waistband and pulled outwards from his body.
'Ahhh...' I moaned at the sight of his beautiful uncut penis. Even though Mr. Grant's cock was hard, it hadn't fully emerged from its foreskin yet. Its pink head looked delicious, and I took it in my mouth. The executive let out a moan of pleasure as I gently massaged his cockhead with my tongue. I swirled it around the knob of hard, warm flesh, wanting to make Mr. Grant feel as wonderful as he made me, as hot and sexy and desirable.
I wondered briefly if the driver had figured out what we were doing back there. It didn't matter. I moved my head downward, taking more and more of his thick shaft down my throat until the head hit the back of my mouth.
Then I started sucking his cock, moving my head up and down so he would feel the sensations as my lips and tongue caressed him in that most intimate of places.
'Mmmm...' the executive murmured, letting me know he was enjoying every second of it. As I gave him the best blowjob I could he put one hand on my head, as if holding me there, not wanting me to stop. I had no intention of stopping, of course. I found it all incredibly exciting -- sucking a handsome man's dick behind darkened glass in the back of a car being driven through city traffic.
Mr. Grant groaned with bliss as I pleasured his dick. It was thick and long and felt fantastic in my mouth and down my throat.
With the hand that wasn't holding me up I reached between my legs and felt my own hot manmeat. I wanted to jerk myself off until I came but I forced myself to wait -- it wasn't the right time, not yet.
Pretty soon the sexy executive's breathing sped up, and I knew he was close.
'I'm gonna shoot!' he said breathlessly, and I took my mouth off of him. Then I lifted his shirt up and away from his body so when he came he wouldn't stain his expensive clothes. 'Oh yeah, man,' Mr. Grant said, and shot a nice load up above his groin. He threw his head back in ecstasy, moaning out one long 'Yeeeaaahhh...' as the orgasm rocked his body. I watched him as he slowly recovered, and opened his eyes with a look of great satisfaction.
'Very nice.' he said finally.
Mr. Grant reached up into a ceiling compartment and brought out a hand towel. I glanced out the window while he cleaned himself up and got his pants back on. It had gotten dark already.
'We're just about there,' I said, and moments later we pulled into the driveway of a very nice hotel. It was the place my company always provided for visiting clients and executives, much more expensive than I could afford.
As soon as our driver stopped the car, young sexy hotel employee boys greeted us -- opening the doors for us, taking Mr. Grant's bag.
'Would you accompany me to my room?' the executive asked me.
'I'd be delighted,' was my answer.
I thanked our driver and told him he was done for the night. He gave me a knowing grin and thanked me.
Mr. Grant and I checked in, and the hotel boy with his bag led us up to a penthouse suite overlooking the city. It was a gorgeous room, beautiful and comfortable, with only one bed. The executive tipped the boy, very well by the grin on the boy's face, and ushered him out, closing the door behind him.
I walked out to the balcony and looked at the shining cityscape.
'Nice view,' Mr. Grant said from behind me.
'Yes,' I agreed, 'the city's really pretty at night.'
'I meant you, not the city.' he said, joining me on the balcony.
'Thank you,' I said, surprised. We stood there for a few minutes watching the view.
'Anything I want?' Mr. Grant asked finally.
'Anything you want.' I answered.
'I want to get rimmed while I look at the city.'
'My pleasure.' I said, and reached for his belt buckle. I unfastened it and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor. I removed his shoes and socks and put them neatly by the bed. His pants I folded and hung in the closet on a hanger.
When I turned back to the balcony I saw the most beautiful ass I'd ever seen waiting for me. I joined Mr. Grant and knelt down behind him, feeling his butt with my hands. The double moons of his cheeks were firm and strong mounds of flesh, yet the skin that covered them was smooth and soft. I kneaded them with my fingers, gently caressing them. The executive exhaled with pleasure: 'Aahhh...'
Then I pulled his cheeks apart and smelled him. His asshole was fragrant, rich with musk and light sweat. I brought my face close, flaring my nostrils as I inhaled his odors deeply.
Wetting my lips with my tongue, I pushed in deeper, actually between the cheeks. Then I licked his asshole, running my tongue up its entire length and then down. Mr. Grant murmured with bliss and approval. I continued licking him, every few seconds pushing my puckering lips against his hole. I wanted him to experience not just pleasure but different pleasures, a variety of sensual delights for him to savor.
When his hole was sufficiently moistened, I tried actually pushing my tongue against his asshole, gently seeking entrance. The ring of muscle that surrounded his hole was tight, but after a few minutes it began to give way, just a bit. I was patient -- the night was long.
Little by little I worked my tongue until I could push it inside him, inside his butt. It was a sublime feeling. I made love to the man's asshole, using my tongue to fuck him gently but urgently. I know Mr. Grant liked it because he pushed his butt back toward me, as if wanting more and more of me inside him. Actually, 'like' isn't strong enough a word, I think he loved it!
'Oh man,' he said, 'This is living -- a gorgeous view to look at, and a gorgeous man to give me anything I want.' I stopped rimming him long enough to ask, 'How has your trip been so far, Mr. Grant?'
'Pretty damn fantastic so far, Chris.' was his immediate answer. 'You better stop. I don't want to come again yet.' I obeyed, leaving his beautiful ass reluctantly, and stood up. The handsome man took me in his arms and kissed my lips. I could feel his fast and excited breathing.
'I want you to make love to me.' he whispered in my ear.
'Yes, sir,' I said happily. 'I've been hoping you would.'
I took him to the bed and asked him to lay down on his back. Quickly I stripped off my clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. Then I joined that hunky man on top of the bed, laying next to him and kissing his arms and shoulders with puckered lips.
Mr. Grant rubbed his leg against my hard cock, making it even more anxious and excited. 'I love the feeling of your mouth on my body,' he said as I continued to kiss him. With my lips I worked my way up to his neck, which I licked like I was a thirsty dog. Soon enough I was at his chin, and then I kissed him properly on the lips. The visiting executive sighed with pleasure as I pushed my tongue gently into his mouth. His own tongue found mine and soon they were dancing together, exploring each other first tentatively, then more forcefully.
Mr. Grant pulled me over himself so I was right above him. My cock seemed to stretch even longer, as if being his close to the other man's asshole was making it hungrier than ever.
'Lay on me,' he said when he realized I was still supporting myself on my hands at his sides. 'I want to feel your whole weight on me.' I obeyed, letting my body gently settle down on his. Mr. Grant's chest and abdomen were hard and toned, and felt wonderful beneath me.
'Make love to me, Chris,' he whispered huskily, 'I want you inside me.'
I needed no more convincing. I slid back to the edge of the bed and reached down for my pants. When I found them, I pulled the condoms and tiny bottle of lube I'd brought out of my pocket. Kneeling back up on the bed, I opened one of the square foil packets and pulled out the latex sheath.
Gently I unrolled it down over my hard dick and I was ready for action! Crawling back over on top of the executive, I split his legs apart and pulled him to me until my cock was at his asshole. Squirting some lube into my hand, I used it to slick my dick. I lifted the hot man's legs into the air and rested them on my shoulders.
'Are you ready, sir?' I asked him.
'Yes, Chris,' he said, 'Do it.'
I pushed my dick into his asshole and he closed his eyes.
'Yeah, that's it,' he said, 'Fuck me!'
Mr. Grant wanted to be fucked, and it was my job to make sure he got everything he wanted. It was fantastic to make love to him this way, sliding my cock in and then pulling back, then going in again. He breathed deeply and sighed beneath me, overcome with passion. It felt so wonderful, for both of us I guess, but that level of intensity was impossible to maintain for very long.
The executive grabbed his cock in one hand and started jacking himself off. My own delicious friction inside was building up to take-off very quickly.
'I'm coming, Chris!' Mr. Grant said.
'Me too!' I answered as I pulled out of his ass. Yanking the condom off, I jerked myself the rest of the way -- together the executive and I climaxed and shot loads of hot semen all over his chest. Our yells of ecstasy and release mingled, then slowly died as the bursts of pleasure faded into blissful afterglow. We looked at each other, still panting and trying to catch our breaths. Then I got off of him and laid down next to him.
'I want you to hold me while I sleep,' Daryl Grant said.
'Anything you want,' I whispered in his ear as I wrapped my arms around him. 'Anything you want...'