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Just Business Chapter Three: The Real Boss

Tiffany is up to something, but what is it? What trick does she have up her sleeve?

I came into work with a huge smile on my face. Finally, I was going to get to fuck the biggest tits I had ever laid eyes on. Not only that, but I was sure Tiffany's tits weren't the only part of her that I would be fucking.

I got into the elevator to go up; the door was about to close when a hand reached in and stopped it.

"Lucky," I grinned as Mike stepped inside.

"Yeah, just made it," Mike smiled as he stood beside me.

For the first few floors, there was silence." “I am glad Tiffany talked you into staying," Mike said.

"I am glad she did also," I grinned. 'Because I am going to ram my cock between her tits as soon as possible,' I thought.

"We were really trying to keep you," Mike mentioned as the elevator continued going up.

"What?" I reached for the stop button.

"Yeah, didn’t Tiffany give you the offers we gave her?" Mike asked.

"No!" I exclaimed as I stood in front of him.

He reached past me and pressed the elevator button to continue.

"We gave her multiple offers, but she told us you weren’t interested in staying," Mike continued. "Trevor and I were very happy when she finally told us that you had turned down Turnstone and decided to stay onboard."

'That bitch!' I swore.

"She didn’t give you anything?" Mike asked, puzzled. "She must have forgot, ever since Max broke up with her, she has been having a bad turn for the worse."

"Wait!" I stepped back.

"Max broke up with her?"

"You really are out of the loop, aren’t you?" Mike shook his head with a smile as the elevator door opened. "You might want to talk to your supervisor."

Mike walked off, leaving me stunned.

I slowly walked in a slight daze, thinking about everything that had happened lately. It was Tiffany who told me that the uppers weren't interested in me getting promoted. It was Tiffany who said they had turned down my request to move up.

Everything came back to Tiffany. I had never talked to the others; anytime I wanted to, it was Tiffany who told me not to, and now it was Tiffany who had gotten me to stay.

I walked towards one of my coworkers. "Hey Gregg?" I asked as he stared at me. "That open job offer that you told me about, where did you get the notification that it was open?"

"Oh, Tiffany told me about it," Gregg shrugged like it was no big deal. "Which I found strange because…."

I stopped listening. Tiffany knew that I had gone to Gregg, the resident know-it-all and blabbermouth. She knew I would go to Turnstone for a job offer."

"I think she did it because her brother Kane works there," Kaylee added.

"Kane Tuane?" I asked.

"Yeah, that’s him," Kayle nodded.

Kane was the man that I talked to directly. Tiffany had strung me like a puppet, but for what reason? What reason could she have for stringing me along?

I walked to her office and knocked on the door.

"Hi," Tiffany smiled as she was sitting on the edge of her desk, waiting for me.

"You bitch!" I snarled at her.

Tiffany smiled, that mischievous smile, the one where the person knew something.

"Finally caught on, huh?" Tiffany started to unbutton her white shirt. "Took you long enough!"

"Why!" I yelled.

"Temper, temper!" Tiffany waved a finger back and forth at me.

She sauntered her way over to me.

"You made me want to quit!" I stared at her as she circled me with that shit-eating grin.

"Yup," Tiffany admitted.

"You made it seem the company didn’t want me!"

"Also correct!"

Tiffany kept circling me as I stood rooted to the ground.

"You orchestrated me going to Turnstone!"

"Ding ding!"

"Then you made me make that deal!"

"Yes!" Tiffany held my arm. "You have no idea how many strings I had to pull to get to this point!"

"Why?" I grabbed her and shook her. "Why did you do it!"

"To get this," Tiffany grabbed my crotch and squeezed. "You are so blind that you don’t see what’s in front of you."

Tiffany flipped her long red hair to the side and showed off a tattoo right behind her ear. A black spade with small letters BBC.

"I have been wanting this since the moment I changed my lifestyle," Tiffany kept squeezing. "Max was the one who told me he would love to see me be fucked by a black cock, at first I turned him down, but once I saw the endless videos and stories he had about big black cocks, it changed me."

Tiffany smiled. "When I told him that I wanted to get fucked by a huge one, he was so happy, but then he got upset when I told him I didn’t want him to watch, that it was just for me, he dumped me!"

Tiffany giggled as she dropped to her knees in front of me. "Then I heard Michaela talking about how thick and long your cock is, and how she could barely fit it inside her, that’s when I knew I wanted you."

"You played me!" I looked down at her as she unbuckled my belt. She had made me want her; she did everything just to get me to like her, want her, think of her. I had walked right into her trap.

"Like a fiddle!"

I watched as Tiffany's eyes went wide the moment my cock sprang out of my boxers.

"And I won!" Tiffany smiled.

Her mouth opened, and slowly she inched my hard cock into her mouth. I moaned as her cherry red lips slid over it. She held onto me as she guided her mouth down the full length of my cock.

I wanted to be mad at her for playing me like a fool, but her mouth felt so good on my cock. "I fucking won!" Tiffany said as she took my cock out of her mouth with a loud pop.

"Did you?" I grabbed a handful of her red hair.

"Yes!" Tiffany hissed. "You want me just as bad as I want you!"

Her wild eyes met mine, and in that moment, in that single, solitary moment, I knew she was right.

I shoved my cock back into her mouth. "This is what?" I gritted my teeth and held her head. "Is it?"

I started fucking her mouth and throat. "Then fucking take it!" I gripped Tiffany's head hard and forced my cock down her throat. "It’s all yours, it’s what you want, isn’t it!"

I pistoned my cock in and out of her mouth, not letting up or going slow. I fucked her mouth like it was just another tight hole for me to fuck.

"Fucking red-headed slut!" I cursed at her as I relentlessly pounded my cock into her mouth. "Cheating whore!"

Tiffany didn't put up a fight as I used her mouth to get me off. I took my cock out of her mouth, and she spat as it came out."

"Yes, I am!" Tiffany breathed. "But I am your fucking slut now!"

"Are you?" I slapped her face with my cock. "Say it again!"

Tiffany grabbed my cock and rubbed it all over her face. "I am yours, I am your fucking slut, your whore!"

I grabbed the chair and sat down. "You promised me a tit fuck!"

"Yes, I did," Tiffany smiled, ripping the rest of her shirt open. "I always do what I promise."

Tiffany guided my cock under her bra and between her breasts.

"Fuck yes!" I watched the head of my cock between her huge breasts.

"Is this what you wanted?" Tiffany asked as she milked my cock with her tits.

"Yes," I nodded. "Every day from now on!"

"No," Tiffany shook her head. "With what I am getting from Max after the divorce. We won’t be working here anymore."

"You thought of everything haven’t you?"

"Yes," Tiffany nodded. "You will fuck me every day until you breed a baby into me, and then we will have a family!"

"I can’t fucking wait!" I sat back and watched the redhead use her tits to fuck my cock.

"I told you the first day we met," Tiffany grinned as she lowered her head to lick the tip of my cock. "I always get what I want!"

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