It was hard enough to make it in the world of business as a woman.
It was even harder for someone who was a divorcee at age 38, with two bratty teenaged daughters. It was harder still for someone who was still devastatingly attractive, with conspicuously large breasts and hair so blonde it looked like it had been dyed.
Or, in other words, if you were Charlotte Saunders.
And yet somehow she had risen to the rank of Partner at Global Comfort, an international company with offices in 23 nations, specialising in high-end tourist experiences. And if she played her cards right, she had a very real chance of making Senior Partner before the end of the year.
That is, if she could just squeeze out her chief rival, the handsome but hateful Zachary Bates. He was three years younger than her, he looked like a model when he poured himself into an expensively-tailored suit, and he went golfing with the other Senior Partners every weekend.
Zach took the opportunity to sabotage her at every opportunity. He undermined her projects, he ridiculed her opinions, and she was pretty sure he was spreading false rumours about her sexual history in the office. Since Zach had been promoted, she had caught a lot more men staring at her tits in meetings. She had found a crude cartoon on the photocopier one evening that showed her nude and kneeling in front of an anonymous man to suck his dick. She had walked into the breakroom one day to find a group of men laughing, and one saying, “Holy shit, with a *dog*?” – and the way they had all fallen immediately silent when they realised she was there was very suspicious.
That was why Charlotte was outraged when she heard that Zach was being sent to Etrebor to do the groundwork for a new office.
“This should be *my* opportunity!” she raged, in the office of James Haber, the Senior Partner who had initiated the project. “I’m the one who did the numbers on expansion! I’m the one who supervised the successful rebrand of our cruise lines! You *owe* me this!”
“Calm down, princess,” said James.
Charlotte gritted her teeth. That was Zach’s fault, too. He had started calling her “princess” in meetings, and rather than disciplining him, the Senior Partners had picked up the habit.
“I’m serious,” said Charlotte. “You should send me.”
James tutted, and furrowed his brow. “Is it your time of the month, princess?” he asked.
“You know it’s not,” she said, resisting the urge to slap a man who could very definitely ruin her career. This question, too, was Zach’s fault. Zach had championed an initiative to require female employees to put their menstrual cycles in a public calendar, so men could see when they would be “more irrational than usual”. The result had been that Charlotte was no longer invited to meetings on three days of every month, or asked for her opinion during that period.
“You need to be realistic, princess,” said James. “You don’t know anything about Etrebor, do you?”
Charlotte hated the demeaning assumption implicit in the question – that she wouldn’t know anything about a company where they were about to do business, as if she were some kind of brainless bimbo …
.. but also, he was correct.
“No, sir,” she admitted.
“It’s a very misogynistic country, princess,” said James. “They don’t respect women there. We could hardly send you – they’d never take you seriously. Not just your gender, but also – well, to be honest, the size of your breasts.”
Charlotte resisted the urge to cross her arms protectively over her tits.
“I’m sorry, princess, but it’s true,” said James. “Etrebor has some very particular opinions about women who are… generously endowed, in the chest region.”
Charlotte took a deep breath, resisting the sudden urge to exhale again when she realised she was just further emphasising her chest.
“Sir,” she said, “if I can get the men in this company to take me seriously enough to make me a Partner, then I can do the same in Etrebor. At least give me the chance.”
“This is far too important an opportunity for us to take a *chance*,” said James. “And besides, princess, you have two daughters, don’t you? You’d have to take them with you, I presume. Should you really be doing that, as a mother?”
“Zach has an eighteen-year-old son!” Charlotte protested. “And he’s taking *him*!”
James sighed. “You’re going to keep being hysterical about this until I give in, aren’t you?”
Charlotte bristled at the word “hysterical”, but she swallowed her irritation. “Yes, sir, I will.”
“I suppose,” said James, “that we could send *both* of you. At least that way there will be a man to take point. And it would be a good opportunity for you to work together and improve your relationship – and it would let you both demonstrate your talents to the Senior Partners. Do you think that’s something you could make work?”
Charlotte hated the idea. Working *more* closely with Zach? But letting Zach take this opportunity by himself was career suicide for Charlotte.
“Of course, sir,” she said, hoping that she wasn’t lying.
James looked at her closely. “Etrebor has some very… unique… requirements for women, princess. They’re quite oppressive. You might find some of them… embarrassing. Are you really sure about this?”
“Yes, sir,” said Charlotte again.
“Very well,” said James. “I’ll set it up. Go tell your daughters that you’ll be moving to Etrebor for a year.”
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It was the next day that Charlotte got the first idea of just how strange and difficult her trip to Etrebor was going to be.
“Marry him?” she screeched to James. “What do you mean I have to *marry* this jackass?”
She was back in James’ office, and Zach was there too, sitting in an office chair and grinning.
“Women in Etrebor are property, princess,” Zach said. “Didn’t you do the reading? If you took your daughters over there as a single women, you could be raped by any man who saw you – and collared and enslaved, if they decided they liked you. You need a supervising man to keep you safe, and that can only be a father, brother or husband.”
“It’s just for the duration of the assignment, Charlotte,” agreed James. “And it will only be on paper. You just sign the paperwork, and you’re technically Zach’s wife for the duration of the trip. We have a prenup for you to make it easy to do a divorce as soon as you get home.”
“You don’t even have to promise to love, honor and obey me, princess,” said Zach. “I think you’re getting off easy.”
And so Charlotte found herself down at the local government offices, signing a piece of paper that declared her the legal wife of the man she hated most in the world.
When it was done, Zach put a hand on her shoulder and said, “Do you want to go to the hotel in one car or two?”
“Hotel?” said Charlotte. “What are you talking about?”
“To consummate the marriage,” said Zach, smiling.
Charlotte wrinkled her nose, and pushed him away hard.
“What? No! Gross!” she exclaimed. “You’re lucky I don’t report you for sexual harassment.”
Zach grabbed her arm and pulled her into a shadowed corridor of the government office building, where he pushed her up against a wall.
“I’m deadly serious, princess,” he said. “This marriage isn’t legal in Etrebor if it’s not consummated, and I swear to God if you don’t do this I will tell the first man I see in Etrebor that you’re my fake wife. James knows about this, and he approves.”
“You’re insane,” spat Charlotte. “I’m not going to *fuck* you, Zach.”
“We don’t need to do the whole thing,” said Zach. “It’s enough if my cock has been inside your pussy. I’ll wear a condom. Just in and out, once, and it’s done. You don’t even have to take all your clothes off.”
“Or we could not, and say we have,” said Charlotte. “If you sabotage this Etrebor assignment, it’ll be your head on the block as well as mine.”
“Listen, bitch,” Zach spat, leaning closer. “I didn’t want you on this trip. You’re a liability to me. It will be easier without you. You pushed your way into this project without an invitation. Either you can cooperate and make this work, or I can tell the Senior Partners what a difficult cunt you are. Which is it going to be?”
Charlotte flushed with humiliation. She should say no, she knew. She should insist on her dignity. But she thought of that cartoon she had found on the photocopier. Someone in her company had made copies of it. Distributed it. And not one of the people who had received it had complained about it, or reported it as inappropriate. Dozens of people had seen her comically depicted as a cocksucking slut, and enjoyed it, and approved.
Did she really have allies in the Senior Partners? Allies who would disapprove of Zach wanting to put his cock into her?
She wasn’t so sure.
She had worked so hard in her career to come so far. She had asked for this. She had chosen to take a gamble on Etrebor despite James’ protestations. Was she really going to throw it all away on a matter of principle?
And so an hour later she found herself arriving at the Grand Jupiter Hotel, and asking at the reception for the room that Zach had booked.
The receptionist looked at her strangely as he told her to go to Room 305, and it was only as she was walking away that she realised why. She was a big-titted blonde, and she was going to a room that was booked for a single night, and arriving separately from the man who had booked it.
The receptionist thought she was a prostitute.
And as she rode the elevator up to Zach’s room, a strange thing happened to her. She felt her pussy start to throb.
Why? There was nothing erotic about this. It was degrading. It was humiliating. It was gross. She was going to a cheap hotel room to let a man she hated put his cock inside her.
And yet… she felt herself growing wet between her thighs. Her cheeks were flushing. Her nipples were hardening.
By the time she was knocking on the door of Room 304, she was forced to admit that was she was sexually aroused.
Zach opened the door and let her in.
“Hello, princess,” he said. “Come in.”
It was a small hotel room with a queen bed. Zach had made no effort to make it comfortable or romantic.
“All right,” said Charlotte, trying to keep a businesslike tone in her voice. “How do you want to do this?”
“Well, I think you should start by exposing your breasts,” said Zach.
“Absolutely not,” said Charlotte. “You told me we would do the bare minimum to make this work. I’m keeping my clothes on.”
Zach laughed. “Well, it’s embarrassing,” he said. “But the fact is, I find it hard to get aroused unless I can see a woman’s tits. Help me out, would you?”
Charlotte looked at Zach’s crotch. There was a noticeable bulge under the cloth of his pants.
“You’re already erect, you slime,” she said. “Stop fucking around.”
“I appreciate that your eyes went straight to my dick,” said Zach, “but you’re mistaken. Are you really going to be difficult about this?”
Charlotte fumed. This was nonsense – and yet, the fact was she simply needed to get through this interaction. Once she got to Etrebor she could largely ignore Zach and get to work on demonstrating her value to the Senior Partners.
Reluctantly, she unbuttoned her blouse to expose her white cotton bra, then reached behind herself to unsnap it, and shrug it off her shoulders. She hated that she was exposing her large breasts to this man who she despised, but she could endure a little humiliation to beat him in the long term.
“Magnificent,” said Zach. “I guess you’re not completely worthless after all, princess. Now give me your panties.”
She hated this too, but obviously she had to remove her panties to allow Zach to put his dick in her. She reached under her skirt and rolled down her pantyhose, removing her high heeled shoes to take the pantyhose off entirely. Then she pulled down her panties, and handed them to Zach.
“Good girl,” said Zach.
He unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. It was of a reasonable size, and – as Charlotte had thought – already erect. Pre-cum was glistening on the tip.
He passed her a condom. “Put this on for me, would you?” he said.
She threw it back at him. “Put it on yourself,” she said.
Zach picked it up. “Honestly,” he said, “I don’t actually need to wear a condom. I’m willing to risk whatever diseases you have, and if I accidentally get you pregnant, that would be a problem for you, not for me. I think it’s *you* who wants me to wear a condom, so it’s you who can put it on.”
“Fuck you,” said Charlotte. She tried to stare him down.
Zach made no effort to meet her gaze. He stared at her bare tits, with a hateful grin on his face, and he stroked his exposed cock with one hand.
“Ugh,” said Charlotte, finally. “you’re a pig.” But she opened the condom packet, took it out, and then – grimacing – she began to roll it down over the tip of his cock.
Zach sighed with happiness at the sensation. “Good girl,” he said again.
“Don’t call me that,” snapped Charlotte.
“What do you want me to call you?” said Zach. “A dirty slut?”
“Maybe just keep your mouth shut entirely,” said Charlotte.
“Whatever you want, slut,” said Zach.
Charlotte resisted the urge to crush his cock in her hand.
When the condom was on, Zach smiled again. “Are you wet?” he asked her.
Charlotte looked up at him, and flushed. She wanted to say no – but what was the point of lying? And what would he do if he thought she wasn’t wet? Make her masturbate? Use lube? Just fuck her anyway, and laugh when he found out she was lying?
“Yes,” she admitted.
He did laugh, and the sound cut to Charlotte’s soul.
“I thought so,” he said.
And then, without warning, he put a hand on her throat, and pushed her sideways, and back, away from the bed, until she was pinned against the wall.
He moved in, pressing against her, with her bare tits against his button-up shirt. He lifted her skirt with his free hand, and a moment later she felt the tip of his condom poking against her pussy.
She couldn’t breathe – not because he was choking her, because honestly he wasn’t. His hand controlled her throat, but didn’t press against her windpipe. Instead, she was simply so overwhelmed by what was happening that her body and brain had stopped working.
“Spread your legs,” Zach whispered, and she obeyed immediately, instinctively, shifting her legs apart to spread her pussy.
And then Zach pushed his cock into her.
Charlotte hadn’t been penetrated by a cock since her first husband had left her, ten years ago. And the truth was, it felt amazing. She couldn’t help making a little squeak of pleasure.
Zach eased the full length of his dick into her, pressing hard against her, his eyes looking into her eyes.
“There we go,” he said, when his cock was fully inside her. “Marriage consummated. Do you enjoy being my wife?”
“No,” Charlotte whispered.
“Your cunt says otherwise,” said Zach. He flexed his cock inside her, and she couldn’t help but shudder with pleasure.
“We’re done,” said Charlotte. “Let me go.”
“In a moment,” said Zach. His cock was still inside her. He wasn’t thrusting – he was just resting there, in her fuckhole. “Did you know in Etrebor that husbands own their wives? Do you like being my property, princess?”
“No,” Charlotte whispered again.
“I never got to kiss the bride at my wedding,” said Zach. “I think we should fix that, don’t you?”
“No,” said Charlotte again.
“Yes,” said Zach. “Kiss me and I’ll let you go. But it has to be like you mean it.”
“No,” protested Charlotte.
“I can stand here all day, princess,” said Zach.
She looked at him. She hoped that the expression on her face was one of pure hatred and revulsion – but she knew her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were parted slightly, and she feared that it might instead look like an expression of lust.
“You’re cute like this, princess,” said Zach. “You may as well hurry up and kiss me.”
She stared at him a moment longer – and then gave up, and leaned in, and kissed him. She had intended it to be a *sarcastic* kiss, short and dismissive. But when her lips touched his, she discovered just how hungry her body was for intimacy, and she found her tongue diving into his mouth without any active thought on her part. She moaned as Zach pressed back against her, kissing her *hard*…
… and despite her pride, her dignity, and all her intentions, she felt her hips beginning to buck against Zach’s cock.
He kissed her, and kept kissing her, barely letting her breathe, and the longer he kissed her, the harder she began to fuck herself against his cock. Through it all, he never moved, never bucking his own hips, letting her do all the work.
And then, just as she felt an orgasm approaching – an orgasm that would be humiliating and demeaning for her, and yet one that she didn’t feel able to resist – he took his hand off her throat and moved it to her hips, pushing, holding her against the wall so that she couldn’t keep fucking him.
“Slut,” he whispered, smiling.
She looked at him, uncomprehending, pushing against his hand, wanting to fuck him just a bit longer, until she could cum.
“Say it,” he said. “Say you’re a slut, and that you’re my property, and I’ll let you cum.”
She went bright red. God, she hated him.
She wanted to cum. She wanted to cum badly. And she just had to say…
No. She wouldn’t say that. She had some self-respect.
“Fuck you,” she said, and stopped pushing her hips against his hand.
Zach shrugged – and stepped back, pulling his dick out of her.
“Oh well,” he said. “I guess we’re done.”
He pulled the condom off his dick and tossed it to her. She missed catching it, and it landed on her tits, wet and rubbery. Zach zipped up his pants and said, “I guess the next time I’ll see you is on the plane, princess. I’m looking forward to it.”
And with that, he left.
Charlotte was left feeling confused, humiliated, degraded – and still horny. She knew that she should just dress and leave, with what remained of her dignity.
But maybe she could just…
She sat on the bed, and then laid down and spread her legs. With one hand she began to masturbate. Her orgasm was so close.
But even as she rubbed her pussy, she knew something was missing. Zach’s cock? Maybe. But she had been wet before she saw his cock. She tried to summon the feeling she had felt in the elevator on the way up. What had it been? Anticipation? Fear?
It had been the knowledge the receptionist thought she was a whore. Humiliation. Degradation.
And with that, she knew what she needed in order to cum.
She picked up Zach’s condom from off her tits – and slowly, pushed her tongue into it, tasting Zach’s dick, licking up his pre-cum.
And at the taste of Zach’s spunk, she felt herself cumming.
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