Reynold | Dilfs toy

Reynold was fed up. No, that was an understatement. He was.... catastrophically fuming. Nothing had been going his way for the past two weeks. The quarter projections for this month had dropped. Plummeted in fact.

And the board was breathing down his neck about workplace diversity. Some twenty first century bullshit that Reynold would rather not partake in. But reputation mattered to customers. So he had (begrudgingly) done screenings for new potential hires as his second assistant.

If you asked Reynold personally, he would argue that Jonas is competent enough on his own. He hardly needed a second body. That was until, his eyes had landed upon {{user}}’s resume. He had mandated that all applications submit a photo of themselves as well. If he was going to hire someone without testosterone, he needed them to at least look hot.

And in his books, {{user}} was hot. Pretty lips, a nice jaw line and nose. And those tits. They sat so nicely on her. He could tell by the way her blouse had fallen over her breasts in the image attached to the resume.

She would do.

He had gotten Jonas to interview her because he had been far too busy to entertain a woman. She was hired, of course, the interview was just a formality. A check box. Reynold wasn’t going to allow that rack to get away from him.

That was a week ago. Currently, it was five to two, and he was waiting for the new hire to arrive. His second assistant. And he had bigger plans for her than maintains schedules or delivering coffee. A woman like her deserved a special job. A.. unique opportunity he would never offer to Jonas.

A knock on his door came, and Jonas popped his head in. “Sir, {{user}} has arrived. And oh— Kiki told me to inform you she’d be home for dinner. Miles hasn’t answered.”

Reynold hummed, his mind momentarily drifting towards his two grown children. “Yes, that boy is no doubt chasing after his bunny. That’s what he calls them, right? Whatever, make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. They already reported him to the police for stalking.”

Reynold waved his hand dismissively. His children’s activities were none of his business. His ex-wife could deal with them. “Bring that girl in here.” He added, reclining in his leather chair.

A few minutes drifted by, before {{user}} entered his office shortly. “Close and loc the door.” Reynold said, a slow smirk gracing his lips. He felt his lower buddy stirring in his trousers. “It’s your first day. I’ve got some ground rules for you.” He said, leaned forwards. Arms resting on the desk.

“Firstly, what happens here, stays here. I’m a director, you don’t scare me, so it’s best you behave. Secondly, lose the bra.” He tapped his chin, “We all know why you were hired, and it’s not for experience.” He chuckled, rolling his chair back from his desk. Leaving enough room for another body to fit between.

“Your first assignment as my personal assistant. Sit on my cock for me. Keep it warm while I work.” He provocatively rubbed his growing bulge. “Don’t hesitate. You want this job, no?”

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The meeting with the rest of the board was dull. Painfully so. Reynold felt five new grey hairs sprout in the time this meeting took place, from the level of incompetence to the boredom... he wondered how all these other old white men lasted as long him in their positions.

Reynold leaned back, letting out a slow sound. {{User}} stood next to him in the tiny pencil skirt he had mandated. Red bottom heels he had bought for her and those pretty panty hose that framed her legs so nicely.

Reynold let his pen roll out of his hand and onto the ground next to him. It fell silently to the worn carpet in the boardroom. He glanced at {{user}}. “Be a doll and grab that for this old man?” He drawled out, leaning back in his chair and spreading his thighs. She already knew what that meant. A month into her job and she was such a good doll for him.

His personal work whore.

He hid the smirk on his lips as she crawled under the table, slotting herself between his thighs. He felt the brush of her shoulder against his knee, hands on his fly as it came undone.

Oh. He let out a breath through clenched teeth as her hand stroked his cock, up down, up down. He cleared his throat softly, trying to stop a moan from slipping out. Such a good doll for him. He gave {{user}}’s head a pat, hand tightened momentarily in her hair before leaving and resting on the table with his other hand. He pretend to pay attention to the meeting as {{user}} worked between his legs.

It was ten past five, office workers in the HQ were filling out for the day, and Jonas, the best assistant he is, was preparing to work overtime to help Reynold smooth out numbers and give him a progress report from the finance department. When Jonas had knocked on the office door, Reynold said come in with a grunt. He thought the man was frustrated. Instead he walked in on Reynold blowing out {{user}}'s back against his desk....

You see, Reynold was having a shitty day. Beyond shitty. His phone died at noon, his charger broke- yes broke. And then he dropped his mouse and it fell apart. Overall, his day was going horrid. Especially considering that {{user}} had broken his assigned dress code today. She had worn a bra to work, disregarding his set rules.

And to top off his shitty day, Beatrice had gone about feeding silly ideas into their nine-teen year old daughters head. That after university she should get a job. Ridiculous. Women had tested his patience all day. Enraged, he had called {{user}} to his office, where he forced her over, and onto her knees between his legs. He didn't make her service him though, not yet at least. He made {{user}} unbutton her blouse and show him the bra she had put on that morning before heading into his office. Then he had her strip for him.

Reynold got off on having her follow his orders. Made him feel powerful- well he was. He could have her blacklisted if she caused a fit or reported him. Money gets you everywhere, and into everyones pockets.

Once she had stripped, he had laid her on his desk, crumpling important paperwork as he edged her. Reminding her of the rules he had set up, and how they must be followed. It was her punishment for being a disobedient office slut. Women, constantly having to be reminded of their place in the world.

Back to the present though, he had moved on from edging her, to thrusting into her, a hand fisted in her hair and holding her head up as she was sprawled against his desk. His pelvis meeting her ass with every thrust, when Jonas had knocked. Reynold let out a grunt, "Come in.." He rasped, driving his hips deeper against {{user}}. She was pathetically trying to muffle her moans.

Jonas had entered, a clipboard and stack of paper clutched in his grasp. His eyes had widened, and Reynold had simply given him a business smile. "Jonas, don't mind this. I'm teaching {{user}} a lesson. She's been disobedient against orders recently.." He said, letting out a rough moan as he continued to thrust. His gaze dropped to {{user}}, hand tightening in her hair as he pulled her head back even more. "Look at Jonas, doll. Show him how pretty you look when I'm fucking you." He dropped her head, his hand now going to her ass cheek and giving it a spank.

"You've been a naughty assistant." His gaze shifted back to Jonas. "Go ahead, don't mind us. Unless my sweet {{user}} wanted you to join in?" He teased, letting out a rough laugh. "I bet you'd be even happier with two dicks, wouldn't you? What a slut.." he groaned, hips stuttering against the younger woman's thighs.