Fifty Shades of Grey Tentacles by Anita Dobs Page B

thinker.
I took a seat as he turned around,
    “Please take a sea....” He began to say,
before seeing me already sat, “Oh, you already have, fine. No
problem.”
    “Mr Grey, I think I should warn you, I'm an
independent strong willed woman, no man tells me when to sit.”
    “Fair enough.”
    “Further more, although I am hot, it doesn't
mean I'm not exceptionally intelligent also.”
    Grey was taken aback by my boldness, but I
could see he was impressed.
    “Erm, OK, so shall we get this interview
started?”
    “Mr Grey, do not attempt any sexual innuendo
with me!” I warned him.
    Grey raised his eyebrows, those attractive
eyebrows covering those predatory eyes of his. He'd deliberately
not looked at my tits even once in the twenty seconds I'd been in
the room, and was now toying with me, trying to break down my will.
I was fighting it tooth and nail, but I could feel myself squirming
in the chair in front of him, as he walked across the room with his
truly fine muscular billionaire buttocks protruding from his
pants.
    “Look, Miss James, I'm not making any sexual
innuendo's and feel it would be highly inappropriate anyway.” He
said, obviously trying to cover-up his gross error of judgment,
“Why don't you just ask me the questions you have prepared.”
    The truth was, I didn't have any questions
prepared. I'd not had time, so I asked him the first thing that
came to mind as I got my notepad and pencil out of my bag, while
crossing my legs seductively.
    “Mr Grey, how would you initially go about
seducing me... I mean seducing any attractive woman?”
    Grey paced up and down the room,
contemplating the 'award-winning' question I'd posed. His broad
shoulders seemed to take up the entire width of the room, and I
started to imagine him throwing me onto his table and ravishing me
by ripping my top off, with my ample breasts bursting forth into
his mouth.
    “Well.” He finally began after a long pause,
“I suppose I'd invite them out to dinner and get to know them
first, to find out if we were a suitable match.”
    “Oh Mr. Grey! I may be a naive and virginal
young girl, but even I know that's not the modus-operandi of a
world class BDSM expert!” He was taking me for a fool, but I wasn't
buying it, I'd been writing erotic stories for way too long to fall
for that one. Grey looked shocked and asked me,
    “Well, what would you suggest Miss
James?”
    “Hypothetically speaking, and only
hypothetically speaking you understand, I'd insinuate some sexual
activity to me by playing with something shaped like a penis, in
those strong hands of yours.”
    Grey looked on his desk and picked out an
item,
    “You mean like this staple gun?” He asked,
holding it up.
    “No Mr. Grey! That does not look like a penis
at all!”
    “So, as a young virgin, exactly how many
penises have you actually seen?”
    He was toying with me again. The truth was,
I'd never seen a real live anaconda-like cock in front of me, much
less sucked on one.
    “I know what they look like Mr. Grey, I did
take Biology.”
    “Ah, you took Biology, so you're a real
expert then.”
    I didn't like the tone of his voice, I knew
he was challenging me and I only had two options, to fold, or to
play my hand. I'd come too far to fold - about three miles in fact
- and so I upped the anti, and challenged him,
    “OK Mr. Grey, why don't you show me your
billionaire penis that is talked about every night on the news that
I pay little attention to.”
    Grey was flustered, I could tell he was, as
he started quickly undoing his belt as fast as he possibly could. I
had him right where I wanted him. Moving over toward me, he stood
beside me and let his pants and boxer shorts fall, revealing the
most beautiful hard and rigid cock I'd ever seen; although of
course, I'd not actually seen any, but I imagined this one topped
the lot of them. Grey held it erect and proud in his hand, sliding
it up and down and teasing his fingers over the tip. I felt my
pussy