That's the kind of business trip it was.

Even a month later, that unusual "walk" with Maxim wouldn't leave my head. "Still, it was probably a useful experience," I thought. The only problem was, I couldn't really tell anyone about it. My sister would kill me, my girlfriends would blab. So I kept it all to myself. Meanwhile, our company was going through some tough times. Salaries were cut and people were slowly leaving, but we landed a contract with a firm in another city. Our guys were already there, when suddenly our company director, Anton Mikhailovich, told me to pack up urgently and go there. I

agreed immediately, as I really loved business trips.

— "Katya, you're urgently needed in Nizhny Novgorod. The guys have been struggling with our clients for so long, it's just exhausting."

— "Really, Anton Mikhailovich? Oleg and Ilya are very experienced! So it must be something really complicated," I parried.

— "That's exactly why you're going there!"

— "Okay, Anton Mikhailovich, I'll be happy to help the guys!" I said cheerfully.

— "What? Help? No, no, no. You're going there *instead* of them. I'm moving those two somewhere else. We do have several contracts brewing up now."

— "So I'll be all alone there?" I inquired.

— "Yes, Katya! All hope is on you," Anton Mikhailovich said happily. "I know you're very good at handling such matters. After all, I did check some references when I hired you." The thing is, at my previous job I handled such deals, and out of the five times I was involved, I didn't lose a single contract. All were signed on our terms. They even gave me the nickname "Iron Grip," which I didn't particularly like.

— "Iron Grip, right, Katya?" asked the director.

— "Anton Mikhailovich, how do you know that?" I asked in surprise.

— "Oh, I know everything!" he said with a wink. "Alright, pack up—you're flying out tomorrow!"

— "So soon?"

— "Yes, and no arguments! The pay will be good," the director concluded.

When I got home, I started packing. When I told my husband about the business trip, he even seemed a little upset.

— "And for how long?"

— "A week. Hopefully, maybe I can finish earlier."

— "And what am I supposed to do without you for a week?"

— "Well, honey, it's just a week," I said coquettishly.

— "So what should I do? I'll go crazy here!"

— "Go hang out with your friends. You haven't met up in a while. Well, if not... you have your hand," I continued teasing him.

— "No, the hand is not an option. I have you now. And officially!" my husband said joyfully.

— "Well then, I don't know. Want to fill a glass to the brim by the time I get back!" I decided to joke.

My husband's eyes opened so wide in surprise that I was surprised myself.

— "Wow!!! That's an option! Are you really going to go for that?" he asked, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

— "Go for what?"

— "To drink it?"

— "Oh no, of course not! In a week, it would surely go bad! I was just kidding!"

— "No no no, we'll think of something!" he said, his excitement growing. "You can be sure of that!"

The next day, I was already in Nizhny. After settling into a luxurious hotel, which our clients didn't skimp on, pulling myself together and freshening up, I went to our clients' office. To say the negotiations were difficult would be an understatement. Now I understood why Oleg and Ilya had been struggling for so long. It really wasn't easy here. No one wanted to give up their positions. In the end, it was the third day of negotiations. At three in the afternoon, the company director announced a break.

He and his assistant got up and left, leaving his youngest assistant behind. I didn't get up immediately either, lost in thought for a bit, pondering how to shake up these stingy guys, then got up and went to the mirror where a carafe of water stood. Meanwhile, that young assistant appeared behind me. His name was Mikhail. Suddenly, I felt his hand under my jacket, on my blouse, and how it started creeping upward.

— "What do you think you're doing!?" I said, finishing my water.

— "Nothing out of the ordinary," Mikhail said breathlessly.

I tried to push him away, but he grabbed my hands, and seeing the ring on my finger, said: "Oh, you're married too. That's very arousing!"

— "Get away from me!" I started to shout, but at that moment Mikhail pressed on my throat and covered my mouth.

— "Don't you want to leave here soon with a signed contract?"

— "I do, but definitely not this way!"

Horror enveloped me. I had never had anything like this happen before, some strange man pinning me against a mirror like this. I felt him pulling down my pants, and then my panties. I kicked as best I could, but he held me so tightly I couldn't do anything. I heard his pants come down, and thanks to the fright, I mustered enough strength to free one hand. With it, I hit him in the crotch. I was stunned; I had never seen such a huge cock. It was definitely even bigger than my friend Max's.

Maybe not by much, but now after Max, any will seem huge to me! Besides, when I hit his balls, I brushed the head of his cock with the back of my hand, and it was all wet. "Did he get so aroused that he produced that much pre-cum!?" flashed through my mind. Mikhail bent over for a moment from the blow, but immediately straightened up and choked me with such force that everything went dark.

— "Bitch, do you really think you can stop me? I've wanted you since Monday! Ever since you walked into our office! Relax and we'll both be satisfied!" he concluded. Then I felt him starting to knock at my ass.

— "No, no, no. Not there!" I quickly babbled.

— "Quiet! I know what I'm doing!" Mikhail said in a commanding tone and squeezed my throat with all his might.

I was distracted for a moment because it was hard to breathe, but just as sharply, I switched my focus back to my ass due to the sudden pain. With his cock, that was to be expected. And unlike Max, he started pounding quite quickly, without much warm-up. And besides his natural pre-cum on his cock, there was no other lubrication. He didn't even bother to use his tongue. I will remember this anal sex forever. With sharp thrusts, he drove his piston into me. And when he managed to drive it all the way in, I heard a sound like something tearing. I stood in that position for another 10 minutes, after which he came, and I, all tearful from the pain, didn't know how to pull myself together. He took a long time to come, about twenty seconds. And he had a lot of semen.

— "Well, are you satisfied?" I asked pleadingly.

— "Not yet, wait a minute!" Mikhail blurted out.

He started groping me again, now on my breasts, and rubbing his cock against my ass. Surprisingly, his cock got hard again very quickly. And before I could even say anything, the cock was back in my ass like a bullet. And that's when the very painful sensations began. I immediately started moaning and telling him to stop. The pain was increasing, but he wouldn't stop. The burning and stabbing feeling grew stronger, when suddenly the door swung open and the secretary walked in.

— "Sergei Nikolaevich, you... Mikhail Alekseevich!?" The secretary stared at us with wide eyes and did something incomprehensible, alternately covering her mouth and eyes.

— "Anya, get out of here! Sergei Nikolaevich has stepped out. You didn't see anything, understand?" Mikhail snapped at her.

— "Yes yes yes, I'm sorry!" Anya said apologetically. I can imagine what we looked like to this Anya. To be honest, it even aroused me a little, but then I came to my senses and realized it was terrible. The door closed and Mikhail continued his business. He increased the amplitude, and the itching inside me grew stronger. When Mikhail started to finish inside me, he said a phrase that was terrifying to me at that moment:

— "Katya, we have a little problem here!"

— "What is it?"

— "Well, you're bleeding. Not much, but there is some!"

At that moment, my legs gave way. And not even from the pain, but from what I heard. "What do I do now?" flashed through my mind.

— "Here, wipe yourself," Mikhail said, handing me tissues. "And go wash up, the bosses will be back soon! We'll discuss everything with them now and wrap it up, and after that, I'd advise you to see a doctor!"

With difficulty, after pulling myself together, I went back into the office. Five minutes later, the bosses returned. Everything, as if by magic, quickly and easily concluded in favor of my company. We shook hands and parted ways. Surprisingly, during that time, the itching subsided and my ass calmed down too, but fear still overwhelmed me, and I decided to go to a doctor right after leaving the office. Naturally, I went to a private clinic to see a proctologist. I had never been to this kind of doctor before, so everything inside me was trembling. I was met by a pleasant-looking man in his fifties. He was very approachable and asked with interest how he could help.

— "What seems to be the problem?"

— "I don't even know where to begin..." I started.

— "Don't worry, just tell it like it is!" he said encouragingly.

— "Well, I had casual sex today... anal sex, at the end of which I started bleeding. Not a lot, of course, but there was some."

— "Oh my! That definitely needs to be examined! I'll schedule a colonoscopy for you right away. We'll take a look. Don't worry!"

After that lengthy and far from pleasant procedure, some time later, the doctor called me into his office.

— "Well, Ekaterina, everything is more or less okay with you. There's a small tear. And to be honest, I'm very surprised it appeared. You have a very elastic interior. Many would be envious. What, excuse the word, were you fucked with that such damage occurred?" the doctor inquired, smiling slightly.

— "With what? With a cock," I replied.

— "Wow! Must be about 22 centimeters! And even though everything is elastic for you, it's quite narrow. Be more careful next time. Make sure to warm up properly. Was this at least your second time or something?"

— "The second," I said sheepishly.

— "Crazy girl! Take care of yourself, and don't let such giants enter without preparation," the doctor said, grabbing his forehead and smiling. "Here are some suppositories for you. Take them for about two weeks and everything will heal. All the best."

— "Thank you very much."

I left the clinic in a good mood. I got a good doctor; he didn't scold me for anything, just took care of it and helped concretely. I wish there were more like him. There were still two days left of the business trip, but the work was already done. I decided not to return home early and to take the rest of the time off. At that moment, my phone rang. "Oh, hubby!"

— "Hi, darling! How are you?"

— "Hi, honey! Everything's great, and you? When are you coming home?"

— "I'll be here until the end of the week, can't leave earlier!"

— "I see. Well, okay, I'll endure. Oh, you have a gift waiting!" he said with a chuckle in his voice.

— "What kind of gift is that?"

— "You'll find out when you get home! Kisses, honey!"

— "Kisses to you too!"

I wonder what that gift could be?