Bob Mathews was the quality manager for Farthing
Software’s new products division, and had been
successful enough to rate a corner office on the
fifteenth floor. He was reviewing the notes from his
last conference when he was surprised by the
appearance of a striking thirtyish woman in a
jet-black business suit carrying a large sample case.
“Excuse me…?” he began.
“Hi, I’m Carol Parker from G-Case Products,” the
woman began. “We had an appointment this morning to go
over our product line.” Bob belatedly checked his
appointment calendar, and found that he indeed had
marked the company down for that morning. Carol
continued, “We’ve got a new approach to code
repositories that will give your team higher
reliability and increased productivity. I’ve got
several demo packages here, if you’ll just let me put
them on your computer.”
Bob rolled his chair to one side as the woman
came around the side of his desk, put a disk in the
drive and began the installation procedure. His
attention was distracted by a vague, almost musky
scent he couldn’t quite identify, and he was lost in
thought so that Carol had to call his name twice when
she was ready for him.
“I’ve got the main package in your DEMO
directory,” she said as she moved around behind him.
Bob was just aware of the pressure of the front of her
business suit against his shoulders but tried to focus
on the software in front of him. The demonstration
was, indeed, very impressive, and when she finished
Bob could tell her honestly that he was interested and
ask her to get some more information from her sample
case. He took the opportunity when she walked away to
adjust his pants, which were becoming uncomfortably
tight. Carol’s position leaning over her sample case
did nothing to help, as her skirt clung greedily to
her hips. She stood up, and Bob averted his gaze
quickly before she could see him staring at her.
Carol came around his desk again with two more
disks to install. “I wonder what perfume that is,” Bob
mused. As she worked, he took the opportunity to
surreptitiously look over her profile from the auburn
pageboy to her angular nose to the definite swell of
her breasts behind her jacket. This time he was
looking at the computer screen when she finished, and
she suggested he run this demonstration himself while
she stepped back to watch.
The new package was a standard “slide-show”
program, giving summaries of her company’s software
features and benefits. Carol stood close beside him,
giving details as each frame appeared. Suddenly, a
slide appeared that was definitely not part of the
company software! It was a color picture of a woman,
dressed in a black bra and red panties, with her hand
pushing the panties down and her fingers tangled in
her pussy hair, obviously masturbating. Her eyes were
closed, there was a flush on the visible part of her
breasts, and her fingers were damp and glistening.
Bob’s breath caught in his throat, and his
erection came back with a vengeance. “What…” he
began, then looked up at Carol, back at the picture,
and back to Carol again. There was no mistaking the
face…
“Yes, it’s me,” said Carol, as she reached into
her pocket, “and since you seemed so … interested
earlier, I thought you’d like that photo. These come
with it.” With that she pulled a pair of red panties
out of her pocket, brought them down past Bob’s node
and placed them in his hands. Once again he smelled
that odd musky scent, but now he knew where it came
from.
“I *do* assume your door has a lock? Don’t get
up,” she continued, “I don’t think you’d want one of
the office secretaries to know about your … little
problem.” She sauntered over to the door, closed it
and turned the lock. “Now,” she said, “since you’ve
seen so much of me, I’d like to see what you’ve been
trying to hide down there.”
Carla came to where Bob was sitting and put her
hand lightly over his crotch. “Are you going to do
this, or shall I?” she smiled. Bob stood up, loosened
his belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop to the
floor. Then he pulled down his undershorts, his cock
slapping heavily against his stomach as it came free
of the waistband. Carla stroked his fleshpole with
her panties, breathing a count faster as she watched
it pulse in the air. “Nice,” she said, “why don’t you
put these on and see what it does for you?” Bob
flushed, but couldn’t deny the thrill the words gave
him.
He sat down and removed his shoes and socks,
stepped out of his pants and slipped the red panties
up over his legs. They were ridiculously inadequate
in size, holding his balls but only about an inch of
his cock. Carla came to him and cradled his
silk-covered balls in her hand, hefting them
experimentally. She flicked her thumbnail against the
purplish head, then wrapped her arms around him and
kissed him savagely. Her tongue and his dueled as she
ground her skirt against him, shifting from side to
side and feeling his excitement. She pushed Bob back
down into his chair and pulled his legs apart, leaned
down and blew on him, hot moist air on pulsing flesh,
inhaling his own scent as she breathed. “Let Carla
show you how to maximize your potential” she murmured,
and wrapped her ruby lips around the head.
Bob writhed as she bobbed slowly up and down,
trapping his cock between the nubbly roof of her mouth
and her rasping tongue. He gripped the sides of his
chair tighter as Carla began to move her head faster,
varying her rhythm and occasionally letting his cock
come out of her mouth with an audible “pop!” before
devouring him again. Soon, too soon, he felt the
telltale tightness in his balls, and when she stroked
them through the silk it was the final trigger to push
him over the edge.
“Aargghh!” “Urrrggg!” “Ummffff!” Bob moaned
through gritted teeth as he thrust his hips again and
again, while Carla’s mouth and throat drained him. His
heart was pounding, and the air gave him a sudden
chill while Carla was licking him clean and doing
something with his cock and balls. She lifted her
head and smiled devilishly at him, poking her tongue
out.
“Now let’s see how your vendor relations are,”
Carla smiled, and moved away from Bob’s chair. He
watched he slowly remove her jacket and blouse as he
shook his head and sat up. She was wearing a
front-fastened bra, and as he watched she unsnapped it
and pulled it off, freeing a pair of freckled globes
with reddish-brown crinkled areolae. Bob noticed that
what Carla had done with his cock was put some sort of
Velcro strap around it, but his attention was focused
on her slow striptease. “You like?” she asked,
cupping her breasts and rubbing her thumbs over the
nipples. She moved her hands to her skirt and slid it
off, delighting in Bob’s smile of delight when he saw
she had nothing underneath but a garter belt and her
own damp thatch. “See what you did to me?” she
continued, “I think you should do something about it
— like lie down on that carpet!”
Bob hustled off of the chair and lay down on his
back on the floor. Carla stood over him, letting his
gaze wander all the way up from her red high heels to
her glistening pussy hair. She bent her knees and
slowly settled down on his outstretched tongue. “Oh
yeah, baby, that feels NICE!” she said as Bob started
lapping at the proffered flesh. He used his thumbs to
part her labia and swabbed her up and down, savoring
her arousal and rubbing the bridge of his nose against
her budding clit.
She sighed and pressed down harder so he had to
work to keep enough air to breathe. He prodded the
tip of his tongue at the entrance to her pussy, which
flared just enough for him to wiggle the tip inside.
Carla was kneeling now, squeezing her left breast
rhythmically as she rubbed herself on Bob’s face. She
stood up, briefly breaking contact, then turned around
and kneeled over him again. Now Bob had direct aim
for his tongue, lapping her labia before insinuating
it into her pussy again. He rubbed her clit with one
finger as Carla started moaning and toying with his
nipples.
He was already hard, but the cock strap made sure
nothing would happen too soon for her. Soon she
started shaking, pushing back against his tongue and
urging him on by stroking his balls. Bob worked
harder, licking and sucking her juices out until she
cried out and came hard on his face, panting and
flushed as her muscles squeezed the life out of his
tongue. Finally, she relaxed and he drew his sore
member back into his mouth.
“Stay there,” she said, and turned around to face
him. She rubbed her nipples so Bob could see them
become dark and hard, then licked her finger and
started slowly stroking her clit, humming to herself
as her eyes closed in passion. When she opened her
eyes, she bent her knees and settled down on his erect
cock, taking him into her slowly so he felt every inch
of her hot wet flesh around him. She reached back and
stroked his balls, and Bob jerked his hips, his cock
pulsing in want even through the strap.
Carla smiled, and started moving up and down,
diddling her clit with one hand as she used him as a
living dildo, bringing herself back up to a peak until
she was once again flushed deep red and panting
heavily. As she started moaning, she jerked the strap
loose and Bob thrust his now-free cock with all his
pent-up energy deep into her, pushing her into another
orgasmic plateau as his cock, responding to the
overstimulation, sent stream after stream of cum
pulsing out of him. His eyes glazed over as Carla
slowly began to come down from her passion, still
moving slowly on his cock as their combined lust
dripped slowly down between his legs to the carpet.
Carla bent forward and lay on top of him as they
relaxed languidly, stroking each other’s bodies. He
played with her nipples, enjoying her quiet gasps of
pleasure at his light pinches. She rubbed her foot up
and down his leg, massaging him with her toes until
the heard the sound of his wristwatch alarm. “I have a
lunch appointment,” he said, “much as I hate to move
right now.” She laughed at that, and sat up to move
but he held her there, just sitting in his lap, as Bob
stroked her breasts and slid his finger around her
clit and pussy until she came, quietly shivering.
Then he released her and she rose shakily to her feet.
Carla looked down at the wet spot on the floor
and grinned. “I hope your cleaning staff can handle
that,” she said as she dressed. “So tell me, Mr.
Mathews, what do you think of our… services?” Bob
took a tissue to himself, looked at the red silk
panties, and thought “what the hell…”. He tucked
himself into them before pulling on his pants, looked
Carla over again, and smiled back. “I think we can
definitely do some business here,” he said, “as long
as you promise me that *you* will be the one who comes
when it’s time for training!”
Carla moved to him and kissed him, then pinched
his ass as they separated. “Oh, I will *definitely*
be coming,” she smiled, “I wouldn’t want to miss out
on your… training!”