“I would like you to meet Ms. P, our Executive Account Manager for Group Sales.” The bald middle-aged vice-president said as he introduced me to another bald middle-aged vice-president. Harry Hancock was always proud to have me by his side at these inter company meetings or parties. I don’t blame him, as we circulated through the crowd I could sense the other partygoers giving me the once over. I was dressed in a tight designer suit with a low cut blouse. I also wore a bustier for Mr. Hancock so that we’d be the center of attraction here.

“How did she become a Manager so fast? She’s so young, only twenty-five.” I heard someone whisper as I took a glass of wine from a tray.

“Must have fucked her way into that position using a lot of positions.” Came the reply.

I smiled to myself, if they only knew. The ascent to my present position was ludicrously fast for a company that didn’t promote people often. Tongues wagged at possible improprieties that may have gone on between Mr. Hancock and myself, but these were unsubstantiated rumors.

“Glad to meet you. Mr. Bender.” I said as I was introduced to another Vice-President.

“Ah, Ms. P. I’ve heard a lot about you. Call me Richard.” He said to my breasts as his eyes ate up my ample bosom. “Hooters, I mean Harry is very lucky to have you on his team.”

Bender blushed at his gaffe and quickly regained his composure. “Little hot in here. Don’t you think?”

I replied with a laugh, “The heat usually rises when I’m around.” Trying to defuse the situation.

Bender also laughed and continued, “I was talking to Mr. Nipples… Nichols that… I think I need another drink. Do you? I see… well… I have talk to Dave in accounting. I’ll tit… talk to you later. Have a good evening.” Bender’s face was flushed a deep red as he retreated into a crowd.

Mr. Hancock was laughing his ass off at that exchange. He came behind me and whispered, “I would have paid a million bucks to have had that on video. Bender never loses it and you unraveled him.”

It wasn’t always like this though. The company hired me as a clerk after I graduated from university. My title was Executive Assistant for the Assistant Manager for Northeast Inside Financial Sales. Say that three times fast. My first boss Tim wasn’t too demanding and did a lot of the mundane work that I should have been doing.

He did introduce me to a lot of people in the company one of them was Mr. Hancock. His office was near my cubicle and he walked by daily to chat. I was honored that a V.P. would want to talk to a grunt fresh out of school.

I talked to one of the other girls, Heather at lunch about Mr. Hancock, and she said, “Honey, next time he comes by to talk, notice this; he won’t be looking at your pretty face.”

I knew what she meant by that remark and the next day, I wore a very loose top to work. As predictable as can be, Mr. Hancock came to my cubicle.

“Good morning Mr. Hancock.” I greeted him with a smile.

His eyes traveled from my face to my breasts and he replied. “Hi Ms. P, how are you doing in your new capacity.”

I answered bubbly, “Tim is great and I love this place. Everyone is so nice, especially you.” As he ogled my breasts, I swept my arm across my desk and knocked a pen on the floor. I bent over to pick it up and he almost had a stroke as my breasts swayed in full view for him to take in.

“I’ve heard a lot about your good work.” He flustered as he gazed at my chest. This was pure unadulterated bullshit because I worked in a completely different department and I was new here. He should have substituted “good work” for “big tits”.

Mr. Hancock came by several times that morning to stare at my boobs and once even got me coffee. Heather and I laughed at lunch when I told her about what happened.

“He’s married with grown kids. He’s totally harmless if you ask me. Let him look. He’s probably beating off in his office.” She laughed. I giggled with her but thought to myself, “What if this were true?”

That afternoon I saw Mr. Hancock emerge from his office and sent a message to Heather to watch. She poked her head over her cubicle wall and winked at me.

Mr. Hancock came over and Heather positioned herself at the water cooler to watch.

Mr. Hancock asked my breasts, “How was your lunch, Ms. P?”

My breasts replied, “Not bad, we went across the street for the melon salad and milkshake.”

“Really.” He responded.

“I eat a lot of fruits and veggies but I think I need more meat. A girl needs a thick juicy piece of meat once in a while. Don’t you think?” I inquired innocently.

By now Heather was silently killing herself laughing at our exchange.

Mr. Hancock didn’t know what to say. He left my desk muttering to himself, “Piece of meat…”

As he walked away, I went to Heather and we hurriedly got into an elevator where we laughed so hard, tears streamed down our faces. We got off on the ground floor and went outside still laughing.

Mr. Hancock arranged to have me transferred to his department a few weeks later. This new position offered more work and better pay. However, Ms. Schlitz, the Assistant Manager for West Coast Personal Long Term Bond Accounts was my new boss and an ogre. She hated that Mr. Hancock would stop by and chat with me and she hated my breasts. I often worked late into the evening creating useless reports and spreadsheets that didn’t mean a heck of a lot to anyone other than the dried old Schlitz. I doubt that she read any of them.

One Tuesday evening at about seven, I was working on the latest Sales Commission vs. Activity Report by Gross Sales, Sub Region, Sales Account and Salesperson and totally engrossed in my work.

Mr. Hancock came by and said, “I need to see you about the last Quarterly Sales Report. I have it in my office.”

I followed him into his office and sat facing him his mahogany desk between us. I looked around his large office and saw a few pictures of his wife and children. “Nice family.” I thought, “Too bad his wife always looks like she needs an enema.”

“I need this report sorted by region and salesperson.” He started. “I also need a separate report broken down by leads and actual sales.”

“Great, more work.” I thought.

“I’ll get on it tomorrow, as soon as I finish the work I have for Ms. Schlitz.” I said with fake eagerness.

“I need this stuff A.S.A.P. I’ll talk to Ms. Schlitz tomorrow about it.” He said.

I said to myself, “Fantastic, now the gaping Schlitz will have more reason to hate my guts.”

“There is an opening in this department, that I’d like to fill. We can have an interview right here and now.” He said enthusiastically.

“A job offer or does he want to fill me.” I wondered.

Mr. Hancock got up and closed the door behind us. I had an inkling that he was going to make a pass at me.

"I was right!" I thought when he blurted out, “I am really attracted to you. Do you think we could go out for dinner sometime?”

I answered, “Sure, but what would your wife say.” And I pointed to his photos.

Mr. Hancock countered, “That old battleaxe, with all her committees, garden clubs and fundraisers, she’s got less time than I have.”

“I don’t know Mr. Hancock. You being married and all. If you haven’t noticed, you’re old enough to be my Dad.” I said mockingly.

“Oh, that hurts.” He said feigning injury. “I may have snow on the roof, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a red hot poker below.”

“Mr. Hancock!” I exclaimed. And then lowering my voice, I whispered in my sweetest little girl voice, “I’ll judge how hot your poker is.”

As I strode over to his side of the desk, I unbuttoned my top and let it drop to the floor. My large breasts tumbled free as I released the clasps. As I approached him, Mr. Hancock’s eyes went wide as saucers as my boobs swayed back and forth as if beckoning to him.

He reached up and cupped them and held them in his hands in amazement as if they were trophies.

“Go ahead Mr. Hancock, they won’t bite.” I told him.

With that, he buried his face into my breasts. I straddled him in his large executive chair and ground myself into him.

“You have the most beautiful tits I have ever seen Ms. P.” He said as he nibbled on my nipples.

“Oh, you say that to all the girls.” I replied as I reached down to unzip his fly.

His cock sprang into my hand as I released it from it confines and I stroked it slowly.

“Ms. P, how about orally reviewing the subject at hand?” He asked earnestly.

“Always the manager.” I thought, “Forever ordering people around. Oh well, for the good of the department…”

I slid off his lap and took his erect staff in my hand and licked at his hairy balls.

“Oh my, you really know how to get to the bottom of things.” Mr. Hancock gasped as I tongued his scrotum.

“One of my strengths is to explore new areas that can benefit your organization.” I said between licks.

I licked my way up his turgid member and engulfed it into my mouth.

He groaned, “Your oral skills do not need any improvement.”

Popping his cock out of mouth, I said, “The better to service you, Sir.” And went back to sucking his fat pole.

“Ms. P, I really must test your other skills.” Mr. Hancock said.

I stood up and lifted my skirt and said, “ Mr. Hancock, there’s an opening I’d like you to fill.” And bent over his desk.

“And what an opening it is.” He said as he felt my dampness through my panties.

He removed them and said, “Now to examine your soft skills.” With that, he took me from behind and rammed his rigid shaft into my waiting pussy.

As he fucked me and groped at my tits, I looked down at his desk at the picture of his wife. It looked as if they were at a gala that night. A forced smile was on Mr. Hancock and Mrs. Hancock had a large smile on her pickled face.

“What a old prune. Probably not getting any” I thought.

Mr. Hancock’s strokes into me quickened and his breathing became labored. I felt his cock stiffen in me and he came. Torrents of cum washed into my pussy as he sprayed me with his spasming shaft.

He sat down in heap and said breathlessly, “Ms. P, the promotion is yours. I don’t have a position now, but I will by the end of the week.”

With that, I became Executive Account Manager for Group Sales. I have a great salary, a large expense account and company car. I can’t explain any of this because our company doesn’t do group sales. I really don’t do much during the day and Heather is my Executive Assistant. A dozen smoke breaks, lunch and we go home.

Oh yeah, I have a weekly late night meeting with Mr. Hancock. What does he mean by group sales…

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