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Subject: {ASSM} Office Sales Call, by Rajah Dodger [MF]
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     Office Sales Call, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright (c)
1993.  All rights reserved, except that electronic not-for-profit
reproduction rights only are explicitly granted with the stipulation that
this authorship and permission note must remain attached.



     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."



     Carol 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.  Carol 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.  Carol
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 Carol 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 Carol 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 Carol's mouth and throat drained
him. His heart was pounding, and the air gave him a sudden chill while Carol
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," Carol 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 Carol 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.  Carol
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. Carol 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 Carol 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.



     Carol 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 Carol 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.



     Carol 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.



     Carol 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 Carol 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!"



     Carol 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!"



***** {END} ***** Completed 1993-09-23, 1980 words



Copyright (c) 1993 Rajah Dodger (rdodger@hotmail.com)
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