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Office Sales Call
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,its 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
betweeen the nubbly roof of her mouth and her rasping tongue. He
gripped the sdies of his chair tigher as Carla began to move her
head faster, varying her rhythm and occasionally letting his cock
come out of ther 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.
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