[offc] [1993-09-23] Office Sales Call [MF]
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.
Word Count: 1980
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/ 09-23-1993 Rajah Dodger (c) All Rights Reserved