Office Sales Call, by Rajah Dodger

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.

"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 laid on top of him as they relaxed
languidly, stroking each others' 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 busines 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!"