Message-ID: <54427asstr$1157091003@assm.asstr.org>
From: "rdodger" <rajahdodger@gmail.com>
Mime-Version: 1.0
NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 1 Sep 2006 02:42:53 +0000 (UTC)
User-Agent: G2/0.2
Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
Injection-Info: e3g2000cwe.googlegroups.com; posting-host=68.93.82.182;
   posting-account=sMADhg0AAAARozjx-BtxqfGB12O57XMR
Subject: {ASSM} Rajah Dodger Repost Flood: Office Sales Call [MF]
Lines: 207
Date: Fri, 01 Sep 2006 02:10:03 -0400
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Abstract: A traveling saleswoman gives a businessman a very convincing
presentation

     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)

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+