“Would like me to stay topless while we go through your diary for the week, Kenneth?” she asked. “Don’t worry no-one will disturb us when your office door is closed.”
“Oh, well, OK. Why not?” I agreed.
Once more she laughed musically. “You know I was really worried about you for a while. I honestly thought you might not want to get intimate with me. I wouldn’t have been able to show my face to the other girls if you’d rejected me.”
I couldn’t really believe what I was hearing. This stunning example of female perfection was sounding like she had been desperate to seduce me. Me? Was I dreaming all of this?
“Still that was fun wasn’t it, Kenneth?” she asked as she pulled her chair around to show me the printouts from my diary. I nodded dumbly.
For the next half an hour she talked me through who was in my induction plan, what they did and why they were important to me. She explained the company structure – twenty-three partners, all male, with an all female support staff, most of whom took the role of Secretary-Whores, with all other services outsourced.
I have to say she was excellent. If her bare breasts hadn’t been touching my arm as she summarised what and whom I needed to know, I would have just thought her to be an exceptionally competent PA, albeit a very very attractive one.
Of course I couldn’t help staring a little at her boobs. Had I really just come all over them?
“You can still touch them you know. I think it’s understood that if I’ve got them out then you should be able to do what you want to them within reason.”
I jumped, slightly guilty at being caught but then realising she was more than happy with my ogling.
“OK,” I replied enthusiastically and I played with them as we finished our conversation. Without doubt, the best executive toys imaginable, I thought wryly as I tweaked her responsive nipples.
“Right, so you’re having lunch with Nathan Kareem whose office is next door. And then you’re spending an hour with him to understand his responsibilities. So that’s your diary done. You’ve got half an hour before lunch and I can see that playing with my tits has given you another hard-on so would you like me to give your cock a nice soothing suck?”
I had indeed managed to develop another erection – what man wouldn’t have done? Even so her directness startled me once more.
“Erm, OK,” I managed to squeak. “I mean, yes please,” I repeated slightly more manfully.
“Would you like me to take my skirt off too?” Karen asked cheerily.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I replied losing my cool once more.
Her legs were as faultless as her breasts, long and tapering, smooth and fit. As a short man, I was fascinated with just how absurdly long they were, even after she’d kicked off her heels.
She gave me a twirl to show me that she was wearing a cream g-string that matched her bra. “Do you like what you see?” she asked enticingly.
Her arse was perfectly peachy, symmetrical and taut.
“Oh, yeah,” I purred. I so wanted to touch and squeeze and fondle and caress her beautiful bottom.
Karen looked back over her shoulder and read my mind. “Go on,” she giggled.
It was as velvety as I’d imagined, her buttocks two flawless pillows with the string of her thong disappearing tantalisingly between them.
She turned back and knelt in front of me once more. Within seconds my hard cock was in her cool hand once more. I could feel her breath tickling the end of my knob as she spoke. “Would you like me to give it a kiss, Kenneth.”
“Oh, please, yes.” I was beyond the point of any thought of control. I’d forgotten I was married. I’d forgotten I was at work. I’d forgotten everything except that Karen’s moist pink lips were an inch from my cock, pursed in the promise of impending joy.
Her first kiss felt dry and slightly sticky but it made my cock jerk powerfully in her hand. Her second kiss lingered slightly, teasingly, ending with a flick from her tongue on the very tip of my throbbing erection. Her third kiss slowly slid down over me as her mouth opened out until half my cock was firmly in her mouth.
Then she started to suck. I don’t mean a gentle slurping, I mean like she was trying to vacuum my cum out through suction alone. I groaned in bliss and she smiled up at me encouragingly around her mouthful of cock.
She then proceeded to give me the best blowjob I had ever had by some considerable margin. She planted tiny kisses up and down by dick. She flicked her tongue across my balls and up my shaft. She bobbed her head pneumatically up and down, swallowing me with casual ease. She worked my erection like it was the centre of her existence and that there was nothing more that she wanted in her life than to please me using her tongue and mouth.
I’m not sure how long it lasted because I lost all sense of time. I just knew that this was the single greatest experience I had ever had.
I warned her I was about to come and, instead of pulling away as my wife did at this stage when she gave me the rare blowjob, Karen kindly stuck out her tongue and tossed me until I had covered it with creamy jism. She then sat back on her haunches and noisily swallowed.
“Oh fuck,” I said lost in wonder at the realisation of this fantasy.
Karen laughed. “Well, maybe later! Did you enjoy that, Kenneth?”
“Oh, shit, yes. That was just amazing. I mean I’ve never, ever…” I ground to a halt not knowing how to articulate how I felt.
“Aren’t you pleased you said yes? Do I give good head, Kenneth?”
“Oh yes, Karen. That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
“Good. Right, you’ve got a lunch meeting with Nathan know. I’ve booked a table in the Executive Dining Room. I’ll come with you to introduce you and to make sure you’re comfortable.”
The Executive Dining Room was as grand as it sounded, a dozen tables covered in crisp white linen with opulent oak chairs and a small staff of, as I’m sure you can guess, beautiful young waitresses.
Nathan was an enormous man. He didn’t stand as we shook hands so I couldn’t judge his height but he gave an impression of tallness. What I could definitely see though was how wide he was, fat to the point of obesity.
His voice was also huge. He boomed out a welcome causing the other two diners in the room to smile wryly and indulgently, obviously used to his ebullience. The more I met Fleming’s people the more it felt like a close-knit family.