Office sales call

Bob Mathews was the quality control manager for Farthing Software's new products division, and had been successful enough to merit a corner office on the fifteenth floor. He was reviewing notes from his latest conference when he was startled by the appearance of a striking woman in her thirties wearing pitch-black business attire and carrying a large briefcase.

—Excuse me… —she began.

—Hi, I'm Carol Parker from G-Case Products —the woman started—. We had an appointment this morning to review our product line.

Bob belatedly checked his appointment calendar and discovered he had indeed scheduled the company for that morning. Carol continued:

—We've got a new approach to code repositories that will give your team greater reliability and productivity. I've brought several demo packages here, if you'll let me install them on your computer.

Bob pushed his chair aside as the woman approached his desk, inserted a disk into the drive, and began the installation procedure. His attention drifted to a vague musky scent he couldn't identify, and he was so engrossed that Carol had to call him twice when she was ready.

—I've got the main package in your DEMO directory —she said while moving behind him.

Bob barely registered the pressure of her suit jacket against his shoulders, but tried to focus on the software. The demonstration was indeed impressive, and when it finished, Bob could honestly tell her he was interested and ask for more information from her briefcase.

He took advantage of her stepping away to adjust his pants, which were becoming uncomfortably tight. Carol's position bending over the briefcase didn't help, with her skirt clinging avidly to her hips. When she straightened up, Bob quickly looked away before she caught him staring.

Carol returned to his desk with two more disks to install.

What perfume is that? Bob wondered.

While she worked, he stole glances at her profile: from the chestnut haircut down to her angular nose and the defined swell of her breasts beneath the jacket. This time he was looking at the screen when she finished, and she suggested he run the demo himself while she stepped back to observe.

The new package was a standard "slide show" program displaying summaries of the software's features and benefits. Carol stood very close to him, providing details as each frame appeared.

Suddenly a slide appeared that definitely wasn't part of the software. It was a color photo of a woman wearing a black bra and red pantyhose, with one hand pushing her panties down and her fingers tangled in her pubic hair, obviously masturbating. Her eyes were closed, a flush visible on her breasts, her fingers wet and glistening.

Bob's breath caught in his throat as his erection returned with force.

—What…? —he began, then looked at Carol, back at the image, and at Carol again. No doubt: it was the same face.

—Yes, that's me —Carol said while reaching into her pocket—, and since you seemed so…interested earlier, I thought you'd enjoy that photo. This comes with it.

She pulled out red panties from her pocket, passed them under Bob's nose, and placed them in his hands. Again he smelled that strange musky scent, but now he knew its source.

—I assume your door locks. Don't stand up —she continued—. I don't think you want the secretaries knowing about your…little problem.

Seductively, she walked to the door, closed it, and turned the key.

—Now —she said—, since you've seen so much of me, I want to see what you've been trying to hide down there.

Carol approached Bob's chair and placed her hand softly on his crotch.

—Will you do it, or shall I? —she smiled.

Bob stood up, loosened his belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop. Then he pushed down his briefs, his cock slapping heavily against his stomach as it sprang free from the waistband.

Carol stroked his member with her panties, breathing faster as she watched the flesh pulse in the air.

—Nice size —she said—. Why don't you put these on and see how they feel?

Bob blushed, but couldn't deny the thrill her words provoked.

He sat down, removed shoes and socks, stepped out of his pants, and slid the red panties up his legs. They were ridiculously small, containing his balls but only an inch of his dick.

Carol approached and cradled his silk-covered testicles in her hand, weighing them. She dragged her nail across the purple glans, then hugged and kissed him savagely.

Their tongues battled as she rubbed her skirt against him, grinding back and forth against his arousal. She pushed Bob back into the chair, spread his legs, knelt down and blew on him—hot moist air over throbbing flesh—inhaling his scent as she breathed.

—Let Carol show you how to maximize your potential —she murmured, and wrapped her ruby lips around the glans.

Bob writhed as she moved up and down slowly, trapping his cock between the rough palate of her mouth and her searing tongue. He gripped the armrests when Carol began moving her head faster, varying the rhythm and occasionally releasing his cock with an audible "pop!" before swallowing it again.

Soon—too soon—he felt the telltale tightening in his testicles, and when she fondled them through the silk, it was the final trigger.

—Aargghh! Urrrggg! Ummffff!

Bob groaned through clenched teeth as he thrust his hips again and again, Carol's mouth and throat draining him. His heart pounded, the air giving him sudden chills as Carol licked him clean and did something else with his cock and balls.

She lifted her head and smiled wickedly at him, tongue flicking out.