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As the director of human resources for a Fortune 500 company, Karen was used to vendors kissing her ass to win her business. Some consultants would send flowers, gift cards, vacations to get on her good side. But the thing was she was honest and wouldn’t take any bribes under the table; she would always respectfully evaluate their pitches, and respond in a professional manner.
At fortysix years old, she had been with the same company her entire career, and had been with the same company for twentyfive years, and had planned on retiring at the young age of fiftyone. Sadly, her husband passed away last year, so she kept herself busy with taking care of two teenage kids, work, and lots of yoga. She had had a fantastic relationship with her husband as they were madly in love, and had an exceptionally hot life, which she kept quiet.
Her late husband, Chris, was a fireman, and they had been together since college. They had a very active life, and had a small circle of friends whom they would drink wine and have with. They didn’t buy into the subculture of swinging, for them it was a small, trusted group, who would take turns hosting at their houses and then take a turn, each other’s significant others. Since Chris passed, she had lost all her interest in , and did not participate in the small gatherings anymore.
The dinner was set for 7:00pm on a Thursday night, at a new French restaurant located inside of the Franklin Pierce Hotel in the Finance District. Prior to dinner, there was a meeting that day to discuss the strategy with the new consultants and to get everyone on the same page.
At 2:55pm, she left her corner office, and strutted down the hall and into the conference room overlooking Manhattan. All parties were chatting alongside the conference room table, as she entered the room to meet the new team. As per usual, there were a few overweight, welldressed men and a weathered senior manager.
However, this time, there was one consultant, who stood out over the entire room. The connection between them was immediate as they locked eyes, and introduced themselves.
“Hello Karen, my name is Trent Sweet, director of business partnerships. I look forward to servicing any potential voids you may be experiencing.”
Karen felt a tingle for the first time in a long time, as she let go of his hand, taken aback. “That is a bold statement, and I very much look forward to working together,” said Karen, returning the pleasantries and joining the rest of the team.
Senior management began their presentation with the usual boring corporate speak. She had heard these same speeches from every other consultancy, and was putting on her best professional meeting stare to look interested, when Trent got up to speak.
He spoke with a modest confidence, and genuinely seemed to care about understanding how he could help; more importantly, what needs were currently not being met. He asked questions, and did not fill up his time with corporate speak and conversation fillers. He was confident and brought the room together through open dialogue.
When he returned to his seat right behind her, she found herself wanting more from him.
The next person to speak was boring the fuck out of the room, and Karen’s attention drifted away and began imagining how Trent would like it, if she got on her knees in the conference room and sucked his cock. Would he throw her on the conference table and slide his hard shaft inside her very tight cunt, while the others watched her get fucked? She was starting to feel the wetness of her vagina stick to her panties, when she snapped out of it to a whisper over her shoulder.
“Excuse me, Karen, is there another room available? I have another conference call I need to jump on.”
She quickly sat up, slightly embarrassed, and instructed him to follow her.
“I enjoyed watching you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Your presentation. I enjoyed watching you present. You made some very good points that we should flesh out.”
“Thank you, I want to put myself out there and help the company get to the next level.”
“Well, I, for one, look forward to seeing your hard work come to fruition. You can use this room for the day, and if you get bored, my office is right next door; don’t be afraid to holler if there are any voids you need taken care of, as you like to put it.”
“Thank you very much, I have another meeting in London, but obviously can’t make it.”
“We can’t make it to all these fun meetings. I’m going to catch up on some emails, but if you need anything just let me know.”
They gazed with seductive eyes at one another before Karen turned around and slowly sauntered into her office, closing the door behind her, with a sensual grin at the handsome consultant.
She locked the door, and leaned back against it, taking a deep breath and gently sliding her fingers across her blouse and over her supple breast, before walking to the window and drawing the blinds for privacy.
With her back up against the door, she wasted no time in sliding her hand down into her already wet pussy. With one hand rubbing her clit, and the other squeezing her hardened nipples, she bit down on her upper lip as she began to cum. She then hiked up her skirt and leaned over the chair facing her desk, feverishly fingering herself with her mouth tightly suctioned on her arm to avoid being heard. She imagined Trent her from behind, while she gushed all over his throbbing cock.
“Fuck! Fuck this tight pussy, Trent. You like that, don’t you.” She came again, across her desk for the second time.
“Get it together Karen,” she whispered to herself, making her way to clean herself up in her private bathroom. Kicking off her soaking panties, and drying herself off, she heard a knock on the door.
“One minute please…” When she opened the door, Trent was standing there, with a seductive smile on his face. Her eyes went immediately to his crotch, making it obvious what was on her mind.
“I just wanted to thank you for letting me use the conference room. I hope I wasn’t too loud.”
“Not at all, no problem at all, anytime,” she stammered.
“Will I see you at the team dinner tonight?”
“Yes, dinner, that’s right. Eight PM, right?”
“Yeah, it should be a good one. Hopefully, my colleagues won’t bore you with their war stories and such…”
“Well, perhaps, you can make sure we’re seated together to make better use of our time.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” she replied, as she winked back at him.
“Can you point me towards the toilets… sorry, the restroom?”
“I sure can. Come inside my office, there is a private restroom, but don’t tell anyone I let you inside, my office, the bathroom,” she blurted out.
“It will be our secret,” he charmed back at her, standing above her with a sensual grin.
“It’s in the back,” and she gestured her arm towards the bathroom door, all while still trying to get her breath back after the finger she just thoroughly enjoyed.
As he shut the door shut behind him, she gasped and quickly realized her pussy was not only wet, but completely bare underneath her black pencil skirt her drenched blacklace panties were lying on the floor for him to see.
She listened to the flush, and prayed he hadn’t seen, and when he emerged from the bathroom doorway, she caught the outline of his cock in his pants as he walked towards her, smiling just long enough to break the tension in the room.
“You have a very nice bathroom, thank you very much; I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”
“Not too much trouble, remember it’s our little secret,” whispered back Karen.
“Interesting. I’m very good at keeping secrets,” he acknowledged, stepping closer to her.
“Is that a fact? And what other secrets have you been keeping?”
“Well, I was a bit distracted in the bathroom just now.”
“Really, was there something wrong with the bathroom?”
“Definitely not. I saw the iest pair of panties on the floor, and when I reached down to pick them up they were wet. Do you know who’s wet, lace panties are on your bathroom floor?”
“That was a very bold move of you. Do you normally pick up other people’s belongings from their private bathroom floors?”
“Not particularly, but it made me wonder. If this is a private bathroom, particularly your private bathroom, these panties would most likely belong to you. Now, you don’t seem like the type of woman to just randomly throw your panties on the floor, which led my imagination to wander a bit. Stop me if you think I’m being inappropriate,” he said, taking a step closer to the director of human resources.
She bit her bottom lip, and listened to the wellsuited British man play detective in the same spot, where she had feverishly played with herself, only minutes earlier.
“Go on, don’t let me stop you now,” said Karen.
“Is it possible that right before you closed the door to your office, you were momentarily distracted by something other than your emails? Was there something that swung just enough to catch your attention?”
“Do you?”
“I’m not finished yet. Would you like to know what I think happened?”
“Very much so,” quipped the director of human resources.
“I think you saw my cock grow everso slightly before closing the door, whereupon drew the blinds, and locked the door. I then imagine you slid your beautiful, manicured fingers down your skirt, and fingered yourself until you got off, standing with your back against the door. You then quickly realized, there was one window bay where the blinds weren’t pulled, so you bolted there and drew the final blind.
“After that, my guess is the chair that is no longer perfectly positioned in front of your desk was pushed aside, to make way for your gorgeous frame, now topless, with your skirt pulled up around that firm little ass of yours, and your panties slid down stretching out between your legs, while you fingered your tight little pussy, imagining how my cock would feel, sliding and stretching you right across your desk. Then after you gave yourself another orgasm, you lifted your leg up and kicked off your blacklace panties with the other foot, not paying attention to where they landed, post orgasm.
“Of course, the knock at the door startled you, and all you could think about was putting yourself back together. But although a great attempt, I noticed your juices dripping down from your satisfied pussy, down your legs, legs which are no longer covered with stockings since I saw you last. Does any of this sound about right?”
“Very impressive, you could have been a detective. Can you tell me what happened next?”
“Unfortunately, only you can show me how the rest of the case unfolded.”
“Well, I should tell you that you are correct about those panties being mine, and that I played with myself thinking about you bending me over my desk, but I do feel disrespected. I let you use my bathroom in private, and you proceed to unpack my ual happenings without as much as a kiss.”
And with that, Trent leaned in for a kiss, as Karen playfully avoided him to the side, and placing her finger on his lips, pushed him back.
“Remove your shirt and tie, and place them across the chair,” commanded Karen, stepping back in front of him.
She placed her hands on his defined chest, and slowly moved her hands down his rockhard abs, all while keeping her eyes locked up on his. Slowly bending at the hips, she went down onto her knees, and with one hand, undid his belt buckle and pulled it out along his trouser loops in one powerful motion. She began to trace his throbbing cock with kisses, while sliding her hands underneath his waistline, shifting his pant clasp to the side.
She slowly slid off his pants, holding them in place at just the right spot to keep his hard cock canceled with the perfect amount of tension; she looked up, pushed them down, and let his hard, uncut nine inches spring out, slapping the dominant corporate businesswoman across the chin.
“Now, that I’ve seen your underwear, I’m going to need to inspect every inch of this beautiful cock,” she stated, as she closed her eyes and placed his balls in her mouth, one by one. While rubbing his perineum, she slowly licked the underside of his cock to the tip, repeating when she got to the top, interchanging the palm of her hand, working the tip of his head like a joystick.
He stood, moaning, as her saliva dripped down his shaft.
She stared up at him, spitting all she had before taking his cock deep in her throat, gagging on his size with each attempt; she tasted precum at the back of her throat. Pulling her tits out, she slapped his fat cock across her face before sliding it in between them. Being perfectly lubed with saliva and precum, she worked the frenulum of his cock with her thumbs and suctioned the tip with tornadolike sucking.
“Good boy. You like how I suck cock?”
“Yes, please don’t stop, you are amazing.”
“This is my cock now, do you understand?”
“Yes, all yours, baby. I’m almost… I’m going to…”
“Not until I count you down, can you be a good boy and hold it for me?”
“Five.”
“I’m going…”
“Four.”
“To…”
“Three.”
“NOW!”
“Two.”
“FUCK… AHHH!”
“One.”
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