Lute, Robb & Plunder, Marketing Consultants (an Open Thread)

[Miltone]

Welcome to the wonderful world of sales consultancy! In this light-hearted sexy romp we shall explore what happens when a struggling company brings in some high-priced, highly recommended sales consultants, who will introduce their unconventional and controversial techniques for developing customer-company and employee-employer relationships.

Although the lovely Chanaud and myself will kick this off, there is plenty of room for other consultants, management staff and employees. So all newbies and experienced writers who have enjoyed or fantasied about sex at work are cordially invited to join in on the fun! Let's have some fun lampooning the business world!

Milton E. “Miltone” Lute, Senior Partner, Lute, Robb & Plunder

Another goddamned sucker! I thought with a smile as my assistant and I strode up the winding walk from the limousine to the front door of WXYZ Associates, the “Wild Wacky Widget People of WIXIE,” or so claimed the banner stretched across the front of their modern brick faced building.

Familiar story: tough economy, lagging sales, poor morale in the front office and on the shop floor, profits in the tank, CEO and Sales VP getting very anxious about how to pay for the corporate jet they snuck past the board of directors or their own 48-foot Hatteras tied up at Pier 39 that they seemed to have forgotten to tell their wives about.

That’s when they read a trade journal and see the slick choreographed advertisement. “Need to boost sales now? It’s not easy! It’s not cheap!” The ad goes on, but the bottom line is they signed the retainer and Lute, Robb & Plunder rides to their rescue.

They were ready for us, the senior management staff gathered in the opulent conference room, notebook computers and Palm Pilots at the ready, cell phones and pagers turned off, all anxious and willing to break new ground. Except for one. She seemed to have been out late the night before, her skirted suit slightly rumpled, her silk blouse wrinkled, her heavy-lidded eyes a bit sleepy. Miltone chuckled and winked at his assistant, who was there to provide the eye candy distraction.

“All right, people!” I called out, with a snap of my fingers. Without an introduction, I launched into a speech that began with, “What the fuck is wrong with your bottom-line?” continued with “You people paid me a boat load of money for this and I want you all to get your money’s worth!” and concluded with “Sales success in 90 days! Who’s still with me?”

A sea of hands shot up, even the sleepy head sitting near the front. I watched her take a strong slug of coffee and a deep breath. When she stretched and raised her arms up, pulling her blouse open enough to see what was and was not underneath, I knew that I had my volunteer.

“For the orientation session this morning, I’m going to need a volunteer to assist me,” I said, my eyes sweeping the room. A dozen pairs of eyes glanced at my assistant then back at me. Eleven hands were raised. “You,” I said, pointing to the sleepy head, whose hand had remained on her coffee cup. “Come on up and tell me your name.”

She looked around, almost as if panicked, then rose reluctantly. Tall, trim, and very nice looking. This will be more fun than I thought, I chuckled to myself. She cleared her voice and tried unsuccessfully to smooth out the wrinkles in her short skirt. She stood awkwardly in front of the group and smiled. A pretty smile at that.

“Um, my name is … well, everyone here knows me,” she said pointedly.

“But I don’t, Miss,” I said waving my hand to get her to continue.

“My name is …”

 

[chanaud]

Emma Rodgers

OOC: Gggrrr. Damn 'dem Avalanchers!


Fuck!

My throbbing, hungover head made me wince at the mere thought of being called upon by this hotshot, wearing a pinstriped double breasted suit (obviously not off the rack!) that fits perfectly over his broad shoulders, who we had hired to come save our company from starting to sell off assets. Well, don’t include ‘me’ in the ‘we’. The Board approached me. I advised against it immediately. I was overruled, outvoted by a bunch of testosterones, the ‘Ys’ of the XYZ Board.

Why would they listen to me? I’m just the CFO, a female, an overhead, who’s good for one thing – to fill a quota. They needed a female, a minority after a discrimination lawsuit scare. How the judge ever ruled in favor of XYZ beats the hell out of me. He must have been paid off. Handsomely. After that debacle, XYZ decided not to take any chances, they hired a female – hence, me.

“My name is Emma. Emma Rodgers.” I announced haughtily, chin thrown out for effect.

He nodded, he knew my name.

“Well Emma Emma Rodgers..”

The room broke out in laughter. He raised his hand and the room silenced immediately. I rolled my eyes, this man looked like Hitler.

“Ms. Rodgers. Can you please come on up and stand beside me?” His voice demanded more than asked.

I sauntered across the room making sure my derriere swung heavily. A daring whistle came from the back of the room. I smiled. I knew it was my ~Sales Associate~ of the month.

I stood beside this so called ‘Savior’ and faced him boldly. We were almost eye to eye, he was just three inches taller than me. A smile was a permanent fixture on my freshly scrubbed face. And several splashes of ‘Lotus Petals’ masked my early morning rendezvous with last night’s date.

“Yes, how may I help you?” I asked sweetly, my eyes challenging him.

 

[Miltone]

"Miltone" Lute, Senior Partner of Lute, Robb & Plunder

“Emma,” I said voicing one of my favorite names, as the sleepy-eyed brunette made her way to join me at the front of the conference room. There was a look of intriguing defiance in her eyes, but a sparkle of something else that told me this exercise would be fun. “Lovely name, Emma. You are going to help me demonstrate some very controversial techniques in employee-employer relations.” I turned to the rest of the group.

“From our analysis of your company, we have found that your corporate morale is very low and it only gets worse the farther you get from the boardroom. Workers with low morale are unmotivated and unproductive.

“Some of the things we will touch on today will involve special incentive programs for employees, reasons for getting them to look forward to coming to work. We have carefully researched and found that such incentives as braless Mondays and panty-less Wednesdays provide a great boost in employee attendance and … um, cooperation.”

One glance at Emma and I could see that she had already gotten into the spirit of the Monday incentive program with knowing in advance.

“Do you have casual Fridays?” I asked. There was a general nodding of heads. “You do? Well, at Lute, Robb, and Plunder, we advocate Casual Sex Fridays, where consensual relations between employees are encouraged.” There were gasps from the group and a giggle from Emma.

“All of this stems from a desire on the part of management to address the needs of their employees. Now Emma and I are going to do a little play-acting here. We’re going to demonstrate how such a program can be implemented. Would you care to play the downhearted employee or the sympathetic human relations manager?”

“Ermm, the employee?” she said a bit tentatively but certainly intrigued.

I pulled a couple of empty chairs from the side and arranged them at right angles. There was a small table as well, a sturdy thing perhaps used for AV equipment, that I pulled over and placed by the two chairs.

“All right then, this is our office setting,” I said with a wave of my hands. Indicating the chair to the side, I said to Emma, “Have a seat here. You shall be the employee who has come to me, your human relations manager, for a counseling session. Now just forget about all these others in the room and concentrate on this little play acting exercise.”

I nodded to my assistant, who moved to dim the lights in the back of the room, leaving Emma and me well lit. I took my seat and looked to Emma as she settled into her seat, adjusting her skirt, although she left a good slice of her long legs nicely visible.

“I will not be taking any questions afterwards, so observe carefully, watch and listen,” I said to the group, then turned toward Emma. “So, now Emma, you have come to me with a problem. What seems to be bothering you?”

“Um, that I feel unmotivated,” she said hesitantly.

“Okay, any causes for this that you know?”

“Well, it seems like the management is just after things for themselves,” she said more forcefully, to a few groans from the others.

“Please go on. And above all else, be honest.”

“And … well, they seem to have little concern for the rest of us,” she went on, becoming bolder in her statements as she went. “They treat us like shit, making us work mandatory overtime and weekends while they get all the perks and bonuses and company cars and days off whenever they feel like it.”

Again more groans. “And that makes you feel … ?”

“Tense. Unappreciated. Overworked and underpaid,” she said proudly with a smile.

“Hard to work under those circumstances, isn’t it?” I commiserated.

“Yes. Very,” she replied.

“Perhaps I can begin to address some of your personal concerns directly, Emma,” I said, getting up from my chair and moving to stand behind her. She jumped when I rested my hands on her shoulders, but relaxed as I began to massage her shoulders and neck. “Hmm, I can certainly tell that you are tense. Mmm, and very uptight.”

There was a titter in the back of the room and I struck it down with a sharp glance. Emma began to lean back in the chair as my hands worked to relieve the tension in her shoulders. Her body was warm beneath the silky blouse. My fingers began to work up her neck and then back down, trying to sip underneath her collar.

“Here, allow me,” I said and reached down the front and deftly undid the top couple of buttons on her blouse. Opening it up, I brought my hands to bear on her bare neck and shoulders. She moaned noticeably. “There doesn’t that help the tension?”

“Mmm, yes,” she sighed. “Very nice.”

“You know that you’re a very attractive woman, Emma,” I remarked, glancing down at her gaping neckline. “Very attractive.”

“I am?” she said softly, then repeated herself more assertively, “I am!”

“Yes … you … are!” I said emphatically and let my hands trail down from her shoulders to cup her beautiful firm breasts through the silk of her blouse. Her nipples quickly stiffened. “Very attractive.”

“But … you … I … is this right?”

“You have come to me with a problem and I have a responsibility to help you rediscover your self-worth and make you feel appreciated and become a more motivated employee.” I slowly drew my hands back up from her lovely breasts and continued to massage her shoulders. “This kind of personal attention is very, very important to our corporate mission.”

“I’m certainly feeling something,” she said softly, leaning back against my hands.

“Good … good, then you should express yourself accordingly,” I said. "Tell me, Emma, what do you need?"

 

[chanaud]

Emma Rodgers

“I want to be treated like an equal. As one of them. I’m the CFO, at least that’s what my business cards state, dammit. Respect me as one.”

I couldn’t help crying out. Usually I’m the model of cool, but today I was exceptionally frustrated. It started this morning, my date from last night woke up and shoved me face down, while pushing his cock in me. Just when I was waking up and getting into the sex, he grunted and spilled his seed. It would have been fine if he finished the job. But he claimed we were late. And he would take care of me during lunch. Then when I arrived to my office and looked at my calendar, I realized it was the day Lute, Robb, and Plunder would save our corporation. I didn’t look my best, and I was still wearing last night’s clothes sans panties.

Mr. Lute strong fingers kneaded my shoulders, my eyes closed as I leaned back.

“You deserve respect, my sweets. Robb, Lute, and Plunder demands everyone to be treated with equal respect, regardless of sex or position.”

His words were mesmerizing, his hands rubbed down my arms, a few stray fingers brushed over my nipples, and circled over them, making them razor sharp. My hands rose and covered his large hands, guiding him to my breasts.

“Oh yessss…..that feels wonderful. I’m sick and tired of being the only skirt in heels on the all male board. Please, don’t misunderstand me. I love wearing skirts with high heels. I love dressing sexy. And I especially love being complimented. Hell, I even welcome a few gropes. All I ask in return is to be respected once in a friggin’ while. At least, fake it, dammit. That’s it, squeeze harder.”

By that time, my blouse was open, and my breasts were barely contained in the ivory laced strapless bra. From the back of the room, in the dark, they looked like two perfect shaped cones. My hand reached back, and grabbed Mr. Lutes ass and squeezed hard. It was just as I had suspected. Hard as a rock.

“You know, I was against you coming here.”

“Oh? Why so?” He asked, his hand never skipped a beat. They squeezed and tweaked my nipples into sharp points, and roamed down my abdomen. My thighs parted. His gingers followed the pathway, and found nothing but wetness, pure wetness. Mr. Lutes fingers found my hardened bud. Gasps and moans echoed in the silent room.

“Oooooo… Oh, because your fees were too high. I didn’t think you’re worth it.”

“Do you still think the same now?”

“Hhmmm..not sure, yet. Give me some time to access your ermm…. sales methods, and I’ll get back with you later.”

 

[Miltone]

"Miltone" Lute, Senior Partner of Lute, Robb & Plunder

“I was just about to demonstrate a very effective method of how management can show their appreciation of the contributions of female employees,” I said as my hands glided up over her supple body, pausing to lift her firm breasts from her bra and tweak her hard pointed nipples. “Now as we have stated in our training syllabus, maintaining good employee-employer relations is essential. One must anticipate the needs of your employees and be prepared to address them. Okay, dear, now why don’t you sit up on the table?”

Miss Rodgers stood up from her chair and turned about, planting her sweet ass on the table. I took the seat between her legs and spread her thighs wide apart.

“Now female employees are most receptive to compliments on their work and other assets … Mmm, what a lovely shaven pussy you have, Miss Rodgers. May I?”

She leaned back on the table and sighed, “Yesss, damn it!” and tucked my down between her legs. “Oh, yesssss! Fuuuuuuuck Yessssssss! Oh, Gawwwwwwwwd!” she cried out. As I began to lick and nibble on her moist sex, I paused from time to time to make pertinent comments.

“Now as you can see, my compliments when combined with the proper labial technique has produced an elevated level of employee interest.”

My fingers were thrusting deep into her sopping sex, my tongue was dancing an animated tango on her clit. Lowering her back to the table, Miss Rodgers pulled her blouse open and began squeezing her breasts and pulling and pinching her nipples.

“This high state of interest, can often lead to employee innovation and suggestions for improving the process,” I remarked to the group. “The perceptive manager must be prepared to listen to their employees.”

“That’s it!” Miss Rodgers cried out. “I … I want … fuck me … with your tongue!”

I again lowered my head and began to lave her sodden entrance with my tongue, extending it fully and nodding my head back and forth quickly. She placed a hand on the back of my head and guided me to the sweet place where she wanted me to go. “Oh, fuuuuuck! Gaaaaaawwwwwwd!” she cried out and fell back upon the table again. “Faster … faster … FASTER! Yes! YES! That’s it! YESSSSSSSS!”

Raising my head for a moment, I turned to the audience and observed, “Note how the efficient manager must learn to follow as well as lead.”

I noticed that one of the board members had taken the liberty of removing his penis from his trousers and was whacking off. “Ahem, Miss Morley?” I said, signaling my assistant. She arose and withdrew a long crop from her attaché case and immediately went to the offender and soundly whacked him on the hand that was whacking off. “Gentlemen, we are not thinking of pursuing our own pleasure here. We are doing this to improve our bottom line.”

I immediately returned my mouth to Miss Rodgers, sucking and kissing and licking and nibbling her sex, until she grabbed me by the ears and drove my face into her sodden cunt.

“Oooooohhhhh ... yesssssssssss ... oh my gooooooooooddddddd … oooOOOOHHHHH! Gaaaaawwwwwwwd ... I’m gonna CUM!” she screamed loudly. “Oooohhh … oooohhhhh … I … I … I need … a cock … in my mouth!”

“Now you shall see,” I said standing up from the chair, my face dripping with her juices, and opened my trousers. “Observe how a truly sensitive manager reacts to employee requests. Miss Rodgers frantically slipped down from the table and fell to her knees in front of me, practically ripping my trousers and boxers from my body. “Even the most unanticipated request from a motivated employee must be dealt with in a timely manner.”

“I need to suck your cock,” Miss Rodgers cried out and eagerly swallowed my rigid manhood in one fell swoop.

 

[chanaud]

My mouth was instantly filled with his turgid cock. I sucked eagerly, my tongue slithered under his cock and around, while my hands pushed his hips forward, forcing his cock further down my throat.

“See how eager an employee is if you answer to her needs?” Miltone Lute asked the audience, his face filled with lust.

“Oh yesss…that’s it. Be a good employee and suck it. Do you have other needs? Is there anything else you require?”

He asked tenderly, his fingers curled between my hair.

The cock popped out of my mouth. “I want to be fucked.”

“Do you have anyone special in mind?”

“Yes, I want to be fucked by her.” My eyes gleamed towards his beautiful assistant, Miss Morley.

“You heard her, Ms. Rodgers, fuck her.” Miltone said to Miss Morley, while shoving his cock back into my mouth.

My fingers curled around his base, and held it tightly. I sucked him eagerly, taking special care of his bulbous purple head. My tongue alternated from slithering his underside, and around, forcing his cock to pop out and rub against my cheeks and nose. Miltone groaned.

“Sometimes all it takes is a simple question to find out what employees are lacking. If you address their needs immediately, frustrations will be eliminated and you will have nil to low hostility in the work force. Also, note, how receptive Ms. Rodgers is towards her task?” Miltone addressed the audience, his voice never skipped a beat.

A breeze came from behind. Knowing it was Ms. Morley, I got down on my hands and knees and opened my legs. Something hard pressed against my sopping hole. I moaned into Miltone’s cock, and pushed back. She teased me by running the dildo down my slit, taking special care of my clit, and back up again. Electrifying tingles filled me, making my body shudder with delight. My cheeks closed rightly around Miltone’s cock waiting for the tingles to pass.

“Are you ready for Ms. Morley?” He asked, thrusting his cock down my throat.

“Mmmmppfmmmm” I nodded.

“Ms. Morely, you heard her. Fuck her, fuck her hard.”

 

[Miltone]

"Miltone" Lute, Senior Partner of Lute, Robb & Plunder

“Yes sir,” Miss Morley said with a devilish smile, and then knelt down behind Miss Rodgers to push the skirt up over her ass. Setting the knob to Eleven, Candace plunged the vibrating blue steel deep into Emma’s sopping wet cunt.

“Ummmppfff,” she mumbled around my thick hard cock.

“Oh, yes!” I grunted as she sucked me deep down her gullet. “Now you can see how an enlightened manager can inspire their people to go that extra mile.”

I reached down and grabbed Emma’s tits, pulling and twisting on her nipples while Candace began to work the huge blue rod in and out of Emma’s dripping wet pussy. Each time she thrust it inside her I could feel the sensations transmitted to her mouth.

“Now on occasion, a team leader needs to help their workers correct shortcomings and do their very best,” I said, resting my hand down on Emma’s head. She looked up at me with lust sodden eyes. “Come, dear, not so hard and so deep. Just the head and the first couple inches,” I suggested.

“Mffflllpppllleasassss!” Emma responded as Candace buried the throbbing blue steel almost to the hilt.

“Now the effective leader has to understand that immediate feedback helps their workers,” I said, my head tilting back, my eyes rolling up in their sockets, as she bobbed her head back and forth just as I had asked. “Oh, yes! Just like that Emma! Very good!”

Candace pumped the vibrating cock in and out of Emma’s dripping twat. I could see it glistening with her wetness. Ms. Morley made sure to occasionally pull it out and run it up and down her slit, circle her clit then run it up between the cheeks of her beautiful ass. As she pressed it against Emma’s asshole, the passionate CFO let my cock fall from her mouth for a moment as she turned back to Candace.

“Fuck me, harder! Harder, dammit!” she demanded.

Candace smiled and found the sodden opening to her pussy and rammed the vibe home again.

“Now see how this environment of caring and cooperation helps you build a balanced team with ‘players’ who work well together?” I said giving a lurid glance toward the audience as my prodigious cock waggled in Emma’s face.

“Oooooohhhhh ... yesssssssssss ... oh my gooooooooooddddddd … oooOOOOHHHHH!” Emma shouted, then her mouth found my cock again and she eagerly sucked me deep inside her. Her hunger was bringing me so very close that I could scarcely continue with my lecture.

“Ordinarily … at this juncture … of the meeting … I have to make a point … about how it is … often necessary … (a little harder, Babe) … to provide … (yes, that’s it) … your people … with training … (just like that) … that they need … to excel … (almost there, Babe, don’t stop) … at their jobs,” I growled. I felt Emma reach her hand up and grab my balls, kneading them as they drew up close to my body. “But in this case … I don’t see … (almost, Babe) … where that … is necessary … for we have … dealt with a problem worker … (ready, Babe?) … and turned … (Oh, fuck!) … a problem … into … (cumming!) … a biiggg plus!”

“Mummmmfffffttttssssss!” Emma said.

My cock exploded in Emma’s mouth, and though she tried gamely to suck it all down, creamy white rivulets dripped down her cheeks from the corners of her mouth. I held her head and jacked into her mouth while Candace fucked Emma hard and fast with the humming Mr. Blue.

 

[Adapt]

Aaron Brooks Service Director

-Tilting his head in interest he continued to watch the sexual movie that had begun at the head of the conference room, his hands continuing manners of taking notes, as he was instructed to do so, “huh, very interesting” he mentioned to himself, licking clit, nibbling, and taking orders, check, he spoke to himself mentally, his brow lifted however, but this isn’t how you run a company, he thought once more as he leaned back in the soft large chair, he was more in a pit now, next in line for senior VP he had to know how to please his employees, but he though, more money was the solution to that, but this, this was different, sexually pleasing others, hmmm, he thought again as he leaned back slightly in the chair, thinking, pondering, his eyes wandered from the viewing action and taking to the room, watching the others, men and women alike watching, tongues out, lips parted and panting, hmmm, perhaps sex is the magnet here, his cell vibrated silently against his thigh, his hand soon coming to pull it from his pocket, he took quickly to the door, the glass walls shading not his figure as he stepped into the hall…

Clicking the phone open “Oh Hello Sir” he spoke softly as the meeting inside continued…

“Yes, I am attending the conference…”

“Is it interesting?” a gruff voice spoke thru the other side…

“Yea, it is…quite interesting…”

“Well you better get back to it, I was just interested in how it was going…” the other voice spoke as he hung up, shaking his head he quietly slid back in, his pure black suit having its cresses removed with a swipe of his hand as he came back to his seat, noticing that no one saw him leave, more relived then anything else, as he turned to continue to watch the sexual act continuing, again taking more notes.

He saw this as a means of further the business, unlike the rest of the crew which so it as well, sex, but hardly interested, sex seemingly had been a drastic part of his life before the company, so again he saw this as an opportunity to control the staff, something to gain more money, now even Emma Rodgers CFO, her performance had risen and she would probably make marketing soon, but now, he could control her with these methods, it seemed interesting, sex was the awe inspiring thing that can exert control, he smiled knowing this, sex was the answer

Continuing his observation he found that a female employee was most easy to satisfy and soon he will put all of Mr. Lutes speak into action, already formulating a plan in his intricately fashioned minded, seeking sex for others and with potential porno stars as prizes and raises instead of hard cash and raises, already formulating plans and thoughts on he could he and manipulate to continue his way into the rankings of this company. Oh yes, he continued to write his wicked plans and devise contingencies such as office orgies and threesomes and perhaps foursomes, his lips slipped into an awkward grin as his emerald glows closed into a sly contortion with the rest of his feelings, his fingers coming to a clasp as he turned back to the formally fucked Miss Emma Rodgers, with the though he could save millions even billions thru this system…but would he eventually fall into it as well? Nah, none of the woman in the office though he was hot…or so he thinks-

 

[Funloving62]

Jennie McCoy Intern

Jennie McCoy, was fresh out of high school, an eighteen year old young lady with long red hair and dark green eyes not bad to look at either mind you. She had landed this job from a friends father that worked there in the company and told her about the internship there. He told her they had lost of perks working here as well. She had no idea just what that meant but she was about to find out.

Jennie was the kind of kid that always had to work just a bit harder then everyone else just to fit in, or so she thought. Not for lack of personality or knowledge, but Money. Her family struggled doing the best they could but Jennie always wanted to fit in, you know wear the right clothes, drive the right car, and know the right people, everyone knows money talks. She landed this job as an intern to help with her champagne tastes. She just bought her own car a used sporty Camaro from the place up the street, from all the money she had saved working odd jobs over the summer here and there, and money from graduation as well. Well, she was still buying it, the payments where more then her parents could afford so she had to get a job, a decent paying job to live like she wanted and felt she needed to.

That day finally came, she walked in the door and straight up to the receptionist, wearing one of her best designer suite and high heels, dressed to the nines as she smiled to the women. "Hello, I'm Jennie McCoy, I'm supposed to start today. I have an appointment with Mr. Lute. He said something about a conference taking place today that I might join in on the end of it I believe. " The women looked her over thinking she was a bit young but shrugged and pointed out where to go and that she would buzz Mr. Lute and let him know she was here.

Jennie thanks her and stepped into the elevator adjusting her silk blouse under the jacket and pulled down that skirt that was just a bite high cut, she wanted to make a good impression on her first day out trying to be as professional as she knew how. The doors opened and she made her way to the door to Mr. Lutes office, his secretary told her to have a seat and Mr. Lute was aware she had arrived. She took a seat crossing one leg over the other waiting hoping this Mr. Lute was not some old stuffed shirt, all mean and grumpy but hey ,she was there to do a job , to learn so what ever happen she was ready for. Or was she?

 

[chanaud]

Emma Rodgers

“Oh my Goddd, I’m going to cumm sooon!” I shouted to the world. “Yessss…yesss…oh fucckkkk yessss. I love how you fuck me, you fuck me better than him.”

I pointed to Seth, my last night’s date. The spotlight followed my finger, focusingon him, making him slide down his chair and blush furiously.

“And Bob. And Ralph. And Phil. And you, whatever your name is.” The crew handling the spotlight did a good job maintaining my pace.

“Oh…I love your cock., Ms. Morley. Your beautiful cock.” My body was thrusting back, taking the dildo deeper in me.

Miltone snapped his fingers, the spotlight beamed on my face.

“Notice the look of rapture on your beautiful CFO. When have you seen her look so beautiful before?”

“Oh yesssssss…yesssss..yesssss…” I gasped. A tongue was flicking on my clit, making me gasp with the new sensation. I felt a body slide below mine. I looked down to see the beautiful Ms. Morely lying below me, her tongue darting out eagerly and lapping my ever flowing juices.

“Scoot down, I want to taste you.”

“You will find that satisfied employees will often offer suggestions to improve company policy. They learn to multi-task, and even offer to take on more responsibilities.”

Ms. Morley wasted no time to scoot down under me. Somehow, her hands never missed a beat. Her legs were wide open. Her clean shaven cunt was staring at me. My body was running wild. The smell of her anticipation permeated my nostrils, making me dizzy and delirious. My face fell forward, my tongue catching my fall. Oh my God, she taste heavenly!

“Hhmmppfffff…” I couldn’t help moan while burying my tongue in her deep hole.

 

[gaigirl]

Candace Morley

Candace Morley – Assistant to Miltone Lute

29 years old.
5’11” tall, two-thirds being dedicated to leg.
Aquamarine eyes framed with thick, rich, luscious lashes and a skillful way of using them.
Shimmering copper hair, cut short to make the most of the natural curl.

Smacking the knuckles of the misbehaving gentleman with her leather riding crop had given Candace just he thrill she’d been looking for. This Miss Rodgers was one hot number. Candace watched Mr. Lute filling her lovely mouth with his cock and grew more than a little heated herself. When Miss Rodgers indicated that she’d like to be fucked, Candace rose to the occasion and went back to her attaché case to choose a special instrument. Mr. Blue was one of her personal favorites.

The thick metallic shaft had a wide variety of vibration speeds and pulse patterns. “Ms. Morley, you heard her. Fuck her, fuck her hard,” directed Mr. Lute.

“Yes sir,” Candace answered with a smile. Setting the control knob not quite as high as it would go, she teased her toy along the swollen clit, ran it down her slit, then deeply plunged Mr. Blue into the very wet Miss Rodgers.

Although Mr. Lute reminded her to remain slow and teasing, Candace couldn’t help herself. As Miss Rodgers gasped to take Mr; Lute fully into her mouth and throat, Candace rammed the blue dildo into her gushing cunt hard and fast, the way she herself wanted to be fucked right now. “Oh well,” she thought, “I’ll get my turn soon enough, but I’d better slow down.” Candace consciously alternated her thrusts with teasing motions around Miss Rodgers’ clit, and between her ass cheeks.

“Fuck me, harder! Harder, damn it!” Miss Rodgers demanded, before quickly swallowing Mr. Lute’s cock once more. Candace smiled and rammed the vibe home again as deeply as it would go.

“Oh… I love your cock…” Miss Rodgers exclaimed. It was more than Candace could take. She just had to taste that glorious pussy, and right this very minute. Surely Mr. Lute would forgive her forwardness, just this once, caught up in the heat of the moment.

Candace pushed her face between Miss Rodgers’ gorgeous shapely legs and flicked her tongue over her clit, then slid her body down to the floor to get a better angle. “Scoot down, I want to taste you,” she said, in a tone that revealed her impatience.

Scooping her own skirt up over her hips to enable her own legs to move freely, Candace sucked and licked and teased at Miss Rodgers’ nectar. Just as she suspected. Honey with a twist of citrus. Divine. Her own pussy was aching with need as she tended to Miss Rodgers’ impending orgasm. Freshly shaved this morning, Candace had wanted to relish her silky smoothness, and had worn no panties under her rather short, tight skirt. And then she felt it. Miss Rodgers had discovered her shaved pussy without any guidance from Candace,

Candace buried her tongue deep within Miss Rodgers, and Miss Rodgers returned the favor. Spreading her legs wider to give Miss Rodgers more room, Candace moaned with pleasure as she slurped at the droplets of moisture running out of Miss Rodgers’ ripe, rosy pussy. “Beautiful,” she thought, shuddering as Miss Rodgers touched lightly against her clit. She reached out to find Mr. Blue, and turned it up to maximum speed, then slammed it deeply into the source of Miss Rodgers’ wetness while she continued to lick and suck on her clit. With her other hand, she grasped Miss Rodgers’ ass and squeezed gently.

 

[Miltone]

"Miltone" Lute, Senior Partner of Lute, Robb & Plunder

“As you can easily see,” I instructed, gesturing toward the two lovely women at the front of the conference room, their half-naked bodies intertwining as they dined furiously on each other’s pussies. “With the proper direction of your newly improved management skills, your employees will be more than willing to work together … not as some mere workgroup, but as a Team … reaching their goals … getting results … and sharing a mutual satisfaction in a job well done.”

In the dim seating area, I could see that every pair of eyes was trained up front, and at least one half of every pair of hands was out of sight. I grabbed Ms. Morley’s crop and walked up the aisle. One of the poor fellows had his miniscule excuse for a cock out in his hands, pumping furiously.

“Ah, you must be Phil,” I said, whapping his hand sternly. “Shame on you! Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen! This is not for your personal enjoyment or entertainment! You are not to be thinking of yourselves here! This is something you are doing to help build the skill sets of your fellow employees … you’re doing this for your company, for your bottom line, for your very survival in the business world jungle!”

There was a general groan as they tucked their dicks back in their pants like a synchronized dance line. I could see that this group was begging for a management control session taught by one of my associates.

When my pager began to vibrate, I checked the number and saw the code for an interview flash. Ah, this must be the intern that WIXIE Widgets was hiring to assist on the project. Striding to the front of the room, I commanded the attention of the attendees.

“In this particular demonstration, we have assembled a team, brought in a ‘superstar’ worked, and yet notice how with the right encouragement, the new worker has been welcomed without the existing staff feeling threatened.”

Emma continued to grind her face on Ms. Morley’s sleek wet pussy, while Candace returned the favor savagely, pumping Mr. Blue in and out of the sopping cunt positioned above her face. The animals in the jungle had nothing to equal the nature of the sounds that came from their mouths. Seeing that the audience was enthralled by the scene before them, I slipped out the side door and checked in with the receptionist.

“Yes, Mr. Lute, the intern we have hired as your liaison is waiting for you in your temporary office, second floor, room 69,” she informed me, handing over an employee file for my review.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling at the sweet looking older woman. Forty never looked so good, I thought. “Is that suit new?” I asked. “It looks very good on you and the color compliments your coloring beautifully.”

“Thank you, sir!” she responded, her cheeks reddening.

While I waited for the elevator, I saw the glass front door swing open and Antonia Plunder sashay into the lobby, looking like blonde wet sex on two long legs if I ever saw it.

“Antonia!” I called out. We embraced professionally. “So nice to see you could make it. A fairly unenlightened group in there. You shall have your hands full once our team-building session is completed.”

“You know me, not happy unless there’s a delicious challenge,” she replied with her most disarming smile.

“Then why don’t you look in on Ms. Morley and Miss Rodgers, the CFO, currently undergoing some team-building training.”

“Mmm, yummy!” Antonia replied, licking her lips. “See you later, Milton,” she added with a wink.

“Ciao!” I called out as I stepped onto the elevator. Opening the folder, I scanned the application form. Jennifer McCoy. Sweet! Eighteen. Just out of high school. I chuckled when reading her career objective, “Wanting to learn the ropes of the business world.”

Room 69 was nice for a guest office, perhaps they had dressed it up trying to make an impression on me. Large mahogany desk, supple wine colored leather chairs with a matching couch. And sitting there beside the desk was my intern, Jennie. Striking long red hair and gorgeous dark green eyes.

“Miss McCoy,” I said upon entering the room. She scrambled to her feet.

“Mr. Lute,” she said sweetly as we shook hands. A lovely soft young hand too, with long slender fingers.

“You may call me Miltone if you like,” I said taking a seat behind the desk. “Shall I call you Jennifer, Jenn, Jenny, Jennie?”

“Jennie, please,” she said with a smile as sweet as her voice.

“Have a seat please. Make yourself comfortable,” I suggested as she sat and tried to straighten her crisp business suit, tugging down the hem of her short skirt down far enough to shade the tops of her stockings, and flouncing out the lapels of her jacket. “I hope you don’t mind my saying, but you certainly look more grown up than eighteen.”

She smiled and blushed, her dark green eyes glancing down.

“I’m sure that you have a lot of questions for me, which I’ll certainly be glad to answer, ” I said leaning back in the chair. “But for now, why don’t you tell me something about yourself … something that I wouldn’t know from reading your application or resume.”

 

[Funloving62]

Jennie Mc Coy Intern

She nodded slightly and sat_ back against the couch re crossing_ one long slender leg over the other as that slit to the side revealed just a little more leg then she truely_ intended to. She ran a hand over then slit hoping not to draw attention to it and hold it in place as she stared to speak.

"Well, I'm not sure what you need to know sir but. I'm right there in your hands ... what's on that paper is_ me_ basically. I still live at home with my parents, I like Music and the normal things a girl my age would like to do,"She did say with a grin as she pushed back a fallen lock of red that seemed to fall from the clip holding her hair in place. " I like _ to spend my off time on the beach in the sun, I surf a bit. I'm not very good but I have fun."
The slightest hint of a giggle escaped from her lips as she spoke thinking about the last time out there, sort of showing her age a bit there. _

Then she looked up her smile fading trying to turn serious again. " But I swear to you Mr. Lute, work would come_ first_ before partying and beach, and the whole nine yards." I just got this Car a really sweet little red Camaro but I still am making the payments on her. I also_ wanted to get a place of my own, you know move out on my own and taste what_ freedom really feels like, _ so I need this job. I swear to you, _ I am a hard worked, I'm a faster learned, I'm_ plights and_ I do as told , and know how to_ keep my mouth shut when I need to."

She realized she was babbling and not really showing him that last quality to well, _ but hey he did ask. She sat there quiet waiting for him to ask her more or tell her what was needed to be done. She was_ now_ back to_ being stiff and_ professional again not the relaxed teenager she was a moment again. "Any Thing else you would like to know Mr. Lute?"

He grinned watching her seeing the_ change in her_ suddenly after she was done with her little spiel, a glance even_ now and then to the slit showing just a hint of_ the gater that held_ those stockings in place.

 

[Adapt]

Aaron Brooks Service Director

-What a show he grinned as he continued to prepare an appropriate schedule to keep the sex coming for his, of course more important associates, he chuckled to himself as his eyes rounded the other party members on the table, wondering about some and tilting his head to others, the bother of a reprisal not being sought as they were all looking at the females indulging in each others wet holes. The sound of there sopping pussies being licked and vibrated echoed thru the room, and yet he was still lost in thought, he continued to take notes in his little hand held, his interest had peaked as he took to his feet, his smile still evident as this sexual experience had gotten to him, he was quite aroused but it wasn’t his place to indulge as he took to the door, his leather folder tilted to the side in front of him, in attempt to hide his massive bulge that pressed hard against his pants, but he was lucky in the fact everyone was looking towards the intertwined partners, actually more fear of the two seeing him then his employee’s as he exited, opening the door and quickly sliding towards the co-sex bathroom, opening the door and hurrying to a stall, opening the door with speed and quickly taking a seat on the toilet, quickly unzipping letting his mammoth penis fall out of the baggy pants, his pant was soft and streaming as he looked at the veined monster throb, he had to much on his mind to masturbate, so he waited until it passed…

Then he waited again and again, it was still as stiff as cement, he sighed in frustration as he leaned back on the plushy built toilet, his erection pushing to height as he relaxed, his hands clasping to the sides of the toilet rim, before he thought “Damnit, this isn’t going away anytime soon” as he zipped back up and then left the room, making his way thru the building and finally coming to a silent private room, taking a seat on the soft cushioned couch, sighing to himself in all hopes that as he was walking thru the halls that no one saw his massive erection, shaking his head slightly, thinking to himself, lute is really good at what he does, he admitted, quite a show he puts on…” he chuckled to himself as he sighed once more, “Finally in the safe haven of his office, not a window…he chuckled as he laid down on his couch looking to the roof, waiting for his boner to go away, looking down on occasion to still see the skyscraper of his penis pressing tight against his slacks, gritting his teeth hard as he kept seeing his ill timed erection…

Thinking, baseball, football, fruit, looking down, still not gone, cars, computers, last years financial reports, finally it had began to fall slightly limp and with a sigh he smiled as he ran his hand thru his slicked back hair, clasping his neck as he waited for it to continued its decent into his boxers, taking his stand, still a massive bulge rounded his pants as he paced back and forth, the meeting should be out soon as he looked to his watch, he rest was show and for Miss Rodgers benefit, so they should still be in the meeting he though to himself as he took a seat again, his reluctant stray of thoughts had caused his arousal to creep up on him again, noticing his pants pulling tight once more, he cursed as he looked down to see his pants outlining the fine details of head, the ridge crown and the slit at then end, again, not bearing the pain of his restricting pants, he came to sit behind his desk and unzipped letting his penis pull free as he sat there, hopping that no one will need him for a while-

 

[Lady_Kit]

Antonia Plunder

Antonia stepped from the black limousine and paused on the sidewalk. She smoothed the fabric of her jacket enjoying the way that it emphasized her full breasts, then gently patted the cheek of the distinguished man who held the door.

Thank you, Charles. I do appreciate the lift this morning, perhaps I should give you a lift in return.

The fine hair on his neck rose at the offered treat, but he said nothing, only smiled.

Oh well done! Not even the hint of a response. Control is essential in management.

She kissed him softly on the cheek and turned away without another word. Her hips swayed deliciously within the confines of her sort skirt as she walked to the entrance of the large office building.

Charles Emerson Smythe watched until her lush form disappeared then climbed quickly into his car and directed the driver proceed to the headquarters of CES Limited. He sighed softly, knowing it was going to be difficult to concentrate on meetings, mergers or financial reports today. But he would manage, he had before. Antonia had that effect on a man. He closed his eyes and remembered the night just past as his car sped away.

Antonia Plunder, daughter of a modern day pirate, of the corporate variety; and a beauty queen, of the southern blonde type pushed open the glass doors of the offices of WXYZ Associates. She’d inherited her mothers’ looks and her fathers’ personality. It was an advantageous combination in business. Her specialty at Lute, Robb & Plunder was in helping management to understand what it was like to be controlled, to be powerless. The polite class title was “Management Adjustment & Sensitivity Training” unofficially, one Executive Vice President had dubbed it, “Corporate Submission 101.”

Miltone Lute was standing in front of the elevator doors when Antonia entered the lobby. Their professional greeting was not what she’d have offered in their own offices, but that would have been too warm in public. She grinned wickedly when he told her about the training session in progress. Miss Morely was such an able and willing assistant, tasty too, as Antonia recalled. Just like Miltone Lute; Tasty.

Mmm, yummy! See you later, Milton.

“Ciao!” He called as he boarded the elevator and she entered the conference room.

The scene that greeted her was a familiar one, but no less erotic. Two beautiful women, one Miss Morley and the other Antonia assumed was Miss Rogers, the CFO were fully engaged in an enthusiastic exhibition of pussy eating. The sight had every member of the audience squirming in their seats. Antonia walked to the front of the room and placed her hand on the gentle curve of Miss Rogers ass.

Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen. I’m Antonia Plunder. I’m here to teach you about control.

Her voice deepened slightly; the word “control” hung in the air, sounding full of pleasure and pain in equal measure.

I think we’ll start with you, Miss Rogers. Isn’t it?

She patted the lovely ass and smiled when she felt a slight quiver in response.

 

[Miltone]

"Miltone" Lute, Senior Partner of Lute, Robb & Plunder

“Sounds like you have what it takes for this job,” I said, leaning forward in my chair. “Desire. Willingness to please. And the hard working and fast learning traits you expressed especially impress me. Those are very important in the business world. Just so long as you don’t let yourself be forced into doing something that you wouldn’t otherwise consider.”

“Thank you, Mr. Lute,” Jennie said, sitting up tall and straight in her chair, her back arching enough to show off the firm curves of her young breasts.

“Is that suit you have on Chanel?” I asked.

“Why, yes it is,” she remarked, lifting a hand to run it down over the breast of her jacket. Her long slender fingers fumbled nervously at the button.

”Very nice. It’s a good look for you,” I remarked, smiling broadly. “You know dressing for success is very important, from the suit on top to what you wear underneath. And today’s businesswoman has many more options than her sisters did years ago. Why today a woman can walk into a board room wearing a nicely tailored suit, such as what you are wearing, that tells every one who sees her that she is all business. Yet she can be wearing the daintiest, sexiest little nothings underneath that remind her that she is, after all, a woman.”

“Um, well, yes, she can,” Jennie replied hesitantly, her cheeks blushing. She looked down at her lap.

“Are you?”

“Am I what?” she asked looking back up at me.

“Are you wearing something sexy underneath your suit?” I asked.

“Um, yes … I am,” she said, looking back down and re-crossing her long legs. Her fingers toyed with the top button on her blouse, accidentally popping it loose to reveal just the least bit of cleavage. “I have on a little white lace bra and matching thong and garter belt.”

“All you needed to say was ‘yes’ although the details are very interesting, Jennie,” I remarked. “But it does make you feel sexy ... and good about yourself, no?”

She glanced back up at me, smiling through the blush that was showing on her cheeks. “Oh, yes it does!”

“Good to hear! So we have you dressed for success, Jennie,” I said. She nodded. “Now we have to orient you toward becoming a success in business.” I got up from my chair and moved around to sit on the desk facing her. I unbuttoned my jacket and let my leg dangle provocatively over the corner of the desk.

“Are you good at taking direction, Jennie?”

“Oh, yes sir, Mr. Lute,” she answered effusively.

“Call me Milton,” I said smiling. “So if I gave you a phone call to make, or a letter to send you would get right on it?”

“Yes, sir, Mist—um, Milton,” she beamed. “I’d jump right on it and see it through to the end.”

“Now how would you handle an unusual request,” I said. “Something that is unexpected or unconventional?”

“Well, it would depend on what it was and who gave it,” she said, looking a bit confused.

“What if, let’s say that it was me, and I asked you to, let’s say, stand up and come over here and kiss me?”

Jennie laughed aloud, tossing her head of short red curls back. But as she saw the seriously mischievous glint in my eye, her laugh faded and she looked at me squarely.

“You can’t say that it is a totally unappealing request, would you?” I asked.

“Well, no,” she said. “You’re quite a handsome man, Miste—um, Milton.”

“Then, Jennie,” I said slowly in a low voice and with a twinkle in my eye. “Please come here and kiss me.”

 

[nightray]

Ray

I sigh as I sit in front of my computer looking at the time I see that I had mist the meeting. I shrug then thinking that it doesn’t relay mater they wouldn’t miss me they never did as long at the system keeps running they don’t pay much atnchin to me. I smile thou the top brass never refused a request that had my signicher on it knowing that to keep there money poring in they had to keep me happy.

I sit back stretching my shoulder’s tight from leaning forward and typing for so long but it was worth it as the new program was reedy and a head of scedgiwil as well. It would speed thing up substantially. I smile at a job well don as I stand feeling my mussels strain at moving my foot tingling as it comes back to life.

I look around my small offis I could have had a bigger one but I liked this one it has a window with a nice view and it is on the upper floor. I move to the window looking out it my mind already moving ahead tords the next problem and out to salve it.

I turn back to my computer smiling as I hit a few keys setting the upgrade to happen tonight after every one has left so as not to interfere with work, and so non of the idets fuck it up as they have a very annoying habit of doing. I my eyes move to a note on my desk I hadn’t even notes the person leaving it there.

I pick it up and curs one of the imbeciles fucked there computer up and it’s bad enough that the techs under me can finger it out. I sigh irritable. I then walk out of my offs heeding to the offending computer. I wanted to bitch the person out but it was a farley attractive girl who was on the verge of tears. I sighed finding my self getting tong tide as I always did.

I just motion for her to get out of the way and I sit down at her computer. My teeth grit as I find the mistake she deleted so core fills. I sigh as I connect her cp up to the net work and reload them. I then block her access to those files.

“There you go.” I muter and walk away not looking at her as I walk slowly back to my office wondering what the meeting had been about. I’m shear I’ll get a memo about it or something. I just hope they aren’t thinking of fucking with my network agene.

 

[Funloving62]

Jennie McCoy Intern

“Then, Jennie, Come here and kiss me.”

The words plan enough simple enough to understand and comprehend , she swallowed hard and stood brushing the wrinkles from the freshly pressed skirt and moved over toward Mr. Lute sitting on the edge of that desk. The way he sat there with one leg on the floor the other dangling over the edge was not at all intimidating, yet his words where and knowing he was her boss one of the heads of this company. She stopped as she now stood before him biting on that lower lip of her nervously then a slight smiled cast over those pouty lips of her's even a sort of a Smokey come hither look to her eyes as she leaned over and pressed her lips sweetly to the mans cheek. She again bit her lip as she back from him yet he said nothing only looking to her almost like he was reading her mind as she stepped back abd looked back to him . " Like that Milton? Would There be anything further sir I can do for you?"

Oh on that he did have an answer, but it would come in time as for now he just sat there with this grin admiring her innocence and gumption eyeing her up one side and down the other.

" Well now Jennie , you did as told. Very good Miss McCoy, very good insight but... One thing you need to remember is, to always be ahead of the game, always know what your client wants even before he does at times. Now maybe I didn't make my wants known well enough to you."

He reached out and brush a curl from her cheek brushing is softly as he let his finger trail down to her silk blouse where the button had come open. . her eyes followed that hand slowly as it made its decent. listening to his words in advisement fully this time.OH she was starting to get the idea of what he had in mind as his finger just lightly traced the line of her cleavage before returning to rest over his thigh once more.

"In this company to get ahead there are certain ways to achieve this so called want. A fast learner like yourself , I am sure would have no trouble finding out just how to do that. I have high hopes for you in this company Jennie . I can see you helping out many of my partners here at the firm , but now I want you to try again. Do as I asked you. Come here and kiss me."

Jennie looked to Mr. Lute as she fully understood what he was say .She licking her lips slowly a sort of raw seductive display as she leaned over to him feeling another button pop , just to show him the hint of that Lacey bar she was wearing under that designer suite and she slide her lips over his. Slowly as she parted them sliding her own tongue against his lower lip pressing her hand to his chest as she leaned against him an if holding her self up yet she pressed her breast against his chest as well this time.

She parted as she smiled with a slow lift of her eyes to him. " Milton is that what you wanted sir?" Milton swallowed hard not truly done looking to the gentle swell that now was opening exposed to him as he grinned with a nod." I can see you will get along well here Jennie ,and you are a fast learner as you said. Welcome to Lute ,Robb and plunder. I am sure we will get plenty of use out of you and you will so enjoy being under me... In training I me of course. This is a teaching internship after all and I do so plan on teaching you quite abit about todays buisness world all ,the ins and out."

 

[Miltone]

"Miltone" Lute, Senior Partner of Lute, Robb & Plunder

“I really want to be successful, Milton, I want to learn … everything,” Jennie said, still leaning toward me, the swell of her young breasts displayed so appealingly as her white silk blouse parted.

”That’s very good as there are many things you must learn,” I replied, placing my hand under her chin as she stood before me, her hand still resting against my chest. “Do you have a boyfriend, Jennie?”

“Um, well, sort of,” she said, her brow tightening. “No one serious or anything if that’s what you mean.”

“Good. Just curious,” I said, my hand gliding down from her chin along her neck to her shoulder. “So are you experienced, sexually?”

“Oh, yes,” she giggled nervously for a moment, then sobered. “I mean, I’m not exactly a virgin.”

“Not exactly … so that means you are or you aren’t?” I asked, my hand moving to the edge of her shoulder.

“I’ve done it, if that’s what you mean,” she said, her cheeks blushing, as she smiled coyly.

“And how would you describe your experiences? Good, bad, indifferent?”

“Well, the first time wasn’t so good, but every time since then has been better, now that I know what I’m doing,” she said, tossing her head back confidently. “Like I said, I’m a quick learner.”

“So you did,” I said, letting my hand glide down along her arm to her hand that was resting on my chest. “So you did.” I took her hand in mine and pulled it down over my chest and stomach until it lay palm down in my lap, very near my thick manhood. “Now at Lute, Robb and Plunder, we promote some very unconventional employee incentive programs, and in the course of business it is often necessary to demonstrate certain aspects of these incentives to our clients.”

“That sounds very interesting, Mr. … uh, Milton,” Jennie said, her soft warm hand moving to rub lightly over my growing erection. Her face was growing flushed and she kept licking her lips.

“Now if I am going to be taking you out to demonstrate some of these techniques, I must be assured that you are capable of doing so satisfactorily,” I went on, leaving her hand to explore what lay in my lap while my hand slipped over to her hip and up over her body.

“Yes, sir. I understand,” she said, reaching her other hand over to touch me. “Demonstrate … techniques … satisfactorily.”

“Some of these techniques may include some very intimate interaction between us,” I said as my fingers followed the contours of her supple young body up to her firm breast. “The touching and caressing of sensitive parts of the body, for instance. Is that something that you are prepared to do?”

“Well, I like to be touched,” she said, biting her lower lip as my hand cupped her firm young flesh. He hands kept moving in my lap, the fingers of one hand outlining my rigid manhood that lay on my hip.

“And I can see that you like touch as well,” I said glancing down for a moment at her hands working over my lap. “I like to see a new employee display initiative, a very desirable trait in the business world.”

“I’m a self-starter all right,” Jennie boasted brightly. “When I see a job to do, I get right to it, and stick with it until it is completely finished.”

“Perseverance and determination. Very good. Hmm, so let’s say if I were to do something like this, perhaps,” I said slipping my hand inside her silky blouse, cupping and squeezing her firm young breast through the thin lace of her bra, feeling her nipple grow taut. “Would that not bother you?”

“Oh, no, sir. Not at all,” she said, the flush look spreading down from her face to her neck and chest. “Like I said, I like being touched.”

“Very good,” I replied as my other hand rose up to slip inside her blouse to fondle her other breast, eliciting a sudden gasp from her moist pouty lips. “Now there may be times when it is necessary for you to take initiative … take things into your own hands, so to speak, to accommodate a client’s needs and wants, to please the client. Does that appeal to you?”

“Oh, yes! The customer always comes first!” she said.

“Good, Jennie,” I said slipping my hands inside the cups of her little bra, and feeling the soft tender skin that lie beneath. “You are doing so very well in this little indoctrination exercise. I can tell already that it will bring me great pleasure to show you the ropes of the business world.”

“Thank you, sir,” she responded, leaning into my touch while her hands continued to clutch and grab at my erect manhood.

“Now, let’s suppose that I am your client,” I said, pinching and rolling her hard little nipples between my fingers. “And I have had a horrendous day, everything went wrong for me, and you are asked to … um, boost up my morale. Just how would you go about doing that? Please feel free to demonstrate if you’d like.”

Jennie looked at my with her dark green eyes heavy-lidded. She smiled impishly and glanced for a second down at my lap.

 

[Funloving62]

Jennie McCoy Intern

she thought a moment tugging on that lower lip ,as she thought a habit of hers when she was deep in thought or nervous. She looked up to him and smiled a sort of sultry yet innocent smile if there was something like that possible. " and you wish me to demonstrate this sort of Technique to you here and now Milton

" she smiled back to him hopeful now that she had felt over that rather large endowment he had hiding under his pants. He nodded" I have had a hard day and nothing is going right how can you make this client happy Jennie, VERY happy?"

She to noded and stepped back from him, reaching a hand up slowly over her collar up into that dark red hair, as she pulled the pin holding it in place, shaking it free to fall around her face and shoulder she looked thought that mass of hair and with smoldering green eyes she smiled ," let me see if I can help Mr. Client, I am very good in massages... Maybe that will help air you ." she moved around to the side letting her jacket fall from her shoulders to lay across his lap and she moved back behind him fully pressing her breasts up again his back before sliding that jacket he wore from his shoulders. setting the discarded jacket aside on the desk and working a third button lose to her own blouse as she slide her hand over the back of his shirt kneading taunt trained mussels.

" well now Mr. Client. To do this right we should take of this shirt so i can get to the raw points of this matter. " Her hands roaming around over your shoulders to slide down the neck of the shirt opening each button slowly one bye one. Her lips caress the side of his neck softly and you can feel her heated breath graze over your chest as she breathes steady yet deeply. " that's much better , I can get closer this way Mr. Client. Or can I call you Milton now ?" She nibbled a bit at his neck as he smiled nodding his head yes to her request .

." very good Jennie but still I the client is still very tense and please call me Milton always. in private. Go on what else would you do and remember this is a very important client." She smiled her hands roaming over his back as she pressed a kiss to his neck at the back softly blowing her heated breath against him lowering another hand to her own blouse to open the blouse fully now and press her breast against his bare back the lacy cups filled to the rim with her voluptuous abundance for a girl of her age , yet pressing them against his back as she massaged along his shoulder working her way around the front to slide her hand up and down over his chest nails raking over that flesh leaving tiny white lines as marks to her trail as she smiled, then working her breast to his back caused then to harden and poke up over the bra reveling the soft pink tips to his eyes as she moved around closer leaning over him massaging his shoulder while his eyes focused to the perky tips of her pink nipples peeking back to him, only inches from his own lips to see what the client would do to go further.

"This Milton, I would do gladly for you any time you felt stressed . It leaves me free to see how much further any client would wish to go from here?" Her hand then trailed down his chest over his stomach and rested at the tip of his bulging erection formed in his pants, presing her hand there feeling i under her hand as she gave it a light squeeze..

 

[Miltone]

"Miltone" Lute, Senior Partner of Lute, Robb & Plunder

“I can certainly see that you have the right aptitude for client relations, Jennie,” I said as the palm of her hand eased back and forth over my erection. “But a word of warning here, for what you are doing now may only add to the tension the client feels. You may find it necessary to go farther toward relieving that tension.”

“Oh, there would be no stopping me once I started in on a client, Milton,” she said, her fingernails scratching out the profile of my cock. “I want them to feel good about themselves and therefore feel good about me and the company.”

“Well put, Jennie,” I remarked. I leaned forward and my lips found the pert pink nipple of her breast. Touching her like this seemed to set her off as her hand began to rub more firmly. I let my fingers rub over her newly moistened nipple. “I couldn’t have put that better myself.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jennie said, her pouty lower lip quivering a bit, and her hands finding the back of my head, holding me near to her full and firm breast.

“Now as part of your orientation, maybe we can try a little role reversal in order to d give you an idea of what it’s like to be the client.”

“Okay, Milton, whatever you say,” she said leaning her head back as I teased her exposed nipple with the tip of my tongue. She shook her head, letting her red curls fall back over her shoulders.

“All right then, let’s assume that you are the unmotivated client and that I am here to invigorate company morale,” I stated while continuing to fondle her gorgeous young breasts. “How does that sound?”

“Oh, that feels … er, sounds great, Milton,” she replied with a deep sigh as I sucked her nipple inside my mouth. “I’m starting to feel motivated already.”

“Oh, really?” I said leaning back and reaching up to bring her hands down from behind my head. My fingers found the buttons on the sleeves of her white silken blouse and opened them. “In the interest of our little exercise here, don’t make it too easy for me. Remember you are caught up in a dreary organization doing a job that you don’t really care for.”

“Yes, sir, Milton,” she said, trying to stand up straight and stiff as I slipped the blouse from her shoulders. “I am unmotivated with a negative outlook.”

“Very good,” I said, scooting back on the desk to assess the situation. My eyes flowed up and down Jennie’s body several times. She smirked when they lingered on her breasts overflowing the little white lace bra and then on her long legs. “Notice how I observe the body language here, the stance, the posture, the way the shoulders are arranged. Do they hunch or slump forward in a resigned way, or are they held back and straight and proudly?” She slumped forward and pouted making me chuckle.

“How’s this?” she asked, trying to fulfill her part of the role play.

“Now I can see something that can be addressed right away,” I remarked, rubbing my chin. “It appears to me that this garment is making you uncomfortable.” I reached over and ran my fingers along the lace edging of her bra.

“Well, kinda sorta,” she answered, shivering as my fingers danced up along the strap to her shoulder and then down her back.

“Then allow me,” I said finding the clasp in back and deftly undoing it. I peeled the little garment from her and set it on the desk. “Now how’s that, Jennie? Feel any better.”

“Just a little,” she answered, trying to play her role.

“Then perhaps as a consultant, I should take the matter well in hand and dive right into the project,” I said, cupping her full firm young breasts and leaning forward to kiss and suckle each one. “I favor … the … hands on … approach … to these … client exercises,” I said in between licking circles around her pink nipples that were growing stiffer by the minute.

“Mmm, yes, I can feel something,” Jennie responded, her body beginning to sway as I motivated her young bosom.

“A good consultant must feel free to explore all options with a client,” I said letting my hands glide down from her breasts over the smooth silky skin of her chest and waist. “In order to better serve their interests, that is.”

“Serve their interests, yes,” she said arching her back and thrusting her breasts into my face as my hands drifted down over the curve of her ass. “Mmm, yes!”

“For it is only by exploring each possible option,” I remarked as my hands moved up underneath her skirt, “That the needs of the client can be understood … and acted upon.” My fingertips felt up along the edge of her little thong as my palms cupped the tight cheeks of her ass. I could feel the heat and hint of dampness that lie between her legs.

“Mmm, yes, serve my needs,” Jennie sighed urgently. “As a long-suffering client I have many unfulfilled needs.”

“So I can tell,” I said as my fingers following the edge of her thong around to the front and slipped down over the damp little triangle in front. “Needs that must be met to become a full functioning employee.”

“Oh, yes! Meet my needs!” she gasped as my fingers slipped underneath her thong and over the moist folds of her sex. She brought her hands to my shoulders and ground her self against my hand that was now cupping her pussy.

“See how this works, Jennie?” I asked. “Feeling the obligation to help a client … and applying the right kind of hands-on approach.”

“Oh, yes! Hands on!” she cried out. “As you client, I feel like I am dripping with motivation, Milton! Feel my motivation!”

“Mmm, yes,” I said with a smile, pulling my hand up from her damp panties. “Why you are so motivated that you can even taste it.” She took hold of my hand and brought it to her pouty lips, humming softly as she sucked on my fingers. I could see her flushed cheeks and a glowing redness of arousal flow down onto her neck and chest. “So now that you have seen this exercise, Jennie, perhaps we can revert back in our role play and you can show me just what you’ve learned about motivating a client. Hmm?”

 

[BlaqueRicanMami]

Dream Rodriguez, Human Resources Secretary

High heels were in that soft kitten gray, strappy showing small feet, toes painted that metallic silver, with those slim four inch heels, would click gently across that floor. Arms were loaded down with those folders that she had been sent up to Aaron Brooks' office with. Mr. Greene had told her that Mr. Brooks probably wouldn't be there, so just to leave the documents on his desk.

Even though he wouldn't be there, she was a little nervous. Pink muscle would come and slip out to glide over full lips that were already glossed with that Mac. She would place the files on the floor. Hands would come down to adjust that short gray silk skirt against caramelized thighs and rounded hips. Tucked neatly into that short skirt was a white silk men's blouse, that hugged that toned upper body oh so tightly. Around her neck was that matching silk tie in white. Silken and smooth tendrils of that deepest onyx were pulled back into a neat bun, held in place with those kitten gray chopsticks. That gray of her perfectly fitting clothes would bring out her own hues of that light gray, making them seem deeper and darker, especially since they were framed by long onyx velveteen lashes.

She would sigh softly. The petite beauty was nervous to be honest. She was attracted to Mr. Brooks...she had to admit. But, what type of chance did she have with him? She was just the token Hispanic, and a lowly secretary at that. She was just there to keep the company out of trouble with the different minority organizations. She would give a gentle knock to Mr. Brooks' door, bending down to scoop up those folders once more into her arms as she would wait a few minutes to see if he would answer before venturing inside.

While she would wait, she would let those fantasies run through her mind...Of Mr. Brooks' lips up against her own, large hands resting on those hips that she knew how to move to her advantage. Another sigh would leave her lips. She definitely didn't need to put herself through this aggravation today. The end of the semester was near, and she still had one more term paper to pass in. It was probably better to just focus all of her energy onto that, instead of what she couldn't have.

 

[Adapt]

Aaron Brooks Service Director

-Looking up at the gentle rapping on the door, oh shit, he thought, a person needs to see me, with that, his penis limped once more from surprised and quickly he pressed it, near painfully back into his pants…

Shaking his head as he spoke…

“Yea?” he asked in that soft toned voice, his hands that were riding his rigid penis soon feel to the desk, who would it be, he though to himself, a run of Characters slid across his mind as the door opened slowly, he was hoping it was his new secretary, she was extremely beautiful, a Hispanic of awe proportions, he had always digged that kitten gray she wore all the time, it was very provocative, very appealing to him, he remembered so many nights where he though of her, her sensual skin gliding with hers as he made love to her, his lips against the nape of her neck as he pulled her to impale upon his meaty cock, but fantasies, he wasn’t sure if this new Lute system would work on her, he continued to day dream, as his lips moved from her nape to her own lips locked in a passion drunk extreme of sexual intent, he felt himself growing hard once more to this simple touch of a fantasy and again he had to be free from his painful prison, cursing himself as he still wanted to press the fantasy, thinking of how those sweet lips, full and puckered to wrap around his rigid kingly scepter…

He shivered in anticipation, that sex lecture had gotten the better part of him; he was a calm cool calculating individual at one point, but now all he was sex on the mind…

His eyes widened as he saw who entered, he couldn’t believe it, it was the one person he wanted to come in, his meaty cock grew once again seeing her, the fine outline of her body had strolled in papers in hand, he took a deep swallow of built saliva as he gathered himself, he still couldn’t help the feeling that she would catch him, his penis still lay exposed, hard and wanting under his desk, she was just a beauty of pure perfection, should he take a chance?

“Ah Miss Rodriguez how may I help you?” he spoke confident, his voice, of course different, he usually spoke in mono-tones, real harsh, but now he had the voice of a singing angel, he seemed a bit to happy to see her-

 

[BlaqueRicanMami]

Dream Rodriguez, Human Resources Secretary

Once she heard those deep vocals summoning her inside...A dimpled smile would light up purely feminine features. He was there...inside...Sexual images would flash through her mind at a rapid pace. She could almost feel his teeth coming down on the soft caramel flesh of her throat...his hands squeezing full breasts...then sliding downward to roughly play with her clit through kitten gray lace panties.

No bra had been worn that day, and she brought the folders up against her chest to keep erect nipples from showing as her breasts strained against silk material. Folders were juggled a bit as she managed to open up that door, which would gently be closed with her foot behind her after she moved inside of the room.

As she moved deeper into the room, that sensual sway to her hips was natural, but she put a little more into it.

“Ah Miss Rodriguez how may I help you?”

She would pause for a moment when she heard his voice. She was almost halfway to his desk when she picked up that difference in his tone...she had to be imagining it, but he seemed like he was happy to her...Naw, it had to be her over active imagination, just like the one that imagined his tongue buried deep inside of that soaking wet velvet entrance.

She would close her eyes for a moment, before seductive walk was resumed. Folder were placed a top of his desk.

" Here are the files Mr. Greene told me to bring...up..."

Soft tremor was heard in her soft toned voice. She cursed herself silently. Those thoughts about Mr. Brooks had effected her more than she realized. Arms would instantly come up to cross over her ample chest, concealing those stiffened tips from him. Eyes would lower, but she would stare up at him through thick lashes.

" Is there anything else you need, Mr. Brooks...? "

 

[Adapt]

Aaron Brooks Service Director

-There was a lot more he wanted, a lot more she could do for him, his strong scent hung heavy on the air, a splash of sex mixed with his soothing cologne, he looked up to her, the throbbing of his head pounded to the beating of his heart, he was so caught in a situation, his penis laid out under the desk, all she had to do was look over slightly, he shivered in anticipation as he looked to her, her nipples pressing to the soft material of her silken clothing gave no help, my she was gorgeous, her caramel kissed skin was deeply arousing, how it contrasted the kitten gray, her swaying his were alluring and very provocative…

“Well, Dream…” he spoke her first name this time, should he ask, everything about her was sensual, right up to her name, Dream, he began a slow pant as he raised his eyes to her, slipping his ray-bands from his eyes and looking to her thru the sapphire watch of his irises, he took a deep swallow as her words echoed in the back of his head, he leaned in closer, the cascade of his breathing rolled against her sweet skin, so supple in nature, he had to taste her, he came even closer, a hair of a range, his lips dry with nervous anticipation, would she press sexual harassment? He just had to do it, if not now, then never, his eyes came to half veil as he studied her features, his cool calm exterior feel in a lust as he neared her more so, hopefully she would press her supple full lips back…

Finally his lips pressed to hers, like liquid molding to a surface, her lips were warm, moist with slide of her pink tongue, so sweet, like honey…

“Dream…I want you…” he spoke in a husky tone as he opened his eyes slightly to hers…-