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| He was really such an insignificant little person, Frank Smits, my most recently appointed VP – easily frightened, easily reassured. He was, I suppose, a good man to have at the firm, but only for the mundane, the everyday stuff. He apparently had no imagination at all. His wife, Vivian, however, was a different story. A dear thing – small, about five four or five – and slight, she often seemed to be bewildered – or frightened. Mind you, that timidity surely accounted for some of her allure. I’d guess she was early thirties, and, certainly, she had curves in all the right places, but she came across rather forlorn or waifish. Notwithstanding, she was, overall, sweetly charming. Regardless of any charm, however, she had succumbed, without too much resistance, to my, albeit unscrupulous, manipulations. Thus, she was currently on her knees, beneath my desk – bobbing energetically on my rampant cock; her hands snaked up under my shirt so her fingers could dance on my nipples. Leaning back in my chair, grasping her head between my hands and pulling her along by her ears, I slid luxuriously between her lips as I spoke with her husband on my cordless headset phone. “Frank,” I addressed him heartily, “Jack, here.” His fawning reply was insipid to the point of nauseating, but I let it go. “Just Jack; no need for the ‘Mr. Danielson’ stuff. Anyway, I’ve got good news!” The good news – entirely bogus, though it was – was that he was no longer of interest to the investigation. Earlier I had insinuated that there was evidence pointing his direction, so he was being looked at in this embezzlement thing going on. Actually, I had a hunch that Carlie, my secretary, was somehow involved, but I couldn’t prove anything just yet. If it was Carlie, then she was pretty damn good, so I wasn’t going to confront her until I had ironclad proof. Regardless, it was she who had given me the ammo for this current scam. A closed embezzlement investigation was the perfect tool for sexual extortion. Frank had obviously worried his wife with the vague allegations I had alluded to yesterday in our closed-door meeting. This morning Vivian had arrived at my office, frightened and tense, but on her own accord, nevertheless, concerned that Frank might be being framed. I presented her with my very own, skewed evidence, which, she agreed, did seem to implicate him. I know I’m an unconscionable sleaze, but, nonetheless, over the course of a couple fretful hours I managed to convince Vivian that only I could exonerate Frank. Once she was convinced of that, it didn’t really take much longer to get her to accept that the cost of getting me to intercede would be a blowjob. She was initially flustered and sat at my desk, wringing her hands, eyes downcast. “Look, Vivian,” I told her, getting right down to business, “you’ve taken up my whole morning. I’ll fix this for Frank, but I’ve got work to do now….” At that, she lifted her face, and her eyes sparkled, thinking she’s just got out of it. “So,” I went on, crushing her with my words, “let’s just get onto it, eh?” I gestured with my head, “under my desk.” Her wide, staring eyes were priceless. “Hey, have we got a deal or not?” She nodded slightly and squeaked a response. “Okay,” I said, dropping my hands to open my fly. When she hesitated again, I nodded down at the front of the desk – a table really. “You can use your fingers on my nipples if you want – as long as you don’t get in the way. I have some important business to see to.” It was so easy, really. I felt her little hands fishing me out into the open, then the first tentative lick. “Ahhh,” I sighed, my cock coming inexorably to attention, then I leaned forward to resume some desk work, as she slowly got into the felatio. Then I had a quintessentially wicked idea. Now, I’m not the kind of guy that wonders if he can do something, I simply decide to do something, and that’s that. And I had decided, just then, that I was going to come in Vivian’s mouth while I had her husband on the phone. So I called up Frank to tell him that he was no longer a suspect, putting my hands over Vivian’s ears, ostensibly to guide her delicious lips up and down my straining erection, while we spoke. Hearing the relief virtually dripping from his voice, I got a little familiar – relaxing him, engaging in some jovial, guy-talk. “So, Bud, how’s that new office working out over there? They get you one of these bed-sized desks?” I snorted with laughter at his attempts at repartee, then continued. “You’ll have to get your secretary in there to try it out for size. What’s your girl like, anyway? Cute? Big bazoomas?” He sputtered in his reply, but I soldiered on. Vivian’s fingers dancing at my nipples, while her lips hugged my cock with slippery, warm caresses, were beginning to have an effect. Of course I had been rock hard since shortly after her first full stroke, but there’s rock hard, and there’s tempered steel, if you know what I mean. She was now, with my subtle guidance, stroking steadily from the edge of my glans right down to my pubes. I was impressed that she could take it all without gagging after the first couple of deep thrusts. “So, just between you and me,” I continued with her husband, dropping my voice conspiratorially, “have you had her yet? I mean, fucked the receptionist, yet, on your desk or, maybe, got her to kneel under your desk and blow you while you worked. Hey, not a bad idea, eh?” We laughed, me wickedly, him embarrassed. “But,” I added, entwining my fingers deep and firmly in Vivian’s hair then helping her accelerate – suddenly pumping furiously, “you’ve got such a beautiful wife,” – I could feel my fluids begin to boil down in my core – “I don’t suppose you’re interested in anything like that.” He made some lame reply about there always being room for fantasies. But I didn’t catch it all, for just about then I start to come. “Ahh, ahh,” I moaned into the phone, holding Vivian’s stretched lips and struggling head hard against my pubis. Frank what silent on the other end of the line – wondering, I figured. “Sorry, Frank,” I panted, letting him off the hook, “one of those aborted sneezes, you know? Takes your breath away.” Still holding Vivian tight in my crotch, I could feel her gasping breaths around my still hard cock. “Well, nice talking with you, Frank. Say hello to your wife for me.” I released Vivian’s head just as I disconnected. “Whoa, that was great, my dear,” I whispered as she emerged in front of my desk. Her eyes were wild and staring, her hair in a state of almost stylish dishevel. She pulled a hankie from her purse and dabbed her mouth. I watched her intently as I tucked myself – matted pubes and all – back in; but she couldn’t meet my gaze. “And don’t you worry about Frank and all that illegal stuff. I’ve looked after it.” She didn’t know what to say, so she muttered, “Thank you.” “Well, thank you,” I heartily laughed. She stood, still very uncertain and confused. “See you later, then.” She nodded, straightened her skirt and headed for the door. The moment Vivian had left, Carlie came in with a handful of messages. Carlie was a short, almost plumpish version of Brittany Spears. Her radiant smile belied an impishness – a barely-under-control wildness that was, if nothing else, intriguing – maybe a bit unpredictable – or scary. She had been with me for the better part of a year now, but I had striven to maintain our relationship as strictly professional, and had done exactly so. Carlie spoke as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but something in her demeanour or poise made me think she knew why I had had the ‘do not disturb’ light lighted on her switchboard. She probably got a sense of it from Vivian, as well – maybe she could smell it. “David’s been trying to get you for the last hour,” she said, flatly, depositing a veritable sheaf of paper on my desk pad. Now, David McInnes, my other VP, was much more of a go-getter than his counterpart, Frank. He was a good businessman – shrewd and creative. He could be depended on to find novel and imaginative solutions. More brash, but, it turned out, not as self-assured as he thought. When I first told him of his interest to the investigation, he’d replied, “How could that be?” “Well, you tell me David.” I shrugged, as he stammered. “The evidence is all there. And it all points to you.” “Show me this alleged evidence!” he bellowed, letting his temper flare a bit. I stayed calm, and sympathetic. “I’d like to, Dave, but the investigation’s under way. I just can’t – you know, can’t compromise official evidence.” It had taken a little more Machiavellian conniving to get him, but it had eventually worked. I had pulled this whole insinuation/suspicions thing on him several weeks earlier. His wife, too, had come promptly to speak on his behalf. Glenda had been a little more work than Vivian. She was a statuesque, almost voluptuous woman, in her early forties, not afraid to say what she meant, or give orders when necessary. Much more self-assured, it turned out, than her husband. So, when I eventually got around to the price for my succor she was shocked, indignant, and incredulous. “You’ve got to be kidding!” I shook my head ever so slightly, not taking my eyes off her. “Not in this day and age!” she declared in stark disbelief, looking for some relief in my gaze. Finding none, she continued, “That’s – that’s extortion!” I nodded, letting a tiny smile form at my lips. “Extortion, sex-tortion,” I shrugged, “whatever.” Her rant gradually became a plea, then a whine. I just waited, letting her get through her distrust, her wariness until she finally realized that I held all the cards. At last Glenda’s shoulders slumped and she went quiet. I stood up abruptly, and dramatically swept off my desk with my arm. Then patted the shiny rosewood surface while giving her a meaningful look. Suddenly her surrender was complete. She straightened her shoulders, put her hip to the desk and swung herself onto it. Lying smoothly back, she’d raised her legs and pulled off her panties like a pro. Planting her heels back onto the shiny surface, she let her knees fall to the sides, exposing a neatly trimmed box. I stared for a moment, mesmerized, then it struck me; she had already resigned herself to what was about to transpire, for her nether lips were beginning to show pink, with a hint of glistening sheen, there, down the centre of her bush. Slowly working the front of my pants to unleash the snake, I whispered, “Show us yer tits, Glenda, dear.” I had, by that time, already had extra security cameras, installed. This apparent embezzlement going on didn’t anger me as much as it puzzled me. Being a rather closed person – “My business is my business!” – I was determined to run the ‘investigation’ myself. In fact, I was really the only one aware of it – other than the thief, of course. In an effort to keep it all close to home, I had surreptitiously had security cameras installed to record, on twelve-hour loops, the goings on in the main office, and the VPs’ offices, downtown; my reception area; my office; and, on a hunch, the spare office next to mine. One of the hidden cameras in my office was aimed at my file cabinet and centre drawer of my desk. Serendipitously, that camera would later give a good shot of Vivian’s head bouncing in my lap. In fact, when I had leaned back in the chair, I had pulled her into full camera view, and when she had looked up at me at the top of a stroke, well, that picture was absolutely marvelous. Anyway, with Glenda lying on my desk, skirt hiked, legs spread and ready, blouse gaping and bra pulled down, her boobs still perky enough, I had suddenly realized that this was going to make a great video. “Note to self: replace cassette before leaving.” Oh, I had waffled on buying a couple of spare loop tapes, but now it became clear why I did. I stepped to the edge of the desk and leaned forward, inhaling Glenda’s musky woman-ness. She was motionless, except for a slight quiver high in her thighs. Cold? Fright? Anticipation? I put my lips to the top of her slit, and ran my tongue lightly up the barely exposed lips. A shiver echoed through her bottom, across my lips as I rested them for a moment against her curly thatch, reveling in her redolence. She was trying to be detached but, reaching over my head, I found her nipples to be hot and hard and very erect. I pinched them firmly as I ran my tongue along her cleft once more, and, sure enough, it was getting wider and wetter. Continuing to knead her mammaries, pinching and pulling her nipples relentlessly, I gave her emerging clitoris a brief suck before tracing my tongue and lips up under her gathered skirt to her tummy. Her hands still lay passively on her thighs, but her dissociation was quavering. Breath coming in short whimpers, bottom squirming, legs quaking, abdomen quivering, her capitulation, it seemed, was almost complete. She was rapidly approaching orgasm. Drawing my tongue back down between her puffiness, I darted its point as deep as I could before withdrawing to circle her clit once more. I could feel the tiny electric shocks, spasms running through her genitals, those delicious precursors of climax. Slowly I crawled onto the desk to cover her. A sheen of sweat sparkled on her heaving chest. Her hands convulsively grasped my waist, assisting me into position. My erection had seemed to keep growing – ‘way beyond its normal stature. Vibrating and poised, as my steely Dan nudged her moistened, trembling labia they quivered and spread in welcome. Glenda’s eyes deliberately opened and she stared, hungry, unapologetically into my face, puffing out her cheeks as I entered her with one thrust. When I hit bottom, she grunted and twined her ankles over the small of my back. She was so wet – holding me tight like a soaped, silk glove. I pulled a slow retreating stroke. At the apogee of my withdrawal she dug in her heels and pulled me back into her, rocking her hips to fully engage. And that was it. I started pounding and she started screaming. Her fingernails, like claws, dug into my sides and heaved me up and down, in and out, back and forth, mercilessly. I swallowed her cries, planting my mouth firmly on hers, lest she summon unwanted attention with her wailing. Her incredible, long, wild and persistent orgasm hauled me over the edge to the most powerful and plentiful climax I could remember. Volley after volley of semen pumped into her, sucked and swallowed by her clenching cunt, until I collapsed onto her chest, virtually insensate as her legs slid limply from my back. When we’d both regained our senses, I hoisted myself off her. Our eyes locked in some sort of mutual appreciation, until I gave a shake and began to recomport myself. “Holy shit! That was one for the books,” I chuckled, remembering the security videotape that must have recorded it all. "I’ll give David a call and tell him he can rest easy. I’ll ensure he’s left out of all the messiness.” I smiled at Glenda as she slid from the desk, straightening her clothing. “So,” she said, her voice not quite flat, “we’re done then?” “Oh, I think so. Well worth the price of admission, wouldn’t you say?” She had just shrugged and headed for the door – filled, no doubt, with confusion and embarrassment. Once she was out of sight, I’d headed for the hidden video recorder. I could hardly wait for the rerun. Carlie had almost caught me getting the tape, but she said nothing about my visitor, nor my cleared desk. I had called David and told him that he was no longer of interest to the investigation. I didn’t manage it anywhere near as sardonically as I later did with Frank – disappointingly, in retrospect. Glenda’s video debut had, indeed, been great! Could have used a few more camera angles, et cetera, but it was reasonably clear, and unreasonably erotic. So now I looked forward to seeing the wonderful oral talents of Ms. Vivian on tape, as well. Once I had viewed the second tape, I started thinking, and, never being one to leave well-enough alone, I selected a few of the more el flagrante shots, and emailed to them to their respective subjects, saying, to each, that they are welcome to the original files if they’d do just one more little thing for me. I arranged separate meetings with each of them to discuss the details. “This is blackmail!” they had both complained. “Blackmail? Business?” I replied, “Call it what you will, you’d be wise to keep our appointment.” In a moment of inspiration I added, “D’you know what a computer bomb is? Any interest by authorities will cause automatic, widespread dissemination of your porno debut, as it were. Do you understand?” This, of course, was complete bullshit, but I didn’t think they’d know that. It worked; both of them showed up, on time, for their personal interviews – Glenda pissed off, Vivian diffident – but there, nonetheless. “I just want you to do a little play acting,” I explained. “I’m trying to impress a rather libertine friend, so I want you to join us and act as if you are an experienced and completely licentious – ah? – profligate? – roue?” I didn’t give either time to comment before going on. “You’ll have to be convincing; if you can fool my ‘friend’ into thinking you’re doing this willingly, I’ll call us square. Okay? But you’ve really got to be believable, otherwise I’ll lose her, then you’ll need to help me in other ways, to avoid losing an awful lot more. Got it? Really convincing! Even I’ve got to believe you’re enjoying yourself.” Understandably, they each balked initially – Glenda with prideful indignance, and Vivian, in wide-eyed horror. “You’re not serious!” they had separately echoed one another. “Oh, yes,” I insisted. “Remember Stearnman?” Of course, everyone remembers Stearnman. It was such a scandal, it made a small town of the city’s business community. “D’you think Mrs. S. just took it into her head one day to blow young Feinster Jr. in the parlour?” They had both been duly silent at this – eyes wide. “Oh, no.” Oh, yes, Jackie had been threatening insurgence – getting a little hard to handle – dissatisfied with our affair. “I promised her it would be just this one last time. Then I wouldn’t bother her again.” With Jackie, it had been consensual, but she’d wanted more. “But, you see, she had been bucking. She had already had her last chance.” I raised my eyebrows slightly and grinned at the memory. It had been barely a year. She had been caught, by the child’s mother, on her knees with the fifteen-year-old son of the major stockholder coming in her mouth. “And I let her know that if she even mentioned me, her hubby would be up the creek and her own children would have to quit university.” They had each remained silent. They, of course, didn’t need to know that it hadn’t actually been any of my doing. She had gotten some half-baked idea about making me jealous – making me, I’m not really sure, run away with her? Marry her? Anyway, she’d actually gone off and done it all on her own; still it made a good story. “She got several years in the slammer, I believe!” I shrugged, adding, “I’ve asked her for nothing since, eh?” Aghast, they each continued their silence. “So don’t cross me!” I growled threateningly, turning for a moment to gather my thoughts and let the gravity of the situation sink in. Returning to the task at hand, I muttered in conclusion, “Oh, yes. I’m very serious.” It was interesting the way that exchange played out almost identically, yet separately, with both Glenda and Vivian. In fact, the complex ‘situation’ I’d had in mind was more difficult to set-up than I had anticipated. Still, I love a challenge, and, in the end, it was well worth it – furthermore there was an unexpected bonus; but we’ll get to that later. Instructing them both to “dress sexy – and ditch the underwear,” I told Glenda to come into my office at exactly 2:00 pm on the appointed day, and Vivian a half hour later. |
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