Brand Values - Part 1

I wasn’t looking forward to another meeting, let alone at six in the evening but my boss had insisted that we hear an email system pitch that would ‘revolutionise’ our business. I held back my cynicism and agreed to attend, then waited for the sales guys to arrive. Luckily I had put my smart suit on and remembered to wear knickers! My boss liked me to be properly attired when we had any ‘outsiders’ joining us. I was duly suited with a nice little number from Hobbs. The skirt was a little higher than I normally wore but it showed off my fine calf muscles and these were accentuated by silk stockings and a pair of black stilettos that were so high I had to really concentrate on walking. I nipped off to the ladies shortly before six. I always liked to be a little late for meetings so that I could make an entrance. On my way to the ladies I noted the curvy outline of my arse in the glass of the boardroom window as I walked by. I hoped the sales guys would be cute, only that would save me from assured boredom. I would always position myself so that they could see my legs. Of course my skirt would always ride up a little too high once I was seated and I would absentmindedly run my hands along the inside of my thigh or perhaps gently stroke the top of my breast as I fiddled with my necklace. Always looking for distracted glances. However I didn’t like pussies. If they were too distracted and mumbling incoherently whilst they imagined me naked I wasn’t really interested. I liked my men hard, literally and metaphorically. As I approached the room I could hear the men talking. My boss was a bit of a pussy. I would constantly catch him furtively looking at my breasts with nervous darting eyes that made me want to reveal them to him there and then just to see if he would pass out or something. As soon as I entered the room all the men stood up.

“Ah here you are” said my boss

“This is Corina, our head of Brand Values.”

I looked in the direction of the men. The tall guy gave me his hand first, firm, assertive but warm, nice, he lingered a little as I tried to pull my hand away to greet the other sales guy. I noted a glance in the direction of my tits, not too long, and not furtive, as firm and pointed as his handshake. A good sign I thought. His partner then offered his hand and shortly we all sat down and waited for the presentation to begin. I made sure I sat at the front of the table so that they could see my legs as I crossed and uncrossed them throughout the meeting.

The tall guy started the pitch. As the words started tumbling out of his mouth in a confident and eloquent manner I started to gently and slowly move my hands over my body, all the time making as much eye contact with ‘Brad’ or whatever his name was. I didn’t really care. I didn’t listen to a word of the pitch. It wasn’t important. What was important was seeing how many inappropriate glances I could elicit from this man. I would run a tally in my outlook organiser and next to each meeting was marked not actions or issues but ‘IGs’. I think my record was 120 but that was with a big fat pussy who wasn’t a challenge at all. So I had devised an algorithm to rate meetings that involved identifying pussy to hard man factor and then multiplying by IG to come up with how successful the meeting had been. But this guy seemed to be off the scale of hard. As I gently ran my fingers along the inside of my leg I caught an IG, a little longer than usual. I pushed my index finger right up my skirt until I could feel the hairs of my pussy sticking out of the edge of my g-string. He looked fixedly and then smiled but all the while the words came tumbling out in the right order without a stutter or flinch. His stealth was making me wet! I would try and unnerve him a little bit. I pretended to fiddle with my necklace, then slowly undid another button on my blouse until the top of my bra and protruding breast were clearly visible. He finished his presentation while firmly fixed on the top part of my body. My boss, the idiot, had been so engrossed with the presentation that he hadn’t noticed any of the flirting. However Brad’s colleague had and he seemed a little vexed. Perhaps Brad had done this before. Perhaps he had a bit of a reputation. Brad did something next that unnerved me, instead of sitting back in his seat, he came over and sat right next to me without so much as an explanation to his new seating arrangement. This guy meant business and he wasn’t going to be intimidated by a panty hose, stiletto wearing office whore like me. He would be more than my match.

When, thankfully, the presentation was over, my boss said he had to rush off. Brad turned to his colleague and said that he would be along later. He wanted to go over some of the figures with me to clinch the deal. His colleague left. As soon as the door was closed Brad swivelled my chair round and slid his hand straight up my skirt and stuck two of his fingers so hard up inside my fanny that it made me jump. Thankfully my fanny was so wet that his fingers found little resistance. He was direct and to the point, I liked his style! He didn’t say a word, he didn’t have to. He took his fingers out and put them in my mouth. I took them in as I would have done his cock right then. I licked and sucked them and flicked the top of my tongue along his fingertips as a preview. He lifted me up and on to the desk and undid my blouse and gently slipped it off my shoulders and arms and threw it aside on the floor. He pulled out my breasts from the bra so that they firmly hung over the wire then he started to suck, lick and bite, teasing my nipples with his teeth, biting softly then harder and harder still until I let out a squeal of pain and delight. His fingers were pulling on my other nipple. He pushed me on to my back on the table and pulled my skirt right up to reveal my stocking tops and black g-string,. He pulled the g-string aside and started to stick his tongue inside me, licking me. He teased and pulled at my breasts all the while. 

Then he stopped, he turned me over. My arse was firm and rounded and he parted my legs so that he could admire my fanny and arse together, he stuck his tongue in my arse and then licked gently all around, then  pulled it away and down to my fanny, alternating between the two places as if he couldn’t decide which deserved the most attention. Then roughly and without warning he dropped his trousers and shoved his cock all the way inside my arse, all in one go. I screamed and worried about the cleaner hearing me. He wanted to hurt me for all that teasing. He wasn’t to be messed with. When his cock was all the way in, he left it there and covered my mouth so that I couldn’t make a noise. Then he pulled me down a bit and with his cock firmly in my arse he brought his right hand down in to the top of my knickers and started rubbing my clit, then he sat back down in his chair bringing me with him still impaled on his cock so that he had easier access to my clit and breasts. The pain of his unlubricated cock in my arse was quite intense and I could feel it pulsating. He cupped my breasts and tweaked the nipples hard and then pulled my hair to one side and started licking and kissing and biting my neck and ear. I was very close to orgasm. He rubbed my clit back and forth lubricated with the juices from my pussy. I could feel myself cumming, but before I climaxed he pulled me off his cock. He wouldn’t give me the satisfaction. He was teasing me as I had teased him. I was there for his pleasure and not the other way round. He stood me up and made me step out of my knickers and skirt. There was a feint line of white creamy liquid lining the crotch of my knickers. He picked them up and smelled them then placed them in his pocket. He undid my bra and dropped it to the ground. I was completely naked and exposed. He stood there for a while just looking at me. Then he poked two fingers hard inside my fanny and sucked my breasts roughly one after the other.

“I want to fuck your mouth” he said as he passed his fingers along my lips and then pushed them in to my mouth.

He ordered me on to the table on my back and he brought my head over the edge of the table so that my head was dangling down. Then he ordered me to open my mouth. The position facilitated the entry of his cock deep into my throat so much so that when he thrusted  it back and forth he could feel his cock protruding through the wall of my soft neck. With each thrust I could feel it going deeper down my throat. I made sure I breathed as he withdrew each time. I could feel his body tensing up and as he made his final thrust deep into my neck, he shot his cum far down my throat. He stopped and  I could feel his post cum cock throbbing in my throat and as he pulled away the cum drizzled on to my tongue and lips and face. As he pulled up his pants he came in close and said “next time I won’t be so gentle” and then he left. I got up and started gathering my things and getting dressed when the door suddenly opened, it was my boss, I still had cum drizzling down my face…