Chapter 1
Heather walked briskly down the hall, wondering why the Senior Vice President had summoned her to his office. She'd briefed him the day before on the latest marketing proposal, and he gave her the green light. Maybe he changed his mind about something. Or maybe the company president didn't like the strategy.
Whatever, she always felt a little edgy when she had to enter the corporate suite. She visited it only once a month or so. She would just as soon not visit it at all. People in positions of power made her nervous.
The secretary stood when Heather entered the outer office. She wondered why. Usually, the woman was barely cordial.
"Mr. Brack is expecting you," the secretary said. "Go right in."
Heather nodded, swallowed her heart, and went into the inner sanctum. Kenneth Brack looked up and smiled.
"Good afternoon, Heather." He came around the desk and sat in a large leather chair in front of his desk. "Have a seat." He waved to the couch facing his chair. "Would you like a cup of coffee?"
Something was different. Brack was usually cool and business-like. His friendly attitude made Heather more uncertain. "Yes, thank you," she said. "Black, no sugar."
Brack smiled. "Same way I take mine." He poured two cups of coffee from a carafe on the coffee table and set one in front of her. "You seem uptight, Heather. Do I make you nervous?"
She laughed nervously. "Yes," she said.
"I like your honesty." He leaned back in his chair and looked at her steadily. "A man I worked for years ago took his coffee so thick you could barely pour it. He said there was no such thing as strong coffee, only weak people. He liked strong people. So do I."
Heather sipped her coffee and waited. She didn't think he expected her to reply. She didn't know what to say in any case.
"I don't like the way the marketing department is being run, Heather," Brack said. "We have too many people who couldn't sell water in the desert. I'm fifty years old, Heather. I have trouble relating to some of the young people we have working for us. For the life of me, I don't know where they come up with some of their weird ideas. Time to do a little pruning and shake things up. I've had my eye on you for quite some time." He looked at her over the rim of his cup as he paused and took a sip of coffee.
Oh, shit! she thought. Here it comes. Well, it was nice while it lasted. Fortunately, I have enough saved to tide me over until I can find another job.
She set her cup down and looked at him calmly, more self-composed than she felt. "I don't know where this conversation is going, Mr. Brack. If you don't like my work, you should have said something sooner. I don't consider myself young, but it isn't true that an old dog can't learn new tricks."
"Aw contraire, Heather," he said, using the French expression for on the contrary. He liked to use French whenever he could. He thought it made him sound more suave. "You're mature, but I have no doubt you can learn lots of new tricks."
"Mature, huh?" she said with a faint smile. "Is that another way of saying that I'm over the hill?"
"You're not even at the foot of the hill," he said. "Every woman should hope she.. . " He stopped and shook his head. "No, I won't take a chance on being charged with sexual harassment."
"Go ahead." She chuckled softly. "I think you were going to compliment me."
"Yes, I was going to compliment you. Every woman should hope she looks as good as you do at forty." He smiled. "Yes, I know your age. I was just reading your personnel file. For the third time."
"Thank you. I don't consider that sexual harassment."
"You took a double major in college. Psychology and marketing."
"Mass psychology, actually. I'm not interested in the trials and tribulations of the individual. Marketing is about how large groups behave."
"You're a good role model for women. You're efficient, gracious and very professional. I admire professionalism."
"I still don't know where this conversation is going, Mr. Brack."
"You ought to start calling me Kenneth. The other VPs do."
"The other vice presidents?" she said, not quite sure she was hearing correctly. "That implies that I'm a vice president."
"You are," he said. He held his hand across the table. "Congratulations. As of today, you're the Vice President of Marketing."
She shook his hand with a look of stunned disbelief. "Well, I certainly didn't expect this. What about the men who are senior to me?"
"Block out your entire morning tomorrow for me," Brack said. "We'll go over the personnel records and decide who you want to keep. The deadwood goes. Anyone else who doesn't want to join the parade can watch from the curb. Now, come with me and I'll show you your new office.
Can't have a vice president working in the slave quarters."
Kenneth opened a door connecting to his office and ushered Heather into her new office. She stood in the middle of the floor and turned around slowly, surveying the room.
"Very good," she said. "Better than anything I've had to date. Two windows, a fine view of the mountains, and my own private bathroom. You went all out."
"I chose the furnishings," he said. "If you don't like something, feel free to change it."
"You have good taste, Kenneth." She faced him and looked directly at him. "Did you promote me so you could get in my pants?"
He flashed her a bright smile. "Nope. You're the best person for the job. If I promoted you so I could screw you, and you did a poor job, the big man would fire me. That would make you a very expensive piece of ass. I won't pay that much for a piece of ass, no matter how good it is."
"Suppose you didn't have to pay for it?" she asked coyly. "You've been ogling me on the sly for weeks."
"Caught me, didn't you? I can't help myself. Not many women can hold a candle to you in the looks department. In fact, you look good enough to eat."
"You'd better have a big appetite," she chuckled. She stood close to him and caressed his cheek. "I've also been ogling you. I didn't want to let you know. I was afraid you would get the idea that I was trying to use my pussy to get promoted. I don't mix business with pleasure."
"Hmmm, why don't we take a break from business and christen your new office? My secretary won't let anyone come in unexpectedly."
"Cum is the right word, isn't it?" she said softly.
He put his arms around her and ran his hands over her back. "No bra, huh?"
"I never wear one."
"I didn't think so. I love the way you jiggle when you walk." He cupped her full, fine ass. "God, you turn me on! I would have promoted you a long time ago if I had known this would happen."
"No, you wouldn't," she laughed. "You're too good a businessman." She rubbed her plump pussy mound against his cock. "Is that for me?"
"As much of it as you can take, honey!"
"I want all of it. I want you to make me cum so hard that I lose my mind. You up to it?"
She incited his passion. Erotic heat radiated through her dress and permeated his body. The thick nipples capping her full tits were already erect, protruding like two little hillocks on top of majestic mountains. His cock strained against his trousers.
"See for yourself," he said softly.
She slid his zipper down and reached into his pants with her right hand. She fondled him with feathery caresses that made him tremble. Her fingers played lightly over every inch of his cock and gently massaged his balls. She pulled his prick out and looked down.
"God, now I know what a blunt instrument is," she said in awe. His cock was a little more than average in length. It was a lot thicker than average. The exceptional thing about it was the immense head. "I've never seen such a big head." She reached into his pants with her left hand and cupped his balls. "Your balls are so full. Did your wife send you off to work without any this morning?"
"Yeah," he said.
"I don't mind," she cooed. "That leaves more for me." She squeezed his cock and balls simultaneously as she sank slowly to her knees. She held his rigid, pulsating shaft in her right hand and his balls in the soft, warm palm of her left hand. Her long pink tongue slithered between her sensuous lips and curled around the head of his cock. She licked the ticklish, bloated knob all over without haste.
Kenneth stared down at the gorgeous young woman as she made love to his cock. The heat of fervent carnal hunger pervaded his entire body. The tender touch of her soft hands made his prick swell until he thought it might burst.
She slid her tongue along the underside of his lance and tickled his balls with the tip. She licked along the top of his shaft to the end and let the knob slip into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide around the head like a hairless pussy.
He sighed and trembled. No one had ever sucked his cock with such skill. He wished his wife sucked him half as well. When she sucked him at all. He undressed without interrupting her cocksucking.
Her tongue slid over her lower lip and along the underside of his prick again. He nearly lost control. She chuckled and pulled her head back. "I want your first load in my pussy," she said softly.
She stood and kissed him. Her tongue plunged down his throat. His hands roved eagerly over her voluptuous body. He bunched her dress up, baring the cheeks of her shapely ass. He cupped her naked buns and kneaded the silky flesh. His rampant rod poked her in the belly.
She backed away, stripped her dress over her head and bent over to push her panties down. He ogled her heavy tits as they swung under her chest. She went to her new desk and sat on the edge. She crooked her finger at him and said, "Heather's cardinal rule, honey. Lick before you fuck." She leaned back on her elbows and parted her legs, exposing her thick red bush and sumptuous slit.
He stared at her hot cleft and licked his lips. "It looks scrumptious!" he said huskily.
"It is," she replied. "Lick it and see for yourself."
He got on his knees and kissed the puffy pink lips that glistened through the heavy growth of curls. She put both hands in her crotch and spread her cunt open wide. He began to lick her drizzly slit from end to end. He paused at the bottom to stab his tongue into her hole and lap up her tasty nectar. He stood up, held his prick in one hand, and began to rub the formidable knob up and down her enticing gash.
Heather grabbed his cock and pushed it down. She threw her legs around his waist and wiggled her ass. Kenneth shuffled forward. She grunted as the enormous head attacked the small opening of her cunt. He slammed his prick home, boring in her to the hilt with one swift lunge. The head of his prick hit bottom and she moaned. She tightened her legs around his waist and began to hunch.
He held still, enjoying the glorious awareness of her hot cunt rippling around his prick. "Jesus, you're tight," he muttered.