The Promotion
written by:
Mellors

I have good news. There's a reason this wasn't posted until now. You won't be waiting around forever to see where this goes. All five chapters of this are already written. I will post them up over the next few weeks.

It all started with the last words one wants to hear during a recession.

"I need to see you in my office at the end of the day."

That was the entire e-mail message that arrived at my desk that afternoon. I wasn't good for much after that. All I could do was wonder what my boss, Katherine, intended to tell me. I had to believe that my job was in danger.

I was scared. I hadn't put together a resume since I'd started working for my employer ten years ago. I had no idea what I would do if I were out of a job. Where do you go to find new ones these days?

The minutes trickled by. Occasionally, I would see Katherine moving around the office talking to people. She didn't seem like she was in the mood to fire anyone. But she was avoiding eye contact with me.

At 5:00 pm on the dot, I wandered over to her office, knocked and was let in. She was at her desk, typing on the computer. She motioned me to a seat and I waited, my stomach in knots.

It was hard not to let my eyes wander as I waited. Looking at Katherine made me feel a little better about my fate. Katherine may have been my boss but that didn't stop me from noticing how attractive she was. Tall, with a pretty face, long black hair and a great figure with an emphatic bustline. She was far too pretty for someone so smart. in fact, to be taken seriously, usually tried to de-emphasize her looks with professional clothing, little make-up, hair pulled back and schoolmarm glasses. It wasn't entirely effective. The effect was more "hot librarian" than anything else.

I'd been with the company almost ten years and seen her get even more attractive as she got into her 30's. Her professional outfit -- black slacks, white blouse and black glasses -- somehow made her look sexier. Her hair was up in a bun but a few loose strands perfectly framed her face and dark eyes.

But I wasn't working for her because she was hot. Well, not entirely. She was a very good businesswoman. She and her husband -- mostly she -- had taken our little software company from four to thirty-eight employees. And that was only one of their business ventures. We were weathering the recession pretty well -- or so I thought.

She finally put down her papers and looked up at me over the rims of her glasses. I wondered -- again -- if they were just clear frames that she wore to make herself look professional.

"Hi, John. How are things going?"

I swallowed nervously "All right, I guess."

"That's good. I suppose you're wondering why I called you in here?"

"It had crossed my mind."

Here it comes, I thought. I began to do some mental arithmetic on how long I could survive on unemployment.

"Could you close the door?"

That wasn't good. I somehow got up and did it, then resumed my seat. She looked nervous, which was rare for her.

"Well, I called you in here because we're shaking things up in the businesses we're running. I'm going to be spending a lot more time at the catering business downtown, essentially taking over management of it from my husband."

"Oh."

"And that means that some people here are going to move up a step. Brian will be taking my spot as manager."

Brian was the head programmer -- an older man in his 50's.

"And I want you to take Brian's job -- with a concordant salary hike."

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I'd come in thinking I was about to get a pink slip; now I was getting promoted. I wondered how long she wanted me to wait before I screamed, "I'll do it!"

We spent the next half hour or so talking about highly specific and technical aspects of the new job. Strangely, as I became more relaxed, she seemed to grow more nervous.

Finally, when she'd finished, she asked me to close the door to the office. When I pointed out that it was already closed, she giggled slightly -- I don't think I'd ever heard her giggle before. She hesitated a bit as though weighing what she was about to say then let it out.

"There's a reason I'm going to be spending most of my time downtown."

I waited.

"No one know this yet," she said. "But my husband is leaving the business."

"Oh?"

"Or more accurately, he's leaving me," she added. She paused a moment, looked down at her desk and then said, "And not for another woman."

It took me a second for that to process.

"Oh. I see."

I would like to say I surprised but I wasn't. The entire office had long suspected that Thomas was gay. No one had a problem with it but we had hoped he would come out of the closet before they had kids or something. I was almost relieved to hear it.

"So ... why are you talking to me about this? Do you need me to take over some of his duties?"

Katherine leaned back in her chair, making her heavy bust jut out. I couldn't help but ogle and I could see a little smirk that indicated she knew what I was looking at.

"I guess ... that's one way of putting it."

"What?" I was suddenly becoming confused again.

"Well, I ... I suspected that something was going on with my husband for a long time. He ... wasn't interested in me. Physically."

She smiled slightly as my eyes inadvertantly played up and down her luscious figure again. She could tell what I was thinking -- a man would *have* to be gay not to want her.

"And ... so you see ... you could say that I'm ... somewhat deprived. I have needs. Deep needs. And they haven't been fulfilled in a long long time."

I felt myself jump as the direction of this conversation hit me like a ton of bricks. For a moment, disbelief flooded me. This had to be a dream. It simply had to be. Women who look like Katherine don't ... they just don't.

"I've thought about it a long time -- I've known this was coming for ... a while. And I really ... I really don't want to go on the dating scene. This business ... it's going to take up even more of my time."

She paused and took off her glasses. I noticed that her hand was shaking very slightly.

"But those needs ... they aren't going away. They've been bottled up pretty much for my entire marriage. I've always had a strong ... drive. And it's only gotten stronger as I've gotten older. You do understand, right?"

I nodded. I didn't want to speak for fear of breaking whatever spell was on me. But my shock was slowly giving way to arousal. My cock stirred heavily in my pants as she continued, still leaning back in her chair and giving me a tantalizing intoxicating view of what she was about to offer me. This couldn't be happening. But it was.

"I supposed that I could go online or take out an ad or something. There are services that cater to women of my ... means. But that's dangerous. And then, just the other day ... almost as if it were meant to be ... I overheard April talking to you on the phone."

And then, suddenly, the light went on. So that's why she's talking to me. It all made sense.

April was one of our business managers -- and a damned cute one. She was friendly and sweet and funny and, somehow, both feminine and a bit of a tomboy. She was really one of the guys -- perfectly comfortable hanging out with all the programmers. And her girl-next-door looks and tomboy personality made her very popular.

She was also, not to put too fine a point on it, my fuck buddy.

We'd never dated -- we'd tried and it just hadn't worked. We didn't have much in common. But we were incredibly compatible sexually. So when neither of us was dating -- and sometimes when we were -- we'd get together and just fuck. No strings, commitments or emotions. Just two people enjoying the gift of sex and going on their way. By now, we knew each other so well sexually it just seemed a pity not to take advantage of each other when we felt like a night of meaningless but explosive sex.

"Yes, I know about you two," Katherine said. She put her fingers together. "It doesn't matter to me. I know it's not very modern of me, but I somehow think my employees can date, screw or marry as they will. I don't have a dating policy, least of all a casual sex policy. You're grown-ups. I treat you like it."

She paused and leaned forward. The sight of her breasts moving underneath her shirt made my cock get serious about getting hard.

"So there I am, at the copier, wondering what to do. Wondering how on Earth, now that I'm free, I can finally find some satisfaction. And over the cubicle walls comes her voice. And she's talking about how ... skilled you are. And you're single. And ... I like to think that we're friends."

She wrung her hands and looked down at her desk.

"It sounds so silly now that I'm actually saying it. But ... do you see what I mean?"

"Are you saying," I began slowly. "That you want you and I ... to have what ... April and I have?"

She nodded and looked up. "Like I said, I don't have time for complications. But at my age -- and with my sex drive -- I could really use ..." she grinned. "I could really just use a boy toy, if you'll pardon me. Especially one who, according to April, knows what he's doing. And one who I already know and trust."

I sat there in stunned silence. I had come into the room expecting to get a pink slip. And now my boss was not only promoting me and giving me a raise -- she was asking me to be her fuck buddy. Never in a million years had I imagined this was coming. Katherine was one of those women you always fantasize about, but know, in your heart, that it will never happen. I'd probably blown gallons of sperm to the thought of her. And now ... she was mine for the taking.

I looked up and saw a nervous expression on her face. She had a fist up to her chin and was biting her thumb. It occurred to me that she was waiting for my answer -- as if there could be any doubt.

"I'd like that," I managed to blurt out.

She smiled behind her fist and put it down. For a moment, neither of us could speak and the air filled with awkwardness. I was sure she blushed every so slightly.

"So," I began. "When should we ... um ..."

"If you aren't busy tonight ..." she said, looking down at her papers again.

I shook my head. Then grunted a "no."

"You know where I live," she said, looking up with the faintest trace of a smile.

I nodded.

"Perhaps around 9?" she said, raising her delicate eyebrows.

I nodded. I was about to get up when her tone changed. Her face became more serious.

"But, John, there are some rules."

"OK" I considered it a great triumph of mind over tumescence that I was able to even use monosyllables at this point. The only though running through my brain was, "I'm going to get lucky with Katherine tonight!"

"First, discretion. No one here is to know about our ... arrangement."

"OK." I wasn't the type to boast. No one in the office even knew about April -- except Katherine, apparently. Although some suspected, I would wager.

"Second: I'm in charge. We get together when I say and we move at my pace."

"No problem."

The hard businesswoman was coming back now; the vixen was slowing fading -- at least until later. She was talking to me like she was negotiating the purchase of office furniture.

"Third: no strings. No matter what happens, I won't fire you. And you won't ... well, sue me."

"Agreed." Of course, I think that if I sued her for harassment, the jury would have taken one look at me, one look at her and beaten me with sticks.

She sat up and put her glasses back on.

"Very well, John. So we'll resume this discussion later?

"Yes, ma'am," I said, rising. She glanced down at the conspicuous bulge she'd created in my pants and buried a grin.

"I'll be looking forward to it."

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To say I couldn't concentrate for the next few hours or so would be the understatement of the century. I consider myself lucky that I successfully navigated my way back to my desk. All I could think was, "I'm going to get lucky with Katherine!!" I stared at my computer screen in shock before I was interrupted by the arrival of April.

Nothing breaks your concentration like a soft blond coming up from behind and yelling, "Wake up!"

"I'm awake," I said, turning to face her. As usual, just the sight of her made me grin.

April wasn't in the same league as Katherine -- who was? But she was the sort of girl you liked the second you saw her. About 5'6", long blond hair, tantalizing figure, pretty face. Her green eyes seemed to always be smiling. We'd been friends from the second we met. And no matter what was going on in our lives -- or our beds -- we were always able to talk about anything. We'd discussed relationships while cuddled in post-coital glow.

She poked me in the arm.

"Yeah, you were awake. What were you thinking about?"

I was about to tell her -- talking to April was automatic. I always told her about dates and girlfriends. But my promise to Katherine just stopped me.

"Nothing. You're right. Just sort of spaced out. Didn't get much sleep last night."

She sat back against a filing cabinet. "Ooh, got lucky did we?"

"No, not really."

"Well, then you should come over. It's Friday and I'm hosting Guyfest this week."

"Guyfest" was the name April had given the Friday night socializing our office did. Every Friday night, a group of us got together, watched the sci-fi channel, played poker and drank until very late. April wasn't the only woman who came, but she was the only regular female. I think half the reason she came was because she was always the center of attention. She could care less about any TV, least of all the Guyfest. She just liked to hang out.

She glanced around, leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Who knows what might happen?"

She bit her lip and brushed her back -- a gesture that always made me hot for her.

I was sorely tempted. She smelled lovely. She was bent over, knowingly giving me a nice view down her shirt. And I knew her joke was not an idle one -- probably most of our nights together had started out as Guyfest at her place or mine. She liked to joke that she was always "the last to leave but the first to cum."

Really, just being close to her was enough to keep me aroused. And any other night, I'm certain my cock would have marched me over to her house -- even if she were in a relationship and there were no chance of bedding her. Just the flirting and the knowledge that we *could* fuck each other senseless if we needed to was enough to make us happy. And besides, she was my best friend.

But I resisted the temptation to put my arm around her waist and tell her I'd be there. I'd like to say I made a calculated decision that the certainty of action with Katherine outweighed the faint possibility of action with April. But in reality, between the two of them, my brain was fried ... and very low on blood.

"I can't. Too much to do."

She moved back but brushed her leg against mine, sending a little thrill through my hardened cock. "You got a hot date or something?"

I didn't answer.

"OK," she said, leaning back again and crossing her arms over her ample chest. "Just ignore me. I'm just one of the guys you know."

"Really? Just one of the guys?" I said, slowly reaching for her chest. She batted my hands away playfully.

"I'm sure one of the other guys has boobs. Like Harold in accounting. You just *know* he dresses up on the weekends."

"Now I'm *definitely* not going."

April grinned and walked away. I watched her pretty ass all the way down the hall as it moved in her tight jeans. Just before she went around the corner, she turned, noticed what I was looking at and stuck her tongue out at me.

In a daze, I collected my things and headed home.

With April gone, I returned to a catatonic state. I wasn't even aware of the world around me as I drove. "I'm going to get lucky with Katherine! I'm going to get lucky with Katherine!" Over and over that thought circulated in my head. Does my car need gas? I'm going to get lucky with Katherine! Have I closed down my computer? Who cares, I'm going to get lucky with Katherine! Would you like fries with that, asked the girl at the place where I grabbed a hasty dinner. No, I don't want to be bloated and greasy when I get lucky with Katherine tonight!

On autopilot, I showered, changed clothes and shaved. I hopped in the car at 8:30 and headed toward Katherine's wealthy neighborhood. I still consider it a minor miracle that I was able to figure out which end of the car to point down the road. I was so gazed, I kept forgetting the clutch and stalled at every intersection.

For an awful while on that trip, I was convinced that Katherine was playing a cruel trick on me. That I'd show up at her house and there would be the entire office there to laugh at me. But the tantalizing possibility of having her kept driving me. The miles crawled by. They blurred by. And before I knew it, I found myself knocking on the ornate door of her massive home.

She made me wait for a while. I suspected she was just playing me a bit, letting the tension build. Whatever it was, it worked. I was practically shaking with thension. But when she opened the door, my jaw dropped.

I'd known this woman for a decade and my wandering eyes had certainly perused every inch of her flesh that was available to them. But she always concealed her figure to look more professional and be taken seriously.

But now she was wearing a white dress with a red floral pattern that left little to the imagination. And my imagination had not done her justice. Her legs were long and shapely. The curve from her full hips to her narrow waist was tantalizing. And her breasts were large, heavy and prominent, jutting out from her body and revealing a deep cleavage. I found myself thinking that they had to be fake -- they just had to be. Nobody had breasts that perfect. But they way they jiggled when she moved made me wonder if they were real. She was, quite simply, built to fuck. Just drinking in the sight of her made my cock painfully hard.

The only remnant of her normal appearance was the sexy librarian glasses. But dressed as she was, they were more arousing to me than ever.

I finally noticed the coy grin she had on her face. She was clearly used to my reaction. And she clearly had not enjoyed it for a long long time and was thus just letting me gaze up and down her like a horny teenager.

"You like?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Come in," she said. She turned away and walked down the hall, swinging her hips seductively. My head suddenly filled with visions of taking her in every position imaginable -- her on top so I could play with her breasts, bent over so I could enjoy her delightful curve, up against the wall so I could make her cum in my arms. Missionary, so I could have those long legs wrapped around me.

The only thing I had to do was to keep myself from cumming right there in the hallway.

I followed somewhat mindlessly through her luxurious home. I had been here many times before for business functions but today it seemed darker, the air heavier. She led me into her living room. The furnishing were probably worth more than I made in a year.

She motioned to two tall flutes of champagne. I knew her well enough to know it was genuine.

"It may be cliche," she said, taking one and holding out the other for me. "But I do like it. And it ... will ... help."

"Help me or help you?"

"Yes," she replied with a grin.

She sat down on a luxurious red love seat and patted the space next to her.

"Are you OK?" she asked after I sat down.

"I think so. A bit ..."

"Nervous?"

"Not exactly. Disbelieving, I would say. I keep expecting to wake up."

She giggled slightly. It was a strange sound coming from her, but sexy at the same time.

"I can't believe I'm doing this; you can't believe you're here. It should make things easier. We can pretend we're dreaming."

"No. You're ... more ... beautiful than I could dream."

She gave me another smile. It made me relax enough to lean forward for a kiss. But she pushed me back.

"Not just yet," she said. She took a small sip of the champagne.

"Like I said, I want to take it at my own pace."

"That's fine," I said. "You're in charge."

She gave me another dazzling smile.

"Good. Then first thing's first. I want you to strip for me."

My eyes widened. "You mean, like, a dancer?"

She laughed slightly. "No. I've seen you dance at an office party. Just keep it simple. Like you just got home."

I put the flute down, stood up and moved a few paces back from the couch. She leaned back and crossed her long legs and took another sip of her champagne.

"That's a good start."

I unbuttoned my shirt and stripped it off, then lifted off my undershirt. As instructed, I didn't try to be sexy or anything. The casualness of it seemed to please Katherine. She looked at me sideways, as though she were trying to steal furtive glances without being obvious. I played it up a bit, acting like I didn't know she was there. I sat down in a chair with a sigh and slowly took off my socks. I took out my wallet and keys and put them on a nearby table. I unbuttoned my pants and let them drop so I was just in my underwear, which was now conspicuously bulged by my hard cock. Before I could scratch my balls to make the scene complete, she spoke.

"Stop," she said quietly. She stood up off the sofa and walked over to me, puffing out her chest and putting an extra swing into her hips just to make sure I was as hard as I could possibly be. She knelt down and gently touched the large bulge in my underwear. My cock was turned to the side, flat against my belly and thigh. The length and girth of it perfectly outlined by the material. She ran her fingers along it, leaning over just enough so that I could see down her dress and glimpse the thick white bra straining to hold back her breasts.

"Nice," she said. "Very nice. It's been a long time since I touched something of this ... magnitude. Far too long."

She continued to stroke her fingers along the length of it. She grinned as it responded to her, throbbing and straining against the material.

"You see, John, this is one of the problems of being well-endowed. Men's underwear isn't designed to hold such equipment. I should let you out before you tear something."

She slid her fingers over the waistband and slowly began to peel my underwear back. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning as my swollen head emerged.

"Very good," she said. "Very thick." She barely grazed it with her fingers before resuming her unveiling. As each inch was revealed, she grinned and glanced up at me over the tops of her glasses -- shyly and confidently at the same time. When she got my underwear all the way down, my cock popped out and bobbed up and down in front of her.

She pushed her glasses toward the end of her noses and examined my cock like it was a specimen under glass. She didn't touch it, just inspected it.

"Well, I can see that April knew what she was talking about," she said. "I thought she was exaggerating."

She touched just the tip with her fingernails. My cock twitched at the contact and she grinned. She ran her fingers underneath, over the urethra -- all the time with a curious expression on her face. Her mouth was open and I briefly imagined what it would look like if she were blowing me.

"I've had a few big ones," she said as she tipped my cock upward and examined the underside. "My very first was an eight and a half incher -- that was a shock, I can tell you. We actually couldn't do it the first few tries."

My cock twitched at the thought of a young Katherine, just getting used to her suddenly curvaceous body, going wide-eyed as her boyfriend tried to work his mighty penis into her virgin pussy.

"Fortunately, he was patient and experienced. We got it down eventually. Oooh, boy, did we get it down."

The vision changed to her lying on her back, open-mouthed in shock as her well-hung boyfriend began to plunge into her. My cock twitched again. She loosely closed her fingers around my shaft and stroked it a couple of times.

"Back in college, I was once with a guy who was nine and three-quarters. I loved it; could spend hours playing with it."

She raised her bottom up, making me envision her being taken from behind by her past stud, her oversized breasts swinging back and forth as he buried his monster almost, but not quite, all the way into her. I could see that look on her face as, in the throes of climax, she tried and failed to take that last inch.

She curled her fingers around me. They didn't quite touch.

"You're thicker than either of them, though. I'd say you're maybe nine inches long and perhaps two across?"

I nodded. She was right on.

She let my cock flop down and looked up at me. "You are quite the specimen, I must say. And if you know how to use it, I can see why April raves about you."

She reached down and cupped my balls, giving me another peek down her dress at her overburdened bra. I could see her hard nipples through the material.

"Do you ... like ..."

"Big ones?" she completed. She bit her lip and grinned. "Yes, I do. I mean, it isn't everything. I knew one guy who was below average and ... wow, could he ring my bell all night long. He had me climbing the walls every time. And guys who don't know what they're doing ... let me put it this way. A big cock can be great if the guy knows what he's doing but just horrible if he doesn't."

My balls were growing fuller and heavier with every word she said. I had never experienced anything like this -- never been examined like I was a piece of meat. It was incredibly arousing to be under the control of this gorgeous woman. Has she moved her head a few inches and slipped my head between her beautiful lips, I would have gone off like a rocket.

She reached down and cupped my balls in her hand.

"Nice. Very nice. Heavy. I bet these are really productive."

I bit my lip to keep from moaning.

"I knew a guy in college. Average size but his balls were the size of eggs. Goodness, could that man cum. I ruined so many clothes. He would fuck me after dinner and I'd still be dripping in the morning. These ... these are really nice."

She sat back on her heels. She took her glasses off.

"Do you masturbate?" she asked.

"Of course."

"Then do it for me."

"You mean we're not ..."

She sat back on the small red couch. "I'm in charge, remember? Now masturbate for me."

I put my hand around my cock and begin to stroke it up and down. At first, I felt awkward. But it took only a few seconds of approving glances from her for my aching balls to assert their need for release. I was already fairly well along from the circumstances. A pearl of precum emerged and rolled down the shaft, providing extra lubrication.

"How far do you want me to go?" I asked.

"All the way," she said. "I want you to cum for me."

"But-"

"I'm in charge. For tonight, all I want to do is to watch you cum for me."

Her assertiveness made me increase the pace of my strokes. I wanted to drag it out, but my need to cum and the incredible of high of being her toy was over-riding any other senses. She lay down on the couch and watched me intently, occasionally touching her lips or fidgeting in the chair. She was on her side, exaggerating the steep curve of her hip

"Tell me about April," she said, breaking a long silence. "She made you sound like quite the cocksman."

Thinking about April made me even harder. My strokes got more intense.

"What did you hear her say?"

"I was in the next cubicle when she called you up and told you how sore she was from the night before but how worth it it was."

I remembered that conversation. It had been about three months ago. I'd taken her to drop her car off at the mechanic. She'd invited me inside her apartment, and then inside her. We'd gone two long intense rounds. The next morning, she called my desk to joke that it hurt to sit down.

"So tell me about her," prodded Katherine, crossing her legs seductively toward me.

"We liked each other the moment we met," I said as I continued to pleasure myself. "We're good friends. We tried going out, but ... it just felt awkward. No romance. No spark. We realized we didn't have a future in that direction."

"And then one night I was at her place for poker and stayed late. We were a little drunk and ended up..."

"Fucking," she prompted.

"On her couch. It was amazing."

"I bet. She must have gotten quite the surprise when she saw that thing between your legs."

My balls ached as I remembered it. I'd never had a woman react to my size with such innocent enthusiasm. I could still see her face, bathed in the light of the TV. She gotten a delighted look on her face, like she'd just opened a christmas present. She'd played with it until she was so horny, she simply mounted me right there on the couch, still wearing her bra, and started riding while I rubbed her excited little clit. She shocked me by cumming three times, the last eliciting a surge of semen so intense I almost burst the condom.

I continued, "But we still didn't feel anything when we tried dating. So we're just friends who ... when we don't have anyone else ... get busy."

"Does she go down on you?" asked Katherine, licking her lips. I nodded.

"Is she good? Can she get her little mouth around that big knob?" I nodded. It had taken a while for her to get the hang of it, but now she loved it. I'd filled her cute little mouth with cum many times -- once when we'd been on a long drive for work. Sometimes she'd get really into it and keep kissing and licking my shaft while I was cumming, smiling as the odd spurt spattered her cheek and lips.

"Does she take it all?" Katherine asked, her breath coming deeper, making her oversized breasts swell over the top of her dress. Her hands fluttered as though she wanted to touch herself.

"Yes," I gasped. More precum leaked out as I envisioned April bouncing up and down on me. "From the very first time."

"Does she cum for you? Does she cum with that thing inside her?" I nodded. My cock throbbed as I thought about the way April would grab me and whisper my name when she came.

"Multiple times?" I nodded. I thought about a night just four months ago. We'd both been in relationships for nearly a year and both broke up within a week. She came over for comfort, not sex, wearing her baggiest jeans and sweater. And the next thing we knew, we were ripping each other's clothes off and fucking on the kitchen floor. We went at it like crazed animals for an hour, with her cumming the whole time and me blowing two massive loads without losing my hardon.

"Do you cum inside her?"

I shook my head. "She's not on the pill. It makes her feel sick."

Katherine smiled. "I am. Would you like to cum inside me?"

I couldn't get a coherent word out as a wave of pleasure swept through me. I imagined her atop me, giving me a superior grin as I blasted into her. My stroking sped up as I approached the point of no return. Katherine glanced down at my cock almost casually.

"It's getting bigger, I think," she said. "And redder."

"I'm really close," I said. "I can't hold back much longer."

She stretched out on the couch, pushing out her firm bust.

"Cum," she commanded.

"Where?" I grunted.

She smiled slightly. "Right there. I want to see what you can do before I let you do it in me."

It was just too much. I tried to hold out but the sight of this pneumatic woman posing in front of me, the strange reality of what I was doing, the thought of fucking April, the thought of fucking Katherine, the casual encouragement of her words pushed me over the edge. I held my breath as my prostate unleashed. The load filled my cock until it felt twice its usual size.

And then the pressure gave. My first shot went several feet across the room, landing just in front of her. It was followed by long thick ribbons of cum that spattered all over her expensive carpet as I frantically stroked my spurting penis. She grinned as she watched me erupt.

"Good," she said. "Very good. Very productive."

I slumped back against a nearby chair. Katherine stood up and walked over, again letting me drink in her shape. She put her arms on my shoulders, tipped her head up and kissed me gently on the mouth. Despite the exhausting load I'd just blown, a part of me wanted to grab and ravish her.

But she pushed back before anything could happen.

"Well done, John." She gave my spent, cum-slathered glans a friendly pat. "I know it seems strange to you, but that was ... very satisfying for me. Just to know that I can get a man off ... it was exactly what I needed tonight. Well done indeed."

The last was almost dismissive. She turned and walked out of the living room, without looking back. After enjoying the view of her, I quickly put my clothes back on. I found her in the hall, waiting by the door.

"I have to get to sleep soon," she said. "Otherwise, I might have you hang around for some more fun and games.

"That's um, OK," I said in a daze. Was I really leaving?

"But I definitely think this will work out," she said, giving me a familiar pat on the butt. "I will let you know when I need your services again."

"Um, OK."

"Just remember: at work, we're boss and employee."

"I understand."

She put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me in for another soft kiss. She pulled away and bit her lip.

"You definitely won't have long to wait. Promise."

I drove home in as dazed a condition as I'd driven to her place in. What had just happened?

My head didn't stop spinning until I fell asleep -- after many hours of tossing and turning in bewilderment and wonder.

To be continued....