Sales Force Dot Cum
written by:
mcerotic

Here are the first couple of chapters of a new story. More to come over the next week or so. Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Interview

I run a large national sales organization. I won't say what we sell, but it is pretty boring stuff and the market is fairly competitive. So I need good salesmen. And yes, it is the sort of product where all the salesforce are men.

One thing I have discovered is that it is hard to decide which people are going to be successful in sales. The senior guys are easy, they have a track record. But it is too expensive only to hire senior people. The junior ones are harder to tell since they are just starting. With all the grade inflation you can't tell much even if they have a great GPA from Harvard or Princeton. One thing I have discovered though is that if they have extremely attractive wives or girlfriends then they tend to be good. Many of the skills needed to get a truly hot girl are the same as are required for success in sales. So with junior people, before I hire them I always interview them with their wives.

But I have another agenda. You might even consider it depraved. I'm not married. I prefer other men's wives. Not just any other men, but the salesmen that work for me. But I'm monogamous. I only like to have one wife at a time. Then, when I get bored, I move on to a new one. I like to fuck the most beautiful wife of my sales team. But I'm honest, I don't make any secret of it, we don't meet secretly in hotel rooms. It's totally illegal, of course, but their husbands need the job and the wives quickly overcome their reluctance to assist their husband's careers in whatever way I desire.

The salesman whose wife I had been fucking left the company for greener pastures, presumably to a company where he didn't have to share his wife's orifices with his boss. But I had a replacement candidate coming in that morning and I'd insisted he bring his wife. I was going to meet them in a restaurant and buy them lunch, then we'd go back to my office and they would discover that the price of a job was higher than they expected, higher than they wanted to pay.

The couple were called Ian and Elaine. Mid-twenties, married fairly recently. No kids. She was stunningly attractive. Long blonde hair, large but not too large breasts, long legs, a shapely ass. She was wearing a medium length skirt and a top that was tight enough to show her figure without being overly sexy for an office.

I decided during lunch that I would hire him. Well, actually I decided I would have her, but that came to the same thing.

Back in my office we went through the more formal part of the interview where I asked about his education, his small amount of work experience and so on. I was sitting behind my desk nursing a raging erection, not that anyone could see. They were sitting beside each other on two chairs on the other side of my desk. I didn't really listen to his answers, I inspected her unashamedly. She noticed me looking at her, mentally undressing her. She knew I was attracted and she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. I hoped her pussy was a little damp.

"Well," I finally said, "I think you could be a good match. But I require total compliance."

"Of course," Ian said. "You will be my boss."

"And not just from you. From your wife too."

"What do you mean?" Ian asked.

"I mean I expect any wishes I have to be obeyed."

"Of course I'll do what you ask," Elaine said, although she was clearly confused as to what I had in mind.

"I'm not sure I can trust that," I continued. "I need you to prove it."

"Prove it? How?"

I paused for dramatic effect. "Show me your pussy."

"What? You can't ask that," Ian said.

"I can ask what I want. She doesn't have to do it. I don't have to give you a job."

"But..." Ian's voice faded away, completely unsure about how to behave.

"I'll do it," Elaine said. She was blushing bright red, clearly totally embarrassed. She was also shaking slightly. She was clearly terrified. But even if her husband did not yet realize what was happening, she understood the deal. No pussy, no job.

She stood up and reached up under her skirt. A moment later she dropped her panties to her ankles. She stepped out of them, bent down, picked them up and put them on my desk in front of me. She had been wearing a lime green thong. She reached down again to the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up. Ian sat there silently as if this wasn't happening.

Gradually her pussy came into view. She had a bush of brown hair, darker than the hair on her head. I don't think she trimmed it. She stood there as she felt my eyes inspecting her pussy.

"Show it me properly," I said.

"Properly?"

"Between the legs."

She sat back down again. She took a deep breath and then spread her legs. I got to see her pussy for what I knew would turn out to be the first of many times. She had fleshy outer lips and I could see the merest trace of the little pink petals that I knew were hidden inside.

"Open it up," I said.

She looked at me in horror but she slowly complied. She reached down with both hands and spread her outer lips revealing the neat pink folds and the hint of her entrance. I could sense her total submission. So could my cock, which was now rock hard.

"Stick a finger in."

I watched as she slowly slipped a finger into her entrance.

"Are you wet?" I said quietly.

She blushed an even deeper red. "Yes," she said in a whisper, as if it was a complete admission of defeat, which, I suppose, in a way it was. After all, her husband was sitting next to her, looking straight ahead, as his wife admitted she was totally aroused exhibiting herself to his future boss.

"Good girl," I said. I picked her panties up and held them out to her. "Put them in your purse."

"In my purse?"

"Yes. You're never to wear panties in my presence. And only skirts, no cheating by wearing pants. And I like really short skirts."

She opened her purse and put the panties in and then smoothed her skirt back down, once again the demure wife.

"Oh, and next time I see your pussy I want it to be shaved. I don't like pubes."

As if that whole event had never happened I started talking about the job again and negotiated a compensation package.

Chapter 2: Dinner

Ian started the following week. A week later I sent him on an overnight business trip. To be honest, I didn't really need him to go but the first time I have a wife I have found it is better if her husband is out of town. Somehow a lot of her inhibitions about what she is doing seem to go out of town too.

"You're coming over to dinner," I told Elaine.

"But I've got..." she started to say.

"It wasn't an invitation," I said. "Remember, you promised total obedience. That's already one stroke of my belt."

"What?" She wasn't sure if I was joking or not. I wasn't.

"Seven-o-clock," I said. "Don't be late, or it will be another stroke."

It was just a minute after seven when she arrived. I was tempted to be very strict and add to her punishment but I relented. She was shaking, I could sense that she was terrified, unsure what was going to happen. But she wasn't stupid, so she had a pretty good idea.

I threw a couple of ice-cubes into a glass and added some scotch. I gave it to her. I find a little alcohol helps, especially the first time. It lubricates, and yes, I do mean in her pussy.

"Have you been a good wife?" I asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Faithful?"

"Of course. We've not been married that long."

"What do you think is going to happen tonight?"

"I don't know. I hate to think. You're going to want to have me?"

"I'm not just going to want to have you. I'm going to have you. I'm going to fuck you. But first let's get a better look at you. Take off your skirt."

She looked at me like the proverbial deer in the headlights. She couldn't believe this was happening to her, what I was expecting her to do. She was probably surprised at herself knowing in her heart that she was going to do it.

She reached behind her back and undid the zipper on her skirt, lowered it and stepped out of it. I was pleased that she had obeyed her order not to wear panties. I was pretty sure she had never gone out of the house without panties before and she would have been feeling very vulnerable as a result, especially in a mini-skirt.

But she hadn't shaved. She still had a dense patch of curly brown hair obscuring the beauty of her pussy.

"You're still hairy," I said. "That's a serious transgression. But I'll be lenient since it is your first time and only add three strokes to your punishment count. Say you're sorry."

She stood there, looking down, like a naughty little girl who had been caught stealing a soda from the fridge.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.

"Wait here."

I went upstairs and came back with a beard trimmer. I turned it on. It buzzed satisfyingly. She stood meekly in my living room as I ran the blade through the curly hairs, removing them and leaving a dark patch of trimmings on my floor. In a couple of minutes the patch on her mound was gone. She was hairless for the first time since puberty, I guessed.

"Move your feet apart," I ordered, knocking her knees with the trimmer. I ran it between her legs, clearing her lips of their dusting of hairs. Soon her mound and lips were almost clear, just a shadow of what was there before.

"You will shave properly next time you shower. Remove all that stubble."

"Okay."

"You don't just say ‘okay', you say ‘yes sir'."

For a moment she thought I was joking and then she realized I was not. I expected obedience.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"And what did you just agree to?"

"To shave myself properly next time I shower." She paused. "Sir," she added sheepishly.

"Do you love me?"

"Am I meant to say ‘yes sir' again?"

"No. You're meant to say something like ‘of course not'. But you will. You will surrender your emotions to me, not just your physical body. One day you will beg me to satisfy your body's desires."

"Yes, sir." She was smart and a fast learner.

"Would you like another drink?"

"Yes please." I looked at her and raised my eyebrows. She corrected herself. "Yes please, sir."

"I'm going to personally make you a special drink." I paused. "I want you to drink my cum. Would you like that?"

I knew the answer was probably ‘no' but she knew better than to say that.

"Yes, sir," she said unconvincingly.

"Yes you'd like what?"

"Yes, sir. I want to drink your cum."

"And what do you want to do to get my cum into your mouth?"

She looked down guiltily again. "I want to suck it."

"You need to be more explicit."

"I want to suck your...your...your cock. I need your big cock in my mouth...sir."

"How do you know it's big?"

She thought for a second. "I don't really. But I know all men like to be told their cocks are big. Plus...I've got eyes, I can see the bulge. I want to...to see it."

"And then?"

"I want to suck it, sir. I want to suck you until you fill my mouth with cum."

"And then what will you do with it?"

"I want to swallow it. I want to drink your cum."

I got an impression that she was already getting turned-on enough that she might have really meant it. Girls have a hard time distinguishing between aroused and being scared. They just know that their body is flooded with strong feelings.

"On your knees then."

She knelt down. I moved in front of her. She didn't need me to tell her, she opened my pants and pulled them down to my ankles along with my underwear. She took out my cock. Of course I was already almost fully hard, the first time training a new girl is very erotic. She sat back on her heels for a moment looking at it. I'm big but not enormous, thick rather than long.

She wrapped a hand around the shaft of my cock and then leaned forward and took my knob in her mouth. I could feel her hand shaking, fear, arousal, excitement all mixed together.

She was good. Newlyweds aren't always. Sucking a cock well is something that requires practice, preferably practice with a selection of different cocks. I wondered for a moment how many boyfriends she had had before she was married. One day I'd make her tell me.

"Look into my eyes when you suck," I told her. Kneeling on the floor and looking up making eye contact is so submissive.

"Make me cum with just your mouth," I said. "No hands. Put your hands behind your back."

She knelt there on my living room floor with her hands meekly behind her back, her head bobbing back and forth so that she slid my cock in and out of her mouth. I was almost there.

"Don't spill any," I said.

She kept her rhythm going and a moment later I fired the first blast of my cum into the back of her throat. She didn't stop. She kept using her lips and her tongue on my cock as I pumped jet after jet of cum into her mouth. Only when my cock stopped twitching did she sit back. Without being asked she opened her mouth and showed me. Then she closed it and swallowed. Next time she opened her mouth my seed was in her belly. She had drunk my cum.

"Put your skirt back on, we are going out to dinner," I said as I pulled up my pants.

I took her to my favorite local restaurant. In a mini-skirt with no panties I knew she would be feeling really exposed. A girl with her pussy uncovered finds it hard to think about anything else. Well, except I knew she would be hoping against hope that I would take her back to her home, not make her stay overnight at mine. But, of course, after dinner we were soon walking through my front door.

"What do you want?" I asked her as the door closed behind us.

She looked at me, unsure of what I meant.

"You know what I want," I continued. "So tell me what you want."

"I want you to make love to me?" She said it as a question, wondering if that was what I wanted her to say.

"Good. But not quite good enough. Say it more directly."

"I want you to...to fuck me, sir."

"So where do you want my cock?"

"Inside me sir."

"Be more direct again."

"Oh my god. I want your cock in my pussy."

"Good girl. You said it as if you meant it."

"I do, sir."

"Are you turned-on?"

"Yes, sir."

This time I was sure she was telling the truth. I could tell it just by glancing at her. She was flushed a little in the face, she was breathing heavily, I think she was still shaking slightly.

"I want to see you naked."

"Yes, sir."

She kicked off her heels. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Then she reached behind and undid her bra. She had nice medium-sized breasts with surprisingly big nipples. Finally, she reached behind and undid her skirt for the second time that evening. Hairless, the deep fissure of her pussy split her mound temptingly. My cock stirred, already interested just from the sight of her naked body. I looked her up and down, doing nothing to hide that I was inspecting her.

"You really are lovely," I said.

"Thank you, sir."

I moved so I was standing in front of her. I lowered my mouth and pressed my lips against hers. I was both pleased and surprised when she drove her tongue into my mouth and found my own. I still didn't know her well enough to tell if she was doing it because her body was on fire, or if she thought I expected it of her. We stood there kissing. I let one hand drift to a breast. Her nipple was rock hard. I stopped kissing her and lowered my mouth to her breast. I flicked my tongue over her nipple. She let out a little moan. I let my hand slide down over her belly. Her whole body shivered as I got close to her mound. I was going to see how wet she was but I could already tell she was dripping. She was on heat. I grabbed her hand and took her up to my bedroom.

"Touch yourself while I get undressed," I said.

She got onto the bed, lay back and spread her legs nonchalantly. Her pussy looked a bit untidy with her hair just trimmed but not shaved. I could see the hint of her pink inner labia lurking between the stubbly outer lips. She closed her eyes, reached down with one hand and opened up her pussy a little, all pink and moist inside. With her other hand she started to stroke her clit. I watched her masturbate as I slipped off my clothes. I got onto the bed beside her.

"One day I will lick you," I said. "But you have to earn it."

"What do you mean sir?" she asked, continuing to caress herself.

"You have to tell me you love me before I'll lick you. And you have to mean it."

"Yes, sir." I could sense the disappointment in her voice. She wanted to be licked there and then, I could tell. Plus the idea of telling me that she loved me and meaning it seemed so remote that she would never get licked.

"Are you wet?" I already knew the answer.

"Very, sir."

"Are you turned-on?"

"Yes, sir. I don't think I've ever been so turned-on sir."

"And what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me, sir."

"Ask nicely then."

"Please, sir. Please will you fuck me."

I moved up the bed between her outspread legs. She moved her hands out of the way. I let my cockhead press against her lips, nestling in her entrance.

"Oh gosh. I want it so much. Please do it."

"Do what?"

"Put it in. Please, sir, put your cock in my cunt."

I drove my hips forward hard, driving my whole cock into in a single thrust. She squealed in shock as her dripping wet pussy was suddenly filled. She came instantly.

"Oh my god I'm cumming." Not that she needed to tell me. Her body shook from head to toe as if she was having a fit. Her pussy clutched on my cock like she was trying to suck me dry, her vagina flooded with her juices. I started to fuck her, sliding my cock in and out of her body as it quivered and spasmed around my cock until her orgasm finally burned itself out.

She pulled her knees up high and wrapped her legs around my back taking me as deep inside as she could get me. Even once her climax had passed she was still moaning and sighing with pleasure and excitement.

"Squeeze me hard," I said as I felt my own orgasm was imminent. She tightened her pussy hard around my cock and it took me over the top. I grunted as the first spurt of my cream blasted deep into her body. She rocked her hips and squeezed my cock as she gradually drained cum from my body into hers.

We lay in each other's arms, our bodies sweaty from our exertions.

"I've never cum so hard," she said. "Or so fast. I couldn't believe it."

I ran my hands over her head. "Does Ian like your blonde hair?"

"Yes. He told me all his previous girlfriends were blonde too."

"I want you to dye your hair black."

She looked at me for a moment, trying to see if I was just teasing her or not. Finally, once she realized I meant it she submitted. "Yes, sir."

Somehow the fact that Ian would hate it made making her do it even nastier.

To be continued...