Staying Employed, Part 3 (MF, Reluctance)

I had barely been back at my desk for an hour when my desk phone began ringing. I looked at the caller ID, and saw that it was Theresa, Ballard’s personal assistant. I picked up.

“Hold for Mr. Ballard, please” came Theresa’s voice. A moment later Ballard came onto the line. “Waterhouse is on his way in to the office.”

“What?” I blurted out in my surprise.

“I called to explain the situation to him and he couldn’t get here fast enough. I had Theresa clear your afternoon meetings. Gavin wants you waiting in his office when he gets here.”

I blinked rapidly. This was all happening too quickly. An hour ago I’d had this man’s cock underneath my tongue, his body spasming in orgasm. Now I was supposed to perform again, on a complete stranger?

“Is there a problem, Nicole?” Ballard’s voice sounded… cool suddenly. I realized I hadn’t said anything for a while.

“No sir, no problem.”

“Good.” He hung up the phone without another word and I sat there, holding the now silence receiver to my ear for a long moment. Taking some calming breaths I stood and went to the women’s restroom, where I dabbed some cold water onto my face. I had to be careful not to mess my makeup up, but I needed something to bring me to focus.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I shook my head in disbelief. Was this really happening? Not long ago I hadn’t been with anyone but Keith in years – since we got serious. And now I was granting orgasms to strangers for a car.

Nothing to be done for it. I turned and walked forcefully through the hallways and came to the desk of Waterhouse’s personal assistant. She was there all day, every day, even if Waterhouse wasn’t. She was expecting me. No sooner had I shown up than she smiled and greeted me by name.

“Please head right in, Nicole. Mr. Waterhouse’s driver is pulling into the building now.”

I nodded not trusting myself to speak. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. His office was massive. The large windows offered a spectacular view of the city, but my eyes were drawn to the large, red couch that sat up against them. Was that where this was all going to go down?

It seemed a few seconds, but I guess minutes had passed. The door opened behind me and I heard the tap of Waterhouse’s cane as he stepped into the room. The office was well soundproofed, which made sense for the partner of a big advertising firm. I hadn’t heard him approaching.

I turned to find him looking me up and down. White blouse, black skirt with low heels. “No, no,” Waterhouse said in a slightly squeaky voice. “This won’t do at all.”

“Pardon?” I said in a slight state of shock.

“Off with the top, girl. Tom said you had a spectacular pair and if I can’t get into that cunny of yours I want to see the goods.”

My cheeks flushed, but I knew what life would be like if I walked out now. Without a word I unbuttoned my top, and slid it off my shoulders. Draping it over the back of a chair, I turned back to him. His eyes were narrowed and he waved a hand at my now mostly exposed chest. “Bra too!” he exclaimed, his voice pitching even higher.

I slipped the bra off, and my full breasts swayed as I faced him again. Now his eyes were wide, and his breathing seemed to be fast and shallow. Almost rasping, he stepped forward and raised a withered hand to caress my right breast. “Remarkable” he said in a wheeze. Without another word, he pinched my nipple, and then, cackling, let his cane fall to the floor. Raising the other hand, he began to fondle my chest with both hands, squeezing and stroking. I stood there mutely, feeling his touch but unable to stop him. Glancing down, I saw a bulge in his brown trousers, his cock straining against the fabric already.

Not knowing what to do, I waited while he continued his ministrations. It was though he’d never seen tits before, the way he played with mine. Finally, I smiled and asked “Where would you like to sit or lie down?” He wheezed again, looking up at my face finally before pointing to the couch. We walked over to it together, and he stood in front of it, waiting expectantly. I sighed internally, and quickly unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor. His jacket followed, followed by his shirt. Finally, I knelt in front of his boxers. They were a tent, his cock pressing out away from his body more easily now with only one thin layer of cloth separating it from me.

I reached out my hand and began to massage him gently through his boxers. He slapped my hand quickly, and said “Don’t waste it!” I blinked, startled, and he pulled his boxers down abruptly. His cock bounced comically in the air. It was average sized, if somewhat wrinkled and splotchy. But I have to give it to the old man, his flag wasn’t flying at half mast. His dick stood tall, and proud, and I watched as he sat down on the couch. Without a word I knelt in front of him.

His hands were on my breasts before my tongue even touched his cock. I suppressed a shudder and went to work. Or tried to. I started with my normal opening move, and ran my tongue the full length of his shaft. He gave a wheezing gasp, and then a moment later his cock erupted. A spurt of cum sailed in the air and landed on his stomach. With a grunt, he grabbed my head and pushed me down against him. Not knowing what else to do, I lapped at his cock hungrily while it twitched and jerked, expelling his load.

“Well,” I thought to myself as his orgasm subsided and his breathing began to calm a little. “At least it was quick.”

“Again.” His voice was reedy, his breath still ragged. I sat back on my heels and looked at him, surprised. “Are you daft, girl? Again!” He commanded.

Not knowing what else to do, I complied. Leaning forward, I went back at him. At first, his semi-soft cock flopped around as I licked at it with my tongue. But it quickly hardened, and his hand were fondling my breasts again with enthusiasm.

I could smell his cum all over his stomach, but he didn’t seem to care. His fingers never stopped moving, teasing, twisting and pinching my nipples. Stroking the slopes of my breasts. He wheezed and grunted, and I kept at my task, my own hands playing with his chest while my tongue did its work. It felt like an eternity, but eventually I felt him begin to swell beneath my lapping tongue. His legs kicked and bucked, and suddenly he was erupting a second time. He swore at me ‘Lick it bitch, lick it” as though I had stopped. I dutifully kept at it, feeling his cock twitching beneath my tongue until he was spent.

I was tired now. This second one had taken a while, and his grasping hands had left my tits feeling used. I straightened and looked at him just in time for him to gasp it out….

“Again.”

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