Consulting (and Other) Services

I had submitted a consulting services proposal to a company but had not heard anything back. I called to arrange a meeting to see where they were at in the selection process. When I got there I was directed to the managing director's office. The sign on the door read "J. Love." The receptionist told me to go right in.

The J. in "J. Love" turned out to be for Jasmine. The managing director was about my age, slim, about 5'4" tall with long, dark hair and hazel eyes. She was smartly dressed in a black business suit jacket, black pants and a white blouse. Her office was well-appointed with dark oak furniture, a black leather couch, several plants and nice artwork.

We shook hands and she motioned me to a chair in front of her desk.

I briefly explained the purpose of my visit and asked if there was anything else she needed from me on my proposal.

"First of all, thank you for your proposal," she said. "We received several good proposals from consultants like yourself and we've been going through them. I must say yours is very good. I do have one question, though. It's about personal services. How willing would you be to be available for some ancillary services—say after hours?"

"Sorry but I don't think I follow you," I replied.

"Like I said, we received several good proposals. I'm sure any one of the consultants would do a very good job for us." The proposals were all in a pile on the side of her desk and she held them up. "There isn't even much difference in the fees. I'm asking if you would be willing to provide some extra services for me--kind of outside the contract, if this was awarded to you."

"I am very interested in getting this job," I assured her. "Could you maybe elaborate on what these extra services would be?"

"I can do better than that," she said. "I can show you."

With that she stood up and came around the desk to where I was sitting, removing her jacket as she did so. She touched my cheek, then ran her hand down my throat to the top button of my shirt.

"I'm a very hedonistic woman," she explained. "Unfortunately, this job doesn't allow me much free time to meet guys and satisfy my cravings. So I have to try to get my pleasures on the job. What do you say? Are you willing to help me out with this in order to secure the contract?"

"You are a very attractive woman," I told her. "And there is something arousing about being with a woman in authority."

I reached for her hands and pulled her onto my lap. She sat there facing me. I pulled her to me and we started to neck. Our mouths were all over each other's.

She unbuttoned my shirt and I undid her blouse. She had firm 34C tits in a front hook, push-up bra. I unhooked her bra and fondled both her breasts. She put her arms around my neck and rose to her knees so I could kiss her tits and suck on her nipples. I felt them get hard in my mouth.

"Let's go over to the couch, honey," she said.

We removed our clothes. She motioned for me to lay down on the leather couch. She straddled my face. Her pussy was bare except for a short landing strip of dark brown hair mixed with a little gray.

I spread her pussy lips apart with my fingers while she lowered herself onto my face. Her pussy smelled of musk. I began to tongue her lips to taste her sweet pussy juice. As she got wetter I worked my tongue further and further in.

She leaned over and took my cock in her mouth in the classic 69 position. Her mouth made loud slurping noises as she fellated me. This woman was very good at sucking cock. I had to keep my attention on pleasing her pussy to keep from cumming.

She was really wet now. I could even feel sweat break out on her ass as I squeezed it and toyed with her crack.

Finally she got off me. I got off the couch as she took a seat on the cushion.

"Put it in me," she begged desperately. "Stick that hot cock of yours in my pussy, baby. Come on, give it to me, darling."

She scooted to the edge of the cushion as I guided my cock to her love box. I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up onto my dick. Her arms went around my neck and her legs wrapped around my waist. We began to fuck. Her pussy felt so good. She was an animal, humping and moaning.

After several minutes she said, "I want to do it on the desk."

I lifted her off the couch as I stood up, my cock still buried in her pussy. I carried her over to the desk where she reached down and cleared a spot. I set her down and resumed thrusting into her. My balls slapped against the desk as they swung back and forth.

We kissed again, passionately, both of us lost in coital bliss.

I felt myself getting close to climaxing. With my finger I explored her ass crack, searching for her anus.

Her breath was coming in short gasps. She began to squeal as my finger found her ass hole and I began to tease it, running my finger around it and giving it quick flicks.

Suddenly I came. The sperm came flooding through my cock to shoot deep into her cunt. My legs went weak from the powerful climax.

The combination of feeling my sticky cum and my finger teasing her ass hole pushed her over the edge too. She let out a scream, then buried her face in my chest to muffle the sound as she realized she was making too much noise, as she orgasmed.

Her orgasm seemed to last for 5 minutes, although I suppose it was really a minute or so. I looked down at her as she drew her head back from my chest. Her eyes were closed and her chest continued to heave as she tried to catch her breath.

Eventually she opened her eyes. She looked at me, pulled my face to hers to give me a big kiss, and said: "You've got the job, lover."