Executive Suite or Sweet Executive

Dwayne Williams sat back in his chair and sipped his rich dark French roast coffee. He felt a twinge in his crotch as he watched Priscilla Johnston begin to fellate the chocolate ice cream phallus that was her dessert. For a woman that seemed very conservative and probably religious also, she took to sucking the ice cream with a vigor borne from experience. Maybe not experienced with the size of the black man's cock, but she seems to be a natural at cocksucking even if it was a cold piece of ice cream. He was duly impressed as she used the warmth of her mouth to slowly melt the head and begin to eat the ice cream by sucking the phallus into her mouth.

For the next ten minutes, Priscilla sucked the chocolate dessert. She got it to the point where she could take about seven inches into her mouth and throat. With each movement of her head on the ice cream dessert it became thinner and easier to suck on. She knew it was time to end Dwayne's fun. She picked her head up, looked across at him, and then took about four inches of the ice cream phallus into her mouth and bit it off. With a bit of chocolate ice cream dripping down from the corners of her mouth she sat down and proceeded to chew the delightful tasting ice cream and swallow it. She did not stand up. She sat there and wiped her mouth and waited for Dwayne to speak.

"You left some on you plate, Priscilla." Dwayne said in a matter-of-fact way.

"Mr. Williams, you've had your fun and I believe, no, I know I've passed your test. You have only two choices from here. One, you tell me I didn't pass your infantile fellatio test and I will wait here while you have one of your lackeys bring my briefcase here to me or two, stand up, take me by the arm back to your office, and double whatever number is on the contract that awaits my signature. Your choice, Dwayne.

For the first time since he met Priscilla Johnston he was flabbergasted. He didn't expect her to dial in on his test, complete it to a point, and then make demands of him. She was an intelligent, strong-willed white woman who could and would feed his desire to bed her and see if he could break her.

"I guess we're headed back to the office Ms. Johnston," said Dwayne as he stood up, smiled, and took her arm. "Welcome to Acme Manufacturing, Priscilla and maybe we can find some work for Dennis."

The drive back to the offices took just as long as the drive to the restaurant. Priscilla sat a bit catty corner and looked at Dwayne as he maneuvered the Ferrari though the mid-afternoon traffic. Every so often he would turn to look at her and on more than one occasion he felt he caught her looking at his crotch. Driving a Ferrari with F1 paddle shifters meant his legs were not moving between the gas, break, and clutch pedals. Which meant his left leg was basically not moving and one could see the outline of his flaccid cock resting on his left thigh. He also noted that Priscilla was not as concerned about how she sat and he swore she was giving him a small taste of what lay ahead. Wishing was one thing, but knowing white women the way he did, knowledge was power and he knew that she'd succumb to him.

Sitting in his office after lunch proved to be an exercise in raw business negotiations. Priscilla did not back down from her statement about Dwayne doubling his offer. They bandied the pay, bonus, and benefits back-and-forth for a good hour-and-a-half. At one point, Priscilla stood up, leaned across his desk, and without any fear told Dwayne Williams he could take his business and his big black cock and shove them where the sun don't shine. Dwayne at that point knew he'd have to increase his employment package and see if she'd accept his other package which was stirring because of her standing up to him.

"Ok, Ms. Johnston. I offer you a base salary of 1.5 million per year. All health, long term disability, short term disability, and life insurance company paid. Double indemnity on the life insurance and the value of the term life insurance will be five times your salary. A company car of your choice with the insurance being paid by Atlas Manufacturing. All air miles earned are yours and any taxes incurred will be paid by Atlas Manufacturing. Bonus structure where you can earn up to 20% of your gross profit on sales when they pass ten million in delivered and installed equipment. Stock options will be provided and the ability to buy any IPO offering at the lowest possible price per share. You will have a 10% match against your 401k plan beginning with the first pay issued." Dwayne Williams looked across his desk waiting for her response.

"What about vesting in the 401k?"

Dwayne rolled his eyes. He knew she had him over a barrel. Ok, Ok, I'll vest you with your first paycheck.

"I want it all put into a contract with a golden parachute should you decide to terminate my employment even if that termination is for cause. The golden parachute will consist of the total value of my base salary, health care until I'm sixty-five, and cash for the value of any unrealized gains in the stock options not redeemed." Priscilla sat stone straight in the chair and waited for his answer.

Dwayne Williams stood up and walked around his desk and stood in front of the most captivating white woman he'd seen in a long time. He leaned against the edge of his antique desk, smiled and said, "You have a deal, but there is one more thing you need to do for me, now." Without taking his eyes from hers, he used his right hand to lower the zipper on his suit, and reached in and took out his not so flaccid cock.

"All you have to do now, CSO Priscilla Johnston, is take that sweet mouth and do to me what you did to the dessert. And if you threaten me with some form of lawsuit based upon sexual harassment, I'll have no problem crushing you and your husband like bugs when I win the case. So, all you have to do to accept employment contract is suck my cock."

Priscilla Johnston was flabbergasted at what Dwayne Williams was proposing she do. She had never in all her years cheated on Dennis. Yes, prior to getting serious with Dennis she had slept with two others in college, but as she sat there in front of her soon to be boss with a potential of becoming a millionaire in less than one year she had a decision to make. Some people would council that sucking a cock was not having sexual intercourse; therefore, it was ok to perform fellatio on someone you weren't married to. She sat for a second thinking about his offer, how she knew she'd make more money than she and Dennis could spend in a lifetime. She hesitated for what seemed like an eternity and then reached for his cock. She was surprised at the weight of it. She had slept with two other men before meeting and marrying Dennis. None of the men were as endowed as the man standing in front of her. She let his cock rest on the palm of her left hand as she cupped her right hand and slowly began to massage the stiffening sex organ. Something happened to her she didn't expect. She felt herself begin to get wet. She knew by holding Dwayne's black manhood she had committed herself to performing the act of fellatio a second time. Only this time it would be not on a cold ice cream phallus, but on something much hotter to the touch. She continued stroking his cock when she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and took the head of Dwayne Williams' circumcised cock into her mouth she knew she had in a sense just signed her employment contract.

"That's exactly what I thought you would do, Priscilla. Your mouth looks so sweet wrapped around my cock,"

Dwayne said as his right hand caressed the soft tresses on the back of her head. Priscilla proceeded to take as much of his cock as she could. The girth of his manhood stretched and filled her mouth from the top of her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Her cheeks were forced open to accommodate his size. Dwayne took her upper arms and directed her to grab his backside so she could slide his cock into and out of her mouth. She couldn't take it all and decided that one hand was enough to signal how he should fuck her mouth, so she used the other to stroke the thick shaft between her lips and the opening of his suit pants. Priscilla continued to suck his cock and as he got more into it he became more verbally abusive.

"Yes, you white bitch. Suck a superior black cock. Show me that my offer to you was worth it. Come on bitch, suck my dick. I bet your husband doesn't even come close to what is filling your sweet white bitch mouth. You dripping yet? Damn girl, suck it so the whole thing goes down your fuckin' throat!!!"

Priscilla continued her oral ministrations on a cock that was the biggest she'd ever seen or much less had in her hand and mouth. She could feel him pressing when his cock to hit the back of her throat. She tried with all her might to fight the gag reflex as she felt the first time she coughed out his cock would be the last time she exerted any control over how deep he thrust into her throat. The shaft had three veins sticking out and the head was a color of purple she'd never seen before. She was amazed at how hard the shaft felt in her hand and how soft and pliable the head was against the roof of her mouth and on her tongue. She hoped he wouldn't take her by the back of her head and force his cock down her throat. She'd never deep throated any of the three cocks she sucked before doing Dwayne's. She closed her eyes and just continued to provide a warm wet place for her employer's cock. At this point in time, enjoyment was not foremost in her mind. All she wanted to do was to get it over with.

Dwayne didn't like that she closed her eyes. Using both his hands he grabbed each side of her head, stopped her from sliding up and down his shaft, and growled, "Don't you dare close your eyes when you are providing oral pleasures. No matter how many times you suck my cock in the future, you will always look into my eyes and use your eyes to tell me how wonderful you feel about what you are doing to and for me. The cock you're sucking today is definitely the only cock you'll ever suck from today forward."

With that he let go of her head and Priscilla looked up at him and continued to fellate him. She kept her beautiful eyes open and realized she had to get off the chair and on her knees to comply with his wishes. Without skipping a beat, she slipped of the chair and onto her knees in front of her boss. It made it easier for her to look up at him and continue to stroke and suck his cock. She didn't know how long it would take him to cum and tried her hardest to make it happen as quick as humanly possible. Priscilla increased the speed of her hand on his shaft in concert with the increase in speed of her head moving up and down the hardening shaft.

"Yes... Keep it up, Priscilla. Oh, God, a CSO and now a CSC... God, yes, I anoint you my Cock Sucker in Chief... Don't stop now. Yes, yes, yes..."

Priscilla felt the shaft thicken in her hand and the head expand in her mouth. She knew he was going to explode in her mouth in just a few seconds. Taking his cock deep one last time, she felt the bottom of his cock begin to pulse as his cum rose from his balls to mix with the fluid produced by his prostrate gland. She kept just the helmet head in her mouth and let him spew his juice while she used both hands to stroke and masturbate him. The whole time she continued to look up at him and noticed that he had closed his eyes as he ejaculated seven strong ropes of cum into her mouth. She had a hard time keeping up with his orgasm and only though a mighty effort did swallow all but a small amount that dribbled down her chin. She felt him begin to soften and released his cock from her hands and let it slip out of her mouth.

Dwayne looked down at the woman he just hired to be his top executive salesperson, smiled, took his right index finger and scooped up the little bit of him that hung just below her lower lip. He took the finger and offered it to her, "Now Priscilla take my finger into your mouth and finished eating what dribbled down your chin." Priscilla opened her mouth and sucked the digit in. She moved her head twice back and forth, swallowed, and released his finger.

Dwayne didn't even think about putting his cock back in his pants. He bent over and slipped his hands under Priscilla's arms and easily lifted her to a standing position. She stood without fighting or making a fuss about what had just happened between them. Dwayne could see something in her eyes and pulled her close to him. He didn't care that she had just swallowed his cum, so he leaned in and placed his lips on hers. He could feel her response to his kiss course through her body. Her body was telling him that she was not afraid to be close to him and that she was accepting of his advances. Dwayne used his tongue to force open her mouth and began the oral mating of their tongues. Priscilla responded by taking his tongue in her mouth and then using her lips to suck it just like she and done with his massive cock. She pressed her hips forward acknowledging her desire to have him between her legs and inside her.

Then without warning she pushed away from him. Priscilla Johnston had just broken several of the Ten Commandments and it hit her like a ton of bricks. Priscilla Johnston had just had sex outside her marriage. She stood looking at Dwayne Williams standing in front of his desk with a now flaccid cock hanging from the open fly of his suit pants. "I think we'd better call it a day, Dwayne. I don't know what came over me, but the thought of not getting this job was paramount in my acquiescence to your request. Think you can put that snake back into your pants? I have to go home and prepare for my second day at work, considering I just did some very special salesmanship today."

Dwayne took his black monster and put it back into his pants and zipped up, thus closing the door that he opened only fifteen minutes ago. He stared at the beautiful woman in front of him and thought he should apologize for what had occurred between them. He thought better of it and smiled as he said, "Priscilla Johnston it is a pleasure to have you in my employee. Be here tomorrow morning at 8:30 AM sharp. We'll finalize the signing of your mployment contract, introduce you to your private secretary, and get you settled into your office."

Priscilla Johnston smoothed her clothes, picked up her briefcase, and said, "I'll be here promptly and now please hit the button to your electronic door so I may depart with my head held high."

Dwayne Williams returned to his executive chair, sat, and reached under the desk to press the button that would open the door to his office. He watched his newest employee depart his office and with a smug attitude knew that she was going to be his to fuck at will. The only thing he had to control was his emotions, because he felt something he had never felt before. He knew that if he wasn't careful he could fall in love with Priscilla Johnston.

The Explanation

Priscilla Johnston arrived at home just in time to see her husband Dennis finish setting the table for dinner. He hadn't set up the small table in the breakfast nook, but the large cherry wood dining room table in the formal inning room. She noticed he had also taken out their bone china dinner settings, sterling silver utensils, and the leaded crystal stem wear. Although he was setting a table for a celebration feast, she had a pang of fear over what had occurred between her new boss and herself. She took a deep breath and said, "So, Denny you clairvoyant or are you just assuming that I was hired?

Dennis looked up, smiled, and replied, "Hi Cill!!! Yes, I just got this feeling that you accepted the position with Atlas Manufacturing; so, I broke out the celebratory dinner ware, because I know you took the job." He walked over the where she was standing, placed his arms around her waist, pulled him to her, and planted a kiss on her lips. The lips that just an hour earlier had slid up and down the largest cock she'd ever seen in her life.

Priscilla didn't really want to kiss him without first going upstairs to brush her teeth and gargle with Listerine. She allowed him to press his lips on her momentarily, but did not respond to the probing tongue and thrusting hips. Dennis didn't stop trying to get his wife sexually aroused. He had planned to basically have sex with her on the dining room floor in celebration of her new job. He continued to press against her and didn't take long for his cock to rise in his pants. Priscilla didn't respond to his advances, broke his embrace, and said, "Dennis please, I need to go upstairs, wash, and change my clothes. I'm tired, want to relax, and have a quiet dinner."

Dennis was floored by his wife's lack of response to his advances. Priscilla never stopped, deterred or denied his advances or a sexual liaison. She was always responsive and available to him. He stepped back from her and just stared at her. He face was crestfallen and the erection that had grown is his pant was no more. "Priscilla, please, what is wrong? I thought we'd celebrate by making passionate love right here on the dinning room floor. Feel our bodies connected in the most passionate of dances. Your legs wrapped around my waist, me inside you, our mouths seeking each others, and my cock buried inside your hot love tunnel..."

Priscilla couldn't take anymore of his sexual play. She needed to tell him the truth, but she knew now wasn't the time. She had to get upstairs; away from the man she loved, and be alone to cleanse herself of what she had willing done. "Dennis, just go inside and finish dinner. Set the table in the reakfast nook. I'll be down in ten minutes. I want to wash and change. I need a few minutes to unwind. Don't argue with me, Dennis. Please, just do it."

Dennis was dumbfounded. Priscilla never spoke to him like that before. She was always considerate of his feelings as he was of hers. He stood there as she turned away from him and walked to the stairway leading to the upper floor of their center hall colonial home. When he saw her disappear up the stairs he sighed and went into the kitchen to get the everyday dinnerware onto the table so they could eat where she asked him to. Priscilla took a bit longer than the ten minutes she had said it would take her to wash and change her clothes. When she did return she was wearing a baby blue running suit and a pair of Adidas pink and white running shoes. Even dressed as she was Priscilla Johnston could make a man stop in his tracks and stare. After all their years together, Dennis Johnston was absolutely floored by his wife's beauty.

Dennis approached his wife, took her hand, and guided her to the breakfast nook where their dinner awaited. Sitting as they did across from each other they began to eat in silence. Dennis didn't say anything to her and just divided up the lemon veal, asparagus, and spring mix salad putting on it a simple oil and vinegar dressing. He opened a bottle of Australian Shiraz and poured a glass for each. With each bite the silence grew on each of them. Never in their years of dating and marriage had the silence been so thick you could cut it with a knife. Dennis was the first to break the silence.

"Cill, would you please tell me what I did wrong?"

"Dennis, you did nothing wrong." Priscilla paused, looked down at the plate of food in front of her, and said in barely a whisper, "I did."

"What are you talking about? I know you terminated your employment with Silverstein Partners before you even had anything on the horizon. I've tried my hardest to find a job here in New York. I know you were disappointed when my father cut me out of the sale of his company. I didn't argue with you when you decided that it would be good for your career to take the job in New York City with Silverstein Partners. Did you not get the job with Acme Manufacturing?"