Author: SerenaJ
Title: Sales Meeting
Part: Helen #2
Summary: Tired of endless meetings? Helen has a suggestion to
liven them up. Another in the ongoing adventures of Helen...
Keywords: MF, cons, piv, oral, job

Sales Meeting


Helen was wet.

She shifted in her seat at the far end of the conference room and
felt the gooey mess soaking through her pointless little thong. 
She usually sat near the door because her staff paged her a lot
but today the seat had an added bonus – no one else was close
enough to hear her pussy’s juicy squelch.  It was all she could
do to keep from slipping one hand under the table and relieving
the heat between her legs.  She did not know why her boss had
asked her to attend this sales meeting but she was terribly glad
he did.

The speaker, Zee – as in MacKenzie – asked everyone to look at
something on page six of the handout.  As the others looked down
and flipped through pages, Zee’s eyes met Helen’s and he silently
snarled.  Helen stroked her lips with her pen the way she would
like to stroke the bulge straining those oh-so-conservative
Dockers.  In less than a second, he reverted to the professional
marketing pitchman that he was externally and moved on with his
presentation.  Helen bit her lip to keep from groaning aloud. 
They had been doing this for an hour now and her pussy throbbed.
She kept imagining his lips on her nipples, her ass, her clit. 
She wanted to wrap her own lips around his hardness and taste
him.  She put her hand back on the table; she was not sure when
she started stroking her tits but even she was not quite that
brazen.

No mistake; even without the smoldering looks and suggestive
gestures, the brother was fine.  Perfect bow lips – not too thick
or thin – an expressive face, an easy smile.  Their eyes had
locked when they were introduced before the start of the meeting
and Helen began mentally undressing him about two seconds later.
His wide shoulders and arms were so muscular, they threatened to
rip his shirt and a not so accidental brushing of his thigh told
her that his legs were just as enticing.  His ass was the sort of
thing that made nuns weep.

Finally – finally! – the meeting took a 30minute break largely
for the executives to show off their latest Blackberrys.  Helen
got up planning to slip into the ladies room and mop up before
she left a visible wet spot on the chair.  As she stood, however,
Steve, the VP of sales waved her over.  She smiled thinly and
joined him.  Steve was a nice enough guy but at the moment, he
was not on her priority list.  Still, one does not blow off a
corporate VP when one is vying for a promotion – well, not if one
wants a promotion on merit, anyway.  A well place blowjob could
do wonders for a career.

He asked what she expected, “How’s the “Stang?”

“Nearly perfect.  She’s pulling to the left so I have to get my
alignment checked soon.  How’s the ‘Vette?

“I’m getting her painted next week.  Flame red.”

“Nice.”  Helen approved.  Steve’s corvette was a well-maintained
little hot rod and frequently appeared in local car shows along
side Helen’s car.

“’Vette as in Corvette?” Zee’s voice purred over Helen’s
shoulder.  Involuntarily she shivered.  When his hand
surreptitiously caressed the back of her thigh and ass, she felt
her already sopping pussy drip.

“Yeah,” Steve did not seem to notice Helen melting in front of
him, “It’s a 1970 so she’s not the bomb like Helen’s but…”

“You drive a Vette as well?” His breath brushed against the back
of her neck as her juices crept down her inner thigh.

She could not look at him, “No.  A ’67 Mustang.  Mint condition.
She purrs like a kitten when she’s all warmed up.”

“I would love to see that.”  Somehow, she did not think Zee meant
the car.

“It’s in the garage,” she found the ability to look at him, “How
long do we have?”

Zee looked at his watch, “Long enough, I think.”

“Yeah, ok.” She could barely breathe let alone think, “Steve,
we’re just going to sneak down and take a peak.  If anybody
asks…”

“I’ll cover.  Take it once around the block.”

They slipped out of the room at top speed.  Helen was thrilled to
find her car keys in her skirt pocket, which saved the trip back
to her desk.  Zee was beside her at the elevator and glued to her
lips after the doors closed behind them.  They stayed that was
all the way down, lips locked, hands groping through clothing. 
When the doors opened again, Helen fairly dragged him to her car
and did not waste time opening anything but the trunk and pulling
out the sleeping bag she kept stored there.  It was thick and
soft and perfect for impromptu picnics, fucks, whatever.

“Shouldn’t we get in?” Zee’s luscious lips were tracing the line
of her neck, his hands were inside her shirt gently squeezing her
tits.

“And risk my interior?  No.” she pulled him down as she dropped
to her knees hidden between the wall and the car.  “Not enough
space anyway.  Fuck me.”  She kissed him deeply then bent over on
all four.  Her short skirt rolled up neatly to her waist
revealing the black lace thong.  She was glad she had not
bothered with stockings today.

He slipped a finger or two in her causing her to gasp and coo,
“Well, aren’t we slippery when wet?”  He kissed her snatch.

“Oh Christ!” Helen’s eyes crossed, “Oh God, that’s good but we
don’t have time to…” She could not continue – he was already
sucking her clit.  She came hard, biting the sleeping bag to keep
from screaming but not able to stop moaning.

He moaned too and lapped her pussy slowly letting the flat of his
tongue cover most of it. In between long strokes, he let his
fingers play with her clit.  Suddenly he stuck his tongue inside
her and seemed to suck her entire pussy at once.  It sucked the
breath out of Helen and she gasped helplessly.  This was not ‘lip
service’; this was a man who knew what he was doing and Helen
knew her cries would bring down half the building if she did not
do something to silence herself soon.

When Zee shifted technique again, Helen pulled away from him
completely.  It was agony to do so but it had to be done.

“Not having fun?” He asked, licking his lips.

“Just leveling the playing field.” She opened his pants and
pulled down a pair of silk jockeys just far enough for a
good-sized cock and balls to spring forth.  She ran her fingers
around the hardened length of him, enjoying the smooth soft skin
before slurping the bulk of it into her mouth.

He swore and pumped her mouth for a couple strokes.  Then he
pulled away and they lay down 69 with her above him.  Zee held
Helen’s hips still and ate her like she was his last meal.  She
tried to focus on reproducing the delicious throbbing of her
pussy with her mouth.  They kept a frantic pace for much longer
that Helen thought possible but soon enough he brought her to
another earth-shattering orgasm and this time even his cock in
her mouth could not keep her quiet.  The garage echoed with her
cries as if 10 women were cumming, not just one.

She rolled off him and on to her back and trembled, “Son of a
bitch,” she gasped, “You’re good!”

“So are you.” He moaned softly. He lifted her hips and teased her
with the head of his cock.  She whimpered with desire.  He
slipped in just the head and she arched against him to push him
in deeper.  After that, Zee seemed unable to resist slamming his
full length against her. He held her still and pinched her
nipples through her shirt, “Ready?”

“Are you gonna fuck me now?

“Hard and fast and deep.”

“Oh yes, oh yes oh yes” it became a mantra as Zee fulfilled his
promise and banged her like a pile driver.  When her voice began
to rise in volume, he fell upon her and covered her mouth with
his.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and they fucked until
she came so hard it nearly pushed him off her.  It was finally
too much for him; he came a few strokes later, groaning deeply.

They lay there for a while.  Then the sound of a passing car
reminded Helen of where they where.

“Oh hell.” She pulled away from him and began straightening her
clothing, “We’re probably late.”

He groaned, “Yeah. Shit.” He stuffed himself away and zipped his
pants, “Do you have dinner plans?”

She thought about it as she replaced the sleeping bag, locked the
trunk and headed for the elevator, “I was planning on spending
the evening with some friends at The Crack.”  Which was
<I>exactly<i> the sort of place the name implied. “If you don’t
need to be up and out too early in the morning, you could join
us.”

“I was thinking just the two of us.”

She kissed him deeply one more time as the elevator doors closed,
“My friends will love you.  How much pussy can you eat in one
night?”

He pursed his lips while he considered the question.  As the
elevator doors opened he answered, “We’ll find out.  How much you
got?”