Cunt's cherished secretions filled Eric's mouth. He was lost to the world, his face utterly immersed in a slick pool of pussy. Eric swam in doing the tongue stroke. That he was at his place of employment, that the woman using his face was his subordinate, Maria, or that knelling on the floor of his office in the middle of the day eating pussy off his desk top might be deemed inappropriate workplace conduct by some—none of this registered in the abandoned practical quarters of poor Eric's mind. The passionate salesman was engrossed and every nerve and sinew was dedicated to the service of pussy. Dry deliberations on propriety had vanished.
Maria was an ample girl with an ample, well-used cunt. Eric had to squeeze his head deep between her plump thighs to reach the thick, slack folds of Maria's viscous gash. His face burrowed into the warm, wet slop. With perfunctory diligence Eric's tongue fondled the piss hole, and then, with the instinct of a blind and ravenous water snake, slithered into the chasm below and gorged. Maria sprawled back across Eric's desk, thighs spread wide, bucking her hip rhythmically, pumping her pussy into Eric willing face. Ardor got the best of Maria, she squealed, her sumptuous thighs grasped Eric's head tightly, and the world disappeared. The lovers dove together through the surface of the mundane world into the watery caverns of transmogrifying, phantasmagoric, erotic rapture. Yummy, yummy.
Eric could barely hear her moans of delight or the bitching demands for more. He floated in the warm throbbing hum of heart-pounded blood rushing through Maria's fleshy thighs to the hot core of her cunt. Eric's overwhelming desire to consume, devour, and serve cunt, and a perverted compulsion to show off his eager, well-trained tongue, sucked him into her maw.
He did not hear the door open. He did not hear the gasps of the startled woman looking down on the star salesman squirming his way into Maria, exploring her sunken treasures. Only when Maria pulled back and jerked Eric's head out of her crotch did the angry voice of his boss Ashley echo down into the deep undersea cavern where Eric happily wallowed. He heard a muffled cry from some distant surface.
"Stop! What is going on here?" Ashley?
Dazed, Eric mechanically turned to feminine command and fell to all fours. Torn from its hot obsession, Eric's face stared into cold truth—three women standing in the doorway of his office. One was aghast, one was aghast and angry, and one suppressed triumphant glee. From his knees Eric looked up at Ashley, boss Ashley, looking down on him smirking with hands on hips. Eric forlornly beseeched sympathy from his former confidant, Shyanne. There was none. Wide-eyed shock froze her hand to her mouth and stifled an appalled cry. And then there was Claudia, Ashley's newly hired General Counsel. Eric had not yet been introduced.
Eric recalled office etiquette, but could not bring himself to perform the ritual greeting, "Hi, great to meet you. It is great to have you aboard. I look forward to working with you. It will be great, just great."
Claudia stood by Ashley's side holding a clipboard, a pen propped behind her ear. If she could have controlled her gaping mouth she might have said, "It is pleasure to meet you, Eric. I see you do admirable work here. It's going be great, just great."
The accumulated pressure of Gina's regime of orgasm denial, the daily drain of self-esteem, the constant dreaming about degrading sex, and the gorging on Maria's sweet womanly brew were too much. The dam burst. Eric's penis had its way. Eric knelt before the women, convulsively rocked his hips, and uncontrollably humiliated himself. His cock erupted and filled his pants with come until semen drooled onto the floor.
Maria jumped off Eric's desk only to inadvertently again catch him in the headlock of her luscious thighs. She pushed Eric's head down and he dropped his face to the floor. Now Maria stood astride her fallen boss, teetering on her ultra-high heels. Eric dumbly looked up her dress. Something dripped from her pussy onto his nose.
Panicked, Eric crawled out from beneath Maria toward the three women at the door until he bumped into the toe of a practical women's pump. Eric looked up. He was staring directly up another dress. Eric's was tongue-tied; his heart sank; his only thought—loss, loss, irretrievable loss.
Eric saw the crotch of Ashley's panty hose, then stars. She kicked him in the eye. Ashley began barking orders, "Get back, you pervert. Shyanne, Claudia, get in here and close the door. Maria, poor Maria, please come to me. I will protect you. That beast, what has he done to you? Here in my company's main office, in broad day light that animal raped you."
Like snow falling on red-hot iron, apparitions of consequences materialized with a stinking hiss in the vacuum of Eric's brain.
Attorney Claudia interrupted, "This truly awful...but Ashley...please excuse me, but perhaps we should be cautious regarding the labeling of this vile act as rape. The word has legal meaning, which could commit us to actions we might come to rue. If we call it rape, we might be required to notify criminal authorities and that might not serve the company's interests. Don't mistake me; in a cultural context, this is plainly rape, an alpha-male imposing his sexual dominion upon an economically weaker female. However, it might be prudent to be circumspect with to regard to the semantic filters we employ and cautious with respect to considerations of publicity and politics, contracting issues, and possible legal consequences to the company. Of course, we must address this offense as if it were an offense against all women. We must show solidarity with all socio-economically disadvantaged women, especially our poor Maria, in order to maintain our credentials as progressive women who seek social justice."
Ashley, Shyanne, and Maria looked at Claudia as if she had dropped in from Mars.
Martian Claudia wore her alien uniform—formless grey business attire, little make up, and ugly glasses. Her hair was pulled back severely affecting the look of a helmet. She wore sensible shoes. Claudia was way too young to be the General Counsel of a large company. She had been hired as a favor to a friend of Ashley's even though she had no business experience. Claudia knew everything about philosophical social theory and academic law, but nothing of the subtle ambiguities of commerce. However, Claudia was just what Ashley needed—a legal counsel utterly beholding and dependant upon her, and so someone she could control absolutely. Claudia thought she could camouflage her weaknesses and look older by adopting the cosmetic aesthetic of a filing cabinet. This came naturally to her.
"Justice demands that we discharge our duty swiftly, provide some sort of due process, and expeditiously determine a course of action. I suggest convening a discharge hearing immediately. Further study of Eric's personnel file is not necessary. I am fully acquainted with it as a result of an ongoing review being conducted regarding certain expense account matters. Ashley, perhaps you could allow me to gather some documents, and then we may convene in your office in fifteen minutes. Justice delayed is justice denied. Shyanne, would you please look to Maria's comfort and arrange for trauma counseling?"
