(For Larry – and others who've asked for a more "broad" approach to oral sex.)
"We need a strong, straightforward, starting sentence," Adam offered. "Maybe some alliteration." He paused, furrowing his brow, deep in creative thought.
A pulsing bluish vein grew so large in his forehead I became concerned that it would pop. The silence deepened. I was sure I could hear heartbeats. Finally – and not a moment prematurely – he ejaculated, "How about 'Sixoxaril, the superlative selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor is asymptomatic for sexual dysfunction'?"
The four of us had been working on the next morning's opening presentation for the company's major customers, distributors and sales force. Adam, the newly appointed Sales Vice President, had been tapped to provide our new product's keynote speech.
Bill, the Western Region Director, would follow up with the new SSRI's product details and Harvey would provide a final promotional schedule and new release announcements. Though the entire segment would only take, with Q and A, less than an hour, it would be a career boost for all of them.
As the most recent member of the team – but the one who'd contributed the lion's share of work to the presentation – I was feeling just a tad slighted. I knew I had the drive, talent, knowledge, and skill to give the entire Sixoxaril presentation and to answer any questions the audience would throw at us. Given this prestigious opportunity however, I knew the other members were going to make sure they'd get as much "air time" as possible. My laurels, I consoled myself, would have to wait until another product introduction.
On the other hand, I'd just been told by Adam that my input had been appreciated and would not be forgotten. In addition, I would get to sit on the platform along with my three colleagues should the need arise for me to contribute. Since Adam, Bill and Harv were all well along the steps up the corporate ladder I knew that was not in the offing. It was just going to have to be a "learning experience." In any event I would be seen up there. (I don't even want to think that I might be there just to serve as "eye candy.") That would just have to do for now.
As we agreed on the opening sentence (and, boy, what a mouthful: "Sixoxaril, the superlative selective serotonin reuptake inhibitor is asymptomatic for sexual dysfunction." I mean, come on! Whatever happened to good old "SSRI"?), the waiter came into the private conference room to clean up the last of the desserts and do one final replacement of the coffee urn. He asked if there were anything else we might require. After we all thanked him (and Adam proffered a generous tip) for his help, he wished us a good night and departed.
It was about an hour later, around eleven, when the entire presentation was "in the can" that Bill brought out a bottle of vodka, throwing ice in a glass for each of us. Within twenty minutes we were on our third or fourth glasses and feeling confident and self-satisfied.
"That was some night," Adam said, staring blankly at his empty glass. "I had no idea you were so, um, talented."
Though his eyes were on the glass, his mind was on me, or more specifically, on my mouth and the parts of my anatomy beyond it. Just three months before, at our quarterly sales meeting, I had deep throated Adam, Bill, Harv, and six other sales reps in one insane post-meeting bash, to the amazement and delight of all.
Now that the vodka was having the relaxing effect and letting our four imagination's run rampant, the three men were recalling just how wonderful it felt to be engulfed in my gullet.
Even I, who always enjoyed sucking a cock and had worked to develop the throat technique, was remembering how much fun that evening had been and how many orgasms I'd had tasting all that delicious semen. And I hadn't even taken off one item of clothing!
Now that I thought about it though, the fact that I hadn't taken off one item of clothing made me – and my pussy – a little, well, pissy. I recalled how all the men had gotten off in my mouth. And, truth to tell, a mouthful of cum always made me climax.
Yet, it sure would have been nice to have had them go down on me, too. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it. Of course, there were just the three of them, but surely among these men there should be some pretty talented tongue techniques. I even recalled that Adam played some brass instrument. Though I was not a musician, I still had some vague recollection that it must involve the tongue!
As I was beginning to figure out if there were a way to be on the receiving end of some oral sex, my ears heard Bill speaking.
"That really was amazing. Lisa, when we saw you open your mouth to start on Harvey I never thought you could do it, but then when you did Big Mike – " He trailed off and shook his head in admiration, "Amazing."
"I'll take that as a compliment," said Harvey, (the smug bastard!) knowing from the previous get-together that he had the largest dick in the room.
"I'll take that as a compliment, too," I added. "And from the way the three of you are staring, I'll bet I could file a sexual harassment suit," I said, jokingly.
"Now, Lisa, don't even kid about that," Adam quickly countered. Then, after a moment he added, "It was just that you're talented in so many ways."
"Yeah, yeah. You guys just want me to do you again. It's as clear as the pre-cum that's probably dripping into your shorts as I speak."
The three simultaneously reddened and, as if on cue, adjusted themselves in their pants.
"I thought so," I continued. "Well, I think that turn-about is only fair."
All of them nodded, still feeling a bit embarrassed, but not one erection diminished.
"Let me make you three a deal: I'll deep throat one of you, but only one."
"Here we go again. OK, what's the deal?" the three almost asked in unison.
"Whichever one of you can give me the largest orgasm – using only his tongue! – will get deep throated. Right here. Right now.
