Executive Suite

(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited.

Although this story is being published at about the same time as "An Executive Party," the only connection is that some of the main characters are young and ambitious, and hoping to advance their careers to the executive suite.)

Executive Suite

Chapter 1.

Mason McLemore

I grew up in a lower-middle class neighborhood in north Dallas, south of the Collin County mega suburbs. Both my parents were petty government functionaries, my father, Federal, and my mother, Texas. After high school, I went to the University of Texas in Austin and studied Economics with the Business Economics option, as a minor, meaning I took accounting and finance courses. My sophomore year, I met Susan Ogletree at a fraternity afternoon beer bust. By our second cup, we had eyes only for each other. I took her to dinner and then to a motel. It was utterly fantastic. By the end of the night, I was smitten. After the first night, we spent almost every night together, usually at her apartment. For our junior and senior years, we shared an apartment. Susan was pursuing a dual major degree in accounting and finance, so we had common interests beyond our lovemaking. We had to limit ourselves to one episode on nights when one or both of us had exams the next day.

Before graduation we both got jobs with conglomerates headquartered in Dallas. Both our companies were Forbes 2000, but not Fortune 500. Revenues for both were in the low billions.

Graduation week we got married. We both had many friends attending, including a large segment of mutual friends. There were two sources of concern for me. One was that she decided to keep her last name for professional purposes, since she had interviewed with her maiden name, and the second was the amount of flirting that she did at the numerous parties the week before graduation and the two weeks after graduation. Many of our friends were also getting married. The Saturday after graduation was not only our wedding but three others. I didn't think she was unfaithful, I just felt like she should be spending more time with me than the pussy hounds who were after her pussy. Not that I didn't flirt and dance with my female classmates, but I didn't feel quite as special to her as I would have liked.

As we started our careers, we decided to have our children early and quick, as we felt like it would be more of a deterrent to our careers later rather than earlier. I committed to fully supporting her so that the disruption to her career by pregnancies would be minimized. With our dual incomes we purchased a home in southern Collin County in our second year of marriage and started trying to get pregnant. Our efforts resulted in Peter early in our third year of marriage. Even though she was springing, her sexual appetite seemed to be increasing. We still partied, and if anything, her flirtation seemed to increase,

The same thing happened over the next few years with first, Alice, and then Ronnie. Early in her pregnancy with Ronnie, we decided that three was enough and she would have a tubal ligation while she was still in the hospital following Ronnie's birth.

While she was still pregnant with Ronnie, at one of her company parties held at the private residence of someone in her chain of command, she did finally tell me that she had to lay down as she had overdone it. Of course, she wasn't drinking because of Ronnie being on the way, but she had been dancing and flirting steadily, and I understood her being a little tired and out of sorts. I continued drinking, dancing, and chatting with her coworkers and their spouses. After a little over an hour, she reappeared, somewhat flushed, which was a little strange. She was actually looking more fucked than rested. She said she felt better but was ready to go home. At home she soaked in the bathtub for a while and then seemed to be her normal self. She went to bed while I showered. After my shower, she was still awake and was very horny. This was normal behavior for her during her pregnancies, and we had a nice session. Appearance wise she wasn't as attractive pregnant, but somehow, she made up for that with her wild, even wanton, enthusiasm.

Susan

I met Mason at a fraternity beer bust. I don't think I qualified as a slut, but I was known to have picked up a few guys and put out for them within the first few hours of our acquaintance. With Mason, I think we had been chatting for only about thirty minutes, when I gave him a 'you can have it if you want it' kiss. He kissed me back with a 'Yes, I want it' kiss. We made out for another few minutes and I told him that I preferred my place if his intent was to get 'nasty.' I barely closed the door before he had his tongue halfway down my throat and my skirt halfway down my legs. I unfastened my skirt and let it slide to the floor. While I was trying to grope his sizable endowment, he pulled my panties over my hips and went to work on my exposed vulva. He started working on my button with his thumb while probing my labia with his fingers. By this time, I had discovered that he was 'big down there.' He started finger fucking me. I was trying to get his jeans off, but I was distracted by my rising arousal. We continued kissing for the few moments it took him to take me to my first climax of the evening. It was lovely.

He quickly stripped his jeans and boxers and then yanked my panties off. I barely kicked my panties away before he was doing a tantalizing tongue rotation back and forth across my slit and around my clit. As my arousal rose he started sticking his tongue inside me and then going back around my clit. He was driving me crazy as he applied leverage to my hips pushing my vulva against his face. I was going, going, gone, as I exploded into my second body-shaking orgasm of the evening.

I suggested that we take this to the bedroom. He followed me as we both hurried but shed our last clothes on the way. I told him, "My turn!" and pushed him onto the bed. I wanted to kiss him but was distracted from that objective but what appeared to be close to eight inches of erect masculinity. I wanted to feel it sliding around in my pussy, but before that I wanted to taste it and assure myself it was adequately lubricated, although I had no doubts about my feminine lubrication being adequate for the task ahead. His pre-cum was a little salty but the rest of his manhood had only texture, no especial taste. It felt good to feel his thickness filling my mouth. I knew I wouldn't be able to take it all in but I wanted to do as well as I could. At that time, I hadn't learned any 'deep throating' techniques. After a little bobbing up and down on his cock I declared him ready.

Ohmigod, did it ever feel good to have that fully ripe masculinity sliding in and filling up my love canal. It was the most pleasant penetration I had ever had. I began bouncing up and down on his dick, impaling and withdrawing myself over and over. It just felt fantastic to have him squeezing my insides and then retreating and repeating the squeeze and retreat as I pounded myself closer and closer to the nirvana of cumming on a wonderful meat stick. I was panting and moaning out of control until finally I exploded in a convulsive climax.

I started thrusting myself onto him again, this time going forward and back, as his cock entered and then pulled out of my soaking love canal. I loved riding cocks but something about this one made it special and it didn't take long until my body was shaking in the ecstasy of yet another orgasm. I felt like this was what I was made for. My full attention was on the body beneath mine. I was in pussy heaven. I leaned over and kissed him and lifting and lowering my hips while keeping my tongue in his mouth or on his face. When I came for the third time in this position, his face was wet from my licking it in between kisses.

Almost reluctantly, I turned myself around into the reverse cowboy position. Again, I bounced up and down as he caressed my hips. It was no surprise as I gave my all in yet another body-shaking orgasm. I started sliding back and forth across his pelvis causing his cock to enter and leave my pussy repeatedly. As I began crying out my joy at another convulsive climax, I felt his ropes of cum coating my innermost membranes. I fell forward disengaging his massive prick.

Slowly, I crawled up the bed to where I could kiss this manly person who had given me such immense pleasure. I don't think I was in love at that point, but I was certainly in lust as I kissed and cuddled him. We fondled and caressed each other's bodies for thirty minutes or so before it became obvious that he was prepared for additional action. Even then I knew that this was becoming a night that I would never forget.

Our second tour of each other's bodies began when he casually stuck his fingers inside me and began finger fucking me while sticking his tongue in my mouth. This guy knew his way around a woman's body. Soon, I had the familiar feeling of approaching a manually induced climax. He gradually increased the rhythm of clitoral touching and finger fucking and I exploded into a lovely climax.

He then entered me in the missionary position. I was very impressed with his stroking. He seem to have the strength and rhythm of his strokes just right. He was working my body to perfection sometimes increasing the power and tempo and sometimes decreasing them. He clearly had my number. I didn't know where he had gotten it, but he had it just right. Soon, I was experiencing the joy of another convulsive orgasm, calling out my intense pleasure.

He kissed me and we continued in the missionary

It was early morning when we said our first goodbye. I'm not sure when or how but when that first nine or ten hours were over, I knew he was the one, the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. We were both ambitious and wanted to get ahead in the business world. We decided that it would be better for me to have my pregnancies early in my career when they would be less of a setback. The pee stick turned blue due to Peter during our second year of marriage. After Ronald we decided that with Alice already crawling around, three was enough. I would get my tubes tied, while I was still in the hospital with Ronnie. Taking care of the children was made easier by our childcare. With two salaries we were able to afford a nanny/maid/cook from noon to eight every day. Mason and I had to get the children ready for the five hours they would spend at nursery school. Esmerelda would pick them up at noon and she would fix dinner before she left, thus we were covered if both of us had to work a couple of hours late.

Mason and I were both advancing although he seemed to be more on the fast track. The die was cast when a managerial position opened up in the financial analysis department while I was pregnant with Ronnie. This was an opportunity not only for a big advancement in my career, but it would also essentially bring my career up to equality with Mason's. The nine months of maternity leave taken with our three children had not been a major impediment to my career, but it had caused me to fall behind him a little, even though I hadn't yet taken the three months I planned on taking with Ronnie.

Pregnancy hits women differently. Some poor mothers feel sick all the time. Instead, like some of my sisters, I was horny all the time. Things came to a head with the position heading up the financial analysis department becoming open.

John Patterson was the VP - Finance and would be my supervisor's supervisor, if I was appointed to the new position. The party was at his house, and he told me the Monday before the party that I needed to decide how much skin I was willing to put into getting the position, and that my deadline for the decision was the night of the party. He made it clear that he wanted me even though at five months I was definitely showing a growing belly. Maybe he was attracted to me because of my looming pregnancy. I was torn between my desire for the position and wanting to stay faithful to Mason. Confounding my decision was my almost constant state of sensual desire. I was seeping almost constantly and had taken to wearing sanitary pads at work.

As I dressed for the party, I put on my most naughty undies, but I still hadn't made my decision. John started dancing with me almost as soon as Mason and I arrived at the party. Of course, his first question was whether I had made my mind up about the new position. I told him I still hadn't decided. Again, he cautioned me that tonight was the night. By the end of our second dance my horniness decided that I was going to give my all for the new position and I told him we were on. He told me to tell Mason I was feeling a little queasy and needed to lay down for a while.

I danced some more and chatted with some of my co-workers. It was almost ten when I told Mason I was not feeling well and wanted to lie down for a while. I told John I needed to lie down for a while. He led me to a far bedroom. Once we were inside, he locked the door. I asked him what he wanted me to do.

He said, "Strip, Susan, I want to get a full view of your luscious, pregnant, married body."

I took everything off while he watched approvingly. I was so wet down there that I was sure I was about to start dripping. He came over for a kiss I thought, but instead he wanted to look at me while he rubbed my pregnant belly. Next, he felt my soaked slit and labia.

I said, "Please, John, just fuck me." My desire for sex was overcoming everything else. He started fingering me as we stood there, a nude, pregnant lady, and a fully clad executive. My lust was overpowering all my other thoughts, including any reluctance to step out on Mason.

I repeated my wanton need, "John, please just do me already."

I lay down on the bed and spread my legs. He began undressing. It seemed to take forever. Finally, he was also naked. He exhibited a large example of semi-erect manhood. I pulled myself to the side of the bed and began licking his balls and cock from my prone position. Shortly, he was fully aroused, and it was an impressive piece of equipment. I moved back toward the middle of the bed. He knelt between my legs and began licking my genitals, concentrating on my clitoris. Soon, I was moaning and groaning.

He said, "Do I need to do anything special?"

I replied, "Just take it easy at first. After that, as long as I'm not in pain, little Ronnie will do just fine."

He said, "I'm going to really enjoy this!" as he began rubbing back and forth across my slit with his meat stick.

I replied, "Me, too!" as I eagerly awaited his assault on my love canal.

Just putting the tip of his glans end almost pushed me over the edge. It was heavenly. He continued slowly prodding my insides, gradually going deeper on each stroke. I couldn't believe the immensity of the pleasure I was feeling.

I began telling him about it, "Oh, fuck, John! It feels fantastic! Don't stop!" As I felt his balls against my buttocks, I told him, "Harder, John! You're not going to hurt me or baby Ronnie! Just bang me to your heart's content! I just want more, John! Fuck me harder! Oh, fuck! It feels good! Oh, fuck! I'm coming." My hips buckled in ecstasy. John kissed me. He didn't move.

I told him, "Don't stop now, John! I want more! Fuck me hard! Fuck me fast! Give it to me, Daddy!" Oh, God, did it feel good. Each of his wonderful strokes was taking me higher. "Oh, God! John, I'm cumming!" Again, he stopped thrusting and began kissing him. I kissed him back as hard as I could to show him how good he had made me feel.

He began pounding me again. "Oh, John! It feels so good! Fuck me hard! I love that big cock! Give me more!" He continued ramming me hard and fast. "Oh, John! Oh, fuck! Oh, no! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" as my body shook with the erotic joy of climax, and he shot his semen against my vaginal walls. He kissed me again. Then he withdrew and walked around the bed where I could reach him with my mouth. I scooted over to where I could his joystick and began licking and sucking him from my prone position.

'Oh, no,' I thought, 'he's getting hard again.'

He was, and he commanded me, "Roll your butt over! I want some doggy-style!"

He pulled my butt a little higher and then began ramming his cock into my pussy. This was just as good, if not better, than the missionary position. He showed no mercy. He fucked me to four more climaxes, the last accompanied by another dousing of my cunt with his cum. I was tired and rolled over to my side. He lay beside me, caressing my upper flank. I told him, "That was incredible, John! Are we good for the promotion?"

He replied, "It was beyond incredible! I can't believe a pregnant lady gave me one of the greatest fucks of my life! Of course, we're good! The memo will go out Monday morning!"

I was in a state of bliss. Not only did I get the promotion, bringing my career closer to Mason's but I also had a fantastic fucking. I wanted to just lay there and enjoy the afterglow, but I need to clean my pregnant ass up. Now that I had done the dirty deed, I certainly didn't want to leave any telltale clues for Mason. One of the problems with having such a bright husband is that it's harder to hide cheating. Is it cheating if it's career advancement? I hoped the answer is no, but I had my doubts.

I decided not to tell Mason until it became official with the circulation of the memo Monday. That evening we celebrated. After only five years I was only two steps away the Executive Suite. Of course, Mason had a similar position, but he hadn't taken time off with two pregnancies, and with a third maternity leave coming up, like I had. I planned to again take three months off starting about a month before Ronnie's predicted arrival.

Mason

I felt that we were having a good life. We were both advancing in our respective corporate hierarchies. I was a little surprised when Susan was promoted to manager. It was only a few months after I had been promoted to manager. The week before it happened, she was complaining about being passed over because she was a woman. Technically, I guess she had, since one of her colleagues who started at the same time as she did, was promoted to manager first.

I suppose she was lucky that a position opened up unexpectedly, and she must have been next in line. She seemed very happy to get the promotion even though she was slated to soon take a three-month maternity leave around Ronnie's birth. I guess it was a good thing for her confidence if she was able to keep up with my steady rise toward the executive suite.

Chapter 2.

Mason

It was while Susan was on maternity leave due to Ronnie that my superiors started talking to me about a change in career direction. They told me that I was the best in my discipline, but that barring some kind of catastrophe it was looking like those in the management hierarchy above me would be in their current positions for many years. They explained that if I stayed in my current position for ten or more years, I would risk being categorized as unpromotable.

They were starting a new program to train capable managers for a change in discipline. It would be extra work but would prepare me for a wider range of career opportunities. The only downside I could see was a few extra hours per week to work on the course work. There would be a biweekly four-hour Saturday morning class plus a few hours per week of preparation and homework. After talking it over with Susan, I decided to enter the program.