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Twenty-six year old Tess Henson looked at her cell phone. I was five minutes to twelve. She placed the phone into a desk drawer and stood, sliding her chair back. She went to a closet and opened the door to face a full length mirror. The image looking back at her was nothing short of amazing. Five-ten, one hundred and twenty pounds of luscious. In her tweed slacks and jacket, her slender athletic body was still very apparent. Straight blond hair reached down to her waist. Her face was lawless with bright green eyes and minimal and un-needed makeup.
She smoothed the front of her slacks, adjusted her white silk blouse and closed the door. She smiled and left her office. Her personal secretary was at her desk and smiled to Tess as she approached. "Your meeting with the finance director is at noon, Ms. Henson.
Tess just nodded. "Please hold my calls until I return, Leann." Tess went to the elevator. As she entered, she looked back at Leann who had looked away and went back to her work. Tess pressed the button for the twenty-second floor. Her office was on the twentieth, she had come a long way in her five years at I.H.H. Account Management Corporation.
When the elevator door opened to the top floor, Tess stepped out to be greeted by Ellen Taylor, The finance director's personal assistant. She smiled as she greeted Tess. "Ira is ready for you meeting, please go in." The assistant went to the director's office door and opened it. She stood aside as Tess went in and she closed the door behind her.
The man setting at his desk was about fifty. He had the smooth, well-tanned face of a wealthy active executive. He set there watching the woman as she walked across the thick pile carpet to a spot in front of his desk. She slowly slipped her jacket from her shoulders and draped it over the back of a chair. She looked at him, smiling, quiet, confidant. He set quietly with his elbows on the arms of the chair, his hands together, fingers touching fingers, watching.
Tess's fingers began the slow unbuttoning of her blouse, one button and then another, from top to navel. When they were all undone, she eased the silk fabric from the waist band of her slacks. With a roll of her shoulders, the blouse slid down over her back. She placed it on top of her jacket. She waited, standing in her tweed fitted pants and a lacy white bra. Her fingers found the front clasp by feel, her eyes still on Ira. She slipped it free and added it to the growing pile of clothes. After her belt was removed, she lowered the zipper at the side of her slacks, slipped the top button and slid her fingers inside the pants, working them over her slender hips. With a hand on the chair back, she lifted one leg and then the other, stepping free of the slacks, setting them aside.
She was in thigh high nylons and white lace panties. Her fingers traced across her chest, down her well defined ribs, over her abdomen. First a single finger slipped into the top of her panties, she ran it from tummy to her rear and back, only to slip in a second finger and repeat herself. Next, she used both hands, fingers running each way from mound to ass and back, so slowly, so inviting. Each time, she was easing those panties lower until they were finally over her tight little rear. She straightened and the panties floated down those long legs to the floor.
Ira eased his chair back farther. Some sort of silent signal. Tess moved slowly, gracefully around the desk until she could lean down and kiss Ira, soft, gentle. Lovingly. And then, almost business like, Ira stood. Loosened his belt then unzipped his trousers. When his boxers were down to his knees, he began stroking an already growing manhood. Tess turned, pressed the front of her thighs against the desk and lay forward. It was the perfect height. With her chest now flat on the deck top, she moved her feet apart, rose up on her toes, arching her back. She presented herself to Ira Herbert Henson, her father.
There were no words spoken. No hint of regret, no sign of abuse, no sense of perversion. There was lust, there was satisfaction, and there was certainly climax. Ira's cock was nearly eight inches. It had a thick wide purple head, deeply veined. At his age, whether he used chemical assistance or not, no one knew but his stamina was unmatched. Twenty minutes on, Tess was leaking a combination of her own sex and her father's cum onto the floor. It was trailing down the inside of her legs.
But Ira continued to fuck her. His cock still rigid and sinking deep into her pussy on every stroke. It was then that her third orgasm rose from somewhere deep inside her and Ira sensed it coming before she did. He rammed deep, grasping her by her waist, holding her as she writhed on his cock, worked her ass up and down onto him. She came as Ira emptied himself into her womb for a second time.
Ira didn't pause, didn't caress, didn't cuddle. Finished, he pulled himself free of Tess and went to wash himself in the adjoining bathroom. When he returned, Tess was buttoning her slacks. Her bra and blouse were back in place. When she had pulled her jacket on and stepped into her heels, she once again looked to Ira.
"Some executives of Stenson and Grover will be in town on Friday. It's an important account for us." He looked at Tess.
"You want me to schedule some girls or would you prefer I handle it myself?" She smiled at her father.
He smiled back. "They are not that important." He offered.
Tess grinned at the very rare compliment from her father. And the fact that he did not deem a business associate worthy of using his daughter for financial gain said a lot. "Three should do." He decided. Then he added. "But plan on being there."
"Is it just for Friday night or shall I have the girls pack a case?" Tess asked.
"The girls, yes, just the evening. The men have an early Saturday flight." He stated. "You could plan to stay the weekend, if you would like. Perhaps we could get in some golf."
Tess knew her father too well. The offer was not a request. "I'll see you there." She said almost in a whisper.
It was now four thirty. She had returned to her office and showered and changed. She was now wearing a yellow string top satin tee without a bra, as her smallish breasts didn't demand one and a pair of dark green satin shorts with yellow sandals.
She was at her desk when her phone rang, the inter-office line indicating it was her father. "Yes?" She said.
"I was just wondering." Ira offered, "When I was by you place last week." He said.
"I remember." Tess replied. Her father had dropped by unannounced, something he never did. Tess happened to be out by her pool and her father used his own key to enter. When he walked out to the back deck, Tess was setting on a recliner in the shade of a large umbrella. On her lap was a beautiful young girl. Tess was wearing a bikini but the girl's two piece was scattered on the concrete, Tess was kissing the girl's neck as the young beauty giggled. Well, Ira just turned and departed without a word but Tess had gotten a glimpse of him as he left. They had discussed it at length later over the phone as Tess was settled in a tub of bubbles and Ira was stroking himself at his home office desk.
"I was wondering." Ira said. "I never had a chance to be properly introduced to your new friend." Tess could hear the laughter in his voice. "Perhaps you could invite her along this week end?"
"What a lovely offer." Tess said. "And as much as you and I might enjoy the company of a perfect little eighteen year old girl, I'm afraid this little one only has eyes for those of the female persuasion."
"A pity." Ira said.
"Not necessarily." Tess responded.
After her father's call, she removed a small book from a locked desk drawer and opened it. She had developed a nice list of all of the girls and women in the company who could be called upon for special services required to advance the interests of the company. She now had a list of twenty three girls that were available for various activities. Some, a few, refused to provide more than an arm to escort to dinner and a dance partner. Some were open to sex with men, some only wanted to be with women, to accommodate the few women executives the firm dealt with and some were willing to be with either or with both.
