*** Decisions ***
It was time for the annual performance reviews, in-depth appraisals to determine which of the probationary half-dozen newbies would be offered permanent employment. The Comfort Secretarial Pool hopefuls hovered over a tabletop collage of the company executives, the ones who had initially screened them a year ago.
It was a turnabout selection process for these updates; the girls made the man of their choice for an encounter that would be graded for their permanent employment records. And they were eager to leave their alpha male evaluator an auspicious impression.
Miko expressed her preference. "I like Mr. Monroe; he has been brash but good-mannered. He dives right in and manhandles my boobs. Even fucked my cunt on occasion."
She giggled. "And I liked it; it felt good. What a gentleman; I'll pick him for my review."
Shannon chimed in. "I need a big cock that fills my cunt. Karrie's Daddy is sure to fit the bill. He's been avoiding me so far but now he's big and he's mine."
Caroline picked at a photo, lifting it to examine the portrait, pausing to gather her thoughts. She cocked a little smirk and her eyes took on a dreamy aura.
"Mr. Townsend's the one for me. I'll have his balls drained by supper time. I could suck his meat all day and all night but he surely won't last that long."
Pamela saw the pile of available males dwindling and jumped in to claim her man.
"Thurgood" was all she said.
Becky and Barbie saw one man remaining and realized if they didn't cooperate, one would lose out. That meant yet another dual date. They nodded to each other, a silent sign of agreement. They hoped Mr. Webster was into threesomes and had the stamina to follow through.
With pairs, and trios, established, they summoned Karrie to reveal their choices and get the balls rolling.
*** Daddy and Shannon ***
Shannon had claimed Daddy's big cock. And there it was, cupped in her palm, as she knelt naked at Daddy's feet. She examined the veins, the prominent knob with its flared corona rim and the closed tip slit. The meaty appendage, only semi-hard, extended beyond her palm; the coronal vee nestled against her wrist. Mesmerized, she tilted her wrist higher, levering the knob closer and placed a loving kiss on the end.
Daddy watched from above, staring down at the redhead's true admiration of his manhood. She wasn't the first, of course. Once an innocent but fortunate female perceived the cock about to work her into a fine frenzy, there was no turning back. The trick was to delay the revelation, build her curiosity and then enjoy her look of astonishment at the reality of discovery.
He rolled her back, hovered above and inserted his erection, shuttling back and forth deeper into her vaginal channel. The final inch compressed her cervix, eliciting her vocal alarm at its depth and breadth. Could she handle it?
"Oh, my God... wait, is it all in? What? Not yet?... Oh, my God... oh, my GOD!"
His ego always got that boost of pride when the fucked female uttered her alarm: was it fear, joy, wonder?
He bumped a few jolts to get another similar response. He felt her body buck in an attempt to back off: was it to get more stimulus or just a reaction to the electric sizzle consuming her pre-orgasmic body?
Her moans of "Yes... yes... no... yes..." captivated his own arousal and he swelled larger inside her.
The explosion of cum spattered her cervix and she careened off on the deep sensation, her body wreathing in ecstasy.
Daddy held her tight through the emotional spiraling down to earth. And smiled broadly at another successful journey of discovery by a cock-curious female. She would be a keeper for another year of Comfort Secretarial duties.
*** Townsend and Caroline ***
Caroline's mouth was full of cock as she cuddled in 69 with her chosen executive. Townsend was not unfamiliar with this situation and his tongue danced on her sweet pinkness while his nose sniffed the musky redolence of her pussy. He was not so focused on his own role that he couldn't feel Caroline's similar efforts on his oral embedded swollen dick.
They were lying in bed, sort of, fortunately a large one, because their maximum efforts to pleasure their mate had them reeling around to gain deeper connections. They suckled side by side, but then a lurch had them rolled one atop the other and another desperate scramble for better genital access had them skewed at a different angle in the tangle of sheets.
Townsend hugged her ass as his tongue probed her vaginal opening. Caroline sucked deep, his knob passing her tonsils where her swallowing actions rippled on his corona. Even with his mouth pressed to her cunt, she heard his irrepressible joyful moans at her special fellatio skill.
Caroline rolled again, drawing him atop her. His weight pressed his groin against her face and she felt the cock ripples of ejaculation before the pulses of sperm shot forth and drained down her penetrated throat. She relaxed in his clutches and let her own libido peak, squirting her orgasmic juices against his cunt plastered face. The thrills shot through her body, another successful finale to her particular sexual prowess. She was confident of her permanent employment.
*** Webster and Client and Becky and Barbie ***
The elevator rose to the penthouse floor. Becky and Barbie were clinging to each of Mr. Webster's arms. Their heels provided the perfect height to really mold their breasts to the biceps wedged in their cleavages. They had just spent a few hours being wined, dined and wooed in the hotel dining room. Their clingy party dresses, low cut and high hemmed, still held a modicum of public decency but had drawn the attention of every man, of every age, to the flashy tits and ass display.
It promised to be a naughty night with the boss. They knew the other executives had boasted about their own playtimes with the sexy duo. The stories about the combination of fluffy blonde bombshell and athletic, though buxom, brunette had made the rounds. And the girls intended to live up to past reputations, whatever it took.
The doors swished open and the trio of half tipsy partiers swayed down the hallway to Mr. Webster's luxury hotel suite. He nearly stumbled over the threshold, the girls holding him up by his cleavage enfolded arms. They barely stood themselves, unsteady in their heels. But a pause for stability and with bearings recovered, they walked with light giggles through the foyer and into the main room.
And stopped in stride at the unexpected sight. The ladies' expressions started first with surprise, then a calm quieting, then a strange sense of disquiet.
A business suited man was seated on the sofa, arms spread wide across the back cushions, a casual pose of patience. His look was purposeful, maybe stern, but probably just stoic. A man who looked like he took what he wanted when he wanted it, damn the consequences. His chiseled facial features were probably a reflection of the hinted chiseled body filling out his tailored clothes.
Mr. Webster regained his composure. He hadn't expected his client's arrival until tomorrow and had intended to enjoy entertaining, and being intimately entertained, in the dual bedroom suite this night before. But now it seemed, there wouldn't be a night before, just tonight. And there wouldn't be time, after their employment evaluation, for him to brief the girls on their accelerated client-oriented commitment. It would unfold in real time, to those real consequences, starting now.
"Hello, Webster. Nice of you to join me. I had to travel a day early, corporate jet schedules and all. What have you brought me to pass the time?"
