Authors Note: Between April 2008 and May 2008, I submitted a total of five stories under the name tantric_explosion.
I no longer remember the email address I used for my Lit membership, for that author name. I found the final drafts of each story and with permission from Literotica, I am resubmitting the stories, under my long time name - The Style Guy.
As a life long New England Patriot fan, I still have painful memories of the Pats losing to the Giants in the 2008 Super Bowl.
TSG
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She won't pay-up.
I have been in a rut for the last few weeks, but this morning, a Monday, I sprang from bed and got into the office early.
My corner office has a clear glass front, overlooking our showroom. Around the spacious floor today are a gleaming black Porsche 911, a red Porsche Boxster, two different model Land Rovers and 300, 500 and 700 Series BMWs.
I am the general manager of an upscale auto dealership. Mandy is young, around twenty-seven years old. Her official title is receptionist. Unofficially, she is our eye candy. She is 5'7" and 135 pounds. Her red hair is cut stylishly and is shoulder length. She has great taste in clothing and always showcases her full round breasts, slim waist and long athletic legs that end at her tight, heart-shaped bottom.
She starts work at 9am every morning. At 9:05 this morning she stood in my office doorway.
"Christopher, can we talk?"
"Sure," I answered. "Come on in and close the door."
That morning, Mandy was dressed in a white blouse. Two buttons were open and the collar was spread wide. The blouse highlights her breasts nicely. Her dress black pants were low on her waist and very snug around her butt. They were close-fitting and outlined a pair of sexy slim legs.
"Um . . . I want to talk about the bet."
When I didn't say anything, Mandy continued, "Listen, I just can't pay up."
Nodding slowly, I looked at my desk top, letting her wait. After a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, I looked into her green eyes and agreed, "I understand, Mandy."
"I mean . . . if I wasn't married . . . well . . . maybe, you know?"
I took a few seconds before continuing, I wanted my answer to sound just as I'd practiced. "The truth is I never thought you would pay up. Listen, it's going to be a busy day." I dismissed her and returned to my computer as she sputtered, turned and left my office.
I couldn't help it. As she walked across the showroom floor, I had to watch the undulation of the most gorgeous ass I'd ever seen.
One week earlier: The bet
"You Giant fans are a bunch of pansies."
I walked into the lunch room as Mike and Terry, two of our top salesmen, were returning to the floor.
Mike rolled his eyes as I held the door open, let the two men pass, and entered to refill my coffee mug for the tenth time.
Alone with Mandy, I asked, "Why are they pansies?"
"Simple," she told me, "They're Giant fans and they won't bet me on the Super Bowl."
"What do you want to bet?"
With a gleam in her eye, she said, "Any amount. Five to one odds."
Shaking my head, I countered her offer, "I'll take a bet, but I'm not betting cash with an employee."
Mandy is a New England Patriot fanatic. A real nut. She smelled blood in the water and suggested, "Make an offer."
I thought for a moment. "If you win, I'll buy you take-out, for a week."
The young woman gave me a very under-whelmed look, so I continued, "I'll order your lunch, pick it up, pay for it, deliver it to the lunchroom and set out the lunch with a placemat and candle. I'll clean up when you've finished."
I could tell by her smile that Mandy was warming to the idea. Having the boss wait on her had a certain appeal.
"OK, that sounds like fun. And if, by some one in a million chance, I lose?"
I finished pouring my coffee. Turning from the coffee pot and leaning against the counter, I stared her down. "If I win the bet . . ." I looked around the lunchroom. "If I win, you have to show me your bare ass."
We had worked together for almost two years and had constantly flirted. I hadn't crossed the sexual harassment line so far.
Until right now of course.
We stared quietly at each other. I'll admit that I wondered if I had strained my relationship with Mandy. I finally shrugged and disappointingly headed back to my office.
"Deal," was all she said, in a quiet and shy voice, just before I reached the lunchroom door.
When I turned to her and cocked an eye, she got out of her chair and thrust out her hand. Wordlessly, we shook.
Final score: New York Giants 17, New England Patriots 14.
Over the next few weeks, I treated Mandy as I always did. Mandy on the other hand was quiet, embarrassed, and uncomfortable.
One slow afternoon, I was inspecting the showroom and making my daily rounds. I smiled at Mandy and was surprised when she shyly waved me over.
Her cheeks were slightly blushing as I approached. "I'm not saying I'll do it, but how do you see it happening?"
Not knowing what she was talking about I repeat, "See it happening?"
"Don't be a jerk, you know!"
When I just stared with a confused expression, she huffed, "If I pay the bet by showing you my ass."
"I hadn't really thought about it." That was a definite lie, I'd jerked off countless times to the fantasy. "Off-hand, you'd wear a skirt and be bare underneath. We'd go to the conference room and lock the door. You would spread your legs, lean over the table and pull the hem of your skirt over your back."
Three days later, that's exactly what happened.
Mandy's legs were long and tanned. The globes of her ass were full and round. Her pussy was hairless. She was wet and the lips of her twat were a deep red and wide open.
It was as if the world slowed. I noticed the goose bumps on each ass cheek and few missed hairs inside the crack of her ass. I counted seven wrinkles that form the star of her back hole.
God, she had a perfect ass. After collecting my bet, I reached out and pull her skirt back into place. "Paid in full," is all I said as I turned and left the conference room.
A new offer.
Returning from the lunchroom, a few weeks later, I found Mandy sitting across from my desk.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked, as I circled my desk and plopped into the comfortable leather high-back.
As always, Mandy looked great. She was wearing a tight red top. I noticed a hint of a fat nipple topping each round breast. Her tan skirt was short and I was able to see some of her right thigh as she sat, cross-legged.
Leaning forward and showing some cleavage, she handed me a manila folder and asked, "What kind of a deal can you give me on the 325 series convertible that we just took in trade?"
I pretended to study the folder, but I knew the details well. "We're going to ask $36, 900."
Mandy nodded, "I figured it would be around there. What will you do for an employee?"
"How does an even $32,500 sound?"
The young receptionist pleaded, "Please! Can't you do better?"
"Mandy, I'm offering you a good deal," I countered. "The car has low mileage. The mechanics tell me it's in great shape."
"Christopher, I'm not a good negotiator. I'll tell you the best I can do. My husband said I could spend $30,000."
"$30,000 won't do it Mandy. I'm sorry." I suspected that Mandy's cash offer was as high as she could afford and was well within the range I could approve for an employee, but I wondered if she might suggest other incentives.
Shyly, she offered, "Would seeing my ass again, help?"
I chuckled as I answered, "Your ass is spectacular, but I've already seen it."
Mandy's eyes were glued to my desk top as she barely whispered, "I could blow you."
I stared at the bowed head of the sexy married young woman and imagined the feeling of her lips as they wrapped themseves along my shaft.
"Look at me Mandy."
She inhaled deeply, raised her head and looked me in the eye.
"Make the offer again."
Mandy nodded and responded, "I'll give you a blowjob and $30,000 for the car."
We shared a few moments of silence. "I'll cum in your mouth." It was a statement and not a question.
Mandy nodded her agreement.
"And you'll swallow."
Again, she indicated a silent consent.
"Do we have a deal?" She asked.
Instead of answering directly, I asked, "Do you know what tantric sex is?"
"I've heard of it, but don't think I know what it is."
I explained, "Tantric sex is the practice of holding off cumming as long as possible. It greatly increases the intensity of the orgasm. I need you to understand that you won't be giving a quick three minute blowjob."
Mandy's confidence seemed to return, as she responded, "That's OK. I love sucking cock and really get into it. Hold off as long as you can."