The Germans are coming

You never cared much for the other guy just because he’s a celebrity he’s still an ass. The German dude – he exudes reliability, respectability, trustworthiness. And he’s totally hot, in a daddy kinda way. You’re not wasting your time with an immature boy, just because he’s a billionaire if you can spend a day with this mature, distinguished European Gentleman.

“I’ll take care of the Germans”, you proclaim decisively.

“Really?”

The manager looks at you with a grin.

"And here would have thought a woman your age would like to spend some time in more glamorous company.”

“You won't hold it against me if I think that our client is a bit of an idiot?”

He chuckles.

“It would be unprofessional to confirm that.”

“Yeah, right. Not wasting my time with that guy if I can have the company of mature men who know how to behave themselves. And treat a lady, hopefully."

His grins gets wider

“Especially, if that task does include some of your special duties, I assume?”

“Especially then, yes.”

You try to act professional and not blush

“Glad to see our personal have a good taste in men.”

He winks at you, probably assuming not totally unjustified that he falls into the spectrum of your taste. You feel the heat rising with the thought of how little time as a woman it took you to develop a ”taste in men”. But you have. And yeah... you wouldn't be too **** to spend some time with him one day, too.

“Alright, then. You can send the young man you dislike so much and his companions right upstairs when they arrive. And for the Germans… give them the tour through the company, for a start. And feel free to occupy a free rooms if you need - more privacy to keep them busy.”

He chuckles and winks at you again before leaving.

“Yes, Sir.”

Shortly after noon, the first delegation arrives – due to the rise of agitated voices from the crowd that has actually been gathering all morning, it’s clear it’s not your group.

They flaunt into the lobby, lead by the big man himself, and you take the second before he gets to your desk to gather yourself to keep smiling and not show your real feelings for him.

Of course nobody intrudes themselves, you’re expected to know them. You make a short call to announce their arrival to the upper levels and the lead he way. You feel the gaze of the men and women on your behind as you all enter the big lift. And in there inevitably, a hand on your ass. The elevator cabin is mirrored you you don't need to turn around to see its the big man’s hand in person. You smile at him via the mirror walls – you're a professional, this is part of your job, you don’t have to like him to accept him groping as the compliment that it is. If it was necessary, you’d do what it takes with him to benefit the company, but you're grateful this duty is taken out of your hand. The CEO’s Assistant receives you at the elevator when it opens, and hugs the important visitor, whose hand immediately leaves your ass and lands on hers. She smiles at him warmly, you don't get into such a position in this company without that attitude. Given how natural he took all his privilege with you and her you have no doubt she’ll join the negotiations on her knees. You wonder what the egocentric billionaire would be like. But aren’t unhappy you don’t have to find out.

The lift takes you back down, jut in time for the second delegation to arrive. This time your smile is authentic.

The Germans calmly enter the lobby, three men and two women additionally to the CEO himself, all dressed in dark conservative business suits, talking among themselves, not taking or wanting any needed attention. The CEO comes to your desk in person, smiles professionally, introduces himself in only slightly accented English and shakes your hand.

His pictures online don't do him justice – he looks like the settled older manager that he is in those, but his aura when standing in front of you, elevates him. He’s a man who got to where he is by his own will, he radiates confidence, prudence and importance, without seeming proud or arrogant about it in the slightest. And he looks better than in the pictures, without the polished PR photoshopped sheen, he could be your best friend's Dad who has everything under control and can solve every of your problems.

“Schön, Sie kennen zu lernen, Mein Herr. Mein Name ist Lexi {last name}.“

You greet him with one of the German phrases you learned all morning and he smiles appreciatively, even though you’re absolutely certain your pronunciation is atrocious.

“Gleichfalls, Fräulein Jordan.”

You can’t help but giggle. You’d like this handsome man to call you by your first name, but you know Germans are a sucker for formalities and don't offer it. Hearing your last name with a that exotic honorific and accent makes your pussy a little tingly, as well.

You do wonder for a short second if the research you did this morning was incorrect - your online classes about greeting a German claimed the title “Fräulein” is no longer commonly used – it’s an old fashioned way to address young and/or unmarried women, and considered demeaning by Germans with modern day sensibilities, as it essentially calls the addressed person “little woman”. Is he just old fashioned or did he intentionally greet the young woman at the reception in a patronising, slightly condescending way? If so, did he do it because he thought you wouldn't get it? Or because he thought you would? You addressed him in German after all, he has to assume you know a little bit about his culture. You find to your own surprise that – you wouldn't mind this handsome older man calling you "little woman" intentionally even if that means he looks down on you. If he looks down on you that means you can look up….

You’ve always been a sucker for exotic people and foreign places – now that you're a woman, this added to your taste for older men makes your loins tingle ans he bends over and kisses your hand. What a gentleman.

You push out your tits and are happy to see that he’s not THAT much of a gentleman not to let his eyes wander over them.

OK. Play your part. Don't let them think they’re actually **** to wait, give them the feeling they’re getting special privileges.

“I was asked by the management to give you gentlemen and ladies the tour of the company to accommodate you and let you know all you need about your new business partners.”

Someone from his delegation speaks to him softly in German, they didn’t expect a delay, but are apparently too polite to say it out loud In English. He lifts a hand.

“No, no, this young lady is granting us a rare view!”

He now looks distinctly to your chest and you smile as a sign you appreciate the double entendre.

“Let's enjoy it as long as we can. Please, lead ahead.”

You nod and step from behind your desk, to lead the way.

Nobody touches you, despite the given opportunity. You would not have minded – not at all if it had been the CEO himself, but they're too polite and reserved as guests to make this first step so rushed. But you do enjoy the feeling of the gazes on your ass.

“Of curse you know at the company headquarters here we're purely the administrative branch, the production facilitates are in other buildings…”

“In the near vicinity, though, yes?”

“Indeed. As are most of our suppliers, we early focused on local and sustainable business models, helping us to successfully navigate the – current troublesome situation on the world markets. Mostly, nobody is fully unchallenged of course, but we get along quiet well.”

“We’ve already viewed one of your production facilities. And of course the numbers speak for themselves.”

You nod.

“We’re very proud of our management in these challenging times.”

The tour continues without any notable events. This being a purely administrative HQ, there really isn't much to see, but the Germans remain polite and act like they’re terribly interested.

After killing as much time with this as you can, you lead the group to the cafeteria. You see restlessness in their collected faces but the CEO nods.

“Wir passen uns an die Gepflogenheiten an, meine Herrschaften. Soziales Miteinander statt schneller effizienter Verhandlungen. Genießen wir die äußerst angenehme Gesellschaft des sehr hübschen jungen Fräuleins noch etwas - intesiver!”

The words of the CEO to his entourage cause the mood to relax. You have heard the word Fräulein again, so you feel addressed. And all the eyes are on you again, more openly this time. It seem like the boss somehow gave them permission to express – more appreciation of their tour guide. And possibly you're the reason they're willing to bear the indignity of having to suffer through this socialising instead of getting to business more efficiently. You try to suppress a blush - after all that was exactly the idea of making you do this. Give them something to look, at so they don’t notice they’re being kept waiting.

The small group, with your guidance as to the exact procedures gets some snacks and drinks and you all take a seat. You take your place right next to the CEO. Intentionally invading his private space a little more than you should, purely professionally. You take the risk based on the looks he gave you. Not as openly leering as your colleagues around here, but you're sure under the cold, professional façade of the European businessman likes what he sees quite a bit.

“How do you like our country, mein Herr?”

He chuckles.

“Well, I'm not here as a tourist, and not for the first time of course so that question is a little superficial, don't you think?”

You clear your throat. The famous German openness. Attempts at small talk are returned with an actual honest answer. You are not used to this kind of reply to simple small talk that sounded suspiciously like a reprimand – but a part of you agrees with him: It was superficial. You're wasting this man’s precious time with your silliness. And it deserved to be called put. You lick your lips and feel the shame of this mistake mix with the pleasure being rightfully put down for it to this mature man. Before you can think of something to carry on the conversation he smiles.

“But I do have to say, this trip has shown me some - very attractive new sides of your nice country.”

He looks at you and his eyes that you haven’t really noticed until now - they seemed of an nondescript grey suddenly seem to glisten like polished steel. He's definitely enjoying this sight and has decided to drop a lot of his reservation to let you know. Another classic German move, you think. Start a negotiation guarded but don’t beat around the bush with niceties and politeness and euphemisms when you set your eyes on a goal. You feel heat rising inside. It seems he's interested and has entered a new a new phase of this – negotiation.

“Even if this deal doesn't come to play I am very glad we made the trip for the benefit of getting to see the sights of this place.”

His eyes shamelessly stay on you chest, undressing you and you take a sip of your coffee to cover up your raising nervousness.

“I’m very glad you like that you see. I'm very sure my country - and my company has a lot to offer to you that you haven’t yet encountered.”

“No doubt about that.”

He puts a hand on yours on the table and you think you hear some muffled snickering form his companions. They probably know the signals quite well when their boss drops parts of his composure. You spend the rest of the little snack time in conversation with only him, his eyes don’t stray from you for one second – shifting between your eyes and your tits. Of course he noticed you don't mind him watching and seized the opportunity with German efficiency.

When you finished your snacks, he takes the initiative.

“I am very impressed by your knowledge and insight in this company. Before we meet with your management, do you think there is a way for us to have a little – private eye to eye? There are some things I'd love to know more intimately.”

“If your companions don’t mind…”

“They’ll be fine, they’re sued to the old man using - unconventional methods to get to know the business partners.”

You’re sure they are.

“Of course, Sir, I have access to an office that isn’t used at the moment were we'd be undisturbed.”

“Very good.”

He looks at his underlings.

“Wenn in der Zwischenzeit doch mal endlich jemand wichtiges auftauchen sollte, sagen Sie Ihnen ich bin nehme mir gerade die kleine Maus vom Empfang vor. Die haben die uns ja eh nur für diesen Zweck vorgesetzt!”

His companions grin and chuckle – you get the distinct feeling you're the bottom of a lewd joke. Now that his negotiations were clearly successful the stern façade shows some cracks. He's just a man after all, too. Deep inside, all men are pigs…..

“Just told them I’ll be busy for a fem minutes and they shall inform your superiors that they now have to wait for me, should they be ready before I am - done with you.”

You smile politely but your inside is getting mushy. Of course he knew all the time you’re just eye candy for him to kill time with and the way he talks about you now, like he just can take and use you as is his right as a guest to do with a gift from the host makes your knees weaken a little. Damn this female body and mind of yours is a sucker for authoritative older men.

“Show me were the magic happens, Fräulein Jordan.”

The place where the magic happens is just an empty office you have the key for because it can be used as a waiting area for visitors.

You step into the office and before you can say a single word, he roughly grabs your arm, turns you toward him and forces a kiss on you that takes your breath away. His left hand is put firmly on your ass, his right at the back of your neck, holding your head in place for his rough kiss, you can do nothing, his two hands hold you in a tight grip, but open your mouth and welcome the Teutonic invader into your wet and willing mouth massaging his tongue with yours. That is not how you expected this to go. At all. The calm and collected persona has fallen completely, hidden behind it is a beast, demanding, ruthless; behind the unassuming, modest manager not demanding anything a predatory Alpha Male who doesn't have to ask because he gets what he wants when he wants it. Your pussy is dripping wet, you love this demeanour, marking you as his own without a care for your desire, making you comply without a choice.

Eventually he let’s you breathe and takes a step back.

“Ausziehen!”

The tone is clear, but the exact command isn’t.

“Undress!”, he repeats in English.

You nod – and try to remember the word. Your clothes drop to the floor in a heartbeat and you present your naked body like a luxury model on a car show.

He nods approvingly.

“Very nice. Natural?”

You hesitate only for a fracture of a second. It’s not what you were born with, technically, but it’s not surgically enhanced. So you nod.

“Good. Women in this country are too obsessed with looking fake. I appreciate natural beauty. Which you have in abundance, Fräulein Lexi.”

You notice he went to your first name without hesitation now you're alone, but still the Fräulein.

You curtsey. It somehow feels the right thing to you and you're sure an old fashioned man of power appreciates it.

“Danke, mein Herr.“

The German lessons of this morning pay off more and more.

He sits behind the abandoned desk, not in the visitor chair - nothing but the position of power in every room for him, and waves you over. You hurry and follow his lead as he grabs your arm and you end up between his legs. Open his fly and let out his Teutonic rod. It’s a nice one - not circumcised, as you expected. It’s not common in his country to circumcise, another thing your morning research told you about Germany. (Not strictly necessary for business purposes, but you just can’t control your curiosity about cocks since you're in this body). Bigger than yours used to be – you’re beginning to notice that every single one you encounter seems to be – in a nest of greying pubic hair. A little wrinkly with age, the balls you are freeing next hanging a little low, but that's not to its disadvantage. Standing up hard as it is – he seems to have no problem with that yet, it’s an impressive sight like a German oak with its rough bark. You lick your lips, your mouth is watering. As is your pussy.

You start sucking him and immediately he grabs your head. You’re really glad your new body came with natural muscle memory or experience or whatever it is that allows you to deep throat this Teutonic rod like you practised that for years. You feel his pubic hair tickling your nose. It’s not the biggest cock imaginable, but big enough, above average and clearly a challenge to deep throat – especially as he holds your head in position and smiles down at you – you can't breath, can’t move, can’t make a noise, are completely at the older man’s mercy. And just like that you feel a shiver running up your spine and an orgasm crashes over you without any forewarning. There is no physical cause for this one, you just came for no other reason than from the mental turn-on of how this man treats you like his mindless fuck puppet.

He noticed and lets you catch a breath.

“Did you just cum, mein Fräulein?”

You can't speak, are out of breath and drooling but you nod.

“Faszinierend. Does that happen to you often?”

You shake your head.

“I honestly never came without stimulating my pussy or clit before… you just… devastated me, Sir…”

He chuckles.

“I take that as a compliment, but I'm not done with you yet, obviously!”

You nod, get back to working on his rock hard cock, sucking it, licking it, deepthroating it again and again and lick his balls when you need more time to recover. Eventually he’s ready – he has remarkable stamina for a man his age, you bet the other delegation is done with their negotiation for a long time. He grabs your head again, pushes his cock deep into your throat and shoots his creamy load into your belly. His cock is deep in your gullet, you have **** is to swallow it if want to breathe But of course you want to, anyway. You lick your lips, take some deep breaths and look at him admiringly.

“Sir… If I may say that – of course you know why management assigned me to you to improve your mood, but I can honestly say that was one of the best times I ever had with a man. Danke sehr.”

He nods smiling.

“Likewise, mein Fräulein. You are a very extraordinary talent your company can be proud of.”

You blush.

"So much so that I begrudge them of you.”

“Oh?”

“Would you like to join me in my hotel for lunch tomorrow?”

Your mouth falls open and you stammer.

“Your – hotel?”

He nods.

“I may have an interesting offer for you, professionally. That you of course could refuse. If you want.

“I – I only have half an hour lunch break, I don’t think...”

He chuckles.

“Let me tell you a secret. I never had the intention to not make the deal I came for. But now I am willing to tie it to one condition.”

You gulp and look at him questioningly.

“If your management wants this deal, I get as much time with you tomorrow as I want. And should you decide to accept my offer, after that as well…”

“I – don’t know what to say…”

“How about yes? ‘Ja’ will do, too.”

You giggle.

“Ja. Danke. I accept.”

You leave the office and return to the German group – the looks and smirks of the conservatively dressed people tell you all you need to know – they now their boss. And very likely his preferences and activities behind closed doors. You're sure you're looking a little dishevelled after the rough Teutonic treatment. And they know exactly why.

“Das ging ja schnell.”

They greet their boss and he smiles.

“Wäre noch schneller gegangen, wenn wir nur Fräulein Lexis Vergnügen zu beachten hätten.”

He looks you in the eyes and switches to English. Deliberately, you assume for you to get the gist of the conversation.

“Quite the powder keg, that young lady. With a very short fuse...”

“You do that to some girls!” one of his female companies replies – knowingly, it seems. And they all share a hearty laugh. On your account, really, but you don't mind. They can know how well he did to you.

The CEO switches back into German reservedness when the Head of PR is approaching to pick the group up. He kisses your hand instead of a more intimate gesture you'd have expected from anyone else - but somehow, that makes you more tingly than a slap on the ass or kiss on the lips would have. He doesn't need to demonstrate dominance over you in public. He's rightfully certain he has it whenever he wants - he can afford to treat you like a gentleman in the streets....

“Very nice meeting you, Fräulein Jordan. I'm looking forward to our next meeting!”

“Nächstes Meeting?”

You hear one of the women his group inquire curiously. Which you understand. Not the reply, though, but you think you can guess it by the laughter it causes.

“Ich habe einiges vor mit der jungen Dame, die ist zu schade um in diesem Laden an der Rezeption zu versauern.”

You look after them as the enter the elevator and look at your clock on the desk. Few more hours to work, but the highlight of the day is behind you, yo they pass without many notable events.