You Hit The Ground Running

Your new office was left half-decorated as you browsed using your three monitors. The calendar stapled to the wall was filled with important deadlines below pictures of bikini-clad women lying on cars, while the one on your computer was filled with the appointments you have for the next two weeks. You liked the former more. The woman was pretty. Your background picture was the celebration of your first promotion, in a strip club. The nostalgia hit you hard. The stripper had no problem taking your bigger check. Her body had been yours for the night. She hadn’t even asked for condoms.

You saw little reason to hide the risque photos with your own risque contract. They were essential, in your wry opinion. A powerful motivator. The rest of the office was normal. There’s a yellow notepad to the side, alongside a container of pencils, pens, and other essentials. A possessiveness came to you. You're confident none of your coworkers here will borrow then lose them on purpose. They wouldn’t risk offending you, unlike some petty managers at your old place. The keyboard and mouse were nice and ergonomic, and their black color went well with your chair, also ergonomic.

The clack of keys rang out, as you typed out an email to your old colleague, Jenny. You’re smiling as you do so. She’s in her mid-twenties, brilliant and driven and full of ambition. And very beautiful. Jenny was a surfer, and her body reflected that. She didn’t mind showing it off, in pictures on social media. But you weren’t dangling an invitation to this new company because of that. You were lusty, but professional. No, you knew she had dreams of rising up in the world. Like you. And she was frustrated at the opportunities a big corporation offered to people under thirty. You sympathized. A small company, soon to be growing rapidly thanks to you, was a different environment. You were sure she would hear you out by the next day.

One email sent, you started typing out the next. It was more formal. This was to a venture capitalist firm you had contacts with. They could provide the funding the company needed. The CEO, during the phone call you had with her, was well aware you were interviewing her instead of the reverse. You appreciated that. She had admitted that the company was floundering durings its Series B rounds. It was the difference between being a developing company and an established market-player. You could help her out. People often had fond memories of you, even after years of separation. You were sure the CEO would be happy. And very thankful. You felt anticipatory.

…Before you knew it, your entire morning was spent sending emails and messages to your network. It went well-beyond your contract. This wasn’t the work you were hired for. You weren’t asked to play an ad-hoc Investment Branch. But you were driven by a motivation beyond greed, even lust. You wanted to show your old company what they were missing out on. The best way to get **** was living well, after all. A new business empire would afford a very generous lifestyle, indeed.

You were interrupted from your thoughts by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” you said, curious. You discretely adjusted your dark-purple shirt free of the few wrinkles, your only top as you had left your navy-blue jacket on the hook of the back door. The door swung out, and entered a mid-twenties woman with Chinese features and a couple take-out boxes.

“Hello sir, you can call me Shi. I’m the head of the PR department,” she said in a pleasant tone, pushing together red lips in a small smile. You flicked your eyes over her. You liked what you saw. She wore a black office suit and tie, over a white dress shirt. A white belt studded with fake jewelry was worn through the loops of her navy-blue pants, emphasizing her average-sized hips. Her chest was also averaged-sized. She softly shuffled forward on her gray dress shoes and socks, her brown eyes expressive with her black hair framing her face. A hint of nervousness showed through. You smiled, reassuring. “I brought you lunch, if you don’t mind?” She held out the boxes balanced atop hands with pink fingernails.

“My thanks. Pleased to meet you Shi,” you said, pronouncing her name perfectly. You had worked with colleagues over the globe previously. Pronouncing their names was a simple method of getting along with them. Shi smiled as you did, walking across the floor to sit on one of the two chairs in front of your desk. Your stomach grumbled. Your hunger had been neglected and was rearing up at the thought of lunch. You swiveled away from the monitors to fully face her.

The take-out boxes were carefully placed on your desk, and Shi casted her eyes around to your partially decorated office. She took in its bareness, save for several items. Like the calendar. She gave a polite giggle behind one hand as she saw it, with the monthly photo of a bikini-clad Indian woman over a Black Rolls-Royce. But there was no further comment. You gave the picture another look. That woman really was pretty. Your eyes traced her thighs, before snapping back. You opened the first take-out box, fried rice with chicken and eggs, amidst another sincere thanks. The smell wafted off of it and steam flew into the open air. Shi settled in with only a slight blush as you took your first bite with a pair of expertly held chopsticks.

“Apart from the food, what brings you here to my new office?” you said, after swallowing a bite. You never talked with food in your mouth. It was good manners. So was inviting your partner to eat, but she shook her head. Shi didn’t pull any of the boxes towards her. All yours, then. You figured that with the small sizes, but it didn’t hurt to confirm. If she wanted a simple conversation, you’d indulge her for the food alone.

“I wanted to make sure you understood some realities. It’s your first day. And you know…your new privilege. ” Shi’s face was the image of composure. Her brown eyes made steady eye-contact and her earlier blush didn’t increase in redness. The suit and tie only aided it. You get the feeling the mid-twenties woman wanted to appear professional, regardless of topic. It made you chuckle, at yourself. You approved. It’s the sort of skill good lawyers have, and PR has some overlap with that. Something sexual shouldn’t break it.

And if she wanted to set a professional tone, you’d play along. “I got the basics. Keep everything inside the company doors. Offline.” You fought the urge to tease her. Yet. Some things had to be established first. Like your reasonableness. You’d only use their bodies the way they agreed to. Consent was important, after all.

“Yes. Exactly. Nothing in public. Nothing posted online. Nothing shared with anybody outside us.” Shi’s calm tone betrayed a hint of relief. She must have been worried you’d be some cocky and foolish person. But you knew how to not ruin a good thing. Unlike your previous boss. You doubted another company would offer the same sexual contract, let alone have it so unanimously accepted. Or maybe you were completely wrong about the culture of small businesses these days.

“Anything else? Do you want to give me the full rundown?” you said, tone polite, before digging once more into the fried rice. It was really good. The chicken all but melted into your mouth. You’d have to ask Shi later where she bought it from.

“Nothing in mind. Just don’t cause a scandal.”

You finished chewing. You noticed she hadn’t asked for an exception. Or to avoid being used. It made you…intrigued. “Yes. Understood. And if you don’t mind me asking, why did you agree to the contract?”

“…Money, sir.” How practical. The oldest profession was still present in modern ones. Shi’s blush grew past her control, becoming stark red. Despite this, her face was set in a neutral expression. Her black tie was adjusted nervously with her hands, nails painted pink. “And you’re one guy. We’re an entire company. Your…lust will be spread out. Unless you plan on using one person?” You hadn’t entertained that thought until now. Keeping a single woman under you, and under you, had its appeal. But you shook your head, a second later. You wanted…more. It was a greedy thought. Primal. Though, if you weren’t greedy, would you have ever made it this far?

“No. Would you have objected, if I was to? If I choose you? Answer honestly,” you said. The blunt conversation was raising your arousal. Personal questions itching to spill out from you. And the contract gave the leeway to do so. You checked out Shi, again. Your chopsticks were idle for a moment. Besides her flustered face, her nervous adjustments had lowered her cleavage a tad. You saw hints of a white bra over average-sized breasts.

Shi noticed your obvious stares. And that you noticed her noticing you. Instead of objecting, or anything else, she also gave you a deep look-over. Everything, from your combed hair to handsome features to fit physique, was taken in. You angled yourself a touch. More of you was visible. Her brown eyes grew slightly cloudy in appreciation as she saw the bulge in your dress pants, a different shade of black than you usually wore. It had risen because of her. And because you wanted her.

“I don’t believe so, sir.” Shi’s voice maintained its calmness, contrasting a steady blush. The answer gave you a shot of pride. And lust. She gave a half-smile afterwards, attempting to own her honest answer with professionalism. You shared a charming grin. Then the both of you laughed. The tension rising could be felt in the eye-contact with her brown ones. You broke it deliberately. You checked out her flushed body another time. The scan was slow. Over every curve. When you looked back up, your smile was hungry. Her breath hitched.

“And by the way, if I were to ask you to give me a blowjob, would I be disrupting anything?”

“You wouldn’t. Sir.”

“Crawl under my desk, Shi. And don’t be afraid to have fun.”

The sound of a chair skidding across the floor could be heard. It was a stretching of the tension between you two. Shi stood up straight, then walked around to your side of the desk. The tension snapped back, heady. A single pink fingernail trailed along your desk. As you swiveled around your chair, chewing another bite of food, she spontaneously gave a twirl. Her round butt, accented by her navy-blue dress pants, was appreciated. Immensely. But you were too good at maintaining a level head to freeze in your bites or drop your food. Then Shi was facing you again, with a giggle, smile and blush. Your own attitude lightened.

“Like that?”

You swallowed the bite, after exactly mashes between your white teeth. “Exactly like that. That’s what we call circling-back. Come here, Shi.” You patted your lap with one hand, while the other clicked together another piece of fried rice. Your lust wanted its hunger satiated too. Demanded it, really. The strain of your cock against your boxers was constricting.

She went down on her knees with a careful motion, after making sure the floor was clear of dust. You couldn’t object to that, you thought. Clean, pressed clothes made a statement. Shi would have other work after this. Then she was crawling forwards on her hands and knees. It was mere feet to the darkness under your desk, but she made it enjoyable with the steady rocking of her hips and the depth of her cleavage. It encouraged something primal in you. Especially when contrasted against her modern look. Her professional suit and dress shirt was beautiful with the way she kneeled on her butt, face inches away from your crotch.

You finished the bite first. Hiding your rising heartbeat. “Let me say again, this is really good. And Shi, please take out my dick.”

“Thank you, sir. I hope you enjoy the food while I blow you.” Shi gave a laugh at her own joke. You patted her cheek affectionately, unwilling to let crumbs spill with more food in your mouth. Then her face settled in a professional line, accented by a blush. The brown eyes expressed pure focus, while she flicked away black hair to keep her red lips clear. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her white dress shirt, letting her white bra be clearly visible. There was a cute birthmark on the topside of her left breast. It was a detail you memorized. You took her body in. Below you. Submissive. A wilder feeling was growing in you. You wanted to do this in a particular way. A powerful way.

Then her pink fingernails were on your zipper. But rather than pull down right away, she took both hands to trace the shape of your cock. They pressed down on your dress pants, pulling your erection against the fabric, and teased the tip part-way down your thigh.

You let her work with it with minute pauses in your chewing. The rhythm of her over-the-pants stroking was steady and arousing. And it felt like it belonged as you ate. Like this is where she should be during lunch. It complemented beautifully with the taste of delicious food in your mouth—also brought by her.

“Like the initiative.”

“Thanks, sir.” Shi’s voice was solid. Unlike her soft caresses. Her effort on the job made her that much more submissive. It made you feel strong. Dominant. Because that’s what you were to her. Then her pink nails tapped your zipper. Two delicate fingers and thumb pulled it down, before popping the button at your waist. Her complexion contrasted better with this shade of black than the other would, you decided with aplomb.

Finishing another bite, and with it the fried rice, you put away the chopsticks. The lust in you wanted to match pace with the other satiation of hunger. You agreed. Your firm hands found the arms of your chair, and you pulled yourself up slightly for Shi’s ease. She nodded, face serious and blushing, before pulling down the front of your boxes past your shaved balls. You sat back down to see her lick her red lips, pale cleavage well-pronounced as she leaned forwards. Anticipatory. And cupped a full ball-sack in her hands. Your virility was felt. Massaged. It was filled after the earlier release in the morning, in part due to your excellent health and in part due to Shi’s excellent foreplay.

The sensation traveled all the way to your hands, but they didn’t stumble opening the next box. It was hard to forget Shi gave it to you. The appetizing scent of hot spring rolls filled your nose. You inhaled deeply, as Shi stroked your balls with the occasional tap of her pink fingernails. It felt really good. Really primal. The duality of food and lust was very, very pleasing. Especially when it satiated from the same person.

You had to say something. “No judgment from me here, but the two women—including you—I’ve asked for…service, are very good. I love that.”

Shi looked up, blushing but professional. Her black hair was inches away from the top of the desk, and her bent posture kept a steady emphasis on her cleavage. The two popped buttons were the right amount to accent it, yet maintain a desire for more, you thought, devouring her by bits and pieces. And though they were the slightest bit askew, or because of it, the black suit and tie gave her an attractive air. The white belt with fake jewelry was the cherry on top. Perhaps she would buy one with real silver, in a few months. The company deserved all of your effort. “We’re modern women, sir. And I appreciate the attitude.”

“Not a problem, Shi.”

Her hands stopped caressing your balls, yet kept their soft grip. You raised an eyebrow. “While we’re on the topic…if you want someone inexperienced, I’d recommend the CLO’s daughter. She’s an intern in Legal, under her mom. And a bit of a ditz.” Shi looked away, face twisting with a chagrined smile. Her brown eyes refused to meet yours. And your gentle smile. It was encouraging. You wanted to hear more. Vividly.

“Under the contract as well? Poor performer?”

“Yes. And yes.” Shi tilted her head side to side, before sighing. “She’s caused some problems in my department, too. I think even her mom is tired of her mistakes.”

“Well, I’m due for a meeting with the head of Legal soon. I’ll ask about it.” You said, amused at Shi. Who were you to refuse? When the woman giving you head asked you to fuck another one? You held all the cards. The worst that could come is that you won’t fuck the intern. She heard your tone, and looked down with shyness. That wouldn’t do. You stroke her black hair with one hand, the other still holding your first spring roll. You should eat that, soon.

“I understand difficult colleagues, Shi. You won’t hear any guilt or shame from me.”

“…Thanks, sir. Let me get back to my blowjob,” Shi said, giggling with trust in you, and her would-be act, before letting professionalism flow over her face again. Save the red blush.

You took your first bite of the new dish when Shi licked the tip of your cock. A drop of pre-cum was collected. Her tongue darted back slowly, savoring the taste, before entering her mouth and licking her red lips. Then she swallowed with a gulp, the savilia and drop leaving a visual bump in her throat as it went down. Or so you assumed from your angle, her face above her cleavage. Your eyes had traced her intently. Lustful. The sensation was a brief plunge of pleasure.

Then Shi opened her mouth, and slowly slid the first three inches of your cock into her mouth. Her hands played with the last three inches, and stroked your balls as well. It was a deep dive into a throat of pleasure. It was blissfully, tortuously, slow. Her tongue took its time circling your girth, and she sniffed deeply, appearing to enjoy your scent. That was confirmed when she slid the organ out with the lightest touch of her teeth along every inch, and said, “You smell…quite well. It’s like wood and pine. Masculine.” Her composure had cracked at her given compliment, and she showed a half-pleased smile. Yours nearly cracked when your cock was exposed to the air. It was tingling with pleasure. Her fingers played along it, slowly stroking. Their light touch was like lighting sparks.

You finished chewing your third spring roll. Food and lust, you thought. “It’s the body wash,” you said, matter-of-fact, answering her unasked question. You had done your research. With great enthusiasm. You weren’t a stranger to sex, or how to make your partner enjoy it more. And you had learned. An important part was good hygiene. So you had experimented with the different brands, expensive and cheap, and found one that made your body smell appealing in just the right way.

“You should keep using that.” The compliment went right to your dick. Then Shi’s face flickered back to professional, and she took four inches inside her throat. You let out a small groan. It was so warm and perfect. She let it stay at the length for a few seconds, sliding between the third and fourth inch, and inhaled oxygen through her nose. And more of your pleasant scent. You inhaled deeply too, feeling the pleasure on the skin of your cock. Her hands found themselves gripping the side of your dress-pants. You could tell she was preparing to take it in deeper.

You helped her by taking a fistful of her with the hand not holding your fourth and final spring roll. The lust in you wanted your dick fully inside. Taking notice of her breaths, you saw the change in her chest, and cleavage, as she inhaled fully. Then you pulled her along at just the right time and pace, rough enough for her to give a pleasant squeak, and gentle enough for her to not gag at all six inches. Your cock lit up in a full sheathe of desire. The sensation traveled all the way to your heart, beating strongly. You sighed, lustful.

She stayed there for a moment. Her brown eyes were closed. It was taking you to the edge. Then she went back down to three inches, sucking tight with her mouth and rubbing her tongue along the underside of your length. Her suction loosened when she opened her mouth slightly, inhaling once more through her nose. The air was blissfully cold on the exposed parts of your tingling cock.

“You did great, Shi. You took me fully,” you said, low and encouraging and pleased. And after you had swallowed the last bits of the final spring roll. Then you let go of her black hair, watching it fall to frame her face, before opening the last take-box. You sighed in appreciation. It was Char Siu. Three delicious pieces of Cantonese-styled barbeque pork. “And just as well with the food choices.”

She hummed in acknowledgement. Her brown eyes opened to meet yours, a satisfied glint in them. She knew how you felt, eating food she brought while she sucked your cock. The powerful and primal feeling it must give you. Her eyes traced their way down your body, heavy with appreciation, and back to your dick, before inhaling deeply again. Then Shi licked with her tongue, inside her mouth, before circling the whole girth once. It was a signature move of hers, you realized by now, and it was a wonderful, moving sensation of warm sex.

You read her timing right once more, and one of your hands was gripping her hair tightly as she pushed forward. You gave her encouragement with your roughness, and were rewarded with all six inches of your dick in her throat while you chewed with flavor bursting in your mouth. It wouldn’t be long now, before you finished. Both of your hungers would be satiated then.

You saw her stay in place for a second, before beginning to bob from your full length to three. Your hand accompanied her, a reflection of your desire. The trip down would see her drag with her teeth in a light but pleasurable sensation, before inhaling deeply for breath. Your scent, mixed with sex, was evidently pleasant to her, as her blush had stayed steady and her composure was broken enough to let a smile peek through every now and then. It was also pleasant to you, to have your cock alternate between her warm mouth and the cold air. On her way back up, she would let her tongue drag across every inch, a welcome wetness and warmth, before circling your girth as all six inches were buried in her throat. You loved that. You would grip her hair hard. The tightness at the full length was well-received, given by pleased gasps.

And you had not stopped eating. Food and lust, you thought fondly, satisfied by the same woman.

You finished the last of the meal as you finally let your balls tighten with the onset of release. Your limit was reached. Swallowing the last morsel, you spoke, lust shaking your voice in the smallest ways. “I’m going to cum, Shi. Take some in your throat, then the rest across your upper chest.”

Shi didn’t slow down her motions. Her brown eyes met yours, pleased with herself. Almost as much as you were with her. One hand adjusted her white dress shirt, popping another button with pink fingernails, and letting her white bra be prominent. Then she adjusted that as well, so it was askew, and more of her upper breasts were visible. The hints of bare nipples peeked from the topmost outline of the bra. Her last act of seduction was too much. When your dick throbbed, your grip rough on her hair, she took it all six inches.

And not a moment too late. Your first spurt flew smoothly down her throat. “Fuck, Shi,” you said, groaning and holding her hair tight. It felt like pure pleasure exiting your cock. So too did your second flow down her throat. Your third spurt of cum hit her upper mouth, as she rapidly pulled out your dick to fulfill your wish. Acting with her, you let go of her hair.

The pleasure kept coursing through you. Your saliva-soaked cock was shown in all of its glory, under the desk. Shi pointed the pulsating organ at the top of her breasts, breaking eye-contact, gasping for breath, and your white cum matched the color of her bra as it left a trail across her left boob. It covered her birthmark. The fourth and fifth left more marks across her pale skin. The both of you breathed in for a moment. You savored the experience.

As your cock softened, Shi, blushing and now half-shy, leaned in and gave it a kiss. The sensitive organ jumped. She then swallowed it whole. Your eyes met her brown ones, sparkling with hints of desire and patience, as she let the last drops of cum flow down her throat. It may have been the end of your arousal, but not your rapid heartbeat. Your hands weren’t gripping her hair. You hadn’t asked her to do this. It took a dozen seconds, before she popped it out of her mouth with another kiss.

Shi licked her red lips, embarrassed but unregretful, before putting on a professional face. Then she let it drop with a self-conscious giggle. Her brown eyes couldn’t keep constant eye-contact.

“You were absolutely amazing,” you said. Truthfully.

The mid-twenties woman let her heart speak. She was still kneeling under your desk. Your cum was painted on her in obvious ways, spurts across her upper breasts. “Thank you. And I had fun with it. You made it enjoyable. And sexy.”

“I’m glad.” The lust in you receded, slowly. You fixed back your pants and boxers. Then helped pull her out of the desk. Shi cleaned up with the napkins you provided her. Stepping back to the front of your desk, she straightened out her attire as much as possible, looking professional once more. A slight blush remained on her face. You wondered when you would make it bloom again.

“…When’s your meeting with Legal, again?” Shi said, voice calm like all she had done was have a pleasant discussion during lunch.

“End of the day. I won’t forget about the intern.”

“Good. Perhaps she’ll be useful to you,” she said, nodding. Her brown eyes were full of intent.

“And I won’t forget about you.”

“…Good.”