An exciting business opportunity

It seemed as though the entire office was frozen in time. No one spoke, no one moved. The background noises of typing, shuffling papers, phone calls. They all ceased. Sam could feel the eyes of everyone upon him, could feel their pity at the fate that was to befall him. Jerry gave him a solemn expression, but otherwise sat unmoving, all his previous bluster gone.

Sam rose to his feet, glanced at the rest of the office. It felt as though he was in medieval times, walking to his own public execution. Taking a breath, squaring his shoulders, he slowly went over to Vicky's office. He knocked on the door once, heard a voice beckon him, and entered.

Vicky's eyes were on Sam the moment he entered the office. There was something predatory about them, the way she followed his movements as he closed the door and took a few uncertain steps forward. For a medium sized eternity Sam stood in front of her desk, unsure of himself before Vicky gestured for him to take a seat.

"You, uh, you wanted to see me?"

The woman studied every inch of his face, as if playing an internal gam of chess before deciding her next move. "Do you know what I've just realised Sam?"

Sam. Vicky had never once referred to him or any other employee by their given name before. Spoken in her voice it sounded unnatural, and put him on edge. "What?"

"Sometimes we can be so caught up in the nitty gritty of life," she gestured about, "personal advancement at the job, increasing your financial situation, looking your best...and all that time we lose sight of what we really want, what we really...need."

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of where this was going. Was this a build up to a dramatic firing? He decided to play along.

"I suppose I can agree with that."

"I had a feeling you might," Vicky's tigress eyes shone with glee, she leaned forward on her desk, her generous cleavage ready to spill from her dress shirt. "But you know, sometimes being so caught up, we fail to realise that what we want and need...is often right in front of us the whole time."

She rose from her seat and moved to his side of the desk, standing directly in front of him. Another beat, and then the woman lowered herself down to one knee and produced...a ring? What the actual fuck?

"Sam, I've given it some thought and I've decided I want to marry you," though she was in a **** position, her voice held confidence as she locked eyes with him. "You're the only man worth enough for me, the only one I want to father my children."

He wasn't even feeling uncomfortable at this point. Sam had entered a realm beyond feelings of awkwardness or fear, the sheer audacity of her action and words causing a temporary short circuit in his higher brain functions. By the time thought returned, the emotion his brain settled on, strangely, was frustration.

"Look, I'm not going to try and guess why you're doing this," he looked about, trying to see a camera or a microphone, "but with all due respect, I'm really not in the mood for pranks today."

"Huh?" Vicky's expression had shifted, her confidence gone, "Sam, this isn't-"

"Ha-Ha, yeah you got me, very funny guys!" He looked about once again, trying to see through the blinds to spot any coworkers peaking in through the windows, "You've had your laugh,"

Her hands grasped his knees. "This is no joke Sam," her eyes were grave, "I've never told a fucking joke in my life."

Looking at her expression, he suddenly felt sobered by the cold truth written there.

"But...you," he swallowed, "you...want to marry....me?"

Her tight grip on his knees relaxed, she began to palm his legs. "Yes Sam, I want to be your bride, and I want you to be my husband. I've always loved you, probably from the day I first met you, but I've only now realised how foolish I was for never acting on it."

He felt his heart rate spike. "But Vicky, putting aside how insane that sounds...I'm already married."

"That blonde pitch from the office parties?" She made a dismissive gesture, "Sam, think about this logically. I'm independently wealthy, I have connections to very powerful people, you'd never want for anything. And the women in my family are very fertile, I could give you a lot of kids." Her eyes were suddenly warm with fondness, "little gorgeous kids with your eyes and my smile..."

Sam just sat there, shook.

Vicky gestured to herself "and could your current woman compare to this?" She rubbed one of her huge tits slowly, "I've sculpted this body through hours at the gym," her other hand began to rub along his inner thigh, she leaned forward and whispered in a husky voice, " I can fuck you for hours without getting tired."

What happened next was deft and stunning. Vicky's hands travelled north to his groin, undid his belt and zipper and fished out his rock hard cock. Her hands were surprisingly soft and they began to massage along the shaft, her thumb rubbing over h is head playfully. "Let me give you a sample of our matrimony..."

Lifting her gaze to his face, she smiled up at him. She leaned forward and closed her lips around his cockhead, suckling it for a moment before moving down to bathe his length with her tongue before moving up again. Soon every inch of his dick was covered in her saliva and with a wicked glance up she took the top half of his cock into her mouth and closed her lips tightly around it, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked like her life depended on it.

The sensation was glorious. Sam could feel his heart sucked out through his cock, and just when he thought his pleasure had reached its zenith Vicky opened her mouth more, relaxed herself and took him deep into her throat. Instinctually he thrust forward, again and again like a mad man, fucking her throat with every ounce of strength he had. The warm, wet constriction enough to coax out burst after burst of cum, directly down into her stomach.

His head spun, he saw stars. All the breath had left his body along with his cum, and now it was all he could do to keep from passing out. He chanced a look down at Vicky who was grinning up at him, licking the last remnant of cum and spittle from the corner of her mouth.

"So," her voice was hoarse from the throat-fucking. "How's my offer sounding?"