Many years ago, midway through my working career, I was pitching for business with a ‘start-up’ tech company, one of a number of potential suppliers looking to working with exciting new company. As part of my pitch for the work, I met with one of the owners, Susan, a very confident and attractive woman in her early 40s. Of course, I was very keen to impress her, to stand out from the competition, to be someone who could offer an outstanding and personal service.
I went into this first meeting prepared to bend over backwards to win this contract; willing to consider anything that would give me a ‘competitive advantage’. Susan had seen my proposal, inspected my numbers, and seemed impressed. “But”, she said, “what you’re proposing is no different from your rivals”. She continued “there’s nothing here that stands out. I’d love to work with you, but I need to know where you have a hard advantage over your rivals. Show me how you’ve penetrated the market for your services. I guess what I’m looking for is a proposal that has drive, spark; what we used to call ‘spunk’ - when we were allowed to use that word! Do you think you can come back to me with a proposal that has that spunk?”.
“I’m sure I can”, I replied, “It would be my pleasure”. I took a moment to look around her office. It was filled with the usual office ephemera. I noticed a photo of a middle aged man in a tight wetsuit, worn as part of a triathlon no doubt. It hugs his body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Susan noticed me looking at the photo “that’s my husband, he’s very much the athletic type”. “I can see that” I replied, “clearly he’s been well endowed with sporty genes”.
“Oh believe me he has” she added with a smile “and it’s great working with him here too. His name’s Steven. Now, about that proposal….”. I go to gather collect my papers. “Where are you going?” she asked “there’s no need to rewrite your proposal. If you are serious about wanting this contract, and I think you are, then you should be able to satisfy your client immediately. I can see you’re a hard worker. So, let’s see that spunk!”
I composed myself, adjusted my suit, and started my new pitch enthusiastically, “And now I will demonstrate exactly how I’ll penetrate your…….”. Susan interrupted me by raising her hand. “Let me stop you Peter. Penetrate is one of my favourite words. So let me make it crystal clear what I’m looking for from my chosen supplier.”
For the first time, Susan moved from her seat behind the oak desk and walked around to lean on the front, resting her hips on the edge. I’d previously fixated on her low cut top, one-quarter exposed breasts, plunged neckline and bright red lips, but now I could see her body in all its glory - high heels, fishnet stockings, skirt finishing above the knee. And, of course, the jewellery; most especially, the anklet adorning her left ankle. Susan saw that it caught my eye and smiled.
“Do you like my anklet, it’s cute isn’t? But do you know what it signifies?”
“Oh yes” I replied, “that you have excellent taste in jewellery, especially ‘statement’ jewellery.”
“You’re teasing me now Peter” she replied. “I think you know full well what it signifies and what I want from you RIGHT NOW.”
At this point I opened my briefcase and unzipped one of the pockets, to reveal three similar anklets, and explained “I carry them around with me, as I never know when the opportunity might arise to add to my collection. And when I first arrived and was sitting with your young PA outside your office, I caught a glimpse of your anklet through the window blinds. So, I had a strong feeling then that this might be quite a demanding pitch.
So I’m more than ready to give you that spunk from me that you crave. So let’s start.
I composed myself, adjusted my suit, and started my new pitch enthusiastically, “And now I will demonstrate exactly how I’ll penetrate your…….”. Susan interrupted me by raising her hand. “Let me stop you Peter. Penetrate is one of my favourite words. So let me make it crystal clear what I’m looking for from my chosen supplier.”
For the first time, Susan moved from her seat behind the oak desk and walked around to lean on the front, resting her hips on the edge. I’d previously fixated on her low cut top, one-quarter exposed breasts, plunged neckline and bright red lips, but now I could see her body in all its glory - high heels, fishnet stockings, skirt finishing above the knee. And, of course, the jewellery; most especially, the anklet adorning her left ankle. Susan saw that it caught my eye and smiled
“Do you like my anklet, it’s cute isn’t? But do you know what it signifies?”
“Oh yes” I replied, “that you have excellent taste in jewellery, especially ‘statement’ jewellery.”
“You’re teasing me now Peter” she replied. “I think you know full well what it signifies and what I want from you RIGHT NOW.”
At this point I opened my briefcase and unzipped one of the pockets, to reveal three similar anklets, and explained “I carry them around with me, as I never know when the opportunity might arise to add to my collection. And when I first arrived and was sitting with your young PA outside your office, I caught a glimpse of your anklet through the window blinds. So, I had a strong feeling then that this might be quite a demanding pitch.
So I’m more than ready to give you that spunk from me that you crave. So let’s start.
Standing in front of her desk, Susan responded with a gentle, teasing admonishment “oh no Peter, I will tell you where we start. Come closer to me, I want to take a good look at you. But first, close the blinds would you.”
After doing so, and in the process catching a smile from her PA outside as they fell shut, I moved a few steps so that I was facing Susan full on. My eyes instantly fixated on her cleavage, the pearls around her neck, the neckchain partly hidden between her breasts. “Mmm” she murmured “you seem in reasonably good shape. 60 you say, so you’re hardly a young stallion” she chuckled, “but perhaps you’re more an experienced, hardened, bull.”
She threw her head back and her mane of hair touched my face. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the ground. It revealed how low cut her bra is. It barely covered her erect nipples and partially exposes both areolas like crescent moons. She unclipped her dress. It falls to the ground, and she steps out of it and kicks it to one side.
Now I could see Susan in all her semi-naked glory, Her fishnet suspenders give way to a tiny pair of black knickers, little more than a thong which barely cover her labia. I can see a tell tale patch where the material is darker. And above the suspender belt, her neck chain is now fully exposed, to reveal a cross nestling between her breasts. I think to myself ‘I wonder how much cum has been showered on those breasts following a tit fuck.’ Her look reminds me of Madonna circa ‘Like a Virgin’. Though, of course, she’s far from a virgin.
“Fucking hell Peter” she cries “get your clothes off before I accuse you of being a cunt-tease”. But she quickly correct herself “no, hold on, I’ve forgotten to lock the door. Silly me”. She moves a few paces and drops the catch. “That’s better, we wouldn’t want to be disturbed. It’s a keypad, so no one can walk in on us.”
She returns to resume her position leaning back on the desk. “Now let me tell you something Peter. Your pitch was good, and I’m sure you would be a very reliable contractor. But, it was no better or worse than any of the other guys’ pitches that I’ve heard. So, it all comes down to how you stand out from those other guys. What you can offer me - or should I say us - that those others guys couldn’t?
So get that fucking suit off, and let’s find out.”
I took off my tie, unbuttoned my pure white shirt, exposing my torso to reveal a moderately hirsute chest. “Clearly a man who predates waxing his chest” comments Susan. I discard my black socks, remove my belt and step out of my suit trousers, to reveal small white briefs which barely contain my semi-erect cock, the head of which is already glistening with pre cum.
“Interesting choice of underwear Peter, I was expecting something more traditional.” “Boxers for business, briefs for play. And I like to dress with ‘Attitude’ Susan, if I may call you by your first name?” I replied.
“You may. And that’s intriguing in so many ways. It means you came here hoping, or was it expecting, to fuck me. And your choice of underwear, and ‘Attitude’, is something Steven would approve off. I wonder if you have other similar tastes….and if you taste similar” she adds, laughing.
“Oh I definitely came here with the intention of fucking you, given the slightest encouragement” I add with a smile. “And thank you for allowing me to call you Susan, though you wouldn’t have been the first woman I’ve fucked without knowing her name. So why don’t you pull down my briefs?”.
Without any hesitation she steps forward, drops to rest her bottom on her calfs and pull down my briefs, aligning her head with my now fully erect cock. What greets her are swollen, shaven balls; a shaft that’s firm and ribbed and experienced, rather than boy-like and failing from watching too much porn; and a head that shines with a film of pre cum. A cock that is pumped, primed and full of avarice. “Fucking hell, I feel like I’m about to be inseminated” cries Susan.
You are Susan” I replied, “but first you’ll find that you’ll get even more of that spunk from me that you’ve been craving if you first spend a little time with my balls. Get to know them, caress them, stimulate them. After all, I’ve got lots of spunk I want to share with you.” And without hesitation, and now kneeling in front of me for comfort, she takes the first of my balls in her mouth, sucking gently whilst using her tongue to baste and stimulate them both.
I moan with pleasure as she sucks and licks my swelling, moist testicles, unable to utter a word. My precum starts to lacquer her increasingly tousled hair. I hold her head gently and ruffle her hair further, before ever so slightly lifting her chin. “Perfect. Now for the shaft please.” My words are totally extraneous; she was about to move on to my shaft anyway and had no need for direction. Compliant she might have been, submissive she was not.
Instead of immediately launching my shaft into her mouth, like a cum-starved praying mantis, still kneeling Susan pauses with the tip of my cock just touching her lips. “I’m taking a few moments to savour this” she explains, before licking some of my pre cum. “Just a little clean up before the main course darling” she adds “it’s such a lovely cock.” And with that, my cockhead glans disappear into her mouth.
I feel her mouth tightening, instantly. I feel the pressure of her sucking harder and harder on the head of my manhood. ‘This is a woman who knows what she’s about’ I think to myself. “Steven is one lucky guy” I tell her. Not that you she can respond to my praise of her technique, or even acknowledge it; all that’s in her mind right now is what’s in her mouth.
Catching her breath, Susan takes a very brief break from feasting on my cock-head to take in my shaft. She establishes a rhythmic, flowing movement with ease, effortlessly taking in as much of my shaft as she can without my now fully erect cock causing her to gag. She can feel my cock twitching and pumping in her mouth. She takes another pause, this time to savour the sensation of my pulsating cock on her tongue and the feeling of my cock head touching her throat.
She knows that she is seconds away from receiving my first shot of spunk, spunk that she has been desperate to see, smell and taste since I walked through the door. But does she want this first load in her mouth, or in her cunt?
To be continued……..
