The hastily arranged board meeting was, in all honesty, a shambles. It had been called on the spur of the moment, to allow our new CEO, one Verity Newman, to meet the key members of the business. Only getting the key members together in one place at the drop of a hat was like herding cats. Quite a few of us worked from home more than we were in the office these days, and it would have made more sense to wait until tomorrow if everyone was to be in the same room.
It just so happened that Thursday was a day I normally came in, so I sat in the boardroom enjoying the fracas as IT guys tried to sort out a decent link-up for all those at home, and PAs scurried around trying to locate the missing board members and sort refreshments for those of us present.
Finally, after a good deal of comical fluster, Verity Newman made her entrance. And Holy Crap, some entrance it was! The room, seconds earlier resembling a classroom full of naughty kids, fell quiet instantly. All but one of those in the boardroom were men, and Verity Newman was the sort of woman who, I figured, regularly rendered grown men speechless. The avatar on her LinkedIn profile looked hot, but it still didn’t do her justice.
She was an absolutely stunning mixed-race woman in her mid-thirties, roughly 5’8 with a perfect figure, which managed to be both slender and curvaceous at the same time. Her full, firm breasts were barely contained by the buttons of her dark red blouse, and her black pencil skirt hugged her perfectly shaped ass like latex. That, together with her small waist and long slender legs made her body A-List model material.
But most stunning of all was her face, with its beautifully sculpted cheekbones, full lips, and big brown, almond-shaped eyes. A sea of curly black hair flowed down her back, the ends teasing at the tops of her buttocks as she walked purposefully around the room. Jaws were literally dropping. Taking advantage of the stunned silence, Verity made an announcement.
“Before we begin, I just wanted to apologize for the absence of Mike and Fernando. They have both recently decided to pursue new opportunities outside of the business. We wish them well and I’m sure we’ll be giving them a good send-off in a week or two’s time.”
Hell, that was some opening shot from the young new CEO! Mike and Fernando were two company ‘lifers’ and there is no way they would have chosen to leave ahead of retirement. The woman meant business. It visibly shocked all those in the room, and the faces of those on videoconferencing were a picture!
Verity walked full circle around the room, deliberately walking behind those seated at the table. A smart psychological ploy, like a lioness circling her prey. She let the news of the two firings sink in before she spoke again.
“As you’d expect, I have a clear plan for my first hundred days here. I mean to turn the ship around and steer us into calmer waters. As a first step, I want to get to know the detail of our key accounts as soon as possible. Starting with Trans Ex, our biggest and best.”
Her speech was timed to perfection with her circuit of the room. Just as she finished, she arrived directly behind my seat, stopped, and put her hand on my shoulder.
“Jack, let’s schedule some time right after the meeting for you to take me through the Trans Ex file.”
“Sure thing, Verity,” I said, deliberately offhandedly. “I can bring you up to speed with the top-line figures whenever. You don’t need to worry about the details though. Everything is on track and in play.”
“Detail is what drives me, Jack. I like to have all the facts at my fingertips.”
I felt Verity’s long fingernails through my shirt, digging in gently, but with meaning. I couldn’t help but imagine those nails running across my balls. Her game-playing and thinly veiled threats were like water off a duck’s back for me. I knew I had nothing to fear from Verity or any other new CEO for that matter. I had a vice-like grip on the Trans Ex account, had worked on it for many years, and knew where all the skeletons were buried. Theirs and ours.
I stayed relaxed in my chair as Verity moved back to the front of the room and continued her speech, outlining her philosophy for the board. When she had finished, she walked back towards me.
“Walk with me, Jack. I’ll tell you what I’m going to need from you. No top line for me, please. I like to go deep. You’ll come to learn that, I’m sure.” She flashed a beautiful but quick smile.
“Yeah, yeah, sure,” I said. I was happy to play along and pay lip service to her desire to ‘go deep’. I knew full well though that she needed me more than I needed her. I would pretend to fall in line with whatever her ‘new ways’ were, but at the end of the day, I would continue as I was. I wasn’t changing my way of doing things one iota. We arrived at her office, and she told me to close the door.
“Well, you are one cocky son-of-a-bitch, Jack.”
Fuck. This coming from a girl not quite, but really very nearly, young enough to be my daughter! I’ll give you ‘cocky’ I thought as I watched her boobs straining against the satin material of her blouse. God that deep cleavage looked so damned inviting.
“I know how things work, Verity. I know that if you could have gotten rid of me, you would have done it along with Mike and Fernando. But you can’t.” I smiled a ‘whaddya going to do?’ smile.
“You will come round to my way of thinking, Jack. Believe me, you will. I want you over at my place tonight at seven. With the Trans Ex file. Susie will give you my address and cell phone number. I will see you later. And remember, Jack, I like to go deep.”
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Seven on the dot, I was outside her apartment. I was not stupid enough to refuse to turn up. Even out of hours, refusing a meeting with the CEO would open me up to disciplinary proceedings. But the file I had with me was a very abridged version of our dealings with Trans Ex Inc. No way I was going to let her ‘go deep’ with this one. The moment she felt she understood the intricacies of the relationship, I was on the same bus out as Mike and Fernando, for sure.
Verity answered the door. I was surprised to see her dressed in just a long white towelling robe.
“Jack. You’re early,” Verity twisted her head round to check a large ornamental clock on the wall behind her. “Crap, you’re not. I’m running late. I’ve been on a call with our investors, we must have run over. You’d better come in,” she said and left the door open as she walked swiftly back across the apartment. I made my way in, closing the door behind me.
“Make yourself comfortable. There are drinks over there.” Verity gestured dismissively towards shelves close to huge glass patio doors that led to a balcony. Then she disappeared into a different room. I scooched over and poured myself a large Wild Turkey, pushed open the patio door, and went out onto the balcony.
What a view! I stood taking in the stunning vista across the bay as I sipped the smooth liquor. Hell, she’s barely turned thirty, and she’s got it all, I mused as I watched a leisure boat making its way slowly along the water: supermodel looks, at the top of the business tree, and an apartment I could barely afford to rent for the week. I turned as I heard heels clacking on the parquet flooring of the living room.
I was surprised for the second time that evening. Verity had swapped the towelling robe for a shorter, slinkier version in black which reached just about halfway down her thighs. She had black hosiery and black high heels on too now. She looked absolutely stunning, and I could feel my cock thicken in appreciation as I watched her make her way to the drinks shelf. All the blood rushing to my groin was stopping my brain from functioning properly.
I was struggling to understand the play here. Why on earth would she dress like that, with me in her apartment? I watched her ass move in the silky robe as she moved toward the drinks. I was dreading her turning and catching me ogling her perfect backside. But I just couldn’t take my eyes off it.
I had been expecting a very business-like meeting with her grilling me over the figures and the business relationship. Maybe she was on her way out and was dressing for the evening? Maybe she was going to give me no more than ten minutes between her investor’s call and a social engagement, to make it clear who was in charge here. That must be it, a straightforward, direct power play. Fine, I could handle that.
Drink in hand, Verity walked slowly over toward me.
“Come this way,” she said and headed off back across the apartment. It was sheer torture, having to follow her, mesmerized by the rhythmic movement of her buttocks, the silky robe slipping gently back and forth across it as she walked. I was picturing what that ass must look like naked.
We walked across the living room and into her office. Verity went and sat in the big leather office chair behind a big oak desk. I looked around for another chair to sit in but there wasn’t one. So I stood awkwardly, bourbon in one hand, file in the other. Humiliation, that was it. She was making a very clear point. Verity seemed preoccupied with something on her laptop. Then she looked up.
“So, the Trans Ex file. Have you got it?”
“I do. I’ve got everything here.” ‘Everything’ being a somewhat loose use of words. It was only half the story, if that.
“Good.”
Her attention returned to the laptop for a moment, then she looked up again. She peered back at me.
“Well?”
Fuck. Her game was working. Between flaunting her scantily clad body and adopting this offhand demeanour, I was getting flustered. I panicked, desperately juggling my drink and the file. I looked around for a surface to put the drink on, and after too long prevaricating, settled for Verity’s fancy desk. It was not where I wanted to plonk the drink, but I had to get rid of it to open the file. In my haste I let papers fall all over the floor.
Within seconds I was down on my knees, trying to rescue them. I could feel Verity’s presence as she made her way slowly around the desk. All of a sudden, I was aware of how great she smelled, a deeply intense, intoxicating fragrance, filled with spice and warmth. My heart was pumping fit to burst and my cock was doing much the same.
She stepped in front of me, between me and the desk. Her heels stood on some of the papers I needed to pick up. Looking up I saw her slender stockinged calves and was desperate to look up further, yet a huge feeling of trepidation was preventing me from doing so. This was my brand new boss! My cock was like a tentpole in my pants and to be honest I felt happier bent double as I was. I really didn’t want to be standing in front of my new CEO with an angry erection pointing straight at her.
So I finished gathering the papers that I could and sat back on my heels, summoning the courage to look up at her. She was leaning back against the desk now, her legs stretched out, and her robe was slightly parted, revealing a glimpse of a lace stocking top and a hint of soft thigh. I was beginning to understand why Verity Newman was the success she had made of herself. She had somehow, without much effort, got me here in this vulnerable, prone position.
“I need you on my side, Jack.”
“I’m on your side, Verity.”
“Are you really though, Jack? Is that the full file or your edited highlights? I told you what I wanted. I want everything at my fingertips. I want to go deep.”
As she stared down into my eyes, Verity slowly and deliberately undid the belt of her robe, letting it fall open. Her full breasts were naked underneath it, her belly flat and softly toned. She shrugged her shoulders and the robe slithered silently behind her onto the desk. I gazed up at her thick, dark nipples, aching to suck on them, to taste that fragrant flesh. She wore a pair of black lace panties, covering a beautifully plump mound. My mind raced, imagining sinking my cock into that inviting pussy.
“I need to know that you’re with me, Jack”
My mouth was so dry, I couldn’t utter another word. But at that moment I would have followed Verity to the end of the world.
Her fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties and slowly eased them down. I was cursing at how dry my mouth was, anticipating the taste of her sex, desperate to push my tongue inside her.
I almost had a heart attack and came in my pants at the same time. From where those plump pussy lips were meant to be, sprang free a big thick cock, stiffening in front of my very eyes. Its skin was perfectly soft and smooth like the rest of Verity’s body. It grew as I watched, and Verity carefully took it in hand and began to roll the foreskin back and forth. Her slender fingers with their coral pink nails massaged its thick shaft slowly as pre-cum oozed from the end. I was too stunned to move, too mesmerized by this big cock materializing, growing just inches from my face.
Before I knew it, Verity was fully erect, and she let go of her cock, leaving it bouncing gently as it jutted out in front of me. It was bigger than my own cock, I estimated a good eight inches. Below it, her lace panties were stretched mid-thigh, over the top of her hold-up stockings. Her foreskin was pulled right back, the purple knob shiny and slick with pre cum. A fresh issue of her love juice was oozing out of the eye.
“Show me, Jack.”
It seemed like an age since either of us had spoken. Like our words had last been spoken in a different universe.
I stared at this beautiful she-cock and felt my tongue running itself over my lips, getting them wet. Getting them ready.
“Jack?”
It was a question and a command at one and the same moment. I opened my mouth and slowly kissed the tip of Verity’s cock, my tongue dancing around the hole in its end, lapping at her juice as it seeped from her. Salty, sweet, delicious. My lips opened as I moved my head forward, taking her head in my mouth. I heard Verity moan and felt her fingernails digging gently into the back of my scalp, urging me forward.
“I want more, Jack. Deeper,” I heard her murmur.
My mouth stretched in a way I could only recall having done at the dentist, stretching to accommodate the thickness of her shaft. My tongue ran over the ridges and veins on the underside as I felt her knob pushing at the roof of my mouth, urging itself into my throat.
I put my hands forward onto the desk, to steady myself as I watched Verity’s soft, smooth belly nearing as I took more of her in than I could ever have imagined. Suddenly I felt we had reached my limit, a gagging urge coming from my throat. Verity’s fingers were firm now on the back of my head as she sensed my withdrawal. Holding me tight, pushing herself deeper. My own hands pressed against the desk, in an attempt to push myself back. For a second I was sure I was about to puke. But just in time Verity released her grip and my head shot back as I gasped for air. Panting, I looked up at those huge almond eyes as she smiled down at me. She had no need to order me now, she knew I wanted more of that gorgeous she-cock.
My tongue lapped at the underside, licking in slow long lines, tracing every ridge. I knew how I liked my cock to be licked and so teased at the underside of her glans, the tip of my tongue flicking across her frenulum, stroking sideways, up and down that sweet spot, before closing my lips over the head and taking her in my mouth again.
“Mmmmm… older straight guys make such good cocksuckers,” Verity giggled as my lips ran back and forth over her knob, before pushing forward and taking almost all of her length down my throat again.
My mouth was busy all over that amazing she-cock, relishing the taste that was both woman and cock flesh, Verity’s nails scraping, clawing at my head as I drove her towards orgasm. I wanted to make her cum so much and delighted in the feel of her hips as they began to thrust urgently towards me with her cock deep inside me. Pulling back, I took her thick veiny shaft in my hand and wanked her quickly, my hand gliding back and forth easily along the full length of her cock, slippery as it was from my spittle and her pre-cum.
Within moments I knew she was on the edge, and I closed my lips around her glans once more, my tongue flicking as I felt her huge she-cock twitch and heard her low moan as she exploded in my mouth. Jet after jet of hot salty cum splattered the insides of my eager mouth as she erupted, emptying the contents of her balls into me. My goal achieved, I froze, never having faced the ‘spit or swallow’ dilemma before. I took all her hot cum and held it in a sticky pool on my tongue, my mind struggling to process the decision. Verity took matters back into her own hands, making the choice for me.
“Drink that all down now, Jack,” she said and smiled as our eyes were locked and I gulped down every last drop. As she watched she pulled her panties back up, rehousing her softening but still thick she-cock, and reached behind her for her robe, pulling it up around her. My own cock was aching and I was distraught to see her incredible body being covered up again. I knew I wanted more. Would never be able to get enough of her.
“Now, Jack. Shall we start again? In the morning do you want to bring the full Trans Ex file to my office, and we can go through the details together” she said. “Oh, and please don’t worry about your job, Jack. There will always be a place on my team for an expert cocksucker like you.”
