“OK,” Ann remarked, sitting next to me in the conference center, “The front desk receptionist is sexy, no?”
“She is very sexy,” I replied.
“More than me?” Ann inquired.
“No,” I responded.
“Who is better?” Ann pressed, her stiletto-heeled foot pressing against my calf.
“You are the best,” I replied.
“Only because you know me first,” Ann replied.
I wasn’t going to get caught between a sexy receptionist and her boss.
The receptionist was quite pleasant when she greeted me and walked me to the large conference room behind the reception desk. She offered me some water, coffee and a cola, but I declined her offer. She politely closed the door to the conference room and left me alone to my thoughts.
After a few minutes, Ann stepped into the conference room. I stood up and greeted her as she entered. She was more casually attired than the last time I had seen her.
“Hi, my American man,” she intoned. Ann was from Korea and rather than call me by my name, she referred to me as her “American man”.
Ann sat in one the high back black leather chairs right next to me, her stiletto-heeled foot resting against the calf of my leg.
I opened my portfolio, ready to get down to business. Ann, however, as I quickly learned, had other plans. I had just scribbled down the date on my legal pad, when Ann grabbed my wrist and gave it a tug.
“We talk first,” she said in her halting English.
I sat my pen down and looked at her.
“We want to make sure you are comfortable,” Ann began. As she spoke, she unfastened one of the buttons on her button-down white blouse. She was already showing plenty of cleavage and the unfastening of one more button, to reveal more cleavage tucked into a white lace brassiere, left no doubt in my mind, where the meeting was going to go.
Ann stood up and looked down at me. “Do you like my new jeans?” she asked, spinning around in her high heels. Her size zero figure was enticing.
“Yes,” I replied.
Ann sat back down in the conference room chair. She looked at me and stayed quiet.
“What is wrong my American man? You seem distant,” Ann intoned.
“We should focus on business,” I replied. Ann leaned back in her chair and smiled.
“You are right,” she replied. “We should focus more on business. “You are going to teach us how to be better workers. I like that.”
I was feeling a sense of relief. As much as I liked Ann, I felt like I was not doing my part to achieve our business goals if I focused of anything but the purpose of my visit.
“Let’s start with production,” I remarked.
“Let’s start with the front door,” Ann countered.
“The front door?” I inquired. I was confused.
“First impressions are important, no?” Ann inquired.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Do you think Kim is sexy?” Ann inquired.
“Who is Kim?” I asked.
“Kimsee,” Ann responded, “We call her Kim, but her real name is Kimsee. She is the receptionist.”
“She is appealing,” I replied.
“So you like her?” Ann asked.
“She is cute,” I replied. I hadn’t really paid much attention to the receptionist. She was cute, but I didn’t remember anything that made her stand out.
“Do you like what she was wearing?” Ann pressed.
“I don’t remember what she was wearing,” I admitted.
Ann frowned. “She is not sexy enough,” Ann remarked. “I will fix that.”
‘No, no, no,” I replied. I was trying to recall what the receptionist was wearing when I came in the front door.
“No,” Ann countered, “American man must remember Kimsee. She is our first impression.”
“Short skirt and black heels,” I blurted out.
“Wait,” Ann remarked as she got up walked out of the conference room.
“Kimsee, come,” Ann barked towards the reception desk.
The young receptionist stepped into the conference room, her hands clasped, business-like, in front of her. She wore a tight beige-colored skirt, with a short hem, about six inches above her knees. She had on a pink, pull-over blouse that was low cut and form fitting, showing off her tight figure and every curve of her young body. If I had to guess, I’d say she was in early twenties. She stood about 5’5 or 5’6, but that was because she had on six inch black heels.
Kimsee smiled as she stood in front of me, Ann standing behind her.
“She is sexy, no?” Ann inquired.
“Yes,” I replied.
Ann audibly cleared her throat and Kimsee the receptionist, as if on command, turned slowly around and then pirouetted back around, again, stopping to face me.
“She is very nice,” I replied.
Ann audibly cleared her throat a second time and the young receptionist turned to leave the conference room. As she reached where Ann stood by the door, Ann reached out and stopped her, putting her arm in front of her. Ann stepped in front of her. She whispered something in Korean, and then slipped her arms around the receptionist’s waist, pulling up on the back of her skirt, giving me a clear view of her pink panties and very cute ass. The receptionist had her head bowed ever-so-slightly, resting her hands on her boss’ waist.
“You like Kimsee?” Ann asked, peering around her employee at me.
“She is very cute,” I replied.
“I like Kimsee too,” Ann responded, as she unzipped the side zipper of Kimsee’s skirt. Ann pulled on her skirt, allowing it to fall to the young receptionist’s ankles, where she stepped out of it. Ann put her hands on the young girl’s shoulders, brushing her long jet-black hair back over her shoulders and to the side. Ann lightly planted a kiss on her receptionist’s exposed neck. Kimsee turned and said something in Korean, to her boss.
“It’s OK,” Ann responded. “He is a good American man.”
Kimsee turned and looked in my direction. I watched as she moved her hands higher up on Ann’s body, pulling her boss in closer to where she stood. She put her hands on Ann’s shoulders and said something in Korean.
Ann smiled and put her hands on Kimsee’s face, pulling her in close. Ann pressed her lips to Kimsee’s. Their kiss was prolonged and sexually erotic. Ann looked in my direction.
“Is my American man, jealous?” she inquired.
“No,” I replied.
Ann slipped her hand up under Kimsee’s shirt, as Kimsee looked up at the ceiling, her arms locked around her boss’ waist. Ann planted kiss after kiss on Kimsee’s exposed neck. Kimsee pulled at Ann’s top, pulling it over Ann’s head, so that Ann stood before us, in her brassiere.
Ann reached behind her own back and unsnapped her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. Kimsee ran her hands over Ann’s exposed tits, pulling at her nipples.
Ann stripped Kimsee of her shirt, and unfastened her beige brassiere, allowing it to join the articles of clothing on the floor. Ann lowered her head, and lightly kissed her receptionist’s exposed nipples.
Ann plopped herself on to the conference room table right next to me, pulling Kimsee over to the table and right beside me. I discreetly rubbed my cock with my thumb through the fabric of my trousers.
Ann spoke to her young receptionist in Korean.
Kimsee unfastened the ankle straps to her boss’ stiletto heels. She proceeded to place each shoe on the conference room table, as Ann leaned back on her elbows, watching and smiling at her employee. Ann unsnapped her designer jeans and Kimsee proceeded to help her boss strip out of them, leaving Ann clothed only in her light blue panties.
Ann slipped farther back, on her back, on the large wooden conference table, motioning for Kimsee to join her on the table top. Kimsee hovered over her boss’ body, a knee on either side of Ann’s thin waist. Kimsee pulled her long hair back and tried to hold it in place with one hand, while leaning down to meet the insatiable and lustful desires of her boss.
Ann again spoke to her young receptionist in Korean. Kimsee turned and put her pussy practically in Ann’s face. Ann looped her fingers under the elastic edges of Kimsee’s white panties and slipped them down her thighs, and with her approval, past her knees and off of her legs. Kimsee stripped Ann of her light blue panties in the same manner.
Kimsee moaned as Ann stuck her fingers onto Kimsee’s pussy. Kimsee planted kisses on Ann’s flat tummy and then she worked her way down to Ann’s pussy. Ann parted her legs to welcome her employee’s advances.
I unzipped my trousers to relieve some of the stress that had built up.
Ann was now giving instructions to her young receptionist, solely in Korean. Kimsee slipped off the conference room table, totally naked and knelt between my legs. She tugged at my trousers, pulling them past my knees. She slipped my shoes off my feet and pulled my trousers past my ankles. She slipped her fingers into the sides of my underwear, as I looked over at Ann on the conference room table.
Kimsee pulled my underwear off of me, setting my eight inch cock free. She wasted no time in deep- throating me, pushing the entire length of my swollen cock deep into her mouth. I thought for sure she would gag- but she didn’t. I put my hands on her head and held on, as she rocked back and forth, working my stiff cock in and out of her open mouth, looking up at me, to gage my reaction. My balls were burning up.
Ann slipped off the table and beside her receptionist. They each took turns licking, sucking and toying with my manhood.
“My American man,” Ann remarked, “Who do you want to fuck first?”
I didn’t care. Ann said something to her receptionist in Korean, then quickly said in English,
“Kimsee- you fuck my American man. Make my American man very happy.”
Kimsee didn’t say a word, but backed her cute ass up to my swollen cock. She reached between her legs and took my cock into her tiny and well manicured fingers, slowly sliding the length of my cock along the outside of her swollen pussy lips. She pressed the tip end of my cock against her clit and rubbed it back and forth several times, before sliding the head of my cock into its rightful place. As she pushed her hips down on to my pelvis, Ann cooed,
“Ohhhh, you fuck Kimsee! My American man, go my American man!”
Kimsee moaned out loud as my cock filled her pussy. She dug her nails into my thighs, as she rhythmically wiggled her hips back and forth, my cock being enveloped by her pussy. I wrapped my arms around her tight abdomen and squeezed.
Ann stood naked in front of her receptionist, speaking in Korean.
“Chio, Hash-ne goshni chio!” Ann remarked. I didn’t understand much Korean, but I didn’t need to. Kimsee was panting and grunting with each push down on to my swollen cock. Her arms were firmly locked at the elbows, her fingers clamping on to my thighs. Suddenly, her arms began to shake and she moaned even louder.
I could feel my balls tightening. I could feel the walls of Kimsee’s pussy locking down on my cock. I shot my first spurt of cum, deep inside of her pussy.
“You are cuming,” Kimsee breathlessly exclaimed as I filled her pussy, my cum dribbling out of her and down my balls.
“Ohhhhh! American man cuming!” Ann repeated, her hands firmly placed on Kimsee’s shoulders. Kimsee buried her head into her boss’ bosom.
“American man cuming!” Ann repeated enthusiastically as Kimsee shuddered and trembled. Ann pulled her receptionist off of my lap, saying, “Nae chalye . . . it is my turn!”
As Kimsee sat naked, her legs spread, in one of the leather conference room chairs, Ann knelt between my legs and took my cock into her mouth. To my surprise, my erection did not subside. After sucking on me for a moment, Ann stood up, turned and grabbed my cock. She slid my cock into her dripping wet pussy. She bounced up and down, digging her hands on to my thighs, just like her employee had done.
“Kiss se hejwo!” Ann remarked at Kimsee. Kimsee stood naked in front of her boss, leaned in and gave her boss a passionate kiss, cupping her boss’ face in her hands. Ann shuddered and shook, her womanly juices flooding my lap.
Finally, after a few minutes of passionate saliva exchange with Kimsee, Ann looked back at me, while holding on to her receptionist’s hands, and said,
“My American man is a good fuck. Is my American man happy?”
“Your American man is very happy,” I replied. I looked at Kimsee, who was standing naked in front of her boss.
“Are you happy?” I asked.
“I am happy,” Kimsee responded, “I am very happy!”
Ann slipped off my lap and stood naked in front of her employee.
“Today,” Ann remarked to Kimsee, “I give you a one dollar pay raise.”
“Oh thank you, Ms. Ann,” Kimsee responded as she bent over and retrieved her clothes from the floor. I slipped back into my clothes as Kimsee and Ann did the same. Ann and Kimsee had a light exchange in Korean, with Kimsee nodding her head in what appeared to be an agreement.
Dressed and happy, Kimsee faced me, standing with her hands at her side. She bowed her head slightly and said, “Thank you, my new American man, friend.” She disappeared out the conference room door and Ann sat down next to me.
OK,” Ann remarked, sitting next to me in the conference center, “The front desk receptionist is sexy, no?”
“She is very sexy,” I replied.
“More than me?” Ann pressed.
“No,” I responded.
“Who is better?” Ann inquired, her stiletto-heeled foot pressing against my calf.
“You are the best,” I replied.
“Only because you know me first,” Ann replied.
I wasn’t going to get caught between a sexy receptionist and her boss.
Ann seemed very satisfied with our visit.
“At some point,” I remarked, “We will have to get down to business and discuss organizational effectiveness.
Ann clasped her hands in front of her mouth and smiled. She waited for a moment and remarked,
“Organizational effectiveness,” she began, “means making the most out of what you have in resources so that everyone succeeds, no?”
I analyzed what she said for a moment and smiled. I could tell that Ann was a smart woman, who knew what she wanted.
“Yes,” I replied, “Maximum production so everyone succeeds.”
“Good,” Ann responded, standing up from her padded conference room chair. “Can I show you something?”
“Sure,” I responded.
“Follow me,” Ann said.
I followed Ann out of the conference room, past Kimsee at the reception desk and down a short hallway, where we entered an executive-like office. Ann stepped over to a diploma hanging on the wall. I looked up at the diploma.
The diploma was from Harvard University. I was impressed. The diploma had Ann’s name on it and was for a Master’s in Business Administration. I was very impressed. Turning towards Ann, I smiled and remarked,
“I didn’t know you were a Harvard graduate. I am impressed.”
“I majored in organizational effectiveness,” Ann proudly announced.
“Did you have a minor?” I asked.
Ann smiled and said nothing for a brief moment. She sat down behind her large, paper-cluttered executive desk and propped her propped her heels up on the edge of the desk. She looked so very sexy with her pixie style hair cut and string Asian features.
“I have a Masters’ in Business Nanagement and a minor in psychology and am working on my decorate studies,” Ann announced.
“Cool,” I replied. “What is your thesis for your doctorate studies?”
“Fucking American man,” she remarked, with a wink and a smile. It took a few seconds for her answer to register with me. I had to laugh.
Ann shifted gears. She was great at doing that.
“Maybe,” Ann remarked, “My American man likes kimchee?”
“Kimsee and kimchee,” I responded, “ . . two good combinations.” Ann smiled at my witty attempt to be humorous.
“Kimsee is good,” Ann responded, “but kimchee is also good.”
“Maybe we should have Kimsee and kimchee,” I replied.
Ann smiled.
“I see,” Ann responded, “You like Kimsee, and kimchee, yes?”
I nodded my head in agreement. Ann picked up her desk phone and said something into the receiver in Korean. She hung up the phone and looked at me.
“Tonight, you have kimchee and Kimsee, for dinner.”
“ . . and what about you?” I asked.
“I will have the same thing,” Ann replied.
“Plus an American man?” I inquired.
“Of course,” Ann replied. “I love my American man.”
