Jammed

(Warning: Explicit Sexual Content)

It was early. Before 7:00 AM. She was in her office combing through the presentations for overlap, inconsistencies. This afternoon and board of directors would be flying in to do their once a year meeting at the facility. She was in charge of meshing all the presentations. Each a facet of the business when combined would persuade the board that this segment was on-track with the approved five-year plan.

It was then she heard the kick, leather on metal, followed by cursing. The voice unfamiliar so she got up and went to the copy room. The machine dented, doors open. A tall suited man kneeling on the floor, head-first in the paper tangled drawers of the machine pulled open.

"Need help?" She knew of him.  An industry star. Corporate VP of Marketing and Sales. Always present but never brought in to this division.

"Yeah,"  he glanced up. Handsome for his age and he knew it. Finely dressed always.  Matching silk tie and pocket square. Always flirty with a touch professional admiration. He had a reputation of pressing his power. Always getting exactly what he wanted. This morning, he gave here a smile,"I hear you are good, very good at a lot of things."

"You'll mess up your suit, let me give it a try."

"My pleasure."

She bent over, then feeling his eyes scanning the back of her slim skirt, knelt down and reached in twisting the gears releasing the torn clumps of paper.

"You are good at this."

"I've done it many times before," she said as she pulled out the last of the paper and started to get up.

It was then she felt his hands on her shoulders, first a light patting as you would a very good dog. Touches that didn't let up but became bold kneading appreciatively then dipping down her dress blouse, under her lacy bra to helf her breasts. She had been waiting for him to make this move since they first meet eight years before at an industry function his eyes giving away his fixation.

"Ah, I don't think this is a good idea.  People will be coming soon," his fingers twisted her nipples.

"You are right.  Turn around.  We'll have enough time," his hand cupped her chin and pulled her mouth up to stout blushing member protruding from his gaberdine. "Just a suck or two."

He pressed himself against her lips.  Stuck between her job and a hard prick, she remembered her ability to pull out creative surprising strategies in order to stage unexpected turnarounds in order for her to establish an advantage. So she opened her mouth up all the way to her throat and masturbated him with her lips harder and faster than even he had recently done himself, making him moan louder than his curses at that damn copier had been moments before. She gobbled him with expert astonishing vacuum while using her tongue quickly up and down his stem for indeed she had done this many times before.

Predictably it wasn't long. Pulling her head into him with the full pressure of his hands, he lost all control and came in bitter torrid spurts. She swallowed nonchalantly glancing up, his eyelids squeezed shut, his face the color it would be after cocktail hour tonight, schmoozed out.

"So, you okay to finish your copying now?"

"Yes."

"Got to get back to work now. Lots to do today." She smoothed her suit and pushed her way passed him, not looking back.