They stared at it silently for a full minute.
"Holy fuck, is that thing huge," was the awed comment.
"And wet."
"Wonder what it's like to be a chick."
"Maybe next time you can have a philosophical discussion," Draken said, taking the dildo and handing it to Matthew. "Matthew, go rinse off that thing and put it on the desk in my office. We'll meet you there. I want to talk to you for a minute. As for the rest of you...Charli, wish my fine employees a good day."
"Feeling a tad possessive now, Draken?" he was challenged.
"No, I'm still feeling generous, Dave, or you'd be on the plane right now," Draken grinned. "Thanks for flying out, by the way."
"No problem. It was a productive meeting."
"Good-bye, everyone," Charli said shyly.
"Not even one tit squeeze?" Vince whined. But even he winked at Charli as he did it.
"Maybe next time you'll earn the right," Draken said, his smile showing all his teeth. "Tell you what. She'll cup them for you and offer them. Cup them, Charli. Show them those beauties. Lift them high to show you're proud of them."
And Charli, to her chagrin, found herself doing it, holding her slightly moist breasts up for display and blushing wildly.
"Her nipples are getting hard again," one guy groaned. "I can't take this. I'm outta here."
Chapter 7
By the time they left the conference room, she'd washed up and appeared only slightly disheveled. She may be about to get fucked, but there was the walk of shame to get through first.
About to get fucked.
By Draken Almatto. In his office, apparently.
Her body was all for the idea. Her brain deemed her loony. Today Draken had taken things too far. He'd pushed her limits.
It had been wonderful in the end. But still. Tomorrow she'd regret this.
That was tomorrow, though.
They passed a number of people in the hallway, elevator, and reception area. Only a few had been in the executive meeting, and none so much as winked at her or showed in any way that a few minutes ago they'd been watching her spread out on her back driving a dildo into her wet cunt. Everyone was professional, Draken included. No innuendos. No personal touches.
Not even a glance down her body.
Totally respectful.
It wasn't for their own reputation, she realized. They were VIPs. They could probably do anything risqué they wanted at the office and the scandal would blow over.
They were being decent.
For her.
They thought she was sexy and charming and they were protecting her.
Weird. But also wow.
It turned Charli on so badly she wished she had panties on, because her skirt was barely long enough to hide the wetness trickling down her thigh.
She also knew if anybody looked down Draken's body, they would see that the front of his slacks was one enormous bulge. Well, if he wasn't holding his briefcase in front of him whenever they were stopped. Which he was.
At last he opened the door to his office and ushered her through. She stepped inside...and halted, letting the heavy shutting door bang into her, causing her to stumble.
For Matthew was leaning against Draken's desk. He looked hella hot, literally and figuratively. His sandy hair was a little mussed, his suit jacket gone, and it was evident from his long, tailored shirt, which was partially unbuttoned and hanging loose out of his slacks, that his torso rivaled Draken's for body sculpting.
And he was kissing a tall, slender woman in a power suit, his hands cupping her slim ass.
Draken crossed his arms and smirked. "Yo, Matthew, Sally," he said. As if he came upon his assistant and another employee necking in his office all the time.
Matthew unhurriedly released the woman, whose lipstick was smudged and who looked fairly dazed. "Hey, Draken," he said easily, never letting his gaze leave Sally as he touched his finger to her plump lips. "Your meetings are messing with my work ethic."
"Matthew and I," Draken said to Charli, "are cousins, Ms. Fontina, in case you were wondering why he lacks the appropriate subservience for his role. He tries, but he doesn't always hit quite the right note."
"Oh. Oh, I see," she lied. "I uh, I think you do a good job."
"Thanks, Ms. Fontina. I try. One day soon," Matthew paused for emphasis, "Draken will hire a real professional and I'll be free."
She thought "free" sounded strange. "This isn't your normal job?"
"Not exactly. My mother is blackmailing me."
Charli's eyes widened.
"It's a long story," Matthew smiled. "Basically, she thinks I'm irrepressible. She thinks working for Draken will tame me."
"Because I'm four months older, brat," Draken said. "And the boss of you."
"And stole my patent from me," Matthew said pleasantly.
"It was my patent. I just asked for your help a couple of times." In an aside, Draken said, "The real problem is he's never forgiven me for swiping his remote 'copter back in the fifth grade."
"You guys!" Sally said, and Charli giggled. Until she remembered. The dildo!
Abruptly she began scanning the desk. Back in the conference room, Draken had instructed Matthew to put the dildo on the desk. But all she saw on the gleaming expanse was a cigar box.
She stared at it suspiciously—and caught Matthew eying her with a half-smile. Had he put the sex toy in the box?
"You wanted a word, Draken," Matthew said, as if remembering. "Sally, if you'll excuse us for a few minutes..."
"No need," Draken held her up. "Matthew, I want you back here in, oh, I'm thinking Ms. Fontina and I will be finished with our business in an hour. I want you to go over the schedule with her and arrange for her services for six more meetings before Halloween. Schedule with her first, then rearrange my calendar accordingly."
Six more meetings?
Charli exchanged a bewildered glance with Matthew. That was a lot of further encounters Draken was committing to. It suggested today had been a test, and she had passed with flying colors.
Because—six.
Matthew's brows rose and held there for a good five seconds. Otherwise, he gave no indication that his cousin's request was unusual in any way. "Sure thing, Draken."
"If you want to lock your office," Draken added, "you and Sally can get some work done there. I won't tell your mother."
"I may do that," Matthew said, smiling at Sally.
"Six meetings," Charli whispered after the two left the office and the door clicked shut. "Are you sure about that?"
"That I want you as mascot for Almatto Tech Sport? Absolutely." Draken headed over to the door. "Your performance today was phenomenal, and it'll only get better. I'm thinking six at least. More if you continue to show yourself up to the challenge."
Her teeth clamped down on her lip. "Mr. Almatto, it's a lot to fit into my schedule. To fit into your schedule."
He turned the lock, then began striding toward her. "I have every confidence you'll work it out with Matthew."
"Speaking of Matthew, " she chattered nervously, "I had no idea you and he were related. Do you—"
But Draken was already shoving Charli down to her knees. "Tell you what, beautiful. You can discuss anything you want another time. Right now my dick is going in your mouth."
Charli's mouth opened, but only in amazement as she was faced with Draken's cock, which he had just pried out of his slacks.
Hello, Mr. E. Normous.
Long, thick, and smooth beyond any cock she'd seen in real life or on film. His clear pre-ejaculate shone on the tip. All framed by soft auburn curls and heavy balls that were drawn up tight to his groin.
"Okay, Mr. Almatto," she breathed. "Okay, you...you...I thought we were going to..."
He cut her off with a sigh. "Fuck. Yeah. So I fuck you like this and you can watch my dick spray all over your pussy. I need the edge off. Suck it now, Charli, because if you don't I'm calling someone who will."
Outrage stiffen
ed her spine. "Well go ahead, do that! Call some other woman!" She planted a foot on the floor to rise.
He made a laughing-growling sound, pushing her down again. "I don't want another woman. For fuck's sake, you're lucky I didn't order this in front of my staff. This is what every cock in the room wanted by the time you were ramming in that plastic toy with your mouth gaping wide. Now open."
Obediently her mouth made a large "O". When Draken gave orders, no matter how demeaning, her neurons apparently had to obey, pride be damned.
She expected him to push his way between her lips, but he just stood there fully dressed in that elegant tan suit, holding out his cock to her, well, cockily.
Reluctantly, she took it. And once she had it in hand, she didn't know what to do with it.
"Charli..." It was a warning growl.
"You're excessively tall," she said, craning her neck to show him. "Maybe if I sat on a chair..."
"No. Figure it out," he said. "I want you down there, Ms. Fontina, right where you are. Right now."
He expected her to crouch and contort her body in uncomfortable ways to take him in her mouth? What a brute. So why does it make you wild? "Okay, then, fine, but—"
"Dick," he said succinctly. "In mouth."
What he didn't know, couldn't know, was that Charli had given a blow job before. Once. Drunk.
Other than that...nothing.
But she could do this. She got to her feet and bent at the hips in a half-crouch, like a football player about to go "Hut!" with her butt out in the air. Grasping the shaft firmly by the fingers, she gave it a tug and a squeeze—and was startled when the whole thing expanded magically in her hand.
Holy shit, and you thought he was long before.
She blew the hair away from her glasses and squinted up at him. He was staring impatiently down at her, looking pretty savage with lips drawn back, nostrils flared and teeth bared.
Wow.
"I'm at my limit," he bit out. "You're fucking gorgeous and my cock's about to rip off my fucking body. Eat it, Ms. Fontina—unless you like it messy."
Shit.
Don't panic. You had three whiskey sours inside you when you did it before and it seemed to work. You can do this.
She pulled his shaft down cautiously, as if it might explode. Delicately, her mouth opened over the bulbous head. She was surprised by the feel of velvet meeting slick satin as her tongue tasted droplets of semen.
Now what? Following impulse, Charli licked around the rim of the glans, then closed her lips wetly over the very tip. She considered her options, then stuck out her tongue and lightly lapped at the slit.
That surprised a stream of curses from him. His large hands clasped her head. "Are you fucking teasing me?"
"N—no," she mumbled, shaking her head.
He groaned, "Charli, please tell me you've done this before. Don't tell me this is your first time sucking it."
"Second," she said, withdrawing on a gulp.
He hissed in air, then blew it out. "Right. Baby, I need you to let me fuck your mouth fast and quick. Open wide, cover your teeth with your lips, and keep your tongue down until I'm all in."
She felt silly doing it, but she did, shifting position in her half-squat.
"Good. That's beautiful. Perfect." He guided her jaw, then he took his cock and slipped it into her gape. "I'm going to fuck you to the back of your throat. You'll have to try to hold it open with the muscles there, or it won't be any good for you at all. Ready, darling?"
She nodded slightly and reached up to adjust her glasses, which had slipped down her nose. He began to insert his shaft into her mouth.
Almost immediately she gagged. He exhaled and pulled out of her.
"Sorry," she gasped. "I was just surprised. You're, uh, you're really, uh, hugely, uh..."
"Yeah," he said roughly. "It's okay. You can do it. I know it for a fact. Open. Keep your tongue down—there you go." He inserted himself and drove slowly forward.
So he knows it for a fact! Charli fumed. How many women had sucked him off in his lifetime? Hundreds. Maybe thousands. Which made her utterly expendable.
Pathetic. For a moment there she'd actually convinced herself he was interested in her. Despite what he'd said.
Whatever. He wasn't important to her, either. And she'd go ahead and tell him that, only her mouth was full.
And getting fuller. He kept moving forward until she could feel him at the back of her tongue. Her talking orifice was completely stuffed. That was bizarre enough; Charli made a distressed sound when she saw he wasn't remotely all the way in.
"You're doing fine," he said, sounding slightly strained. "Now I'm going to thrust for a minute and then I'm coming hard. There'll be a lot. A fucking pail of it. You'll swallow all of it, every drop. And then, Charli, lovely Charli, you just keep licking me until I tell you to stop."
Chapter 8
Charli nodded as well as she reasonably could, filled with a mega swollen dick. She was gripped by anxiety. What if he didn't fuck her after all? What if he just wanted her to suck him all evening? Could her sex stand not to be filled again by Draken's cock after waiting all this time?
Where's your pride, Charli girl?
Sucking on Draken Almatto's cock, stupid.
And then the thoughts flew out of her head because he did what he'd said he would. He fucked her head.
She expected to suffer it, practically wanted to suffer it. And that's how it should have gone.
Because he treated her basically like a receptacle. He was perfunctory, businesslike. Intent on reaching his goal, he clamped his hands over her ears, forcing her skull into the position he wanted while he rammed into her.
But it didn't happen like that. She only gagged a little bit. And instead of suffering, her mouth seemed to have a direct line to her pussy, and each rough pass of his cock yanked it. She crouched there with her mouth open and yearned. Yearned for Draken's cock in her pussy.
She peered up to find his blue eyes fixed on her. He smirked, straightened her glasses, and tweaked the tip of her nose.
All without pausing his thrusts.
Then he was warning, "I'm coming, open your throat, oh yes fuck!" and she immediately widened her throat and felt him drive in again and again, spurting into her mouth with several harsh grunts. She remembered she was supposed to swallow everything and made herself slurp his ejaculate when it spilled over.
Not too messy. Just a little trickling down her chin. She wiped that up with her hand, then licked her hand.
Every drop.
She'd done it!
Only after he was spent did his grip loosen. She looked wistfully at the buttons of his shirt where his jacket was hanging open, wishing she could see the muscles she knew layered his abs. His being fully clothed was a torment and a turn-on.
"Fantastic," he murmured, his deep voice now mellow. "Matthew's right, Ms. Fontina, you're a fucking sweetheart." He stroked her hair, a tender gesture that did crazy-hot things to her. "Don't let me slip out. I think I could bathe in that sweet, hot mouth of yours for hours."
He was softening in her mouth. She had questions to ask him, but that wasn't happening with her mouth still full.
"Shit. Come on, let's get to the chair." He stepped backward, holding her head and forcing her to creep forward in her crouch with her mouth attached to him.
He's treating you like a portable mouth.
It was certainly demeaning—and so over-the-top she sputtered with giggles on his flesh. "Think that's funny, huh?" he smirked.
She nodded with a muffled "nn-hhuh" and fell to her knees as he seated himself in his chair. He cupped her cheek and thumbed it. "So many damn freckles."
Her mouth still locked onto his softened member, she managed to ask, "Do you want me to just lick it now?" only it sounded more like deeyamihlow. But he had no trouble understanding her.
"Yeah." He leaned back. "Lick it slowly, however you want. Mm, that's good. You were born to do this, Charli. Don't stop."
And then he hardened. In a matter of moments he was his full size and stiff as a board.
"Ohhh," she hummed on his cock.
"Such a sweetheart," he said again. "Lick the tip. Yeeesss. Tell me, was that the first time you tasted cum, Ms. Fontina?"
She shook her head and wrinkled her nose.
"Well, it won't be the last," he murmured. "I'd like that for breakfast, lunch and dinner. For you."
"Very funny," she said, but it came out fahfah. He understood, though, and laughed. She scraped him with her teeth, because damn his arrogance.
Draken's phone buzzed. He reached into his pocket to check it, then laid it down on the desk. "Your pussy had better be uber-wet," he said, letting his head loll back, having a conversation with her just as if they were sitting there with teacups. "Because I will fuck it hard. As soon as I'm done with this part."
"Uhm-hmm." Charli was so excited at the prospect, she started slurping on him enthusiastically. She slathered her tongue along his length over and over.
"Aahhh, nice." He wrapped locks of her hair around his fingers. The way he just sat there, chilling and savoring her mouth...it made her never want to stop. Even when he picked up his phone.
Especially when he picked up his phone and engaged with it, ignoring her as if she were just a mouth that existed to service him while he worked. He even propped up the phone on her head at one point, until she scraped him with her teeth again. He chuckled and put down the phone again and sighed with obvious reluctance. Damn the man and his game-playing.
"Are you wet, Charli?" he asked lazily.
"Mm-hmm! Vewy."
"Show me. Reach under your dress and scoop up some juice from your slit. Let's see what you get on your finger. Hold it up high."
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