5 comments/ 40253 views/ 41 favorites Carl's Risk Benefit Analysis By: erossmantic Prologue My heart pounded with anticipation. Excitement, nervousness and pride built with every step as I walked through the gold-trimmed plate-glass doors of the West Coast offices of Jacoby, Anderson and Cartwright. I was now the newest employee of this corporate giant. It was the opportunity I had prepared for. It was the break I had dreamed of. I somehow knew that walking through these doors today would change my life, but I had no idea by how much and how quickly. "46 please," I said confidently as I stepped into the crowded mirror-walled elevator with employees hurrying to get to their cubicles on time. Most were already busy at work, checking calendars and emails on their smart phones. After several stops, the doors opened with the sound of a chime marking the arrival of my floor and the first day of the rest of my life. I took a deep breath and stepped out. I walked down the long plush hallway past several executive offices with lavish mahogany furniture and large windows overlooking spectacular views of the city. Secretaries in front of each office looked as if they had been chosen from New York modeling agencies, each already busy with their urgent morning routines. Most smiled back, some with winks as I offered polite "good mornings." I couldn't help thinking that I'm going to like it here. The beauty of the serene lavish professional surroundings was interrupted by the sound of a man yelling as I moved closer to the office of my new boss, Sylvia Hernandez. I heard a door slam and the yelling stopped. I turned the corner at the end of the long hallway. I saw a short balding man stomp his way in the opposite direction, duck into an office two doors down and slam the door. I stopped at my boss' door and double-checked the nameplate: "Sylvia Hernandez." Ms. Hernandez was well known inside and outside the company for her innovative work. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. "Come in," came the voice on the other side. I opened the door and stepped in. "Hi Carl. Welcome aboard," she said. Her smile and welcome were genuine as she stood, stepped out from behind her desk to shake my hand. She was professional, but it was also apparent she was shaken and had been crying. Her veiled attempts to hide it were unsuccessful. "Thank you Ms. Hernandez. Thank you for the opportunity. I look forward to getting started." After a brief pause, I dared to ask, "Is everything OK?" "Close the door please," she asked as she returned to her chair behind her desk. I closed the door, and pointing to the chair next to her desk asked, "may I?" "Yes, of course," she said. "I'm sorry," she offered, "its been a bad morning, but I don't want that to take away from your first day." "Not at all," I answered. "Anything I can do to help." "Thank you for asking. It's nothing you can do," she said. "I'd like to if I can," I said reassuringly. "When you hired me you said you needed a right hand person to help handle the growing enormity of this division. You wanted open communication and absolute trust as necessary to take this to the next level. This sounds like the perfect time to set that bar. You can trust me, Ms. Hernandez. I am here to make your life better." "You're right," she said, with her confident voice uncharacteristically cracking with emotion. "Sometimes it's hard to trust. I do need someone I can trust completely here Carl. You so much as think about breaking confidence, you're gone. I hired you, because I believe great things can happen." The brief pregnant pause turned magical as our eyes locked with a bond of trust. We both made decisions in that moment that whatever was ahead, we would face it as committed colleagues, if not more. "You can trust me," I said breaking the silence with a confident tender tone. She looked up and down at me, assessing the moment. She saw her new six two, 28-year-old blond, rugged athletic assistant staring back at her with honest translucent blue eyes. "You look older than 28," she said, changing the subject. "More like 35." "I do a lot of outdoor extreme sports and have had some tough life experiences," I answered back. "You look younger than 32," I complimented back. The truth was Ms. Hernandez looked like she couldn't be more than 26. She had large brown eyes, flowing black hair that fell down past her shoulders, and beautiful olive Latin skin. She was a tall slender 5'8" dressed professionally in a red suit coat, starched white blouse and matching red skirt that fell to just above her knees. Her suit coat was open, with her button blouse exposed at the top, to show off her large round 36D distractions. Her long bare legs poured into bright fire engine red two-inch stilettos. It was clear Sylvia knew how to dress with the highest professionalism while at the same time, to command attention. Sylvia had my utmost professional respect, and whether right or wrong, had my admiration for her beauty. I came to a fleeting conclusion she probably knew how to command a boardroom and a bedroom. My imagination couldn't resist running into both. "You know how to score points early," she said, allowing a small vulnerable smile to break through for the first time in the conversation. "OK, all cards on the table from this point on in our working relationship. Complete trust, no secrets, no blindsides." "There is no other way I would rather have it. Hiring me is the best decision you will make for you and this company, Ms. Hernandez," I said confidently. "You can count on me." "OK, then," she said with some relief. "This day is already turning around. Here is the deal Carl, JAC is a great company to work for. You will find people here to be hard working, committed, friendly, and cooperative like a strong team. The same is expected of you." "That's one of the reasons I wanted to work here, and for you," I answered. "One exception in my experience here is my boss, Clyde Claud. We were both hired into this division seven years ago and have been making our way through the company. Last year a job opened up that we both competed for. For whatever reason, and I have my suspicions, he was selected, and became my boss. He is an arrogant, selfish, chauvinist who tries to use his power to take advantage of others." "You sound bitter." "Not about the job. I'm all good with corporate competition where the best man or woman wins. What I can't stand is his constant inappropriate sexual advances. He has been hitting on me since day one. Relentless. He can't take no for an answer. His advances are completely inappropriate and degrading. For the last year he has ratcheted it up, harassing me, trying to use his power to force sexual favors. He's done it with others. Some have given in, only to see he has no intention to use his influence to help them, only to help himself to them. He brashly asks why he would promote people out of positions where he has sexual access to them. There are even rumors he has videos he uses to blackmail women to keep them serving him, and from blowing the whistle." "That's awful," I said incensed. "He routinely puts me in situations where if I do not oblige to his advances, he says he will give me poor reviews to his supervisors to make sure I am never promoted again. I have no doubt he would and does. I refuse to give in to him." "What he's doing is so wrong on many different levels," I said sympathetically. "I have dealt with jerks like that. Is that what happened this morning?" I asked. "Yes," she said. "More brashly than ever. I think he's threatened by my recent success in this division, spoiling his attempts to sabotage my advancement. I'm not worried, because I will never give into him, but his behavior is humiliating." "Well, I've got your back now." "Look Carl, this isn't your fight..." "Yes it is, Ms. Hernandez. With all due respect, if it is your fight, it is mine. Plus, I have no patience for jerks like that. I'll find a way take care of it." I could tell Ms. Hernandez felt some relief and admiration for my boldness on her behalf. "I think I might like having you around Carl," she said with an admiring smile. She relaxed back into her chair and looked up and down my physique again. "I don't know how you would do it, but if you find a way to," (putting her fingers up as parenthesis) "'take care of it,'" there would be benefits for you in this job that go far beyond anything our personnel manual can offer." She smiled with conviction and promise while crossing her legs in an almost seductive way. Her words painted the room with a magical intensity. "I didn't know there were benefits available outside of policy?" I innocently asked, pushing for clarity. "There are always benefits in any deal beyond the obvious, Carl," she answered as a mentor and with daring promise. "You will learn that." Not afraid to miss an opportunity on my first day, I asked, "and, with this?" "He has been the bane of my existence here for seven years, and I have yet to find a way to exterminate him. You find a way to rid this annoyance, and I will do anything you ask - within my power, of course." "There's a lot of energy in that promise, Ms. Hernandez." "Yes there is, and you can take it to the bank Carl. As for me, you name it, and if it is in my personal power to deliver, I will not hesitate." Sylvia uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to make her point. "Anything." Sylvia's meaning included an unapologetic sexual innuendo. "For that matter, I know I'm not alone. Every woman on this floor would be grateful. And please Carl, when meeting privately, call me Sylvia." "Ok," I said surprised by her resolve. "Jerks like this are a blight to men everywhere. I would gladly find a way to take care of it without this promise. With that said, your promise makes me wonder what exactly 'anything' means." Sylvia locked her eyes onto mine with steely confident assertion. "If it is within my power Carl," offering an inviting smile, "the only limit to 'anything' is your imagination." She delivered a bold unwavering promise, a bold unwavering invitation. Chapter One "Enough of that." Sylvia turned her chair and swung her long legs back under her desk. "Let's get to work on something we can get done." She picked up a folder filled with projects in anticipation of my first day. "Let me bring you up to speed on the most pressing work I need you to give attention to. "Sounds good," I said. Sylvia had just begun to orient me to the most urgent work when a brash voice interrupted through the phone intercom system. I recognized it as the same voice that was yelling as I came in. "Hernandez, I'm still waiting for that report. Where the hell is it?" "Ah, I..." Sylvia began to respond, but was interrupted. "I don't have all day Chica. Either deliver the report on my desk immediately, or get on your knees under it and make yourself really useful. If I don't get one or the other, your days are numbered." Sylvia's face turned red with embarrassment. It is one thing to take this abuse alone, it's another being humiliated in front of a new employee. Her eyes welled up with tears. She was speechless. Claud knew his verbal assault through the intercom was landing as direct hits. Sylvia's silence shouted uncharacteristic feelings of vulnerability. He launched another attack. "The option is yours. Either move your Latin ass and deliver the report, or come bend it over my desk, otherwise I will find a way to fire it by the end of the week." Sylvia squirmed behind her desk. My mind raced in shock at the exploitation I was hearing. Anger flowed through my veins. I quickly grabbed a pen from her desk and scribbled a note on the back of the paper I was holding: "Tell him to come and get it." Sylvia read it and shook her head "no," mouthing the word with her lips. I looked her in her big brown eyes and whispered back. "Do you trust me or not? Tell him to come and get it." Flustered, desperate and at a loss for words, Sylvia sheepishly answered, "Come and get it." "What?!" he yelled back. "What did you say?" I gave her a reassuring look and mouthed the words: "Come and get it." "Come and get it," she offered with a stronger voice. "If you want it, come and get it." "If I come back down there," he yelled back, "the report is the least of what I getting from you, or you are history." Sylvia looked concerned. I reached over and pushed the speaker button to hang up on the conversation. "You hung up on him!" she said with surprised fear in her voice. "No one does that to Claud. He is going to going to be livid and unleash his venom." A plan began to form in my mind. "It's OK Sylvia. I've got this." The door to her office immediately flew open without a knock. The small man bolted through with a tirade of explicatives. Sylvia and I both immediately stood up out of natural reaction. He paused when he saw me. "Get rid of this loser. Break is over. You and I have personal business to attend to. I took control by calmly putting my hand out for a handshake. "I'm sorry, I don't think we have properly met," I offered in a calm voice. "Get lost," he said. "I'm sure you have somewhere else you are supposed to be. I have a meeting with my employee." "My name is Scott Anderson," I said, retaining my calm voice. Sylvia's eyes opened wide, and cocked her head inquisitively. I could see the wheels of her mind turning, with her eyes desperately asking, "What are you doing? Your name isn't Scott Anderson?" "I don't care who the hell you are," Claud said continuing his rant. "I told you to beat it. Why are you are still here? Now get the hell..." I boldly dared to interrupt his little tantrum. "Scott Anderson, Chief Operating Officer of Jacoby, Anderson and Cartwright. I flew in from the corporate office in Chicago this morning to check on operations here. I especially wanted to meet Ms. Hernandez to personally discuss her excellent work and recent successes. And your name is?" I had taken the risk that Claud had never met the company's executive officers. His face went sheet-white and his jaw dropped in shock. It was obvious he hadn't. "Claud," he whimpered. "Clyde Claud. I, I'm Ms. Hernandez supervisor." "Well, Mr. Claud, you don't have a meeting with Ms. Hernandez here. I have a meeting with you in your office, right now." "Ye, yes sir," he said. "Right this way." Claud slithered out of Sylvia's office in a way she had never seen him. I followed him out the door, looking back only to briefly offer a smile and a wink to Sylvia. She stood stunned and speechless. Claud slunk behind his desk. I closed the door to his office behind me. "Mr. Anderson, I can explain..." he began to stammer. I put my hand up authoritatively. "You have done enough talking Mr. Claud. How long have you worked for our company?" I asked assertively. "Seven years, sir." "Seven years. Have you read our personnel and management manuals Mr. Claud?" "Yes sir, I have," he quickly responded. The content of the manuals were fresh in my mind having read them in preparation for my first day. I continued with my charade. "I wrote those manuals, Mr. Claud. I spared no effort to communicate the culture that defines this fine company. I took great care particularly regarding the respect we afford all people inside and outside our firm. Does any of that sound familiar to you Mr. Claud?" "Yes sir," he offered sheepishly. "And I..." "Have arrogantly treated your finest employee in exactly the opposite manner, unleashing a tirade of sexual harassment at a level I have never heard in all my corporate experience." Claud was silenced. "I have zero tolerance for this kind of outright harassment and disrespect, even when it comes from someone trying to overcompensate for their size -- and I imagine that to be true in every measurement of you as a man, Mr. Claud." Claud wanted to climb under a rock. "From your tirade over the intercom to Ms. Hernandez, I gather you like to give your employees options. Because I had a good flight in this morning, and am by nature a kind and generous man, Mr. Claud, not like yourself, I want to offer you two choices. Your first choice is to be fired immediately. I have already called corporate security and they are on their way to secure your office, box up your personal possessions and ship them to you. "What is my second option," he said almost in tears. "Your second option is generous, Mr. Claud. I will allow you ten minutes to accomplish three tasks. The first is to write a brief, succinct letter of resignation to the company, effectively immediately. You are to recommend Ms. Hernandez as the obvious choice to succeed you in this position due to her outstanding work and success for the company. The second task is to write a letter of apology to Ms. Hernandez for the sexual harassment you have assaulted her and others in this company throughout the seven years of your employment. You will indicate it was completely inappropriate and should not be allowed to work for this company again. I will ensure Ms. Hernandez will keep this letter private, unless you ever attempt to be hired by or take any action against this company. On the upside, if you choose this option, then my official position will be that you and I have never had this conversation nor have I witnessed your heinous actions today. Your supervisors will not know of it, allowing for you to access them as references for your future employment searches. "What then is my third task?" "Whatever remaining time you have after writing these two letters, Mr. Claud, you will have to collect your personal possessions and leave the building." Clyde swallowed deeply. "What is your choice, Mr. Claud?" I asked firmly. "Any delay in an answer will result in your immediate firing." "The second option," Clyde said, visibly shaken. "You have ten minutes, Mr. Claud. Starting now. Not a second more." Claud immediately began pecking his keyboard to craft a simple letter of resignation. His strong recommendation in the letter for Ms. Hernandez to succeed him was laced with flowery compliments. Tears began to flow down his cheeks. Within two minutes the letter poured out of the printer adjacent to his desk. I handed him a pen. "Sign it." He slid the signed letter across his desk toward me. He immediately went to work crafting a letter of remorse outlining his flagrant sexual harassment unleashed on Sylvia and other women throughout the office. He acknowledged the unethical inappropriateness of his actions and politely closed the letter by wishing her the best in her career. Again, the printer hummed with accomplishment. He signed the letter without being asked. "You have four minutes to clear your personal belongings Mr. Claud. Please don't feel any need to take all that time." Claud quickly emptied his personal belongings into his briefcase and walked toward the door. "May I have your keys and identification access card please?" Claud reached into his pockets and handed me the items in defeat. "Now, Mr. Claud, for your sake and for the possibility of future references by your supervisors, we have never had this conversation. Your supervisors will only know that you chose to resign for your own reasons, according to your letter. If you ever attempt to step foot on company property or speak of this conversation, I will launch the fiercest of legal assaults for sexual harassment that will crush you. I promise you it will not only lead to huge damages that will bankrupt you and your family, but will bring criminal charges that will land you in prison - where the practices of sexual harassment have been perfected by fellow inmates. Do we have an understanding, Mr. Claud?" "Yes, Mr. Anderson. I'm, I'm so sorry. Please communicate my genuine regret to Ms. Hernandez." Clyde Claud walked out of the offices of Jacoby, Anderson and Cartwright for the last time, and never looked back. Carl's Risk Benefit Analysis I turned around and began to make my way back to Sylvia's office. "I will deliver the message to her personally." I couldn't believe what had just happened. My heart beat as if pounding a tribal war drum. Minutes into my first day in my dream job, I had just temporarily promoted myself to Chief Operating Officer and rid the company of my boss' greatest nemesis. Not a bad start. I turned the corner toward Sylvia's office and knocked on the door. "Come in," came the feminine voice on the other side. I opened the door and walked in with a smile. "Where have you been?" she asked, half with the authority of a boss, and half with the concern of a friend. Her faced was flushed. Her jacket was off and hanging over the chair. Her exposed chest glistened with moisture; her white blouse was soaked from nervous sweat. "In Claud's old office," I said calmly with a smile. "Old office. What do you mean old office, Carl?" I handed her the two letters and placed his keys and ID card on her desk. "Apparently he suddenly became overwhelmed with remorse for his inappropriate unethical advances to you and the women of this fine company that he felt compelled to resign as the only right thing to do. He also felt compelled to recommend you as the most qualified person to replace him. You might want to get his letter of resignation to his boss." "What did you do? How did you...?" "I made a promise and commitment when I walked in here Sylvia that I have your back, you can trust me and I would take care of it. I keep my word." Tears lightly descended her cheeks out of relief. A smile of surprised joy filled her face and lit the room. "I can't believe..., I just..." "It's all done. It's over. From this point on, Sylvia, I don't know a thing. I have never met Mr. Claud. I have no way of knowing what happened. I'm just a newbee here, right?" We both smiled. "Right," she said. "Wow. You are good. You know, I made a promise and commitment too, Carl." She raised her index finger to her plush red-painted Latin lips, before slowly sliding it down over her chin and down her moist cleavage. "I never expected it to happen, definitely not this fast. I always keep my word too." She didn't hide her obvious gesture of looking down and up my tall physique before locking eyes with a smile. I felt my groin begin to stir at her suggestion. Am I imagining what she is implying? This is my boss. She is also one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. Can this really be happening? Is she serious? "What do you want, Carl?" Her voice turned seductive. The air in the room grew thick with amorous suspense. For someone who had just pulled off the greatest charade in company history, I was speechless. The contour of my hardening member filled the front of my tight slacks as if attempting to answer for me. Sylvia sensed my awkward nervousness. "I tell you what," she said offering playful relief. "I am going to step out to ask my secretary to deliver Claud's resignation and keys to HR. I will also instruct her that we have urgent and important business to attend to, and under no circumstances am I to be interrupted." She paused with a smile. "I will be back in less than three minutes." She ran her index finger from my nose, past my chin and down my chest. "It's your turn to trust me Carl. Show me what you are made of. What happens next is limited only by your imagination." Sylvia picked up the letter, keys and card and walked out of her office. I began to sweat from nervousness and arousal. My mind spun with fantasies, but every ethical bone in my body ached with the shocking thought of having unbridled sex with my bombshell boss. I knew that what happens next will change everything, and define the nature of my relationship with my new boss. Minutes felt like seconds. As promised, Sylvia walked through the door and closed it behind her. Her long fingers reached down and locked the handle. As she turned around, she unbuttoned the next secure button to her still-moist blouse. With a broad smile, she looked up seductively and asked, "What do you want Carl?" Chapter Two "I had no idea how much this job would require me to think on my feet," I said in response to her question and the events of the morning. "Who says you have to be on your feet?" she offered playfully as she took another step toward me. "Touché'," I played back. "As I see it, we are beginning what is likely to be a long and productive working relationship." "At least," she said. "Well, then, it seems to me this is an offer I should make the most of." "Yes you should. What's it going to be?" "You know, when I was a child we used to play a little 'genie game.' If a genie were released from a bottle, and offered three wishes to be granted, what would we wish for? The first two were always arbitrary, but when we were down to one final wish, our choice always the same." "What was it?" she asked inquisitively, hoping for an answer to the more pressing question on the table. "Three more wishes." Sylvia smiled. "I think I like where this is going. You want three more wishes?" "Better than that," I answered with confidence. "I say we not limit this to a single moment, but instead begin a weekly exercise of seductive trust. Kind of an adventure." "I'm not sure what that means, but I already like it," she said. "I must tell you, in the spirit of keeping all our cards on the table, what you just did with Claud made me very hot. What do you have in mind?" "Very simple," I said. "From this point on, we alternate weeks. When it's your week, your requirement -- and gift - is to find a way to seduce the other person any way you choose." Sylvia's face immediately lit up with a smile at the suggestion. "Interesting..." she said pondering the idea. "As you say, the only limitation is our own imagination," I added. "When it's your week, you're in charge. The other person always willingly cooperates with what has been dreamed up -- no hesitation. Creativity is encouraged, and," with a brief pause, "with no strings attached." "So when does this happen each week?" she asked. "It's an adventure Sylvia!" I answered with a coy smile. "It's up to whoever is in charge, but it must happen at least once during the week. "At least once," she said surprised. "At least once," I said. "The week is yours -- the whole week." "I am reminded why I hired you Carl," Sylvia said in response. "Here you turn my simple offer for the moment into an out-of-the-box weekly adventure of seduction. " "A simple idea with great possibilities," I offered. "I made a promise, and like you, I don't just want to keep it. I am going to keep it in ways that will stun you like you did me this morning." "Another promise." "Another promise you can take to the bank Carl. I have seen some pretty crazy things before, but have never seen someone take the kind of risk you did this morning, a risk you took for me. No one has ever done anything like that for me. You single-handedly walked in here and turned a rotten morning and major pain in my ass into an incredible exciting adventure. Even if I hadn't made a promise Carl, there is no way I'm getting off of this ride." We both smiled again knowingly as I moved close, gently took her head in my hands and softly kissed her lips. Her arms reached around me to pull me close as the kiss turned passionate. Heat emanated from her body pressed against mine. She paused, pulled her head back to look me in the eyes. "One more question," she said. "What's that?" I asked. "So, who gets the first week?" she asked with an eagerness in her voice and a glimmer in her eye. "I do," I said selfishly. "And there's no time like the present." I reached up and slowly began to unbutton her blouse, pulling it out of her skirt to ensure every button became free. "I am so hot right now," she confessed. "I'm going to give just standing here." Her legs squirmed. "If you do, I promise it will only be the first time of many today." "Oh God!" she said, knowing I meant my words. I slid her blouse off her petite shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. A lacy, white, sheer, underwire bra showed off her large round tits. "The clasp is in the front," she whispered as an invitation. Ignoring her words, I pulled her close instead, reached around her body to the zipper positioned over the center of her beautiful toned ass. I slowly moved it down, causing her to squirm with more eagerness. She couldn't believe what was happening to her, how this day had begun, what she was begging for. She felt her skirt slide down her long legs into a pile above her feet. She immediately reached up to help my coat off. "Not yet," I offered with a smile. "In due time." Sylvia stood there as a vision, wearing only her white, lacy bra, a matching thong and fire engine red stilettos. She knew any man would rarely see anything more sexy than how she looked in that moment with the contrast of her lacy lingerie against her soft, smooth Latin skin. I reached up and slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders before leaning over to gently kiss her neck. Cold chills immediately covered her body. "Oh God," she whispered. "I'm going to cum. I can't take it any more." I reached down and slowly unclasp her bra, pulling the cups aside and allowing her bra to slide down her long arms and fall to the floor. I moaned in delight. Her large breasts were firm and round, each topped with enormous dark, puffy nipples that stood erect like bulbs of outdoor Christmas lights. Her skin was soft and smooth. She dropped her head back in pleasure, as she ran her fingers through my hair, pulling my head toward her firm supple breasts. I took her large bulby left nipple into my mouth like a fine Latin delicacy. "Oh God," she whispered again. "There's no going back now." Her words carried meaning for the moment, and the future. "I never do," I answered. "Only forward. There was no going back the moment you said 'anything," I whispered back. Passion overwhelmed Sylvia. She grabbed the lapels of my suit coat and pulled them over my shoulders as if they were on fire. She threw the coat onto the chair next to her desk and immediately loosened my tie and pulled it from around my neck. "This might come in handy," she said with a smile as she threw it on her desk. Her long delicate fingers began to work their way down the buttons of my shirt as my hardening member rose in my pants as if reaching for her descending hands. My shirt fell to the floor, as she diligently continued going to work releasing my belt and opening the front of my pants. I stepped out of my shoes as I felt her skilled determined hands move down the sides of my legs, pushing my boxers and pants to the floor. The descent of my pants pulled my thick, hard 9-inch dick down with them until they passed my knees, releasing my dick like a spring-loaded catapult to slap my abdomen. "Oh God, look at that monster," she said wrapping her hands around it with determination as if taking hold of a bat to hit a homerun. "Even better than I had imagined," she continued. "You just never stop finding ways to impress your boss, do you?" "And this is just my first day," I said responding confidently to her compliment. Almost as if an involuntary Pavlov-ian reflex, Sylvia dropped to her knees and ravenously took my member into her mouth. Her natural inclination to be in control began to take over. (I was about to learn at least two very powerful lessons about my new boss. She likes being in charge, knows what she wants, and lives her life determined not to stop until she gets it. Secondly, Sylvia enjoys setting an unwavering bar on herself to be the best at everything she does. This was no different.) Sylvia's skilled, masterful work on my dick was unlike anything I had ever experienced. She was undaunted by the length and width of my shaft; she was rabid with the challenge. Her hunger was insatiable. I was rendered powerless as her thick lips and accomplished tongue relentlessly worked up and down my shaft. I saw her pride and determination swell as she felt my body surrender to her assault. Her cheeks concaved with incredible force as she worked, inch by inch, to take the entirety of my thick yard-o-beef down her eager throat. Lack of precedent or physical improbabilities have never stopped Sylvia from what she set her mind (or mouth) to. My head spun and knees buckled. I turned my body to lean against her desk. She continued undaunted. "You are going to make me cum," I whispered loudly. "Not yet." My plea only served to bolster her resolve. She looked up with a smile just long enough to reciprocate my earlier promise, "When you do, it will only be the first of many times today." She wrapped her think red lips around my dick and lowered herself with an intensified assault. I felt the orgasm advance as if an army converging from every fiber of my being. My hands gripped the outer edges of her desk like vices as I leaned back in surrender. I looked down to see this Latin vision of my new boss working my shaft with her lips, her round breasts slapping one another from the intensity of her movement, with her dark, toned abdomen below. Beads formed on Sylvia's forehead and her breasts glistened with sweat from her indomitable workout. Every pass of her lips, stroke of her tongue and clinch of her teeth on my member strategically intensified the attack. Her determined affection took me past a hyper-dizzying point of no return. "Aghhh!" I let out, trying to keep my voice quiet from neighboring offices, but no longer had any remnant of control. My dick ached from Sylvia's masterful affection from the outside, while what felt like quarts of think custard began to push its way up my long tunnel. Sylvia worked my shaft expertly, building more and more volume of cum to intensify the pressure without allowing any to release until she was ready. My dick had never felt so full and ready to explode, like a balloon being filled with water. "Take it, take it!" I begged. Sylvia continued her expert manipulation. She would take it when she was ready. She was in control. The room spun faster and cold chills covered every inch of my body. My balls pressed against the bottom of my dick as if she wouldn't be satisfied until she sucked them through to savor in her mouth. Sylvia knew exactly what she was doing; working and waiting for the exact moment she knew would unleash the ultimate orgasm that moments like this were made for. She relished in her mastery and control, knowing an unprecedented payoff was about to unload her way. She wanted it all. I let out another involuntary moan, begging for release. Dizziness gave way to hallucination. My dick ached as if it was being stretched to twice its normal breadth. My skin crawled and tingled with multiplying goose bumps. I looked down to glance again at Sylvia's beauty, only to have my glance returned with a seductive look of determination. Without slowing her oral assault, the corners of her mouth raised with a smile and her eyes widened to say, "I'm taking you now." Sylvia reached up to take both swollen, tender, raised balls in her right hand while reaching around my legs to take hold of my ass with the left. In one smooth simultaneous motion she squeezed my balls, pulled my ass toward her, forcing the length of my dick to disappear through her mouth and down her throat. Her lips locked down around the base of my shaft, as if capturing a wild animal. I let out another loud moan as my hands let go of the desk and grabbed the back of her head. Leaving her lips locked around my shaft, she pulled her head back; forcing the length of my meat to squeeze through the vice of her luscious lips, before quickly forcing it back in and down her throat. Ten seconds of thick custard cum pushed its way out of my pressurized geyser, filling her mouth and throat with just the first pass. My dick throbbed with relief and pain from the volume of cum released through its only way out. Sylvia gagged as she swallowed to make room for the next loads she was determined to consume, not wanting anything to slow her thirst from being satisfied. She pulled her head back to catch her breath, only to have the second load cover her face and tits. "No, no," she said, I want to drink every drop." My body quaked and the room spun faster as Sylvia lowered her mouth again over my throbbing dick, determined to make the most of this moment and accomplishment. Her lips refused to let go again as she made pass after relentless pass down my shaft. Thick voluminous loads poured down her hungry throat. I collapsed helplessly on my back across her desk as she continued her assault beyond anything I had ever experienced. Sylvia's mouth struggled to contain and swallow the massive amounts of cream being delivered before new loads forced their way in. She would not allow the challenge to slow her pace. Overflowing cum dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her skilled tongue made quick passes to sweep her thick lips, preventing any from escaping her ravenous hunger. She worked my dick as if sucking strawberries up a straw from a thick ice cream shake. She wouldn't stop until she was certain she had drained me dry. My body convulsed from her mastery and determination before lying spent across her large mahogany desk. Sylvia stood tall with a big smile, licking her lips. "I have never had better," she said. "You are impressive." She gently stroked my wet, hard dick with one hand as if retaining control while she used the fingers of her other hand to peruse her stomach, tits, enlarged nipples and face to collect every remnant of my semen. Not one drop of this delicacy would be missed. I quickly rose up to take control. She felt my strength as I stood next to her, taking her body into my arms. I smiled as I gently picked her up and turned her as if she was a doll to be played with before setting her down in her large plush black leather chair. I lowered my head to gently kiss her neck and shoulders. Her hands reached up to take the back of my head, allowing her fingers to run through my hair. The large soft chair leaned back to cradle her. He gorgeous body laid open begging to be devoured. Cold chills again dotted her body. Her puffy nipples hardened, forming large thick black thimbles at the end of her perfectly round melons. I continued my descent down her landscape, kissing the soft skin of her breasts before taking her left nipple between my lips. Sylvia moaned and her body squirmed with delight. "Don't you dare be gentle with them," she instructed with a sultry smile. "They will want to know tomorrow that you have been there today." I pressed her beautiful firm breasts deeper into my mouth, positioning her large hard nipples between my teeth. "Oh Carl, yes," she said anticipation. "Make them yours." Her fingers rubbed my scalp as she pulled my head closer to her warm body. My jaw closed, gently chewing on what felt like a large fresh tootsie roll between my teeth. Sylvia moaned, squirmed and lifted her feet in response to the pleasurable pain. She held my head firmly against her breast, encouraging my continuing gnaw. Every clinch of my teeth on her begging nipple sent electric shocks to the extremities of her body. "I am so hot Carl," she said looking up to the ceiling in delight. "You're going to make me cum." I moved my head over to her right breast, to give equal attention. Her left nipple throbbed from the abuse, her right begged for the same affection. I sucked her breast deep into my mouth to strategically position her fresh nipple between my molars. "Oh Carl," she repeated in anticipation. "Do it, do it!" she demanded. I felt her nipple surrender to its gentle capture between the enamel of my back teeth. "Harder," she begged. "Make me feel it." Her body squirmed, as I obliged. She moaned as I felt her firm nipple begin to flatten between the force of my teeth. "Yes!" she said, pulling my head harder into her chest. Carl's Risk Benefit Analysis Shock waves moved through her body as my right hand felt it's way down her leg to her moist box, as my mouth continued to show the affection her breast demanded. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have her. I moved the thin material of her white thong to the side, spread the lips of her vagina with my fingers, and lowered my long skilled tongue to her clit. Sylvia pulled my face into her love box in response. I made gentle passes over the length of her cunt, before circling then torturing her button with my tongue. Her ass began to buck against the thick leather chair in response to my assertive affection. "Oh Carl, oh Carl, here it comes!" she announced. In seconds, my tongue began to lap up juices pouring from her fountain. I had never seen any woman squirt love juices in such a powerful way. Cold chills again covered her body. Her hands each reached up to grab her own tits, squeezing her nipples to heighten the pleasure. "Oh, don't stop," she begged as her ass beat up and down against the chair. I had no intention of stopping. I was fully committed to reciprocating what she had just done for me, drinking every drop I could siphon from this Latin vixen. Her long orgasm subsided. "Oh god," she said delirious. I continued my gentle oral assault. "You got it all Carl." "That's just the first," I said, reminding her of my promise. "Oh god," she repeated, knowing it was not a request. I scooped her tall petite body up from the chair and gently set her ass on edge of the desk. She looked down to see my large 9-inches standing again at the ready as I positioned myself next to her long legs. "Your not kidding," she said as she laid back, too weak to resist, and too curious to argue. I slid my hands down the side of her body, catching the outside straps of her thong. The last piece of clothing descended down her long legs like a fireman down a pole at the sound of an alarm. Her love box was exquisitely groomed with only a thin line of hair pointing the way to pleasure. Her lacy thong fell to the floor. I moved between her long dark legs. Her sensitive, red pussy glistened, still recovering from the attention it just received My dick hardened all the more at the sight of Sylvia's beauty and reaction to my touch. I stepped in close between her legs, lifting her stiletto-clad feet to my shoulders. "Oh, god," she repeated as I raised my dick above her with one hand, while again spreading her love lips again with the other. I slowly began to massage her love box with the large bulby head of my dick. She couldn't believe her body was responding again so quickly to the stimulation of my dick. The large round bulb patiently caressed her most tender skin, complimented by an occasional slap by the length of my shaft. Within minutes her body began to quake with impending orgasm. Her arms reached out from her sides to grip the edges of her desk with both hands. Her large puffy nipples tightened and grew before my eyes, reaching for the ceiling as if trying to hold on. Her contagious smile filled her face again; her eyes sparkled as if in a dream. "Do it," she said, louder than she should. "Do it!" Her voice both begged and ordered. I lowered my large dick to her wet, waiting hole. Everything that had happened to this moment was beyond what either of us could have imagined as the start to our day, but we both knew what about to happen would change our remaining years of employment at JAC. "Do it!" she repeated. "I'm going to cum!" I pushed the large, hard shaft into the entry of her waiting hole. "Oh yes!" she said feeling her box stretched in ways she had never experienced. "All of it!" she begged. Her head spun from the mixture of pleasure and pain. It felt like the first time. I reached underneath her body to take hold of her small ass with both hands, to pull her close. The complete length of my dick disappeared into her. Her entire body immediately quaked in orgasm at the invasion. "Yes!" she said as her head rolled from side to side. I took advantage of the invitation, like a well-oiled piston making a German engine hum, lubricated by her love juices. With every passing entry I moved harder and faster. Sylvia squeezed her muscles onto my determined shaft. My body tingled as a second orgasm moved toward climax. I moved back and forth, allowing the full length of my dick to experience the massage of her love. I squeezed her ass harder as I felt my body weaken under the impending volcanic eruption. "Aghh!" I cried as I felt the first long load fill her. I refused to slow down, continuing to pump load after load into her gorgeous Latin body. Thick cum overflowed, pouring onto her mahogany desk. I collapsed over her body, spent. My head lay on the soft round pillows of her breasts. She let go of the edges of her desk to stroke my hair. The spinning of the room slowed gradually for both of us as we lay quietly across the large piece of furniture. "So," she said breaking the silence. "Are you finding your employment at JAC to be everything you hoped for?" "Almost," I said answering her humor. She playfully slapped my back and pushed my shoulders, gesturing for me to move from on top of her. I stood up to oblige. "Almost," is right she said as she slid off her desk in front of me and to her knees. My dick stood half limp, covered by both of our juices. "I've worked up a hunger." "Oh, no," I said feeling completely spent by the events of the morning. "Oh, yes," she said confidently. "This is just too tempting to pass up." She playfully licked the length of my dick as a Popsicle flavored with both of our love juices, before devouring its length again down her mouth. I felt her right hand grasp the base of my dick as her mouth made another descent. "Oh, god," I said in disbelief as I felt my dick begin to harden again. Sylvia's attention was determined. Her hand and mouth moved like dancers ascending and descending my long shaft. Her grip and suction increased with her pace. It was clear her resolve was unbending. I had never given three times back to back, but if anyone could make me do it, it would be Sylvia. Sylvia's masterful touch and skill enraptured me. I felt hard balls of cum that had escaped the previous two orgasms begin to surrender as they made their way up my long shaft. She was determined to drain me dry and take no prisoners. "Oh, yes. Oh, yes, Oh, yes," I repeated, with each exclamation only encouraging her intensity. "Aghh!" I let out again, as large bullets of cum shot into her mouth. She looked up with her large brown eyes to see sweat and pleasure across my face. She didn't relent, insatiably continuing to pump me dry until she was convinced not a drop more remained in my body. I collapsed into the chair next to her desk. Sylvia stood up, picked up her thong and pulled them back up her long legs. Her phone buzzed. "I'm sorry to bother you Ms. Hernandez.," her secretary's voice said over the intercom. "Yes," Sylvia said in response, trying to sound composed. "It's lunch time," she said, "and I wondered if you might be hungry. If you are going to work through lunch, I'd be glad to order something in for you." "I've just had a little snack," she quipped back with a smile, "but we have worked up quite an appetite. That would be nice. We are probably ready for a little break." "I'll take care of it right away, Ms. Hernandez," the voice promised. "Also, I wanted to let you know Human Resources called. They said they have a proposal for you and asked if you could stop by today at your convenience." "Thank you," Sylvia said calmly with even a larger smile. "Can you let them know I will be by there after lunch? "Yes, Maam. Anything else?" "That will be all for now," Sylvia replied. The intercom hung up with a click. "You sure?" I asked playfully. "For now," Sylvia answered with a grateful twinkle in her eye. "Just for now." Chapter Three After lunch, Sylvia and I applied ourselves to the real work at hand. She oriented me to her division and the tasks most urgent for my attention. We stayed on task, enjoying occasional playful glances and touches. This would be a working relationship far from anything either of us had ever experienced. At four o'clock she stopped by the office of Human Resources, and received their proposal to assume a promotion to the job she had applied to a year before. Apparently a vacancy had suddenly opened up, and they were eager to fill it quickly. If she were to accept it, they asked that she lead the search for her replacement, giving her option to hand pick her successor. Not wanting to appear too obvious, she explained she had someone in mind she thought would be perfect, and would get back to them in the next week. She returned feeling giddy and shocked at the events of the day. She called me into her office where we had both memorably started our day, to share the news. "Congratulations!" I said, genuinely glad for her success. "Well deserved." "Thank you Carl," she said. "I will never forget what you did for me today." "From our little arrangement, I don't think either of us will let the other forget." "That's true," she said with a smile. "Is it against company policy for an employee to take their boss out to dinner to celebrate?" I offered. "If you let me, Carl, I want to take you out. It's only right. I owe you." "Ah, ah," I said with my hand up. "Let's agree right now that you don't owe me anything, other than our arrangement. Look at it this way, I could only have done what I did, because you took the gamble to hire me." "And I hit the jackpot," she answered. "I just got a raise. This is my treat. I'll take you out to dinner, and let's see what happens after that. When you get a promotion, you can take me out." "I'll have to talk to my boss about that," I said with a smile. "I wonder what I will need to do to get that?" I wondered out loud. "Just keep doing what you're doing," she advised, "and I think you will do just fine." The evening began with an elegant multi-course wine-paired dinner, followed by dancing at a local club and finished with slow passionate lovemaking overnight at her downtown condo. My first week on the job passed quickly with the urgency and volume of work. I attacked my work diligently. The fast intimacy and honesty of our relationship made for a productive work partnership. Sylvia was preoccupied with her new responsibilities and moving into her new office. Times we spent together were productive, however continuing to enjoy playful glances and comments. There is an old saying that you'll never work a day in your life if you love what you do. Work hours each day passed quickly. Before I knew it, the end of the workday on Friday had come. I ducked my head into Sylvia's new office to let her know I was leaving. "It's been a good week, Carl," Sylvia assessed with an understatement. "It's good to have you on board." "Thank you, Ms. Hernandez," I said maintaining a professional tone with neighboring office doors open. "I do have a couple quick questions for you before you leave," she said. "Can you please step in and close the door?" I closed the door and walked toward her new larger desk. "I will be making a recommendation to HR on Monday for my former job. Having already experienced what you are capable of this week, I would like to maintain a close working partnership, and don't want anyone to get in the way of my direct supervision and working relationship." "What are you suggesting?" I asked, excited for where I sensed this was going. "I wanted to check with you to see if you felt comfortable and up to the challenge to assume my old position, if I chose to make that recommendation to HR on Monday." "I am floored Sylvia," I answered back humbly. "I never imagined being considered for a promotion after one week on the job." "I never expected to receive one before the end of your first day on the job," Sylvia answered back. "I am proposing this selfishly. For one, my success is dependent on having the best people around me." "As you should," I encouraged. "I have my other selfish reasons too," she confessed with a smile. "I will support any recommendation you make, with no strings attached," I answered back. "I am grateful for the opportunity I have, and I would be all the more grateful for the new challenges of a promotion. Either way, I will not disappoint you." "I should have expected that from you Carl. I will make my decision over the weekend, and let you and HR know of my recommendation on Monday." "Sounds great," I said. "One more question," she said. "Shoot." "So," offering a pause, "next week is my week?" She smiled her contagious smile, already knowing the answer to her own question. "Yes it is," I said, glad for her intent to reaffirm the commitment. "Anything?" she asked, again only to reassure her commitment to our adventure. "Anything within my power, limited only by your imagination," I said as much as dare as an answer. "I just want to make sure, Carl. I've been thinking about this all week. If I set up what I have been dreaming and planning, I want to make sure there's no holding back on your part." "Is there anything you have experienced in my performance this week that would lead you to believe I will ever hold back in anything?" "True," she said. "Just double checking." "You have peaked my curiosity though. Any hints?" "Not one," she said, "only that it will rock your world." "Just remember," I said with a playful dare, "the following week is mine." "Have a good weekend Carl. Get plenty of rest." The weekend moved painfully slow. Sylvia's attempt to torment my curiosity for the weekend worked. Monday could not come fast enough. I arrived to work an hour early, eager to face the uncertainties of the week. "You're here early." I was glad to hear Sylvia's sultry voice. She wore a stunning royal blue dress with a black belt and matching blue shoes. Her long black hair fell across her shoulders. The tight-fitting dress accentuated her round breasts and tight ass. I gasped at the sight of her. "Wow," I said as a compliment. "Like?" she asked? "Like is not quite the word," I said. "Good," she said. "Two things. First, I am submitting your name for the position today. You probably won't hear if you receive the position officially until the end of the week, but wanted you to know." "Thank you Sylvia," I offered genuinely. "Thank you, Carl. After thinking through it all weekend, I decided there is no one I would rather have under me." We both smiled at the double entendre. "Which brings me to the other topic. Are you well rested?" "For what?" I asked curiously. "You'll see. All I'll say now is it is coming. You won't know when or what, but I am about to rock your world." "Bring it," I said with a smile. "Give me your best shot." Sylvia took every opportunity to tease me throughout the week. She intentionally scheduled appointments alone with me to build anticipation of her plan of seduction. She flirted mercilessly. She enjoyed offering looks, comments and subtle touches to stir a rise in my loins. Monday turned into Tuesday. Tuesday turned into Wednesday. Whispers and touch intensified with each passing day. "I want you." "I am so wet." She found ways to stroke me through my pants, only to stop, preventing any release. Suspense built all week like a pressure cooker. Her seduction was torture. On Thursday, she asked for an 11:00 Friday morning appointment before her scheduled afternoon off-site with division employees. "Get a good night's rest," she said. Sylvia's seduction throughout the week was foreplay to her, and torment for me. My dick ached for her love. Her agenda for our Friday morning appointment was an unabashed sexual assault to bring me to a breaking point. She wore a transparent gold blouse with the buttons open to the bottom of her large cleavage. The blouse showed off her full breasts barely covered by a push up bra. She wore a stylish short black skirt with black fishnet stockings and exquisitely matching gold shoes. "You ready for me?" she asked as she closed and locked her office door behind me. "I am so ready for you." I confessed. "You have been nothing but cruel all week," I complimented. "I just wanted to work you up enough to make sure there was enough cum for a bath," she said boldly. "Cause I'm feeling awfully dirty." My dick grew rock hard at her teasing words. I was speechless. "Unzip your pants and have a seat," she ordered. "Let's get this party started." I dutifully responded, taking a seat in the wingback chair in front of her desk. She unbuttoned three more buttons on her blouse before kneeling in front of me. She took my hands in hers and moved them to the armrests of the chair. "I want you to hold on to these and not let go, no matter what. The moment you let go of either armrest, we are done. Do we have an understanding?" "Yes we do," I said nodding. She wasted no time reaching past the zipper to take hold of my manhood, attempting to work the nine inches out of the zipper hole. "This is just too big," she said, unbuckling my belt and opening my pants. "You were very impressive last week Carl. Our time together made me wonder, just how much is possible? My questions about possibilities turn into goals. Here is my commitment to you today Carl: we are going to set a record. I will not stop until I am convinced you have never and will probably never give more in one day than you will today." She paused to allow her words to sink in. Her look was both serious and seductive. She took my member in both hands to pull the tense monster down toward her open mouth. She looked up at me with a smile before beginning her descent. I could feel thick cream immediately begin to make its assent in response. She had tormented me all week. I was primed for her touch. She took satisfaction in my body's quick response. She began to pump my dick with her thick Latin lips, sucking for my cum as if desperate for air. My body began to rock in the chair. I was quickly approaching the point of no return. I wanted desperately to hold her head as I pumped her mouth, but knew there was no option to let go of the armrests. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh! Oh, you are going to take me!" After a week of teasing and build up, I have never wanted to give more than in that moment. Sylvia knew it and immediately pulled her mouth off of my dick. She stood up with a coy confident smile. Oh, no. No! Don't stop!" I begged. "No, no Sylvia. Don't do this. Take me!" My body squirmed in the chair. My member throbbed as if trying to beat a drum. Pre-cum glistened atop my dick with the promise of massive volumes of thick cum to follow. Sylvia mercilessly re-buttoned the three buttons on her blouse. She enjoyed watching my misery. "I've waited for this moment," she said. "All part of my plan." "What moment?" I begged. "Oh god, take me." "In due time, lover boy." She handed me a printed card with the name and address of a hotel convention center two blocks from our corporate office building. As you know, I have an off-site with several of our division employees this afternoon that I must get to. We will finish at 3:00. Meet me there. Don't be late. Come ready." My body ached. I was desperate for her, but had no recourse. This was her week. I had no option but to submit. My mind began to spin for how I might reciprocate next week. "Next week is mine," I said with a promise. "But this week is mine," she said. "I have a goal. When I set my mind to something, I never quit. You're not the only one who's waited for this moment." Sylvia walked out the door. "Don't be late, Carl." She knew I would be early. For the first time in my short employment at JAC, time moved slowly. I finished my work for the week and left the building at 2:30 to make my way to the conference center. Video screens in the convention center lobby confirmed JAC off-site meeting in Ballroom 2. I made my way up the escalator and down the hall. A sign posted near the door reconfirmed the location: JAC Meeting -- Do Not Disturb. Three beautiful secretaries I recognized from our division came out of the room as I walked up. "Hi Carl," they all said in unison.