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Human Resources Ch. 01

By: Wolverine_G



When the email popped up, I though it was just another meeting.

"HR Review, 4-5pm Tuesday, Room 1038"

Great, more meetings, I thought. At least I could head out right after this one, and maybe even leave early.

When 3:45 rolled around, I wandered over to building 1. I knew by the naming convention that this room (38) would be in the basement (floor 0) of building 1. It took me a couple minutes to find the windowless corner office in the basement, so I entered right at 4. Already seated on one side of a long conference table was a blond in a dark suit, someone I didn't recognize. She smiled up at me and motioned for me to close the door.

"Hi, I'm Erin Peters, I'm the new HR representative for your department," she said, half standing and reaching out to shake my hand. I smiled back and took my seat. So far she was already quite an improvement over the last HR representative, an ancient chain-smoking relic from the old days of the company. Erin looked straight out of school.

"I've been scheduling meetings with everyone just to get better acquainted, answer questions, and make sure all of the HR files are up to date," she was saying. My eyes were locked on hers, but my peripheral vision attempted to scan the rest of her. The suit she was wearing was very business like, but it was hard to tell if she even wore a shirt beneath it. The cut of the blazer dipped down toward the table and drew my eyes toward her chest.

"Ahem, let's see..." Erin started, shuffling papers and subtly drawing my attention back to her face. She looked up and smiled again. Perfect teeth, platinum blond hair, blue eyes behind dark framed glasses, and creamy white skin...her soft pink lips and bright eyes were the perfect splash of color to offset her otherwise light colored face.

"I see here you've been promoted twice in the last four years - congratulations!" Erin was saying. More paper shuffling - "No reprimands, nothing in your record to indicate any problems."

"So you never found the bodies in my last desk drawer - whew!" I smiled at my joke, but Erin looked up, worried. There was a brief moment before she realized I was joking, and we both started to laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm new to this, I just graduated last month! Guess I shouldn't take everything so seriously!"

"Yeah, you'll learn that when everyone goes with the flow, things work out well around here!" I told her.

Erin was still smiling as she picked up her pen and leafed through some other papers. Then she started to frown, biting her lip and furrowing her brow.

"There's something else, though, that we should discuss..."

She bit the pen, drawing the tip into her mouth...damn, do women do these things consciously?

"Can you explain this?" she slid some papers over to me. I had to mentally shake my head to focus on the papers instead of her mouth. I started to read from the top, then froze. I put the papers down and looked up at Erin.

"Have you seen these before?" she asked, not smiling anymore but not looking mad either - maybe kind of disappointed or, if I didn't know better, looking conflicted.

"What are my options if I say I don't know what they are?"

"Well," she said, taking the papers back, "we could go through the motions of assuming you were telling the truth. We can scan the backups of your files to find out when these appeared on your device and cross check with the key logs to see who was logged on when the file was saved." 

At this point we were both staring at each other, and I couldn't hear much over the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. "But we both know that when that happens, we'll find out that you were logged on when this was written, won't we?" I swallowed hard. I was screwed and we both knew it.

"Yeah, I wrote them."

Erin frowned and looked at the papers again. She picked them up and pushed away from the table, pacing back and forth in the small room. I couldn't help but admire her legs, scanning them from where her skirt ended at mid-thigh all the way down to her red-painted toenails. She must have slipped off her shoes while she was at the table. As she walked away from me, I scanned back up - the curve of her calves, her heart shaped ass, the inward curve from her hips to her waist, just a perfect resting place for my hands if I -- dammit, I thought to myself, this is why I got busted...I refocused on Erin's face as she turned around, still looking intently at the papers in her hands and once again biting her lip.

"So what I'm holding here - these stories, this porn for lack of a better word - you wrote these?"

"Yes" I said, my face turning red. No use hiding it now. I don't know if I was more embarrassed at having been caught or being in the same room as someone reading my work.

Still looking at the papers, Erin walked over to my side of the table and sat on the edge, her toes barely touching the ground. She let out a long sigh and looked down at me.

"We have, at the very least, two problems here that I can see. The first is, you're an excellent employee. We can't afford to lose you as we start on the next round of projects. The second problem is that you've clearly violated the employment terms by having this material on company property, and there is no leniency with this kind of violation. The punishment is immediate termination."

I slumped down in my seat. "Can I at least clean out my desk and save my personal files?" As I said this I realized the irony - some of the files I wanted to save were printed out and actually causing me to be fired.

"Well, like I said, there were at least two problems in this situation," said Erin, again with that concerned look on her face and biting her lip. Despite the tension, I couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked. "Another problem I see is that I have read your work...and really like it."

This took a moment to sink in as the words settled over the room.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand," I managed to stammer. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, it wouldn't matter usually, but an additional problem is that I found these papers on my own time and searches of this kind, while allowed with executive approval, are not allowed without authorization...which I never received."

I think my heart rate was actually higher at this point. "And all this means...."

"This means," said Erin, the corners of her mouth starting to curve up into a smile, "is that we're in a position to help each other."

I started to breath again as I smiled back. "Sure, whatever, just so we can keep this between ourselves."

Still locked onto my eyes, smiling, Erin ran her foot up the inside of my leg and pushed my chair away from the table. "First I need to do some fact checking," she said with a smile, scooting over till she was sitting on the table directly in front of me. "You talk a big game in your stories - but how can I know if you actually wrote this if it isn't the truth?" And with that she slid down to the floor onto her knees. Despite my nervousness, my body knew what was going on. Erin ran her right hand along my thigh and cupped my balls through my pants, giving them a tug before running her hands up the length of my straining cock. She wore her now-patented worried expression, biting her lower lip and furrowing her brow.

"Only one way to verify..." she trailed off. Her tiny hands reached up and unfastened my belt. Now my heart beating through my chest was a decidedly more pleasant experience. I picked myself up slightly so she could slide off my pants and boxer briefs. If she was surprised, she didn't show it, just looking at my cock as it sprung free and pointed up at me. She wrapped her hands softly around it, her fingers overlapping slightly as she encircled my throbbing dick I was getting more excited but she was analytical as always, biting that pink lower lip and concentrating behind her glasses. Erin then reached down and ran her fingers lightly along my balls, her fingers coming to rest at the base of my cock, her palm running along the engorged length. She held her hand there for a moment, cocking her head to the side and squinting a little, but apparently still not seeing what she was looking for. She then started to softly and absent mindedly stroke me lightly, seemingly lost in thought. The drop of pre-cum that slid into her hand seemed to shake her out of her haze.

"Well, one last way..." she said to herself. Then she looked up - "You don't have a ruler do you?"

"Ha - no - why?" But I knew why - she had to verify my stories, right? And as it dawned on me I smiled down at her, and she gave me a wink. Then, without breaking eye contact, Erin leaned forward at the waist and slid my cock past her pink lips and into her moist mouth. I knew it was coming but it still didn't prepare me. She worked the head in first, her lips settling along the ridge as her tongue swirled around a few times. Her worried look came back as she furrowed her brow and turned her gaze down to her mouthful. After a couple more swirls, she started to work her head down farther. With each head bob, she was able to get another half inch or so, till her nose was finally nestled in my pubic hair. I could feel the head of my cock plugging the back of her throat, and I felt and saw her smile around my dick. She looked up at me, those blue eyes bright behind her dark frames, and while she held my eye contact, she snaked her tongue out and somehow reach the top of my balls with her tongue. I shuddered - I had never felt a sensation quite like that, and I couldn't just sit there anymore. I started to pull my hips back and this only made her smile bigger. Erin didn't need any more prompting. Looking at me and smiling the whole time, Erin started bobbing forward on my cock, her tongue snaking out and flicking at my balls every time I hit the bottom of her throat. After a minute or two I couldn't take any more, and she knew it. As my dick started its first spasm, she slid her pink lips the length of my cock till she only the head was left in her mouth. The first stream of cum shot straight into her throat - or at least I assume it did, I didn't even notice her swallowing. Erin then pulled her head back farther, smiling wide as the second stream laced across her face, splattering her dark frames and blending into her platinum hair. I shuddered as my dick twitched a couple more times, and I finally slid back in my chair.

Erin, her smile as wide as ever, licked her lips and cleaned up as much cum as her tongue would reach. She reached up and scraped up as much as she could feel and licked off her fingers. Damn, this girl was something else! She laughed at me, as if she read my mind.

"I think everything is in order here," she said, standing up and smoothing down her skirt. She walked around to the other side of the table and shuffled through some more papers. "As you could probably guess, I needed to verify that the stories you have been writing were indeed autobiographical in nature. Since we didn't have a measuring device, my throat had to do. Luckily I know I can lick the balls connected to a seven inch penis, which, with some effort, I was able to accomplish with you - barely. Also, based on my hand size, I'd say you underestimated your six inch circumference. Your cock is at least 7.5 inches long and backs up your stories, so I know they are about you." She looked up at me and smiled.

I smiled back, but only out of reflex and confusion. "So, what exactly does that mean?"

Erin sighed - clearly I was missing something. "It means that the problem is not who you are writing about - it is what." I still must have looked lost because she sighed again before continuing. "Your stories - they are hot but they lack an element of realism. I think what you need is to write about what you know - for instance, getting blown in a conference room at work." A wink and a smile.

"What does what I write have to do with...anything?"

Erin sighed again, this time looking angry in a real sense, not her playful lip-biting self any longer. "I like what I read from you, but it doesn't resonate with me. I need to see more, or else...we'll have to really sit down and have an HR interview." 

"What do you mean - then what was this?"

"I wasn't lying when I said that I couldn't reveal my findings of your stories since I wasn't authorized to search your device," Erin explained. "But I can request that authorization for any grounds - even a random search - and I will find your files, even if you deleted them today." Again, she must have seen only a blank stare from me, because this time she slammed her hands down on the table. "LOOK! I won't turn you in, but you're fucked if you cross me!" Then the playful look came back. "And not just fucked by my mouth..."

My head was reeling again. "So what do you want from me?"

"Like I said write about what you know. And make it interesting. I have a creative imagination, and so should you. I'll set up this meeting room every two weeks and I expect to see some new work that we can...discuss."

I was working it all out in my mind - this new girl was blackmailing me...so she could read my stories and get off? What the hell?

"Oh, I almost forgot - this was actually supposed to be a real interview. Just basic background though - you're in line for another promotion. Congratulations!" And that smile again. Then the bit lip, her furrowed brow. "At this rate, you'll be running your own branch office soon. I hope you don't forget the little guys...and girls?" Her look was hopeful, innocent. Well, except for the glob of cum sliding down her glasses.

This was all kinds of fucked up, but I smiled back. "Thanks Erin - see you in two week!" 

Human Resources Ch. 02



Surprisingly, my head was in my work. The only reminder I had of what had happened the previous day - getting blown then subsequently blackmailed by a new girl from HR - was the meeting invite waiting in my inbox when I got to work Wednesday morning. Well, that and the hard on I got every time her face drifted into my mind. I had to strategically carry notebooks to every meeting because I didn't know when her face would appear.

Despite that, I was actually getting a lot of work done and didn't realize the time. The cleaning crew vacuuming alerted me that it was at least 7:00. I got up to stretch my legs. At 5'10", I couldn't see into everyone's cube but I did notice a light on across the aisle. 

Marketing. Ever since they moved in, they were the biggest distraction to me and my team - even more than Erin and the memory of her blowjob. There were no less than six gorgeous girls working in marketing, each one as sexy as the next, each enticing in her own way. Want a blond? Got it. Curvy? Check. Petite tom boy? Yessir. Keeping in mind Erin's directive - write what you know - I decided to explore who was working this late on their side of the aisle.

I grabbed my cup and headed to the break room. As I passed the lone occupied cube, I saw it was Robin. Ah yes, the red head. She was one of my favorites - tall, at least my height, she had long red hair that went down to the middle of her back. She had a habit of wearing knee high leather boots and tight sweaters.

I only saw the back of her head as I walked to the break room. I put my cup under the faucet and started to really think about Erin's assignment. I wasn't dating anyone, but I also wasn't celibate...that said, how could I find something to write about every two weeks that wasn't a solo act? And I started to think about Robin. There is just something about red heads...and damn, could she fill out a sweater.

"Ahem...?" I looked up and there she was in the flesh. Then I realized I had been filling up my cup of water for about two minutes and it was just overflowing into the sink at this point.

"Ha, I guess my mind was elsewhere!" I said, laughing and turning off the water.

"I guess so" she said with a smirk. When I looked up though, she wasn't looking at the sink. Her eyes were pointed somewhere near my waist - somewhere in the vicinity of my apparent erection. I was so used to covering up my hard on today I didn't even notice I was getting one...great, this would be awkward.

"Uh, sorry about that," I said, awkwardly turning toward the sink and trying to adjust. "I guess I was day dreaming."

"More like night dreaming, we're here so late!" Robin said with a laugh as she opened the fridge. I took the moment to finish tucking my dick behind my belt - a technique I had perfected today - and turned back to Robin. She was reaching deep in the fridge and that only helped accentuate her plump ass. She was wearing a gray skirt and those trademark knee high leather boots. Today was the warmest of the year so far, so Robin had traded in her sweater for a short sleeved button up shirt. Her ass wiggled around as she tried to find something in the back of the fridge.

She started to laugh as she backed out of the fridge, closed the door, and turned around. "I guess I'm not helping your day dreaming by sticking my ass out and shaking it like some stripper!" We both erupted in laughter.

"Anything worthwhile in the fridge?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the counter.

"No, not unless you're adventurous - " and she looked at me with that same smirk - "and by that I mean, willing to eat month old leftovers."

"Not THAT adventurous!" I said with another laugh. "If you're sticking around, want to split a pizza? We can camp out in the conference room."

"Sure!" she said with a smile, and turned around to walk back to her desk.

"See you in half an hour," I said. I placed my order when I got back to my desk, and I realized I had an unopened 12 pack of Heineken bottles from my team for my birthday last month, so I ran that to the fridge to chill. By the time the pizza came, Robin and I were set up in the conference room with a couple cold beers. We had some idle chit chat but then both got down to work. It was probably 9:30 or so when I grabbed the last beer. In front of me were only two empty bottles, so that meant Robin was six beers ahead of me. I pushed my chair away from the table and stretched, giving me a chance to check her out. She didn't look any worse for the wear, especially nine beers in. I pulled my Blackberry out of my pocket and set it down on the table, double checking the time. Robin looked up from her computer and shook her head.

"You guys and your Blackberries - always attached at the hip!"

"Who exactly are 'you guys' - and so what?" I laughed. "I couldn't live without it, no shame in that!"

"Oh yeah?" another mischievous smirk. The 2+ beers must have dulled my reaction time, because I should have seen it coming when she reached across the table and grabbed my phone. "Let's see how much it means to you!" she said as she quickly stood up and ran out of the room.

"Ha ha, very funny!" I yelled as I chased her out. She was quick, already half way down the hall. I had to sprint to get close enough to see her take a right turn down another hall way. 

When I made the turn, she was nowhere to be seen. I thought I heard something on the left, so I entered a dark room. When I flipped the light on, Robin jumped out from behind the door and pushed me toward a chair. This was one of the rooms where people could make private phone calls and the like, so there was only a reclining chair and no other furniture in the room. I managed to twist myself around and landed seated in the chair. Robin slammed the door and we were both laughing.

"I thought for sure I could hide in here!" she said, still laughing hard as she leaned against the door. "Come here often?"

"Oh yes - I've taken my share of afternoon naps here!" I said, which was true - it was really convenient with the reclining chair and an automatically locking door.

"So you've spent some time in here...daydreaming?" she smirked at me, now arching her back a little against the door, her leather clad foot running up the door till her knee was bent. She ran her gaze from my eyes to my crotch, which was starting to look much the same as when she caught me daydreaming earlier.

I gulped. "Very funny - now give me back my Blackberry and no one gets hurt," I said, trying to lighten the moment.

"I don't think you're in a position to bargain, now, are you?" she said seductively, pushing off the door and walking toward me. I started to appreciate Robin as she slowly walked over - the eight inches of skin between the tops of her boots and the bottom of her skirt was milky white, the top few buttons of her pink shirt were unbuttoned showing ample cleavage...38C at least if I had to guess - but I had the feeling I wouldn't be needing to guess. I leaned forward on the edge of the chair, trying to get as close as possible.

Robin got within arms reach and pushed me back in the chair. "Let's see what your daydreaming can come up with," she whispered as she leaned over me. Robin's knees slid next to my thighs as she straddled me atop the chair. She sat back, her ass on my lap. She wore that same smirk as she reached up and unbuttoned her shirt. Her huge tits were topped by equally large nipples, both extremely hard at this point. It took me a second but then it hit me - those mammoth breasts, and no bra?! My eye must have gotten wider because she chuckled. "Impressed? And they're all mine - no work done, just good genes." And with that she picked up her left breast with both hands - she couldn't have done it with one hand if she tried - and sucked her engorged nipple into her mouth.

"Mmmm..." she moaned as I sat there admiring her. "Am I going to have to do all the work here?" she asked with a mouthful of tit. I didn't need any more hints - I reached out to caress her right breast, tweaking the nipple in my fingers and pulling it away. She liked this, as she started to grind her ass into my knee and her other nipple fell out of her mouth. "Oooh, yeah, you're not so dense after all," she cooed, throwing her head back and supporting herself with her hands on my knees, raising her ass up. My reply was to bite her nipple hard while I grabbed her other boob, my thumb rubbing her nipple in circles. A sharp intake of breath told me that was a surprise - good, she had been doing all the surprising, now it was my turn.

In one motion, her tit still in my mouth, I stood up and carried her over to the wall. As I pinned her up against the wall, only my pressure holding her up, I let her breast pop free of my mouth and I looked her in the eyes. I took in her beautiful green eyes and deep red hair, then kissed her, hard, as my hands roamed her hips and up her sides, intertwining with her hands as she managed to pull the shirt up over my head and toss it aside. I got a hold of both of her hands and pinned them above her head. Robin responded by wrapping her long legs around my waist and pulling me into her. Holding her at the wrists with one hand, I used my free hand to unbuckle my belt. I managed to keep my balance and still kick off my pants. I planted my feet wide, letting her ass rest against my thighs and the wall, but I needed both hands to pull her skirt up. When I let go of her wrists, she immediately pulled my face into hers again, and our deep, passionate kiss took all of my attention for - I don't know, seconds, minutes - a while. 

Her tongue let up for a moment as she arched her back back, and I resumed pulling her skirt up around her waist. She was wearing a matching bra and panty set - that is to say, she wasn't wearing either. I looked into her eyes again and saw that smirk. Her smirk turned into a sharp intake of breath and her eyes got wide when I slammed my full 7+ inches deep into her. I held her there against the wall for a second, waiting for her smirk to come back. When it did, I pulled almost completely out, then slid the full length deep into her again. The smirk didn't go away this time. I pumped deep into her, long, slow, steady strokes, our eyes never wavering, her smirk never budging. After a couple dozen long strokes, she asked, "Is that all you've got?" This girl was determined to get under my skin! In response, I gave her one last long thrust, grabbed her ass cheeks in my hands, and turned us both around. I carried her, still impaled on my cock, the few feet to the chair and eased us down, me on top of her. This time it was her turn to say "Impressive" - but I wasn't done yet. Doing my best impression of her smirk, I grabbed one leg, then the other, and put her feet over my shoulders. Holding onto the arms of the chair, I braced myself, then plunged my cock deep into her. This new angle opened up a little more of her pussy, and she noticed as I bottomed out. 

"Gahhhhhd!" she screamed. I had a smirk of my own now, watching her being reduced to babbling. I pulled out and thrust back in, not quite all the way in this time, and started a quick pace. Robin looked down to watch my thick cock pulling her pussy lips out then disappearing deep into her, over and over again. After a few minutes of this she regained enough of her composure to return her smirk. Staring at me, she pulled her nipple up to her mouth and snaked out her tongue, circling her hard nipple and sucking it in, all the while smirking and keeping eye contact. This was too much for me, and she knew it would be. I quickened the pace, and she reached down to grab my ass, encouraging me to get as deep as possible. My groans grew louder as her moans bubbled up. We locked eyes again and it sent me over the edge. Her fingers dug into my ass as I erupted deep inside of her. I could feel her pussy start to spasm right before I came, and we both urged my cock deeper inside of her as our bodies shook. We held that pose for a few seconds, letting the waves of our orgasms wash away. Then I realized I had basically been holding myself up for the last ten minutes by my arms, and my arms realized it too, a second later, as my biceps seized up and I fell back on the floor. I landed on my ass with a thud, and we both again started to laugh. We must have been a sight - topless, leather boot wearing redhead, skirt around waist, with a naked guy sprawled out on the floor. Robin stood up - her legs shaky, but in better shape than my arms - and gave me a hand standing up.

As we got our clothes back on, she laughed to herself. "You're my mushroom!" she announced as we opened the door.

"Okay, I'll bite - what the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh come on, you know - you're my FUN GUY - fungi? Mushroom, get it?" And then that smirk.

"Robin..." I started, as serious as possible, serious enough to make her stop in her tracks and make the smirk disappear.

"What - what is it?" she asked worriedly.

"Robin..." I repeated. "That was...the single...worst...joke ever." And my smirk made her burst out laughing.

She was right of course - sure, the fuck was incredible, but the whole night had been fun.

I walked Robin to her car after she packed up. 

"Wow, superstar," she said to me, "still working even this late?"

"Yeah," I said, closing the door after her and leaning in through her window, "I took on a new project yesterday and I've got a lot of work to do to stay on top of it!"

"Well...see you around...Mushroom..." And with a smirk, she drove off.



Human Resources Ch. 03



The last two weeks had gone by quickly. When I first got my assignment from Erin I thought I would have a tough time not only writing a new erotic story for her every two weeks, but living them too. My first assignment was easy, though, as I ended up fucking Robin the very next night.

Robin and I had gotten together a couple more times - more conventional moments, ones not fueled by beer and sex at work - but I had only written about the first one. I sent it out to Erin's personal email on Monday night. That was last night, as the snow was falling. When I woke up Tuesday morning and looked out my window, the snow was still coming down and didn't look like it would stop. The news ticker told the story - it would have been easier to mention the schools that were open instead of the closed ones. But with my four wheel drive truck, I was actually looking forward to the day. The roads would be clear of traffic, even if they weren't cleared yet of snow. The office would be quiet - last time this happened, less than ten cars were in the lot. And to think, only two weeks ago, it was nice enough out for Robin to skip her sweater...the thought of Robin and her shirt - and then Robin without her shirt - quickly floated away when my phone rang.

I didn't recognize the number - "Hello?"

"Hi, it's Erin!" She sounded cheerful - I guess the story was to her liking.

"Hey, good morning, what's up?" It was kind of weird to be talking to this girl who was so intent to blackmail me, but also blew me...I realized it was best not to think about it and ignore it outside of our Tuesday meetings. 

Tuesday! Damn, it was today. "I guess we have to reschedule our meeting, huh."

"Actually..." she said, trailing off - and I could easily visualize her biting her lip - "I was wondering if you could give me a ride. There is no way my car can make it in this snow, but I figured your truck wouldn't have any trouble...what do you say?" 

"Sure, I was actually just on my way out the door, so I can be there in...actually I have no idea where you live!" I laughed.

"Oh yeah that might help!" she laughed back. "I am on Elm and 3rd, do you know where that is?"

"Elm, like, Elm Street, a block from Randolph?" 

"Yes, exactly!"

"That is right down the street from me! Are you ready, I can be over in five minutes."

"Sure, mine will be the house surrounded by snow...and with me on the porch!"

I pulled out of the driveway and was at Erin's house in three minutes. To think, she was just a street away! Erin just popped out of her front door as I slid to a stop in front of her house. 

She was wearing a long black wool coat that ended past the tops of her fluffy white boots. Add in her black framed glasses and she was looking cute as always. She threw her bag over the seat and pulled herself up.

"Damn it's cold out there!" she shivered. "Thanks for the ride - I thought that going in on days like this would be good to get some work done since there wouldn't be any distractions!"

"My sentiments exactly! You're pretty astute for someone just out of school!"

She looked at me with her furrowed brow, biting her lip - that look made my cock twitch - and said "What about my pretty ass...?" We both laughed and settled in for the drive.

I thought my four wheel drive would help, and it did, but the going was still extremely slow as I couldn't go much more than 30 miles an hour. At least there were no other cars on the road. Erin and I didn't talk much, the radio playing a little in the background as she looked out the window and occasionally flipped through papers.

"So are they giving you a lot to do your first month on the job?" I asked.

"Enough to keep me busy!" she replied. "I have to take work home to make sure I stay on top. I like to prepare for my meetings..." and she trailed off, looking at the papers in her lap and biting her lip again.

"Something important?" I asked idly, paying more attention to the road so I didn't slip into a ditch or hit a guard rail.

"Well something is troubling me about my 4:00, that's all..." and even without looking I could tell she was biting her lip. It took me a second to remember that our meeting was the one at 4.

"What is troubling you? Were the...umm...pre-requisites not met?"

"Oh no, that isn't it - perfectly done, actually, quite enjoyable - but you sent this in late last night. If you really are going to succeed, you have to take this seriously and not wait till the last minute."

"Oh is that all?" I asked with a laugh. "Well I could have sent this in last Wednesday if I knew that mattered!"

"Oh really..." and the furrowed brow again. "I guess I should make the assignments harder then..." she said to herself. I laughed, but I could tell she was thinking of something. Then she turned to face me in her seat. "Did you enjoy your...assignment?"

"Well, yeah, of course," I said, but didn't like where this was going. I should have known to expect the unexpected from Erin.

"Good...and I assume enjoyment was mutual?" She was biting her lip again.

"From my perspective, yeah, I didn't see anything to the contrary..." Her brow was furrowed for a moment, then she nodded to herself, seeming to come to some agreement.

"Good..." she said again. She was silent so I looked over, and we locked eyes. She smiled - that huge, bright smile, the one I last saw around my cock - and while she smiled, started to unbutton her long wool coat. I had to look back at the road, but when I looked back at Erin she was still sitting facing me, but wearing nothing but her fluffy white boots, her coat in a pool around her on her seat. "I didn't know you'd get to my house so soon, I wasn't quite ready but didn't want to keep you waiting..." Again the coy lip bite. I had to pull my gaze away from her body back to the road. Didn't matter - the sight was burned into my memory. Her body, hidden before in our last meeting, was breathtaking - her skin was creamy white from head to toe, the only exception being her lips and smallish areola and nipples, all a matching pink. Her breasts were perfectly cute - probably 34B, perfect for her small frame. Her legs were smooth and folded next to her seat. I stole another glance back at Erin, and she was smiling coyly still. "Hope I don't distract you too much, but I wanted to thank you for your work. It deserves something...extra."

With that she slid herself closer to me on the bench seat. Her petite hand unzipped my coat and in one smooth motion snaked itself into the front of my pants. "Ooh..." she cooed as she found my cock hard and bursting. "I think we need to do something about that." Erin deftly unbuckled my belt. I pushed my ass up so she could slide my pants down - I had learned, from Erin first and then Robin, not to bother with underwear at work anymore - and my cock was free. She moved her head down as she lightly stroked me. I could feel her warm breath close enough to my cock that condensation was forming. I urged my hips up, trying to just get a touch of those sweet lips. Suddenly she bolted upright, gripping my cock more firmly. I was steering my truck into the long winding entrance to the company, and while I was preoccupied Erin took that moment to throw her right leg across my lap.

"Hey!" I exclaimed "I have to see!" I swerved a little but regained what little control I had.

"You better concentrate and not get distracted" she said in her mischievous voice. With her hand reaching behind her and still gripping my cock, she angled it till it was nestled in her soft pubic hair. I hadn't noticed her hair because it was so platinum white - matching the hair on her head, answering that question - but I definitely felt it as she gyrated her ass, running my cock the length of her pussy slit on the outside. The truck slowed to about 5 miles an hour as I couldn't concentrate on anything by the feeling of her silky cunt sliding up and down my cock. Finally she pulled her pelvis far enough up that my cock slipped into place, and the next gyration moved me directly inside of her. She gasped a little but continued her same motion, not stopping till her soft ass cheeks were touching my thighs. Her had slid down from holding my cock and instead kneaded my balls. "Ugghh" I grunted, as she found my weakness. If she kept playing with my balls I wouldn't last a minute. "Oh, is that right?" she smiled. "Don't run into the security gate, by the way."

I managed to slow enough to wave my badge in front of the sensor while Erin remained still, impaled on my cock and slowly rolling my balls in her hand. Finally I slid into a parking spot in the corner of the lot and put the truck into park. I took my hands off the wheel and grabbed Erin's face. I pulled her face into mine and we kissed - hard - our tongues swirling, each trying to gain the advantage. I bit her lower lip softly, pulling it into my mouth. Her soft lips melted in my mouth - no wonder she bit them all the time.

Erin reminded me of her intentions as she squeezed my balls again. I pulled out of our kiss and furrowed my brow at her. Not to be outdone, I reached up and squeezed one of her tits. "Ooh!" she said in mock surprise. "How dare you!" and she rolled my balls in her hand again. "Oh, you'll pay for that!" I said, and bucked my hips up. This caused Erin to slide up the length of my cock and then back down, her ass slapping against my thighs. She had to use both of her hands to steady herself, so she let go of my balls and grabbed my shoulders. Neither of us moved, thinking over our next move as we smiled at each other. Erin decided that she had had enough playing, so she leaned up on her knees, sliding my cock out till only the head was in her pussy, then slammed herself back down again. I held her eye contact as I reached up and grabbed both of her tits. 

With her hands on my shoulders for leverage, Erin picked herself up and slammed herself down on my cock, over and over, each time almost pulling herself off of my cock but not quite, making the stroke as long and as hard as possible. All the while, my thumbs were rubbing circles around her nipples, the tiny nubs getting hard and begging to be licked. I obliged, leaning forward and sucking one nipple entirely into my mouth and flicking with my tongue. This sent Erin over the edge, as she started to ride my cock even faster, not caring to get the longest stroke anymore, just bouncing up and down without abandon. As I switched breasts and sucked her other nipple into my mouth, Erin reach down and pulled on my balls. This did to me what I had done to her, and we were both instantly a blur of bucking hips. It only took a few more seconds before we both came. Erin arched her back, pulling her nipple out of my mouth with a pop as she ground her clit into my pelvis. As she did this, her hand pulled on my balls one last time. "Arrrggggh!" I yelled and grabbed her around her waist. I pulled her down on my cock as hard as possible as my buried dick erupted and filled her up. We both sat there, chests heaving, catching our breath, for at least a few minutes. I started to feel our combined juices flow down my thigh and figured we'd better get into work.

"I think that was a good start for our 4:00 meeting," said Erin as she winked. She was reaching into the back to get her bag and put on the clothes she had brought with her. "I was afraid we weren't on the same page, but this has cleared things up. We should be able to get down to business later this afternoon!"

"Good, I would hate to have an unproductive meeting," I said, but I was still confused. What was this anyway? I shook my head slightly, clearing out that thought - who the hell cared, I was fucking some hot women and there was more to come in the future.

As we entered the building, things seemed to be back to normal - well, what normal people would call normal. "Have a good day!" Erin said with a smile. I waved as she walked down the hall. I wonder if anyone else would notice the cum sliding down her leg? Would they get a meeting scheduled with them too? Ah well - back to work...at least till 4:00.