18 comments/ 131373 views/ 43 favorites Price of Promotion By: oldmaster Like so many of his colleagues, David Smith was worried about his future in hard economic times. It was not that he was no good at his job, or that he felt vulnerable compared to all the other guys in the office, but rumours were that the business might be "downsizing" and some cuts might be inevitable. As usual, management weren't exactly forthcoming by way of reassurance -- workers scared for their jobs work twice as hard. However, a short conversation with his boss had just put a smile back on David's face; something that had been missing for quite some while now. He'd joined the company nearly a year ago and although he'd had no significant problems, he hadn't been pulling up any trees either. David had been let go from his previous job when his performance didn't quite match expectations, but he knew it had just been a run of bad luck that resulted in his failure to bring in enough new business. All he needed was a chance to prove he could do it, and his latest boss had just given him reason to be hopeful. He'd just told him that there were three senior sales manager positions being offered, and five candidates: David was apparently one of the top three, at least that's what his boss said, and he wasn't about to argue! But today was Thursday, and the chosen three would be invited to a dinner party Saturday night, compliments of the management. Final word would be given sometime on Friday afternoon and, as a result, David hardly slept a wink that night and spent all Friday morning in a state of high tension. Around 1.30pm the boss walked in to the office and put down a thick manila envelope on his desk, winked, then walked out without saying a word. David drew in a sharp breath, then opened the envelope and slowly drew out the contents. It was a contract offering the position of senior sales manager -- subject to a probationary period of course, but it was definitely his! Quietly, he scooped up the paperwork and walked out of the office, down the stairs to the main entrance and out into the parking lot. No one took much notice of his exit from the building, nor did they see him walk to the rear storage area and do his brief, but energetic dance of pure joy. "Jesus Christ!" he smiled to himself, "all my worries are over!" Later the next day, David was at home in the master bedroom casually regarding the gorgeous form of his wife Jennifer. He sat on the edge of the bed, slowly putting on his socks, and stared in admiration as she slowly rolled the thigh-high stockings up her long, tanned legs. She was beautiful by anyone's standards, and even after seven years of marriage, at the ripe old age of 27, she looked exactly like she did the first day they met. Well, maybe not exactly the same; she was perhaps three or four pounds heavier, but this was evenly spread over her firm, athletic body to form curves in all the right places. Quite simply, she was stunning: dark gold, shoulder length hair, hazel eyes, slim waist, a sweet peach of an ass, and she looked for all the world like a model from one of David's favourite porn magazines. He wasn't sure if it was just his own bias, but given a choice he would take Jennifer every time -- no disrespect to any of the porn models. Jennifer smoothed the tops of the stockings and went to the full length mirror to study the effect. She placed her hands on her hips and swivelled, admiring the look that the sheer black nylons, cutaway black lace panties and matching half-cup, strapless bra created. She turned to David and said "You like?" He pursed his lips and blew a kiss to her "Oh I like honey, I like very much!" As they dressed, Jennifer looked over at David and asked him if everything was ok? For some time now she had been worried about her husband. Nothing she could put her finger on directly, and she was sure he still loved her and all, but he'd been kind of distant for months. When they'd first met, he was the life and soul of any party and made her laugh constantly. That, and his cute "little boy lost" look had won her over, and she'd had no hesitation in accepting his proposal of marriage when it came. But that was seven years ago and David's spark had slowly dimmed. She knew that times were tight, and David's job wasn't particularly well paid, but they were getting by. But he had been getting kind of snappy with her, and their sex life was not too frequent either -- and she did miss that, very much! Then last night when he got home from work, he'd seemed totally different; in fact, just like he used to be. He wouldn't say why, but kept saying they were going out tomorrow evening and that there was a "surprise" in store. It was infuriating! The more she pressed him, the more he clammed up until finally she resorted to physical violence -- well, tickling anyway. But still he wouldn't tell her. It did lead to an energetic, though short lived fuck, something that hadn't happened in over two weeks, and although David ejaculated within the first ten strokes at least she went to sleep with a smile on her face. David looked back at her for a moment and said "Sure honey, why do you ask?" She shrugged her shoulders a little and said "Well it's just you've been a little distracted recently, like your mind was troubled by something? Now all of a sudden you're bubbling?" David sighed and gave her a broad smile, "It's nothing bad hun, and I know I've been holding out on telling you where we're going and why." He stood up to walk over to her, took her in his arms and held her close, breathing in her perfume as he kissed the top of her head. "Honey, everything will be ok. I know we owe a little too much on our credit cards, and I've had to turn you down for some things I considered too expensive. But not any more: we're going out to dinner tonight as guests of my Chief Executive. I've been promoted to Senior Sales Manager -- on nearly twice the salary!" She looked up at him open-mouthed and gasped "You're not joking are you?" She giggled wildly, then said "So you'll buy me lots of those expensive holidays and clothes I need?" At that, David growled and playfully slapped her on the butt, which sent her squealing across the bedroom to escape further punishment. "Steady tiger!" she laughed, "you can't afford that particular service, even on your new salary!" "Oh yeah?" laughed David, "Let's see about that! I seem to remember we have a wedding contract, and I'm sure it's in the small print." Jennifer looked at the growing bulge in his shorts and said "Better get your trousers on stud, or we'll be late for dinner. If you're a good boy, I'll let you have something special for dessert." David groaned loudly, "Oh honey, I don't think I can wait that long!" She looked at the tent that had formed in the front of his shorts, "Hmmm, I guess you'll be pestering me all through dinner if I don't sort you out?" she said, with mock frustration. Before he could answer she went over to him and took a firm hold on his cock, stroking it through the thin material. David's eyes widened and he grinned, "So you're going to take care of that for me?" Jennifer knelt in front of him and unzipped his fly, gently pulling his hard cock out into the open. While not the biggest cock she'd ever seen, it was a good six inches and hard as a rock. Tenderly, she ran her fingers up and down the length of the shaft, all the while maintaining eye contact with her husband then with slow, deliberate action she started to lick his cock from top to bottom. Her tongue circled all around the swollen head until he moaned out loud, "Oh God yes! Suck it!" She sucked the head into her mouth, stroking up and down its length with her slim fingers. David felt her tongue swirling around his aching shaft, driving him wild with desire. He took a hold of her head and pushed her down on his hard cock, hips frantically fucking his engorged tool deep into her throat. He couldn't withstand it a moment longer -- "Ahhhhhh!!!" he shouted, as his hot sperm hit the back of his wife's mouth and went right down her throat and into her stomach. Lovingly, she sucked every last drop out of it before coming up for air. "Now", she said with a sexy chuckle, "will you please take me out to dinner, Mister Senior Sales thingy?" Jennifer scooted David away while she completed her dressing and makeup, telling him firmly to "move himself", lest they be late. The taxi turned up at 7pm prompt, ready to take them to the company dinner. David, who by now was dressed in black suit, black shirt and charcoal tie, called up stairs "Honey get a move on, the cab is here!" "Tell him two minutes!" she shouted back. David muttered a gentle curse under his breath but promptly did as he was told. Just as he finished explaining to the driver, he looked back towards the house and saw his wife framed in the doorway. She was wearing a plain black silk dress, spaghetti strapped at the top, and coming down to just above her knees. With matching pearl earrings and necklace, she looked as near perfection as it was possible to get. The cabbie's voice tore his eyes away from her "Is that your wife there?" he said, whistling appreciatively. David nodded. "Definitely worth the wait then" the cabbie grinned. David's boss, James McFarlane, watched the couple as they alighted from the taxi. He had been standing in the restaurant entrance, taking in some cool evening air when it arrived, and he smiled as he recognised David and his luscious wife. It took about 2 to 3 minutes for David to pay the fare, and in that time he had run an appreciative eye over the body of Mrs Jennifer Smith. Most of the other guests were already here, and James knew without doubt that Jennifer was the hottest of the women here tonight. More importantly she was the object of the whole exercise, certainly as far as James was concerned. The restaurant he'd chosen as tonight's venue was a secluded and impressive looking "Hacienda" style building, set in about three acres of landscaped grounds, with external dining area and large car park to the rear. It gave the impression of an exclusive country club, and James used it whenever he wished to impress. Tonight he wished to impress Jennifer Smith, and he made a mental note to arrange for her husband's first out of town assignment at the earliest opportunity. He smiled genially as they walked towards him, which both David and Jennifer took at face value. They smiled back, and David said "Hi James! This is my wife Jennifer." James reached out and took Jennifer's outstretched hand and said "Hello, I finally get the pleasure of meeting Mrs Smith at last." Jennifer's small hand was engulfed by James' huge paw, easily twice the size of hers. It was then she noticed that he was physically big in all respects: standing around 6'3" and weighing over 200 pounds, broad shoulders and athletic build, with short dark hair and white smile against his tanned skin. Under other circumstances, Jennifer thought wistfully, she would have had him top of her "to do" list. Jennifer, flushed at the compliment, smiled warmly at him. "Thank you sir, I'm pleased to meet you too". Still holding her hand, James said "Now none of that "sir" business -- my name is James. Come, the others are drinking inside, and we should go in and order before they get too wasted to eat!" Laughing, they moved inside to the bar area where James began the process of introductions. David, of course, was known to most of the party but there were one or two senior directors he hadn't yet encountered, so James started them with a group of sales colleagues nearer to David's new status. Just before he left them, James said to David and Jennifer "Now don't be afraid to order whatever you like, at least as far as eating and drinking is concerned." He smiled conspiratorially at them both. "Now David has his new status to think of, maybe champagne would be a good place to start?" They all laughed, and David said he'd be sure to order the Dom Perignon immediately. James smiled broadly, told them to enjoy, and then walked to the far side of the restaurant, where the senior directors were gathered. He would take David to the senior directors later, which would give him time alone to talk to Jennifer. Although he hadn't met her before, he had seen photographs of her at the time that David was originally hired by the company. As Chief Executive, James had the final say in recruitment and he made it his business to scrutinise everyone's application process. This wasn't absolutely necessary from a business perspective, but James had been most successful over the years in increasing turnover at any company he joined. Few knew the secret of his success, and he liked it that way, but in a very short while one more person would be in on the secret -- the delectable Mrs Smith. It had been her photograph that secured David the initial job, not his resume or qualifications. He was competent enough, but nothing outstanding: his wife on the other hand was truly outstanding, with model looks and brains as well. It hadn't taken much detective work to establish she'd had a university education in business studies, and had passed with honours. The date of their marriage coincided with the end of her education, so it was obvious she'd given up a bright future to play dutiful and loving housewife. But there were no children after seven years? James was prepared to bet that some of the initial shine had worn off, and life as housewife was becoming more than a little stale. Not that she had been cheating on her husband - nothing in James' comprehensive digging had unearthed any indication of that - but human nature was human nature. Very soon she would be put on the horns of a moral dilemma, and James was quietly confident he knew what her reaction would be. After about 20 minutes of small talk everyone took their seats and the dinner began. Two hours later, when the plates were cleared away and dance music started, James went to find David and Jennifer. They were at a table, talking to a group of other sales executives, when James tapped David on the shoulder and said "Hey, that's enough fun for you for one evening! I must take you to meet our two senior directors -- and don't worry about Jennifer, I'll make sure she isn't bored while you're busy." Without further delay James ushered David to the far side of the room and left him talking to John Thornton and Malcolm Parker. They were senior alright, but not as influential as James and were under strict orders to keep him talking for at least an hour. James excused himself and went straight back to where Jennifer was sitting. He smiled down at her and said "Excuse me pretty lady, would you care to dance with me?" Jennifer threw her head back and laughed, completely relaxed now as a result of the champagne she'd just drunk. "Oh I think that can be arranged" she smiled, "I love dancing and this happens to be my favourite tune." James followed her onto the dance floor, admiring the way her hips swayed as she moved. Just at that moment the music changed to a slower, Latin beat so he took hold of her and pulled her in close. She did not hesitate at all, taking hold of his shoulder and hand, allowing her body to press up close against him. James let his right hand perch just at the point where Jennifer's back curved out and became her ass. He could feel every movement of her hips as they swayed to the music, and was able to control the amount of distance between them. He looked at her and smiled. "Are you enjoying this evening?" Jennifer looked up into his deep blue eyes and felt a surge of warmth. "Yes, I'm loving every minute!" she giggled. "That's good" said James, "we always aim to please on these occasions." He was aware of the effect that her gently moving body and sensuous perfume were having on him, and allowed a little more distance so that his growing erection wouldn't be too noticeable. He regarded the pretty face that looked up at him and smiled. "Mrs Smith, you dance beautifully. I guess David is a lucky man to have a dance partner like you." Jennifer gave a warm throaty chuckle and said "Hell no! First of all, I can't dance, even though I love it, and second neither can David." She paused, then said "But I could certainly get used to evenings like this. And you should call me Jenny, not Mrs Smith!" James raised her right hand to his lips and kissed it "Your wish is my command, Jenny!" Jennifer laughed and blushed, obviously pleased at the attention she was getting from David's boss. They danced close for a few moments, then James said "Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" Jennifer looked at him quizzically, "No, not at all. Go right ahead." James chose his words carefully "Jenny, you know your husband is extremely lucky to get the job as senior sales executive, don't you?" She stopped dancing and just looked at him, "I don't know what you mean?" "Jenny, you know he isn't really qualified to get the promotion, don't you?" said James. Her voice faltered "What are you saying?" Sensing the moment was getting too tense for the dance floor, James said "Let's go outside for a while, there's something we need to discuss." This time James led the way, and Jennifer followed him out of the restaurant's French windows and on to the large patio, which was deserted except for one couple, locked in their own conversation at the far end. The whole area was in darkness, illuminated only by the glow of small lights set in the flower borders at the edge of the tabled area. The air outside was warm and scented, and James took a deep breath of it before speaking. Jennifer beat him to it though. "What do you mean he isn't qualified?" she said tersely. They had reached the edge of the patio, by a balustrade wall which separated it from the car park. James leant against the wall, which was just below hip height for him. He looked at her steadily and said "Jenny, there's something you need to be clear about. I didn't hire your husband because of his sales ability; I hired him because of you. I've done my research and I know you have a business qualification, so you'll understand what I'm telling you." She stared at him for a moment and said "I don't think I'm going to like where this is going, am I?" James looked thoughtful, "I suppose that depends on what you really want, and how much you want to do to get it?" Jennifer's body tensed and she took a slight step back from James. "What I like is none of your business" she snapped, "and if you're suggesting I'd do anything improper behind my husband's back, I'll complain about this!" James contained his urge to grin, forcing himself to keep a straight face. "Complain to whom exactly? And what would you complain about? You haven't heard what I've got to say yet." Jennifer's composure began to crumble, and she stuttered "But, but, you were implying you wanted me to..." James cut her off "I think you'd better hear me out first, don't you?" He motioned to a table and chairs by the wall and they sat down. "Listen Jenny, I run a very successful business operation and for that my Board of Directors are very grateful. They rely on me to keep the money rolling in, and as long as it does they don't give a flying fuck how I manage it as long as there's no legal comeback. Are you with me so far?" Jennifer nodded. "The thing that wins business is closing a deal, and knowing what the opposition is planning to do. In my experience, it's mostly guys that are in the decision-making roles, and it's guys that need to be convinced, and the best way to do that is get their attention." Jennifer sat with her hands clasped tight in her lap, as if too scared to make any movement at all. She almost whispered "So where do I figure in all this, and what does that have to do with David?" Price of Promotion Ch. 02 This is the continuation of "Price of Promotion", and you may wish to read that first to get the full story. It concerns Jennifer Smith and her husband David, who has recently been promoted to Senior Sales Manager. David's boss, James McFarlane, has invited them to a celebration dinner at which all three newly appointed Senior Managers, their partners, and Senior Company staff are present. James arranges for David to be distracted, made drunk, and in the meantime seduces Jennifer by offering to secure both hers and David's futures as long as she agrees to "work" for him as a "personal assistant". In reality, this means she must be prepared to fuck clients, business contacts, or anyone that James decides is useful to the Company's interests. Despite her initial reaction, Jennifer capitulates and allows James to fuck her as she agrees to go along with the deal. You must make up your own mind as to the wisdom of this choice. Remember though, this is a work of pure fiction. None of the characters are real, although I have had personal experience of similar actions and outcomes for others. If you do not like adult, highly sexual story telling, this will not be for you -- feel free to move on to another story. If you do enjoy that kind of thing, I hope you like this second effort of mine. Enjoy! ********************* *********************** Jennifer relaxed in her seat and looked across the table at the slumped form of her husband David. He appeared fast asleep, his black shirt undone at the collar, tie missing, and mouth hanging slack as he snored gently. Their table was empty apart from them, and the restaurant was fast emptying of its clientele. The atmosphere had changed, as it always does at this point in any such event, from the business of pleasure to the business of departure, and the slight air of melancholy that goes with it. David snorted, twitched, then sank back into his dreamless slumber. Jennifer was part embarrassed but mostly pleased by this: she had had more than a few glasses of champagne by now, but was nowhere near flat out drunk like her husband. Mind you, he had demolished at least a bottle and a half of champagne to her certain knowledge, and it was no surprise he was in a state of collapse! After all, this was his big night, and he was entitled to be drunk. The other consideration was the course of action she had taken part in this evening while her husband's back was turned. David's boss, James McFarlane, had taken her outside the restaurant to a private area, propositioned her, seduced her -- and she had allowed him to fuck her! There was no escaping that fact: she had let him put his long, hard cock into her pussy and fill it with his sperm. Just thinking about what they had done, not two hours ago, made her flush with embarrassment. It also made her pussy damp again, and a thrill of remembrance and expectation grew inside her. She still could not fully comprehend how this had happened so easily. Never in a million years would she have even thought it would be so easy to betray their wedding vows. There were many occasions in the past when she had criticised others for less. Gossiping with girlfriends, and condemning the actions of other women who had been caught cheating on their partners -- sluts, trollops, and cock-hungry whores. She had slaughtered their characters with the best of them; but now here she was, having done the self same thing she and her cronies had professed to despise. The sound of James' voice snapped her out of her trance. "Jenny, are you ok? The cabs are here now and its time for you and David to go home." "Oh, yes, sorry!" she said, dragging her mind back to the present. "Do you think you could help me get him to the cab? He's in no condition to walk and I can't carry him." James looked at her soft, pleading eyes and smiled. "Of course I'll help. In fact, if you give me a minute or two I'll get everything sorted." Jennifer watched him walk away towards the reception area and admired the grace and athleticism of his movement. Even under his dinner suit, it was possible to discern his muscular build. She had felt those hard muscles during their outdoor sex, although they had remained fully clothed for the most part. Unconsciously she licked her lips as her memory flashed back to his beautiful and hard cock. Within a few minutes James returned, complete with two male helpers. They moved to David's chair and lifted him up gently -- he didn't react at all to their presence. Taking an arm each, they walked him towards the exit, dragging his feet across the deep-piled carpet. James took hold of Jennifer's arm as she stood up and held her back as she began to walk after them. "I've had a word with the cab driver, and he'll be driving David home with us following behind." "But what about..." Jennifer's words were cut short, as James said quickly "Hush! Relax, everything is under control. David is too drunk too notice what's happening, and if he throws up the cab will not be a pleasant place to be! I've given the cab driver a large tip so he's happy, and we can drive right behind in my car -- ok?" Jennifer shrugged, "Sure, I guess you have a point." "I do" said James, "and you seen it up close tonight already!" It took about half a second for it to register, but then she broke out into fits of giggles. "You are disgusting James McFarlane!" she squealed, punching him in the arm. "Yeah -- but made you laugh though, didn't I?" James put his arm around her waist as they made their way towards the exit. As they stood in the cool night air, Jennifer shivered a little, and James pulled her in closer. "The cab's just over there on the left." He nodded across in the direction of the waiting vehicle, "Go over and tell the driver your address, then come to my car over there." Again he nodded, this time to the right, towards a black Mercedes parked opposite the restaurant's main entrance. Jennifer made her way across the gravelled forecourt and told the cab driver the address, apologising for her husband's drunken state. "No problem Lady!" he said with a broad smile, "we get this all the time. Don't worry, I'll get him home safe and sound." Jennifer thanked him once again and turned to walk over towards James' car. As she drew closer she had time to appreciate the look of the ride that was waiting for her. It was fantastic -- sleek, sporty, black as night and with beautiful silver alloy wheels. This was a two-seater car that looked as big as a sedan, and just oozed class. James opened the passenger door for her, watching appreciatively as her legs parted as she sat and swung them into the compartment. The dark, leather and brushed aluminium interior engulfed her. Jennifer sank into the passenger seat, feeling it envelop her, cosseting and comforting, like a lover's embrace. James jumped into the driver's seat and fired up the powerful V12 engine, which roared instantly into life. They took off after the departing cab, gliding down the drive to the road junction, then out onto the deserted highway. "Mmmmm" said Jennifer, "I love this car of yours. What is it?" "It's a Mercedes SL65 AMG" said James proudly, "and I get a buzz every time I sit behind this wheel." "I can see why" said Jennifer. She looked around the cabin, noting how like an airplane cockpit it felt, bathed in an eerie blue light from the car's dashboard. "Guess it must have cost a lot of money?" "You bet it did!" said James. "Best part of one hundred thousand, but worth every cent for the way it makes you feel." James looked over at Jennifer, who was obviously still grasping the size of the pile of money this car represented. "Jenny, you should get used to this kind of luxury. You'll be travelling first class while you work for me, I'll make certain of that. And if you play your cards right it won't be long before you'll be able to afford all the good things you've ever dreamed of owning." Out of the corner of his eye, James saw Jennifer look at him. She smiled playfully and said "I think I could get used to this." She giggled, "Get rich or die tryin'!" "So, you're a 50-Cent fan then?" said James. Jennifer nodded "Uh huh! I love that heavy beat music. Always gets me in a good mood!" "What kind of a mood are you in now?" asked James. Jennifer slid down further into her seat, letting the leather upholstery tug at her dress and exposing her legs, so that the tops of her hold-up stockings were now on view. She reached a hand across to James' lap and placed it in his crotch. Her fingers tightened over his bulge, and she parted her legs a little more as she whispered "Why don't you find out?" James left one hand on the steering wheel while the other reached over to Jennifer, caressing the nylon of her stocking before moving up beneath the hem of her dress. His fingers touched the material of her panties for the second time that night, and they were freshly moist. Jennifer moaned softly, and her hips began to grind slow as his hand cupped her pussy. Her fingers gently grazed over James' erection, straining against the cloth of his suit pants. James' fingers slid inside the gusset and stroked across Jennifer's hot opening; teasing, probing softly, finding the hole and then inserting two digits right inside of her. He felt the prickle of her pubic hair against his palm, as she pushed herself onto his fingers. Her legs drew wider apart, allowing him to get deepr inside. "Oh yeah!" she breathed, "that's it! Keep doing it just like that!" Jennifer groaned softly as James pleasured her, her breathing becoming quicker and more ragged as he fingered her sopping wet pussy. Her grip on his cock tightened, and she began to stroke him faster through his pants, causing him to swerve slightly as his grip on the steering wheel became desperate. Suddenly the brake lights of the cab in front flared, as the vehicle turned off the main highway. Jennifer gasped as James fingers suddenly deserted her cleft, so that he could brake and turn the Mercedes into the corner to follow the cab. Jennifer sighed and said "Looks like we're nearly there. My house is just a short way down this road." She levered herself up in the seat and straightened out her dress, smoothing the material beneath her long slim fingers. Both cars came to a halt outside, a short walk from the front door. James asked Jennifer to go ahead and open up while he and the cab driver brought in David. No more than 20 minutes had passed since they had left the restaurant, and David was still out for the count. The two men carried him up to the front door, then followed Jennifer as she led the way upstairs and to their bedroom. At her instruction they laid him on the bed, then made their way downstairs again, leaving Jennifer to take his shoes off and pull a cover over his unconscious frame. Satisfying herself that David was fast asleep and in no danger of rolling off the bed, Jennifer walked to the bedroom door, turning back briefly to check his condition. Her heart felt a brief pang of regret as she looked down at David's collapsed form, but she immediately suppressed it. What was done was done - there was no going back now. Satisfying herself that he was out cold, she turned off the light and closed the door behind her. By the time she reached the hallway, James was closing the door on the departing cab. "I gave the guy a bigger tip" he said, "considering the extra work he's had to do." "Thank you" said Jennifer, "that was a nice thing to do." They stood silently in the hallway, staring at each other, and the look of desire in Jennifer's eyes told James that she was just as eager as he was to continue what they'd started in his car. He stepped forward quickly, pulling her close and mashing his mouth over hers' in a long, passionate kiss. Their tongues probed each other's mouths, mixing their saliva and breath as their hands fumbled with each other's clothes. Jennifer's fingers moved up to James collar and popped open his shirt buttons one by one, at the same time James found and then unzipped the back of her dress. Jennifer let her arms fall to her sides as the dress dropped down, forming a soft, black satin pool around her feet. Still locked in their kiss, James felt Jennifer pull his shirt from his shoulders which he shrugged until it came off, joining her dress on the floor. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her to him before lifting her up and carrying her into the adjacent living room. Standing in front of the huge leather sofa, James set her down and Jennifer's fingers, now busy once again, set about unfastening James' belt and undoing his zip. His pants were quickly discarded along with his socks and shoes, and he ran his hands up her sides, making her moan with pleasure as they closed over her breasts, kneading and squeezing them through the thin material of her strapless bra. He felt both nipples harden under his touch, becoming erect and enlarged. James unhooked the bra, letting her full, soft breasts hang loose in front of him. He lowered his head and took a dark brown nipple into his mouth, sucking it lovingly, then flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Jennifer went wild, forcing her breast into James' mouth, grasping the back of his head and crying out as he teased her now rock-hard buds. James' hands continued to hold each breast as he sucked, squeezing both fleshy globes as his mouth moved from one to the other, kissing around them, then biting gently until Jennifer purred in delight. James hands moved down to find the top of Jennifer's tiny lacy panties, and he glanced down to watch as he slow peeled and revealed the neat patch of her pubic hair, as the material freed itself from the cleft of her pussy. He kissed both of her tits once more, before squatting down on his haunches, sliding the panties down her silky smooth thighs and to the floor. Jennifer eased up one foot after the other to allow her panties to be removed, while running her fingers through James' hair as he buried his nose in her pubic mound, breathing in her scent. He kissed her there, then stood up to tug at his own boxers until they too were on the ground, and kicked them away. He held her face between his hands and kissed her -- her lips, her eyes, her cheeks, his mouth reaching her ear where he whispered "Lie down on the sofa honey, I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours." Jennifer ran her hands over James' naked ass, kissing him softly on the lips, then sat down onto the sofa and laid back, letting her long, shapely legs fall wide apart. James' cock stood rigid to attention as he viewed the scene of sheer wantonness before him: Jennifer was naked, save for the black high heel shoes and sheer nylon hold ups she was wearing, and her hands moved down to the pussy, stroking herself and pulling open her puffy, swollen cunt lips. Here was the pretty young wife of his employee, lying there and opening up her cunt for him, inviting him to use it for his own sexual gratification. The depravity of it made him catch his breath for just one moment, until Jennifer's words took his entire attention. "Eat me James," she pleaded, "please eat my pussy." James dropped to his knees between her outstretched thighs, placing his hands inside her knees and pushing them even further apart. He brought his head down until his mouth was barely inches from her slit. He could see the pink, glistening insides, leaking out her juices. Tenderly he kissed the swollen nub of her engorged clit, breathing in the sweet aroma of her sex as he ran his tongue along the length of her cunt. His tongue teased and played around her opening, sucking the soft, velvet folds of her cunt lips into his mouth until Jennifer's back arched and she cried out, giving voice to the burning desire his tongue was creating. James moved his hands further up her inner thighs, gaping her even wider, fully exposing her and allowing his tongue full access to her pulsing wet cunt and puckered, tight little asshole. He looked up along the length of her flat stomach and into her eyes. Her beautiful face, framed by the hanging curtains of her long, dark blond hair, gazed back down at him. Her eyes half closed, burning with pure lust. Jennifer pursed her lips as if to kiss him, and he stuck out his tongue and pushed it hard up her, working it in and out in a fucking motion. "Oh God!" cried Jennifer, as his hot tongue invaded the sweet depths of her pussy, pushing and probing until his nose was jammed hard against her clit. Her hips moved involuntarily, rocking against the pressure of his tongue as it wormed deep inside her. James felt her whole body begin to shake as he lapped and sucked the juices right out of her cunt, as she begged him to make her cum. His tongue lapped up her flowing juice, then worked on down to her tight little brown ring, flicking and teasing around the rim. "Ooooooohhhh!! You bastard!" moaned Jennifer, her cunt squirting her hot, sticky juice as she felt his tongue probe her virgin asshole. He kissed her cunt tenderly one last time before raising himself up, and bringing the head of his rampant cock up to meet her dripping wet pussy. Jennifer felt the head of James' cock touch her cunt lips, as he slid it up and down, forcing them to part, rubbing it over her clit and making her gasp. "Put your cock in me" sighed Jennifer, opening her legs and pulling her knees up towards her chest. "Please James, stick it to me now!" He stared hard into her eyes and slowly lowered his hips, dropping his cock head down until it found her gaping hole, then brutally forced its length into her hot, tight snatch. Jennifer's eyes widened and she sucked in a deep breath, forming her lips into a perfect pout. She felt every inch of its length buried deep in her, every ridge and pulsing vein. James began to fuck his big cock in and out of her pussy, relentlessly pounding her and making her squeal with every thrust. "You want this?" he panted, "want my dirty cock inside your cunt?" Jennifer's hands reached up and locked behind James' neck, as her hips bucked and squirmed beneath the onslaught of his man meat. It felt so good inside her, and she raised herself up to bring her lips to his ear, licking and kissing it, saying "Yes baby, I love your cock -- fuck me with it, split me in two." Their bodies were now coated in a thin film of sweat, and Jennifer felt a trickle of their love juices flow from her and down into the crack of her ass. James levered himself so he was off the floor, both of them lying along the length of the sofa, Jennifer's legs wrapped around his waist. They kissed passionately as the tempo of their fucking increased; a hypnotic, steady, pounding rhythm beat out by their hips as they smashed into each other. On each stroke, James withdrew all but the very tip of his dick, then plunged it back inside, slamming against her cervix as his balls slapped hard against Jennifer's asshole. "Fuck.. me.. nnngghh..fuckme..mmmhhh!!!" Jennifer gasped as she kissed him urgently, never breaking contact with his soft lips. "I'll fuck you baby" gasped James, "fuck you 'til you can't cum anymore!" His words were like an electric shock, sending Jennifer spinning out of control. She felt a surge of heat in her pussy as her orgasm began to grow. James felt her body stiffen, as she grabbed his neck tight and locked her legs around him, holding him deep within her cunt as it exploded with mind numbing ecstasy. James held on, waiting for her orgasm to subside, then whispered close to her ear. "I want to cum in your mouth." Unable to speak, Jennifer nodded, her eyes warm and bright at the prospect. James started to fuck her pussy hard, her legs falling open again as he raced towards his own climax. The brutal fucking lasted no more than a minute before he reared up, pulling out his rock hard cock and moved it up the length of her torso. Hungrily Jennifer took the head into her mouth, sucking and licking it as he now fucked her face. James hands were braced on the arm of the sofa, allowing him to hold his weight from Jennifer. She ran her hands up the back of his thick, muscular legs and found his ass cheeks, massaging them and pulling on them, forcing his cock into her hot mouth. She heard him growl and grow tense: his cock twitched and grew bigger as the first jet of hot, sticky sperm blasted into her mouth and down her throat. His asscheeks clenched tight as he pumped more and more of his seed into her hungry mouth. Price of Promotion Ch. 02 "Ohhh Fuuucck!!!!" he cried, "Suck it! Swallow all my load" Jennifer looked up into James' contorted face, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked out every last drop of his cum, swirling her tongue around his throbbing cock as it remained wedged firmly in her mouth. She reached her hands round and began to massage James' ball sack, working it between her fingers as she let the softening cock plop out from her lips and lay across her cheek, covering her face right up to her forehead. She kissed up and down the underside of his shaft, lazily flicking her tongue over the taught skin, cleaning up every last trace of the juices from his cock. Looking deep into James' eyes, she licked up to the underside of his cock head, then back down to his scrotum, caressing the hairy wrinkled skin with her tongue tip, then opening her lips and sucking each ball in turn into her mouth. "Did you like that honey?" asked Jennifer. "Mmmmmm... yesss!" said James. Jennifer slowly wanked his softening prick and smiled. "I love the taste of your cum." James carefully unstraddled Jennifer's shoulders, and lay down next to her. He kissed her full on her luscious lips, letting his tongue taste the remains of their mutual passion. He smiled as he noticed the lack of any moisture on the sofa beneath her head. "I guess you did enjoy me baby -- you didn't spill a drop of me!" As they kissed, their hands continued to explore each others' bodies, fingertips tracing lines along breasts, backs, down along each others' stomachs until they were both fondling each others' pubic mounds. Lips and tongues locked into more tender kisses, all urgent passion now spent. Jennifer broke off and spoke softly. "You'd better be going soon, I don't want my husband waking up and finding us like this." "Ok," said James, "I'll get dressed and leave you to sort things out here." Jennifer rose from the couch and looked around for her panties. Finding them on the floor, she wiggled them back on and headed towards her dress, which she also retrieved and stepped into. Managing to pull the zip most of the way up, she felt James' hands touch her fingers and move the zip up the last few inches. He was back in his shirt and pants by now, smiling broadly at her, eyes twinkling. "You look very happy about something." teased Jennifer. James laughed. "I'm just thinking of the next job I may have for you." He pulled her close and stared down at her upturned face. "Don't make any plans for next week Jenny, I may want you to come to my office most days. I'll be sending David on his first assignment as Senior Manager. He'll be gone for about 7 days from Monday." Jennifer felt the stirring of his manhood, amazed at his powers of recovery. She put a hand on his bulge and squeezed it. "I think I know what you might have in mind for that job you were talking about!" Reluctantly, James kissed her one last time "I'll see you in my office on Monday, say about 1pm? I'll introduce you as my new PA and we can have some lunch, then go shopping." "Shopping?" enquired Jennifer, somewhat intrigued by the possibility. "Yes" said James, "I want to buy you some working clothes, if you know what I mean? And show you your new office." He smiled mysteriously, and headed for the front door. Jennifer followed, taking hold of the door handle as he passed through, watching him stroll towards his car. He turned and waved, mouthing the words "I'll see you on Monday", before unlocking the car door and getting inside to drive away. She watched the taillights disappear down the street before finally closing the door. In the silence of the hallway she noticed the ticking of the clock -- it was 3.05am. She looked up the staircase towards the upstairs landing, and the corridor that led to the master bedroom. How much of the night had really been about helping David, and how much was about helping herself? And do I give a fuck, she mused? In other circumstances the thought might have made her laugh, but mostly she now felt uneasy. Jennifer was just too tired to dwell on the morality of it. That would have to come later, right now she needed to shower, remove all evidence of sexual activity, and get some sleep. To be continued... Price of Promotion James leaned forward across the table and said quietly "I want you to be the one to help me get the guys' interest." "Looks like my first reaction was correct -- this is all about sex, isn't it?" said Jennifer coldly. "It's always possible that it might not involve that" said James "but I'd be amazed if it didn't. Men are men, and when faced with someone as beautiful as you they become, well, pliable." She gave him a look that would freeze hot water, and said "So you want me to be a whore for your company? Well I'm no whore, and you can stick your company hospitality!" She stood up, blazing angry and turned on her heel. "Stop!" said James "and hear the rest of what I have to say. There'll be plenty of opportunity for you to stomp out afterwards, if that's what you decide to do." Reluctantly, Jennifer turned back to face him but did not sit. "Alright then, but if you think I can be bought you're wrong. And it's illegal! And I'm telling the police!" "Calm down Jenny" said James. "Come on" he said softly, "please sit and let me finish." Jennifer sat down again and stared at the handsome, yet cruel face across the table. James continued. "First, I don't think you're a whore. Whores sell their bodies and the fuck is the whole of the business. What I'm talking about is you being prepared to do whatever it takes to close a deal." He saw her mouth start to open and said "Wait please, I've more to say. I hired your husband because eventually I wanted to make you a job offer, to become part of my company's marketing team. Unorthodox and bizarre though that might seem to you, that's just what you'll be. I'll be paying you to meet clients, win them over, and then keep them onside. Help us beat the opposition to the business, by having them sign with us or stay with us once they've signed. You are very beautiful and intelligent, and you know what I'm saying makes business sense, even if the morality is suspect." James paused, then reached out and took hold of Jennifer's hands. "It is entirely legal though, because at no time do you get paid to have sex with anyone. You do it, or not, because you choose to do so -- because you decide if it's necessary to to win the business. And no, I can't just hire a hooker to do this for us." "I know" said Jennifer, "you couldn't trust them to do exactly what you wanted." James smiled at her, "You see, I told you that you're smart. And that's precisely the point -- I need someone who can make the right decision, and who works only for me. I need to be able to trust." James stood up and walked around the table, then hunkered down next to Jennifer, resting his hand on her knee. "And I know I could trust you, because you'd be doing it for a solid reason -- looking after your own best interest, including David." She pushed his hand off and said bitterly "So you're going to fire my husband if I don't do what you want?" "No" said James, "no I'm not going to fire him. But neither will I be doing him any favours either. Why should I? Like I said, you know he hasn't really got the qualifications or experience needed, and although none of the three senior sales guys know this, they'll be chasing two jobs only at the end of the trial period. One of them has to go, and if I'm absolutely fair, then it should be an open competition which David would probably lose. But if you want to make sure he doesn't, you're going to have to persuade me to break a few rules." He watched intently as Jennifer considered her position. Her face was set like a stone mask, beautiful but cold. Her breathing was slightly laboured, her pert and rounded breasts straining at the thin material of her dress as she drew in air. Her mind was spinning, trying to take in the enormity of what was being proposed. She knew that her husband was happier than she had seen him since their wedding day, and if he lost this job he might be devastated. But here was his boss, offering her the chance to remove all doubt, as long as she became the company "business extras". The company slut! James again placed his hand on her knee, but this time she didn't attempt to remove it. "So you'll make sure he keeps the promotion?" she sighed. "Yes" said James. "And I'll be hired by the company too?" James grinned inwardly -- he had her just where he wanted her! "Yes Jenny, and on an extremely attractive salary, plus bonuses - you may end up earning much more than David, but I'd be inclined to keep that between ourselves. A personal assistant couldn't officially be that well paid. David must not be made aware of this deal, or how he actually got his job. It would hurt him badly if he knew or suspected it." Jennifer nodded silently, then sighed again "And when am I supposed to start doing this "work" for you?" Slowly, James applied pressure to her knee and she slowly uncrossed her legs. His hand slid up the inside of her thighs, caressing the warm nylon-clad skin. She bit her bottom lip and her body tensed as his fingers reached the top of her stockings. James said "You can start right now. I need to know if you can do this, without any hesitation. Some can, some can't, even if they think they're strong minded enough. Now, don't try to stop me, whatever I do to you in the next few minutes. If you stop me, the deal is off. And don't worry, no-one can see what we're doing here." Unnoticed by her, James had already signalled to his two assistants that he wished privacy, and so the couple at the far end of the patio had silently withdrawn, closing the French doors behind them. Slowly, his hand moved beyond her stocking tops, well under her dress and glided over the soft, pliant flesh of her inner thighs. His fingers grazed the flimsy material of her thin panties, as he gently used the back of his index finger to trace along the outline of her pussy lips. Jennifer's legs parted involuntarily as her back arched, and she moaned softly into her bitten lip. Gradually, he increased the pressure of his finger as he rubbed her hot little clit through the lacy material. Moisture began seeping through the crotch of her panties, and her pussy juice coated his finger tips. Never taking his eyes from hers, he wormed his fingers into the edge of her panties and slid underneath, finding her wet, throbbing pussy already gaping open for him. He teased all around her outer lips, then slowly inserted a thick finger between them and pushed it right up inside her. By now, Jennifer's body was on fire with lust as she began to writhe and grind her hips against James' probing digit. James whispered "Does that feel good?" Jennifer's breathing was becoming ragged, and she merely moaned in response. He curled his finger upwards, seeking the tender, sweet spot just inside her pulsing tunnel and she gasped as he struck pay-dirt. She dropped lower in the chair and spread her legs wider, then grabbed the back of his head with her right hand. "Don't stop!" she gasped, "even if someone comes." "Don't worry, I've made sure they won't" said James, his hand now speeding up as he finger fucked her hot, tight little cunt. Jennifer felt the fire in her pussy spread throughout her whole body as her first orgasm started to build. Suddenly she pulled James' head fiercely towards her, his lips closing tightly over hers as their tongues met. She sucked his tongue passionately as he added a second large finger to her hot, hungry cunt. Her juices were dripping down his hand, making soft squelching sounds as his fingers plundered her gooey snatch. The scent of Jennifer's cunt filled James' nostrils, and his hard cock strained against the crotch of his suit pants. "You like this baby?" he whispered, not breaking the kiss. "Yesssss!" she hissed. "Suck my cock baby, right now!" he ordered. He rose to his feet unsteadily, withdrawing his fingers from deep within Jennifer as he brought his crotch close to her face. "Take it out and suck it" he said, looking into her eyes as she fumbled to unzip him. He felt her fingers reach inside and stroke his cock through his underwear, then pull the waistband down and free his aching member. His straining cock snapped out, bobbing just a few inches above her upturned face, and she gasped at the size and thickness of it. It was much bigger and thicker than David's, and her lust intensified at the thought of how it would feel inside her. Her small hand wrapped around its girth, but only just, and she slowly worked the uncircumcised dick between her soft fingers. She pulled it down towards her waiting mouth and kissed the tip. Jennifer extended her tongue and licked a bead of precum from it, then slowly sucked the engorged, purple head into her mouth and swirled her tongue over its velvety surface. James extended his arm and reinserted his fingers in her pussy, while Jenny continued devouring his cock. Her mouth was on fire, sucking and licking like crazy as his fingers rammed into her. He looked down and saw her legs splayed obscenely, her cunt glistening with moisture. Jennifer took hold of his hips and pull him in, forcing more of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Inch by inch he watched as it slowly disappeared, until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He held still for several seconds, then she released and let his cock draw back so she could breathe. He pulled away and bent down to kiss her, tasting his own cock on her lips. He looked into her lust-filled eyes and said "Now I'm going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours." She said nothing as he moved between her outstretched thighs and knelt down. James gazed at the wanton display before him; Jennifer's cute little tuft of golden brown pubic hair, now damp with the juice from the glistening, pink slit. He noticed her dress was bunched up beneath her, and he gently caressed her outer thighs as he lifted them and slid her dress further up, so that her ass and pussy were now naked, except for her tiny black panties. He pulled the panties crotch aside and worked the head of his cock up and down Jennifer's wet slit, teasing her clit until she moaned with pleasure. He pressed his hips forward slightly, until the cock head parted her outer lips and buried itself an inch inside her. Suddenly, he thrust hard and drove it up to the hilt. Her face contorted in a mask of pure wanton desire as she felt the entire length of his erection stretch out her pussy. She screamed "YESSSS!!!!" as the fire inside her grew red hot. James felt her hands pulling his head down again as their mouths met in a passionate, deep kiss. He slammed his cock into her willing, open cunt faster and faster, as she fucked back hard onto his every stroke. "Oh fuck...fuck! So good!" she gasped, keeping time with his pounding of her red hot pussy. Her whole body went rigid and shook, as her orgasm ripped through her. She gripped James' head and nearly bit off his tongue as it probed her drooling mouth. She felt his cock expand as he arched his back and groaned loudly, burying his cock as deep as it would go. "I'm cumminnnng!!" he gasped, and squirted his hot, sticky sperm deep into her womb. They stayed absolutely still for long moments, staring into each others' eyes, their bodies still joined as the last waves of their orgasms subsided. Jennifer felt the hot, sticky flow of her own cunt juice and James' sperm leak out from around his still hard cock and run down the crack of her ass. James said softly "Jenny, are you alright?" She looked at him with a strange, almost detached look and in a quiet voice said "I think so -- considering I've just cheated on my husband for the first time." James brought a finger to his lips, kissed it, and then placed it gently over Jenny's soft mouth. "Shhhhh..." he whispered, "this is just a job now, and you are taking care of your husband's interests. You'll see how happy he is, now that he's got a chance of making real progress, and you have the power to make sure that continues." Her face softened slightly as she realised he was genuinely trying to ease her conscience. "We'd better get back to the party before we're missed" said Jennifer. James nodded and slowly pulled his softening cock from her dripping wet pussy. It made a quiet, plopping sound as it came out and the mass of sperm oozed out and fell onto the floor beneath. He leaned forward again and kissed her tenderly. James stood up and put his now flaccid cock back in his trousers and zipped up. He checked the front of his suit pants, but there was no trace of their fucking to be seen on him. He offered his hand to Jennifer, but she declined and spent a few moments using her fingers to clear the remaining cum as it dripped from her freshly used pussy. "Do you have a tissue?" she asked, and James gave her his handkerchief. Jennifer used it to clean up the remaining traces of sex, and rearranged her panties to cover her still throbbing pussy. She stood up and said "What shall I do with this?" indicating the damp cloth. James took it from her hand and said "I'll take care of that." With that, he took her arm and led her towards the restaurant windows. Just before they entered the main room, James stopped her by pulling gently on her arm. Jennifer looked at him and said "What is it?" "Just wanted to check that you're still ok with our arrangement?" She looked at him and gave a faint smile. "Yes, I am ok with it. Just as long as you keep your part of the bargain." To be continued...