Business Affairs

Honey -- Special Assignments

*** Nathan ***

The intercom buzzed.

"Nathan, your 11 o'clock appointment is here."

"What appointment? There's nothing on my schedule."

"I don't know. She said it was a last-minute thing."

Nathan had hoped to resolve a few business issues and leave early. It was his 35th birthday and if his wife hadn't runoff and divorced him, he would have enjoyed the family time: a birthday cake, some wine... and his 'annual' blowjob. As it was, he might go to a bar and get sloshed to forget his troubles, except he was even more morose drunk than sober. Maybe a nice dinner at an expensive restaurant instead. Best to get this impromptu appointment over with quickly and enjoy his afternoon off.

"Okay. Send her in."

The door opened and a fine-looking young lady entered his office. She was blonde, tall, knockout gorgeous, well dressed, although in a slutty secretary vogue. Her wavy hair was in a bun, her woman's suit tailored to hug her magnificent curves. She ambled across the office with a graceful high heeled step. She slowed and stood while he took her all in. He found his voice to ask his usual greeting.

"May I help you?"

"On the contrary, I'm here to help you."

His look of perplexity was her cue to continue the explanation.

"Sam sent me. He knows it's your birthday and said you might be missing a special marital duty."

She cocked an eyebrow, querying his recollection. Nathan sat back in his chair and search his memory.

'Sam? Do I know a Sam?'

His face lit up at the recognition. Sam was a business competitor but they were friendly foes. They often met at conventions and, after a day of soul dulling presentations and networking, they retired to where the liquor flowed freely at vendor hospitality rooms. He could only imagine the secrets he shared when drunk. One of which may have been his despair at the only once a year fellatio. Maybe Sam had remembered and graciously offered this fix.

Honey saw his expression change and knew he was ready for his birthday present.

"Should I lock the door?"

"Wait..."

He thumbed the intercom and dismissed his secretary for the day.

"Hey, Sheila. This meeting seems like it will take a while. I was going to leave after lunch anyway. Why don't you take the rest of the day off, too."

"Okay, sir. I do have some errands to run. Thanks, I will see you tomorrow."

They heard the noises from the outer office as Sheila packed up and left.

"So, young lady, what's your name?"

She fluffed her hair and pulled the pins holding the professionally looking bun. Her hair flowed down over her shoulders.

"Honey, like my hair color."

As she shared her moniker, she stepped into the open space in front of his desk, fingering her top blouse button. Her voice evoked a little tease as she continued.

"Can I show you some other things about me?"

"Sure. Enlighten me."

Honey plucked the button and then another. A hint of pressed cleavage came into view. She moved to her blazer and loosed the two buttons, letting the lapels fall open. Now Nathan saw the fit form of large boobs and slim belly. A shoulder shrug and hip wiggle dropped the coat down her arms to the floor.

Her skirt dropped, and then, with blouse unbuttoned, it also dropped to join the floor borne suit. She unhooked her bra and pulled the rig forward to unleash her boobs, capped with her amazing umber nipples.

Primed for action, she dropped to hands and knees and cat crawled to behind his desk. He was mesmerized at the chain of unexpected events. She didn't give him time to balk or stifle her actions, simply unzipped him and took out his cock. Then, lamentably, they were interrupted.

There were noises in the outer office and Honey scrooched under the desk well even though her discarded clothes were arrayed in the office center. A voice called out; Nathan's asshole clenched with the fear of discovery. But the intrusion never materialized; Sheila called from the vestibule.

"Sorry. Forgot something. See you tomorrow, sir."

The outer door closed again and clicked; Nathan exhaled his pent-up breath and untensed his sphincter. He returned his attention to his cock, which had stiffened like his ass but hadn't retracted its semi-bulkiness.

From her hidey hole, Honey pulled the wheeled office chair to her front and continued to free his cock. He was semi-hard and she would have to fix that. Her lips kissed his tip and lapped at the glans nook. He relaxed back in his chair and let the strange blonde work her magic. So far, this was so much better than anything he could remember his ex-wife doing.

But old memories were not needed in the here and now. The blonde worked his cock with a fervor unmatched by anyone he could remember. He rose to the occasion and reached to his peak. He cried out as she almost sucked the sperm right out of his balls. He vibrated in his chair, his hips hopping as he spasmed. She held him in her mouth as he deflated, swallowing his substantial pent-up discharge.

Meanwhile, she found the small button size device under her panties hem at the small of her back and planted the listening bug on the desk well wall. Sam now had a direct eaves-drop to Nathan's business conversations.

She smiled at her dual success: Nathan's blowjob and the industrial espionage. These escapades for Sam were both thrilling and profitable, for both her and him.

Nathan was still slumped in languid repose as she crawled out of the desk well. Her clothes were scattered in a small array in the middle of the office. She cat-crawled there before standing in her heels, providing an ass rocking display to his somnolent eyes. She looked back as she dressed, taking time to give him a lingering view of her luscious body. More was in store, though at the moment he was unaware.

"Did I hear you say something about lunch? I'm famished, all that work and only one serving of your spermatic cuisine, albeit a very large portion. I need more; will you buy me lunch?"

She said this as she walked to his reclined figure. Assisting him to stand, she lifted and fastened his pants and tucked an arm under his, pressing her bra stuffing boob to his bicep. Absent his verbal response, she took the lead, walking him towards the office door and stating her dining venue preference.

"I know just the place."

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They were seated in an intimate corner of an eclectic bistro. The conversation was light, a few pleasantries as Honey simply added eye candy to the post-copulation meal.

The waiter cleared the dishes and left. Honey reached across and laid her hand on his. He looked up at her as she rose and came partway around the table to lean her face close to ear. Her hand cupped the opposite side jaw. She blew a soft, warm breath into his ear, followed by a tongue tip probe of the auditory canal. His head and cock both jerked simultaneously but her hand held his head in place. She backed slightly away and whispered.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

Nathan was captive in her hands as well as her wiles. Of course, he wanted to fuck her. He just hadn't considered it a possibility until now.

"Yes..."

"Good. The day is young and the night is long. Take me home to your place."

Nathan was on his feet in a flash, settled the check and nearly towed the voluptuous blonde, quickstepping in her heels with a boob bouncing pace, to the exit. It was a short drive to his residence and an even quicker entry inside. H towed her to the front sitting room aside the vestibule.

Honey stood tall in her business attire. Nathan tore at the buttons and zippers, raging to get her naked. It was a fury of denuding, fumbling only long enough to remove his own pieces of impediments during the dual stripping process. His manic chores finally succeeded in getting all their clothes off. He grabbed her arms and propelled her onto the couch. She faux struggled but managed to align herself with him on top, prepared for a missionary pussy piercing. And he did, driving full in with one massive thrust. She 'umped' at his sudden distension of her cunt but was not deterred in the fulfillment of her acknowledged query.

He rushed through the copulation and reared up, pushed deep and cried out his orgasmic call of joy. She held his collapsed body against her crushed breasts, rubbing his back with cozy cuddles as he deflated and fell out. It was only mid-afternoon and there was much more to come. She would extract her own ecstasies as the remaining evening and night played out.

They huddled together in post-coital buzz, some tender kissing, a fondle of soft flesh, both tits and cock. A light snack quelled their hunger as the foreplay quickened their hankerings. Eventually, they toddled off to the upstairs bedroom, for a more placid round of sexual connections.

The foreplay continued and raised their mutual ardor. Nathan rolled atop this impetuous tryst. She welcomed him to a more soothing fuck. She worked her hips, massaging his penile nerves with rolled hips, vaginal squeezes and body hugs. The tempo was slow at first, allowing the pair to sense the close warmth, both inside and out. It ascended to a faster pace; the aroused pair enjoyed the climb to the supreme intimacy of conjoined genitals.

As Nathan's breathing quickened, so did hers. At the ultimate moment, Honey clamped hard on his erection, forcing his prostate to work extra hard to ejaculate its load of essence. He bellowed his joy and the orgasmic convulsions rattled his brain into a sexual semi-coma.

On hearing his exclamation and feeling the powerful shots within, Honey let herself go, jogging her hips and feeling the fires of rapture burst from her clitoris to electrify every nerve in her body. She hugged her vibrating man in a mutual fusion of gratified souls.

Then lay entangled thereafter, a clinging bundle of gratified flesh. Honey gave him little rubs and caresses to keep him engaged. She sought his agreement to another round of sex.

"How are you feeling, sir? Ready for more?"

He mumbled his response.

"I'm not as young as you. Maybe we're finished for the night."

Her fingers moved on his sticky half-erect chubby.

"Oh, not hardly. I think there's more to be had here from little Nathan."

She rolled away, still holding his cock and moved him onto his back. She swung a leg over and sat on his thighs. Her hands worked his shaft into a solid muscle. Stiff enough for penetration, she scuttled forward and mounted her stud.

Honey commenced with normal up and down strokes, a gentle series. Her tits wavered in his sight. Then she swung a leg over his side and sat sidesaddle. The rhythms moved to revolving moves, her bottom stirring his cock in her cunt. The wet frictions hit the sides of his corona, a different sensation from the usual. After several rounds of rounds, she rotated again, now mounted in reverse cowgirl, her hands braced on his knees. He watched his cock move in and out of her plugged pussy. She used back and forth motions that hit his under-nook with especially delightful massages.

Another quarter revolution had her mounted in sidesaddle again, the other side. The same circling moves of her ass again gave him the impressive side coronal excitement. After those pleasures, she rotated again, now saddled in common cowgirl style. Her boobs wavered with her body motions. She leaned forward and his hands rose to handle the man toys. He squeezed, pinched, patted and played with her fun bags. All the while, she pistoned her cunt on his erection, watching as his tit play ebbed and his face flushed. She felt his small hip jogs in tempo with her cycles. She was right; little Nathan had more to be had and he was close to giving it up.

Nathan's mind was less focused on her tits and more focused on his cock sluicing her cunt. His breathing deepened and his eyes dilated as he approached the end of this sexual engagement. His balls jettisoned their manly load and it rushed up his urethra to spew forth in Honey's cuddling cunt. She heard his groans of bliss as the warmth filled her core. She was pleased with her efforts to prolong her assigned mission from Sam. She collapsed on his sweaty, exhausted body, giving Nathan follow-on caresses to ease him into an earned rest from his labors.

Nathan was in deep sleep, heavy breathing, a slight snore. Honey extricated herself from his loose hug. Naked, she slid away, off the mattress, careful not to disturb her exhausted middle-aged bedmate. Creeping down the stairs, she retrieved the device from her cast off blazer and entered his home office.

The undercover seductress surveyed the room with its pictures and plagues expounding on Nathan's successful career; celebrity photo-ops, awards, and diplomas decorated the walls. She searched for family photos and found none; he had sluffed off the detritus of his broken marriage. The more his personal adversity; the more his vulnerability to her mission.

She found what she sought; a perfect hiding place for her intrigue. She planted the device under the credenza, a spot where secrets from persons on both sides of his desk could be detected. Satisfied with her accomplishment, she stole softly upstairs to the bedroom and reinserted herself under the single sheet cover. She spooned her warm bottom to his groin, gathering a loose arm over her hip and cupping his hand to her bosom. He mumbled an indeterminant vocal as he unconsciously squeezed her boob, and then apparently fell back into his quiet slumber.

Her warm soft hand tried to encourage his arousal when dawn filled the room with its morning glow. But it was a no-go. He was drained and exhausted from her multiple acts of granting him roaring orgasms. She let him rest in bed as she gathered her downstairs duds, then showered, preened and dressed to leave. He roused himself when she emerged from the bathroom and accompanied her to the front door, wearing a waist tied terrycloth robe. He accepted her smooch on his cheek and nodded to her whispered semi-promise.

"Again next year? Yes? Well, maybe once more now so you'll remember me?"

She knelt on one knee; her other leg steadied on the high heel. It was easy to untie the waist rope and expose his flaccid cock. She took it in hand; after he prior short refraction, a few gentle strokes brought some bulk to the object of her attention and intensions. She held the shaft in a loose fist and kissed the tip with her cherry red lips. Her tongue tip peeked out and poked the tip slit, eliciting a penile jerk, before tickling the under-nook. His growing manhood jerked again and she pursed her lips, settling in for a head bobbing blowjob.

Lips, teeth, tongue and cheeks massaged the sensitive nerve filled skin of his erection. She paused the deep strokes to occasionally bathe his knob with special attentions, especially the corona nook. His knees gave way, tipping him backward and his ass plopped onto the floor; her mouth never quit contact as she followed him down. He flopped further, laying on his back and she ramped up her efforts. She started her cycles with a kissing near-escape of his cock before pressing on, sliding his knob passed her tonsils, swallowing to massage the embedded man meat. He lay prone, his head resting on the floor, his eyes closed and his mouth open, groaning out wordless sounds of bliss.

Honey sensed his total surrender and gave her all to the cause. His hips rose, his fists beat the floor and her hands quickly cupped his ass, holding him completely in. Her nose was submerged in his hairy tuff. He finally roared and she felt the ejaculatory ripples along his throbbing tube as he spewed down her throat. She added her own moans to vibrate his penile nerves, enhancing his pleasure, a parting memento of her serendipitous booty call.

She waited out his final pulse of sperm before slowly extracting his cock from her mouth. She rose, adjusted her clothes and departed his home. Nathan barely perceived her exit as he lay in post-ejaculatory stupor. He hoped she had been honest about returning for another birthday celebration next year.

*** Car Shop ***

Another time, Honey was tooling along in her older model convertible. The sun was warm and she had dressed lightly for the trip into the Arizona desert. The wind was blowing her hair around but the bug shield sunglasses protected her eyes from the whipping tresses. She didn't mind. With the air conditioner on the fritz, the warm road wind felt good.

Sam had sent her on a delivery errand, a package of papers to a man who lived cagily off the grid near Route 66. She had jumped at the chance to enjoy a rural drive, far away from the hectic noises and nuisances of Sin City.

The engined sputtered, gave a lurch and recovered, then repeated the troublesome disruption. The red dash light came on, blinking. Honey saw the indicator as she eased the temperamental car to the shoulder. She considered her dilemma.

'That's worse than a steady red, right?'

She turned off the key and puffed out a sigh of disgust. Steam leaked out of the seams of the hood. She really needed a new car but this one had served her well... up until now. She had bought it used, a sweet little red roadster, making the car down payment from her first paychecks as a chorus girl in the casinos. She was spry and flexible, kicking high in her sparkly, skin baring dance outfits. Management had taken notice of her bouncy tits and long legs. A risqué interview got her a new uniform, also showing lots of coy cleavage. It was a better gig as a gambling area floor hostess, needing only a weekly blowjob of the floor manager to maintain her upgraded status.

Then a lucky break, she was selected to be trained as a card dealer; the blowjob schedule now moved to the gambling manager. That was a steadier job but, regardless, the money was never enough. She sullenly took on a supplementary part time role as a call girl, abetted by the casino hotel's concierge.

One john, a big city shyster named Gino, talked her into aiding his scheme to swindle players in poker games. Then another john, this time Sam, hired her for occasional extracurricular projects. At last, the multiple income streams were catching her up on her bills and life was getting better.

But, now, here she was, alone and stranded on a dusty desert road.

Her cell showed a weak signal but at least there was two bars. She called the motor club and a courteous voice said they would contact the nearest facility to get her help. It shouldn't be more than an hour.

She waited in the car. Without the road wind, the dusty desert heat made her perspire. She wished she had worn more than a white cotton tank top but the freedom of going braless had felt good. Now, her sweat was instigating a wet T shirt effect, her nipples shadowing through.

In the distance, the heat rising off the road caused a mirage effect but through the shimmer, something became more defined as an approaching tow truck. Her mood picked up.

'Rescue at last'

The truck was an older Chevy with a rear boom and hookup shelf. It pulled past her car, turned around and slid to the shoulder ahead of her defeated vehicle.

The driver got out and walked back to her. Her eyes widened in awe as her brain lit up with wonder.

'Whoa, who is this?'

The tall young man wore work boots and bib overalls that covered his chest. He wasn't wearing a shirt in the summer heat and his arms and shoulders rippled with a working man's muscular form.

He couldn't have been more than twenty with a full head of dark hair, chiseled cheeks and the tanned hardened chest half covered by the bib. He was far different than the pudgy, middle-aged men that she was accustomed to dealing with in her line of work. Her pussy quivered and moistened.

"Howdy, ma'am. What seems to be the trouble?"

Even his easy-going drawl was sexy. She lifted the sun shades and arched her back, looking up at him as he leaned closer for the conversation. Her seated stance lifted her damp chest a bit higher, stiff pokies be damned. She took on a tone of mild flirtation.