Chapter 3 - Dick Licker
Bobbi smiled pleasantly at Karen and briefed her quickly, the
ever-helpful secretarial assistant.
"Jason is expecting to see you right after lunch. He wants the usual
report on how things went in his absence and, apparently, landed a significant
contract for the company."
Karen winked at Bobbi, knowing the importance and legendary horniness of
the President's secretary.
"Thanks for the tip. Us women have to stick together!"
Bobbi nodded, a dedicated feminist. She did Jason regularly, but that
was just business. Her real interest lay in the gay sisterhood.
"You said it, sister!"
She glanced around to make sure no one was watching and eyed Karen's
figure brazenly.
"You want to come over to my place tonight?"
"I have a better idea! You come over to my place. It's your turn to do
me!"
"Greedy bitch!"
"Absolutely!"
The two lesbo beauties enjoyed a dirty snigger together.
After lunch, Karen made a quick trip to the washroom, removed her bra
and buttoned her jacket so that no one would notice. She stuffed the bra in her
purse. That done, she bustled officiously to Jason's office.
Bobbi was busy typing at her PC, but nodded her in. Karen spoke
earnestly to Jason as she strode in to his, briskly exuding executive
competence.
"I suppose you want your usual report and I hear that you landed a
contract!"
Jason laughed.
"Good news travels fast!"
She shut the door behind her and dropped the act. She eyed Jason coyly,
shrugged off her jacket, unbuttoned her blouse and opened it wide. She jiggled
her big bare tits shamelessly.
"Did you miss the twins?"
"Bring those puppies over here!"
He turned in his chair, unzipped and pulled out his tumescent member. He
wasn't exactly an imaginative lover but, in his position, he didn't have to be.
Sexually, he was a quick squeeze and a squirt. This was easy on the women around
Jason, all of whom were basically just using him. The fact that they didn't have
to waste much time on the sex was a bonus as far as they were concerned. He was
only getting laid because he was the president of a prosperous company. If he
had to rely on his charm and looks, none of them would have given him the time
of day.
Karen dropped to her knees, took his scrotum in her mouth and hummed
Hail To The Chief. It was corny, but it worked. The patriotic hum job hoisted
his flagpole.
Karen slurped on his joy rod. covering his sugarstick with her spit,
licking long, sucking hard and deep throating him skillfully. She made sure that
her big boobs bobbed pleasantly as she laboured. She sucked hard on his knob to
make him rock hard. She stroked the sensitive underside of his penis repeated
with her tongue. Then sucked it in to her throat, swallowing it right to the
base. Under the skillful ministrations of a master of the deep throat, he came
quickly.
She licked him clean and zipped him back up, her duty done. She
insouciantly left her blouse unbuttoned as she took her brush from her purse and
brushed her hair back in place while they discussed his trip. She buttoned up,
put her jacket back on and gave him a quick kiss, continuing to be the perfect
corporate suck-up.
"Can you taste your jism on that kiss? I still can! I think your
spermwad shot right to the end of my stomach like a Tomahawk missile!"
"At least it's not a Scud! Those things are always misfiring!"
Karen sniggered appreciatively and laid it on with a trowel.
"You never misfire!"
She stared at his crotch admiringly.
"You sure have a powerful pecker there, a real firehose squirt nozzle!"
Jason looked suitably gratified at this brazen flattery. Karen left,
thinking that he was a hell of a lot easier to satisfy than his wife, though not
as much fun.
She wondered how corny she could get away with being. Hail To The Chief!
Jeez! She wondered if he would recognize 'The Monkey Wrapped His Tail Around The
Flagpole'.
