The meetings Monday afternoon seemed to fly by. New clients, possible new ongoing account. If all went well in person meetings in their office 300 miles away. I was being considered to lead this project. My boss said that if I got the lead on this account I would be expected to perform. And perform well.
I had mulled that statement over in my mind. I had performed earlier that day, in my office. I submitted to a man with a large black cock. Large balls. Much larger than mine. I took that thick black cock in my mouth and drained his balls. Decked out in pink lingerie. My pink lingerie. All while Naughty was video recording me. While my secretary Denise watched. Then I performed oral sex on her, at Mike's bidding. Man is she a hot brunette. Right after I performed fellatio on him.
Performed. Thats what I did. I did not like sucking dick, but I had to. And I had to make like I liked it. Or Naughty would send video evidence to my wife.
I had to swallow all of his spunk. It seemed like he shot buckets of it in my mouth. I knew that it was nowhere near that much, just seemed endless. I even had to thank him for it. I felt revulsion yet my own penis stirred at the recollection of sucking cock for the first time.
My wife had better not find out.
Tuesday and Wednesday were jam packed with meetings. I barely had enough time to put my lingerie on in the morning and barely enough time to masturbate in it at the end of the day and not be late getting home.
Thursday was our first slow day, at least slower than the others. I hadn't yet broached the topic of Monday with Denise, nor had she asked. I knew she thought about it, I could see it in her eyes. I could see it in her sly grin every time she looked at me. I felt ashamed. She saw me submit to another man. She saw me take his cock in my mouth and service it. How humiliating.
What could I say? What would I tell her? Naughty was pretty clear. I could not tell Denise about her. I could not tell her that we were being video recorded. I am also not gay. Denise must think so now. How could I explain why I was in lacy pink lingerie seemingly eagerly slurping down on a big black cock? I had been mulling this over in my mind since Monday and still I did not have a good answer.
At least it was done. I had expected Mike to be back on Tuesday or Wednesday. He wasn't. Nor did Naughty mention him coming over again in the chat. Naughty did however make me watch the video of me eagerly blowing Mike while I masturbated in my lingerie. He/she also made me thank him/her for letting me watch it while I shot my own load.
What a sick mind Naughty had. Sick indeed.
Who was Naughty? What was I being punished for? It had to be punishment, no one would force a man to act like a woman rather than take cold hard cash. I had offered it, but Naughty did not even want to know how much.
As I was gathering my things for lunch, I noticed Denise standing in the doorway.
"Mike Brown is here to see you again," she mentioned with her head cocked to the side and a deep grin on her face. "He said it would be another lunchtime meeting."
My heart sank into my stomach once again. I knew what this meant. I would have to submit to his big black cock again. I would have to suck it dry and swallow every drop of it in front of my web cam. For Naughty.
The thought of having another man's fat dick resting on my tongue, another man's hot spunk in my mouth, made butterflies flutter in my stomach. Was it true revulsion?
As Mike stepped into my office he turned and motioned to Denise. "Come in Denise, we will again need your services, like on Monday."
She must have hesitated. Then she came in looked at her feet and shut the door. She scooted over to the couch and sat down. This time her white stockinged legs were crossed. She tugged at her skirt, trying to pull it to cover her knees unsuccessfully.
As I had been watching this hot brunette take her place on my couch, Mike had moved himself to the same spot he was in on Monday.
I was not logged into the video chat! This would not be recorded! I felt a slight surge of joy. Joy that my cocksucking would not be made record of.
Then my email pinged.
"Take care of that before we begin," said Mike in a very business-like voice. I sat down and saw that it was from Naughty. I saw that it reminded me to log into the video chat as usual.
My heart sank once again.
"Be more eager," Naughty typed. "You know what to do. Don't just wait for Mike to tell you what to do. I expect to see you make progress or..."
At that I got up and removed my business clothes. I took my heels out from inside my desk and put them on. Then I walked back to Mike and began unbuttoning his shirt. He smiled. Mike helped by taking it off.
"You really are eager to suck my cock. No black cock in your mouth in three days. No seed in your belly since Monday," said Mike with a grin.
"You even dressed up for me again. Nice pink stockings with a garter belt to hold them up, pink panties with a lace trim and a nicely laced pink bra."
He paused, then added with a grin, "Dressed like a girl should be."
That made me more aware of how I was dressed. I blushed with embarrassment. That made me look down at my feet. Looking down made me see the lacy pink bra on my chest. My pink bra. Looking down made me see the lacy pink garter belt attached to the nice pink stockings. My garter belt and my stockings.
I felt a slight shiver.
I looked over at Denise. She still sat the same way but her eyes were fixed on us. Like she was about to see a key part of a movie at home on her couch. There was a look of eager anticipation on her face. No denying it.
I knew what Mike wanted. He was here for me to service him. He had come so that I would suck his cock in front of the web cam for Naughty. Yes Naughty was still there, the chat messages revealed that.
I dropped to my knees in front of Mike, unbuckled his pants and pulled them gently down to his ankles. Once again his briefs had a large bulge.
His cock.
Waiting for me.
I pulled down his briefs and breathed in the muskiness of his manhood.
"Good girl Shauna, now begin. I've been saving up my seed for you since Monday. My balls are full and aching to be drained."
I hesitated. This is becoming a regular occurrence. I am becoming his cocksucker. His cross dressing cocksucker. He is even saving himself for me. Oddly I almost felt honoured, yet appalled at the same time.
I wrapped my white hand as best I could around his black cock and took the head into my mouth. I began to lick and suck. I began to stroke him. He had been semi-flacid but quickly grew to full size as I worked on him.
"I love seeing you kneel before me in your lingerie. I love the feeling of your mouth and tongue on my cock. Tell me that you love my big black cock. Tell me that you want my seed. All of it."
I remembered the video cam. I remembered Naughty's words. 'Make progress' I had been told. I did not want to tell him that, but I found myself looking up at him. Looking into his eyes.
I kissed his cock with wet lips. "I love your big black cock."
I licked the head of his cock and briefly took it in my mouth.
As I pulled it out I whispered loudly "I want your seed. Fill my mouth with your seed."
I kept sucking on Mike's cock. I kept licking it and stroking it. That would be the only way to get him to shoot his load. I needed him to. The sooner the better.
I had been keeping half an eye on Denise. She had just spread her legs and put her hand under her skirt. Her eyes were still glued on me sucking Mike's big dick.
"Have you ever seen a black cock before mine?" he queried her already knowing the answer.
She shook her head no as she continued playing with herself and her eyes do not leave his cock.
"Come closer and have a better look, its ok," he added as he motioned her over with his head.
