Matt King is the type of man who is used to getting what he wants. As the Vice president of a large Marketing company he exercised his power at will. Twice divorced, he now only took on mistresses. His mentor had given him some advice that he never forgot. Never look for your honey where you make your money. Matt however found a nice loop hole in that saying. It came to him one night in bed and he sat up thinking it was perfect. The reason his marriages failed, the reason he went through liaisons was simple. Each was unable to keep up with his sex drive. He wanted it day and night, mornings too if it could be had. But what if he had more than one lover? Each unable to be jealous of the other? What if he could have his pick from a perhaps less than willing, at first, pool of desirable women? He knew the company was adding several new sales positions soon and he was in on all the interviews of course. Naturally, he would take the prospects out to dinner, each was to bring their significant other, married or not. The real problem would be deciding between the better prospects and the ones with the hottest looking wives. He decided that the bottom line was the more important issue, besides he found two very promising women in Misty Webber and Jo-Ann Burke. Now it was time to reel them in.
Jo-Ann, a brunette whose conservative dress and manners drove him nuts during dinner was his first target. At 29 she still had the looks of someone much younger. She was picked for her charming smile and the fact that Matt wanted to have a look under the pant suit. With her husband of five years out of work for over a year, she proved an easy conquest.
Matt invited her to the office. His private corner office over looked the city with a view he cherished. She was due in at 11 and just before that his secretary buzzed his phone.
"Mr. King, a Mrs. Burke to see you."
"Thank You, Amanda, send her in. This meeting will take about 45 meetings." Amanda told him she would let anyone know who was looking for him. He had told her earlier that he was interviewing a few of the prospects wives, to make sure they were a fit for the company. Long ago Amanda had given up on Mr. King hitting on her, much to her dismay.
She opened the door and let Mrs. Burke in. Matt met her there and closed the door, locking it. That's odd she thought and went back to her desk 15 feet away.
"Jo-Ann, thanks for coming in." Matt said as he eyed her. Absolutely fabulous he thought. She was dressed in tight fitting polo that showcased her breasts. 34C he guessed. She was also wearing a pair of dress shorts and nice sandles.
"I'm sorry I'm not dressed better, you caught me running errands."
"Nonsense, you look great and you know it. Scott is such a lucky man." Here sit down, as he lead her to one of the over stuffed chairs
"thank you, sir. Oh, I love the view"
"Call me Matt and thank you." Then he laid on his charm, explaining how he considered Scott a prime candidate for the position and what the salary would start at and possibly grow too. Jo-Ann's head was swimming, their ship was coming in. They could get out of debt, go on expensive vacations. Then Mr. King, Matt said something.
"I'm sorry what did you say"
"I said, that's what I can do for your husband, and quite frankly, for you."
"Oh thank you. Thank you."
"Yes, I could do that." Matt stopped smiling and Jo-Ann felt a chill. "But what fun would that be?"
"I don't understand. Fun? What do you mean?"
Matt leaned back in his chair. "Quite simply I need to know how badly you want your husband to get this job, Mrs. Burke." Then he slowly looked his was up the body, leering at her long legs and seeing that her nipples seemed to be harding.
Oblivious Jo-Ann answered, "Oh you don't know. I'd get anything to get this for him."
With a smile, "Really? I'm afraid I'll need proof." Jo-Ann's eyes went wide.
"Proof, what kind of proof?"
"Use you imagination, make it good as you know I do have other candidates to consider."
"Oh my God. You want me to fuck you. Don't you?"
"Tsk, tsk. No need for all that volgur language." He said to put her somewhat at ease. "No, my dear that wouldn't do at all. One time? No, no, no. I want you to agree to be on call to me while I send you husband all over this country, making obscene money for you, and for me."
Jo-Ann sobbed at the news. To help her family, she had to become a whore. All Scott had talked about was what an opportunity this job was and the money they would have. Now, she was told his fate was in her hands. Sadly she bowed her head, "Scott can never know."
"Of course, and I promise you I will not let Scott go as long as he's as good as he says and we keep our arrangement." Then he stood up. "Now, I think you need to give me....a godwill gesture." He unzipped his pants to reveal his large shaved penis and balls. She had never seen a guy do that before and she was slightly shocked, as it made him look even bigger.
Jo-Ann took her cue and began blowing her new lover in his office. Scott was always asking for her to blow him, but usually she refused. Here, she thought she never would be able to. She continued to lick up and down Matt's shaft, getting it erect to it's full 9 inches, a good inch longer than Scott's. Soon she was mouthing the head and lightly pumping him.
To Matt, she was just a conquest, a test of power and it turned him on to no end. He couldn't wait to get her in bed. This he thought was precious, too easy as he looked down on this proper woman sucking his cock. For a full ten minutes he enjoyed her mouth on his manhood before holding her head on it so he could climax. "Rule number 2, always swallow.", He said right as he climaxed.
After he withdrew, "What's rule number 1?"
