Sexual Favours by Dan Thomas

They say confession is good for the soul. I hope that's the case, and this confession will bring me some relief.

A few weeks ago I took advantage of a young woman--sexually. And no, I didn‘t rape her. Come to think of it, I was the one who was taken advantage of. Every day since that fateful occurrence, I have been living with shame, and the fear that I'll get a court summons notifying me that I am being sued for sexual harassment. Of course, if my wife ever found out what I did, there would be real hell to pay! I'm no kid, so I should have known better. I am 39, so perhaps I can blame it on a mid-life crisis. But the fact is, for a few days my "little head" controlled my "big head."

I manage the collateral department at the headquarters of a large retail chain. "Collateral" is just a fancy way of describing brochures, pamphlets, sales materials and junk mail. What I do is make sure the stuff gets produced on time and within budget. A big part of my job is negotiating with printers from around the country to get the best deal on printing for my company. Since bids can run into the thousands of dollars, my negotiating can really have a big impact on the bottom line. Suffice to say I have a lot of print salesmen and women kissing my ass on a daily basis. I get lots of free lunches and "swag" of all kinds, from football tickets to live lobsters! Recently I was offered pussy to approve a bid, and I took it--which is the nut of my confession.

Her name was Stephanie, and she was one of the prettiest blondes I had ever seen. "Steph" as she liked to be called, couldn't have been older than 20 or 21, with great legs and a body so sexy that even the most highly tailored suit couldn't hide her full breasts and other sensual curves. She had just taken over as the regional rep for this large printer out of Los Angeles when she called on me at my office.

Right away there was something about her that made me want to do nasty things with her body. I mean, I had been tempted before, but this Stephanie rang my chimes. The hot blonde batted her vivid blue eyes at me, crossed her nyloned thighs and let me do most of the talking, which is rare for sales people, especially rookies like Stephanie. And she had these cute freckles across the bridge of her nose. I waxed on and on about my company's printing needs, all the while trying not to stare at her chest. The young woman's silk blouse was unbuttoned and gave me a tease of black bra cup. She smiled seductively and hung on my every word.

Then I let her talk and it became clear to me that she didn't know shit about the printing business. But that didn't matter. Finally she asked me to give her a shot at a project, so I gave her the specs for a full colour newspaper insert--10 frigging million of them! Smiling, she left and promised to get back to me within a week with her bid. I hoped she would come back with a low bid, so I could work with her, form a closer relationship. Hell, I just wanted to see a lot more of her. Sometimes, just having a girl like that in your proximity can put lead in your pencil. And yes, I did some fantasizing about her as well. I even jacked off in the shower while imagining what the blonde saleswoman looked like in her birthday suit! Thank goodness my wife didn't catch me. She's become a frigid bitch, but that's another story.

Four days after my meeting with Stephanie, she called and said she had a bid for me. She asked if she could present it over lunch? I quickly scanned my calendar. I had a lunch planned with another vendor but I went ahead and said yes. The other salesperson could wait! I met Steph at a fine Italian restaurant near my office. She was wearing a blue blazer and a red necktie with crisp white blouse and a short grey skirt. It seemed more like a date to me than a business lunch. We sat side-by-side on a banquette at a cozy table, even had a glass of wine at her urging. The girl's perfume smelled sexy, got my juices flowing. Maybe it was the wine, but my body became warm. And one time I was sure I felt her hand brush across my crotch. To tell you the truth, I got a hard-on. My balls began to sweat. The bitch really flattered me, too, saying how much I could teach her about the printing business.

Then came her presentation of the bid and I was disappointed. It was high, maybe five grand more than I knew a competitor of Steph's had quoted.

"Well?" she said, pressing me with those big blues of hers.

I was in a tough spot. I didn't want to alienate Steph, but I knew I'd have a hard time justifying the bid to my management.

"Uh, it seems a little high," I stammered.

She asked me what it would take for me to go with her bid.

"Shave off at least three thousand," I said.

She licked her lips and said, "How about I shave my pussy for you and give you a blowjob instead? Or a good fuck?"

That's when I saw it: a silver stud in her tongue. She hadn't been wearing it the first time we met. I knew young girls pierced their tongues. Until that moment, I couldn't figure out a reason for such an act of mutilation. My wang throbbed.

Steph leaned close to me, felt me up and whispered, "You won't regret it. I'm young and very good…..at sex."

I should have thrown her off me, balled her out for being out of line and stormed out of that restaurant. I'd never been so low as to accept sexual favours (probably because most print reps were balding males). But that tongue. Damn!

Ten minutes later I was sitting on the passenger side of Steph's sexy red sports car, using the girl's cell phone to cancel my one thirty appointment. I passed the phone off to her and she brazenly asked me to unzip my trousers and show her my cock. In between shifting, she stroked my Johnson. I couldn't remember the last time my wife had touched me there! She raced her car into the parking lot of this seedy, out-of-the-way motel and waved at the manager's office as she pulled up to a room. I guess they knew her there, which made me flat aware that I was just one of many "assignations" for Steph.

It didn't matter. By then I was aroused way beyond the point of no return. I tried to stick my erection back into my pants but it was just too ungainly. Steph saw my dilemma and giggled. She discreetly shielded my boner with her ass as we bolted into the room and shut the door. In a flash she was squatting before me with my organ slip sliding down her throat. That silver stud felt exciting on my throbbing rod. She made me feel so manly the way she made over my dong, saying how big and "pretty" it was. At the time, I believed her!

The girl sucked hard on me, generating spaghetti strings of saliva that dripped slowly from her mouth, and I felt all the blood in my body rushing to my erection. As she wetly blew me, her big blues taunted me. My cock quivered and it took all my resolve to keep from ejaculating right then and there. Damn, that metal in Steph's tongue felt so good against the big vein on my dick. My wife, you see, never gave me head, thought it was a "dirty" act. Stephanie stripped out of her blouse and skirt and pranced around in just her neck tie, sexy corset, panties and stockings--electric blue to match her eyes. Those breasts of hers glowed at me! I held them in my hands. They were so firm and beautifully shaped. I kissed her tits, rimmed her pink aureole with my tongue and sucked on the nipples until they were very hard.

My fingers brushed down the corset, played with the waistband of the girl's panties. My right forefinger snapped at the crotch, tugged it tight so I could make out the cleft of her young cunt. Giggling, Stephanie removed her panties. But before I got a look at her pussy, she pulled the panties down over my head, covering my eyes and nose. Man, those panties smelled so sweet!

At last we made it to one of the queen sized beds and Steph sprawled wantonly to show off her shaved pussy to me. I crawled on the bed and closely examined the young woman's bare slit. I could make out every pink, luscious detail.

"I thought you hadn‘t shaved this yet," I teased her.

She giggled. "So I lied” Like a cat flicking its tongue at a saucer of milk, I began to delicately lick the girl's vulva.

"That feels so cool," Steph moaned.

Her use of the word "cool" reminded me I was eating the pussy of a woman young enough to be just out of high school. That thought made my dick even harder. Steph giggled and said, "I bet you want to fuck me."

Grinning, I began to climb on top of her spread thighs--my dick in my hand. Suddenly she blocked her gaping pussy with her hand and said, "You gonna approve my bid?" Damn, I was hurting. I hesitated. Steph raised a foot and pressed her toes against my swollen scrotum.

"Mmm, I think your cock wants you to," she simpered. Now she ran her painted big toe up along the underside of my fat dick. "Well?" she said.

"Yes!" I snarled.

She removed her hand from her pussy and I slipped inside her--the girl’s cunt lips inverting to receive my thickness. The bitch's cunt was silky and warm. I inserted my organ in to the hilt and withdrew, leaving the pussy gaping. Then I fucked her again. Steph bit down on her lower lip and I felt her pussy squeeze me. Snorting like a pig, I began to fuck her really hard. The girl's tits jostled on her chest.

"You like fucking me?" the nymphet snarled. I nodded. A droplet of sweat fell from my forehead onto her right tit. She did the squeeze thing again and I shuddered. She'd triggered a heat inside my ball sack that I could not longer control. I thrust in as deep as I could and ejaculated. I slumped on top of her all out of breath. "Excuse me," she said snottily. I guess I was squashing her. I rolled off her. My dick had shrunken and was soppy. Suddenly I felt bad. Stephanie reached for a tissue and wiped at her cunt, which was oozing my semen. The bare vulva looked like a raw peach.

"You must not have been laid for a long time," she commented.

We quickly dressed. Steph tried to make small talk, but I wasn't too keen on that. As a souvenir of our tryst, she gave me her panties, which I stuffed in my suit coat pocket. We drove back to my office, where I signed a purchase order awarding Steph's company the printing bid. She beamed, said, "Thank you for doing business with me." She then said she hoped I would send some more business her way, and even hinted that she hoped our "little fling" wouldn't get out. So the bitch was threatening to blackmail me. Steph said, "Ciao," slipped her sunglasses down from her golden head and strutted out of my office-wiggling her pretty ass.

"Probably going to fuck another client," I snarled under my breath.

As the days have passed, I'm just waiting for management to call me in on the carpet and make me explain why I okayed Steph's ridiculously high bid. Also, I know that if I don't give more business to Stephanie, I might be in even deeper shit. Oh, yeah, and at night, when my wife's asleep, I go downstairs to the den and use Steph's panties to jack off, buffing them across my boner to cause a nasty friction heat. The snippet of blue, silky cloth is getting kind of skanky.

I guess I'm fucked--in more ways than one!