Paul was clearly beginning to win Sharon’s approval as he became more and more submissive to her demands. In return, he was increasingly given special treats. She now allowed him to see her totally nude on a regular basis. As he pleasured her feet and legs, she allowed him to watch her pleasure herself with her hands and vibrators almost every time he came over.
After the humiliation of being exposed nude to her friends and forced to give them mani pedis, she knew that her victory was complete. She knew that it was time to dump him, allowing him a taste of his own medicine. After all, had he shown any consideration for the dozens of girls he bedded and dumped every year?
But she had grown to enjoy the attention he gave her. He certainly wasn’t the arrogant prick he used to be. Perhaps in time, he would mature into the kind of man that would make a good lover. In any case, she was enjoying her domination over him. She told herself that she would dump him soon, but not just yet.
Tonight, she laid back on her couch, her legs draped over the arm, presenting herself to his mouth. He began at her feet, kissing and licking them, then worked his way slowly up her legs, massaging them with his hands while caressing them with his lips and tongue. He took his time, allowing her arousal to build as he slowly approached the altar of his worship between her legs.
Oh, how he wished to worship that cunt with his dick. But for now, his lips would have to do. He gently opened the outer lips of her bald, shaved cunt and dived in, lapping at her slit with his tongue. He idly took long, slow laps up and down the length of her slit, never hurrying or changing the pace of his licks.
She handed him a plug that had raised, rubber nubs. He had used this plug on her before; it fit over his thumb, and he slowly worked it into her cunt as he purveyed her, splayed out on the couch naked. Her slit shone with moisture from her arousal and from his saliva. As she had became aroused, her inner lips parted, revealing her gaping cunt. The bud of her clitoris was fully emerged from under its protective hood of skin.
He worked his thumb slowly in and out of her pussy as he resumed licking her. Beads of sweat formed on his brow as he slowly licked. She didn’t like her orgasm to be rushed; she had as much time as necessary, and didn’t want any change in the pace at which he licked until she was ready.
While he was becoming familiar with her desires, he had been reprimanded numerous times for not pleasuring her exactly as she wished. Now, however, he was very accomplished at pleasing her, no matter how long it took.
She enjoyed having her orgasms delayed, taken to the brink and brought back, time and again, until the climax exploded within her and swept her away. His neck and tongue would become stiff and sore, but he would continue methodically licking her without deviation. Sometimes he took her to the edge five or six times, spending up to an hour or more licking her pussy before she had a crushing climax. The longer he delayed her orgasm, the more powerful it was.
It had taken him months to be entrusted with her pussy. After being relegated to her feet, then her legs, he was happy to have progressed to her genitals, and he was proud of his intimate knowledge of her needs.
After ten or fifteen minutes of licking her pussy, she began whimpering quietly. Her fingers idly played through his hair. As she drew closer to her orgasm, her grip on his hair tightened, holding his face against her groin. He continued licking her, over and over. Her moaning became louder, and she brought her knees up toward her body, trying desperately to allow his tongue deeper penetration into her sopping slit.
Now he knew that she was close. He finally stopped licking her slit and put his mouth directly over her clit. Sucking her sensitive clit into his mouth, he flicked his tongue directly on it, faster and faster, providing direct stimulation to the needy little bud.
Her head swung from side to side as she moaned loudly. All of his senses were tuned to her body as he tried to determine the exact point of no return. A split second before her orgasm crashed over her, he released her clit and discontinued stimulating her.
He gasped for breath, his face pressed against her crotch. She writhed on the couch, panting and whimpering. He had stopped her at the precise moment she would have climaxed. Her mind was disoriented in a sexual fog, wondering what had happened.
When he again began slowly licking her slit, from her gaping hole to her clit, she relaxed and settled back down on the couch, ready to take the long, steady climb back up to the summit of an orgasm. The laps at her slit were coordinated with the steady thrusts of the plug on his thumb, deep into her cunt and back out again.
He played her body like a violin, listening for the fine nuances of her whimpering, her body movements, anything that would provide him feedback to better pleasure her. In less than ten minutes, she again approached the precipe; there would be no delaying her orgasm if he took one lap too many on her clit.
Her clit was so sensitive that the tongue was almost excruciatingly pleasurable against her. Reaching up with one hand, he held her tit, rolling her stiff nipple in his fingers, causing waves of pleasure to join those from her cunt.
Again she brought her knees to her body, trying to press her pussy harder against the tongue that besieged it. This time, he didn’t take her clit into his mouth and flick it with his tongue. She was too aroused. He methodically continued slowly licking up and down the length of her slit. When his tongue approached her clit, she tightened her grip on his hair, trying desperately to prolong the contact between his tongue and her clit, but the tongue maddeningly continued back down her slit toward her opening.
Over and over he took her to the edge and back down. She became so aroused she was almost delirious. She felt like she had had many small orgasms, when in fact she had yet to have one. Her ears rang and her entire body tingled, from her head to her toes.
In a gravelly voice unlike any Paul had ever heard her use, she demanded, “Give me your fucking dick! Now!”
Standing, he grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him, stabbing her with his impossibly large, thick, hard dick.
He buried his dick to the hilt in one thrust, holding it deep inside her. The moment he had awaited for months was finally here.
He began thrusting wildly, slamming his dick against the back of her pussy. She was filled like never before. Faster and faster he pounded her.
“Turn me over,” she demanded.
He turned her onto her stomach, her legs draped over the arm of the couch and entered her from behind, where he could get deeper penetration. In this position she had better access to her throbbing cunt. Reaching her her hand into her groin, she found her clit, rubbing it furiously as he pounded her from behind. Her whimpers were like sobs, mingled with his grunts as he bottomed out against her pussy.
Letting out a long, low growl, he filled her with his warm, sticky goo. She could feel the spasms of his dick and the warmth of his sperm, and her orgasm washed over her in waves that ran through her body for thirty seconds or more. She wailed incoherently, her hips bucking.
His knees buckled and he leaned against the arm of the couch for support, then collapsed onto her and they lay together as lovers, their sweat mingling.
“Paul’s asked to address the group today,” Jesse said after he had concluded his portion of their staff meeting. “The floor’s yours, Paul.”
Paul had been working on an idea for a new product for a couple of months. He didn’t want to propose it until he had fleshed it out, but now it was time. He went through a Power Point presentation to explain the idea, and the potential market. It sounded like a revolutionary idea, and Jesse was intrigued.
“What about it, Gary?” he asked the head of his legal department.
“Well, Paul approached me a couple of weeks ago, and I’ve done a preliminary patent search. I think we’re clear, but of course at some point we’d want to consult with a patent attorney to make sure.”
“Phil?” he asked his head of engineering. “Your department has been swamped. Is there any way you can review the feasibility of this anytime soon?”
“Mark has been doing some CAD designs over the last few weeks, and he’s close to having a prototype done.”
“Gene?” he asked his head of manufacturing.
“Paul’s gone over the existing production schedule with me, so he understands the tradeoffs if we devote a line to this product. I think with enough notice, we can stockpile inventory of our existing lines so there won’t be a supply issue. We’ll just have to make sure to order of material to accommodate that.”
“Sharon?”
“All the projections I’ve done look positive. I think this has the potential to be the most profitable product we’ve ever offered.”
Paul said, “she’s being modest, Jesse. She’s done more than run projections. Much of the design of this product is due to changes she suggested. This is as much her idea as it is mine.”
“Okay, wait a minute,” Jesse said, in mock anger. “Am I the only person in this organization that hasn’t been involved in this design?”
“Sorry, Jesse, I just didn’t want to waste your time if it didn’t look like it would be feasible.”
“Oh, no need to apologize, I’m just the general manager. Why would anyone tell me anything?”
Though he acted gruff, Jesse had never been more pleased. He had always known that Paul had the potential to be a visionary leader; he had more creativity and imagination than anyone Jesse had ever employed. But in the past he had seemed to delight in springing new ideas on the group, so there would be no doubt that he deserved all the credit, then defending them viciously against any doubts that were raised by sheer force of logic.
Jesse had tried to talk to him many times, reminding him that it’s just as important to be popular as it is to be right. He had urged him to take a more collaborative approach, so that there would be a sense of ownership among all the stakeholders, making it easier to get buy-in to his ideas. Now it appeared that Paul was maturing as a leader, not worrying about who got the credit.
When Jesse finally announced his impending retirement, a search committee was formed to decide his replacement. The opening was posted, both within and without the company, but everybody knew that it was going to come down to either Sharon or Paul. Paul was the more visionary, but Sharon outworked everybody else in the company.
Stopping at Paul’s open door, Sharon said, “Hello, there. Got a minute?”
“Yeah, sure. Come on in,” he said, rising and coming around his desk to meet her.
“I just found out I’ve got my interview with the search committee tomorrow,” she said.
He took her hand and squeezed it, saying, “good luck, Sharon. You’ll make a great GM.”
“What about you?” she said. “Have you heard when your interview is?”
“I didn’t apply.”
Sharon couldn’t believe her own ears.
“What? Why not?”
“I’ve decided to pursue other interests,” he said. “Ever since I got my MBA, I knew that eventually I’d want to start my own business, and I’ve decided to do so now. Jesse’s the only one I’ve told, but within the month I’m going to announce my resignation. I’m preparing business plans for my new venture now.”
Sharon was stunned.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“Well, I haven’t told anybody yet, but it’s only fitting you should be the first to know, since you helped with the idea.”
She racked her brain, trying to think of what idea she had helped him come up with for a business venture. She could think of nothing.
“My plan is to create a salon like none other, one devoted to serving women by men. I intend to recruit men who previously were into body building, personal training and the like, pay the costs required to allow them to get a cosmetology license, then hire them to provide manicures and pedicures. Eventually I can see expanding to other beauty services. If you think about it, most salons offering nail services are not very nice, usually seedy dives in run down strip malls. I plan to offer a unique, upscale atmosphere, with attractive men catering to women’s desire to be pampered. I intend to call it Man-li Pedi.”
“Well, with you running it, I’m sure it will be successful,” Sharon said.
“And the best part is, once we don’t work for the same company, we’re free to bring our relationship out in the open.”
