My Reward Ch17 (MC, MF)

CHAPTER 17: HARD AT WORK

Michelle wanted to have a meeting to discuss the re-org of the agency, now
that Mark was gone and she was in charge. Normally, I wouldn't mind, but I
had been having a good time in my little empire, and I resented the
interruption.

Actually, I'm lying. I'd mind under any circumstances, because I hate
meetings. As I sat through this one, I spent my time plotting to get out of
all meetings, forever.

I wasn't quite ready to quit my job - yet - but I figured if I did my job so
well that nobody could possibly question me, then blowing off meetings
couldn't become an issue.

As Exec VP - Business Development, my principal responsibility was bringing
in new accounts, and over the next several months our agency became the
hottest thing in town. Every good piece of business came to us. The best
talent in the valley quit their jobs at other agencies and came knocking on
our door. Phoenix isn't one of the big advertising centers in the country,
and we didn't get (or seek) any significant national accounts, but we had
everything worth having locally, and some of the better regional business.
The money was coming in in a flood - not that I much cared.

So I was a hero in the agency, and nobody dared question my failure to show up
at meetings, or the fact that my door was often closed, or that I took long
lunches, or that I came in late and left early, or that my assistant, Sharon
Prince, disappeared with me for long periods of time.

Yes, I had picked things up with Sharon, as you no doubt expected.

If you remember, the day she was hired, I had had Reward plant in her brain
the idea that her new boss was just about the sexiest man she had ever met,
and also that, besides being fun, it might be a good career move to have an
affair with me.

Over the next couple weeks, I enjoyed watching her make plainer and plainer
advances toward me. Our work, of course, required that we spend a lot of time
together, particularly as I was training her in her new duties. Sharon made
the most of these occasions - finding reason, for example, to lean over my
desk to point out a paragraph in a report, giving me a chance to peer down
her blouse, or bringing her chair just a little closer than necessary, so
that our legs would press together as we studied storyboards.

And of course she used the most potent of female weapons, flattery, telling
me with words and looks that she considered every one of my ideas brilliant,
asking my advice on reports, and hanging on every word as though I were the
Oracle of Delphi.

It was turning me on tremendously, of course, and it was hard not to just hop
on her. But watching the progress of the seduction was much more fun, and I
came into the office every day wondering what she was going to do next.

It was also possible to resist because she was not by any means my only
source of sexual release. I wandered back to the Mallory Empire occasionally,
made a few other trips to other times and places (about which I'll tell you
on another occasion), and found time for regular sessions with Beth Ralston.
My wife, alas, was showing less and less interest in sex, and I found less
and less need to press her on the point.

It was Fourth of July weekend when things came to a head, so to speak, with
Sharon.

The fourth was a Saturday, so the agency would be closed on Friday. Thursday,
Sharon and I had a new business presentation in Denver. It would be one of
our biggest accounts when we got it (I don't say "if" because with Reward we
had it bagged), so Sharon was rather nervous. It was her first big
presentation and she was suffering the usual stage-fright.

The presentation was in the afternoon, and we had to take a couple of the main
people to dinner afterwards, so the plan was to spend the night and get the
early-morning flight back to Phoenix.

Before the presentation I had to almost literally hold Sharon's hand and
reassure her that she'd do fine. She looked like she wanted to throw up - a
feeling I well remembered from my first few times in her shoes. She was so
nervous, in fact, that she even forgot to play up to me.

But the presentation went well, with only a little help from Reward. He made
sure that we had none of the glitches normally associated with these things -
the laptops worked, they plugged into the projectors without a problem, all
the handouts arrived unscathed.

Sharon was good - her voice quavered occasionally, and she stumbled over a
few things, but she was much better than most rookies. Afterwards, she was
bubbling over with enthusiasm, and with praise for her mentor.

"Tom," she gushed as we headed back to the hotel to change for dinner, "I
don't know how to thank you. I knew nothing when I came to work for you, but
you've helped me so much that I feel like I'm going to do really well, I
mean," she stumbled, "I hope you're pleased…."

"You did a great job, Sharon," I said as we got out of the elevator. "Let's
see what they have to say at dinner."

At dinner they told us they were going to recommend switching their account
to us. We all drank several toasts to a long and mutually prosperous
relationship. Sharon and I headed back to the hotel floating on a cloud of
exhilaration, helped along by just enough alcohol to lower inhibitions to the
breaking point.

As we stood in the lobby, Sharon said, "I don't want this to end. I'm so
excited - let's have one more drink."

We looked into the bar, which was noisy and overcrowded. Sharon shook her
head. "I want to talk - why don't we use the minibar in my room?" She
hesitated, realizing what she had said, and added hastily, "I mean, if you
think that would be okay?"

I agreed that it would be okay, pointed out that I was sick of wearing a
suit, and suggested that we meet in ten minutes in her room. I didn't think
Sharon had planned this, but I knew that she now planned to seduce me
tonight. I intended to be there for the taking.

When I got to her room she, like me, had changed into jeans, hers topped by a
designer t-shirt. Her room had none of the usual litter of a hotel room, and
I concluded that she was either abnormally neat, or she had straightened the
place up. I had brought a bucket of ice as I had promised, and she had opened
the minibar and brought out an assortment of small bottles and mixers.

The room had a small balcony, and when we had our drinks we sat out there.
Sharon stirred her drink with her finger and said, "Tom, I thanked you
earlier, but I just want to say it again. I don't want to gush or anything,
but I really feel like I've been very lucky to have a boss like you - you
know the business so well and you're so willing to share what you know ….
Well, anyway, I really appreciate it."

I knew that this was the moment, and I needed to give her an opening, so
after I thanked her, I added, "It's been a pleasure helping you learn -
you're the sort of person I feel very comfortable with."

"I feel comfortable with you, too." She shifted in her seat to look me in the
eye. "In fact, to be perfectly honest, sometimes I think that I'm entirely too
comfortable with you."

I started to reply, then realized that I didn't have anything to say. I put
down my drink, stood up, took the two steps to her chair, reached down, and
helped her up. Then I held her tightly and kissed her.

The kiss lasted a long time. At first it was lips only, but soon our tongues
were busy, and then our hands joined the action.

When at last the kiss was broken, it was Sharon who did it. Then she took me
by the hand and led me to the bed.  There she kissed me again, and reached
down to undo my zipper. "I've been waiting for this opportunity, Tom," she
smiled sweetly. "And I'm going to make the most of it."

She was down on her knees then, opening my jeans and pulling down my jockey
shorts to reveal my cock. I had decided on a cock about halfway between my
Mallory Empire monster and the one with which nature had blessed me - a good
bit larger than ordinary, in other words, but not something that could be
used to knock down buildings. It was enough to impress Sharon. "Oooh, it's a
big one," she cooed, then smiled at me and put it in her mouth.

Sharon's blowjobs were pretty good, as I recalled from her clone's work on me
a few weeks previous. But in a way this was more fun. I had had to alter
Sharon's clone a good bit to create that situation - this was more nearly the
real Sharon.

In any case, I was enjoying it, and would have come fairly soon if I had let
it go on. But I've always felt it's poor form to come in a girl's mouth on
the first date, or at least at the start of the first date, so I lifted her
to her feet and kissed her deeply again, then laid her on the bed, and
continued the kiss with increased groping.

I had Reward increase her sensitivity as my hands began to stroke her breasts
through her t-shirt. She sighed as I cupped them and ran my thumb over the
nipple, then grabbed my head and pulled me down for another kiss. My hand
wandered under the t-shirt and stroked her soft belly, working its way slowly
up to the breasts. My hand seemed to have an electric effect on her, as even
the stroking of her belly elicited an intake of breath.

"Oh that's good," she said, as my hand at last reached her left breast. "My
breasts are so sensitive, please play with them," she added, pushing me aside
for a moment as she quickly pulled off the t-shirt and removed her bra in what
appeared almost one motion.

I've described Sharon's breasts previously, but at the risk of repeating
myself, I'll mention that they're very nice - not particularly large, but
well-formed. Some sag of course, as is to be expected in a mother of two, but
still holding their shape, and definitely still responsive.

So playing with her breasts was not something for which I needed repeated
requests.

I licked and then sucked in the right nipple as I took the left between thumb
and index finger and pulled it out as far as it would go without hurting.
Then I cupped the right breast - it was just a shade bigger than my hand -
while I sucked harder on the left, getting as much as I could in my mouth,
sucking hard, and then poking the nipple with the tip of my tongue.

Her breasts were sensitive, as she had said, and Reward had heightened the
sensitivity, so that she gasped and panted, then pulled my head down hard on
her chest. For a second my nose was squashed and I had to let go of her
breast to breathe. She whimpered in disappointment, but sighed as I took her
tit in my mouth again.

Now my hand released her other breast and caressed her belly as it wandered
southward to her pussy. It paused briefly at her navel, whirling around it,
then entering for a quick tickle, before continuing down to the waist of her
jeans.

There I played for a few seconds, poking the tips of my fingers under the
waist and stroking the soft flesh of her lower belly, before unsnapping the
jeans and lowering the zipper. Now my hand stroked the satiny nylon of her
panties, reaching down to feel the wetness of her crotch.

Impatient to have her cunt attended to, Sharon lifted her ass off the bed and
pushed the jeans and panties to her knees. I abandoned her breast long enough
to take them the rest of the way off, quickly removed the remainder of my own
clothes, and then returned to work.

With both of us now unencumbered by clothes, my hand stroked the inside of
Sharon's muscular thighs, before dropping down to the vee of her crotch. As
it did, Sharon lifted her crotch to meet the hand, widening the spread of her
legs as she did so.

As I touched her sparse (Reward-cleared) bush, she sighed in satisfaction.
"Yes, that's good," she whispered. "Touch me there."

As I continued to suck her tit, I rubbed the outside of her cunt for a while
before inserting a finger near her vagina. An intake of breath told me that
she liked it. Another intake of breath accompanied the finger's entry into
the vagina and the beginnings of a slow finger-fuck.

With her heightened sensitivity, the finger-fuck had her hips moving after
just a few strokes, and soon she was moaning and thrusting her hips harder as
I added another finger and fucked her faster and harder. I probably could
have put her over the top just by touching her clit, but I wanted her to
climax with my cock in her.

With a quick movement, I positioned myself between Sharon's thighs and
lowered my cock down into her wide-open cunt. She shivered slightly as the
head of my cock pushed into the hole, then reached out to pull me down for a
kiss. "That's it," she said softly, "fill me up." Slowly I did as she asked,
sliding my cock deep into her.

She was so close that it took only a few strokes to bring her to climax - as
she bucked wildly and groaned, I paused and let the waves pass over her. When
she came down, I kissed her deeply, asking, "Do you want more?"

A foolish question, I knew, and she grinned lewdly at me and answered, "You
know damn well I do," as I began again to fuck her, very slowly at first.

It took only a short time for Sharon to again reach the crest, as I fucked her
with long, slow, deep strokes. But this time I told Reward to hold her there,
right on the edge, as I fucked her harder and harder.

I held back my own orgasm as I drove her wild with frustration, pushing her
hips up at me, pawing at my back, and beginning to sob with passion. "Oh God,
I'm coming, I need it, Tom," she panted. "Give it to me harder, I'm coming,
I'm coming."

But she still wasn't coming, not yet. I pulled up higher, hammering down into
her cunt, and she moaned louder and threw her legs up in the air. "Harder,
harder," she yelled, "I've got to come."

Then I let her have her release, as I slammed into her one last time, and then
ground my cock deep into her womb, shooting my seed into her. She screamed out
her lust and clawed at my back as I pushed into her. I was totally rigid for
what seemed a long time, before finally relaxing and collapsing on top of her.

Neither of us moved or spoke for a while. Finally I kissed her, slid off, then
laid beside her and pulled her to me for another kiss. She laid her head on my
chest. "That's what I've been needing," she said, "a really good fuck."

She turned to smile at me. "I've been thinking about this since the day I
first met you," she said, "and it was every bit as good as I had imagined."

Again we lay silent for a while. I caressed her back.

"Tom," she began in a worried voice, "I don't want you to think I'll take
advantage of this - in the office, I mean." She stole a quick look at me. "I
appreciate what you've done for me," now she turned to look full at me, "I
think we can keep our relationship professional, don't you?"

"I think so," I answered, "but let's let time sort things out." I pulled her
to me for a kiss, and began to knead her breast lightly. "We'll just enjoy
tonight tonight, and leave everything else till tomorrow."

She kissed me then, and put her hand down between my legs. As my cock began to
swell in her hand, she smiled and said, "I'll definitely go along with the
'enjoying tonight' part."

It wasn't long before my head was between her legs, and my tongue was between
her labia, and her groans were turning to yells (after her first orgasm, I had
told Reward to add more soundproofing to the room).

When I added a finger in her butt, she hesitated a second in apprehension,
but then let me go on. After a second she acknowledged, "That's good - I've
never done that before." Then she pulled away to reposition herself for a
sixty-nine.

I had enjoyed the earlier blowjob she'd given me, and this one was even
better - enhanced no doubt by her increased passion, and the delightful taste
of her just-fucked cunt. The double sawing motion of my finger in her ass and
my thumb in her cunt, together with my clit-sucking, had her orgasming again
soon.

As soon as she was down, I swung around until I was over her. I wasn't sure
if she was ready for this yet, but she quickly saw what I was doing and
immediately took my cock in her mouth. I slowly fucked her face for several
minutes as she sucked hard. Soon, my labored breathing told her I was near. I
thought she might want me out, but she held on tight and when she squeezed my
balls, I came with several long spurts. She swallowed every drop.

Again I collapsed beside her, and held her close. "I've never done that
before," she said with pride. I kissed her on her forehead, and we fell
asleep.

We had another fuck in the morning, then flew back to Phoenix with our
conversation mostly limited to work. At the airport, as we were about to
part, I pulled her back to me for a kiss. "I'll see you at the picnic
tomorrow?" I asked.

"I wasn't sure I was coming," she answered, "but I think I will - just to see
you."

The agency had rented a small private club on South Mountain for our annual
company picnic. The day was, not surprisingly, blazing hot - probably 111 or
so - so most of the party was either around the pool or around the bar. In
the evening, the plan was to sit outside where we had a view over the whole
valley, and watch the fireworks.

This was a family thing, and Chris and the kids had come with me. My daughter
was sulky, as teenagers generally are when forced into these occasions, but
she had brightened a bit when she'd found a few other teenagers to be sulky
with. Several of them had formed a group on the steps of the pool, where they
sat telling each other what a drag it was to be there ("drag", I suppose, is
no longer the right word, but I'm sure you know what I mean).

My son, not yet at an age where he felt the need to display how sophisticated
he was, was having a ball with the other kids, trying to splash as much of
the water out of the pool as possible. Chris and I sat around a table under
an umbrella with a few other couples and tried not to melt. Some of the
younger, unmarried staffers wandered between the tables, the bar, and the
pool. Debbie Kowalski had walked by in a moderately skimpy two-piece that had
made every male eye bulge.

"I remember being twenty-one," said Michelle Hawks, sighing. "Just barely."

"I remember being twenty-one," said Chris with a laugh, "but I don't remember
looking like that." Then she turned to me. "So what did you think, Tom?"

"I think she's a very attractive young lady," I said judiciously, "and I
refuse to make any further statement on the grounds that it might incriminate
me."

The other men at the table toasted my evasive action, and I was saved from any
further comments on the subject by the arrival of three newcomers.

Michelle was the first to see them coming and said, "Hi, Sharon, why don't you
join us here?"

Sharon, dressed like the rest of us in cool loose-fitting clothes (hers being
designer, of course) sat in the only chair available, opposite me, as
Michelle introduced her around the table. Sharon then introduced the kids,
saying, "I've talked about the girls so much I'm sure Tom feels like he knows
them."

I agreed with a smile, and suggested that the girls, who were wearing bikini
tops and cutoffs over the bottoms, head for the pool. They needed no urging,
ripping off the jeans as they left us. Little Bit went straight to join my
son and the other kids in their games, but Cassie hesitated. She was at that
tough age where she wasn't sure whether she wanted to be a kid and splash, or
join the teens in playing sophisticate. It looked like she wanted to play
grown-up, so I took her over and introduced her to my daughter, who welcomed
her into the group, perhaps a bit reluctantly, since Cassie was younger than
the rest.

As the afternoon got hotter (impossible as that seemed), most of the adults
made their way into the clubhouse. As the sun was going down and the food was
being served, Chris went outside to get the kids out of the pool. Sharon
headed for the ladies room.

I followed a few moments later, and timed my exit from the men's room so that
we met coming out. The bikinis, especially Debbie's, had made me horny, and I
needed a quickie from Sharon.

As she came out of the ladies room, I took her arm and guided her into an
empty room I had noticed earlier. The manager's office, it appeared, complete
with a leather couch. When we were in the room, I closed and locked the door
with a message to Reward to keep the manager busy, then I held Sharon tight
and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss, but quickly broke away, "Tom,
no -- they'll miss us."

"No they won't," I said, telling Reward to make it true, "they're busy with
dinner and the kids. We'll be back before they miss us." One hand was
stroking her butt, the other was under her top and moving toward her breast.
I kissed her again, then said, "I need you, Sharon."

That stroked her ego even better than my hand was stroking her butt, and she
yielded to me, returning the kiss and rubbing my cock.

"I need you, too, Tom," she whispered as she kissed my ear, "but let's hurry."
With that she pulled down her pants and stepped out of them. I stuck my finger
in her pussy and began frigging her to get her juices flowing. She kissed me
again and pulled down my shorts to get at my cock.

She began to lower herself to give me a blowjob, but instead I guided her
over to the manager's desk. I pushed her backward gently, then knelt in front
of the desk, spreading her legs and entering her pussy with my tongue.

She sighed as I entered her, then ran her fingers through my hair as I licked
her inner lips, then speared my tongue into her vagina. I ran it in and out
several times as Sharon began moving her hips to get more of it in. I
increased the length of the tongue to reach deeper into her, meanwhile
slipping a finger into her asshole.

Though this was great fun, we didn't have that much time, and I didn't want
to fool around with time in this case, since I couldn't think of any way to
explain it to Sharon. As soon as her wetness and her movements told me that
she was thoroughly ready, I stood up and slid my cock into her wet pussy.

I looked down at the sight of my assistant lying on the desk, with her pussy
spread open to take in my cock. I slid in and out slowly then, reaching down
to pull up her blouse to reveal her breasts in their pink bra. As I stroked
her, I played with her tits, and she smiled up at me. "God, this is good,
Tom, you'll have to do me on a desk again some time."

I laughed and assured her I would. Then I began stroking into her harder, and
she lifted her legs to wrap them around my waist and pull me into her. As I
picked up the pace again, she pulled herself up to a near-sitting position and
put her arms around me to hold me close.

Now I was pushing into her in a long series of fast, short strokes and she
was holding me tight, breathing hard into me ear and whispering encouragement
to me. "Oh I need it," she whispered, "put it in me, put it in me."

I stroked harder and faster as I could feel both our orgasms nearing, and she
rocked her hips back and forth on the desk, urging me on with her words and
with her arms and legs wrapped around me. Then suddenly she tightened her
grips on me and grunted hard, and I could feel her cunt muscles tighten on my
cock as she came. That was all I needed, and I spurted my sperm into her
waiting womb.

We remained wrapped in each other's arms for a while, then I placed my hand
under her chin and lifted her face to mine for a long kiss.

At last she pulled away with a sigh, getting up off the desk and looking
around on the floor to locate her pants. "Damn that was good," she said when
she had found them, "but now I've got to walk around with wet underwear." She
looked around and I had Reward put a box of tissues on a table near the
couch. She grabbed a handful, then turned away from me modestly as she dabbed
at her dripping pussy.

When we were both dressed, she had had time to get nervous again. "God, I hope
nobody noticed we were gone," she said worriedly.

I pulled her close and kissed her lightly. "Don't worry so much," I said with
a laugh, "it will make you grow old before your time." Then we kissed again.

"Hmmm," she said as she nuzzled my ear, "we never did try the couch, and it
sure looks comfortable."

I considered having Reward freeze the crowd while we grabbed another fuck, but
decided not. I let Sharon go out first, then followed a moment or two later.
Nobody had missed us.

Or had they?

On the drive home, Chris was very quiet, although I didn't think much of it,
distracted as I was by two overtired, squabbling kids in the back.

When we were in bed, I reached out for Chris, expecting the usual polite
rebuff, but got instead a question.

"Tom, what's going on?"

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"I mean," she began, then paused, "I'm not really sure, but something's
changed with you." Her voice was small, distant.

"I don't understand," I answered evasively. "Can you give me an example?"

"No," she said, after a pause, "but you seem so sure of yourself all the time
now. Maybe it's just because work is going so well -- Michelle told me your
presentation up in Denver was a big hit -- but you seem so self-confident,
almost cocky, like you know everything's going to work for you."

"Well," I reassured her, "everything has been going well lately, so maybe I am
getting a little over-confident." I laughed and tried to make it sound
light-hearted, "I'm sure I'll get my come-uppance."

"Another thing…." Long pause. "Tom, you know I've never cared much about
sex…." Another long pause.

"Uh-huh."

"…but lately you don't seem to care that I don't care."

I took her hand. "Well, I do care, but I guess maybe not as much as before." I
shrugged. "Maybe I'm just getting older." It was the best I could do on short
notice.

"Tom, do you have a mistress?" She spoke in a rush, as though to force out
something she didn't want to say.

"No," I answered. Not quite a lie, I said to myself in my best Clinton
imitation. I had several other wives, a bunch of slaves, and various other
women I fucked on occasion, but not a mistress. Not really -- unless you
count Beth, but I decided not to count her.

"Your new assistant seems very nice," she said, again in that small, distant
voice. "And very pretty."

"Chris," I said in a teasing voice, "are you jealous of Sharon?"

"No, I guess not," she answered at last. "I guess I'm just imaging things --
she seemed to be looking at you at the picnic."

"Well, maybe she thinks I'm sexy," I said, laughing.

Chris had to laugh then, too. "Boy, you really are full of yourself these
days."

Well, we made love then. I won't bother to describe it in any detail --
suffice to say that what it was, mostly, was dreadful. Sex with Chris, as
I've mentioned before, was never very good. Now that I was getting all the
great sex any man could want, the comparison was more stark.

I tried. What seemed like hours of sucking, stroking, tickling, probing,
tweaking, massaging, licking, caressing, and everything elsing every body
part I could think of did nothing more than raise her to the most minimal
level of interest, barely sufficient to complete the act.

I'm sure Chris tried too, but she was simply a person who didn't like sex.

I had semi-decided early on that I wasn't going to use Reward to change any
of my family members, but I still occasionally played with the idea of doing
something to make Chris a better sexual partner. Now, in addition, I might
have to use Reward because Chris was getting suspicious. For the moment I had
forestalled things, and for the future, I would be more careful. But
eventually, I knew, I would have to deal with the situation.