Mel to Melissa Part 1
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"Welcome to Walters Travel. How can I help you?"
"Melissa Huntington to see Mike Walters."
"Yes, Ms. Huntington, if you'll have a seat, Mr. Walters will out to see
you in a moment."
I turned away from the receptionist and sat down. Susan had helped me
shop for some business-appropriate outfits. My fitted navy skirt clung
to my curves but hung below my knee, with a short slit. I had a white
ruffled blouse on with a fitted navy jacket keeping the girls under
wraps. I wore hair up with a few strands tumbling down around my face,
which was carefully made up for daytime hours.
As I crossed my feet and waited for Mike, I glanced at the receptionist.
I hadn't recognized her, but she certainly fit in with the receptionists
Mike had hired in the past: Young and beautiful - and usually single.
Mike had a reputation for banging the receptionists he hired, and I
wondered if this one had experienced his huge cock yet. If the past was
prologue, chances were she'd sleep with him then develop a jealous,
possessive streak that would lead to her termination. Why weren't
they just grateful to have been fucked by such an incredible man? I
wondered.
"I hope you haven't been waiting long, Ms. Huntington."
I looked up at Mike's twinkling eyes and smiled. His hand was extended,
and I rose and extended my own.
"No, not at all. Its nice to see you again."
Walters' Travel sold vacation timeshares. Or, more accurately, Mike's
company sold "discounted" vacations which required attendance of a tour
and sales presentation at a timeshare resort. Mike got bonuses whenever
someone actually bought a timeshare, but his main goal was to sell his
vacation packages to whoever could make even a small down payment. It
was a tough job, with salesmen working strictly on commission, with a
lot of turnover. Usually there were a few salespeople who did
consistently well, and a larger group who didn't do as well but did just
well enough for as long as they could. The rest quit within two or
three weeks.
As I entered the office behind Mike, I heard the familiar cacophony of
the phone room. We crossed the room in front of the processing desk and
I glanced at the faces in the cubicles. There were definitely a few I
recognized. I wondered if Susan had shared my secret with anyone other
than Mike.
We walked on beyond the phone room into a hallway with a pantry to one
side. Beyond the next door was another suite of offices, a conference
room, and finally, Mike's corner office. As I passed the conference
room I noticed that the last office had a sign - "Melissa Huntington -
Sales Trainer".
I followed Mike into his office and as he turned to close the door
behind me, my hands reached for his waist, but he intercepted my hands
and put them back at my side.
"I want you to come back and work for me."
I sat down opposite Mike and waited for him to speak.
"The position I have in mind would be working directly beneath me."
"Oooh, sounds like fun. But can't I be on top occasionally?"
"I'm serious, Melissa. Did you see the sales board out there? Sales
are down, turnover is higher than its ever been. I want you to become
my Sales Trainer. You knew how to sell when you were here. Teach them.
Train them. Inspire them. I'll pay you $1500 a week plus bonuses based
on sales volume."
I considered the offer for a moment. I loved the idea of working with
Mike, but knowing the game he played, could I handle watching him flirt
with the other women, seeing him disappear for long lunch breaks with
the receptionist? Would I turn into one of those jealous, possessive
conquests who couldn't stand the thought of knowing how many other
employees he was fucking, on top of the women outside the office? I
wasn't sure, but I was willing to find out.
"Alright, Mike, I accept your offer."
"Great! I am so glad. We're going to have a sales meeting in about ten
minutes. I'll get it started, then turn it over to you. Just follow my
lead - I am sure it will all be second nature to you. I've just got a
couple of things to finish up first. I'll come and get you."
I crossed the hall into my new office and waited. As the clock swept
toward 10 AM, there was a knock at my door.
"Ready? Let's have you take off that blazer, we're pretty casual around
here now. And let your hair down if you want. You'll have their
attention by the way you act, not how buttoned up you are."
I complied and followed Mike into the conference room. There was a
white board on one wall, and a large table seated ten people. Selling
on the phone is a young-man's game, and each salesman looked 25 or
younger. I could practically taste the testosterone that raged in a
room filled with aggressive self-confident young men.
Mike spoke, "You may notice that the sales meeting is a little smaller
than usual. That's because I've terminated everyone else. I have
worked too hard and too long to build this business to watch a bunch of
pansy-asses fuck around on my time. You want to work here? Sell.
Everyone of you still has a job, but none of you are going back on those
phones until you've been properly trained, properly motivated, by this
lady here. Her name is Melissa Huntington, and she's your new Sales
Trainer. Melissa?"
"Thank you, Mr. Walters."
I stood at the lectern at the front of the room. Mike moved to the
other corner and turned and watched. As I cleared my throat, one of the
sales people reached for the coffee service in the middle of the table.
"What are you doing?"
I said sharply, "I'm getting some coffee."
"Sit down. Coffee is for closers."
"Well I am a closer. I was top salesman last week."
"Oh, you were top salesman last week. What did you make?"
"Eight sales, a thousand bucks."
"Eight sales, a thousand bucks. Eight sales for a thousand dollars? I
made that much when I left after lunch and took four day weekends.
Coffee is for closers."
I snapped off the last sentence, and the kid put the carafe down and
slowly sat, staring hard at me.
"I've been asked by Mr. Walters to come back to this firm and help shape
it up. Its time to go over the basics."
Mike began writing on the white board.
"A - I - D - A. A - Attention. Do I have your attention? I -
Interest. Are you interested? I know you are interested because you
keep talking to me. D - Decision. What is your decision? A - Action."
Mike wrote again. When he finished I spoke again.
"A - Always. B - Be. C - Closing. Always be closing. The only thing
that matters in this world is getting that person to sign on the line
which is dotted. With the leads you have in this office, I could go out
and make $1000 today. There are people out there just dying to give
them your money. Are you man enough to take it?"
Mike was writing on the board again and I turned toward him.
"Can't we also say A - B - S? Always Be Selling?"
"Yes. 'Closing' is really just another word for selling."
Mike turned back toward the white board and I turned back to the sales
staff. Suddenly a couple of salesmen gasped, so I turned toward him
again.
He had pulled his cock out of his trousers. From the moment we parted
at the hotel, I hadn't stopped thinking about his cock - its texture and
taste, its incredible size and hardness, how it felt between my tits and
how it filled me up when he fucked me. Now it was just feet away from
me and I was mesmerized by it. It was everything I could see and
everything that I wanted, and like opposite sides of a magnet, I was
drawn to it.
As I reached him, Mike caught my hands and turned my wrists over. I
kneeled down before him but he shifted his weight forward until I was
sitting against the wall, my hands held over my head, his cock inches
from my mouth. He spoke.
"A."
"Always."
"B."
"Be."
I panted out my answers.
"S"
"Ssss ..."
He rotated his hips to place his cock within reach and finished the word
for me.
" ... ucking!"
I pulled his cock deep into my mouth, loving its spongy texture,
massaging it with my lips as it grew and hardened. Mike kept my hands
above my head while he started to pump his cock in and out of my lips.
I was moaning my pleasure. Soon it was at full size, and I could only
get a portion of it inside my mouth. Except for my moans, the room was
quiet when Mike started to speak.
"Melissa was wrong about one thing - you can have all of the coffee you
want."
"Blowjobs are for closers."
"I want you to get a better look at this. Everybody stand up and come
over here."
Mike released my hands and placed his hand against the back of my head,
holding it against his hardness. He didn't know I would have followed
his cock on my hands and knees right out the door. He maneuvered me
forward so that the salesmen could form a circle around us. He released
my head and I sat back down. Saliva connected his cock head to my lips
and I smiled up at Mike as I spread it down the shaft, then stroked him
with both hands. I lifted the shaft up and began to lick and caress his
balls, then reached around and pulled his ass forward so that he would
resume fucking my face.
"Oh yeah, that's nice. That's it. Suck the cock baby, suck the cock.
Melissa was right about one thing - there are people out there who are
just waiting to give you money. Are you man enough to take it?"
He moaned as I cooed over his cock.
"Now you've got this hot cock-loving cum-slut who is just waiting to
reward you for selling. Are you man enough? You want this hot woman to
blow you like this? Sell!"
I started to suck his cock more and more aggressively, slurping along
the shaft then bobbing my head up and down and up and down, again and
again.
"Oh, you like that when I say you're a cock-loving cum-slut, huh
Melissa? Yeah, you do like to hear that, don't you. Say it Melissa.
Tell us."
I released Mike and smiled at him, then spoke.
"I'm a cock-loving cum-slut."
"Louder."
I said it again, then devoured him again. He started pumping harder
than before, then withdrew and started stroking himself.
"Here it is Melissa. Here's your first load. Are you ready?"
I nodded and tilted my head back, my mouth open. Mike's cum started to
dribble out, then larger spurts coated my cheeks and forehead. I
swallowed what was in my mouth, then Mike used his fingers to push the
cum toward my mouth. Finally I licked and cleaned each finger and
swallowed the last of my reward. Mike spoke.
"Blowjobs are for closers, gentlemen."
I looked around at the ten young men who surrounded me. Each had raging
erections forming tents in their pants. Most had spreading stains where
the pre-cum leaked out. I felt sexy and beautiful, inspiring such a
reaction from so many handsome young men.
I raised myself up on my knees and reached for one crotch. I dragged my
thumb and index finger across the shaft and stared at its owner.
"Do I have your attention?"
"Yes."
His voice was a croak. I brought my mouth closer to his cock and blew
on it.
"Are you interested?"
His cock shifted and stirred more as he nodded.
"What's your decision?"
"To close a deal."
His breath was sharper.
"Then take action."
I whispered the last word seductively, and his cock shifted and a darker
stain started to spread through the pants. I'd made a man cum just by
sucking another man's cock then talking to him and barely touching him.
The feeling was incredible.
Mike spoke.
"First deal is on the house, gentleman. Blowjobs start with the second
deal. Jones, you owe the house two deals."
The salesmen filed out quickly and Mike closed the door behind them.
"Just follow your lead, huh?"
Mike smiled.
"They say that you're a lucky person if you can make a living doing what
you love to do. I figured this would appeal to you but I couldn't tell
you up front."
I shook my head in mock protest, then moved toward him and kissed him
hard. His cock was still dangling out of his pants. It was still slick
and I began to stroke him. He sighed, then pulled my hand off of him
and moved me a step away from him.
"I've got work to do, Melissa."
"C'mon - its going to take a while for anyone to get two deals closed.
You can't do what you just did to a girl then leave her hanging can
you?"
Mike looked at me, then began to stroke his cock.
"You really are a horny little slut whore, aren't you? Can't get enough
cock, can you? Tell me what you want. Show me that ass and tell me
what you want."
I unzipped my skirt and slid it over my ass and hips as I began to
speak.
"I want to feel my soft body against your hard cock. I want you to hold
me and slam your cock into me, fuck me with that monster until I cum.
And then I want to drain your precious cum out of your beautiful balls."
Mike continued to stroke his cock as I began to unbutton the sleeve of
my blouse.
"Show me your tits. I want you to cup them and hold them and make your
nipples hard. What do you want me to do with your tits, Melissa?"
I was panting heavily now, watching Mike's cock grow again to its full
size, and when I slipped out of my blouse, I cupped my tits in my bra,
then slipped a finger inside and brushed it across my nipple.
"I want you to suck my tits. I want to feel your warm breath against
them, I want to feel your hard cock brush against my nipples."
My ass was against the conference table now.
"Take your bra and panties off. Show me that cock-hungry pussy. Touch
yourself while you stare at my cock."
I did as I was told, and as I touched myself I shuddered with built-up
sexual frustration.
"Now come over here and slide your body against mine."
I slithered over to Mike, swinging my hips like a street-walker, then
turned and pressed my ass into him. I cupped my boobs while I leaned
back until my shoulders touched his, his cock to my side, his hand still
sliding over it.
"Lick my balls my slut whore."
I leaned forward and cupped his balls with my tongue, then slathered the
flat edge along the bottom of one, then the other. I moved my lips
toward the head but Mike pulled it away.
"Not yet, slut whore. You're going to get plenty of cock in your mouth
in the future. Lay down."
I walked backwards and lay back on the table. My knees were up, my
short heels on the table. I looked between my legs as Mike approached,
his cock swinging between his legs. He stopped just short of my pussy
and stood aside.
"Stroke my cock. C'mon, make it hard for your hungry pussy."
He stood beside the table and I reached eagerly for his cock and began
to stroke it up and down, up and down, moaning in frustration and pent-
up excitement.
"You want to suck this cock?"
"Yes."
I whispered.
"Beg for it."
"Please let me suck your cock. Please."
I pleaded and begged, and Mike reached for my legs and moved them toward
the center of the table, shifting my head toward his manhood. My head
fell off the table, and Mike slipped his cock into my mouth. His hands
reached out and squeezed my tits as he spoke.
"This is what you want Melissa? You love this big cock fucking your
mouth?"
I moaned and murmured my assent. With my throat stretched out, Mike was
getting more of his cock into my mouth than I had taken before. It felt
wonderful. I closed my eyes as my lips danced across each inch of his
shaft until finally I felt short hairs tickling my nose. I had gotten
the whole thing into my throat, and when he withdrew, he lifted my head
up and kissed me, and when I broke off the kiss, I stared into his eyes.
"Please fuck me now. Please. Fuck me. Now!!"
Mike kissed me one more time then gently lay my head down and pulled my
legs so that the monster between his was between them. He pressed
himself into my opening and I gasped loudly as I received him. Almost
immediately I began to cum. I started whimpering quietly then my cries
grew louder and louder.
"I'm going to cum on your cock ... I'm gonna cum on your cock ...."
My cries filled the room and Mike clamped his hand over my mouth. He
spoke in a low hiss.
"Cum on my cock, Melissa. Feel it sliding inside your pussy. This is
what you love, isn't it? You love this big cock fucking you, so long
and hard. You love that cock don't you?"
My eyes were wide, tears began to form as I gripped his arms and just
nodded my head. I was cumming again now and Mike was driving himself
into me with total abandon. My vision was cloudy, my body was shuddering
and spasming against him when Mike pulled out, swung my body around, and
slipped his cock back into my mouth. Like a rag doll I lay their limply
as he pumped in and out of my mouth, then finally he pulled out and
started to stroke himself.
This time when he came it was in long, thick ropes of cum which painted
my tits. Smaller spurts of man juice landed on my tongue and lips.
Mike massaged his cum over my tits as I slowly caught my breath and
regained my strength.
Finally I sat up and watched as Mike slipped his cock back into his
pants and zipped up.
"Take a few minutes to rest up and put yourself back together. With any
luck, there are some happy salesmen waiting for you."
I put my clothes back on, this time leaving my panties off. After
fixing my makeup, I stepped outside the conference room.
There were four men standing against the wall in front of my office.
Jones was first in line. I motioned all four into the conference room,
then saw another salesman turn the corner toward my office.
"C'mon. We were about to start."
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