Virtual Reality to My New Reality Part 4 By Melissa Huntington
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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."