Damage Control Pt. 02 - COO

Between having to take care of Billy's resurging erections, and doing the basic chores, Ella still found time to write the article about the company's CFO. She described the trials in his life, his passion for his job, and his family. She painted a picture of a man who was dedicated to making those around him better, wanting to be a person to be relied upon. When it was done, she felt like she was able to capture the person outside of work rather than his capabilities on the job.

Ella pressed send and sat back. She felt it was a good story, telling of a man who had lived a rich and varied life. She focused on the experiences he and his late wife shared, on the gap created when she passed away from cancer. It was his work, and the company that saved him and she made a point not to be too overt about that but let the reader figure it out for himself or herself.

Later that day, she was called into Bruce's office. She was worried that he would tear her article apart but he was all smiles.

"This," he patted the printouts in front of him, "is exactly what we needed. I made a few minor corrections but 99% of what you wrote is spot on," he said. "Gerald wants similar stories on all the board members. Alan is expecting you this Friday at 8 PM. He's closer to your apartment so you won't need the motel room. Whatever you did to get Marvin to open up I want you to do again. I feel like I know the man a lot more than I did before, and I've worked with him for years."

* * *

Ella rang the doorbell at 8 sharp. She had done her research on Alan Wagner before coming. 6' 2", 45 years old. Graduate of Harvard Business School. Divorced... his third. Two kids living with his first wife. Avid golfer and fisherman. Spends much of his time supporting and volunteering at Austin Paws & Claws, a local humane society.

Alan opened the door with a smile and stepped back, "Impressive. Right on time. Ella Irish. Damn! I wondered if you were of Irish heritage and now it's confirmed. Come in, I was having a scotch. Would you like anything?"

Ella looked around before nodding, "Sure, single malt?" she asked. She nodded when Alan said it was, "Neat, please."

They sat on opposite seats in the large living room. Ella, on the large leather couch, pulled her dress down modestly as she sat. She thought about wearing nice slacks and a blouse but wanted to look as professional as possible though she had other thoughts. She remembered Marvin constantly checking out her legs early in the interview.

After a few preliminary questions about his responsibilities as COO, she asked about the animal shelter. She was impressed with how the man's face lit up as he outlined the improvements they made and their successes. He jumped up, grabbed an album off the bookshelf, and came to sit next to her.

Ella could feel the man's passion for the animals, and she found he was neither a cat person nor a dog person. There were pictures of both, and they were so wrapped up in the stories behind the photos that she was unaware they were nestled hip to hip.

When they got to the back page, Alan closed the book and realized how close together they were. "Sorry, I lose myself talking about these guys," he said.

Ella looked around, "I'm surprised you don't have a dog or a cat."

Alan looked suddenly sad, "I had a dog. A rescue... I lost him two weeks ago, cancer. He was not even 6," he said quietly.

Ella hugged the man and stroked his back, "I'm so sorry. So damn young," she said softly. They held each other for a minute or more before realizing this was not appropriate.

Alan blushed as he noticed how close they were and slid over to the far side of the couch, "Personal space," he explained. He draped an arm across his lap to hide his reaction to the feel of her warm body against his.

Ella smiled as she recalled how many times Marvin had invaded her personal space... spaces, and how many times they both came. "Don't worry about it. I'm told I'm supposed to find your passions, what inspires you," she patted the spot next to her, "I liked hearing about and feeling your passion. Does that make sense?" she asked. She picked up her glass and took the last sip of scotch.

Alan got up and took her glass. He came back to the couch with both refilled. He handed hers to her and sat next to her, "OK, I get it. Along those lines, I want to thank you for what you did for Marvin. He's a changed man. He is smiling more, and for the first time since he lost Elizabeth, he joined us for drinks after work."

Ella didn't know what to say, "What? What did I do?" she asked nervously. "Did he tell you...?" She noticed Alan's bulge for the first time. Was he packing earlier, and she missed it? Then her nipples hardened as she considered that she was alone with this great-looking man.

Alan smiled, "He didn't say a word. But thanks for confirming it. Someone needed to get him laid. Or was it just a blowjob? I know you took care of him somehow," he smiled. "Relax, I'm not going to tell a soul, I'm just curious, you know how it is. Marvin had been alone in that huge house of his for over 2 years. And this past week, once he joined us for dinner, and another for drinks. We couldn't get him up on the stage for Karaoke, but he laughed and joked." He stroked her bare thigh as he appraised the girl, "Damn! You are incredibly beautiful, and you had to have been the best thing that happened to him in years, maybe decades."

Ella blushed as she recalled how Marvin told her much the same thing after their 5th session. Her nipples throbbed, and she tried to get the interview back on track. "I'm glad Marvin was pleased with the interview, but I still have a lot to go over with you," she said. "Travel? Where are your favorite spots?" she asked. He had been stroking her leg and his hand was sliding under the hem of her dress and she did nothing to stop him.

Alan smiled, "I get it, and I'll answer every one honestly. I have just one stipulation," he smiled. His hand was still stroking her thigh, with his fingers softly exploring the soft skin of her inner thighs.

Ella sighed, "What? I'm worried about what the stipulation is, but I need to get through these."

Alan smiled, "How many more questions do you have?" he asked.

Ella looked at her tablet, "12 or so," she sighed, "What?" She looked at the man's evil grin.

"OK. I'll answer all 12, and after the first two, you kick off your left shoe." He nudged her foot with his right shoe. "Then, after questions 3 and 4, you kick off the right shoe. I think you can figure out the pattern here," he smiled.

Ella shook her head, "No... no way. I am not going to take my clothes off for you, I'm married," she protested.

Alan smiled, "OK. Another offer, after every question I answer, you need to answer one," he smiled.

Ella blushed as she guessed what the questions would be, "Can't we just be professionals and I'll ask the questions, write a glowing article about you and, we leave it at that?" she asked. She glanced down at the tent forming in his pants for the umpteenth time. 'Why don't I just answer his questions... or do I want door #1? To let him see me naked?'

Alan faced the girl, "Yes. Sure we can." He looked at her full lips, her flushed cheeks, and her nipples poking through the dress, "is that what you want? I'll tell you what. If you answer one 2-part question 100% honestly I'll answer every one of your questions and you can go home to your husband. Deal?"

Ella thought about it and nodded, "OK. One 2-part question." She took a sip of the scotch and wondered if it would be safe to drive.

"I know you fucked Marvin, or probably more accurately, he fucked you. My question is, where would you rate the session? Best ever; it was really good; so-so, or 'eh'. Think about it..." he chuckled as he saw the look on her face, "... or, I'm guessing you don't need to."

Ella blushed as she knew the answer. She nodded, "I don't need to think about it. Best ever. Please, never repeat that," she begged. "Follow up and we'll get back to the interview questions."

Ella had turned to face him, her left leg bent exposing her white thong. He stroked her thigh wondering if he'd ever felt smoother skin in his life. "OK, again, answer honestly. If it were the best sex ever, if your husband would never suspect, never find out, why wouldn't you want more of it?" he asked. He could feel the moist warmth of her pussy as his fingers brushed against the cloth-covered crotch.

Ella let out a gasp as she closed her eyes, "I... um... I shouldn't... it's... ahhh," she moaned when the man pressed a finger against her clit.

"Of course, you shouldn't," Alan said, "You're a good girl," he pulled the thong aside and pressed his finger inside her, "Good girls deprive themselves, it makes them feel good. Bad girls let themselves feel great," he said softly as he buried his middle finger deep inside the girl's sopping pussy. Then he pulled his finger out, licked it, and sucked her juices off. "I'll ask you again, one item of clothing for every two questions or you answer a question for a question. Choose one," he said.

Ella's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. "What happened to 'If I answer honestly you'll stop...?"

Alan smiled, "You. You don't want me to stop. I've been with a lot of women but never with anyone who was wetter before even kissing and whose nipples were harder," he said. He gently palmed her breasts, savoring the feeling of her rock-hard nubs against his palms.

Ella felt as if she were close to cumming as she gasped and leaned into the man's hands. She wanted him to keep going, wanted him to stop. The strongest voice in her head told her to grab his cock, to take it into her mouth, but another, more rational voice told her she had to get through the questions or she wouldn't have an article to write. "I'll take off an item for every three questions," she panted. "That doesn't mean I'll let you fuck me," she said.

"Deal," Alan smiled. He sat back, making no attempt to hide the large tent in his pants. "Before we continue, I have to honestly tell you that from what I can see, you have the best body for fucking that I've ever seen... I just have to say that."

Ella blushed, "You don't have to say that." She palmed her small breasts, "I know what men like and these aren't it," she groaned.

Alan chuckled, "I felt them and they feel perfect to me. And," he licked his middle finger again, "What men like is a tight pussy and yours felt like a vice."

Ella's first three questions went by quickly. "Define your childhood experiences that shaped who you are today." "Who are the people who had the biggest influences on you growing up?" And, "What was your first crisis, how did you feel about it, and how did you resolve it?"

Alan smiled as the beautiful redhead reached down and pulled off her left shoe. Then, he sat back in surprise as she turned toward him more and planted her bare foot on the tent in his pants. He was surprised as he already had more arguments prepared to open her up.

Without missing a beat, Ella continued with the next three questions. "Why did you choose this career?" "What setbacks did you initially encounter and what did you do to overcome them?" And, "Is there any particular decision you made that you'd like to redo?" After he answered, she pulled off her other shoe. This time, she looked him in the eyes while she pivoted more, putting both bare feet on his crotch. She licked her lips as she undid his belt using her toes.

Alan almost came as her soles stroked his cock while she deftly undid his belt.

Ella smiled as she went on to the next series of questions. These dealt with his vision of the future and his plans. When he finished, she slowly explored the length of his erect cock, "What should I remove next?" she asked softly.

Alan looked between her legs and nodded at her crotch.

Ella nodded, stood, pulled her thong down, and kicked it aside. She sat back down, her knees parted, and put her feet back on his cock. She knew he was looking at her swollen pussy but acted as if this were completely professional.

Alan sucked in a breath as he admired the first firecrotch he'd seen in person. The light behind him shone through the soft-looking patch of fur enhancing the various shades of red. His cock twitched as he anticipated parting her swollen labia.

After she asked him about what he considered his style of leadership, how he dealt with gaps in his understanding, and what he considers more important, efficiency or costs, she stood and pulled off her dress, leaving her with just her lacy white bra. She sat back down facing him, her feet back onto his lap. She looked at her notes while gripping his zipper with the toes on her left foot. She pulled on it slowly, happy that the nylon zipper moved smoothly. Then, with her right foot, she popped the button holding his pants together.

Alan groaned as his cock slipped through the slot in his boxers, and Ella's toes wrapped around it. He groaned and then tried to focus as he answered her next series of questions. These were about work/life balance, hobbies, and other charitable activities other than the animal shelter. As he responded, her soft feet worked his precum into the shaft. It took everything he knew how to do to resist cumming as she smiled knowingly at him.

Ella's feet were slick with his fluids as she kept stroking his cock, her eyes locked on his. She reached behind her back, unclipped her bra, and let it slide down her arms. She was now stark naked with another man she had just met. This was becoming a habit, and rather than feel guilt, she felt an intense throbbing. "OK, just a few more questions, and we're done," she said as she continued to stroke his cock. "Do you want to cum all over my feet, in my hands, mouth, on my tits, inside my pussy, or in my ass?" she purred.

Alan groaned, "All..." he counted on his fingers, "... six?" he asked.

Ella shook her head. "I have to get back home to my husband. I'll let you choose two," she said. "There's just no time for..."

"Call your husband," Alan said as he sat back stroking his cock.

Ella chuckled, "You are such a caring man. Are you determined to ensure I don't fall asleep... all night?" she asked.

Alan nodded. "I'm a good host, and I like my guests to feel comfortable.

"If you want your guest to feel comfortable, you wouldn't make them feel underdressed," she said. She smiled as Alan got up and unbuttoned his white custom-made shirt.

Ella got up, went over to her purse, bent over lewdly, and pulled her phone out of her purse. "Hey, babe. Look, I've got a few more questions I need to ask him... yes, it took a lot longer than I thought. Say, would you be upset if I crashed here? He has a guest bedroom... no, of course not. He's been completely professional. I know... I love you too. I'll see you in the morning." She hung up and appraised the naked man, "Wow! I guess you were right when you said you were up for any challenge," she grinned.

Alan walked over to the perfect redhead, his cock pointing up at her face. He pulled her close and kissed her. As if they could read each other's minds, he caught her under her ass as she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He didn't hesitate as he slid his cock inside her. She moaned happily in his mouth as he raised her and dropped her back onto his hard shaft. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom, sitting on the edge with their mouths and genitals locked together.

Ella was grunting with each deep penetration of the man's cock and she suspected he would never be able to last as she'd been teasing him for the past hour. But, the longer they fucked, the more she hoped she could cum before he did. She felt the intense tingling build up when she heard Alan.

"I can't... fuck," he gasped.

"Go on. You can cum inside me," she moaned. Just as she finished her sentence, Alan held her tight, and she swore she could feel jets of sperm splash against her cervix. She kissed him as he spasmed inside her, their tongues teasing each other. She held him tight but then felt the tingling rising. The thought of another man's sperm seemed to arouse something inside her. It was that way with Marvin the past week, and now...

Alan felt the last few weak pulses from his balls when Ella ground against him. Her moans vibrating his mouth. His cock was still hard as she held him tight and pressed her pussy hard against his pubic bone. Her tiny ass was flexing with each deep groan and he found her breasts, pinching her nipples as she came.

They rolled onto their sides, still holding each other, his cock deep inside her tight pussy. Alan stroked the girl's back as her breathing slowed. He's slept with many women, but this was the first time that he held someone after having sex. Every other time, he pulled out and went to clean himself up. "I'm glad you decided to spend the night. I wouldn't have let you go without a fight otherwise," he whispered.

Ella tried to squeeze the man's large bicep, and shook her head, "I would have been powerless to defend myself. You must be twice my weight. I guess I would have been at your mercy... still am, I suppose."

Alan rolled over so the small redhead was under him, and as he was still hard, he pulled out and thrust back inside. He could feel his previous load squelch out onto the bed, but he kept thrusting.

Ella moaned, "I guess you plan on abusing my pussy all night? What about the other 5 options?" she asked.

Alan looked at the girl, "You like anal? Not a lot of women do."

Ella shrugged, "Never with Billy, I mentioned it once and he thought it was gross... um, but Marvin introduced me to it."

Alan smiled, "I love a nice ass and yours is the best I've ever seen. If you're up to it..."

Ella nodded, "I'm game... I loved feeling a hard cock in my ass. Ahhh," she sighed as Alan pulled his slimy cock from her tight hole. She cupped her hand over her crotch as a stream of cum flowed out of her and between her ass cheeks.

Alan came back with a tub of Vaseline and a hand towel. "Here. Sorry. I have a confession to make. All week, I hoped you might be willing to have sex, so I abstained for the past 7 days... and, I might have taken a pill."

"Wow," Ella smiled, "My reputation preceded me. Does the entire board think I'm an easy lay? A slutty married woman?" she asked.

Alan chuckled, "Hmmm. We all discussed Marvin's remarkable new positive attitude, and we might have discussed the root cause."

"I'm considered a 'root cause?'" Ella asked as she finished wiping between her legs. "How many people were involved in this root cause analysis of Marvin's should I be concerned with?" she asked.

"Just those you'll be interviewing. I'm sure it will be fine," he responded. He took a glob of petroleum jelly and rubbed it onto his cock. Then as Ella pressed her chest into the mattress he took another glob and fingered her ass. "Most of the board is married, so I'm sure it will be all business. Are you ready?" he asked as he lined up the head of her cock with her virgin asshole.

Ella looked back, "Usually, but your cock is a lot fatter than... never mind. I am always up to a challenge," she smiled.

Alan pressed his cock against the tiniest puckered hole he'd ever seen. At first, he wondered if he'd be able to get inside her, but she must have found a way to relax because he suddenly slid right in. Ella let out a small yelp, but other than that, she didn't resist.

Prior to last week, she wondered why some of her friends said they enjoyed ass-play because it stung, but then, as the discomfort faded, it began to feel pleasant. Then, as Alan more aggressively pounded into her, his heavy ballsack slapped against her clit and she knew why her friends liked this. She always enjoyed the feeling of being at a man's mercy when he took her from behind, and this was even more intense. Billy wasn't a fan as he liked missionary... not exclusively... but mostly. In the past week, she had experienced standing sex in front of a picture window, being carried around, giving a foot job (is that a term?), and now getting fucked by a man she just met... second time in a week.

Alan was in heaven. Two of the more perfect ass cheeks under his hands, the tightest ass he'd ever fucked, his first redhead, and a beautiful woman willing to do anything. He bent over the girl's back to grab those perfect handfuls of tit. Her nipples felt like hard pebbles against his palm as he massaged her soft masses. The aching in his balls was enhanced by the rhythmic slapping against her wet pussy.

Any initial pain was long gone and replaced by an internal tingling that felt different from anything she previously experienced. Alan's rough hands on her nipples increased the wonderful tingling and she felt another orgasm building up. She did feel guilty about cheating on her marital vows and having multiple orgasms with other men did make her feel even worse about it. But, another voice overcame the one expressing guilt and it wanted more orgasms. She pressed her face into the bed and let out a low deep groan as the intense waves burst through her. This seemed to come from somewhere deeper inside and pushed farther out.

Alan pounded her ass harder as she came, the louder slapping sounds echoing off the bedroom walls. When the orgasm was done, she went limp and they flopped onto their sides, He liked this new angle allowing one hand to pull on a nipple and the other to play with her soft pussy. "So, I guess you like getting butt-fucked," he breathed into the back of her neck.

"Wow!" she panted, "That was... intense." She turned her head to kiss the man, moaning deeply into his mouth. She opened her legs encouraging him to play with her pussy, especially her clit. Amazingly, even after that powerful orgasm, she felt the deep inner tingling building again.

Alan thrust more slowly, but somehow more deeply into the redhead's rectum, and just as he felt everything boiling up, she let out another gasp and they came together.

The rest of the night, Alan recovered quickly which amazed him. He was used to having incredible stamina but he couldn't recall getting hard 8 times in a night, even when he was 18.

Ella groaned and walked stiffly into the bathroom. He pussy and ass ached from the intense pounding they took. She had no idea that any man could get it up as many times as he had, and she also had no idea a woman could cum over a dozen times in a night. She turned on the shower and climbed in when the water was steaming. She was savoring the hot spray when she felt Alan come up behind her, pressing his naked body against hers.

"You owe me a handjob," he whispered.

Ella shook her head as she turned to face him, "Non-binding. We didn't have a witness.... fuck!" she groaned as he lifted her, and dropped her onto his stiff cock. "Again? You told me it would be a week before..." she panted as he pounded her pussy while sliding his middle finger into her ass.

Alan held the beautiful woman hoping this wouldn't be the last time. "I wasn't thinking about any other woman. I'll fuck you anytime, any place. And, I still want my handjob."

Ella groaned as she felt another orgasm coming on. Why could she cum so easily, so quickly with these older men but not with Billy? Was it the taboo nature of this? The size of their cocks? No, it was how the base of their shafts kept grinding against her clit. Billy never hit her clit... could it be as simple as that? Her thoughts were interrupted as she felt the now-familiar tingling build rapidly inside her.

Alan held onto the lightweight girl as she came again. He'd never been with a more orgasmic woman and it felt good knowing he could satisfy her so completely. When she let out her last low moan, he lifted her off his cock, turned her around, and slid into her from behind. This fuck took longer than the others as Alan's balls were nearly drained. Finally, with a deep grunt, he spasmed his 9th load of cum inside the beautiful redhead.

Ella looked at the clock as they dried off, "I told Billy I'd be home at 9... he'll wonder..."

Alan lay on the bed, naked. As he stroked his cock, he watched the girl dress, trying to memorize every curve, every line of her lithe form. "You stopped to pick up milk... you can come up with something, I'm sure." He held her thong and smiled as he pressed it to his face.

Ella nodded, "I know. I just hate lying to him. This is so wrong on so many levels," she sighed. She came over to kiss him goodbye and he pulled her down next to him.

Alan put her hand on his cock. Even though he was sore, he'd get past that if she were open to staying. "I still want that handjob. You asked me what I wanted, I wanted all 6."

"Sorry, next time get it in writing," she joked. She saw the disappointment in his face, "OK. Next time I have to interview you... I can multitask."

Alan smiled, "You realize I have at least a dozen potential future stories in my head."

Ella groaned, "I'll bet you do. But for now, I need to get home to my loving husband and just hope he doesn't suspect anything that would ruin our marriage." She kissed him once again, rolled off the bed, and with a rueful look at his toned naked body, headed out to her car. She looked in the back seat at her overnight bag. When she packed it, it just seemed stupid but as she changed into more casual wear it was a lot better than returning home in her dress... especially since Alan kept her thong.

* * *

Billy was eagerly awaiting his wife's return. He fought the urge to jerk off all night anticipating hearing Ella describe how she succumbed to the older man's charms. He hoped her stories would include the exec being well-endowed and that he left her quivering from a series of powerful orgasms. In the back of his mind, he knew Ella wouldn't be even remotely attracted to men who were the same age as her grandparents but it didn't make the arousing images any less stimulating.

Ella hoped Billy wouldn't be upset that she spent the night at Alan's and hoped he accepted her lie about sleeping in the guest bedroom. He might be horny like he was after interviewing Marvin. She pulled into the driveway and steeled herself for however he felt. If he were horny, she'd need to act as if it had been a while... if he were pissed she spent the night with another man, she'd have to read how he reacts and either convince him nothing happened or encourage him. Then she recalled the number of times Alan got hard and how many ways she took care of him causing a physiological reaction. Her nipples instantly hardened, her pussy throbbed, and she felt her face, neck, and chest grow warm. She knew that Billy would see how flushed she was and would he suspect?

Billy felt a hormonal surge when he saw Ella come in from the garage. She had changed into tight shorts and a tee shirt. It wasn't the flimsy dress she left the house in but in its way was even sexier. He imagined how it went the previous night. The older man kissed her while unzipping her dress. She would have lowered her arms as the man pushed the dress off her shoulders, puddling to the floor. He would have stepped back to admire her naked form as she made no move to modestly cover herself up. The old guy must have been hard as a rock as her naked body was revealed to him. He was lost in his head when he heard her speak.

"Hey... what? Why are you looking at me like that?" Ella asked. "Is everything OK?"

Billy shook his head and pulled her close, "Sorry. I was just thinking how much I miss you when you're gone all night."

Ella chuckled, "You always get a chubby when you miss me?"

Billy chuckled, "OK. Perhaps I imagined you weren't missing me as much as I missed you."

Ella stepped back, "What does that mean? Of course, I missed you. It's strange sleeping alone... waking up alone after being married for a year."

"Never mind. It was a stupid thing to say," he said as he pulled her close again. "Just my stupid fantasies."

"Keep having them. The past week has been great... twice or more a day?" she smiled. She palmed his hard cock as she knelt. She unbuckled his belt, her eyes on his, "Was this one of your fantasies?" she asked as she yanked his pants and underwear down.

Billy gasped as Ella wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and nodded, "Close. He undressed you and you just let him... ohhhh," he groaned as his wife plunged her mouth onto his cock. "Christ, all night I imagined his rough hands all over you... grabbing your tits, fingering..."

Ella smiled and pooped his cock out of her mouth. She pulled off her tee shirt and bra, "His hands weren't rough when he grabbed my tits, but they're huge," she said. She slid his cock into her mouth as she cupped his balls listening to his ragged breathing. She had seen him turned on before but he seemed more excited than she remembered him ever being. She decided to try something so she bobbed her head a few more times on his cock before pulling off. She looked up at him as she pumped her fist on his cock. "Do you want to cum in my mouth or like Alan did... at least the first time, or do you want to fuck me and fill my pussy with your hot cum?" she asked softly.

Billy tried to answer but a powerful rush of lust triggered a surprisingly quick orgasm.

Ella flinched as a hot jet of cum splashed against her nose. She was barely able to open her mouth as the second spurt shot out. She sucked on his cock as she swallowed the biggest load she ever remembered Billy giving her.

Billy's balls ached as he staggered back, plopping his bare ass on the chair by the kitchen table, "Fuck! That... that was the most intense orgasm I ever felt. Wow!" he panted.

Ella grabbed the towel and wiped her face off, "I thought as much. Thank God you didn't hit me in the eye... it might have taken it out," she chuckled.

After cleaning up, Ella stopped Billy before he could go out to cut the grass, "Hang on. I need to clear something up. Sit."

Billy looked nervously at his beautiful wife. He nodded and sat down. "Clear up what?"

"Obviously, you like fantasizing about other men... um, enjoying me... or me enjoying other men," she started. "What I'm asking is... well, are you saying you want me to open my legs for some guy? Open my mouth, offer him my pussy?"

Billy shook his head but felt his cheeks flush. "I don't... fuck! I don't like that it excites me to think about you spending the night with those men. I know, I know. They're old and professional and probably look at you as a granddaughter or something, but even though I know that you'd never cheat and these men wouldn't do anything... I get hard over and over all night thinking that perhaps..."

"... perhaps they sit closer, innocently make a point by putting a hand on my bare thigh. They leave it there as I ask more questions, perhaps turn to face them which makes their hands slide up between my legs?" she asked softly as she stroked his cock. "Then, as if realizing where their hands are, they look down to see my panties, see the wet spot?"

Bill groaned as Ella stroked his cock. He undid her shorts before pushing them down, "Yes. I think about their minds no longer on your interview questions but on what you look like under your dress... without your bra and panties."

Ella nodded, "Makes sense. I am alone with powerful men. Men who always get what they want. After climbing over hundreds of other men to get to the top, you think a tiny, innocent girl would be much of a challenge?" she asked as she lowered herself onto his cock.

"No... no challenge. You'd do whatever they asked of you. How could you say no? You'd lose your job and if you didn't, you'd get a reputation for not being a team player," he said as he palmed her perfect tits. "Men like that are under a lot of stress and need stress relief. You'd be doing them an incredible service."

"I do like helping the company. I'll do whatever I can to please my superiors," she moaned. "I hoped you felt the same way," she said as she bounced on his cock.

"I do. I mean, I like fantasizing..." he said, "but even though I know you've done nothing, I wish you had but, I know this makes no sense, I like not knowing."

"So, If I let my next interviewee fuck me, don't tell you?" she asked. "Sadly, he lives just 10 miles from here so there would be no reason to get a motel room... which wouldn't leave time for you to wonder..."

Billy moaned as he thought about what he was going to suggest, "You could book a room... you know if the interview runs late and even driving 10 miles might be dangerous."

"It is dangerous. Not just falling asleep at the wheel, but idiots leaving bars and driving drunk. It would be safer to find a room near where he lives... you'd be OK with me sitting and talking to a man late into the night and not coming home until after we have breakfast... I mean, until after we eat Breakfast? Oh wow!" she gasped as Billy erupted inside her.

The rest of the weekend, Ella would drop comments about how warm and friendly both Marvin and Alan had been, intimating they were gentle when they touched her and Billy got hard over and over. She was barely able to write up her personal profile on the COO by Monday morning. When she hit and, she felt as if she captured the man and painted a picture of a driven, but empathetic human being.