CEO Is Fellatio Fanatic

CEO Is Fellatio Fanatic

"Oh my goodness..... your tongue has my cock and balls aching," said Steven, director of public relations at Creampie Communications. "I have blown my wad three times already today, and as much as I enjoy your hands and lizard lips abusing my genitals, I must ask you to stop!" He pulled his weary wanker away from boss's hungry mouth.

With that, the harried 26-year-old male marched straight to the HR department to file a formal complaint.

Harriett, the director of human resources, tried her best to calm down Steven, but he was in pain and unconsolable. She took down the details of his encounter with the company's senior executive, who had demanded Steven "get it up" for the fourth time today. She had the young man sign and date his complaint and then filed it in the "Felicia's Fellatio" file cabinet that took up the entire wall space. Harriett barely had time to do her real job in between the constant male complaints about the chief executive officer needing, no, demanding to give blow jobs to any set of cock and balls that entered the building.

The creative HR director decided to immediately place an ad online for "virile men between the ages of 22 and 30" to become Fellatio Fellows and earn a salary and full benefits -- especially health insurance -- to satisfy the urges of the talented and experienced female leading the marketing firm.

This was the only way Harriett knew to keep the CEO happy while allowing regular business to function. Screening would start on Monday, if not sooner. She also plastered flyers at athletic facilities for men, gyms, barber shops and golf courses.

"Earn and Make Sperm as a Fellatio Fellow at Creampie Communications. Salary, full benefits and continuous pleasure offered by a skilled female who has a fellatio fetish that won't quit. Text Harriett for details about screening criteria."

This seemed to be the only answer.

Felicia Feelgood, Chief Executive Officer of the woman-owned marketing agency in Cincinnati, was sensational at building a brand for a person, company or non-profit and her success was known nationally. And she was sensational at something else, too.

At age 45, she was in the height of her career and was becoming a sought-after speaker and consultant on a myriad of projects. Her work was intense, people-oriented and offered her both travel and monetary benefits.

She did, however, have one personal passion that defined her among her female colleagues - but more so for her male employees, clients, and vendors.

Once Felicia got to know a man a little, she would wander into naughty talk and try to root out the sexual preferences, kinks and turn-ons of her male colleagues. It started out slowly and then, all of a sudden, she would find an opportunity to get a new male connection alone and brush up against his privates to feel if her dirty talk and suggestive attire would cause an erection. If she got any hint that a guy was getting turned on, or was in fact packing a boner, she would have his pants unzipped, down around his ankles, or all of the way off giving him a blow job within seconds.

Felicia was soon given the nickname "Fellatio Fanatic" and it stuck.

As CEO, she had the power to fend off internal human resource complaints. And because her branding and marketing work was so impressive, clients and vendors just allowed extra time for in-person meetings with the "Fanatic" to get their cock sucked and offer her a cum shot of appreciation. Felicia was an equal opportunity cock sucker -- she knew how to ignite the blood flowing in a male's cock whether he was 21 or 71 and all ages in between.

New employees, clients or vendors had no idea of her carnal appetites the first time they were alone with Felicia, but they soon learned of her insatiable desire to view, handle, suck and taste penises. She indulged her passion in her office or in the board room, during zoom calls, in the car, at the movies, on the couch watching television, in an airplane, at a restroom or the gym locker room, during movies, and even once in the root vegetables section of the grocery store. She was unstoppable, uncontrollable and insatiable.

The male chairman of her board was at first befuddled by Felicia's passion. When asked soon after he had been on the winning end of her fastidious and explosive blow jobs what he thought of her, though, he did not hesitate to offer this three-word response:

"A real find."

Would the creation of a Felicia's Fellatio Fellowship program do the trick? We would soon see if this strategy worked.

Screening the Scrotums

When an interested gentleman reached out to Harriett about the advertisement, she sent him instructions for the application process:

There was a standard employment questionnaire, including resume, employment history, and references. Then there was a downloadable color photograph of the company CEO, Felicia Feelgood, in a beautiful business suit, and a portal for uploading a video. Applicants were to print out the photograph and use it in a short Tribute Video of the applicant jerking off to the CEO's picture which would be watched by HR staff and the CEO. Those candidates meeting the employment criteria would be invited for an interview.

Felicia met with Harriett soon after the position opened to discuss the criteria she would be using when she watched the videos and met with each candidate:

"Harriett, dear," Felicia said, "I want to tell you what I am looking for in my new assistant."

"Yes, Felicia," replied Harriett, noting that Felicia was looking out the window of her office at a group of young shirtless men playing football at a park across the street.

"I'm sorry, what was I saying?" Felicia asked.

"Yes, ma'am - the criteria for evaluating the candidates?" Harriett offered.

"Oh, yes, right. Well, I leave it to you to go through the resumes, where they've worked before, etc. I'll take care of the video review and let you know which ones I want to meet with. I'm particularly interested in these features." Felicia handed Harriett a document, then continued.

"Can you have the staff set up a file system for me where the videos are clickable, and these features are listed in a spreadsheet? Thanks."

Harriett looked down at the list Felicia had given her.

The force of the man's ejaculation;

The volume of cum he released;

The consistency of his cum - creamy, runny, lumpy, other;

The taste of his semen (to be determined at the interview);

The candidate's penis length, girth, and head size;

The candidate's ability to remain hard;

The candidate's ability to deliver multiple rounds (to be determined at the interview).

She sighed. "Felicia, Felicia, Felicia..." she thought. She sighed again.

Felicia noticed, and said in reply, "Yes, so many cocks, so little time. But we gals must do what we can, mustn't we, Harriett?"

Harriett turned to leave, and Felicia looked back out the window again.

"Oh, and Harriett," Felicia called out.

"Yes?"

"Be a dear and make sure the boys across the street are aware of our opening. Especially that tall blonde one playing quarterback... if you would, please?" Felicia said with a smile.

"Yes, Felicia, right away." Harriett replied.

Soon resumes and tribute videos started surging into the online application system. Felicia spent hours watching and rating the Tribute videos, while still managing to suck off the hunky maintenance worker who came to fix a light in her office and swallowing a load from the delivery worker who dropped off a package for her.

Two days later, there were four clear finalists who stood out from the field:

E. Jacque Yulait, a French-born executive assistant from Creampie's chief rival, Cumshot Consulting;

Ben Boner, currently employed with Moneymaker Marketing;

Dick Hardy, a mid-level manager at Seminal Solutions;

And John E. Wadd, an information specialist at Splashzone Systems

Harriett invited them for personal interviews with Felicia, one on each day. The competition for the position would be a long, hard, process.

Day One -- Felicia Feels Frisky And Bones Ben

The videos of the four Fellatio Fellowship finalists delivering Felicia "tribute cum shots" to her business attire photograph were so creamy and delicious, she got frisky and decided to surprise the first candidate, Ben Boner.

As Harriett showed Ben, a 5'11" white guy with light brown hair and a nine-inch dick, into Felicia's office suite, he wondered where the cum-hungry CEO could be hiding. He saw a partition and decided to look behind it.

"Oh, my God, she is unbelievable," he thought. Felicia was naked with 34C pert tits clad in only red high heels, a red garter belt holding up fire red stockings and her toenails and fingernails were painted crimson. The female leader's landing strip was reddish brown, matching her long flowing hair color. Otherwise, she was clean-shaven with her pink pussy lips showing.

Behind her, there was a full-length mirror offering him the back view of her curvy ass and the back strap of the garter belt holding up that sexy red hosiery. How sexy!

Within seconds, his nine inches ballooned in his pants to 10 inches, and Felicia saw the immediate response her attire had on the 24-year-old stud. She dropped to her knees before him and anxiously unzipped his pants and undid his belt. As she dropped to the wooden floor, Ben saw her tits bounce in the front and her ass and pussy lips from the rear in the mirror.

Before his dress pants and bikini briefs dropped below his knees, Felicia had both hands rolling and stroking his cock and her lips encircling his cock head with pre-cum forming. The CEO spat on his cock and rubbed in her juices to mix with the salty cum to grease the process.

Felicia's left hand roamed his ass and balls and tickled his fancy and brought about a gentle rocking motion to her sucking and his fucking her face. Ben had been blown many times, but this mature CEO knew her way around a phallus. She was able to take in all 10 throaty inches and hold her grip on his saliva-covered cock. Her lips and mouth rocked his world as she gurgled, slurped and sputtered saliva down her heaving breasts.

Felicia had put her finger on it -- Ben's bodacious boner had a keen curvature to it that most men lacked. She was anxious to see what she -- and he -- could do with that heavenly hot dog.

In preparation for the interview, Ben had withheld ejaculating for three full days and his balls were full and his pecker was more than ready to explode three rich, creamy ropes of semen all over lovely, refined Felicia. As he came all over her mouth, chin and tits, she held his firm ass and then lapped whatever spilled up.

Felicia could not have been happier that Mr. Boner lived up to his name and never lost his erection. In her friskiness, she intended to test his sexual mettle.

She took Ben to a couch, his dick bobbing with every step, and Felicia enjoying the view.

The sex-hungry CEO laid on the cushioned couch and spread her legs high, with the red high heels to the ceiling, exposing her wet pussy, and asked the candidate to show her how he made love to a woman.

Ben was erect, Felicia was sufficiently lubed, and he could have easily plunged his cock straight into her honey pot.

But, being a sensuous lover, he did not. Instead, he licked her pussy and explored her vulva, labia and clit, going around the world and back and sending Felicia into ecstasy. She began moaning and then screamed for Ben to drive his wedge into her sand trap; he naturally hit the shot with all of his might.

Ben Boner did not disappoint. He used his muscular arms to lift her heels even higher, spread her legs as far apart as they would go, and slid his meaty cock into his evaluator with a pro's skill and force.

Felicia gave out a "Fuck me.... yes," as he entered her, and then kept a string of expletives and encouraging comments running as Ben developed a slow and then steadier rhythm to his fucking.

"Take that, you white bitch," Ben said. "I wanted to show you my sensual side. Now, I want to give it to you rough, queen."

He flipped Felicia over the back of the couch, teased her pussy and asshole with his greasy cock and slapped it on her ass, making noises. Felicia's hair was wrapped around Ben's manly hands like the reins of a horse's bridle, and he used her ample locks to control her, moving Felicia to the right and then the left before he plunged his rigid rod into her pussy with emphasis.

She reacted abruptly, not used to being ridden like a bull steer, and the more she fought his hard fucking, the more intense the sensations she felt. An orgasm was upon Felicia and she could not control her fate. Ben had her hair pulled back and his hips and ass were bucking with her hips, which caused his entrenched dick to work its heated magic.

Ben could feel the explosion of Felicia's fluids and the shuddering thunder of her intense orgasm. He was feeling very good about his audition to be her fellatio fellow and to do this to her on demand.

The fucking slowed and Felicia looked for Ben's direction on his climax.

To help him, she said, "Cum inside me. I want to feel your warmth and get a sense of your ability to light me up." This was a rare treat for Ben to cum inside a hot beautiful woman so he took his time and maneuvered his cock to achieve the greatest cum blast inside the CEO.

Harriett was pacing outside her boss' office, surprised at how much time she gave this initial fellowship candidate. She had just learned that John E. Wadd would be coming (literally) tomorrow for his in-person audition.

Could his performance beat Ben D. Boner II, thought Harriett, looking at her clipboard.

Well Wadd-dy you know

Bright and early Tuesday morning, John E. Wadd, currently with Splashzone Systems, walked confidently into the C-suite of Creampie Communications. Hanna Handjob, Felicia's receptionist, and Harriett from HR greeted him.

John was 5'10" with dark curly hair. He filled his suit nicely - no doubt due in part to his many hours in the gym. John had been a gymnast in high school and college and had maintained his physique since completing his education.

His physique had obviously caught the attention of Felicia, for lurking within his pants was a sturdy seven inch cock. What he lacked in length, he more than made up for in girth, resembling an arm more than a penis. Felicia had wondered if she could fit him into her mouth and knew she had to try.

For her part, Hanna also found John very appealing. While she didn't share Felicia's thirst for testosterone, she sported a serious kink for watching a man erupt in pleasure. That John had been working for Splashzone made him even more intriguing to Ms. Handjob.

"Perhaps if Felicia doesn't like him I can have him instead," she thought quietly.

Hanna's phone rang.

"Hanna, please send in Mr. Wadd," said Felicia, "and please hold all my calls for the next several hours."

"Right this way, Mr. Wadd," Hanna said, opening Felicia's office door.

John stepped inside. Felicia was standing at the windows again, looking out at the park across the street. The young men were playing football again, led by the handsome quarterback.

John cleared his throat. He noticed she was wearing the same suit that she had on in the photo for the tribute shot.

"Ah, good morning," Felicia said, walking across the room. "Felicia Feelgood."

"John Wadd, wonderful to meet you," John said. "You are even more beautiful than your photo."

"Thank you, Mr. Wadd, and I must say yours was a very impressive application. You work with Splashzone, yes?" Felicia asked.

"Yes, we are the supplier of choice for the adult industry. Drapes, furniture coverings - for every splish, there's a Splash product," John said.

Felicia sat on the edge of her desk, and asked John to sit in the chair in front of her. She crossed her legs seductively as he sat down.

"John, would you like a taste of what it is like to work as my executive assistant?" she said.

"Yes, yes, I would." John replied eagerly.

Felicia spread her legs wide, revealing her exposed and moist pussy. "Come have a taste of the job, John," she said.

John knelt and began to feast upon Felicia's shaven sex. He swirled his tongue around her already swollen clit, then sucked it into his mouth. Felicia clutched his head and guided him around for several minutes, moaning as he teased her with his rather knowledgeable fingers and tongue. Then she urged him to stop. It felt so good but he was here for her to test his cock.

"Well, no sense beating around the bush, John," said Felicia. "You've had a taste of me. How about I see what you bring to my office? Let's trade places."

Soon, John's pants and underwear were around his ankles, and Felicia was on her knees.

"Your video was quite accurate," Fellicia said, licking the tip of John's thick cock. "I don't know if I can even fit you into my mouth. My fingers don't reach all the way around you."

"I am rather sturdily built, yes," John said proudly.

Felicia reached into her pocket and called Hanna.

"Hanna, please come in here. Thank you."

Felicia began to lick up and down John's throbbing shaft.

Hanna came in and said with a start, "Oh..."

Felicia stopped her licking and said, "No, please come in and give me a hand with young John here."

Hanna looked wide-eyed at John's branch-like cock. She had never seen anything so thick, and it seemed Felicia was equally surprised.

So, Hanna, why don't you take John by the hands and stroke him," Felicia said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And if anything happens, I'll make sure to catch it."

Soon Hanna was jerking John's cock and Felicia was flicking the tip with her tongue. John began to breathe hard and twitch. Felicia opened her mouth wide and John unloaded a major wad right onto her tongue. She swallowed it greedily and continued to lick and swallow every drop that came out. Hanna's eyes were almost as big as her nipples were hard seeing all this.

"You like your pineapple, don't you, John," Felicia said, licking her lips.

"Yes, ma'am, every day," her replied.

"Well, John, thank you for 'cumming in' today. It was a very sweet experience," Felicia said, straightening up. "Hanna, please help John out."

Hardy Boy A Mystery

On Wednesday morning, Felicia buzzed Hanna Handjob and asked where her 10 a. m. appointment -- Mr. Richard "Dick" Hardy -- could possibly be. The sexy CEO had eaten her coffee and breakfast, received her daily briefing by her financial team, and by 10 a. m. felt it was prime time for a blow job or two before an early lunch.

Hanna, her trusty receptionist, and the even more harried HR director Harriett were both scrambling to contact Mr. Hardy. He was more than 15 minutes late -- a mortal sin as defined by Felicia with her strict business and personal regimen.

Felicia could not help looking out her large window onto the ball field below, where she could see that tall, blond, agile quarterback practicing again. She called Hanna in to share the view. They both admired his throwing ability, but it was his chiseled chest and arm muscles that appealed to both women.

"I hate to ask..." said Felicia. "No, actually I don't.... you fucking work for me. Go down and get his name, age and life situation. Also share with him the Fellatio Fellowship opportunity."

Hanna was used to Felicia's many demands, but this time she did not mind a bit. That blond hunk was a specimen she might be interested in exploring for herself.

Ten more minutes passed, and Felicia told Harriett that "we might have to call in The Hardy Boys -- Frank and Joe -- to find their long-lost relative Dick, who seems to be standing us up."

Harriett laughed and said, "I don't even think Nancy Drew and the Clue Crew could find Dick Hardy. He must be hungover or got a better offer since we scheduled his audition."

All was not lost as Hanna entered Felicia's office. "I have good news and bad news about the blond quarterback."

"Please report," barked Felicia.

"The good news is he is in the lobby waiting to meet you," she happily reported.

"That's great news," said Felicia, "What's the downside?"

Hanna hesitated, thought about it, and boldly said, "He is in for an audition right now.... however, he demanded that I also be present and participate."

The normally loyal receptionist had actually lied to her boss. The cute blond QB never made any conditions. He very much wanted a blow job from a mature woman who could make his life goals come true - and he had been secretly making a concerted effort to gain attention by playing football in the park each day. But Felicia had no idea.

It was now almost 11 a. m. and Felicia bellowed, "Get his ass in here now. You can stay in the room but your role will be minor and I will decide if he is hired for the fellowship."

Hanna departed to retrieve the blond-haired 21-year-old whose proper name was already on their list for a Thursday 'interview': E. Jacque Yulait!

Firing bullets from the Shotgun Formation

Hanna returned with Mr. Yulait. He wasn't dressed for a formal interview but rather was in a polo shirt he'd hastily pulled on, jeans, and running shoes. His blonde mane of hair was tousled from the breeze outside and from running while playing football. His skin was still flushed from exercise (and perhaps the hurried nature of his appointment), but he walked with the easy confidence of an athlete.

"Ms. Feelgood, this is Mr. E. Jacque Yulait. He is actually our Thursday candidate - but as you'd asked him in, he's here a day early," Hanna said. She closed the door behind herself and sat in a chair near the door under Felicia's watchful eye.

"Mr. Yulait, welcome," Felicia said, stepping forward to shake Jacque's firm hand. "I am Felicia Feelgood, and I am the CEO of this company. I see we are meeting a day sooner than we'd initially planned. You've been outside my office for several days playing in the park, haven't you?"

"Yes, Ms. Feelgood, I.." Jacque started to respond.

"Please, call me Felicia," Felicia said, "and have a seat here on this couch near the window." She walked over to the couch, gesturing to Jacque, and sat down with one leg underneath herself and one leg angled 'just so' to highlight her shapely gams.

Jacque sat down next to Felicia with an air of self-assurance. He continued to finish his statement.

"Yes, Felicia," he said, with just a hint of a foreign accent in his pronunciation of her name, "When I sent in my materials, I'd already been researching your company a bit, including scouting your corporate offices here. Playing ball seemed like a good way to familiarize myself with the location, and it also gave me the opportunity to make a good impression, perhaps on whoever might be in the C-suite looking down on the field."

He continued, "and then when Ms. Harriett came out and told my friends and I about the new opening in your firm, I jumped at the opportunity. I think I am well-endowed for the position."

"Yes, I reviewed your materials, and I would agree you certainly are well-endowed, Mr. Yulait..." Felicia said, running her hand lightly along Jacque's leg.

"Please, call me Jacque," he interrupted. He moved his leg closer to Felicia, which allowed her hand to slide up his leg near his already bulging crotch.

Felicia continued, "Well, Jacque, I appreciated the enthusiastic way in which you responded to the video request. Between that and your other credentials which I have seen these last few mornings out my window, I'd like to see if you indeed have the skills to pay the bills." Felicia slid her hand up to begin stroking Jacque's cock through his pants. Jacque calmly spread his legs to give her better access.

"Hanna, please use your phone to record this next portion of Mr. Yulait's interview, please," Felicia said, "so we can review it later in our selection meeting."

"Yes, ma'am," Hanna said, quietly smiling that she would have a video of Jacque's assets on her phone.

Felicia expertly unzipped Jacque's jeans and slid her hand inside the elastic band of his underwear. She took hold of Jacque's cock and began to pull it out.

"Well, longer than you looked on the video, excellent," Felicia exclaimed. "Please stand, Jacque."

Jacque stood before Felicia. He had been waiting for this moment for some time and had abstained from any sexual activity for a week. If she wanted an impressive shot, he would do his best to live up to his name.

Felicia slid to her knees and slipped her lips around Jacque's cock. "Mmm," she said as she took him into her mouth.

"I hope I am making a good impression," Jacque said, already feeling a little under the influence of Felicia's fabulous fellatio skills. He ran his fingers through her hair and watched her slowly take him deeper and deeper. She pulled away for a second and then said in a low voice, "The only impression I want from you, Jacque, is an impression of your sweet cock on the back of my throat." She began to deep throat him. Jacque gasped as Felicia took all eight inches without batting an eye.

Felicia pulled back once more. "Hanna," she called, "while I enjoy sucking Jacque's cock, perhaps you could play with his balls a little? Here, we can put the camera on my desk so your hands are free."

"I can hold it," said Jacque, smiling. Hanna handed him the camera.

Hanna went down on her knees and began to suck and tongue Jacque's balls while Felicia worked his shaft in and out.

So far, Jacque seemed to be a winning combination: he had a lovely cock, he certainly could remain hard, and based on his video, he had the force, volume, and consistency that Felicia liked. But the proof was in the pudding...

The two ladies continued their magic on Jacque's cock for several moments. He showed considerable restraint at not losing control thus far. But then, Felicia paused and said, "Jacque, time to live up to your name. I am well past my mid-morning feeding." She wet two fingers and slid them into Jacque's ass, expertly massaging his prostate while she slurped on the head of his cock and Hanna sucked his balls.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," Jacque groaned, and let forth a massive gush that not even Felicia could consume. Creamy white cum dripped out of her mouth and onto Hanna's lips and tongue. Jacque continued to check off more boxes on Felicia's mental list - very forceful climax, lots of volume, very creamy, and mildly sweet.

The ladies allowed Jacque a brief respite while they compared notes on his performance. Both agreed he'd scored high marks. But the all-important ability to deliver multiple rounds in a day remained. Was he Jacque the one shot cock, or was Mr. Yulait able to deliver le lait several times a day?

Fellatio Friday To Finalize Phallic Fellowship

Jacque was spent and both Felicia and Hanna were duly impressed with his fellowship audition.

"Merci de votre excellent travail!" said a very pleased CEO, with her executive assistant in awe of this guy's performance and potential.

"Jacque, we have some internal reviews and considerations to discuss," said Harriett, the tall, attractive blonde HR director, "but closely watch your texts. We may want to call you back for an encore that could seal the deal." With that, she winked and bid the Frenchman au revoir.

Felicia ate lunch out every day, and when she returned, she huddled with Harriett and Hanna.

"Well, ladies, what did you think of our fellowship candidates?" said the delighted CEO.

Harriett piped up and said Felicia was a genius for suggesting try-outs for the young men.

Hanna looked at her scorecard and minced no words about their performances:

Ben Boner, currently employed with Moneymaker Marketing:

"Nine-inch long dick that was better for fucking than fellatio."

John E. Wadd, an information specialist at Splashzone Systems:

"Seven-inch long dick that was too big around for Felicia to fellatio."

Dick Hardy, a mid-level manager at Seminal Solutions:

"A zero, and a no show."

E. Jacque Yulait, a French-born executive assistant from Creampie's chief rival, Cumshot Consulting:

"Just right.... but can he repeat and allow us to beat the meat?"

Felicia decided that the exercise to cast the net for a Fellatio Fellow was too much fun to make a hasty decision.

"Ladies, I think we should stretch out this opportunity and make the most of our feminine power over these studs," said Felicia, cackling in her devious way.

"It's Wednesday afternoon now. What if we give our top three candidates a few days to hold their semen for us, then have them come back; we three will give them one more go -- stir their cocktails, tease their balls, tickle their pickles, and expand their cumming horizons.... all for our personal pleasure."

Felicia said she wanted to taste Jacque once again, while she saw Hanna liked John E. Wadd and Harriett took a shine to Ben Boner.

"We each have a go with these top cocks and compare our cum-covered faces after an hour with each to make our final decision?" said Felicia, laughing.

Harriett and Hanna readily agreed to having the young men back for another round. They would also record their sessions and have video proof of their risqué rendezvous with these fellowship candidates.

"What a resume builder this will be for one of them," laughed Harriett. "If I saw 'Fellatio Fellow' on a LinkedIn profile or curriculum vitae, that guy would rise to be my number one in-person interview."

So it was set that the last day of the work week would be Fellatio Friday. Harriett set details of the second round in motion.

Fellatio Fillies Get Their Fill of Phallic Filet Mignon

At 10 am, the three gentlemen made their way to the offices of Creampie Communications. Ben D. Boner met Harriett in her suite in HR. Hanna Handjob met John E. Wadd in the corporate board room down the hall from Felicia's office. E. Jacque Yulait met Felicia in her office.

The ladies prepared in advance how they would test each man's ability to fire repeatedly with his gun. Harriett planned to have Ben bone her from behind until he came and then would tempt him with a tit fuck and blow job for round two. Hanna had noticed that Felicia couldn't get her mouth around John's ample tool, but Hanna thought she would test her limits and try to take him in her mouth, at least the head. She'd blow him a bit to get him warmed up, sit on his thick cock and ride him until he came, and then see if he had anything left for a round two facial. Felicia just wanted to drain Jacque of every drop. She found his cock to be the perfect size to suck - and the taste was heavenly for her. She would see how many rounds she could coax from him before he wilted.

Cameras were placed in each office to record the fulfilling fellatio festivities. After the men performed, the ladies would confer, review the videos, and declare a winner.

Harriett found Ben's boner to be bent just right for banging her behind. After his first shot, he was a bit slow to revive, but Harriett's tits and lips did their magic. Soon, she was wearing the second fruits of her labors on her lips and chin.

Hanna managed to get her mouth around John's bulging head without dislocating her jaw. She ran her tongue around it while fondling his ample balls. Finding him more than hard, she eased herself down a little at a time on his massive member. It wasn't just her mouth that had a hard time getting around him - she had never been so stretched! Between moving slowly on him, rubbing her tits in John's face, and talking dirty to him, she brought him to a climax that was forceful enough to almost push him off of her. Alas, for all his girth and force of climax, he was unable to respond with a second shot, despite Hanna's expert handiwork.

Felicia tested Jacque's performance in a number of ways. She went at him fast and hard the minute he walked in the door, dropping to her knees, unzipping him, and deep throating him to a quick climax. Then she lay on the couch and had Jacque straddle her for a titfuck and slurp. Once again, he delivered a fresh serving of cream for her coffee.

Getting really turned on by the young man's potential, Felicia swept everything off her desk and lay backwards on the desk, with her head off the edge. She had Jacque feed her his sausage in that position, and still he responded - hitting the trifecta. Now she pinned him down on the couch and began to ride him in reverse cowgirl. He felt as good in that orifice as he did in her mouth she thought. After many minutes of passionate riding, Jacque told him he was getting near. Felicia lifted herself off his cock and crouched over him, pushing her dripping pussy over his face as she deep throated him once again. She wanted to get every drop. Jacque rang the bell for a fourth and final time, leaving Felicia sweaty and immensely satisfied.

"Jacque, you've done more to restore my faith in mankind this morning than almost anything I've experienced as CEO of Creampie," she said, posing in front of the camera for the other ladies and toweling off.

The men were directed to wait in the boardroom - still naked - while the ladies compared notes on their performances. Who would win the coveted Fellatio Fellowship?

A Fellow Is Knighted For The Fellatio Fellowship

The women employed at Creampie Communications gathered in the office theatre at noon. All they had been told was Felicia had a major announcement to make and it was mandatory for the ladies to all be assembled promptly at high noon.

The 100-seat auditorium was packed with company employees ranging in age from 26 to 60 years of age, and many were married. A few were divorced or separated with the remaining younger ladies being single. Most had a boyfriend because Felicia was adamant about hiring smart, attractive and outgoing women at her firm.

The chatter died down when Felicia took the stage.

"We are going to have some fun today... and I am asking for your indulgence of my personal privilege to hire a new full-time fellow to work with us," said Felicia.

"Please bear with me as I call on Harriett, our talented HR director, and Hanna, my trusted receptionist and administrative assistant, to join me on stage," Felicia continued. Hanna lowered the screen to show the audition videos, and Harriett brought three comfortable chairs on stage for her, Hanna, and Felicia to sit and watch with the employees.

"We have narrowed our search for a Fellow to shadow me, and more importantly, to serve me," the CEO explained, "and for reasons which will soon become apparent, we are only looking at men."

There was an audible stir among the female employees --"Why not a woman?" many whispered or thought to themselves.

"Please calm down and help us choose the right man for this job," Felicia implored her colleagues. "You know I am far more focused and successful when I am satiated and this Fellow -- whomever he is -- may help us take this company to new heights!"

There was a smattering of applause.

"The three male candidates are in the conference room awaiting our decision," she continued. "But first I wanted to show you videos of our final interviews... or auditions, I should say. Roll 'em, Hanna."

The lights went down and the screen lit up with Felicia talking with Harriett about the key assets and attributes the winning Fellow must possess. The women caught on that this was not a professional executive position, but instead a young man who would sexually satisfy their leader. The mood in the room changed from an employee meeting to a girls' night out celebration.

Flutes of champagne were handed down the aisles of the theatre and there was a clicking of glasses and catcalls as Ben Boner's lengthy nine-inch dick was being sucked by Harriett. They loved when he boned her from behind, watching his bare ass clench and hips thrust for Harriett's pleasure. They roared their approval as he pleasured her pussy with his tongue and shot cum twice for the HR director.

The comments were plentiful and impure:

"What a gorgeous cock."

"Milk him Harriett, get all of the cum from those beach balls."

"Look at his physique. Quite a find, Felicia."

"That is just candidate number one," said the CEO laughing. "The videos you are seeing are the round two interviews. You should have seen the three hunks crawling naked on their knees begging for this position. It was such a turn on, and it tells us ladies that we have made so much progress with the opposite sex. The roles are reversed here, and we are screening and deciding on the fate of three grown men based on the size of their cocks, their ability to cum multiple times, and the voracity of their sexual appetites. We ladies will not settle for mediocre at Creampie Communications."

There was a standing ovation from the female employees. More champagne was poured and the ladies got even more raucous during the video of John E. Wadd and his massive member with petite but feisty Hanna Handjob.

"You wore out that sucker," said one female employee.

"He is so cute but not up to the task."

Felicia quieted the women and said, "Here I am with a guy who applied for the Fellowship and 'came' in for his interview a day early after I spotted him playing football on the field outside my office window. Check this out."

The film resumed and they saw Felicia engaging with the blond Frenchman E. Jacque Yulait.

"That's our man," screamed a lady in the audience.

"How can he cum four times and seemingly be ready to go again?" yelled another.

"Fuck," said another woman, "that guy is everything a girl could ever want.... and more."

As the film stopped, Felicia stood up and said, "Are you unanimous on E. Jacque Yulait? The reasons appeared to favor his cock and his performance."

The ladies applauded and Harriet and Hanna led them in a chant:

"Let's jerk Jacque! Let's jerk Jacque!"

As the meeting was getting out of hand and even more champagne was being passed around, Harriett stepped out to bring in the naked and perpetually erect Jacque for the ladies to admire.

Felicia stood next to the tall, well-built blond stud and held his rigid cock in her hands for the cheering female employees of her company. She also twirled him around so all of the ladies got a 360-degree view of his male charms.

Resuming her grip on his cock with both manicured hands, Felicia said, "By the power vested in me as CEO of Creampie Communications, please welcome my new friend and fuck buddy E. Jacque Yulait as the Fellatio Fellow at our women-owned firm." She stroked his massive man meat and tickled his balls.

The ladies started screaming in unison, "Jacque le Coq! Jacque le Coq!" in rhythm with Felicia's expert stroking of his member. The chant grew louder as Felicia knelt and skillfully sucked his dick. Hanna stood on one side playing with his tight ass and low hanging balls, while Harriett caressed his muscled pecs and six-pack abs and tweaked his nipples.

At the last moment, Felicia stopped her vacuum action and aimed Jacque's cock head toward the audience. The new Fellow's cum shot blasted into the first few rows, hitting the faces and clothing of a few employees, who loved wearing that badge of sex the rest of the day.

Felicia enjoyed Jacque's youthful and prolific skills for many years to come and shared him with company employees as a bonus. He was by far the most well-known and desired employee at the aptly named Creampie Communications.