Corporate Policy Ch. 02
Keywords: Corporate, Ch., Policy, 02,
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For both men, each act was filled with the thrill of sexual novelty: Paul's exposure, Tom's exploration. This rigid shaft of flesh between them articulated the moment: Pauline showing herself – with a mixture of shame and lust - to a demanding audience, Paul attaining access and control over a feminine cock. He wanted to touch it, to lick it, to take it between his lips and consume it. He wanted to stroke it across his cheeks and face, feel it's engorged mass against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He wanted to stroke it, explore it, own it, display it, worship it as the embodiment of his deepest lusts. He drew the panties down to mid-thigh, then tenderly wrapped the fingers of one hand around the cock, and moved it closer, rubbing the length of it across his cheek, until the tip found his mouth: he tentatively opened his lips to absorb the head, tongue finding the slit and parting it gently. A soft sigh escaped from Paul's lips, and he moved his hips forward pushing himself deeper into the womb of Tom's mouth.
Tom gave himself to the sensation, drawing the shaft in deeply, eyes closed, moistening it, aware of the sighs escaping Paul's lips, the rocking motion of Paul's hips against him. Paul lowered the skirt now, over Tom's head. Tom found himself inside this dark tent of lust, Paul's hands cradling his head through the material of the skirt, holding him as he fucked Tom's mouth. Paul's hips were beginning to jerk spasmodically. "I'm going to come!", he cried – but Tom pulled away, watching the cock twitching for long moments, inches from orgasm.
"It's too early Paul. I want you to come when I do."
He withdrew himself from under the skirt, stood up, aware as he did that the skirt was deformed by resting on Paul's cock. Standing up, he drew Paul's mouth to his, and spoke as he kissed him tenderly, gently, soft touchings of the lips. "You look so beautiful, Pauline. It's going to be so erotic to make love." His tongue entered Paul's willing mouth, their shared breathing intense, both men holding their faces together. "Unzip me, Pauline. Touch me."
Paul's hands fell away, finding the hardness at the front of Tom's trousers, searching for the zipper, drawing it down, reaching in to free Tom's erection. Tom was lifting Paul's skirt, and as he felt the cool air against him he rushed his hips forward until the two erections touched. Paul made a strangled sound, leaning his head forward and resting on Tom's shoulder, caught in the feminine abdication of lust. They swayed slowly, rubbing cocks, occasionally moaning. Tom felt himself wondering what it would look like if he could see under Paul's skirt, how their cocks were responding to this sharing of lust. He kissed Paul's ear, turned towards him as she lay against his shoulder. It was so evident in his posture that coercion had been replaced with an overwhelming expression of feminine lust. He whispered tenderly: "Daddy's brought some oil with for your bottom, to make it easier for you." His hands moved around Paul's hips, until they rested on the curvature of his ass cheeks, squeezing and opening them rhythmically. His middle finger reached in to press against the anus, feeling it contract against him. "You know that you want daddy inside you, don't you?"
Paul nodded wordlessly.
"Then you must let daddy apply it for you, ok?"
Paul nodded again. Tom nuzzled his ear: "Say yes daddy."
"Yes daddy."
"Good." Tom let go of the ass cheeks, taking Paul by the hand and leading him across to the desk. As they faced each other, he squeezed Paul's cock through the material again. Holding his hip, he turned Paul towards the desk, and pressed against his back until Paul bent forward. Tom opened a drawer and withdrew a bottle, pouring the oil into his hand. Then, moving behind Paul he lifted the skirt, admiring the curvature of the bottom that was revealed. He laid the hem against the top of the ass, and it stayed there. "Bend over for daddy, Pauline." Paul did as he was told, allowing Tom to freely open his ass cheeks and freely apply the oil to the crack, watching it slide down to the anus. He used the tip of his finger to massage it in to the anus, the finger in to the second joint, seeing Paul's back arch slightly, a twitch at the base of his cock, hips moving away from this invasion. Withdrawing the finger, he used both hands to hold open Paul's bottom cheeks, trailing the head of his cock down the crack, until it lay at the entrance. Holding it with one hand, to give it more strength, he pressed forward, sliding it in, hearing Paul whimper, reaching around to grasp and stroke Paul's cock as he pressed forward and held himself fully embedded for the first time. He could barely contain himself – he couldn't move or he would orgasm immediately. He wanted to savour this over long deep strokes, watching his cock sliding into this submissive, beautiful manwoman, but as he started to withdrew the moment overcame them both. He found himself plunging into Pauline, his hips bucking with abandon, cock pumping, Pauline wriggling away from this uncomfortable onslaught but also ejaculating wildly into the skirt, rubbing against the material and the desk, feminine gasps punctuating the moment that led to a final, long collective sigh, bodies stiffened into the last moment of lust as it drained away from them both.
For long moments they barely moved. Tom had fallen forward, lying against Pauline, her upper body spread across the desk, her legs trembling slightly. Finally, still breathing heavily, Tom sighed. "That was amazing. I can't remember when last I came that strongly."
"And me", said Paul. "But I'm so sore now."
"Your ass? I'm sorry. I couldn't stop at that point."
"Not my ass. My hips, from banging against the end of the desk."
Tom started to laugh, lifting himself. "Turn around."
Paul leaned with his ass against the desk, lifting his skirt ruefully to view the damage. A straight red abrasion stood out across the front of his hips, including the underside of his now progressively flaccid cock. "Oh – look at this skirt", he sighed. His semen had gushed into the material, leaving both trails of droplets and sodden blotches. Some had found it's way down his legs, marking the pantyhose.
Tom was tidying himself, redoing his trousers and shirt. "I don't envy you hiding all of this from your wife. Don't let her examine your cock for a while."
Paul had found some tissue paper in the gym bag and was applying it judiciously to clean up the most obvious stains. "Yeah. Thanks very much."
Tom stepped across, leaned forward and surprised Paul with a last kiss. "That was good for me, Paul. Very good. I think it was for you as well?"
Paul smiled ruefully, and gestured at the mess he was cleaning. "Obviously, wouldn't you say?"
Tom looked at Paul's still-exposed cock. "I'd like to do this again. But with a bit more time?"
Paul said nothing, just looking at Tom questioningly. "I thought, if this worked out, you and I should go on conference. Far away. And stay in the same hotel. And – you know – spend some real time ... together. Being girls together. Would you like that?"
Paul smiled ruefully. "All I want now is to get tidied up, and stop this pain you know where." He paused. "But yes – I would like that. I would like that very much. But next time we both wear panties and a skirt!"
Tom smiled, feeling the first furtive strands of renewed lust. "I'd like that. Kissing with skirts on." He fell back into his chair, watching Paul's every move as he began to disrobe and prepare to leave. "I feel the need for a conference very soon."
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Keywords: Corporate, Ch., Policy, 02,