It surprised me when I read the name of my new assistant. I hadn't bothered to interview her. That was my other assistant's job. My job was to run the company.
But when I was given the email about my new assistant, I had to pause and wonder. Was this the same Jennifer, "no call me Jen", that I knew from high school? The one who was quite popular, especially with all the guys?
She was known for dating only the best guys, and just because they were dating someone else, didn't mean that she wasn't going to go after them. They called her "BJ Jenn" for a reason, I was sure.
Everyone just figured she'd marry rich, and stay that way, much like her mom had done (boy, were there some rumors about what she was willing to do to stay married rich, but that's a different story).
However, as she walked into my office, there she was. You could tell she still kept herself up, but had still fallen a few steps.
I, on the other hand, was the traditional ugly duckling that finally blossomed. I had been skinny, to the point of gangly. A nerd, through and through, with thick glasses, and no chest.
Well, laser eye surgery and a late hit of hormones definitely helped. And when I made my first million, a little bit of enhancement in the chest didn't hurt either.
I think Jenn realized who I was, but clearly you could see the shock on her face when she realized how much I had changed.
Now I was running a business doing tens of millions a month. It was a quiet business that no one outside my industry would have heard of, yet I was definitely in the top three providers in my niche, and some could argue the second.
This kept me busy, and I hadn't had much chance for fun over the last half dozen years or so. So when I got a chance, I made sure to let loose.
I have become accustomed to be in charge, and most guys either love it, wimps, or are scared of it... also wimps. I needed a strong man who could be my equal. Until then, I would just manage my fun in my own ways.
I always tried to escape for a little when I was at conventions. This would allow me to get some fun in and release my sexual frustrations.
I would often hook up with some random dude, although a couple of times it was someone else in the industry who I knew would have to keep quiet about our little rendezvous.
However, with me bringing Jenn, it opened some interesting opportunities.
"So, make sure you bring some nice things to wear as we meet clients. We'll need to pursue a couple to get them to switch," I told Jenn.
She looked at me in the eyes and knew exactly what I was asking of her. She swallowed hard and nodded her head.
I left for the conference a day early so I could relax. And relax I did. I had a nice suite to stretch out in. I ordered room service and got a message, all to be ready for the next few days.
As I laid out by the pool, I thought of the people I'd want to make sure I got to spend some time with, and who I thought Jenn might help with.
I went and got some good sleep, and readied myself for the next day.
I was down on the floor making sure out booth was setup correctly, when Jenn walked in. She was wearing something simple, but slightly revealing. The girl next door, who might be down for something a little freaky if you knew how to ask.
"Can we talk for a minute?" She asked as she walked up to me. "Somewhere private preferably."
I looked around and found a little alcove.
"What's up?" I asked her, as if I wasn't planning on pimping her out.
"Listen, I know what everyone thought of me in highschool..."
"The lucky girl who got all the guys?"
"Yeah, well it was a little more difficult than that. Turns out I'm a bit of a nympho... but only when I'm being told what to do."
I raised an eye to that.
"If you need me, I'm your gal, and I'll enjoy it. A lot. But if a guy comes and sweeps me off of my feet..."
I smiled. "Trust me, I can be very direct, and keep you very, very happy."
She smiled at that.
"I just don't..."
"It will be our little secret, and whoever else is involved, that is. Don't worry, we tend to be very discrete around here," I said as we walked back to the booth.
I contacted one of the people I was targeting. I knew he wasn't happy with his current vendor, but still not quite convinced to leave them yet. I was hoping to change their mind.
I invited them up to my suite so we could talk. Jenn brought out some wine and finger foods for them, while we talked about the deal. But then quickly left into the bedroom.
When she returned a few minutes later, she was wearing a lacy bra and panty set.
"You know, we always take care of our customers," I said.
I was sitting across the room from them as BJ Jenn walked right up to him, and opened his pants, fishing out his fly.
"Now, not everyone gets this level of service, but we thought it would be something we could seal the deal on," I said, as Jenn started to go down on him.
"I know we're good enough to take over your current vendor. This is just a little extra," I continued.
I watched as the client sat back, enjoying his blowjob. He was getting close, and Jenn stopped. I handed him the contract.
"What do you say we formalize this?"
He would have signed anything at that point. And in fact, he almost did. I didn't bother with the 15% discount most new clients get, and he seemed to be OK with it.
I smiled as I got the signature and looked at Jenn. She went back down on him and helped him finish, swallowing his load.
Once swallowed, she stood up and went back into the bedroom.
Our new client fixed his pants and got up.
I shook his hand and led him to the door, thanking him for his business.
"No, thank you," he told me.
I closed the door and went to the bedroom. Jenn was sitting on the bed, happy with herself.
"Is that what you needed?"
"No, I need more. I'll be yours to do with what you say, but all you did was turn me on," she said, almost hissing through her clenched teeth.
"That's OK, I know how to take care of my assistants as well," I told her.
She looked at me.
"I dug around and found how much you love being told what to do. That was why your last marriage didn't last. Don't worry, I won't waste your talents," I told her. "Now, spread your legs," I commanded her. She was sitting on the bed, and did as she was told.
"Good, girl," I said as I walked up to her. I ran my hand through her hair. "I know you are turned on from giving a blowjob. So now you can find your release. I want you to play with yourself for me."
She looked at me.
"That's right. Finger fuck yourself, you little slut," I said in a commanding voice.
She couldn't help herself. She pushed two fingers in and started to finger fuck herself.
"Another," I commanded her.
Jenn put another finger inside of her.
"Another," I commanded her.
She didn't even hesitate. But now, she was moaning with each movement.
"Oh, my little slut likes that, doesn't she?"
She just kept masturbating for me, starting to cum.
I walked over to her, lifting her chin with my hand, staring into her eyes, watching her orgasm before me.
She never stopped touching herself, which was quite hot.
"Oh, you do like being told what to do. Don't you?"
She shook her head yes, whimpering along the way as her orgasm had ripped the energy right out of her, and now she was calming down.
I was looking down at her. Thinking about what I was going to do next. I had planned on waiting another 40 minutes till our next client arrived, but I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to get her a break.
"I'm glad you had a chance to please yourself. But now it's my turn," I told her.
I pulled my skirt off. I had been feeling naughty, so I was wearing stockings, but no panties. I lifted my leg up, putting a foot on the bed. My pussy was nearly at her face level.
"Eat it," I commanded.
She hesitated.
"If my little slut wants to be properly rewarded, she'll do what she's told," I said, staring into her eyes.
I had never had a woman go down on me, nor had I gone down on them. But as she moved forward and pushed her tongue into my pussy, I wondered why I had waited.
She started to lick my pussy, oh it was so delightful. I felt a tingling sensation run through my body almost instantly as my orgasm started to build within me.
I pushed her back onto the bed and sat on top her face, making her eat me out.
"That's it, you slut. Eat it," kept commanding her.
My speech was filled with expletives as I told her exactly what I wanted as she pleased me.
I came again and again. Three times, back to back. I hadn't felt so good in I forget how long.
Exhausted, I climbed off of her. "Good girl," I told her.
She smiled as she looked at me.
Her face was covered in my cum.
"Go clean up. We've got another client coming in 10 minutes. And hopefully cumming in 15," I teased.
I had to straighten up as well, as I clearly had a just fucked look.
The client had to wait a minute for me to get to the door as I was still getting ready, but before long, we had won him over as well.
Over the conference, we got six new clients, without any discounts because of Jenn. And I got more than my fair share of orgasms as well.
Jenn never did make it to her room. She stayed in mine the whole time.
As I flew back in first class, I thought about her. Wondering if I should bring her home with me. Would my husband enjoy her as well? Or would he ignore her because of his own busy schedule as well?
I had never thought much about how little I was getting laid until I got it good. And now I don't want to stop again, even if it is just pimping out BJ Jenn to our clients while I watch.
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Tags: #blowjob #pussylick #bisex #multiorgasmic #exhibitionist #control
But when I was given the email about my new assistant, I had to pause and wonder. Was this the same Jennifer, "no call me Jen", that I knew from high school? The one who was quite popular, especially with all the guys?
She was known for dating only the best guys, and just because they were dating someone else, didn't mean that she wasn't going to go after them. They called her "BJ Jenn" for a reason, I was sure.
Everyone just figured she'd marry rich, and stay that way, much like her mom had done (boy, were there some rumors about what she was willing to do to stay married rich, but that's a different story).
However, as she walked into my office, there she was. You could tell she still kept herself up, but had still fallen a few steps.
I, on the other hand, was the traditional ugly duckling that finally blossomed. I had been skinny, to the point of gangly. A nerd, through and through, with thick glasses, and no chest.
Well, laser eye surgery and a late hit of hormones definitely helped. And when I made my first million, a little bit of enhancement in the chest didn't hurt either.
I think Jenn realized who I was, but clearly you could see the shock on her face when she realized how much I had changed.
Now I was running a business doing tens of millions a month. It was a quiet business that no one outside my industry would have heard of, yet I was definitely in the top three providers in my niche, and some could argue the second.
This kept me busy, and I hadn't had much chance for fun over the last half dozen years or so. So when I got a chance, I made sure to let loose.
I have become accustomed to be in charge, and most guys either love it, wimps, or are scared of it... also wimps. I needed a strong man who could be my equal. Until then, I would just manage my fun in my own ways.
I always tried to escape for a little when I was at conventions. This would allow me to get some fun in and release my sexual frustrations.
I would often hook up with some random dude, although a couple of times it was someone else in the industry who I knew would have to keep quiet about our little rendezvous.
However, with me bringing Jenn, it opened some interesting opportunities.
"So, make sure you bring some nice things to wear as we meet clients. We'll need to pursue a couple to get them to switch," I told Jenn.
She looked at me in the eyes and knew exactly what I was asking of her. She swallowed hard and nodded her head.
I left for the conference a day early so I could relax. And relax I did. I had a nice suite to stretch out in. I ordered room service and got a message, all to be ready for the next few days.
As I laid out by the pool, I thought of the people I'd want to make sure I got to spend some time with, and who I thought Jenn might help with.
I went and got some good sleep, and readied myself for the next day.
I was down on the floor making sure out booth was setup correctly, when Jenn walked in. She was wearing something simple, but slightly revealing. The girl next door, who might be down for something a little freaky if you knew how to ask.
"Can we talk for a minute?" She asked as she walked up to me. "Somewhere private preferably."
I looked around and found a little alcove.
"What's up?" I asked her, as if I wasn't planning on pimping her out.
"Listen, I know what everyone thought of me in highschool..."
"The lucky girl who got all the guys?"
"Yeah, well it was a little more difficult than that. Turns out I'm a bit of a nympho... but only when I'm being told what to do."
I raised an eye to that.
"If you need me, I'm your gal, and I'll enjoy it. A lot. But if a guy comes and sweeps me off of my feet..."
I smiled. "Trust me, I can be very direct, and keep you very, very happy."
She smiled at that.
"I just don't..."
"It will be our little secret, and whoever else is involved, that is. Don't worry, we tend to be very discrete around here," I said as we walked back to the booth.
I contacted one of the people I was targeting. I knew he wasn't happy with his current vendor, but still not quite convinced to leave them yet. I was hoping to change their mind.
I invited them up to my suite so we could talk. Jenn brought out some wine and finger foods for them, while we talked about the deal. But then quickly left into the bedroom.
When she returned a few minutes later, she was wearing a lacy bra and panty set.
"You know, we always take care of our customers," I said.
I was sitting across the room from them as BJ Jenn walked right up to him, and opened his pants, fishing out his fly.
"Now, not everyone gets this level of service, but we thought it would be something we could seal the deal on," I said, as Jenn started to go down on him.
"I know we're good enough to take over your current vendor. This is just a little extra," I continued.
I watched as the client sat back, enjoying his blowjob. He was getting close, and Jenn stopped. I handed him the contract.
"What do you say we formalize this?"
He would have signed anything at that point. And in fact, he almost did. I didn't bother with the 15% discount most new clients get, and he seemed to be OK with it.
I smiled as I got the signature and looked at Jenn. She went back down on him and helped him finish, swallowing his load.
Once swallowed, she stood up and went back into the bedroom.
Our new client fixed his pants and got up.
I shook his hand and led him to the door, thanking him for his business.
"No, thank you," he told me.
I closed the door and went to the bedroom. Jenn was sitting on the bed, happy with herself.
"Is that what you needed?"
"No, I need more. I'll be yours to do with what you say, but all you did was turn me on," she said, almost hissing through her clenched teeth.
"That's OK, I know how to take care of my assistants as well," I told her.
She looked at me.
"I dug around and found how much you love being told what to do. That was why your last marriage didn't last. Don't worry, I won't waste your talents," I told her. "Now, spread your legs," I commanded her. She was sitting on the bed, and did as she was told.
"Good, girl," I said as I walked up to her. I ran my hand through her hair. "I know you are turned on from giving a blowjob. So now you can find your release. I want you to play with yourself for me."
She looked at me.
"That's right. Finger fuck yourself, you little slut," I said in a commanding voice.
She couldn't help herself. She pushed two fingers in and started to finger fuck herself.
"Another," I commanded her.
Jenn put another finger inside of her.
"Another," I commanded her.
She didn't even hesitate. But now, she was moaning with each movement.
"Oh, my little slut likes that, doesn't she?"
She just kept masturbating for me, starting to cum.
I walked over to her, lifting her chin with my hand, staring into her eyes, watching her orgasm before me.
She never stopped touching herself, which was quite hot.
"Oh, you do like being told what to do. Don't you?"
She shook her head yes, whimpering along the way as her orgasm had ripped the energy right out of her, and now she was calming down.
I was looking down at her. Thinking about what I was going to do next. I had planned on waiting another 40 minutes till our next client arrived, but I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to get her a break.
"I'm glad you had a chance to please yourself. But now it's my turn," I told her.
I pulled my skirt off. I had been feeling naughty, so I was wearing stockings, but no panties. I lifted my leg up, putting a foot on the bed. My pussy was nearly at her face level.
"Eat it," I commanded.
She hesitated.
"If my little slut wants to be properly rewarded, she'll do what she's told," I said, staring into her eyes.
I had never had a woman go down on me, nor had I gone down on them. But as she moved forward and pushed her tongue into my pussy, I wondered why I had waited.
She started to lick my pussy, oh it was so delightful. I felt a tingling sensation run through my body almost instantly as my orgasm started to build within me.
I pushed her back onto the bed and sat on top her face, making her eat me out.
"That's it, you slut. Eat it," kept commanding her.
My speech was filled with expletives as I told her exactly what I wanted as she pleased me.
I came again and again. Three times, back to back. I hadn't felt so good in I forget how long.
Exhausted, I climbed off of her. "Good girl," I told her.
She smiled as she looked at me.
Her face was covered in my cum.
"Go clean up. We've got another client coming in 10 minutes. And hopefully cumming in 15," I teased.
I had to straighten up as well, as I clearly had a just fucked look.
The client had to wait a minute for me to get to the door as I was still getting ready, but before long, we had won him over as well.
Over the conference, we got six new clients, without any discounts because of Jenn. And I got more than my fair share of orgasms as well.
Jenn never did make it to her room. She stayed in mine the whole time.
As I flew back in first class, I thought about her. Wondering if I should bring her home with me. Would my husband enjoy her as well? Or would he ignore her because of his own busy schedule as well?
I had never thought much about how little I was getting laid until I got it good. And now I don't want to stop again, even if it is just pimping out BJ Jenn to our clients while I watch.
Please like and/or sharing the story for others to find. Thanks.
Like stories like this, try one of our collections of short stories, like Jamie's Little Black Book of Sexy Short Stories: Volume 1 (https://amzn.to/3aS2iu7), available on Amazon. Each book has 10 or more short stories in it designed to get your blood pumping in the best ways possible. All of our books are free under the Kindle Unlimited plan, or really cheap for those with just the kindle. (Kindle app is available under on your preferred app store, as well as your computer.)
Want to see everything that's available: Jamie's Erotic Book Collection (https://amzn.to/2wUExm4)
And don't forget there are a couple of awesome Kindle Vella stories there as well.
Tags: #blowjob #pussylick #bisex #multiorgasmic #exhibitionist #control
