I researched the major pharma companies and identified those with the best range of current drugs and most importantly a research pipeline that looked most likely to be full of potential winners. Having chosen my target I managed to get a position in their marketing team pretty quickly - they liked it that I had selected them as “the company most likely to lead the industry in the next decade or two”.
My first job was to work in the sales team for one of their new drugs - I was given a region where I was to make contact with the physicians to see if we could maximize our sales. I wasn’t surprised to find that I was given the region with the lowest sales nationally - but I suppose that is common practice and from my view point a real opportunity. Doing well in a region where sales were already good would not be nearly as impressive as turning the lowest sales region into the highest. Now that would really attract attention.
I set out on this job as I always do by planning carefully what I wanted to achieve and how I would get there. A scientific training helps in how to plan such a campaign. However, my tools would be far from the lab work I had been used to.
Hours on the computer and telephone gave me a real understanding of the personalities and problems that had prevented good sales figures. I needed to change the culture in this region so that they were open to change and “my” drug. I also took stock of how I should present myself. I have always been told that I am attractive and have sort of taken it for granted. I am petite and very slim with short dark hair. Pretty without being too glamorous or threatening to the male ego. Being petite means that men are generally protective. In the past I have always dressed very casually - scientists don’t dress up to work in the lab! I was always the tomboy when I was younger. My only concession to being a girl was my passion for ballet; at one stage my teachers were pressing for me to go to full time ballet school. I was very tempted, but the practical side that wanted control of my life said no and I went down the science path. I still do ballet exercises and my slim supple body and grace are a result of those years of training.
I decided that I now needed to dress for my role promoting the company’s new drug. Clothes that were sophisticated and hinted at sexiness without over doing it. Clothes that accentuated my assets - a 22 inch waist, small shapely breasts and sexy rounded hips and a pert rear. I went out and had fun buying a whole new wardrobe, imagining the men I would be talking to and trying to figure out what would attract them. I also needed to keep in mind the women physicians to make sure that they weren’t offended by my making my strategy too obvious.
The first time I went out to meet a group of physicians at a conference I spent quite a time getting ready for the day. Bathing and making up and then dressing. My make up was discrete but made the very best of my features and especially my big brown eyes. No lipstick, just a little gloss. A little perfume, my favourite Eau Suave, and then time spent choosing my clothes. I started with sexy underwear. Cream satin panties with embroidery and bows with a matching bra. It felt so sensuous caressing my hips and bum. I chose smooth, shiny, dark stockings. My blouse was fine pale gray silk and set of by a black silk/wool mix suit. The skirt just a little tight and a slightly short. The jacket had been specially altered to emphasize my slim waist. I had also bought several pair of the most expensive hand made shoes. Nothing outrageous in terms of design, just exquisitely made shoes in beautiful leather with generous high heels. I am only 5 foot 2 inches tall and even though I have long legs for my height I liked the effect of adding another three inches to them.
I looked in the mirror and suddenly felt a warmth and moistness between my legs - I couldn’t help wondering what the men would think when I started to work my “magic” on them.
I had never thought like that before, but this was the first time that I had set out to seduce a man or in this case men. I had planned getting into positions that would ensure that male physicians saw the very best of my charms - both physically and by my approach to them. I imagined putting down my shiny new leather briefcase and laptop and having to bend down to open it. Thinking how they would stare at my figure as I spent a minute or two finding all the papers I needed. How I would touch them gently on the arm, the hand and shoulder as we talked. How I would use my soft low voice to ensnare them. How I would also beguile them by knowing my brief from back to front. I was always good at absorbing and analyzing facts and I had made sure that I knew more about my subject than anyone that I might talk to. For female doctors the routine would not include the bending over and less of the touching, but by God I would have every fact at my fingertips.
That first foray into selling “my” drug went well and I made some important contacts. I managed to meet the ones that I saw as key to changing the “stick in the mud” culture in my region. I made appointments to see them all for follow up visits. They all seemed eager to offer me the opportunity - even the women. I went home triumphant and felt really quite amorous having had all those men hanging on my words and their trying to not be too obvious as they admired my body. It was the first time I had realized the power that I could possess. The first time I had appreciated my femininity. Despite feeling amorous my husband was not interested - he wanted to be up early to go fishing!
The following week I set out on a three day trip. I packed my sexy new clothes and wondered how my bending over to search in my brief case would go. Was it too over the top, too obvious? I was kept waiting for a few minutes before seeing my appointment. A rather handsome man in his late 30’s. Tall, tanned and athletic with a nice sense of humor and a shock of blond hair. I had picked him as my first visit as he seemed nice and was attractive. I had guessed that he was also the most important opinion maker in the region. If I could get him on my side I was half way to pushing up sales.
I came into his office and shook his hand. It was dark with a big oak desk and oak paneling on the walls. Very warm and classy and very expensive. As planned, I bent over and spent a couple of minutes searching for my papers and getting my laptop out. I could see in a mirror that he was definitely enjoying the view of my tight rear end. I spent 30 minutes with him going through the data he needed to make the decision whether to use our new drug. I gently flirted with him and touched his hand as we talked. I played down my knowledge and deferred to his experience, I dare say I may even have looked at him as if in awe. By the end of the appointment I was sure that he was going to add our new drug into his routine practice. As I left I gave him an invitation to a prestigious international meeting that the company were organizing - five star hotel and wining and dining with some science. He said that he would check, but thought that he could make it. As I left he placed his hand on my lower back and gently caressed me. Even though it was such a slight touch I knew that I really had his attention and I loved the feeling that he desired and wanted me. My panties became warm and damp as my body responded to his desire. I had never known that I could be filled with lust to be wanted and to want someone physically, a man that that I didn’t even know.
I used the same approach to most of the men that I met in those three days. Occasionally I felt that it wouldn’t work or that they were too unattractive to contemplate flirting with. In these instances I stuck to the science as I did with the female doctors. Most of the men seemed to respond to my charms and I got lots of come on signals and little caresses. They all agreed to follow up visits. More importantly, in the subsequent weeks the doctors all started to use our new drug. Medicine is given to fashion like the rest of the world and once some market leaders started the rest followed suit. Within 4 months my region was vying for the best figures in the nation.
I was also becoming more and more frustrated sexually. For the first time in my life I realized the power that I could have over men, how they were drawn to me, how I could have sex with pretty well any man of my choice. All the while I was going back to Steve, my own “stuck in the mud” husband. He is loving and kind, never imagines that I could be unfaithful and I am afraid I had to admit to myself for the first time,
thoroughly boring. He is a considerate lover but there are never any sparks and I have to caress my clit to have an orgasm as I can barely feel him when he is inside me. I felt that this was my fault. My gynecologist fitted a cap when I was first married. She said that I had an unusually long vagina and that this would make inserting the cap a little difficult for me. I therefore did not blame Steve but my unusually long vagina.
When I thought about my current life I realized that the people I was meeting were so much more interesting, fun and sexy than my husband. I’m afraid that it was becoming clear to me that Steve’s great merit was his money and not his personality.
The big international conference that I had been inviting key players to was coming up just as the sales figures showed that my region was now clearly leading the way in sales of our new drug. I got tons of praise and a major bonus and a promise that I would take on leadership of a team to promote a new product that would be launched later in the year. My first step on the corporate ladder!
I was really looking forwards to the meeting and spending time with the people who I had been making contact with, especially the ones that I had flirted with. My pent up desire resulted in my day dreaming about making love to the most attractive men that would be at the meeting. I had one or two favorites and wondered what would happen if I was with them in a hotel for four nights. Nights when my job demanded that I be there to look after them and make sure that they were happy. This meeting was planned as to reward for those invited - for the research that they had done with the company and for their continued support and use of our drugs. Hence the lavish setting that was planned.
I added some sexy evening dresses to my growing wardrobe and some sexy satin nightdresses. I also added some more new shoes - sexier ones to match my new evening dresses, shoes with four inch heels. My whole ensemble was designed to showcase my figure - but still with restraint. I needed to keep my image in the company as a serious player, whilst at the same time making the most of my attractiveness.
Having flown to Kauai for the meeting I checked into the hotel. This was real luxury! Although Steve had masses of money he didn’t like leaving home and I had never been to a real luxury hotel. My suite had the most enormous king sized bed in beautiful drapes and a bathroom to die for. I was drowning in sensuousness. Tired after the flight I luxuriated in the sunken marble bath, soaking myself with perfumed oils. I then spent an hour selecting my clothes and dressing. My taste in underwear was becoming sexier and I chose a pair of skimpy embroidered peach and grey panties and bustier in the softest smoothest satin.
I chose to wear this with sheer white stockings. My dress was a very simple white gown in shot silk. The material was floating and hung perfectly to show off my slim waist and rounded hips. A discrete sheer section in the front gave glimpses of my slim legs and sexy new high heeled shoes.
I always wear my hair short and I spent a little time making sure that it looked just as I wanted it to, stylish but tousled. My hair is a shiny rich dark brown that matches my eyes. When I had finished I looked in the full length mirror and was bowled over - I really did look good enough to eat. I went down to the welcome reception and switched into work mode, greeting delegate, making small talk, taking the opportunity to promote our drug and the new one we would be launching next year. All the while I was gauging responses to myself and whether there was someone I was attracted to enough to sleep with. I had made the mental step that I would be unfaithful - I needed to know what it was like to make love to other men. To know if my unexciting love life was my fault or Steve’s.
There were a number of the delegates from my region there at my invitation and they were all friendly and some very friendly. Bob, the first physician I saw, came over to greet me, planting a kiss on my cheeks much to my surprise. He had had a few drinks and he was pretty mellow and I was soon aware that he was setting out to get me into bed. Looking around the room I realized that he was one of the best looking men there and he was friendly, charming and definitely interested in me. That familiar warmth between my legs rose up and I felt my sexy panties start to dampen, I flushed and at that moment he looked at me as though he could read my thoughts. He leant over and whispered in my ear “I would really like to get together with you later”. I murmured that I would like that too.
We were then split up as dinner was called. I mulled over his whispered comment. It was open to interpretation, but I was sure that he was telling me that he wanted to take my clothes of and make love to me. I certainly meant that when I said that "I would like that too." There was not much time to think about this over dinner as this was a work situation for me. An opportunity to meet some of the researchers that I would work with next year when I took on leading the team for our latest drug. After dinner I circulated a bit, meeting and greeting other colleagues and physicians, then I made my excuses and said I must get to bed as it had been a very long day. I was disappointed that I had not seen Bob again - perhaps I was mistaken. I rode in the elevator to the 15th floor somewhat flat that my plans may come to nothing. Bob was standing in the shadow by a balcony close to my room. “I hope that you don’t mind - I was wondering if we might have a nightcap”.
I was staggered that he had found out where my room was and was waiting for me but my body was already responding as I felt myself start flood my panties. I took his arm to steady myself and led him to my door. As soon as we were in the room he pulled me gently to him and kissed me lightly on the lips, then his tongue was in my mouth writhing with my tongue. His hands were caressing my back and he was pushing his pelvis into mine. I couldn’t mistake the hard bulge that I felt against my belly, but he was so much bigger that Steve and so rock hard. All I knew was that I was going to get fucked. Up to then I have made love, but now I wanted something more basic and physical. He was sliding the zip of my dress down and was kissing my neck, my chest and then my breasts. My gown was down around my waist and he was undoing the front of my bra. He was muttering “Oh, Susan, you have the most perfect breasts” and then he was suckling my nipples. There must be a neural connection between my large and very sensitive nipples and my cunt and suddenly I could feel my tissues swelling and warm juices running. He spent what must have been ten minutes or more kissing my neck, breasts, lips and nipples and I was in sexual heaven. Steve never worried about the preliminaries too much. My left hand slid down into Bob's groin and was exploring his rigid cock through his trousers. It was thick and hard and felt very long, I couldn’t wait to see it and take it into my mouth.
At last he relented and stopped kissing me and started to ease my dress over my hips. As he did so he knelt in front of me and pressed his face into my groin. Then he took the sides of my panties and started to slide them down. I could feel them stick in my wet pussy. “God, Susan I’ve never seen such wet panties …. I love it that you are so turned on”.
I looked down at the at his head between my legs and then his tongue stretched out and flicked my clitoris - my legs nearly gave away with pleasure. I had to hold onto his shoulders as I watched his pink tongue lash my swollen clit. My whole pussy felt engorged, hot and very wet as his tongue worked its magic in my neatly trimmed bush, teasing the lips of my cunt and stimulating my clit. I couldn’t stand it after a few minutes. I wanted to see and feel his cock. I demanded that he stop and let me undress him.
He teased me saying, “Susan, I’m torn between licking your cunt and letting you undress me - what will you do to make it worth my while stopping licking you.” I gazed down at him, "Well, my darling I guess that you will have to wait to see what it will be, but I can promise that it will be worth your while.”
He pretended to reluctantly get up, but I could see that he was enjoying seeing us change positions. I was now on my knees before him as he stood very tall above me. I ran the flat of my hand over the front of his pants which were bulging with his erection, then I slowly tugged down his zip and slid his pants off . He had already taken off his shoes and I took off his socks. His briefs were bul
ging with his big cock and I just had to get them off. Even so I did it teasingly slowly till his large hard cock suddenly lolled out into my face. A large globule of precum smeared my right cheek as his cock pushed into my mouth. I backed off to look at him. Not bad! His cock must have been twice as long as Steve’s, about 10 inches and was more that twice as thick. I could only just get my fingers around it. His was the first circumcised cock that I had seen. The head was very large, plum colored with a very prominent corona. The shaft was thick and curved upwards and thickened towards the base. His scrotum was full with heavy balls pulled high up against his shaft. He was ready to fuck and it struck me that this cock was all about impregnation.
As I stroked his cock I though about getting pregnant. I only now realized that I had come away with the intention of getting fucked and that I had not brought my cap. Freudian? My cycle is absolutely regular at 27 days and I always know exactly when I ovulate as I get pain for about half an hour as my follicular cyst ruptures to release an egg. As this flashed through my mind I was trying to figure out what to do. Steve and I had not used any contraception for years without any sign of pregnancy. I wasn’t due to ovulate till the last day of the meeting. I was probably safe today. I decided trust to luck and to think about this later. These thoughts took a second or so as I looked at that huge cock. Then I took him in my mouth.
One of the few things that Steve really showed enthusiasm for was having his cock sucked and I reckon that I had become pretty expert. The only trouble was that the only cock that I had sucked was a slim five inches. My intention had been to suck every inch of Bob’s cock so that it was in my throat. I could do this for Steve easily, but what about Bob?
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