This would be a very important meeting. I asked my secretary, Caitee, to schedule the executive conference room for 8:00 pm, thinking that the parties would be more relaxed and willing to deal after regular business hours. Mr. James, the president of the bank, and Mr. Roberts, senior attorney for the company, said they would both be there. I had been working for months to bring the parties to closure, and this was the final opportunity.

I asked Caitee to help me make sure everything went smoothly. She looked up at me from her desk, "Yes, Mr. B, it's not a problem. I know that this deal means a lot to you, I'll be there and help you in any way I can."

"That's great, you are such a sweetheart " I replied. Caitee seemed to blush at my comment. She sometimes seemed a bit flirtatious toward me, little things like crossing her legs just so, or looking directly into my eyes when she smiled. Not that I minded. Caitee was not only a competent assistant, she was extremely attractive: about 5'5, medium build with a great figure, rich brown shoulder-length hair, smart, and a saucy sense of humor. More than once I had fantasized about getting my hands under the professional-style clothing she usually wore.

I arrived back at the office at 7:45, wearing a grey pinstripe suit, a light pink shirt, and the brown silk tie that Caitee had given me as a birthday present. She was already there, getting things ready and looking great: a navy blue skirt suit and a white blouse with lacy frills up the front. Her hair was pulled back to a decorative clip.

The conference room ready for the meeting. Maroon leather chairs complemented the oval mahogany table, accented by rich oriental carpet and drapery. The lights of the city shown through the big window at the end of the table. The room had an air of seriousness to it, exactly the effect I wanted.

Mr. James and Mr. Roberts arrived at the same time. James was 50ish, about 6'2, his hair greying at the temples and a trim mustache. Roberts was younger and a little shorter, clean shaven with an expensive haircut. Both guests were dressed for business: dark suits, white shirts and neckties. "Gentlemen, I think you have met my assistant Caitee", I began, as she helped them off with their overcoats. I noticed how she let her fingers brush lightly down their arms.

Roberts answered. "Yes indeed. You are lucky to have such lovely help. I might just have to steal her away from you". He chuckled, smiling at her, and she met his eyes. A flash of jealousy surged through me, surprising me. She glanced my way as if to assure me that she wasn't going anywhere, then took her place beside the table to take notes.

After an hour the negotiations had gone nowhere. During a break Caitee came to me. "Sir, I really think if these gentlemen were more relaxed you could get this done." She stood very close to me, her face near mine. "Do I have your permission to try to lighten things up, maybe open a bottle of wine?"

"It's worth a try Caitee." At this point, I would try anything to get this deal closed.

In a few minutes James and Roberts returned. "Gentlemen," I said, "it's getting late, and we might work better if we were more relaxed. Caitee is bringing in some wine. Would you like some?"

No sooner had I spoken when Caitee walked through the door, carrying a bottle and four glasses on a tray. Caitee had removed her hair from its clip, allowing it to fall freely around her face. More, she had removed her jacket and unbuttoned the top of her blouse, and as she leaned forward fill my glass I could clearly see the swell of her cleavage. Then she poured for the others, giving them the same view I had just enjoyed.

Moving her face close to mine, Caitee whispered, "Is this alright, Mr. B? What would you like me to do?"

"This is great Caitee," I said. "And we want to do whatever it takes to close this deal."

Caitee smiled broadly. "I aim to please, sir." She poured herself a generous glass of the wine, then pulled her chair several feet from the table. As she sat down, she crossed her legs suggestively, her skirt riding several inches above her knees.

The conversation was decidedly more congenial, and veered away from the business at hand. Everyone finished their first glass of wine. Mr. James spoke up. "That was excellent, is there any more? I must say, I could get used to this treatment, Mr. B."

"My pleasure, Mr. James," Caitee cooed as she refilled his glass. "You know, it might help if we all relaxed a bit more. Here, let me help loosen your tie ..." She leaned over James from behind, her breasts resting on his shoulder, unknotting his tie so that it hung loosely, then undoing the top button of his shirt. "There, isn't that better?" she said as she gave James a quick peck on the cheek.

Next she turned to Roberts. I sensed that Caitee was not quite as comfortable with him as she was with James. She poured his wine and helped loosen his tie, but did not rest on his shoulder and did not give him a kiss.

As she stepped around the table to me, Caitee moved in close. "I think they are enjoying the personal touch, sir" she whispered as her fingers worked at my tie. "Shall we close this deal?" she concluded, winking.

"I think we should, young lady," I whispered back. Then louder, so the others could hear, "How about you, Caitee, don't you want to get more relaxed? Why don't you undo a button of your blouse, loosen up a little."

As Caitee turned to face us as all our eyes were on her. "Yes, good idea," she said, refilling her own wine glass, taking a generous swig, then topping it off again. Her fingers fiddled with the next-to-top button of her frilly blouse, undoing it. "Just one?" she queried, looking up at me playfully, hesitating a moment, then undoing the next button too. Her blouse was now open to the top of her bra. She pulled the panels apart a little, showing her cleavage. "There, that is more relaxed, isn't it."

As Caitee resumed her seat, she again crossed her legs, this time allowing her skirt to ride higher up her thigh. I saw James slip his hand under the table, as if to adjust his trousers. The atmosphere in the conference room had suddenly changed, now charged with sexual electricity.

"Mr. B," James said, "You know, your secretary has truly lovely legs. She should be encouraged to show them more."

I glanced at Caitee, and she returned a subtle nod. "Caitee, Mr. James would like to see more of your legs. Could you show him?"

"Really? I am glad you like them, sir," Caitee said as much to me as to James. She stood from her chair and went to the head of the table. Looking each of the men in the eye, she reached down and grasped the fabric of the skirt mid-thigh, and slowly, so tantalizingly slowly, began to draw it upward. Our eyes were glued to Caitee as first her knees, then her lower thighs were exposed. She stopped then looked around at us again, "Can you see alright, gentlemen? Is this satisfactory?"

"It certainly is, young lady," I gulped. "Mr. James is right, you do have the loveliest legs. Show us a little more."

Caitee began to subtly sway her hips as if dancing. Smiling, and with her hands grasping the dressy fabric along the sides, drew her skirt further up her thighs until the hem reached the dark tops of her stockings. I was thrilled to see that she wasn't wearing panty-hose but stockings with garters. Caitee was getting into it now, as the three men gaped at the show she was putting on. I found myself unconsciously rubbing my crotch as she gyrated before us. Looking across the table I could see that at Mr. James was doing the same.

"You know, gentlemen," Caitee blushed as she paused, "I really should be embarrassed, as I have forgotten to wear my panties today." Then directly to me, "I hope you don't mind, sir?"

"No no, that's just fine Caitee. Go ahead and lift your skirt a bit higher."

Caitee turned and leaned forward. Her skirt now fell just to the top of her thighs. She planted her feet about two feet apart, and looking back at us, continued to lift the hem of her skirt, to a point halfway up her lovely rump. She continued to sway and dance for a few moments, then released her skirt so that it fell back into place.

"Well, young lady, you sure know how to entertain our guests," I winked. Then quietly, in her ear, "James has really loosened up. You are working magic on him "

"I am only doing my best to help out, sir," she replied. "Do you think they are ready to make the deal?"

"I really don't think these guys are thinking about the deal right now, babe." I had never called her that before, and Caitee smiled broadly. "Shall we show them a really good time?"

"I am up for it ... if you are", she said, her hand reaching for my crotch (to my astonishment) and giving a squeeze. "And ooooo, I think you are "

I turned to our guests, whose eyes remained squarely on Caitee. "Gentlemen," I said, "Don't you agree that my secretary is an extraordinary woman? So talented, and so beautiful "

The men nodded, and James spoke up. "Mr. B., you are so lucky to have such a capable secretary. Do you think we might see more of her abilities?"

"I think that could be arranged," I said, as I turned Caitee to face the table and stood behind her. Reaching around her, my head close to hers, the scent of her perfumed hair so close was intoxicating, and I inhaled deeply. "Mmmmmm, nice, babe," I whispered to her.

Then, addressing the other men, "She has some wonderful abilities here, gentlemen." My fingers went to Caitee's blouse, and I fumbled with the fourth button, opening it, then the next, and the next, until the panels of her blouse fell wide open. James and Roberts gasped audibly as her black lacy bra came into full view, the pale flesh of her breasts bulging above the cups. "Mr. James, would you do the honors?" I asked.

James rose from his seat and stepped forward. Caitee purred at him, "Oh yes, Mr. James, won't you please help me with my bra? It clips in front ...." His fingers found the hooks, then he hesitated a moment as he looked to me, as if for approval. He was plainly erect, and I noticed Caitee glancing to his crotch. His fingers flicked the hooks and eyes apart, and his hands spread the cups of Caitee's bra, his palms brushing over her soft flesh.

From his seat across the table, Roberts let out a low moan. He reached under the table, and appeared to be undoing his pants. James and I stared at Caitee's luscious breasts. She arched her chest forward a little. "My myyyy ... is it getting warm in here, or is it just me?"

I sat down in the chair to Caitee's left, while James sat to her right, placing our hungry eyes just at the level of her exposed mounds. I licked my lips and looked up at her face, and she stepped forward a little, her pink nipples only inches from me. Unable to resist, I leaned forward and flicked my tongue at her breast, contacting her nipple with the tip. "Oh my, I do like that, sir," Caitee cooed. "Mr. James, would you like a taste too?" Without hesitation, James leaned in and took her other nipple into his mouth. Simultaneously, we licked and sucked, teasing her nipples to erection as she squirmed standing before us. Then, she peeled her blouse from her shoulders and tossed it on the table, followed immediately by her bra. With her hands, she lifted her breasts to our mouths. James and I continued to tongue her breasts for several minutes. Her areola became slick with saliva as we lapped at them with our tongues. Caitee threw her head back, moaning and writhing at the attention being paid to her breasts.

Roberts continued to sit at the table, fondling himself as he watched the scene unfolding before him. My own cock was fully engorged and straining against my trousers. I could only presume that James was in the same state. Caitee's breath had become ragged, and she was obviously aroused. She put her hand under my chin, motioning me to stand, and did the same to James. Then she sank to her knees between us. Looking up at me and smiling, Caitee reached for the fasteners of my suit pants. "Sir, I think someone here could use a little attention ... don't you?" As she undid my zipper the bulge of my cock in my silk boxers became plainly visible. "Oh sir, I had only imagined ... my my myyyyy ..." Her fingers slipped into the waistband and tugged my shorts down, allowing my shaft to spring into view before her hungry eyes.

With a soft grunt Caitee leaned forward and kissed the head of my raging erection, her lips lingering there as she savored it. Then, parting her lips, she slid them around my shaft and took it halfway into her mouth. Her mouth was hot and the sensation was incredible. I arched forward, urging her to take more.

"Now Caitee," I said, panting. "We musn't forget our guests. Perhaps Mr. James would like some attention as well."

Caitee broke away and looked up at James, questioning. He met her gaze in return. "Yes Caitee. Please."

"Of course, sir," she answered, her hands immediately cupping the bulge at the front of his pants. James undid his belt; Caitee unfastened the button, then slowly drew his zipper down. He was wearing plain white briefs, and the tip of his erect cock protruded over the top. "And what do we have here?" she whispered in anticipation, tugging James' trousers and briefs down over his hips.

Where my cock was thick, James' was long -- perhaps seven inches or more. Caitee's eyes shone as she stared at it. Hesitating only a moment, she licked her lips, took James' shaft into her hand, then plunged it into her mouth, all the while holding onto my cock with her other hand. James let out a soft "ahhhhhhh" as she took him in, encouraging Caitee even more. Half of his cock disappeared into her mouth, then she withdrew, and plunged down again. I could see its head pushing against the inside of her mouth, causing her cheek to bulge momentarily.

Then she turned toward me again, my turn, sucking my fat shaft between her lips, all the way down until her nose pressed into my pubic hair. Her hand cupped my balls gently. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, casting it aside. My hips bucked into Caitee's face as she went down on me. I saw she was also cupping James, and in a moment she pulled him closer, once again taking his cock into her mouth. Her lips were glistening with our pre-cum, and our cocks with her saliva. I watched intently as Caitee alternately sucked on me, three or four strokes, then on James, turning her head first to one side and then to the other. I don't think I had ever had such a hard-on.

It wouldn't take long for me to cum. "People, let's close this deal," I quipped, and guided Caitee to her feet. "Stand by the table and bend over, young lady," I directed. She obligingly stepped to the table and bent at the waist, her gorgeous posterior raised up toward James and me and her naked breasts brushing the smooth tabletop. What an incredibly delicious sight.

James and I had both by now removed our pants, although James kept his shirt on. I reached for the hem of Caitee's skirt and lifted it, salivating with desire as her thighs and buttocks were again revealed. She waved her ass side to side invitingly. "Please sir .... let me have it ... I want you so badly," she pleaded. Stepping behind her, I took my cock in my hand and pressed it between her legs. She moaned loudly as the head eased between the lips of her pussy. I pushed harder, and Caitee pushed back as I penetrated her. "Oh yesssssssss " She was very wet, and my cock slipped fully into her easily, its width spreading her wide open.

I drove my hard, fat cock deep into Caitee, over and over again, the flesh of her buttocks jiggling each time I rammed home, my balls slapping. She was bent over the table with her breasts pressed against it, arms spread for support. Roberts had pushed back from the table, openly stroking himself now, his hand flashing up and down his stiff member, his mouth agape. Suddenly I heard James beside me, "Mr. B ... may I?"

Caitee answered for me. "Yessss Mr. James sir ... please ... I want your cock in me ... fuck me pleeeeeease " Gulping, I withdrew, and allowed James to take my place. Caitee raised her ass a little higher, giving him access. He fumbled for a moment then quickly slid his seven inches into her sopping pussy. Caitee squealed, "Oh my goddddddddddd," as his shaft filled her.

I moved around to the end of the table, holding my cock toward Caitee's face. Taking the cue, she turned her head to the side and took me into her mouth, slurping hungrily. "Caiteeyyy ... that's it ... suck meeeeee " I moaned. She grunted as her lips plunged up and down my cock.. James continued to pound her from behind. She rocked back and forth so that her mouth and pussy were filled alternately.

"Cum for me sir .. cum for me now," she muttered between gulps of my cock. I thrust even harder into her mouth, and her lips tightened. She was taking me so deep that my cock-head was actually touching her throat. I could hear the sound of James' thighs slapping her ass.

The heat of orgasm built in my loins, and there was no stopping now. Taking Caitee's head in my hands, I pulled her tight to me, forcing her lips all the way down to the base of my shaft. "Aghhhhhhh ... Caiteeyyyyy ..... " I screamed as my cum erupted from me, spurting against her tongue and throat. Pulse after pulse spewed into her mouth, and I could see her swallowing as she took it all.

Just then, James stiffened and moaned "I'm cummingggg ... oh my goddddd" as he buried himself to the hilt into my secretary, his cock throbbing in her pussy. Roberts too was erupting into his hand. Caitee's body shook as her own orgasm pulsed thru her. And just like that, it was over.

As Roberts buttoned himself up, James and I pulled our trousers back on. Caitee slipped her blouse over her shoulders and collapsed back into one of the big leather chairs, exhausted. "Wow sir, you were fantastic " she whispered. "But do you think I convinced Mr. James?"

We didn't have to ask James. As he buttoned his shirt and slipped his jacket on, he reached to his inside pocket, withdrew a pen, and signed the contract. Thank you, Caitee, for your so-very persuasive efforts." And he winked at her. Roberts signed next, and the two of them left the office.

Caitee took my hand in hers, beaming. "That certainly went better than I ever expected or dreamed " I told her. You are simply amazing."

"Yes ... sir ... I think we make a great team." She reached up and kissed me, and I knew my relationship with my secretary would never be the same.