A _Hands-On_ Woman · Part 1 (1/2)
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I was alone in the plush office of Marcie Brown, junior vice president in charge of product development at Eros Tech, one of the world's largest manufacturers of adult products. When I had scheduled this meeting a few weeks earlier, I had hoped that Eros Tech might react to my invention a little more favorably. Still, Marcie had previously said that they WERE interested in the U-Ball, just not yet sold on it. As I looked around her office, I thought over my first impressions of her. She was a very attractive blonde, about 5'7" and 120 lbs. She appeared to be in her middle thirties, and to have a good deal of common sense.
She conducted business in a very serious manner, with herself always in control of any discussion. I guess that was to be expected, she being a vice president and all. I was very impressed by her business expertise and by the fact that, at a young age, she already had a lot of influence at a large manufacturing company.
She came back into her office and said "Well, Mr. Miller, we all agree that the test data you have provided to us is very interesting. But we're not quite ready to commit Eros Tech to your invention." She paused and looked at her watch, then continued "It's already getting a little late. You'll be in town at the Hamilton for at least the next couple of days, won't you? (I nodded.) Good, that'll give us more time to consider your proposal. When I leave here in a few minutes, I'm going out to have an early dinner. If you'd like to come with me, we can discuss your invention a little more over dinner."
"Thank you," I answered. "Yes, I'd like to go with you. And I'd be glad to discuss my invention further."
"That's what we'll do then," she said. "Since we'll be sitting down together to have dinner, I think we should be a little less formal from now on. Call me Marcie, and I'll call you Jim." We left together in her car to go to the restaurant. We drove for only a few minutes, then Marcie pulled into a luxury apartment complex and parked in front of one of the apartments. "I'm picking up a friend, Cindy Stuart." explained Marcie. "She's coming with us to dinner. I hope you don't mind." Marcie went into the apartment for a moment, then came back with a beautiful young woman, about the same size and shape as Marcie, but brunette and seemingly about ten years younger.
The young woman got into the back seat behind me, and Marcie took her place in the driver's seat. Marcie turned toward the younger woman and said "Cindy, this is Jim Miller. He's in town for a few days to discuss the invention that I told you about. Jim, this is my friend, Cindy Stuart." Cindy and I exchanged greetings as we shook hands over the back of my seat. Then we were on our way to the restaurant again.
"Mr. Miller." began Cindy. "Marcie has told me that you've invented a new kind of condom for men."
"Please, call me Jim," I began, "and I'll call you Cindy, if that's okay. No, that's not quite right. My invention is not a condom. It's a sexual aid intended to help adults feel more stimulation and get more pleasure from sexual intercourse. It probably does work effectively, though, as a method of birth control and in preventing spread of diseases. Those benefits have not yet been proven by long-term testing."
"When Marcie called it a condom, I thought I knew what it was. Now, I don't have any idea WHAT it is. But it does sound very interesting. I don't know what Marcie has told you about me, but sometimes I work for Eros Tech in testing new products. Is Eros Tech going to test your invention for you?"
"I've already had a lot of testing done," I said, "and almost all the people who have used it have been very pleased with it."
"The testing you've had done," said Marcie, "is fine, as far as it goes. But there's more to testing than just finding out who likes what. And there's really no substitute for in-house testing."
Then we arrived at the restaurant. As we ate, we talked about a variety of things, none of which I can really remember now. After dinner we all went back to Cindy's apartment. She fixed us each a drink, and the conversation again turned to my invention.
"What made you come up with it?" Cindy asked.
"Well, there have been many times when I've needed to use a condom for safe sex. For me, though, if it means that I have to use a condom, SAFE SEX SUCKS!! Condoms just interfere too much with pleasure. A lot of times, I can't even reach orgasm when I'm using a condom. The awful way that condoms decrease pleasure made me start thinking about the possibility of INCREASING pleasure. I thought it would really be great to actually increase pleasure, and maybe get at least some level of safe sex benefit at the same time. Health professionals won't ever look for anything better than a condom. They seem to think that if a man doesn't fully enjoy sex when he's using a condom, then there's something wrong with the man, not with the condom. Besides, they don't give a damn about another man's pleasure. Eventually, I came up with the U-Ball."
"U-Ball…that's what you call it?" Cindy asked. (I nodded.) "Why do you call it that?"
"Well, it's a little evacuated ball in the closed end of a very short pouch made of latex rubber. The rubber pouch fits over just the head of the penis, leaving the shaft totally uncovered. Condoms have to cover the shaft to keep them on and to prevent leaks. With the U-Ball, the internal air pressure is lowered. That's what makes the U-Ball special. Higher air pressure outside holds the pouch on the head of the penis and holds the little ball tightly against the urethral opening."
There was a brief pause, then, looking a little self conscious, Cindy asked "I'm sorry… the URETHRAL opening?"
"It's the hole at the end of the penis where the man's cum squirts out."
"So I guess the full name is URETHRAL Ball," Cindy said reflectively. "Well, considering what it's used for…why don't you just call it a SCREW Ball?"
I smiled at her suggestion, then with a sigh I said "That WOULD be a good name. But that name might be confused with something else. Besides, the name 'Screw Ball' couldn't be used in a family discount store or anyplace like that. Right now, the U-Ball is sold only as a way to increase pleasure. It's available on the internet at u-ball.com. But eventually, after the safety of the U-Ball and its effectiveness as part of safe sex have been proven, the U-Ball should be sold everywhere that condoms can be sold."
Then Marcie said "If Eros Tech decides to make and sell your invention, we can work out a name later. But you know, Jim, if I turn the U-Ball over to our testing department, it will probably be at least twelve months before they get around to any serious testing. And then at least twelve months more before they would be ready to discuss what they will call preliminary test results."
I had not heard this discouraging timeframe forecast before. "Damn!" I said. "Why should it take so long? It's a pretty simple thing to test, really."
"That's just the way big companies like Eros Tech do it," shrugged Marcie. "They're terrified of some kind of liability. Seems like some people just aren't willing to accept responsibility for the choices they make, and they try to blame some big company for any harm, thinking that it's a good way to get rich. Sometimes, there might be a way to get around that kind of testing, though."
"I'm for that!" I said. "How could we get around it?"
"Well," said Marcie, "I have enough influence at Eros Tech so that, occasionally, I can commit the company to a new product just on my say so alone, without going through all of the formal testing. I have to use my clout very carefully, though, and very rarely. If you could convince me that your U-Ball would be safe and really increases pleasure, then I might be willing to commit the company to its production and marketing just by signing off on it."
"I know that it would be a safe, highly profitable product for your company! What would be needed to convince you of its value?" I said.
"I'm a very hands-on person," replied Marcie. "I don't just accept whatever bullshit some supposed 'authority' might tell me. Too often, authorities turn out to be full of crap. No, I believe what I see for myself. Well, at least I believe what I see when it makes sense to me. If I could see a demonstration of the U-Ball myself, and if I was impressed by it, then I might be willing to put my job on the line. That's what I'm doing, really, when I commit the company to a new product just on my say so."
"Well," I said, "that seems clear enough. How could we best arrange for you to see a demonstration of the U-Ball in use?"
Marcie looked straight at me. She said, very matter-of-factly, "I believe we have a good opportunity to do that right here, tonight. I brought several of the U-Ball sample packs that you sent to us with your initial submission. From time to time, as she told you, Cindy has worked for us in field testing our products, and she has expressed an interest in the testing of the U-Ball."
"Yes, that's right." added Cindy. "Your invention sounds really interesting to me, and I would like to be one of the first women in the world to be fucked by a man using a U-Ball instead of a condom." I was a little bit startled when this beautiful young woman used the word "fucked". Up to then, we hadn't been using words like that as we talked to each other.
"So you see, Jim." Marcie went on. "We can take care of the need for testing right here tonight… or, I can turn it over to our testing department and let them fiddle around with it for a few years."
For some reason I was having trouble realizing what Marcie was suggesting. I spoke slowly, trying to think my way through an embarrassing sort of thick mental fog. "You're saying that (gulp!) you want to watch Cindy and I have sex while I'm using a U-Ball. And… IF you're satisfied with the U-Ball's performance, then you will commit Eros Tech to its development and marketing?"
"Yes," answered Marcie. "That's what I'm saying."
While I had been looking at Marcie and asking my dim-bulb question, Cindy had slipped off her blouse and bra and let them fall onto the couch. She took my right hand and placed it over her left breast. Reflexively, I pressed my hand against her soft flesh and gave it a firm squeeze. She moaned softly and pressed her tit into my hand.
"Jim, I'm very attracted to you." she said. "And I think you're attracted to me too, so let's do it. We can have some fun. Besides, Marcie will pay me for doing it, and you'll get Eros Tech to make and sell your U-Ball."
Cindy stood, opened the buttons and the zipper at the back of her skirt, and let the skirt fall to the floor. Now wearing only her heels and bikini panties, she turned around slowly in front of me, showing off her full breasts, slender waist, and high, shapely ass. She pulled me to my feet and helped me out of all my clothes. I had been working out at a gym at least two or three times a week for the last two years. Cindy sighed with appreciation when she saw my well-muscled arms and chest, my flat belly, and the above-average dick sticking straight out from my groin. She rubbed the palm of her right hand across my chest and down along my left biceps. She licked circles around my right nipple, then slowly went down on her knees in front of me, licking down my chest to my waist. Then she stood up and pressed her soft body against mine, her nipples like hot coals against my skin.
"Jim, I know we're both doing this for money." she said, looking me straight in the eye. "But there's no law against enjoying ourselves while we're making money. I'm going to do my best to give you as much pleasure as I can. I hope that you'll do the same for me."
Dropping again to her knees, Cindy put both her hands around the base of my cock and started slowly pumping the skin back and forth along the shaft. She stuck out her tongue and licked the urethral opening. Then she licked around the head and down each side of the shaft. I started moaning at the pleasure her tongue was giving me. Then she opened her lips and suddenly popped the head of my cock into her very warm, very wet mouth. Her tongue danced over the sensitive underside of the head as she slowly moved forward onto the shaft of my dick.
"Wait! Wait!" said Marcie. Cindy stopped swallowing my cock, but kept the head firmly in her mouth. "Jim, is her spit going to interfere with the attachment of the U-Ball? Will it stay on the head of your cock just as well, even after she's covered you with her spit?"
I was really getting into what Cindy was doing to my cock. I didn't feel like answering any damn questions! With some effort, I moaned "Yes, it's okay. I'll still be able to put on the U-Ball. Let her do it, for god's sake!"
"Okay… have fun," said Marcie with a wave of her hand. Then, under her breath, she said, "Now I'm finding out things that I really need to know."
Cindy got back to her blow job. She held the base of my cock with both hands as she again started swallowing my cock. Her mouth was stretched open as far as it would go as she moved her head slowly forward along my shaft. She slowly worked it through her mouth and into her throat. She gagged momentarily as the head of my cock pressed into her throat, and I tried to pull back a little to let her recover. But she wrapped her arms around my hips and put her hands on my ass, pulling me back toward her. She shook her head "no," so I stopped trying to pull back. It took her over two minutes to get it all in, and she had to fight off the urge to gag a couple of times, but then she had my cock down her throat to the hilt.
Her eyes were glazed over and she was breathing hard through her nose. I was glad that Marcie wasn't asking any more questions. I was too far gone to have answered any. As Cindy slowly pulled her chin back from my ball sack, she pulled her hands from my ass and brought them back in front. She used one hand to play with my balls, and she used the other hand to reach between my legs and tickle my asshole. She even stuck a finger inside and massaged my prostate. True to her promise, she was giving me some fantastic pleasure.
After she had withdrawn so that only the head of my cock was in her mouth, she sucked hard on just the head alone. Then she swallowed my cock again. This time, she had me in to the hilt in less than a minute. She started pumping her mouth over my entire cock with a steady rhythm. Inevitably, I felt the pressure building up. I started instinctively rocking my hips back and forth, thrusting my cock into her face as she deep-throated me, and then pulling it out as she withdrew. I was nearly to the peak from which there would be no alternative but to blast my hot cum down her talented throat.
"Okay, he's pretty close now," said Marcie. "Time to stop, Cindy. You've got to be sure that he stays hard, you know." Then, after a moment, a little louder, "TIME TO STOP NOW, CINDY!"
Cindy pulled my wet, throbbing cock from her mouth with a loud pop. Saliva dribbled down to her chin from one side of her mouth. I quickly lifted her to her feet and lapped up her spit, then licked up the side of her face to her ear lobe.
"Geeeze!" complained Marcie. "Come on, cool down a little, why don't you! Shit, watching you two go at it, a person would get the idea that this was going to be the last sex that either of you was ever going to have! Don't worry, you'll be fucking each other's brains out soon enough. And, judging by the way you both seem to love sex, it won't be even close to the last fucking either of you will ever do! Jim, you're going to put on a U-Ball now, while Cindy and I watch."
Cindy sat on the couch and Marcie handed me a U-Ball. I held out the plastic bag so they could both see and said "See how the plastic bag collapses in around the U-Ball? (They each nodded.) That's because the air is pumped out before the bag is sealed." I opened the plastic vacuum bag with a small scissors, and I was just starting to pull the cardboard ring over the head of my dick when Cindy stopped me.
"Wait a minute." she said. "Before you put that on…." She blushed, then decided to go on. "Jim, I'd like you to do for me what I've been doing for you. Please." She slipped out of her heels and then stood and took off her panties. She watched me with a smile as I stared, open mouthed, at her incredible body. Naked, she lay down on the couch on her back, placing a small cushion under her ass so that it was raised up a little higher than her head.
I could hardly believe my good luck and the depth of Cindy's lust. She was going to let me eat her out. She had asked me PLEASE to eat her out! Marcie looked at us with obvious signs of displeasure. My licking and sucking of Cindy's sweet pussy would reveal nothing about the U-Ball. ("Tough!" I thought.) This was just a part of her first-hand demonstration that she was going to have to accept, whether she really liked it or not. I dropped the U-Ball onto a little coffee table in front of the couch.
I knelt down beside the couch and put my hands on the sides of Cindy's waist, pulling her ass and the cushion under it over to the edge. She spread her legs wide, putting one leg up on the back of the couch and putting the other foot down on the floor. "D
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