Kyle 2
by Muscle Fan 



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It wasn't long before I got a call from John Hunter, the CEO and board vice
president. He asked if I might meet him the following day. Apparently my visit
to his friend Roger Johnson, the head of marketing, had the desired effect.

I dressed conservatively in a charcoal gray pants suit with just a hint of a
pinstripe. Under my jacket I had a cream silk blouse. I looked at myself in
the mirror in my office bathroom for what was probably the tenth time. The
pantsuit was fitting snug around my thighs and the jacket snug across my chest
and arms. I really must get a larger size, I thought.

I walked to John's office and told Joyce, John's secretary, that he was
expecting me. With a quick glance at her phone she said, "You can go in,
Margo, he's just gotten off the phone." "Thanks, Joyce, by the way, that's a
lovely blouse," I said. I didn't think it lovely at all, but didn't want to
alienate the CEO's secretary. In fact, the sleeveless cotton rag was hideous.
"Thank you, Margo, you look lovely as well," she said in return.

Smug bitch, I thought. If Joyce had any muscles in those spaghetti thin arms
of hers, I'd really be surprised, but I smiled at her and walked into John
Hunter's office.

Hunter's office was walnut paneled with green leather seating. Typical of the
'old boys' mentality, I thought.

"Margo," John said, "Thank you for coming by, it's good to see you." He stood
behind his desk and gestured toward the green leather chair in front of it.
"Please, have a seat," he concluded.

I sat and he sat down as well. "How have you been?" he asked, "I must say, and
I don't mean this to be sexist, but you look damn good." I willed myself to
blush and thought, you have no idea how good I feel. I could rip you apart,
you old fool.

"Thank you," I said, "I feel fine and have only started working out and found
a vitamin regimen that seems to work." "I hope they're Biomax," he said trying
to be funny. I laughed and said, "But of course, Mr. Hunter." "Please, Margo,
call me John," he said. "Very well," I said, "John. Yes, it's a Biomax product
all right, as well as eating right and working out to my full potential."
"Excellent, well, keep it up." he said, and then continued, "I understand from
Roger Johnson that you'd like to be considered for a seat on the board of
directors. Is that right?"

"Yes, yes it is, John," I said, "I think it's time for Biomax have a woman on
the board, if for no other reason because 68% of our product is purchased by
women. We manufacture the second best-selling line of feminine vitamin
supplements in the country. I believe with my guidance, I can get Biomax to be
the best selling female supplement." There was my sales pitch in a nutshell,
plain, simple and to the point. I smiled at him.

"I see," he said, "And you're advocating adding a seat to the board?" "Well,
that," I said, "or taking over David's seat, he misses more meetings than he
attends and quite frankly, I don't think his heart is into Biomax." There,
that should give him something to think about. He was quiet for several
minutes, apparently lost in thought.

Finally, he stood up and said, "Thank you for your time, Margo, I'll talk to
Howard about our meeting." I hesitated but it was obvious the meeting had come
to an end, but with what resolution, I thought. I stood and he reached across
the desk to shake my hand. I thought about pulling him across the glass top
walnut monstrosity that he called a desk, but took his hand in mind and noted
how small it was compared to mine, and so delicate.

By the end of the week I had pretty much forgotten about my meeting with John
Hunter, but Friday afternoon, my phone rang. "Margo, this is Mary, please hold
for Howard," Mary said. Mary is an attractive blonde in her thirties and is
Howard Andersen's secretary. There was a faint click and Howard said, "Margo,
I've spoken to John Hunter and he mentioned about your desire to be seated on
the board of directors." "Yes," I said, "yes I do." "I see," Howard said, "I'd
like to discuss it with you, would Sunday afternoon be satisfactory at my
house?" Sunday afternoon and his house, I thought, what's going on? "Sunday,"
I said questioningly, and then hastily added, "Sunday would be fine."

"Yes," he said, "We're having a family barbecue. Nothing fancy, bring your
suit if you like, I'll have Mary email you the address and directions. I look
forward to talking to you." Just that quick the line went dead. Howard was a
man of few words. Moments later my email notice icon lite up and I saw that
Mary had emailed the directions to Howard's.

Howard was in his late sixties, but still, for all appearances, in good shape.
His wife was a petite blonde with cosmetically enhanced breasts in her
mid-thirties. In fact, she was only a year older than Howard's son, David.

I arrived at the appointed time and was met at the door by a woman wearing a
uniform. Of course, I thought, Barbie, yes, that's Howard's wife, couldn't be
expected to answer her own door. "Please, right this way," the woman said, and
showed me through the house to a set of French doors at the rear. She stood
aside and held the door as I stepped out on a large back patio. The bright
sunlight made me squint, but I caught sight of Howard standing by a flagstone
barbecue, grilling something. David was on a chaise lounge as was Barbie.
Howard caught sight of me.

"Margo, so nice of you to come," he said as he walked towards me. "Thank you,
Mr. Andersen," I said, "it was nice of you to invite me." "Please, call me
Howard," he said, "Did you have trouble finding the house?" "No, not at all,
your directions were perfect, Howard," I said. "Listen, I've got steaks on the
grill and need to get back to them, please, take in some sun. Did you bring a
suit?" I nodded and he continued, "Good, please change, the pool house is
right over there," and he gestured toward a building that was no doubt the
size of my apartment. He turned and walked back to his barbecue.

I went to the pool house and was taken by the spaciousness of the changing
room. One door led to a marble bathroom complete with bidet while another door
led to a shower room where five people could fit.

I stripped off my shorts, panties, blouse and bra. I had dressed
conservatively as I didn't want to be too assertive. I put my bikini on and
examined myself in one of the three full-length mirrors. Damn, I thought, you
look hot, Margo. I turned and looked over my shoulder at my butt. It was
covered by the bikini bottom, but just barely. I went back outside.

As I approached, David turned in my direction. "Well, hello," he said. I
stopped by his lounge and looked down at him. He was handsome and I said,
"Hello, yourself, David." "Have we met?" he asked. "Just briefly," I said,
"I'm Margo," and reached down to shake his hand. "Oh, you're the one that dad
mentioned," he said, "I was expecting," and he caught himself. I looked at him
and he finally managed, "Well, let's just say I wasn't expecting you." I
smiled to myself and said, "I'll take that as a complement." "Yes," he said,
"it was." I let go of his hand and wanted to wipe my palm on the back of my
bathing suit, but decided against it.

Barbie appeared at my side. In her bare feet I hadn't heard her approach. She
looked up and said, "Hi, I'm Barbie, Howard's wife," as if I didn't know,
"thank you for coming," and held out her childlike hand. I have to be careful,
I thought, this girl will break, "Margo," I said and I took the offered hand.

Barbie was stunning, a little over five-feet tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes
and a 38 double D chest. She was wearing a bright turquoise thong whose top
barely covered her nipples. It was obvious to me that I had worried needlessly
about dressing conservatively.

"Please, take this lounge next to me," she said, and then to David, "be a dear
and get Margo a couple of towels, David." David looked at his step-mother and
I thought at first he was going to continue to lie there, but finally he got
up and walked to the pool house.

He returned with two large plush beach towels, bright turquoise, that seemed
to match Barbie's suit. "Thank you," I said as I took them from David. Barbie
had lain back on her lounge and I did take note that her suit blended with the
color of the towels. I wonder if she changes color of towels to match the
color of her suit.

"Have you worked at Biomax long, Margo," she asked. "Yes," I said, "nearly ten
years." "And what do you do?" she went on. "I'm the office manager," I said,
"I take care of the office personnel and the facilities upkeep." "Well," she
said, "that's a very important job." I smiled and said, "Yes, I think so,"
although I would much rather be in research and development you little bitch,
I thought.

Barbie, thankfully, was quiet for a minute then said, "You look like you work
out, do you?" "Well, yes, I do," I said. "I knew it, you have well defined
muscles," she said, "are those breasts yours or did you have them done?" Wow,
I thought, but said, "They're mine, thanks." "I had mine done," Barbie said,
and cupped her breasts, lifting them slightly, "Do you think they're too
much?" "Ahh," I stumbled, "no, they look great." She smiled and let go of her
boobs.

"Steaks are done," Howard called out. Thank God, I thought, as I got up from
my lounge.

We ate in the shade of a cabana, the conversation light. Rosa, the housekeeper
and cook had brought salad, fresh fruit, and drinks to the table. Howard had
barbecued the steaks to perfection as well as baked potatoes and corn on the
cob. There was enough food for twenty.

As Rosa was clearing the table, Howard said, "Son, you've been on the board of
directors of Biomax for a couple years now, how do you feel about the
company?" David began to say something and then remained silent. "I'm just
asking," Howard said, "your attendance at the board meetings hasn't been the
best and you haven't shown much interest in the firm as a whole." I watched
David as his face reddened. "It's your company, dad, not mine," he blurted
out, "I've always felt that way, and frankly, Biomax has never been of
interest to me, so you can do what you want!" He pushed his chair back from
the table and stood up quickly, his chair falling over. He stormed toward the
cabana.

"I'm sorry you had to be here for that, Margo," Howard said. "That's OK, Mr.
Andersen," I said, "David as much as admitted his passion lies elsewhere
besides Biomax." "He's never been enthusiastic about anything," Barbie sighed.
"Call me Howard, Margo," Howard said, "I suppose I should have a word with
him." And he began to push his chair from the table. I said, "Let me talk to
him first, after all, I feel partially responsible." "Nonsense," Howard said,
"But maybe you can find out where his interests are."

I got up and padded to the cabana. David was sitting in a chair in the corner,
staring into space. "Look, David, I asked your dad if I could talk to you," I
said as I walked toward him, "you know you have no feelings for Biomax, that's
your dad's company, so why don't you put your time and energy into what you
want to do and not what your dad wants you to do?" He turned and looked up at
me. "He wanted me to take over the business for him, but you're right," he
said, "that's his business and it always will be, not mine." "Then tell him,"
I said and put finger under his chin, lifting his face, "in the mean time you
need to think of what you want to do." I saw the corner of his mouth turn up
in a hint of a smile and I moved slightly closer.

I smiled down and asked, "You do like women, don't you David?" "Yes," he said.
"And do you like strong women, David?" I inquired. He swallowed hard and said
softly, "Yes." I smiled down at him and moved even closer. He was now only
inches from my pussy. I was becoming aroused at the thought of this handsome
boy making love to my clit.

"Feel my abs, David," I purred. He tentatively reached up with his right hand
and ran his fingertips over my striated abdominals. "Hmm," I said, "that feels
good. Do you like my muscles, David?" He nodded and I chuckled. "And do you
like older women?" I asked. Again he nodded. "Do you fantasize about making
love to Barbie?" I asked, and his hand stopped. I smiled down at him and said,
"That's alright, David, Barbie is a gorgeous woman. Not strong or muscular,
but gorgeous in her own way," and I meant what I said. I could make love to
Barbie, and I knew I would at some point.

By now my mind was racing. My adrenalin was flowing and I knew I had to
relieve my sexual desires.

"Suck my clit, David," I said softly as much to myself as to David. "What?" he
asked softly. "I said I want you to suck my clit," I repeated, "lower my
bikini and pleasure me with your tongue." He hesitated but I sternly said, "Do
it!" Slowly he lowered the bottom of my bikini exposing my bare pussy. "Take
me, David," I said, "tongue my clit until I come in your mouth, do you
understand?" I put my hands on the back of his head, my fingers buried in his
dark hair. I moved his face towards my throbbing clit until I could feel his
breath on my bare mons.

He touched my labia with the tip of his tongue and I let out a soft moan and I
guided his face even closer to my clit. "Suck," I said softly and he explored
my clit and labia with his tongue. I couldn't restrain myself for long, the
pleasure was so great. I held his face against me as I seemed to disgorge a
liter of cum.

I was so lost in my pleasure, I didn't realize that David was coughing and
pounding his fists against my thighs. "Oh, I'm sorry, David," I said,
releasing my grip on the back of his head. He continued to gasp, now sucking
in vast quantities of air. With an index finger, I wiped the last droplets of
cum from my labia and sucked my fingers clean, and then I pulled the bottom of
my bathing suit up.

"You're amazing," David gasped. I chuckled out loud and said, "Thank you. You
performed well. I think Barbie would be pleased with her stepson servicing
her." "You, you won't say anything to her, will you Margo?" he asked. "No," I
said, "that will be our little secret, but you should follow through with your
desires. And speaking of desires, don't be upset that Biomax isn't your
calling. You'll find something that you're interested in."

I turned and started for the door. "Will I see you again," he asked. I stopped
and looked over my shoulder and said, "If I want to, David, if I want to," and
I turned once more and left the cabana.

Howard and Barbie were laying on chaise lounges next to each other, my empty
chaise to Barbie's right. The sun felt warm on my body and I felt very relaxed
as I lay down. "How's David," Howard asked. "He'll be fine, I think his ego is
a little bruised right now, but he'll get over it," I said. "He's a good boy,"
Barbie said, "He has a lot going for him." He does, I thought, and given a
little encouragement, Barbie would find out that her stepson has a very
talented tongue.

"I'm going to put your name before the board of directors, Margo," Howard
said, "I think you can count on Kyle and John, and certainly me. That would
only leave Dennis Thompson, but he'll go along with the rest of us." "Thank
you, Howard, I look forward to working with you and the rest of the board," I
said, "I hope you won't be disappointed in me." He chuckled and said, "I don't
see how that's possible."

"If you ask me," Barbie said, "It's about time Biomax had a woman of power on
the board." "Thank you, Barbie," I said and wondered if she was talking
physical power or corporate power. Either way, I think I liked Barbie,
enhanced breasts and all.

Later that evening, I was sitting in my apartment thinking about the
afternoon. My mind was racing; going over conversations with Howard, what I
should have said, and then my mind wandered to my seducing David. I picked up
the phone and called Kyle. I might have woken him as he sounded groggy when he
answered, "Hello."

"It's Margo, I need to see you," I said. "Wh-what, now?" he stammered. "No,
you ass," I snarled, "next week; of course now!" I hung up before he could say
anything further.

Twenty minutes later, there was a soft knock on my door. I answered it and
there stood Kyle with his hair mussed wearing a T-shirt and sweat pants.
Perhaps I was right about having woken him. I stepped aside to let him in.

"I went to Howard Andersen's today," I said, and his eyes widened, "he wanted
to discuss backing me for the board." "That's wonderful, Margo," Kyle said.
"Well, I won't celebrate quite yet, but it looks like I'm finally going to be
recognized for who I am at Biomax." "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" he
asked. "Yes, yes it is," I said, "but that's not why I called you here." "Oh,"
he said. "No, I asked you here because I've got a lot of pent up energy that I
need to release," I told him, "Howard asked David to step down and I spoke
with him and seduced him to ease his conscience." "Wh-what?" Kyle asked.

"I said I had David go down on me, just so he'd feel better," I said. "No, I
meant the part about Howard removing David from the board," he said. "Yes, his
father asked him to step down," I said, "and at first he wasn't happy about
that, but after I seduced him, he seemed to calm down." Kyle seemed to ponder
this, and then said, "So, why did you need to see me again?"

"You really need to pay better attention, Kyle," I said and closed the
distance between us. He involuntarily backed up a step. "What's the matter,
Kyle, I won't bite," I said and laughed deeply, "I just need to work off some
pent up energy. I thought you'd like to help." He looked confused, poor baby,
so I said, "Don't worry I won't hurt you unless I have to, now take of you
clothes." He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, so I stroked his
jawline and said, "Get undressed."

I turned and stepped away from him, reaching behind me and unfastening my bra.
I turned and said, "Do you like my tits, Kyle?" and I laughed, and then added,
"I know you do." He was unbuttoning his shirt. I walked back to him and
grasping the shirt with both hands, ripped it open, sending the last three
buttons flying.

I stood now with my hands on my hips waiting for him to remove the tattered
remnants of his shirt, which he did, and then I looked down to his belt. He
took the hint and loosened his belt and unsnapped his trousers, allowing them
to fall to the floor. A bulge was clearly visible in his undershorts and I
licked my lips. With a rip, I pulled his underwear apart and his hand
instinctively went to cover his genitals. I batted his hand away and said,
"Don't touch my toys!" and giggled.

Kyle was well endowed, his semi-erect penis perhaps six-inches. I ran my
well-manicured fingernail along his shaft and he made a whimpering sound. I
smiled into his half-closed eyes. "Come on, lover, let's go," I said, and then
grasped his penis and led him to the bedroom.

"Lay on the bed," I said, and he complied, his shaft now fully erect like a
miniature flagpole. I stood at the side of the bed so that he could watch with
his head turned. I allowed my hands to play over my body. Bending and starting
with my ankles and working my way up, my legs. I still had on a pair of satin
panties and when my hands reached the waistband, I lowered them down my legs,
picking them from the floor.

I balled the panties and said, "Open up, big boy," and stuffed them in his
mouth. "Enjoy the taste, Kyle," I said, "those will keep you quiet. I don't
want you waking the neighbors."

Now naked I continued to allow my fingers to roam my body, slipping a finger
into my damp pussy occasionally, becoming increasingly wet. After several
minutes, I was aroused. I climbed on the bed and straddled Kyle's hips, and
then lowered myself to his waiting cock.

I raised myself, slowly, savoring the feel of his penis in my pussy, then
lowered myself again. I continued, quickening the pace. "Don't come, Kyle,
don't come," I panted. Now it was my turn to make mewing sounds.

As I neared orgasm, I said, "OK, Kyle, you can come," and we climaxed
together. The sensation could only be described as intense.

Totally satiated, I got up and removed my panties from Kyle's mouth, but after
doing so, I put a finger to his lips indicating for him not to speak. "Thanks
for the fuck, Kyle," I said matter-of-factly, "Now it's time for you to leave.
I'll let you know when I need you again."

He began to dress and I waited, but not for long since I had destroyed his
underwear and shirt he had only his trousers, shoes and socks to put on.

I closed the door behind him and padded back to the bedroom, falling atop my
bed and drifting quickly to sleep. It's been quite the day, I thought shortly
before nodding off, quite the day indeed.

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