"I don't want to talk about it!" Hank hissed. He yanked a fifth of good Scotch savagely out of his desk drawer, opened it and took a stiff belt straight from the bottle. "This explains everything, doesn't it? I… I thought you were my girlfriend, maybe even more than that. And now this!"
"Oh, Hank!"
"Just get out!" Hank sputtered furiously. "I never, ever want to see you again! Just get out!"
"Now wait just one minute, young man!"
Karen gasped, spinning toward the door.
It was Mr. Graham.
The distinguished company president hadn't even bothered to pull up his pants. He stepped forward a bit clumsily, his slacks still bunched around his ankles, his limp cock obviously soiled from fucking Karen's shitter. But his expression was as serious as if he were facing an auditorium full of stockholders.
"What the fuck do you want!" Hank cried, waving the bottle at him. "Jeez, look at you! You look ridiculous!"
"Maybe I do," Graham agreed somberly. "But I've got something to say. You have no idea, young man, how much this young lady has done for you."
"Why don't you go jack off?" Hank snorted. But Graham took this insult in stride. And then, as Karen looked on in growing amazement, the company president told Hank everything. From beginning to end, about Warner, James, Collins, everyone. How Karen had obviously sucked off Warner and everyone else for no other reason than to help Hank get his business established. How her willingness to suck and fuck anything with a cock between its legs was the most impressive example of employee devotion he'd ever seen.
"And if you fire her, I'll put her on the Cedar payroll immediately!" Graham concluded with a fiery snort, pulling his pants up over his dripping pisser. "And I won't make her keep sucking my cock, either. She'll be my executive secretary, at any salary she wants!"
Hank stared at the man blankly.
"But what you should do, young man, is marry her! It's obvious she's in love with you!"
And with a long, meaningful look and a quick rub of his crotch, the company president was gone, slamming the door defiantly behind him.
Hank leaned back in the chair and stared at the wall for several seconds. Karen knew all she could do now was wait. She felt as if her whole life was at stake.
"He's right," Hank said at last. "He's right about everything. The marriage part, too."
"Oh, Hank!"
Hank turned to her, his eyes shining with love. He held out his arms, and she flew joyously into them. Suddenly she felt as if this were the happiest day of her life.
"Karen, will you…"
"Yes! Oh, Hank, you know I will!"
And then she couldn't restrain herself anymore. Karen dropped to her knees again, yanking his pants back down, freeing the huge, swelling cock that she still loved sucking most of all. Seconds later, the giant prick was jammed in her mouth again. Karen sucked the massive pisser as hard as she could, making her husband-to-be groan as she bobbed her face on his prick.
Married! Gosh, everything was working out so wonderfully! Karen's mind drifted as she slurped feverishly on his boner, imagining herself with Hank in a nice, suburban house… cooking dinner for him… fucking him every night… being faithful.
Being faithful.
Not fucking anyone else. Not even her brother.
"Harder, Karen! Ungggh! Suck hard!" Karen stopped thinking about it, instead devoted herself to slurping on her future husband's prick as hard as she could. A few details of the marriage, she thought, could always be worked out later.