Erotic Fiction: Corporate Pleasure
In this erotic fiction story, Corporate Pleasure, Nancy knows the kinky secret behind thicker hair.
I work at a large government office, at which the normal lunchtime entertainment for many of the men is to sit in the cafeteria-which they call the meat market-and watch the girls. One day I was at a table with a group that included a guy who had just returned from overseas. He told us a story about a woman named Nancy whom he’d worked with in London. Somehow he had convinced this woman that she could grow thicker hair by swallowing semen. It got to the point where he or his friends only had to say to her, “I wish there was something I could do to make your hair thicker,” and Nancy would immediately take them to her apartment for a “treatment.”
There was a woman in my office named Nancy, who had just recently come back from England. I didn’t really think she could be the same person, because this Nancy was very strait-laced and religious, and I could hardly even get her to talk to me. Every time I tried to engage her in conversation, she would start talking about how vulgar my friends were, and it was obvious that she thought I was no better. On the other hand, she did have rather thin hair.
I spent weeks fantasizing about her, and several times I stopped by her desk to talk about something or other, trying to work up the nerve to try the key phrase. But I could never do it, until one day I got so frustrated that I determined to try it or bust. If she was not the same Nancy, all she could do was think I was weird. So that afternoon I stopped at her desk, and after some preliminary small talk I took a deep breath and said, “Nancy, I wish there was something I could do to make your hair thicker.” Nancy looked at me in shock for a moment, and then asked me why in the world I would say something like that. I knew I had messed up, and in my confusion I tried to cover it up as well as I could and just get the hell out of there. I don’t think I have every been so embarrassed in my life.
A couple of nights later there was a knock on my apartment door. It was Nancy. She asked if she could come in, and although I felt pretty uncomfortable, I brought her inside. We talked about the office for a while, and then she asked why I had said what I did about her hair. I didn’t know what to say, so I told her a kind of edited version of the story, trying to make it sound as innocuous as I could. But she could tell that I wasn’t giving her the whole truth, and she pushed for more, finally threatening to go to our supervisor to complain about me unless I told her the story. I gave in and told her.
When I finished, she looked very angry at first, and asked me what kind of woman I thought she was. I apologized as profusely as I could, and at last she seemed to calm down. We talked about other things for another few minutes, until I started to wonder just why she showed no signs of wanting to leave. Then she asked if I thought that remedy for thin hair would really work.
Startled at first, I said I didn’t know. Then she put her hand on my thigh and said she had always wished that she had thicker hair. That was all I needed to hear. I pulled her to me and kissed her, and before I knew it she was out of her clothes and on her knees in front of me. She looked up at me and said I had to promise never to tell anyone at the office about this, and when I did she proceeded to give me a mind-blowing blowjob.
As it turned out, Nancy was a real artist at sucking cock, and I have never seen a woman who liked the taste of cum as much as she did. She made me come three times, harder than I ever have before, and she would not quit until I was so beat that I couldn’t get it up anymore.
Nancy and I had regular treatment sessions after that, but now she is leaving to go overseas again. All I can say is, if you meet a woman with thin hair, don’t be afraid to ask if there is any way you can help.