She left her backpack slung over her shoulder, exposed breasts heaving with excited breath under her shirt, the button barely holding the two halves together. Her erect nipples poked through the fabric of the shirt and could be seen in plain sight, and she made her move. She walked right up to one of the powerful-looking men who was waiting outside, typing something onto his phone with his expensive briefcase by his feet. His suit was well tailored, he looked like a lawyer who was at least twenty years her senior, with salt and pepper hair. The hottest kind of hair, she thought.
“Um… excuse me, sir?” she asked meekly. The businessman looked up from his phone briefly, and when he saw that it was an attractive young woman, he put his phone down for a moment.
“Yeah, what’s up?” he asked.
“S-sir I just wanted to ask y- My name is Felicita,” she was fucking this up already, she felt so stupid! “My name i-is Felicita and I wanted to come up and- I was hoping y- what I mean, is that-” but she was cut off with his hand raising and waving her away.
“I’m sorry babe, I don’t have any money.”
“N-NO! No, that’s not what I wanted to as-”
“And while you are, believe me, dressed for the part, I’m not one of those guys that pays for nights out, so why don’t you take your pretty ass over there and leave me alone?” he returned to his phone. But Felicita’s blood pumped in her ears and she could feel her pussy quiver with excitement. Did he just say she was pretty?
“Sir.” She said, trying to compose herself. He looked up at her, visibly annoyed. She looked around them and, while there were people walking around there was no one within earshot. She had to say it perfectly, just like she practiced on the way here.
“Sir what I’m trying to say, is that I want to ask if you were interested in having your ass eaten by me today.”
The silence was the longest part.
“I’m sorry, what the fuck did you just say?”
“I know, I know it sounds crazy but I’m not trying to trick you!” Felicita bit her bottom lip seductively. “I just really, really like doing it and I’m a little desperate at the moment… I know it sounds weird but I just really need a man right now.” She held her arm, squeezing her breasts together intentionally. This was a man who she couldn’t let go of, he was perfect. Rich, successful, and probably pent up from working in an office all day long. The man put his phone away and looked Felicita up and down.
“Holy shit you’re being serious right now, aren’t you? What, are you some sort of sex addict or something?” He looked around as well, and Felicita’s heart fluttered. That was a really good sign! Maybe he was considering it!
“N-No, not sex… I just love eating ass, it’s a totally different thing. You wouldn’t even have to stick it inside of me or wear a condom or anything! I promise!”
He looked around one last time, and then back to her.
“You’re not a cop or something, are you?”
Felicita was at her edge, she couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped up to the man and pulled out her phone. She unlocked it, went into her photos, selected a blue folder, entered the password, and handed it to him. He took the phone from her, looked down, and quickly put it against his chest, hiding the screen.
“Is that-”
“That’s me, and those are all real, I swear to you. I’m not a cop or anything.” She played with her fingers while he slowly pulled the phone away, and scrolled through the photos. Each one was a clear picture of her, some of them selfies, some of them taken by someone else, but each one had a man’s ass in the shot. In some she was tongue-deep and cross eyed in between a pair of cheeks, others were proud selfies with her tongue stuck out, a string of drool connecting it to a wet asshole. Some were even taken by the men themselves, squatting, laying, or kneeling, and Felicita in the background burying her face in their darkness. And the real Felicita was there, looking down at the man’s shoes. Quietly, she begged him.
“Please let me taste it…”
He took her into his office building and they stepped into the elevator. The entire time, Felicita’s pussy was drenching her panties, and she could barely keep her hands steady as they gripped her phone excitedly. The man pressed the button to the 44th floor, and the elevator hummed as it ascended.
“So I’m curious,” the man turned to her. “What made you ask me?”
“Ummm… well I have this thing for powerful businessmen, and I thought what better place to find someone important than in the business district?”
“That makes sense, but I meant why me specifically?” He looked up at the elevator screen, not making eye contact.
“…Why not?” she asked. “You were there.”
*Ding*
The elevator doors opened, and they both stepped out onto the carpeted floors. The tall, mature businessman and the foxy young college student.
They passed a secretary on the way into the office.
“Another model, Mr. Faehlmann?” she asked, smiling at Felicita.
“Yes, Mrs. Laube. We’ll be in my office, I can close up for the day.”
“Wonderful. I’m sure if she makes it to the third interview we can fill in enough spots for the Seasonal Show.”
Felicita barely registered what the secretary was saying, she was too fixated on this Mr. Faehlmann’s ass. She wondered when they would finally be alone.
It didn’t take long, after passing by mostly empty cubicles they went into a large office with huge windows, the man closed and locked the door behind them, and he walked around, carefully turning the wand on the blinds to rotate them closed so that no one would see.
“Are you in charge of a modeling agency?” This was small talk, men always liked it when they got to explain their jobs. And Felicita liked it more, it made her feel tiny and unimportant being a mere college student with mediocre grades.
“Not exactly. I’m the Director of Marketing for the Opfmeiher Soap company.” Felicita’s eyes widened.
“Holy fuck, you work for Opfmeiher? Aren’t they like the biggest cleaning company ever?”
Mr. Faehlmann brushed her words away with free hand, still closing the blinds. “Third largest in the country.”
Holy shit, so he was like, really, really important. Felicita’s hands went to her shirt, and she started to unbutton it, her hands brushing against her erect nipples.
“So you just go around town asking random men if you can eat their asses?” The last blind was drawn closed.
“Well,” Felicita’s shirt opened, and her large tits burst out, jiggling in front of him. “My friend invited me to have a threesome with her boyfriend, but didn’t tell me that he was the Economics professor.” She took her fingers and began to slowly take her skirt by the waistband lower and lower, showing off just how soaked her panties were. She could her Mr. Faehlmann gasped when he saw them so wet. “He said that he would fail me if I didn’t go through with it. But after we both sucked his dick, when he was fucking her he forgot all about me. He called me a dirty slut.” She pouted, and went over to the big window overlooking the city, and pulled the blinds up, making sure anyone who was lucky enough to have a telescope would have quite the view. She liked imagining an audience.