One of the best perks of being the director of a company is that you often get to sit in corporate boxes at sporting events. Ted - who headed up the marketing team at a middle-ranking pharmaceutical company in London - was a big fan of cricket, so he was pretty pleased when his MD told him that a special box had been arranged for him for the final day of the England vs. Sri Lanka test match at Lords. This, apparently, was in recognition of the success of a recent advertising campaign that Ted had helped to mastermind, which was even now resulting in fantastic sales for one of the company's new, flagship medicines.
'Thanks very much, Ken,' Ted said to his boss. 'Who else is going?'
Ken waved his hands, vaguely, and smiled. 'Oh - it's just you. Well, not quite, but - well, let's just say that you'll see. And you'll enjoy yourself.'
Ted wasn't entirely sure what this meant, but he was more than happy to take up the offer of the free box, whether he had it to himself or otherwise. Managing the new campaign had been hard work, and that, coupled with his recent divorce, had left Ted feeling like he needed some rest and relaxation.
Evidently Ken thought the same thing, because when Ted got to his box he found that he did indeed apparently have it all to himself. It was large and had high screening at either side to ensure privacy. Laid on on a table was a selection of sandwiches and nibbles, with a bottle of champagne and some cans of lager in a cooler. Ted settled down to watch the match, enjoying the warm sunshine and the fine food and drink.
After a little while he heard the door to the box open behind him. He turned around to see a gorgeous young girl walk in. She had long, blonde, straight hair and was wearing a powder blue suit that made her look almost like an air hostess. She smiled and walked over to Ted. Being a gentleman he stood up, and shook her outstretched hand. 'Hi,' said the girl as Ted discreetly admired her large breasts heaving slightly beneath her tight shirt and jacket, 'I'm Helen. I'm part of your entertainment package today. May I give you head?'
Ted knew that he was being rewarded, but he hadn't expected his bonus to include a sexy young London escort girl. He knew that such perks existed, of course, but he thought they were exclusively the preserve of the MD and certain senior shareholders. He smiled. The presence of Helen in the box with him was the one final thing that told him he had made it - he was recognized as one of the most serious players in his industry. It was time to celebrate. 'Of course,' he said. 'Be my guest.'
Helen smiled and broad smile as if she was pleased and relieved that her client wanted to have his cock sucked. But, being a professional escort girl, she remembered her manners: giving head to a major VIP such as she had been told Ted was was a major privelege. 'Thank you,' she whispered, and pecked him on the cheek. The next thing Ken knew the sexy young escort girl was on her knees in front of him, unzipping his flies with as much ladylike grace as she could muster amid the excitement of being allowed to suck a powerful man's cock. Ken's shaft sprang out of his boxers, already stiff. Helen looked at it for a moment, as if taking the measure of the shaft that would soon be tickling the back of her throat. Then the young escort girl's head bobbed down and Ted felt himself being gathered into the warm depths of her mouth.
This was one girl who certainly knew how to suck cock, Ted thought to himself as she took her initial strokes, applying gentle suction in a quick, deft, precise movements before settling down to a longer, deeper rhythm om sucking. Like most salaried men in London, Ted was no stranger to callgirls, and had enjoyed many incalls and outcalls over the course of the previous twenty years with a whole range of cute young escort girls, European, American, oriental, Asian and even a few Australians. It was lucky he was well experienced in the business of being pleasured by a beautiful young girl - less experienced men would not have held out for long, dumping their cum into Helen's mouth before she had had a chance to properly savour the taste of cock. Ted knew that Helen was specifically in the box for his pleasure, but he was enough of an old-fashioned gentleman not to want to deny her the taste of a long cock in her mouth for a few minutes - he knew it was something every girl loved, secretly or otherwise.
That Helen had a passion for head, and also a careful concern for her clients' welfare soon became apparent. Skilfully she moved herself around so that Ted was no longer facing the door of the box through which she had entered, but was watching the field of play, and therefore able to enjoy both the game and the marvellous head the cute young blonde escorrt was giving him. It was so good that he found he couldn't concentrate on the cricket at all, but was in fact getting more and more excited, and closer to the brink of orgasm. Helen clearly understood this, because she began to take long, fast strokes designed to milk every last drop of cum out of him. Ted certainly had a lot to give - seconds later he was putting his hands on the back of the sexy young escort's head and pumping her willing mouth full of the biggest load of salty cum she had ever tasted. An expert, she rolled it around her mouth, enjoying the taste, the swallowed the lot.
Ted leaned against the rail, reflecting on the fact that hard work certainly has its rewards.
