2007-08-31

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Please be aware that this story contains ADULT content and should not be read by minors.

An Anonymous Informer
by RLM

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Acknowledgment

The Author is once again indebted to Mr. Art Martin for his more than able assistance in proofreading, editing, and making numerous suggestions for text changes and additions to "An Anonymous Informer". For those of you have not had the pleasure of reading some of Art Martin's work, I suggest you log onto the following URL and enjoy some truly sensuous and erotic stories that are very well written: ... RLM

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/files/Authors/Art_Martin/www

A vice-president in an ad agency has to use all her talents to succeed.

Vaughan Residence:

It was a typical Monday morning in the Vaughan household. Edward was putting his graded papers back into his briefcase to take back to his office at the university where he was a tenured full professor, no mean accomplishment at his age of 39. His wife, Diane, was hurrying to get breakfast on the table so Marnie and Kent wouldn't be late for school and she wouldn't be late for work at the Star Agency. Diane's accomplishments even exceeded those of her husband. The Star Agency was one of the largest advertising agencies in the state, and Diane was the youngest vice-president in the history of the agency. Her six-digit salary exceeded Ed's, and when her 1% commissions on all closed contracts were included, her income was more than twice that of her husband.

The Vaughan’s two children were equally successful in their activities. Marnie was a 17-year old, high school senior, honor student and a member of several student organizations. In addition, she looked like a younger, carbon-copy of her beautiful mother. Both were 5'6", between 115 to 125 lbs, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a gorgeous body. Marnie's breasts weren't quite a full as Diane's 36D's, but they were close. In a few more years, they would probably be the equal of her mother's.

Kent was a talented, 15-year old sophomore. His grades were almost as good as his sister's, and his extracurricular activities were at least the equal of Marnie's, and probably better. He was a star athlete who spent many hours in the gym working out and building his muscular frame and reflexes. At 5'10" and 152 lbs, he was quick and agile, an excellent ball-handling guard on the varsity basketball team, and a sprinter on the track team.

As soon as breakfast was completed, the family worked together to clear the dishes and get them into the dishwasher. Diane raced off to the master bedroom to pick up her briefcase containing work from her office. Ten minutes later, the family had assembled in the den.

"What's the current hot project at the agency, Diane?" Ed inquired of his wife as she turned out the lights throughout the house.

"Darren has assigned me the Morrison account. It's up for renewal, and Morrison is playing games with us trying to get a better deal. He's really happy with the way his sales have increased since we took over his account, but he's a businessman who wants a better deal. I'm having lunch with him today."

"Think he'll sign?" Ed asked.

Diane grinned. "Of course he'll sign. I just have to explain things to him properly."

"Make him a deal he can't refuse, huh?" Kent commented.

"Something like that," Diane laughed.

"Everyone ready? Everybody got the things they need for the day?" Ed asked.

The family all nodded. Diane took her own car while Ed drove the kids to school since it was on the way to the university. Once they were all in the car, Marnie asked, "How are your classes going, Dad?"

"Very well. I've got some good students this year."

"Any of the sexy coeds ever hit on you for grades?" she teased.

"Of course they do. That's par for the course."

"And?"

"And what?" Ed asked, even though he knew very well what his sexy daughter was asking.

"Don't act dense, Dad. Do any of them ever get you to change a grade?"

Ed laughed. "Of course not! That would be unethical. And besides, they're got really stiff competition from your mother. Hard for them to measure up."

At this point Kent commented, "Dad, you'd say that even if you regularly changed grades for favors. So, your comment doesn't really carry much weight, now does it?"

"I suppose you're right, Kent. But don't tell your mother. Besides, I really don't change grades for women."

"How about this semester, Dad? Are any of the women in your class hitting on you for better grades?" Marnie asked, half teasing... half serious.

At this point, Ed hesitated. Diane and Kent waited, but there was no response.

"Well?" Marnie persisted.

"Ok. There's one girl in my junior-level who's been trying. She has to have the course to graduate, and it doesn't look like she's going to pass. She's pretty worried."

Kent's interest suddenly increased ten-fold. "What's she doing? Come on, Dad. Fess up."

"I refuse to answer on the grounds that I might incriminate myself... Fifth Amendment, you know. Anyway, Kent, you should ask your sister or your mother that question. They know a lot more about how women persuade men than I ever will."

Everyone was still laughing when Ed dropped Kent and Marnie off in front of the high school. As he drove away toward the university, he was still thinking about his son's question. That particular class met today, and he wondered if JoAnne would flash him again as she had done the last two times the class had met. He also thought about the appointment she had made to see him in his office later this week. But most of all, he thought about her sexy thighs and large breasts that her blouses were unable to fully conceal.
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Star Agency:

Fifteen minutes after Diane had reached her office and begun checking her busy schedule for the day, the intercom on desk flashed red indicating a voice message from Darren Royall, the CEO of Star Agency.

"Good morning, Darren. Diane here."

"Good morning, Diane," the CEO responded cordially. "Have you got a moment to drop by my office?"

"I'll be there in three minutes."

As soon as she entered the spacious CEO's office, his secretary immediately said, "Good morning, Mrs. Vaughan. Mr. Royall is waiting for you. Go right in."

"Thank you, Wilma." Although Wilma was pleasant, Diane was well aware that this was a woman who did not like her.

As soon as Diane entered, Darren Royall moved from behind his desk, and kissed his beautiful new vice-president. Diane held the kiss until her boss broke it. "I missed you this weekend," he said just before he kissed her again. "I'm really beginning to hate to see Fridays arrive."

When he finally let his lips slide from hers a second time, Diane smiled, "If we're going to be busy at this for awhile, I need to call my secretary and have her reschedule some appointments."

"Unfortunately, that's not necessary. I've got some appointments that I have to keep as I'm sure you do. Tell me, what's your take on the Morrison account? Are we going to be able to retain it?"

"It won't be a problem, Darren. Morrison knows we've done an excellent job getting his products before the market and increasing his sales dramatically. He's just a good businessman who's trying to maximize his profits. He really doesn't want to fix something that's not broken."

"I realize that's true, but if we tell him that, he may change just to demonstrate his independence."

"I have no intention of saying anything like that to him."

"So? What's the approach we use?"

"I'm having lunch with him today. I intend to make it clear how much I value his business and how much I like seeing him. I think that will be sufficient."

"I'm sure it will," Darren said with a smile. "You have a way of convincing men. What I actually wanted to talk to about is a possible new account with Deveaux Cosmetics."

"We have a chance to get that account?" Diane could hardly conceal her excitement.

"We do! Maurice Deveaux is not pleased with the current advertising program the Jackson Agency is providing. He wants a new approach... something sexy... something will make women want to buy his line of cosmetics. I'd like for you to handle this. Can you fit it into your schedule?"

"For this account, I'll make room! As I remember, Deveaux is trying to market a line aimed at women 35 and up, right?"

"Right. That's why I want you. First, you're the right age. Second, you're incredibly creative. Third, you're beautiful and Deveaux has a reputation for liking beautiful women. However, we don't have anything on the drawing board, so to speak. You'll have to come up with the entire advertising campaign. Can you?"

"I can! But you know that Fred Jacobs is going to be furious. He'll still mad that I got the VP's position instead of him. By the way, what's this account worth?"

"It varies, but for the right campaign, it's probably a $40 or $50 million account, per year. And don't worry about Jacobs. I'll handle him. You just concentrate on handling Deveaux."

"God! $400,000 to $500,000 yearly commission if I bring this in, right?"

"Yes, but I get 40% for giving you the account. Agreed?"

"Absolutely!"

"Good. I knew you'd be excited. I'll have the attorney's draw up the agreement."

"Great!" Diane started to leave, stopped, and turned back to face her boss. "Is there anything else you need?"

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University:

Ed looked out over the junior-level class of 44 students. At the start of the semester, there had been 53 students enrolled, but the workload and difficulty of the examinations had caused 9 of those initial students to give up and drop the course. For an upper-division, junior course, this 17% attrition rate was above average for the university, but it was no surprise to Ed as his courses were always more difficult than average.

Two minutes before the beginning of class, Ed noticed that JoAnne Fredericks was again seated on the front row right in front of him. He didn't employ a seating chart, so the students were free to choose any seat they wished. It seemed to be an unwritten law that most students sat as far toward the back as possible, almost as if they were trying to hide so as to avoid being called upon to answer questions. However, JoAnne always elected to sit on the front row directly in front of him. He understood perfectly why that was her seat of choice.

Promptly at the half hour, Ed began the class with a brief, but thorough, summary of the material that had been covered in the previous lecture on Friday. Around the room, he could see the students busy taking notes of his remarks and of the computer graphics he frequently employed as illustrations of the important points.

Edward Vaughan was the consummate faculty member. He was a full professor, one of the youngest in the university, highly skilled in cutting edge research in his discipline, extremely articulate and a brilliant teacher, and, as many a coed had confided to her friends, very confident and masculine. While not handsome in the Hollywood sense, he had a rugged appearance that excited women and allowed him to work well with men. His classes were intense, content-filled, and demanding. But his teaching was at such a level that even though the material was often difficult, after a Vaughan lecture, it seemed almost transparently clear and easy to the students.

Ed was well into the material for the day's lecture when his eyes were drawn to JoAnne Fredericks. She had casually crossed her legs. Her mini-skirt was short, and the action exposed a large expanse of her thigh. For a brief instant, there was a break in the smooth delivery, a slight pause. A female thigh exposed almost to the panty line has that effect on most males, and Ed was no exception to this general rule.

After the almost imperceptible break, Ed continued his smooth and faultlessly delivered lecture. Five minutes later, he turned to the board to draw a diagram by way of explanation of the material under discussion. When he again turned to face the class, he found himself staring between JoAnne's Fredericks' open thighs. She had apparently uncrossed her legs while his back was turned and opened her legs just enough to be certain that he could see the white of her thin panties nestling between her bare thighs. When she saw his eyes focused between her legs, she smiled and spread slightly wider, not enough that anyone noticed or even enough to significantly improve the view, but just enough to let him know that she was spreading for his viewing pleasure.

Ed was shocked to realize that he was getting the beginnings of an erection. That thought was sufficiently scary to cause his budding hard-on to subside. "God," he thought, "the hot little Bitch is really turning on the heat."

Ed continued the lecture wondering if JoAnne intended to keep up her show or even increase it. The thought that she might show even more worried him. Getting an erection in front of a class would be a disaster. In his tight pants, there would be no way he could possibly conceal it. Fortunately, a moment later, JoAnne closed her legs and kept them closed for the remainder of the class.

As the students were filing out after class, she approached him. "Dr. Vaughan?"

"Yes, JoAnne. How can I help you?"

"You haven't forgotten our appointment on Thursday afternoon have you? I really need some help."

"Of course I haven't forgotten. It's at 4 PM, right?"

"Yes. That's what I wanted to see you about. I can get off work if necessary, but I really need the money. Would it be possible to see you after dinner in your office. Say around 7 or 8 PM?"

Ed wasn't born yesterday. "I think it's better if we stick to the 4 PM appointment, JoAnne. I would have some difficulty explaining to my wife why I'm meeting an attractive student so late in my office."

Ed's honesty brought a sly smile to JoAnne's face. "Ok. Dr. Vaughan. I'll see you at 4 PM. Thank you."

Ed spent the rest of the day writing on a paper he was going to present in Chicago the following month and then submit to the premier journal in the field. Before leaving his office at 5 PM, he decided to check his e-mail one more time.

There was the usual assortment of worthless announcements from the university's administration. He usually deleted these without bothering to open them. If any of them actually contained something of value, a very rare occurrence, one of his colleagues would alert him. This was a common courtesy among faculty members to rid themselves of most of the burden of reading junk from administrators. There was one message from the organizing committee for the Chicago conference. This he opened and found several useful hotel reservation forms with recommendations. He downloaded the forms and put them in the "important" box on his desk.

At the bottom of the list was a curious e-mail whose title was "For Your Eyes Only - Orion82". At first, Ed was tempted to delete the message, but in the end, his natural curiosity won out. He opened it. For the next 15 minutes he read and reread its contents that said:
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Dear Dr. Vaughan,

For the sake of formality and courtesy, I have addressed you in this initial communication as "Dr. Vaughan". This is much too formal for the type of conversations we will be having in the future. So, from this point onward, I'll just call you "Ed". Hope you don't mind. I will using the alias "Orion82" or if you prefer, just "Orion". As I'm sure you are aware, "Orion" was the great hunter slain by Atemis in Greek mythology. We even have a constellation on the equator named in his honor. Like the original Orion, I too am a hunter, but a hunter of a different kind. I don't hunt animals. I hunt information, and as you will learn, I am truly a great hunter worthy of the name Orion.

I have a great deal of information that would valuable to you in your personal life. But let's not take things too rapidly. To begin, I need to convince you of the validity of my information.

Your wife, Diane, will soon be informing you that she has just been put in charge of a very, very important potential account for Star Agency. This account is the Deveaux Cosmetics account. The CEO of Deveaux Cosmetics is Marcel Deveaux, a name you might want to remember. It will be your wife's responsibility to land this account, which her boss estimates to be worth a yearly fee of between $40 to $50 million. With a 1% commission, your wife stands to receive between,$400,000 to $500,000 per year. But, she will have to kickback 40% to her boss for giving her the account.

You are already aware that she had lunch with Morrison today. At that meeting, she persuaded him to renew his contract with Star Agency. She will probably tell you that as well.

I have attached some files that will be of interest to you. The first is an audio file of part of the conversation between your wife and her boss when he gave her the Deveaux Cosmetics account. I have selected only part of their conversation. Perhaps we can discuss the missing parts later. The other files are jpeg images of your wife on her way to meet Morrison for lunch. The first one shows her getting out of her car in the parking lot of the Garden Cafe. The second one shows your wife waiting while Morrison is getting a table, and the final one is an under the table shot I took with a telephone lens. What do you think of your wife's outfit, Ed?

Have a nice day Ed. I'll be back in touch soon. Orion82

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The e-mail address at the top of the message read, Orion82@hotmail.com. Ed realized that address was untraceable. Next, he clicked on the audio file, downloaded it, and then played the file. He heard:
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"Tell me, what's your take on the Morrison account? Are we going to be able to retain it?"

"It won't be a problem, Darren." (Here there was a clear break in the recording. After the break, Darren is speaking.)

"I realize that's true, but if we tell him that, he may change just to demonstrate his independence."

"I have no intention of saying anything like that to him."

"So? What's the approach we use?"

"I'm having lunch with him today. I intend to make it clear how much I value his business and how much I like seeing him. I think that will be sufficient."

"I'm sure it will. You have a way of convincing men. What I actually wanted to talk to about is a possible new account with Deveaux Cosmetics."

"We have a chance to get that account?"

"We do! Maurice Deveaux is not pleased with the current advertising program the Jackson Agency is providing. He wants a new approach... something sexy... something will make women want to buy his line of cosmetics. I'd like for you to handle this. Can you fit it into your schedule?"

"For this account, I'll make room! As I remember, Deveaux is trying to market a line aimed at women 35 and up, right?"

"Right. That's why I want you. First, you're the right age. Second, you're incredibly creative. Third, you're beautiful and Deveaux has a reputation for liking beautiful women. However, we don't have anything on the drawing board, so to speak. You'll have to come up with the entire advertising campaign. Can you?"

"I can! But you know that Fred Jacobs is going to be furious. He'll still mad that I got the VP's position instead of him. By the way, what's this account worth?"

"It varies, but for the right campaign, it's probably a $40 or $50 million account, per year. And don't worry about Jacobs. I'll handle him. You just concentrate on handling Deveaux."

"God! $400,000 to $500,000 yearly commission if I bring this in, right?"

"Yes, but I get 40% for giving you the account. Agreed?"

"Absolutely!"

"Good. I knew you'd be excited. I'll have the attorneys draw up the agreement."

"Great! (Here there was a pause in the voices.) Is there anything else you need?"
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At this point, the recording ended so that Ed didn't get to hear Darren's reply to his wife's last question.

One thing was certain, Ed concluded. The voices on the recording were definitely those of his wife and the CEO of Star Agency, Darren Royall. He had no idea how the recording could have been obtained, but it verified every thing Orion had said in his e-mail message. He also wondered just what Darren was referring to when he said that Diane had a way of convincing men.

Next, Ed opened the three jpeg images attached to Orion's message. Each was a very clear image that had obviously been taken with an expensive camera. Each had an explanatory caption attached that looked as if it had been added with a software program such as Photoshop.

As soon as he saw the first one, he did a double take. It was obviously Diane, but he had never seen the outfit she was wearing before. It certainly wasn't the one she was wearing when she left the house that morning. Where in hell had she changed clothes?

Took this shot of your wife, Ed, just as she was getting out of her car to meet Morrison at the Garden Cafe. Looks really hot, I think. Does she always dress like a slut at work? Just curious. Hot woman. You're a lucky man.

The second image showed a full frontal shot of Diane. Her outfit exposed at least a third of her large breasts, and the skirt just barely reached mid-thigh level. In addition, there was a slit up the left leg that exposed most of her thigh when it opened.

Does your wife always stand with her legs apart like this, Ed? God! She has huge tits! How big are they anyway? Dress certainly doesn't cover much of her thighs does it? And that slit up the thigh! WOW!

The under-the-table shot was almost obscene. It showed his wife sitting with her legs wide open, her panties on display. He wondered if Morrison could see them. He must have been able to otherwise there wasn't much point in Diane spreading like she was.

Look at that! No pantyhose! No stockings! Just flimsy black panties covering her cunt! Look how she spreads! Incredible! Think Morrison got between those thighs, Ed? I have my opinion.

Ed was shocked when he realized that he had a massive erection from looking at Orion's photos of his wife. Placing his hand around his throbbing shaft, he felt himself throbbing, hard, rigid, ready. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this hard. His last thought as he left his office was "Who in hell is Orion?"

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Evening at the Vaughan's:

As Ed helped his wife set the table and fix dinner for the family, he noticed that she was wearing the same clothes that she had on when she left the house that morning. If Orion's photos were authentic, then she had changed a second time before returning home, which really wasn't surprising considering how his wife looked in the outfit she wore when she met Morrison. He wondered if Morrison had had an erection all through the lunch.

As the family was having dinner, Ed asked Marnie and Kent how their day at school went. As usual, they didn't have much to say about it. So Ed turned his attention to Diane.

"How did the meeting with Morrison go, Honey?"

"Great. We had a nice chat at the Garden Cafe after which he agreed to renew for another two years. Couldn't have worked out better."

"Anything else happen that was interesting?"

"You bet. Royall gave me the Deveaux Cosmetics account. It's just huge if I can land it."

"What's involved?"

"Well, to begin with, a lot of work putting together an advertising campaign that will please Mr. Deveaux. Then a lot of politicking with him to get him to sign. It's certainly not going to be easy, but the account, if we get it, will be between $40 to $50 million."

"Wow! That's incredible," both Marnie and Kent said almost in unison.

Later, as Ed reflected on the conversation, he realized that Orion's information was totally correct. So the recorded conversation was probably authentic as were the photographs of his wife wearing that hot outfit.

"What the hell is going on?" Ed wondered.

After watching the evening news on TV and chatting for a bit with the kids, they said they needed to do their homework and went off to their respective bedrooms. Shortly thereafter, Ed noticed his wife going into the master bedroom. The sight of her sexy ass swinging as she walked down the hallway immediately caused his cock to stiffen again.

With his cock doing the thinking, Ed didn't hesitate a second. When he entered their bedroom, Diane was in the bathroom. She had already stripped to her bra and panties, which suited Ed's plans perfectly.

The first thing Diane felt when her husband moved behind her was his massive erection pressing into her ass. She turned to speak, but no words emerged as her mouth was immediately covered by the lips of a randy, excited male who left no doubt as to his intentions. For a moment, she struggled, but two male hands quickly invaded her panties where they cupped her ass and then moved lower to the opening of her vagina. His arms tightened about her nearly nude body, crushing her large tits against his chest.

With Ed's tongue deep inside her mouth searching out every crevice, her words of protest came out as incoherent noise. Her husband's cock felt like a battering ram against her belly. As two fingers spread her vulva and penetrated into her hot channel, her legs automatically spread. At the same time, she felt a hand moving upward. With three quick, sure motions, he had her bra open.

When Ed finally broke the kiss allowing her to speak, she said, "Let me take a quick shower, Honey. I'm all hot and sweaty from work and fixing dinner."

Her husband ignored her protest. "I like hot women," he replied as he scooped his wife up in his arms and carried to the bed. After he had put her on her back in the middle of the bed, he said in a voice that brooked no argument, "Don't move!"

Diane couldn't tear her eyes away from her impassioned husband as he removed his clothes. When he was down to his jockey briefs, she couldn't suppress a gasping moan. A rigid, throbbing male shaft protruded two inches above the waist band of his briefs, its head shiny with precum. "Oh God!" she half whispered in awe, her hand involuntarily moving between her thighs.

Ed pulled the briefs down below his scrotum exposing both the huge phallus with a strand of precum swinging from its tip and his sperm-filled balls. Climbing onto the foot of the bed, he moved forward on his knees until both were between his wife's thighs. Diane stared mesmerized by the rigid, upright, throbbing male sex gun with its ammunition containers below.

Wrapping his hand around his weapon, he leaned forward and used it like a club to whack her panty-covered mound... once... twice... three times. The sight, sound, and feel of his rigid cock thumping against her mound was so erotic, so sensuous, so wild, Diane felt her juices gushing from her throbbing cunt.

Reaching forward, Ed pulled her bra away exposing both of her heaving breasts with their already hardened nipples. Again her husband's voice thrilled her: "Panties off! Lift your ass!"

Her entire body was shuddering as she arched her hips high at her husband's command. She felt like she might have an orgasm before he even touched her pussy. The crotch band of her panties stuck momentarily in the wet folds of her pussy. The feel of them being pulled away caused a hot contraction of passion to ripple through her vagina. The musky aroma of hot, aroused cunt filled the room. Once her panties were gone, Diane kept her hips elevated as her husband pressed a pillow beneath them.

Again Ed's voice sent shivers of excitement through Diane: "Spread!" came the command. Her legs flew apart and lifted, knees bent.

Ed surveyed his wife's totally exposed cunt and assholes. Cuntal secretions coated her labia and vulva. Some had even run down her ass cheeks. It took all his will power to keep from driving his cock into her like a raging bull. But first things first. He moved his head between her wide open thighs.

As soon as Diane realized her husband's intent, she tried to pull away. "Be still! Keep your legs open!" The strong male command caused her vagina to contract and throb in a small orgasm. His lips touched her labia. She felt his tongue sliding upward along her sex trench sampling her, spreading her open. Simultaneously, her body went rigid with fear and intense desire. Her fear and desire both intensified as the tongue sank deeper and deeper into her sex channel scooping up the juices coating its walls, tasting her, exciting her.

Her body trembled as she grasped his head with both hands and pulled him hard against her throbbing cunt. When his tongue reached her engorged, erect clitoris, she convulsed in an intense orgasm.

Ed drove his tongue up and down the shaft of her exploding clit. His wife wailed and screamed... begging him to stop... it was too intense. Of course, he ignored her. Instead of stopping, his lips closed around her dancing clitoris and sucked it hard into his mouth where his tongue raped and tortured the contracting, pulsing organ.

"AAHHHH!, AAHHH!, AAHHH! OH GOD! STOP! STOP! UUNNGGHHHH!! OOHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK!! OOHHHH SHIT! I'M CUMMINGGGG... CUMMINGGG... AGAIN!!"

Upstairs in her bedroom, Marnie's hand worked feverishly between the folds of her 17-year old cunt as she listened to her mother's screams and moans. Her clitoris was erect, hard, and dancing spastically as she brought herself to another orgasm. Her secretions had already soiled the bed sheet beneath her naked hips. When she heard her mother announce that she was cumming again, Marnie thrust three fingers into her vagina and imagined that Dad was fucking her pussy rather than her mother's. Her hot hole contracted again and again.

Across the hallway, Kent was lying naked on his bed. His hips were arched high as his hand jacked his throbbing 7-inch cock furiously. He had already cum once and most of the huge load of semen was still all over his chest and shoulders or on the headboard where it had shot in one huge stream after another. When he heard his mother screaming that she was cumming again, his second load arched high into the air.

Diane's body was still shaking in the aftermath of several intense, hard orgasms. Her clitoris and vagina still pulsed and throbbed. Her legs had fallen to the bed where they lay wide open exposing the throbbing hole of her cunt. Again she heard her husband's voice: "Cunt fucking time!" Diane jerked her legs up to present her core properly to the randy male between her thighs.

She came again, instantly, when the first five inches of the iron-hard phallus penetrated her vagina. Each time her cunt throbbed around her husband's cock spike, she grunted and gasped,

"UGH!, UGH!, UGH!, AAHH!, AAHH!, UUMMMM! OOHHH!, UGH!, UGH!"

Another inch sank into her channel. She wrapped her legs around Ed's hips, her arms around his shoulders, and hung on for dear life as the entire eight inches of cock slammed into her cervix. She honked and squealed with female delight as the fucking began.

WHOOMPPFF!! The spike hammered into the bottom of her throbbing hole. As it withdrew, the rigid rod dragged over her G-spot and frictioned her clitoris causing a high-pitched wail to erupt from her throat.

OOHH.. FUCK ME! Diane screamed.

WHOOMPPFF!! Diane babbled and moaned, "Oh god! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PLEASE... DON'T STOP... KEEP FUCKING MEEEEEEEEE!!"

WHOOMPPFF!! "AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH...!!"

WHOOMPPFF!! WHOOMPPFF!! WHOOMPPFF!! WHOOMPPFF!! WHOOMPPFF!!

"I'M CUMMMINGGGGGGGGGG!!"

"TAKE MY LOAD, YOU HOT BITCH!!"

"OH YES! SHOOT IT INNNNNNNNNNNN... CUM IN MY CUNT, LOVER!!"

At that precise moment upstairs, Marnie was doubled up into a ball, both hands still clutching her exploding cunt and clit in the throes of her fifth orgasm. Across the hall, Kent's prick pumped his third load of cum across his chest.
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After the intense sex, Ed and Diane just turned the bedcovers down, cuddled up, and went to sleep. Before sleep claimed him, Ed thought about the musky, somewhat salty and semi-sweet taste of his wife's cunt that evening. She had clearly been very hot and aroused, her juices flowing copiously. She had also clearly been fucked earlier that day. The distinct taste of semen couldn't be missed. Ever since Billy Marlin had ejaculated in his mouth during a boy's camp when he was 14, he never had any problems recognizing the taste.

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The University:

As soon as he arrived at his office the next morning, Ed checked his e-mail. There was another message from Orion:

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Good Morning Ed,

Could you taste the male cum in your wife's cunt when you ate her out last night? It excited you didn't it?

Have you ever wondered how your wife managed to become a vice-president in an agency as large as Star when she's only 37 years old? You know she jumped over more than half a dozen other people with more experience and seniority.

By the way, Kent is still a virgin and hates it. Marnie isn't, and she loves it.

Orion

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Ed was more puzzled than before. Orion probably had Royall's office bugged to get the recording of him and Diane. Getting the pics of Diane just required that he follow her with a camera equipped with a good telephoto lens. And he might have just guessed that I would eat my wife's pussy last night, but how does he know the sexual status of my kids?

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The Star Agency:
Diane smiled as she entered Royall's office. As usual, he kissed her, and she opened her mouth to admit his tongue and then to slide hers into his mouth. As he kissed her, Darren's hands thoroughly explored the lush contours of her ass and, as they were separating, cupped both large breasts.

"Morrison signed," Darren commented as he stroked her.

"I know. I was there," she grinned.

"Did you fuck him?"

"Of course. He would have signed anyway, but this made him feel like he was in charge... and of course, once he got his prick into me, he was in charge."

"Any progress with Deveaux Cosmetics?"

"Oh yes! I have what I think is a really good idea for a campaign. Deveaux is trying to market a line of cosmetics aimed at women 35 years of age and older. Instead of using young, beautiful women as models in the ads, we use women 35 and older, all very attractive of course, and after we show them using Deveaux cosmetics, we show them in a hot embrace with a young, handsome stud. Naturally, we show as much as we can during the embrace and as much of their bodies as possible when they're using the cosmetics. If that doesn't get older women to buy the stuff, nothing will."

"That's brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Royall exclaimed. "Where are we going to get the models?"

"Honey, Every attractive middle-aged woman would love to be on TV, making money, and getting it on with hot, young, handsome studs. We probably won't be able to get more than a few thousand applicants the first week," Diane laughed.

"And how do we sell the idea to Marcel?"

"My plan is to pitch the campaign with Deveaux at the agency suite. With the right incentives, I think we can sell him."

"I don't know any man you couldn't sell on anything given a day alone with him in the Suite. Incredible plan. I also have a great plan."

"What?" Diane inquired as she watched her boss clearing off the top of his desk.

"Hop up on my desk and I'll give you all the details while I'm giving you something else."

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2:00 PM - Vaughan Residence:

Due to a teacher's meeting, school had been dismissed at noon on Tuesday. Before heading home, Marnie and two of her female friends stopped at a local Subway to have a sandwich for lunch. The conversation was, of course, about men and sex. Upon questioning, Marnie confided that she and Ron had fucked in the back seat of his car the previous Saturday evening.

"Oh Gawd! That's so hot," Betty gushed. "Did he use a condom?"

Marnie shook her head. "He hates them and so do I. He gave it to me bare."

"Did he pull out when he came?" Cora wanted to know.

Marnie shook her head. "Have you ever gotten your boy friend to pull out of you before he cums?" she asked Cora.

When Cora grinned and shook her head, Marnie responded, "Well, I didn't get Ron to pull out of me either. He fucking filled me full. I never knew a guy could shoot so much."

Betty and Cora wanted all the hot details and Marnie provided them with a blow-by-blow and a thrust-by-thrust description. By the time she finished, there were three very wet pussies at the table.

"That's so incredibly sexy and hot," Cora whispered.

"Yeah, it was. But let me tell you, it was tame compared to the way my Dad fucked my Mom last night in their bedroom. That was really beyond belief."

"How do you know? Did you get to watch or something?" Betty asked.

"No, but my mom was just going ape... screaming and begging and pleading at the top of her voice. And she knew we were right upstairs. Can you imagine how hot my dad was fucking her to make her lose all control like that. It must have been awesome. And he screwed her like that for over an hour."

"Wow!!" both girls said in unison.

"Did you get off listening to your dad giving it to your mom?"

"Five times," Marnie admitted.

"Five times? Oh come on. You vibrated yourself to five orgasms??" Betty asked, the skepticism obvious in her voice.

"I didn't need to use my vibe. It was so damn hot, my fingers were all I needed. I couldn't stop. You wouldn't have been able to either if you had been there listening."

Later, Betty gave Marnie a ride home. It was 2:00 PM when she arrived. At first, Marnie thought she would be alone in the house since her mom and dad would be at work until sometime after 5 PM. But as she was walking to her bedroom, she heard Kent grunting and talking in his bedroom. Moving closer, she heard him saying, "Oh fuck the hot Bitch! Fuck my slutty Mom harder!" It was obvious that he was masturbating thinking about the way their parents had fucked the previous night.

Marnie had never seen a guy jacking off before and couldn't resist pushing on the door a little. Thinking he was alone, Kent had not locked it or even closed it all the way. The door opened silently.

Kent was naked in the middle of his bed. He had his hand wrapped around his 7-inch cock jacking it furiously as he kept saying things like, "Fuck my mom's hot cunt... hard... deep. Give it to her."

Involuntarily, Marnie's hand pressed her skirt against her pussy and began to rotate it in slow circles. Her brother had his eyes closed, his hand jacking his rigid cock as he thought about their mother being fucked.

"Oh Shit! Take my big cock you hot Slut!" he moaned.

Realizing that Kent was not just thinking about their mother being fucked, but about fucking her himself, Marnie moved her hand beneath her skirt against the soaked crotch of her panties. She wanted to get closer so she could see her brother's cock when it shot off. Marnie pushed the door open wider and it creaked.

Instantly, Kent's eyes opened, and he looked in the direction of the sound. When he saw his beautiful, older sister watching him, he abruptly stopped as his erection rapidly subsided. "Oh Shit! I didn't know you were home."

Marnie was appalled at being caught spying and even more appalled by the fact that she had so frightened her brother that his erection had almost instantly vanished. "Oh please. Don't Stop! Keep doing it," she pleaded. "It's so hot! I've never seen a guy do it before."

Kent was initially shocked at his sister's request. Then, he saw that she had her hand under her skirt rubbing her pussy. His cock immediately began to regain its stiffness.

"Oh god, Marnie. Get on the bed and do it with me. Hurry!"

"I can't. I can't do it right in front of you. You're my brother!"

"Bullshit! You've been standing there spying on me and rubbing your pussy while I jerk off. Take off your damn clothes and get over here on the bed with me!"

Marnie's body was trembling as she moved toward the bed, her eyes locked on Kent's rapidly hardening cock. Mesmerized by the large, throbbing male snake, she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her fingers quickly opened the buttons of her blouse. A moment later, it joined her skirt on the floor. Reaching behind her back, she opened her bra and pulled it from her heaving breasts.

"Jezzzzzzz!!! They're gorgeous!" Kent whispered in awe, his cock immediately hardening into a rigid steel spike.

Marnie mounted the bed naked save for her panties. They could both smell the musky aroma of her throbbing cunt.

"Do it, Kent. Do it while I watch. I want to see it shoot," his sister moaned passionately.

"Oh god, Yes! Watch me!" Kent's hand flashed up and down his rigid, pulsing cock shaft. The head was deep purple, engorged with blood, throbbing, ready to explode. Marnie's eyes were no more than a foot away. Her hand worked feverishly between her thighs.

"Ohhhhhh! OOOHHHH!!" she moaned. "It's just huge! It looks like it's gonna explode!"

"IT IS! I'M ABOUT TO CUM!"

"OH YES! DO IT, KENT. MAKE IT SHOOT!"

"I want to cum on your tits! Can I cum on your tits?!"

"YES! YES!! ON MY TITS! CUM ON MY TITS!"

In one smooth coordinated motion, Marnie lay back on the bed as Kent scrambled to his knees and pointed his throbbing cock right at Marnie's big C-cup tits. She stared right at the hole in the center of the engorged cock head. Automatically, her hands rose and cupped her tits for her brother's cum shot.

"HERE IT CUMS! AAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

The first huge stream of semen struck Marnie's left tit drenching it with male juices. The tail end of the stream snaked down into her cleavage and up the side of her right tit. Kent altered his aim so that the second gush splattered over her right tit coating it with cum. Aiming lower, Kent's third cum blast filled her cleavage with a pool of his semen. The fourth, fifth, and sixth jets were smaller. Most of them landed on Marnie's neck, tits, and belly where they formed a thick, milky-white pool in her navel pocket. By the time the last drops exited his throbbing prick, his sister was covered with his cum.

Oh fuck! You randy Stud. You just drenched me!.

When the first load poured over her left tit, Marnie had gasped. A moment later, her clit and cunt went into a hard, spastic contraction as she erupted in an intense orgasm. As the last of the Kent's load coated her belly, she was still in the throes of her climax, her cunt hole opening and closing repeatedly as if there were a male organ embedded within.

The Vaughan kids collapsed together, their chests heaving as they sucked air into their tortured lungs. Kent couldn't tear his eyes away from his sister's heaving tits. The fact that her nipples were hard didn't escape his 15-year old eyes.

"You came too, didn't you?" he asked.

"Oh yes... hard... really hard! I'm still throbbing. That was incredible!"

"Really? You're really throbbing? Like a guy throbs?"

"Of course. Pussies throb just like cocks. Didn't you know that?"

"No, I didn't," Kent whispered, embarrassed.

Hearing the embarrassment in her brother's voice, Marnie's tone immediately softened. "You haven't had sex with a girl yet, have you?"

"No. None of the girls in my class will fuck."

"They will, Kent. They will. Just wait a year or two and they'll all be after you."

"Are you still throbbing?"

"Yes... a little."

Kent moved down the bed and hooked his fingers in his sister's panties. As he pulled them downward over her hips, he met no resistance. In fact, Marnie lifted her ass to make it easier for him. Before he tossed her panties onto the floor, he put them to his nose and inhaled their heady fragrance. As soon as he smelled the intoxicating aroma of her cunt, his cock once more began to harden.

Lying on the bed between his sister's legs, he moved forward so he could see her pussy slowly opening and closing. She spread wider to give him more room.

Marnie was about to give him some instructions when she felt his fingers gently spreading her labia open to expose the wet hole of her vagina and the slowly pulsing clitoris at the top. Kent's cock was now rigid with desire for the luscious female hole before his eyes.

Marnie held her breath as she felt her brother's head moving forward, closer and closer to her core. Then his tongue was inside her vulva, sliding upward in her trench. She groaned when he sucked each of her lips gently and then harder. When the tongue reached her erect, waiting clitoris and slid up its throbbing shaft, she moaned as her hips arched high to present her pussy to the male mouth.

Kent was inexperienced, but he had read about the female clitoris. At first, he was experimenting to find what excited Marnie the most. When he heard her moan deeply and felt her hips thrust upward at the moment his tongue licked upward against the button at the top of her cunt, he knew he had found her clitoris.

Having found the magic key that opens a woman's cunt, he worked his tongue against her wildly throbbing, dancing clit. Up and down the shaft causing her to grunt with pleasure... then across the sensitive tip bringing shrieks of passion from her lungs. When he closed his lips about the base of her clit and sucked hard, she began to shake and tremble, and the small female prick started to contract and throb inside his mouth as his sister erupted in an intense orgasm.

To his great delight, he discovered that women don't have to stop after they cum. Pushing two fingers into her convulsing vagina, Kent continued to stroke Marnie's jerking clitoris with his tongue. In just a few seconds, his sister was again howling with pleasure as her hips hammered up and down on the bed.

As her third orgasm approached, his fingers encountered the raised bundle of tissue inside her vagina right behind her clitoris. Since it felt different than the rest of pussy, he began working his fingers over its surface, pressing, releasing, pressing, stroking... over and over. Marnie's mouth flew open! Her tongue shot out and rotated uncontrollably in the air. Her eyes clenched shut at the same time as Kent felt her vagina begin to erupt in a series of continuous hard spasms. His sister's legs shot out rigid; her feet and toes arched backwards; her ass thrust high as her cunt ejected a huge stream of her juices all over his face. Her screams of passion were identical to those his mother was making last night.

Kent continued to work his sister's sex organs until he instinctively knew he needed to let her come down from the sexual high. For several seconds, she held her hips high as her cunt continued to throb. Then, she collapsed to the bed, her chest heaving with the exertion of her intense climax.

Kent's cock was now a steel hard, rigid spike. It was so hard that it hurt. Marnie's spasming, soaked vagina was wide open in front of him. But it needed to be higher. Even though he had never fucked a girl, he seemed to know what to do. His hands thrust beneath his sister's ass where he grasped both her cheeks firmly and pulled her cunt into perfect fucking position. With his hips lodged firmly and deeply in her sex saddle, there was no way she could close her legs.

When Kent's body moved over hers to align his sex gun with her opening, Marnie realized that she was about to be fucked, fucked by her brother. Instinctively, she struggled, but it was hopeless and she knew it. Kent's hips drove his entire cock spike into her waiting cunt hole on the first thrust. As she felt it stretching her and driving in to the bottom of her cunt, the taboo was broken, and her excitement and passion flared again. Her legs rose and wrapped themselves around her lover's hips, pulling him deep inside her body.

Kent fucked her magnificently... first with steady, hard strokes, each one driving his full length into her pussy. As their mutual excitement rose higher and higher, he gave it to her faster. After a few thrusts, he realized that if he rode her high, keeping his cock pressed against her clitoris, Marnie's wails and screams were even more intense. He moved higher on her body and rammed her even faster. She came, honking and howling. He felt the contractions of her cunt around his cock. With an intense grunt of male passion, he hammered in and out of her fuck-hole until, unable to continue, his semen roared down his prostate, mixed with the sperm pumping out of his balls, and ejaculated in a series of intense cum jets deep inside his sister's throbbing cunt.

Marnie takes Kent's virginity as he unloads in her cunt.

Ten minutes later, Marnie snuggled against him and whispered, "That was fantastic! You're twice as good a lover as Ron, and with a bigger cock as well."

It was a comment that Kent would remember his entire life.

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6:00 PM - Vaughan Residence:

Diane had just come home and while she was busy preparing dinner, Ed went to his study to check his e-mail wondering if there would be another message from Orion. There was.

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Dear Ed,

Hope you had a nice day at the University. I can assure you that your wife had a very nice day at her office. I've attached another audio file that provides some of the details as well as more jpeg images that are even more explanatory. As they say, one picture is worth 10,000 words. I know you would prefer video, but it's much harder to hide video equipment than small cameras. But, I'm working on it.

I know you're wondering how your wife manages to change outfits during the day to ones you've never seen. I'll give you a couple of clues: First, check out the address, Brentwood Tower, Apartment 2416. Second, check your wife's key case for a key that seems out of place.

Oh, I need to update you on the sexual status of Marnie and Kent. I've already told you that Marnie is being fucked regularly. But I also told you that Kent is a virgin. Yesterday, that was correct. Today it is not. Your boy just fucked his first cunt.

Talk to you later, Ed. Orion

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With everyone at home, Ed decided to use the earphones to listen to the audio file. As before, the sound quality was excellent. He heard the entire conversation between Diane and her boss that morning. His cock began to harden when he heard Darren say, "Did you fuck him?" It got harder still when he heard Diane replying, "Of course. He would have signed anyway, but this made him feel like he was in charge... and of course, once he got his prick into me, he was in charge."

By the time he heard Royall say, "Hop up on my desk and I'll give you all the details while I'm giving you something else." his cock had become hard as iron. For the next 10 minutes of the recording, he listened to the unmistakable sounds of his wife being fucked.

He knew what the photos were going to show even before he opened them. The first photo showed a rear view of his wife alone bending over beside Royall's desk pulling down her panties, which were already around her knees. In the second one, again taken from the same camera, she was sitting on Royall's desk with her legs wide open and Royall eating her cunt.

Diane stripping panties and Royall eating her cunt.

In the remaining photos, both Diane and Royall were naked. In the third image, Diane's boss was between her thighs fucking her as she leaned backwards. The fourth image was a close up shot of his wife, now lying on her back on the desk, with her cunt filled with a huge cock. In the last photo, she was riding Darren's cock. Ed couldn't tear his eyes away from the photo of big cock rammed up his wife's cunt.

Ed's cock throbbed as he stared at Darren's cock filling Diane's cunt.

Ed stored all the files and Orion's message in a hidden folder while he waited for his erection to subside. Once that happened, he went into the kitchen to talk to his wife.

"Need any help, Honey?" he asked.

"Sure. Why don't you set the table and open the wine. The roast is done."

As Ed was opening the cabernet, he checked to see if the kids were within earshot. When he saw they were not around, he asked, "Tell me, is Marnie having sex yet?"

Diane stopped what she was doing, turned toward her husband, and asked, "Why do you ask?"

"I'm her Dad. Seems to me that that's something I ought to know."

"You're right. You should know. She's 17, Ed."

"So?"

"It's not the 1950's, Ed. Today, 17-year old women have sex."

"Ok. I thought so... Who's fucking her?"

"She's had three boy friends that I know of. Her current is Ron Daniels. I know he's having sex with Marnie, and I imagine the other two did also."

"Is she on the pill?"

"Of course. I took her to my doctor a year ago."

"Ok. Thanks. I guess I was worried about nothing. I didn't want her to get pregnant. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I should have, but it's sort of a female thing, you know. Marnie confided in me, and... I didn't feel comfortable violating her confidence, but... I should have told you. Sorry."

"Not a problem. I'm just glad you took care of every thing."

During dinner, Ed considered Orion's revelation that Kent had screwed a girl during the last 24 hours. He had spent last night at home and went to school today, so when had he had the opportunity to get a girl in bed? He was certainly handsome and masculine enough to manage that, but it didn't seem like he had had the opportunity.

At that point, Ed noticed Marnie's hairdo had pretty much been wiped out. She had attempted repairs, but it was a far cry from what it had been that morning. Obviously, someone had gotten her in bed during the day... probably her boy friend, Ron, Ed thought. But, on the other hand, he knew that Kent and Marnie had been together during the day. The very thought of that possibility made his cock stiffen.

After dinner, while Diane was doing the dishes, he checked her key ring in her handbag. The key to her car, the house, her briefcase, and several office keys for the Star Agency, all of the same type, were there. In addition, there was one more. It appeared to be an apartment key. The number 2416 was etched on the key!

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University - 4:00 PM - Thursday

At 3:30 PM, Ed waited in his office for JoAnne Fredericks to show up for their 4 PM appointment. He thought about her performance in lecture the previous afternoon. As he expected, she again was seated on the front row, right in front of him. Again, as he expected, she wore a short skirt and heels.

The only difference between her actions at Wednesday's lecture and those on Monday was that JoAnne had not waited until the lecture was half finished to begin enticing him with her body. Nor had she stopped prior to the completion of the lecture. Two minutes into the lecture, she had her legs crossed with her short skirt riding high on her lush thighs. Five minutes later, she had recrossed her legs in the opposite direction revealing even more of her other thigh. After ten minutes, JoAnne was sitting with her legs open exposing the brief, thin white panties she wore as well as the trimmed, dark hair of her pubic bush.

Promptly at 4 PM, she knocked on Ed's door. He said "Come in", and she did so, taking a seat directly in front of his desk.

"Well, JoAnne, what can I do for you?" Ed asked, knowing full well what the answer was.

She surprised him, however, by not talking around the point of her visit.

"Dr. Vaughan, you know and I know that this course is too difficult for me. I simply don't have the ability to pass it, but I have to have credit in this course in order to graduate. Look at me! I'm a very, very attractive woman, and I'm even better in bed. I'll trade me for a 'C' grade in this course. I've already given you several previews of me. I think I'm offering a very good deal for both of us."

Ed nodded but didn't reply. He thought about the fact that his wife was obviously being fucked regularly by cocks other than his. His daughter, Marnie, was getting screwed by everyone of her boy friends. Kent had just fucked his first woman and would soon be laying many others. It was even probable that the girl he had fucked was Marnie. In contrast, the only pussy he was getting into was Diane's. That didn't seem really fair to Ed.

Out loud he said, "JoAnne, it could be a very good deal for us both, or it could be a bad deal for me and a good one for you. If your offer is that I fuck you once, here or elsewhere, for a C grade, it's a bad deal for me that I think I shall decline, and give you the "F" grade you've actually earned."

JoAnne had hoped to shock Ed with her blunt straightforward offer. Instead, she was suddenly facing the end of her college career with no degree. "What do you think would be a good deal for both of us?" she asked.

"You're the one offering deals, not me, JoAnne. It's up to you to suggest the deal. It's up to me to decide if I wish to accept it or not. So, think carefully and then make your best offer. I'll give you some advice before you decide: come up with an agreement that protects my interests."

After a few minutes of thought, JoAnne gave Ed a devilish grin and said, "Ok. How's this? If I get a 'C' in this course, it will still take me another semester to finish the degree. You give me a grade of 'I', incomplete, in this course. That is the grade given when some requirement of the course has not yet been completed. I suspect my course 'requirements' will be frequent sex with you until the end of the next semester. At that time, I will have completed all course requirements, very satisfactorily I assure you, and then you change the 'I' to a 'C'. Or maybe to a B or an A, depending on how well I complete the requirements. Agreed?"

For a reply, Ed said, "Stand up and then turn around slowly. I want to see you from all sides."

JoAnne shuddered with excitement. "Oh yes! Look at me. I promise, you won't be sorry." She rose and slowly turned through 360 degrees. When her back was toward him, she bent over slightly and thrust her ass toward him. Ed's cock began to harden when he saw that her short skirt just barely covered her ass.

"Lose the skirt and blouse, JoAnne."

She seductively pulled the straps of her blouse off her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist. Unzipping the tiny skirt, she let it fall to the floor of his office. Now clad only in a light blue bra and thong with the blouse bunched uselessly around her waist, she put her hands behind her head and thrust her big tits in his direction. "Like me?"

"I love the way you look." Ed got up and moved over to the couch. "You've had my cock hard the entire semester, now come over here and take care of it properly."

A moment later, the blonde-haired beauty had his pants open and his large 8-inch, thick cock out. "Oh My God! You're fucking huge! I had no idea just how good a deal this was going to be for me."

Ed drove his 8-inch cock into her hot mouth.

With that, she bent over and began sucking him. Her lips slid up and down his rigid shaft. Each time her head descended, more and more of his organ entered her mouth. When five inches were in, she had his cock head against the back of her throat. He thought that was as much as she could take. He was very wrong.

JoAnne's mouth slid down his pole once more as Ed pushed down on her head. She gagged as her head was forced down beyond the point she had been stopping, forcing his cock part way into her throat. She struggled briefly as he held her head in place. Finally, he released the pressure and let her head rise so that his cock moved out of her throat.

After a moment, Ed pushed her head down again. Once more, she gagged as his cock entered her throat, but this time, she did not fight. Ed let her rise again. This time JoAnne barely gagged as the man meat pushed into her throat. Once lodged in her throat, she forced the rest of his shaft inward until her lips were pressed into his pubic hairs. Holding her still, Ed savored the feel. Suddenly, JoAnne's body shook in orgasm.

When her orgasm had ebbed, Ed began fucking her mouth like it were her cunt. Saliva was running down his shaft coating his balls. Her lips moved rapidly up and down his cock now. Each time, she took his entire cock into her throat.

With a hot cock suck like she was giving him, it didn't take long before the cum fired up his shaft and emptied into her throat. A minute later his load was in her belly, and she was licking her lips.

Ed pulled her up and kissed her cum-coated mouth. She was shocked but very pleased. Her mouth opened to allow his tongue to enter.

"That was fantastic. Now, its your turn. Get naked, Honey. On the couch on your back."

Very quickly, JoAnne stripped, discarding her clothes onto the floor and assumed the position on the couch that Ed had ordered. She lay back, raised her legs, and spread them wide. Except for a small, sexy triangle of dark pubic hair right above her clit, she was shaved. Spreading her labia open, she exposed the hot, wet interior of her cunt for Ed's viewing pleasure. "Do you think you've made a good deal, Lover?"

Oh Dr. Vaughan! You're gonna love fucking my hot cunt!.

"I'll let you know soon." Ed locked the door to his office and stripped. When they were both naked, he moved his head between the blonde's wide open thighs and stabbed his tongue into her wet vulva. She gasped as it sank into her and lashed up her sex trench over her engorged clitoris. It took less than five minutes of his tongue working up and down the throbbing shaft her of her clit from there up over the sensitive head to make the moaning young woman shriek in an intense climax.

Her cunt and clit were still throbbing when Ed mounted her. JoAnne lifted her hips and spread to allow Ed to lodge himself solidly into her sex saddle. A hiss of intense pleasure burst from her lips as the substantial cock was pushed into her pussy. She pushed her lower body back to accept his entry. Her hiss of pleasure turned to impassioned female moans as the 8-inch fuck stick hammered in and out of her upturned cunt. She exploded in orgasm for the third time.

Before she recovered, Ed had turned her onto her hands and knees and was plunging his rigid sex gun into her doggy. The position allowed for the deepest possible entry, and the big prick punished her again and again until she was begging him to finish her, to fill her needy hole with his load. He continued to fuck her until he felt her vagina contracting about his embedded cock. A moment later he emptied his second load inside her as she throbbed in a fourth orgasm.

JoAnne's cunt throbbed as Ed pumped his load into her.

It took them nearly a half hour to recover and get dressed. Before JoAnne left, she bent over and kissed him. I hope you don't regret the deal, Ed. I loved the way you fucked me! I can't wait to have that big beautiful cock in me again. When will you be giving it to me?

"I'll call you, JoAnne. Don't worry. I intend to make the most of this deal while it lasts."

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Thursday Evening - Vaughan Residence:

The e-mail message read:

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Dear Ed,

Hope you enjoyed the Slut's cunt in your office this afternoon. How often to you think you'll be fucking her?

By the way, your wife will have her first meeting with Marcel Deveaux next Tuesday, but not in her office. I'll be sure to give you play-by-play account of the meeting complete with photos. Think he'll fuck her? I have my opinion. What's yours?

By the way, if your wondering who Kent fucked to lose his virginity, it was Marnie. My guess is that they'll be fucking again soon.

See ya. Orion

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Ed had already been pretty certain that Marnie had taken Kent's virginity, but he couldn't understand how Orion could have known that he had fucked JoAnne in his office that afternoon. And he also had an opinion about whether or not his wife would spread her legs for a $50 million dollar contract.

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The lighted dial of the clock on Marnie's bedside table said 1:14 AM. She wasn't asleep. It was very difficult for a young woman to get to sleep when a hard cock kept entering her vagina while male fingers worked on her clitoris. It was so erotic she would cum once... then again before the cock ejaculated inside her. Afterwards, sleep came quickly, but within an hour, the cock would harden and once more enter her now wet, open, and easily penetrated cunt.

The clock's dial read 2:45 AM before the cock emptied its third cum load inside her pussy and she had her fifth orgasm. Exhausted, Kent slid out of her bed and retreated to his own bedroom. Marnie was asleep by 2:48 AM.

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Brentwood Tower:

On his way to the University on Monday, Ed detoured to the Brentwood Tower. Most of the apartments in the high-rise Tower were very up-scale and expensive. However, Ed was only interested in one particular apartment, Number 2416.

Taking the express elevator to the 24th floor, he was amazed that he could hardly detect the motion of the elevator it was so smooth and yet so incredibly fast. Stepping into the hallway, he checked the arrows on the wall to determine the direction to Apt. 2416. Actually, Orion had made his first mistake. It wasn't Apartment 2416 that was advertised on the wall; it was Suite 2416. Now that was going to be expensive, Ed thought.

He found his destination in less than a minute. With some nervousness, he inserted the duplicate key he had made over the weekend into the lock. He need not have been nervous. The key turned smoothly and nearly effortlessly, and the door opened on beautifully machined hinges.

The inside of the suite was lavish and ornate. There was a living room, a game room, a kitchen and small dining area, a large bathroom with whirlpool bath, a master bedroom and two additional bedrooms. On the wall of the suite was the logo of Star Agency.

Reasoning that the master bedroom would be reserved for the CEO, Ed decided to check the guest bedrooms first. Picking one randomly, he entered to find a large king-sized bed dominating the room's center with elegant chairs, tables, and a large couch also present. There was a large walk-in closet. Inside, he found almost a dozen drawers for clothing in addition to the garments residing on hangers.

In less than a minute, he found the dress Diane was wearing in the photos Orion had sent. Opening the drawers, he found a wide assortment of exotic lingerie that included demi bras, crotchless pantyhose, thongs, bikini panties, crotchless panties, short shorts, body suits, teddies, and thigh-high, self-supporting stockings. A large shoe rack was filled with what could only be called "fuck-me" heels, all of which had at least 4-inch heels.

Obviously, whenever any of the women at Star Agency needed something more erotic than they could wear in front of their husbands, they simply went to Suite 2416, changed clothes, and then returned later to change back into their original outfit. The large bathroom would also be handy if they needed to bathe before returning home. He was certain he now knew the location of his wife's meeting with Deveaux tomorrow.

Ed left every thing the way he had found it and returned to his car.

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Tuesday Afternoon - Brentwood Tower:

Having no idea what time Diane and Marcel would arrive at the Brentwood apartment, Ed let himself inside 30 minutes after Diane had left for her office. He had no classes on Tuesday, so he had the entire day free. To pass the time, he had brought his laptop so he could work on his paper while he waited for his wife and her lover-to-be to arrive.

As soon as he had arrived, he checked the other guest bedroom and found the closet and all the drawers empty. Clearly, no one used this room except perhaps for storage or during a large party. He placed a chair in the closet so he wouldn't have to sit on the floor when he hid inside. Then, he put his laptop on a table and got to work.

He worked steadily until well after noon. At 12:15 PM, he made himself a light snack from the food in the full refrigerator. It was almost 1 PM when he heard a key turning in the door. Ed quickly shut down his computer and hid in the closet.

He heard no voices, but did see Diane when she passed in front of the door to his bedroom. Obviously, she was alone. Either she intended to change clothes and then return to her office to meet Marcel, or she had instructed him to meet her here. Or perhaps Orion was wrong for the first time. There was nothing to do but wait and see.

For the next thirty minutes, Ed heard his wife moving about in her bedroom, undoubtedly getting herself ready to meet Marcel Deveaux, and attempt to persuade him to sign a multi-year contract with Star Agency at $40 to $50 million per year. It was going to have to be some sales pitch, he thought.

It was nearly 2 PM before Ed saw Diane stroll out of her bedroom into the living room. Again, she was wearing a black outfit Ed had never seen before, and it was even more erotic that the one she had worn when she met Morrison for lunch at the Garden Cafe two weeks back. There was practically nothing to the outfit. The top exposed a third of her tits. The skirt just barely covered her ass. Her legs were bare except for the wicked 4-heels she wore. He wondered if there was anything under the dress.

He was still spying on his wife from behind the bedroom door when he heard her voice.

"How do you like my outfit, Ed? Think it will get Deveaux's attention?"

Ed was paralyzed. It sounded like she was speaking directly to him, but there was no way she could possibly know he was here. He wasn't even supposed to know about the existence of this suite.

"Come on, Ed. I know you're there. You need to come on out so we can talk. We're the only ones here, at least for a couple of hours."

Stunned, Ed walked into the living room. Diane was on her feet immediately. She moved smoothly into his arms, kissing him passionately while grinding her mound against his still flaccid prick.

"I'm disappointed," she pouted. "You're not hard yet. Well, you will be soon. Come on in. Sit beside me on the couch. I'm sure you have a million questions."

"How in hell did you know I was here? I'm not even supposed to know about this place?"

"I was almost certain you would be here because I told you about this suite and about my scheduled meeting with Deveaux here this afternoon. There was no way you were going to be able to resist seeing if it were really true."

"What do you mean you told me? You never said a word about this apartment or meeting Deveaux here? For that matter, there's a hell of lot of other things you've never told me!" It was all Ed could manage to keep from screaming.

"I didn't tell you directly, Darling, but I did tell you. Not only about this place and about meeting Deveaux here, but also about how I got Morrison to renew his account. And how I got the position of vice-president. I even told you that Kent was no longer a virgin and who he's fucking."

If Ed was stunned before, he was totally speechless now. "You mean... you're... it can't be!"

"It is, Darling, it is. I'm Orion. I've been sending you messages for weeks."

"But why?? Why didn't you just sit down and talk to me. Why this weird way of telling me things?"

"All right, Honey. I'll explain, but you need to let me finish before you interrupt. It's really important and I don't want to lose the one love of my life, you. Ok?"

Ed was still in daze, but he managed to nod his agreement.

"About seven months ago, Mark Jackson resigned as vice-president of Star Agency, so there was a senior management position open. I knew I didn't have enough seniority to compete for the job, so I didn't even apply. However, Darren Royall didn't get to be CEO by being a bad judge of the potential ability of people. In fact, his strongest asset is his ability to pick employees who become big-time winners. He selected me, conditionally, at least."

"He came by my office one morning and asked me to meet him at this address at 2 PM. At the time, I didn't know of the existence of this agency suite. Only a few senior executives and big clients know."

"I met him here at 2 PM. Royall spent 10 minutes explaining how he could tell who potential winners were. He then said I was one of them. I can't even begin to tell you how good that made me feel. By 2:30 PM, he had offered me the vice-president's position with two conditions."

Ed started to open his mouth, but stopped short and said nothing. Diane smiled at him. "Thank you, Darling. As soon as I finish, I'll answer every question you have."

"I've already told you both of Royall's conditions, but I want you to hear them again. First, he wanted to have regular sex with me. Not just once or twice, but regularly, as long as we were both with Star Agency. Second, he wanted 40% of the commissions I would earn by landing contracts for Star. He pointed out that since he would be directing accounts to me, a 60% share would actually bring in more money than 100% of many fewer accounts. As Orion has already informed you, I agreed to both conditions."

"The new position and associated salary were wonderful. At first, the commissions were icing on the cake, so to speak, but if I land the Deveaux account, our combined incomes will be around $600,000 per year and that will increase as I bring in more accounts, and as you obtain raises. As an added bonus, I found that I really liked having sex with Royall. He's not in your class as a lover, but sexual variety is really nice."

Here, Diane paused and grinned before adding, "I'm sure you would agree, Darling, considering how much fun you're having fucking JoAnne's hot cunt."

Ed's mouth opened in shock, but again he refrained from interrupting his wife.

"Anyway, having found out how much fun fucking can be, it was an easy decision to use sex as an added weapon to help me land accounts. That's the way I got Morrison to renew two weeks ago, as Orion informed you. Now, again as Orion has told you, I'm using sex to secure the Deveaux account, plus a lot of creativity in advertising, which is going to really impress Deveaux."

"Now you asked why didn't I just tell you all this instead of having Orion send you e-mail messages, audio files, and photos. The reason is simple. I was afraid to tell you for fear of losing you. Many men would storm out of the house and file for divorce if they discovered their wife was less than totally faithful."

"By having an anonymous Orion send you messages, I could tell you what I had done with minimum risk. If you exploded in anger and confronted me, I would have just denied every thing and asked why in hell you believed some jerk who was sending you hate messages. You would have apologized and I would have learned that I would have to keep every thing secret if I wanted to keep you as my husband, and I would done every thing possible to achieve that."

"However, your reaction was one of curiosity. Then, when your response to Orion sending you photos of me meeting Morrison was to throw me on the bed and give me the hardest, hottest, most sensuous fucking I've ever had, I knew that the idea of having a slutty wife appealed to you. In addition, I knew that you could taste Morrison's cum inside my cunt but still you didn't say anything. Ed, you are an absolute prince of a man!"

"Having learned all this, I decided to have Orion tell you about this apartment and the fact that I had set up a meeting with Deveaux here this afternoon at which I will most probably be fucked. I was almost certain you would be here, and you were!"

"I'm almost finished, Darling. You have several choices. You can divorce me. I pray you won't do that, but I couldn't stop you. You can forgive me and demand that I stop doing what I've been doing. I will if you ask me to. Or you can continue enjoying hot pussies like JoAnne's while I continue enjoying Royall's and my client's hard cocks. In between, you and I can have sensuous, hot sex like we had the other night. We can be a team that works together to build our financial security and have a wonderful time doing it. But you have to decide within the next hour."

"Ok. I'm finished. Your turn, Darling."

Ed hardly knew where to start. Before he could speak, Diane felt his crotch, smiled, and said, "I told you I was going to get you hard. It feels like a huge, steel spike. I love it!"

"How did you know about JoAnne?" he finally asked.

"I have your office bugged. I was hoping that you would fuck some woman so I wouldn't be the only one cheating. I'll tell you where the bug is so you can remove it if you like. Actually, I hope you don't remove it. I like hearing you fuck that hot slut."

"How did you know about Marnie and Kent? Are their rooms bugged too?"

"No, but I have good ears."

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"That they enjoy each other? Hmmm, not really," she mused.

"Why not?"

"Who do you think took my virginity?"

"Your brother? Which one? Jim?"

"No, actually it was Dave, but I had fun with Jim too."

"I see."

"And you don't seem particularly bothered about our kids either, Ed."

"No, in fact it gives me a major hard-on."

"I thought so," she laughed. "Darling, we are indeed a randy pair!"

"What did you mean by saying, 'we can work as a team'?

"First, neither of us would have to sneak around any longer. That will make every thing easier and much, much more erotic for both of us. Can you imagine how hot our sex will become?"

"In addition, there are countless times when we'll be able to help each other. For example, if there's a woman at the University you would like to seduce but are having trouble, the two of us might succeed where you alone cannot."

"More specifically, unless I call Deveaux within the next 30 minutes, he will leave his office and come here for the meeting. Deveaux is a billionaire who could hire dozens of call girls if he wished, but his passion is to fuck married women. He particularly loves to fuck married women whose husbands know. If they're watching when he's screwing them, he loves it. So, you're here. Deveaux will arrive soon. I want him to sign with Star Agency. He's going to want to fuck me, and you're here to make it even more appealing for him. That's as honest as I can be."

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The Deveaux Cosmetics Deal:

An hour later, Marcel Deveaux was seating in the living room with Diane sitting opposite him. Ed was hiding in the bedroom waiting.

"You look hot and sexy in that outfit, Mrs. Vaughn."

"Please call me Diane," she said.

"All right. You look delicious, Diane, but do you really think that I will sign a $50 million per year contract with Star Agency just to have the opportunity to fuck you?"

Diane kept her legs wide open for Deveaux's viewing pleasure.

"Of course not. You didn't get where you are by making stupid deals like that. But you will sign and sign eagerly with Star Agency because you will very soon realize that the ad campaign I have designed for Deveaux Cosmetics will make a fortune for your company. Secondly, you're going to love the part you will play in the campaign, if you choose to do so. Third, I assume that you will be fucking me this afternoon whether you sign with Star or not, so that's not even an issue. Fourth, fucking me once is one thing, having me available more frequently is another. Fifth, as an added perk, I'll even have my husband come over and watch as you screw me if you like. So, shall I describe the campaign?"

Now more than just a little interested, Deveaux nodded. "Please do. If you don't mind, I'm going to take off my coat and get comfortable. When I fuck you, I certainly don't want to be wearing all these clothes."

Over the next hour, Diane described the details of the campaign. At the end, she said, "So, let me summarize briefly. Deveaux Cosmetics is seeking to market a line that is primarily aimed at women 35 and older. The problem you have with your current agency is that their ads use women in their 20s. I've even seen some with 18 and 19-year old women. They're all beautiful, of course, but women 35 and over can't identify with them. They don't believe they could ever look like they look, and they're correct. They can't. So, the ads are not compelling."

"Star will be using mature, gorgeous women 35 or older. No professional models, just ordinary women. In the first scene, we will show the woman using various Deveaux cosmetics on her bare legs, back, face, breasts, showing as much bare skin as possible. In the second scene, she will be fully dressed, but dressed seductively, and in the arms of a young, very handsome, well-built man who is pressing his face to hers and inhaling the delightful aroma of her body after it has been treated to Deveaux Cosmetics. The women will relate... and they will buy. Our punch line will be, 'The sensuous, older woman and Deveaux, a perfectly matched pair'. Your sales will skyrocket."

"We will perform the initial screening of the applicants to insure that they are attractive, sexy, and very interested. They will be paid well and receive additional payments every time one of their ads is run on TV. So, they will work hard at being attractive and seductive. We will present you will a group of possible models for the ads, and you will make the final selections using whatever criteria you deem appropriate. I don't think I need to point out that all of these women want to be on TV; they all want to make a lot of money; they will all be married, and they will all like sex. The rest will be up to you."

"I have already taken the liberty of preparing the first slate of possible models for your inspection. These are only photos of them to give you the idea. Your selections will, I presume, be made on the basis of personal interviews conducted in an appropriate setting. Take a look at the models who have already applied for a job in the campaign."

Diane spread some photos out on the table in front of Deveaux. "This black-haired, hot lady is Reba. She's 35, and she told me during the interview that she would do anything to get the job."

Reba would willing spread wide for the job.

"This luscious blonde is 39. Isn't she stunning! She didn't flick an eyelash when I told her we needed nude, sexy photos since that was the entire idea of the campaign, mature, hot, sensuous women all use Deveaux Cosmetics."

Deveaux's cock throbbed in his pants when he looked at the blonde.

"This is Laurie. She's 36 and, as you can plainly see, a total exhibitionist. She told me her husband loves to watch her show it off."

Laurie's shows off her body to other men while her husbands watches.

"This is Barbara, 37 and married. She and her husband have gotten themselves into some terrible debt problems. She begged me to hire her. I told her that it would be up to you, and that she would have stiff competition. Therefore, she needed to impress you. Her husband will, of course, be with her if you wish."

Barbara will do anything, even whore if necessary.

"There are over two dozen so far. I'm sure we won't be able to get more than a few thousand women. Here's one more to give you an idea of how difficult your job will be in selecting the models. This is Brenda, 40 and very sexy and hot. Can you imagine how effective she will be in selling Deveaux Cosmetics?"

"While you consider the deal, Marcel, I'm going to get comfortable."

While Deveaux scanned all the photos, Diane stripped off her dress, pulled the pink bra downward to expose both of her large tits, and began working the panties down her thighs.

Deveaux looked up and watched her strip. "Will you model? You're as hot or hotter than these women."

"If you want me to model in the ads, I will." Pushing her panties to the floor, Diane moved to the couch, got on her back, and raised her legs, her open cunt facing him. Deveaux nodded and turned his attention back to the photos on the table.

Diane waited, legs up, cunt open.

For ten minutes, he ignored her while Diane kept her legs wide open and up, cupping her tits, so he would know she was available whenever he chose to fuck her. Finally, Deveaux stood up, stripped naked and sat down on the couch next to her. "Suck my cock!" he commanded.

Deveaux moaned as the hot, wet tongue circled the fat flared head of his cock. Diane's hand wrapped around the thick shaft as her mouth surrounded the big mushroom cock head, her tongue exploring all around his cock ridge. Deveaux groaned with masculine pleasure from the intense feeling her tongue produced.

The seven inches of cock meat was not a problem, but its thickness was. She took five inches of him into her mouth the first time her lips descended down his throbbing shaft. Diane could feel the intense pressure the thick shaft exerted on her jaw as she had to stretch wide open to take him. He grunted in hot passion when he saw how much his cock was stretching her mouth.

Deveaux's thick cock stretched her mouth to the breaking point.

On the next trip, Deveaux shoved an addition inch inside her mouth causing his big head to enter her throat. She gagged momentarily before adjusting to his cock. A moment later, all seven inches of man meat was hidden inside her mouth hole. He was so thick, she could barely breathe.

Deveaux began fucking Diane's mouth holding her head as he rammed himself in and out of her. She gagged but continued to suck him and jack his cock shaft as he hammered deep into her throat.

"I'm going to fuck your married pussy now, Baby." He pulled his rod out of her mouth and ordered, "On your back, Honey. Legs up... spread wide... you know the position, Slut. Open your cunt to me!"

Quickly, Diane moved onto her back again while sliding her body down the couch so she could lie back. Reaching down, she pulled her labia wide open to expose the pink interior of her eager cunt. "Stick that big, fat thing into me, Stud. Fuck my hot married pussy! Stretch me with your big cock!" A few seconds later, Deveaux was between Diane's thighs in her sex saddle driving his large caliber cock into her waiting cunt hole. Ed's wife groaned in absolute pleasure as it filled her sex channel.

Inside the bedroom, Ed was jacking off furiously as he watched his wife being soundly and thoroughly screwed. He couldn't see Deveaux's cock skewering his wife's pussy, but he could easily hear the squishing sounds being made as the foreign cock spike pumped in and out of his wife's juicy vagina.

Oh Baby, Give it to me!!.

Diane screamed in orgasm as her clit danced wildly and her cunt contracted about the hard, thick phallus fucking relentlessly in and out of her twat.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.... I'M CUMMMINNNGGGGGGG!!!"

"ME TOO, BITCH!" Deveaux roared as his cock spewed a huge cum load into the waiting female hole.

After resting, Deveaux ordered, "Call your husband. I want him to come over and watch me fuck you."

"I don't need to call him, Lover. He's been hiding in the bedroom watching you fucking me. Come on. Let's go in there so he can get a better view of that monster cock of yours stretching his wife's cunt wide open."

Deveaux followed Diane into the bedroom where she promptly spread herself out on the bed, naked except for her heels. She open her thighs wide and groaned. "That's Ed. He's my husband, Marcel. Ed, this is Marcel. He's going to fuck me again. Would you please put his cock into my cunt so he can screw me."

"Hubby, put Marcel's big, thick cock in your wife's cunt so he can fuck her."

Deveaux again mounted her, his cock newly hardened and ready. He pushed against her ass and then felt Ed's hands around his prick guiding it into the open, cum-filled hole of his wife's vagina. Deveaux's cock throbbed at the thought. As soon as he began to thrust, he heard Ed moaning.

"Ooohhhhh god... he's fucking you so hard, Diane. And his cock is so thick... my god... you won't even be able to feel my penis inside you after he finishes. He's gonna make you cum, isn't he? I wish I could make you cum. Oooohhhh FUCK!"

Deveaux's prick exploded like a cannon inside Diane's cunt. His load poured out over her womb and filled the space at the bottom of her channel.

Dismounting his new whore, Deveaux growled salaciously to the lustfilled husband, "Clean her up. Both holes!"

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Star Agency: The Next Day:

Marcel Deveaux had just finished signing the $45 million contract with Star Agency. Royall was in seventh heaven. He couldn't seem to thank Deveaux enough.

"I assure you that you'll be more than pleased with our work and service, Mr. Deveaux. If you need anything... anything at all. Please don't hesitate to call. We're always at your service."

"That's very considerate, Mr. Royall. I think I will take you up on your kind offer right now. I couldn't help but notice that you have a small bedroom attached to your private office. I would like to use it for an hour or so. I think I'll fuck your sexy, hot vice-president again before heading back to my office."

Taken aback by the nature of the request, Royall quickly recovered and said, "Of course. I'll just leave you in private... I'm sure Diane will take care of your... eh... your needs."

"You can stay if you like, Darren. You might enjoy watching her squirm and groan when I stretch her with my big cock. You can have seconds. I'm sure you've already fucked her many times but probably haven't enjoyed sloppy seconds.

Five minutes later, except for her dark stockings, Diane was again naked in Royall's office, but the first time, it wasn't Royall's cock that was pounding in and out of her hot, wet, throbbing cunt.

Oh fuck my hot cunt with your big, thick cock, Marcel. Ram it to me!!"

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