A Wife Helps Out by RLM

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The Nerd:

	The deep, sonorous sounds of the chimes from the library tower
interrupted my concentration on circuit design.  I had heard them
many times and wondered why I always had this compulsion to count
the number of times the chimes sounded.  Since I knew the time,
it was as if I were trying to catch that inanimate machinery
making an error by missing the correct count.  Nevertheless...
logical or not... I seemed to always end up counting.  Tonight
was no different.  As the chimes sounded... I continued to count:

	...  BONGGGGGGggg ... Nine.   BONGGGGGGggg ... Ten. 
BONGGGGGGggg ... Eleven.   BONGGGGGGggg ... Twelve.

	The chimes said it was midnight.  My wrist watch said it was
midnight.  The clock on my wall said it was midnight.  My tired
brain said it was midnight.  I concluded that it must be midnight
and that I should knock off studying circuit design and get some
sleep so I would be ready for the midterm exam the following
morning.

	Even though I had three roommates in the large four-bedroom
apartment we rented from the university, I was studying alone, as
usual.  Two of my roommates were majoring in education, the third
was a business major.  In contrast, I was majoring in electrical
and computer engineering, which by any unbiased evaluation was
five times more difficult than business and 50 to 100 times more
difficult than obtaining a degree in education.  The result was
that while my roommates partied and banged coeds four or five
nights a week, I was studying unrelentingly until midnight, seven
days a week.  If I had been able to somehow magically manage an
eighth day during the week, I would have studied then as well.

	But I had to give the three guys with whom I shared the
apartment and the expenses credit.  They were all stand-up,
considerate guys.  Everytime they went out to party, they always
asked me knock off the studying for one evening and join them. 
Tonight had been the same.

	"Come on, Blake.  Stuff the books.  It's gonna be a great party
with drop-dead gorgeous, hot chicks everywhere... all of them as
anxious to get laid as we are," John had urged as he got ready to
leave.

	My answer was the same one I always gave.  "Can't.  Wish I
could, but I've got the midterm in circuit design tomorrow
morning."

	"So?  You study every night until midnight.  What's gonna happen
that's so bad if you miss one night?  Worse case:  You make a 92
on the exam instead of your usual 99 or 100.  Big fucking deal! 
Which would you rather have, a 99 on the exam and only your hand
to keep you company tonight or a 92 and a delicious, eager, wet
cunt around your dick?  Come on, Man!  Join us."

	"Thanks, John, but I don't know a single girl.  It would just be
a pointless exercise.  And I really do need to study for this
exam... circuit design is a bear of a course."

	"Blake, how many times I gotta tell you, Man!  You don't have to
know a chick to fuck her.  Just introduce yourself, tell her how
sexy she looks, and ask her if she'd like to hang out tonight. 
That's it... nothing more.  If she says 'no', just thank her
sincerely, say something like 'It's my loss... story of my life',
and then move on.  Pick another girl and ask her.  At least one
out of three or four will accept, and after a few drinks and a
little weed, you'll be fucking her within a couple of hours.  If
you both have a great time, you've got yourself a steady
girlfriend, if you want her.  How about it?  Wanna come?"

	"No, but thanks.  It's just too stressful for me.  And I do need
to study."  After that, my roommates had given up and left.

	Now it was midnight, and I was tired from steady study and
concentration for over six hours... my usual.  I had no doubt
that all three of my roommates now had their cocks buried in a
pussy while I was too tired to jack off.  Climbing into bed, I
doused the lights and pulled the covers up.  My last conscious
thought before sleep took me was about transistor design theory.

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	No one was surprised when I made a 98 on the midterm exam. 
Looking over my grades halfway through he course, I figured I
could almost cut all the classes in the second half and still
make at least a "B".  Of course, I had no intention of doing
that, but I did decide that the next time John or one of my other
roommates invited me to go with them to a party, I was going to
go.

	With my roommates being party animals, I didn't have to wait
long.  In fact, it was just two days before John told me there
was another party on Friday night before the game on Saturday. 
"I don't suppose you want to go, do you? he had asked.

	"As a matter of fact, I'd really like to go."

	"You're kidding, right?"

	"Nope.  I've decided to take your advice.  I'm spending too much
of my time studying things I already know just to raise my grade
from 92 to 99.  You pointed out how silly that is, and I have to
agree with you.  Do I need a date for the party?"

	"No.  You can bring a date, but you can go without one.  A lot
of guys will and so will some of the girls.  Glad to have you. 
Party's at 7:30.  Wear something casual, Mr. Engineer."

	"You go it, and thanks for the advice and for the invitation,
John.  You're a real friend."

	"My pleasure, Buddy.  And one more piece of advice.  Just relax.
 Be cool.  As smart and as handsome as you are, you shouldn't
have any problems hooking up."

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	Even though I was junior, it was my first college party.  In
spite of the fact that I knew John's advice to be cool was on
target, it was hard for me not to be nervous.  I had done very
little other than study for my first two years at the university,
and trying to abruptly change that pattern was not going to be
easy.

	John had been correct about one thing... there were a lot of
girls who had come to the pre-game party without escorts.  With a
3-to-2 ratio of men to women in the student body, they really had
very little need to have a date.  Better to come alone and then
take their pick.

	I had been at the party less than 15 minutes before seeing
probably the most beautiful brunette I had ever seen.  She was on
the small size... at least height and weight wise... about 5' 3"
and 115 to 120 lbs.  But with long, flowing black hair and a
flawless, gorgeous face above a to-die-for rack, a tiny waist and
full, flaring hips, and awesomely sexy legs, she gave me an
erection just to look at her. If that wasn't enough, she was
wearing a sheathe that looked like it was sprayed onto her body.
A great deal of her big tits were on display, and the dress just
barely covered her ass.  I couldn't take my eyes off of her, and
when she favored me with a smile, I got even harder.

	Unfortunately, a single smile was all that I got.  At least
three men were vying for her attention.  I wondered what her name
was and if I would ever see her again.  God!  She was so
gorgeous.

	In spite of not getting to meet the gorgeous brunette, I had
hand it to John.  He was certainly correct about the women.  They
were all shopping, and with the 3 to 2 ratio, they had all the
advantages.  I really didn't feel like joining the competition so
I followed John's advice and just stayed cool.  At 9:30, a
good-looking blonde approached me.   Her big rack and a full,
sexy body below a very attractive face had my full attention. 
When the voluptuous woman spoke to me, I was more than just a
little surprised.

	"Hi.  I'm Marsha.  You seen to be alone or is your date in the
ladies room?"

	"No date, and I'm alone, but hopefully not any longer.  I'm
Blake, Blake Pallent.  Junior, electrical engineering major, and
I'm very pleased to meet you Marsha.  Can I get you a drink? 
Something to eat perhaps?  Or would you like to dance or just
chat?"

	"Let's dance a little while we chat.  Then we can decide what we
should do with the rest of the evening."

	"Sounds like a plan to me.  Shall we?"

	The first two dances were fast, and Marsha gave a clinic on how
to move her body to get any man on the planet hard as stone.  Her
tits never stopped bouncing and most of the time her ass was
either grinding or humping in obvious fuck motions.  I didn't
have a big rack to shake like she did, but I did have a huge
bulge in my pants to hump and grind at her which she didn't have.
 I couldn't take my eyes off her bouncing tits and gyrating ass,
and she couldn't stop staring at my erection that had my pants
almost obscenely tented.

	The third number was a slow one, and Marsha moved smoothly into
my arms as I embraced her.  I had intended to keep a respectable
distance between our bodies, but she was having none of that.  We
hadn't even taken the first dance step before she had her body
glued to mine.  The erotic feeling her big tits moving against my
chest got me even harder.  When my cock throbbed in  a spastic
contraction, Marsha moaned softly in my ear.

	"OOohhh  that feels sooo big and hot.  Mmmmmm."

	As the dance progressed, my hands moved to her ass and pulled
her tightly against my shaft.  "Aaaahhh gawd, Baby.  How big is
that thing?" she hissed in my ear.

	"About average," I whispered back, but with you in my arms, it
gets really hard."

	"Right... about average.  You know, Blake, the word is that
you're the number one student in the university... highest grade
point average in one of the hardest majors and all that stuff,
but you don't know much about what's an average size cock and
what isn't."

	"Well, I've never thought much about that subject.  I'm much
more interested in gorgeous legs, sexy asses, big racks, and
beautiful women like you than I am in cock sizes."

	"Good... I like that.  You know, I'm really tired of dancing. 
Shall we split?"

	"Ok.  Where would you like to go?  Are you hungry?"

	"Yeah, but not for food.  What about your place... that is, if
you're interested.  Are you interested?"

	"Very!  But I share an apartment with three other guys.  We do
have separate bedrooms though.  Will that work or should we go
somewhere else?"

	"Your apartment works for me.  Your roommates can even listen if
they want."

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	It had been so long since I had been with a girl that I wasn't
sure how to proceed.  A deep kiss seemed to me to be a good
starting point, so as soon as the door to my bedroom closed
behind us, I pulled Marsha into my arms and kissed her.  She
opened her mouth immediately and had her tongue inside my mouth
before I could get mine into hers.  But she was fair about it. 
After thoroughly exploring every nook and fold of my mouth and
spending a couple of minutes fucking my mouth with her tongue,
she pulled it back to give me a chance.  My tongue entered her in
a flash.

	Our mouths ground feverishly together as my hands caressed her
ass and her hands did the same to mine.  When I began
tongue-fucking her mouth, Marsha moaned deeply and began to hunch
against my now totally rigid shaft.

	"MMmmmm...  MMmmmmm...  MMmmmm... OOhhhh... uuummmmm..  ooohhh..
 aaahhh!"

	As we French kissed, caressed the other's ass, and dry fucked,
my already rigid, hard cock seemed to grow even larger and become
so hard it hurt.

	"Ooohhhhh fuck," Marsha moaned into my mouth.  "You feel just
huge!  How big is it really?  AAaahhh... It's so damn hard it
feels like it's gonna tear holes in my clothes and ram into me!"

	"I told you," I whispered heatedly.  "It's average... maybe a
little more, but it is hard as iron because of you, Marsha."

	Marsha kissed me hard again and whispered,  "I love that!  
Aaaahhh god... don't stop grinding that thing into me... please."

	I held onto her gyrating ass as I humped against her even
harder.  "Your tits are gorgeous, Marsha.  Take them out."

	"Wouldn't you like to take them out for me, Honey?"

	"I would love to!  Come on.  Let's get you out that skin-tight
sweater."  I pulled the garment up over her big tits as Marsha
raised her arms above her head to help me.  First, I pulled it
over her head and then we both worked her arms out of the tight,
long sleeves.

	"Wanna unhook me, Blake?"

	"Can't wait.  I just have to see them now."  With over half of
her tits already bulging out of the top of the bra, it was easy
to just pull the bra down and let her tits surge out.  Both
nipples were already hard.

	I moaned as I hefted and cupped her big tits.  She moaned even
louder when I began sucking one hard nipple while twisting and
pulling on the other one.  When I switched my mouth to the second
nipple and used both hands to squeeze and fondled her big jugs,
Marsha hissed in hot pleasure.  Her hips snapped back and forth
in uncontrolled fuck motions with each thrust pressing her pussy
against my iron-hard erection.

	"Feed them to me," I ordered with masculine authority that
surprised me and made Marsha tremble even harder.

	"Oh yes!  Lie down, Honey.  Hurry!"  I practically threw myself
onto the bed on my back.  Marsha scrambled over me and moaned,
"Open your mouth, Baby, so I can feed you my big tits."  Marsha
leaned over me dangling those big mounds in my face before
lowering one of them into my mouth.  I suctioned in the nipple
bringing hissing moans of pleasure from her lips.  When she
pulled that tit from my mouth and lowered her other one, it got
the same treatment and brought the same passionate moans.

	I was half disappointed and half excited when she moved away and
slid down my body.   The feeling of her body sliding over my
engorged dick had me throbbing so hard, I wondered if I would
shoot off in pants or rip them open first.  Fortunately, I did
neither.  Marsha practically ripped off my shoes and socks and
then opened my pants with near frantic haste.  I lifted my hips
as she jerked my pants and briefs off in the same motion.  Freed,
my cock roared upward, hard as stone and leaking fluids from its
tip.  Marsha stared at my throbbing shaft like a deer caught in
the headlights... mesmerized.

	"OH MY GOD!  WHAT A COCK! " she gasped.  "What was that shit
about having an average sized dick?  Jesus!  That thing is huge!
How big is it?" she asked as she stroked its length and then
gingerly licked the throbbing head.

	"When it's as hard as you've got it... I don't know... maybe 9
inches."

	"I don't think so," she moaned unable to tear her eyes off my
dick.  "It's bigger than that... oh god... just looking at it
makes my pussy throb."

	"Your pussy will throb even harder if you suck it, Marsha."

	"Oh fuck," she groaned as her hand worked frantically between
her thighs.

	"SUCK IT!" I ordered.

	My command made her body shudder.  As she lowered her mouth over
the head, she shook violently and then her body went rigid.  I
pushed an inch of my dick into her mouth, and she shook harder.

  	"AAAAHHHAAA... CCUMMMMINGG... I'M CUMMING!"  she groaned.  Her
body continued to vibrate even as she again took me inside her
mouth.

	She tried hard to take my cock all the way inside her mouth and
throat but when six inches were buried, she gave up and just
began to ram her head up and down the shaft.  Looking down, I
could see her hand still moving rapidly over her pussy as she
sucked me.  Every time my dick plunged inside, she gurgled and
groaned making unintelligible sounds of mixed grunts and gasps. 
Her saliva rapidly coated my shaft and my balls.  She finally got
seven inches or so down her throat.  Her eyes bulged as she
stared into mine.

	Even though she couldn't deep throat my dick, she wasn't going
to have any problems making me shoot off.  I was throbbing
hard... really hard.  She felt my dick jerking inside her mouth
and knew I was about to cum.  Instead of pulling away, she sucked
another inch inside and sucked me faster and harder.  Although
she couldn't speak with her mouth full of my dick, she nodded her
head frantically letting me know she wanted me to cum.

	Marsha was close to taking my entire shaft when I exploded
inside her mouth.  I hadn't jacked off for several days, and my
huge load quickly filled her mouth.  I expected her to pull away
and finish me with her hand, but she took me even deeper as the
semen continued to gush into her mouth and throat in huge, thick
spurts... again and again... until she couldn't swallow fast
enough.  The cum load spurted from the corners of her tightly
plugged mouth and cascaded down my shaft.

	When my balls were finally empty, she pulled away from my
still-twitching rod and grinned, her mouth and chin covered with
cum.  "Oh Man!  Were your balls ever loaded!  How long has it
been since you shot off?"

	"Four days, I think."

	Marsha continued to moan softly as she carefully licked my shaft
cleaning off every drop of semen.  Then, she used her fingers to
scoop the cum from her creamed face into her mouth.  The sight of
her licking her fingers clean had me almost fully hard again.

	"Jesus!  What a cock you've got, Blake.  Where's your girlfriend
tonight?"

	"I don't have a girlfriend."

	Her eyebrows shot upward.  "You're kidding me, right?"  When I
shook my head negatively, the surprise showed clearly on her
face.  "How can a guy like you with a fantastic cock like this
not have a girlfriend?"

	"Girls generally don't care much for nerds, I guess."

	"With a gorgeous body, handsome face, and a huge cock like this,
I don't care if you're a nerd or not.  Do you want a girlfriend,
Blake?  If you do, I'm available."

	"I may be a lousy fuck.  I haven't much practice... practically
none, actually."

	"Well, you're already hard again... so I doubt that you'll be a
lousy fuck, but I'm gonna find out right now.  And what you don't
know, Honey, I'll teach you.  Do you like to lick a girl's
pussy?"

	"Don't know.  I've never done it.  Let's find out."
	
	Marsha moaned as I rolled her over onto her back and sucked both
of her now engorged and stiff nipples into my mouth.  She held my
head tightly against her breasts as my lips and tongue did their
work.

	"Oh yesss!  More... more... please... more!"

	"Like this?"  I bit her nipple lightly... not enough to hurt...
but enough to make the turgid knobs throb even harder.

	"Aaahhhhh... god... yessss!"

	I moved to her other nipple and did the same.  Again, she gasped
with the hot, shooting sensations.  Her ass began to hunch and
thrust upward as her legs opened wider.  Each time, I bit and
then sucked hard on one of her nipples, her ass arched upward,
rotating and humping the air.  When I backed off her breasts, she
moaned with the loss.

	Moving lower on the bed, I made her wait.  Marsha moaned in
frustration, her hips hunching toward me... almost begging.  I
decided to give her another command, as those seemed to really
turn her on.

	"Spread wider.  Show it to me."

	"Oh yes!  Look at my pussy.  Am I spread wide enough?" she
whispered hotly.

	"No, you're not spread wide enough.  And I don't want to see
your pussy, Marsha.  Show me your cunt!"

	"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Do you like it?  Do you like my cunt? 
Please... do it to me.  I need it so bad."

	"It's gorgeous... just luscious.  What do you need so badly,
Marsha?"

	"Your tongue first... then your big, hard cock... in me...
fucking meeeee!  Please!!"

	"Where do you want my tongue and my cock?"

	"Oh god... you hot, sexy bastard!  How can you possibly not have
a girlfriend.  ON MY CUNT... IN MY CUNT!!  PLEASE!"

	Pushing the moaning blonde flat on the bed, I spread her even
wider and pressed my face between her thighs.  Her ass arched up
off the bed to meet my tongue which speared into her sex trench,
moved between her lips over the opening, and then up to her
throbbing clit.  She wailed in hot pleasure when I circled the
swollen organ with my tongue.  Her ass hammered and thrust when
she felt my tongue working up and down first one side of her
shaft and then the other.

	As soon as I sucked the near-burst organ into my mouth and
flicked my tongue over the sensitive tip, Marsha howled and
screamed as her cunt and clit exploded in hard, spastic
contractions.  Her juices squirted soaking my bed sheets.  She
tried to pull away from the intense sensations, but she was no
match for the muscles two hours a day in the gym had built. 
Easily, I held her in place and continued to work over her clit.

	She thrashed and groaned.  Her vagina contracted hard and
whooshed air, which I knew embarrassed her but she had no way to
prevent it.  I sucked her clit and worked my tongue over the its
tip, and again air whooshed out of her hole.  A moment later, her
clitoris throbbed and pulsed spastically under my tongue.

	Marsha's hands were now gripping her big tits in a near-death
grip.  She squeezed each globe hard as her clitoris pulsed and
throbbed.  Her fingers closed on her nipples ... twisting and
pulling them.  One hard spastic contraction after another knotted
the muscles of her belly as her clit jerked and throbbed under my
tongue.

	Just when her orgasms were slowly ebbing, I pushed two fingers
into her cunt, curled them upward and quickly located her G-spot.
 Once again, her ass arched high off the bed... rotated
helplessly in the air.  Her mouth stretched open allowing her
tongue to shoot out and flick rapidly over her top lip.  I felt
her vaginal muscles twitching...then pulsing... then contracting
in another climatic spasm.

	"Please... PLEASE... STOP!  CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE...  PUT IT IN
ME.... YOUR COCK... IN MY CUNT... FUCK IT... FUCK ME!  DO IT TO
ME, BLAKE.  RAM ME HARD!"
she squealed and howled.

	I moved up over Marsha's body.  Her legs splayed wide.  She
arched her ass once more... this time to present her cunt for
fucking.  "You're drop-dead gorgeous, Marsha.  I'm sure you
already know that," I whispered with my cock hovering an inch or
two away from her opening.

	"MMMmmmm... I'm glad you think so, Honey.  Do I look good enough
to fuck?"

	"You know you do."

	"Oh yes I know, but you're the only guy who's ever stopped with
his hard cock an inch away from my cunt and took the time to tell
me that.  Which hole do you want to fuck?"

	"What do you mean?" I asked confused.

	"Oh my god!  That's priceless!  Fantastic body, muscles
everywhere, sexy, handsome, huge, thick 9.5 inch cock or maybe
bigger, giant IQ, but no girlfriend and charmingly naive." 
Marsha pulled my head down and kissed me passionately.  When her
lips moved away, she whispered, "I was asking if you wanted to
fuck my cunt or my ass, Honey."

	"I've never had anal sex before," I whispered back truthfully. 
"I think I'm too big for that.  It would really hurt you."

	"Too big?  I thought you said you were just average," she teased
while she rotated her pussy against the head of my cock.

	"I am.  I've got an average, big cock."

	"My god... the sexy stud is even modest.   It will hurt some,
but not much if you use a lot of lube and go really slow so I can
gradually get used to taking that average, monster dick of yours.
 And once I get used to it, the pain will go away entirely and
you won't believe how hard I’ll cum on your cock.  So, pick a
hole, Baby.  I'll take you anyway you want to give it to me...
anytime you want to give it to me!"

	"It's been a long time since I've been inside a girl's pussy. 
Anal sex can wait.  Ok?"

	"No.  Not Ok.  No way!  We can wait to do anal sex, but I want
that big tool in my cunt, not in my pussy!"

	"You're right.  My mistake.  Sorry."  Marsha pulled her legs up
and back to make her cunt hole a perfect target for my cock.  I
hoisted one of her legs onto my shoulder and nailed my dick into
her gushing, soaked, tight hole.

	"UUUNNGHHHH... AAAAHHHH FUCK YES!  RAM THAT THING INTO MEEEEEE!"
she wailed.

	"AAAAHHHH GOD!  SO WET...SO TIGHT... SO HOT... OOOHHHH FUCK
YES!" I groaned in response.

	Having already shot off once in Marsha's mouth, I had complete
control of myself even though her wet, tight cunt was throbbing
hard around my dick as I drove it in and out of her.  Her ass
pumped in time to my thrusts... rising to meet me as I rammed it
into her and then falling back to the bed when I withdrew.

	I fucked the hot blonde steadily for 15 minutes making her
climax at least twice.  Each time, her body arched upward, her
head bent back toward the bed, and her entire body seemed to
vibrate and quiver.  Whenever that happened, I just knew
instinctively to fuck Marsha even harder and deeper.  Each time,
her response was to spread her legs even wider and to lock them
as her toes curled back.  In addition, her howling screams would
have put a burly dockworker to shame.

	"OOOHHH... you gawd damn, fucking bastard!  Stick that cock up
my cunt... deeper you hot whore fucker... Ram my hole!  Don't
stop!  Don't you dare stop, you hot, sexy son-of-a-bitch...
GGGHHHAAAAAA... I'm fucking cumming!!!"

	After Marsha's second earth-shaking orgasm on my dick, she
gasped into my ear.  "You're still hard... oh fuck... never ...
ever... before.... god.   Come on, Lover, shoot it in me.  Can
you cum now?"

	"I can cum whenever you like, Marsha.  You ready now?  My
roommate gave me some condoms.  Should I put one on first?"

	"NO!  HELL NO!  SHOOT IT!	  CUM INSIDE MY CUNT!  NOW!"

	I began fucking her like a runaway express engine... ramming
stroke after stroke deep and hard into the bottom of her hole. 
Again, her legs shot straight out, rigid and quivering as her
toes curled back.

	"AAAhhhh god... I'm cumming... Finish meeeeeeeeee!"

	"Meeee too... shooting in you...  NOW!  UGH!  UGH!  UGH!"

	"Oh, Baby!  I can feel you throbbing so fucking hard inside
me... fucking me... filling me...  cumming in me.  Give it to me,
Blake.  SHOOT IT INNNNNNNNNNN!!"

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	We were both still breathing hard, lying on our backs,
side-by-side ten minutes later.  "That was the most intense sex
I've ever had... ever," I gasped between deep breaths.  "I really
don't why you picked me, Marsha, but I'm glad you did."

	"I did it on a hunch, Honey.  You looked so sexy and handsome
even if you are a nerd.  Then, when I felt how big your cock was
when we danced and found out what a nice guy you are, I was
hooked.  And am I ever glad.  How big is your dick when it's not
hard?  Let's see."

	Marsha raised up on her elbow and looked at my semi-hard tool. 
"Jezzz... it's still hard!"

	"It's hard not to be when a gorgeous, naked woman is lying next
to me with her pussy drenched with my load and her nipples still
hard."

	"How many times am I going to have to fuck you before I get to
see your cock when it's soft?"

	"I'm not sure.  This is a brand new experience for me.  I had
sex with two girls in high school and one girl here at the
university during rush week, but that's it.  And none of them
were even close to as beautiful and sensuous as you, and they
were all ready to quit after the first time."

	"MMMmmmm... those girls were three dumb... and I talking really
dumb... females.  Can I ride you the next time you fuck me?"

	"Sounds hot... really hot.  Never had a woman ride me before. 
If you ride me reverse cowgirl, I can use my fingers on your clit
while we fuck."

	Suddenly some shouts from my roommates outside the locked door
of my bedroom interrupted us.  "Hey!  Don't hear anymore from
Blake's room.  I think the nerd shot off and is finished.  HEY,
HONEY!  IF YOU WANT MORE, WE CAN TAKE CARE OF YOU!"  Marvin
shouted.

	"Are those schmucks your roommates?" Marsha asked.

	"Yeah, but they really aren't schmucks.  In fact, they're all
great guys.  If it hadn't have been for them encouraging me and
helping me with my nervousness, I would never have had the
courage to go to the party tonight alone.  They tease me lot
because I'm a nerd who studys all the time, but it's OK... It's
sort of my trademark, and you can't really blame them for wanting
to have sex with you... you're so beautiful and sexy every man on
the planet would love that."

	"Ok.  Point made.  I'm sorry about calling them schmucks.  I'm
really thirsty.  Do you have any sodas in the fridge?"

	"Sure.  There's coke, diet coke, diet Pepsi, Dr. pepper, beer,
and I think some 7-Up."

	"I'm going to grab one before we get it on again.  Want
something?"

	"Yeah.  A diet coke would be great."

	"You got it, Honey.  Back in a second."  Marsha slipped into her
heels and started toward the door.

	"Aren't you going to put your skirt and top on?"

	"Nope... just my heels and me."  When Marsha left my bedroom,
she left the door wide open.  As soon as she walked into the
living area of the apartment stark naked, all conversation
stopped.

	"Hi, Guys.  Looks like you're got some female company.  Hope I
wasn't too loud for you all to carry on a conversation."

	I watched as Marsha walked to the fridge, opened it, and bent
over at the waist exposing her ass and cunt for my three
roommates and the two girls with them.  "Anyone want something?"
she asked over her shoulder while staying in her bent over
posture.

	I was absolutely certain that all three guys and maybe both
girls saw a lot that they wanted.  Marsha got a diet coke and a
beer out of the fridge and headed back to my bedroom.  As she
passed, she stopped, looked at my roommates and said, "I really
appreciate you guys offering to help Blake out and take care of
me, but I don't think he needs any help.  I've already sucked him
off, and he's fucked me twice, but he's still hard.  He's
promised me that I could ride him next.  He may be a nerd, but he
sure as hell knows how use his 9.5 inch cock to take care of a
woman.  Good night everyone.  Hope we don't keep you awake."

	Needless to say, I was iron-hard again by the time Marsha shut
the bedroom door.
"Christ!  Talk about an ego boost!  Thank you," I said as she
handed me my coke.

	"Your buddies may still call you a nerd, Blake, but I can
guarantee you that there are two women out there who will be
hitting on you and soon."

	Instead of sitting on the bed beside, Marsha took a seat in one
of the chairs near the bed.  She draped one leg over the chair
arm.  The position spread her legs exposing her wet cunt and
flared labia.  As I sipped my coke, I couldn't keep from slowly
stroking my cock as I stared at her fabulous body.

	"Oh that's so hot!" she hissed.  "Most guys would just stare at
me, but not you.  You stroke your big cock for my pleasure while
you enjoy my body.  Every guy I've had sex with is too
embarrassed to do that.  I love it," she moaned as her fingers
slowly caressed her erect clit.

	"I'll jack off for you anytime.  Want me do it now?  I'll shoot
all over you, I'm so turned on."

	"Mmmmmm... so tempting, but not tonight.  After I've enjoyed
your cock several more times, I would love to watch you doing it,
and you can shoot it where ever you like, Lover.  Right now
though, I want to ride that big dick!"

	Ten minutes later, she was riding me reverse cowgirl and
groaning everytime my shaft entered her tunnel.  Her hips pumped
frantically up and down on me.  She howled even louder when my
fingers captured her clitoris and then pushed into her vagina
right along side of my cock.

	"OH GAWD DAMNNNN!  I've never had it like this before... fuck
your cock into meeeeee, Stud.  FUCK YOUR FINGERS INTO MY CUNT
TOO... aaahhhhhh... OH FUCK!  NOW!  NOW!!"

	With my cock stretching her pussy and my fingers rubbing against
her clitoris and over her G-spot, Marsha's body erupted again and
again in hard climaxes.  She didn't seem to be able to stop.  For
that matter, neither could I.  When my dick shot off inside her
and filled her hole with another load, I didn't lose my erection.
 I just continued to fuck her.

	Finally, Marsha rolled off me onto her back.  As she did so, she
cried, "Hurry.  Mount me.  Get on me... get in me.  Fuck me as
hard as you can.  FINISH US!!"

	As soon as I was on her, her legs and arms wrapped around me
like twin vises.  When I rammed into her, she locked me in her
embrace and slammed herself against me just as hard.  We were
both gasping and crying out as our organs exploded together.  Her
juices squirted uncontrollably at the same time as my balls
emptied into her convulsing hole.  It took two minutes before our
orgasms ebbed enough for us to stop driving our bodies together.

	We fell asleep still locked together... my cock buried inside
her still slowly throbbing vagina.

=================================

Loni:

	After that night with Marsha, several significant things
happened.  My roommates were still calling me "The Nerd", but
before Marsha, although the name was used kindly, there was a
note of amusement as well.  After Marsha, the kindness was
unchanged but the amusement was replaced with a tone of awed
respect.

	Secondly, I discovered that girls talk about sex and guys a lot
more than guys talk about the girls they've bedded.  Now, when I
walked into a party unescorted, I didn't even have time to get a
beer before several girls were doing their best to attract my
attention. Some would open more buttons on their blouse; others
would flash their panties or their pussies if they weren't
wearing panties.  At least a third were more direct.  They would
simply approach me and ask me if I would like to have sex
tonight.  A few girls were even more blunt and just asked me if I
would fuck them.

	Third, I learned that all that stuff about "size doesn't matter"
that women love to say was, for the most part, pure bunk.  Every
single coed I fucked went crazy over my 9.5 inch dick, and they
were all equally amazed with my talented tongue.

	Fourth, I found out that when women want to fuck a guy, they
don't take 'no' for an answer... period!  "No" only means "No"
when women say it.  When a man says it, women consider it a minor
problem.  Within a few weeks after my first time with Marsha, I
had quite a collection of phone numbers, many of which were
written on the back of an erotic photo of the girl who had given
it me.

	Fifth, while I still studied hard and continued my two-hour a
day workouts, the knowledge that sex with a hot girl was only a
phone call away had me putting my books away at 9:30 PM on most
nights.  As a result, my exam grades fell from an average of 98
to 92. John's response to that when I told him was "Big Fucking
Deal!".

	Sixth, I now have my cock buried in a coed's pussy an average of
five nights a week.  I'm even fucking two young, married
assistant professors who had hit on me at a party when their
husbands were out of town.

	The two professors took me to their house where I spent the
night fucking them in the same bed they used with their husbands.
 Both of them went crazy over my big cock and never tiring,
talented tongue.  I screwed them six times that night and twice
the next morning.  They both asked for and got my phone number so
they could call me when their husbands weren't around.   They
each call me an average of once a month.

	When I call up a coed and invite her over to my apartment, they
always want to come over immediately, but I always tell them if
they make it with a nerd, they have to accept the fact that nerds
study a lot.  I tell them to come over at 9:30 PM.  Usually, at
9:30 on the dot, the doorbell will sound, and one of my roommates
will answer it since I'm in my bedroom studying.  "Tonight's
pussy", as Lennard calls them, will say hi to all other guys and
their girlfriends if they're present, and then head for my
bedroom.  That's generally the last anyone sees of her until she
leaves the next morning.

	Naturally, I'm very partial to Marsha.  I'm usually with her
twice a week.  When I asked her if she would like to be exclusive
with me, she smiled and thanked me for the very nice compliment,
but then told me that while I was a great guy, she still loved
playing the field.  So, we decided to limit it to twice a week.

	John, Lennard, and Marvin constantly kidded me about having
created a sex monster by taking me to that first party.  I told
them that girls just have a thing for helpless nerds.  Their
unanimous response to that explanation was "bullshit!". 
Lennard's comment summed up the views of my buddies:  "Girls have
a thing for 9.5-inch cocks that stay hard all night long and a
tongue that never gets tired that is probably even longer than
your cock."

	With a steady parade of luscious women going and coming from my
bedroom night after night, it was predictable that my roommates
would eventually demand that we document this 8th Wonder of the
World by making a video of each new woman and keeping a
descriptive log.  I had to admit that the idea got me hard. 
After a lot of discussion, we agreed that no one but us would
ever see the videos.

	So, it came to pass that we installed a couple of video pickups
in my bedroom with the computer and recorders in John's bedroom.
To the casual observer, the set up looked no different than any
student's computer equipment.  Naturally, I demanded similar
video pickups be hidden in my roommates' bedrooms so we could
watch their girlfriends.

	When Lennard kidded me about being underhanded and sneaky, I
simply responded, "I said I was a highly intelligent, studious
nerd with an average-sized, big cock and a very high GPA.  I
never said I was a highly moral guy."

	By the end of a couple of months, we had quite a collection of
sexy videos.  The photographic quality was not all that good
because we couldn't afford the best video pickups, but it was
good enough.

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	Although I was having great sex with a wide variety of
good-looking, even beautiful women, I still hadn't managed to get
to first base with the one whom I really wanted to date.  Marsha
had told me her name was Loni.  I saw her at almost every party I
attended, but she was always surrounded by a group of hopeful
guys.  The only positive aspect of that was that she wasn't
always with the same guy, and she often came to the parties
unescorted.  Consequently, I didn't think she was going steady
with one guy or, even worse, was engaged.

	On Friday, one of the fraternities was having a big party. 
Neither I nor my roommates were members, but both Lennard and
John were close friends of two of the officers so they had been
invited.  Marvin had a date that night and wasn't interested,
but, as usual, I was left with only my books to keep me company.
Fortunately, John was looking after my interests and got the
chapter president to invite me as well.

	"It took some pull to get you an invitation, Man.  I hope you
don't plan on hanging me out to dry by not showing up," John had
admonished.

	"Hell no.  I'm going.  My study-all-the-time days are over,
thanks to you."

	"Still hoping to see Loni?"

	"Yeah, I am."

	"What good will it do if she is there?  You haven't asked her
out yet.  What makes you think Friday night will be any
different?"

	"Even a blind hog sometimes digs up a diamond, John."

	"Yeah.  Maybe you should rent a blind hog to intercede with Loni
for you and ask her for a date."

	"Very funny... why am I not laughing?"

	"Ok.  It wasn't a very funny joke.  Would you like me to
intercede in your behalf?"

	"Right!  You'd just end up asking her out on a date yourself."

	"Well, I wouldn't want you to get stuck with an ice queen.  I
could just check things out for you... so to speak."

	Now I did laugh.  A moment later, we were both laughing.  When I
finally got my laughter under control, I said, "You've made your
point.  If she's at the party, I'll talk to her, and if she
doesn't tell me to get lost, I'll ask her out.  Satisfied?"

	"Yep.  Good man.  If the woman has a brain in her head, she'll
say yes."

	"You know, John, if I ever need to hire a PR man, you're going
to be my top choice."

	"I'll hold you to that."

-------------------------------------------------

	There were a lot of people at the party on Friday night. 
Obviously, the members had invited not only their girl friends
but as many other girls as they could find to increase everyone's
chances of hooking up.  I spent the first 30 minutes sort of
hiding at the bar and refreshment table hoping to see Loni. 
Unfortunately for me, she didn't seem to be present.

	My luck changed a little later when she walked in with two guys
already in tow.  It wasn't hard for me to understand why.  Her
short dress already had one button open at the top and another
one at the bottom.  The open buttons exposed a generous portion
of her tits and her panties.  I got an erection as soon as I saw
her.  She was both sensuous and beautiful... I had a hard time
trying to decide which I liked more.

	In less than two minutes, Loni was joined by a third guy who
began vying with the other two men for her attention.  "Now
what?" I thought to myself.  "Am I supposed to go over there and
join that crowd of panting eager males?"  After thinking about
the situation, I realized that I was never going to find Loni
alone at a party.  I didn't have her phone number, and even if I
somehow obtained it, she didn't know me so that calling her would
be pointless.  I either joined the pack of sniffing dogs or give
it up.  I wasn't about to just give up, so I started walking
toward the group.

	Before I got there, however, Loni let one of the three men lead
her out onto the dance floor where they quickly locked together
in a tight embrace.  I decided to wait until they left the floor
and then approach her and try for a dance.  I knew it wasn't a
very clever plan, but it was the best I could I do on the spur of
the moment.

	As I watched, I saw the guy's hands move lower on Loni's ass. 
She made no move to push his hands away or pull them higher on
her back.  Instead, she moved more tightly against him and began
sensuously grinding her mound over what I knew had to be a very
hard erection.  Hell! I was hard as stone from just watching. 
The guy holding her had to be about shoot off in his pants.  I
found myself wishing he would.

	Before the song ended, Loni pulled away from the guy, took his
arm, and led him out the side door.  I was disappointed, to say
the least... very disappointed.  Apparently, the guy was Loni's
steady boyfriend, which didn't bode well for my hopes.  I had to
see for myself.

	I waited a few minutes before exiting through the same side door
Loni and her boyfriend had taken.  I was a little surprised to
find that the door led directly to the parking lot.  A quick scan
of the area turned up nothing.  It seemed pretty obvious that
they must be in his car or hers making out, but I wasn't giving
up until I knew for certain that Loni was already taken.

	The lot was lighted by only a single halogen lamp on a high pole
in the center of the lot.  It provided some illumination, but not
much.  After walking down one row of cars and finding nothing, I
was becoming self-conscious and decided to give it up.

	However, as luck would have it, on the way back to the party, I
saw a car moving slightly on its springs.  When I got closer, I
could see that the guy was in the driver's seat, which was in the
full reclining position.  Loni was bent over her boyfriend
jacking him off and giving him a blowjob at the same time.  It
was just awesome.  She looked so hot doing it, I felt an emotion
that I had never previously experienced...  jealousy.  I also
felt an overwhelming sadness that I had waited too long.  Another
guy had the woman I wanted.

	After I returned to the party, I just sat off to one side
drinking beer and kicking myself for being so timid.  As my black
mood deepened, Marsha sat down beside me.  "What's wrong, Blake.
You look like you just made F's in all your courses."

	"Is it that obvious?"

	"Very.  That's why I came over.  You look really down.  Look,
Honey, I've already hooked up with a guy, but I can make it a
quick fuck or two and then come over to your place.  I know just
how to cheer you up," she said with a seductive grin.

	"Ok... sounds good, but I don't want to mess up your evening."

	"Yes you do.  You need a woman tonight.  I just hope you like
sloppy seconds.  Do you?"

	"I'm not sure.  I don't think I've ever had them, but it does
sounds really erotic, in a perverted sort of way."

	"It will probably be after 11 PM before I can get to your
place... maybe midnight.  In the meantime, want to tell me what's
got you so down in the dumps?"

	"Women... or more precisely, a woman."

	"Hell, I knew that.  Tell me something I don't already know."

	"How do you know that.  I haven't told anyone."

	"When a hot guy like you looks like he's just flunked out of
engineering school, it has to be a woman.  What happened?  Come
on.  Give."

	I shrugged and quickly related what had happened with Loni.  "I
thought she didn't have a steady boyfriend.  It's my fault for
waiting so long to ask her out.  She picked another guy before I
ever even spoke to her.  Just totally stupid!"

	"I have to agree with you, Blake, that it was totally stupid...
particularly for a brilliant guy like you, but I don't understand
why in the world you think that just because Loni is giving a guy
head, that means she's going steady with him?"

	"She didn't come back to the party for another half hour.  I'm
sure they probably made love too."

	"Don't be stupid, Blake.  I'm sure he fucked her, but they
didn't make love.  I've given you head and you've screwed me two
or three dozen times, but we're not going steady, and neither is
Loni.  Believe me.  I know Loni.  She just likes to play the
field to find out what's out there for the long haul.  She's just
like me.  We've had this conversation before.  Remember?"

	"You really think so or you just saying that to make me feel
better?"

	"Do you want more proof?"

	"Proof?  What proof?  What are you talking about?"

	"Look around the room.  Do you see the guy Loni was sucking off
in the car?"

	I did a quick scan and saw him talking to a redhead across the
room.  "Yeah.  That's him talking to the redhead."

	"Right.  That is him.  And do you see Loni?"

	I did another quick scan but couldn't find Loni.  The next time,
I did a much more thorough and careful scan but still found no
sign of her.  "No.  I don't see her anywhere."

	"Of course you don't.  That's because she's upstairs with
another guy right now.  Does that sound like Loni is taken or
going steady?"

	"Just because she went upstairs with a guy doesn't mean
anything, Marsha.  You know that."

	"He's fucking her, Blake."

	"How do you know that?"

	"Because I was just up there getting screwed on the other bed. 
They were getting undressed just as I was leaving.  Come on. 
Let's go be voyeurs."

	I followed Marsha up the stairs to the game room.  As soon as
she opened the door, I saw that the video games had all been
pushed to one side to make room for several mattresses.  Two of
them were in use.  Marsha pointed to the mattress nearest us and
whispered, "That's Loni getting it doggy."

	The woman was on her knees with her head on the bed and her
knees spread wide.  The position afforded me a great view of the
guy's cock slamming in and out of the woman's cunt, but with her
face buried in the mattress, I couldn't tell if it was Loni or
not.

	"Are you sure that's Loni," I asked Marsha in a low whisper.

	"Yeah.  I'm sure.  Just keep watching.  In a moment, she raise
up and look back at him."

	I didn't have to wait long... no more than few seconds... before
Loni raised her head to look back at her lover.  Her face
contorted and she gasped, "Ooohhhh yeah!  Fuck me harder, Stud. 
I'm about to cum... Ram meeeeeeeeee!"

	He did, and we watched and listened as Loni shrieked and howled
when her cunt convulsed around the guy's plunging cock.  Marsha
pulled on my arm:  "Come on.  We need to leave before someone
sees us.  Only couples who want to fuck are allowed in this
room."

	"Sounds good to me," I said.  "Shall we?"

	"I'll be at your place no later than 11:30.  Then you can bang
me until the sun comes up, Baby."

	When we reached the bottom of the stairs, Marsha stopped me and
asked, "Do you feel better now or worse, Honey?"

	"Better... much better.  Thanks.  The next time I see her, I'll
ask her out now that I know she's not taken."

	"You're welcome, Blake.  I'll see you in about two hours or
sooner."

	"Sooner?"

	"Maybe.  Not many guys have your stamina or staying power. 
Sometimes he can't get it up a second time and never a third."

----------------------------------------------------
	
	The following Monday I was in the Library looking up references
and source material for a report in one of my classes.  Every 30
minutes or so, I would take a break and get a cup of coffee from
the snack bar.  Since I couldn't take the coffee into the stacks
or library area, I was sitting at one of the tables sipping my
coffee and wondering how long it would be before the next party.
Most of all, I was worrying that Loni would start going steady
with some guy or worse yet, get engaged before I saw her again.

	At that point, a voice behind me said, "Mind if I sit down?"

	"Be my guest," I said without looking around.  A moment later,
Loni took a seat across the table from me.

	"Hi.  I'm Loni Godette, but I think you already know that. 
You're a really hard guy to get to know, Blake.  Do you always
play hard-to-get with women?"

	"What are you talking about?" I replied in confusion.

	"Just that some of my friends have been telling me for weeks
that you've been anxious to meet me.  I've seen you at several
parties and in every case, I've always given you a very warm
smile when I saw you.  Now, either my friends were being less
than truthful when they told me you were anxious to meet me or
you're playing the hard-to-get game.  Which is it?"

	"Actually, neither of the above.  Your friend weren't lying to
you.  I've wanted to meet you since the very first time I saw you
over two months ago.  And I never play the hard-to-get game,
particularly not with you.  In truth, I'm a very honest guy."

	"Are you going to tell me you never saw me smiling at you?  Or
that you're too inexperienced to know when a woman is inviting?"

	"Nope.  Neither of the above."

	"What then?  If you don't mind my asking?"

	"I don't mind at all.  The fact is that I'm a rather shy guy. 
You can ask my roommates if you don't believe me.  Three months
ago, it had been an year and a half since I had been out with a
woman.  In addition to being shy, it seemed to me that you were
already spoken for.  There were always three or four guys
surrounding you everytime I saw you."

	"If I were spoken for, Blake, do you think I would be with three
or four guys?"

	"You're right, of course, and that obvious fact was made very
clear to me last Friday night.  Prior to that, I just hadn't had
enough experience with women to realize the situation... no
matter how obvious it might have been.  I'm sorry.  I've been
kicking myself ever since last Friday.  In fact, that's what I
was thinking about just now when you arrived."

	"Apology accepted.  So, are you going to ask me out or do you
plan to make me ask you?"

	"You ask me?  I seriously doubt that you would even consider
that if you knew me better.  I really am the quintessential nerd
as well as being very shy.  I study constantly.  When most coeds
want to go out and party or make out, I'm studying.  Ask my
roommates.  They're all good guys, but they call me "The Nerd". 
A gorgeous, sexy, sensuous woman like you isn't very likely to be
interested in nerds.  But to answer your question, I would love
to date you!  Anytime!  How about tonight?  Dinner and movie? 
Dinner and dancing?  You name it."

	"I wouldn't be interested in you, huh?  Let's see now... you're
very handsome, obviously have a strong, muscular body, honest,
sincere, modest, brilliant with the highest GPA of any student in
the university...  and.... according to Marsha... you've got
fantastic stamina and recovery powers in bed, an awesomely
talented tongue, and a thick, powerful 9.5-inch cock.  On top of
all that, Marsha says your are an absolutely fantastic fuck, and
I can tell you that she's a very severe critic of male bed
performance.  If you hadn't asked me out, I was definitely going
to hit on you.  Believe it!"

	"Does that mean you'll go out with me tonight?"

	"Of course.  I'm already excited just thinking about it.  But
after what you saw Friday night, I need to know if you want to
date me or just fuck me?"

	"Neither of the above.  I don't want to just date you... nor do
I want to just fuck you.  In fact, I don't want to date you and
fuck you."

	"What do you want then?"

	"I'm not totally sure yet, but I think I want to date you...
then fuck you... then make love to you... and then marry you. 
But as Confucius said, "The longest journey begins with but a
single step."  So, let's start tonight with step one, a date."

	Loni was silent for a long time... at least a minute.  I
waited in silence giving her time to think.  "After what you saw
Friday night, you know that I'm a slut... a real Slut with a
capital "S".  Doesn't that change your mind?"

	"I'm also a slut.  Ask my roommates.  Ask Marsha.  Doesn't that
change your mind?"

	"That's different.  It excites a woman to be with a powerful,
handsome, confident, experienced male."

	"It excites a man to be with a gorgeous, sensuous, sexy,
confident, powerful experienced woman.  I'm already hard...
really hard and all we're doing is talking.  So what difference
do you see?  I don't see any?  Please say yes to my invitation
for a date.  It's going to be very embarrassing for me if I have
to beg you."

	"All right then, but don't say I didn't warn you.  What time?"

	"I'll be at your sorority house at 7:30 PM."

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	My first date with Loni was exciting, erotic, and a revelation
to both of us.  I spent longer that afternoon getting ready and
trying to decide what to wear than I had ever spent on such
activities for anything in my life.  At first, I thought I should
wear a pair of jeans to be laid back and casual.  I quickly
discarded that idea as immature.  I was wild about Loni and I
really wanted her to know it.  Shoving the jeans back in the
drawer, I chose a pair of very tight slacks from my closet.  I
rarely wore them in spite of the fact that they were elegant and
expensive.  The stretchable microfiber material made them very
comfortable, but they molded my large cock so perfectly that I
thought they were a little on the obscene side... maybe even a
lot on that side.

	After making up my mind to wear the slacks, I went the whole
nine yards and picked out a tight, matching, pull-over shirt that
put my muscular chest, pecs, and arms on display.  Tossing my
tennis shoes in the closet, I selected a nice pair of leather
shoes, which I even polished.

	After showering, shaving, and putting on a nice aftershave and a
little cologne, I got dressed.  When I looked at my reflection, I
almost chickened out.  If Loni gave me an erection, which I
thought was almost certain to happen, the slacks would really be
obscene.  "Oh well... nothing ventured, nothing gained.  Maybe
she won't be offended," I thought.  By 7 PM, I was ready to go.

	It was 7:30 on the dot when I entered the front door of Loni's
sorority house.  As I expected, she was fashionably late, which
didn't bother me as I knew that was a woman's prerogative...
particularly a woman like Loni.  What did bother me was the
attention her sorority sisters were giving me.

	At first, there were only three other women in the lounge.  Each
of them was looking me over and making no attempt to be discreet
about it.  I felt like a slave on the auction block being
examined by potential buyers.  The three women all checked out my
face, then my chest and arms before their gaze moved downward to
my now flaccid
6.5-inch cock that was nicely molded by my tight slacks.

	As I waited, two of the women left and soon thereafter five more
entered.  Gradually, the room seemed to fill up with women.  With
all of them checking me out, it didn't take long before I began
to get hard.  When that happened, I heard one of the women, I
couldn't tell which one, gasp, "God.  Look at that!"  Naturally,
that remark got me even harder.

	Finally, one of the women, who was wearing very little, took my
hand and spoke to me.  "Loni will be down in a moment, Blake, 
I'm Gloria."

	"Hi, Gloria.  Are all the women in this sorority beauty queens?
It certainly looks like it."

	"My god!  A silver tongue to go with all the rest of it. 
Fantastic.  Loni says your roommates call you "The Nerd".  Is
that really true?"

	"Yeah, but they all say it in a very nice way, and it is true. 
I study all the time... or at least, most of the time."

	"You don't look like any nerd I've ever seen, Blake," Gloria
whispered.  "I think I could just sit and watch you study for
hours."

	"Like hell you will!"  came Loni's voice from the bottom of the
staircase.  "He's mine.  All you horny sluts stay away."

	It took me a moment to find Loni in the large group of women in
the room.  When I did, my cock grew another inch.  She was just
sensuously gorgeous!  She was wearing the same skin-tight sheathe
she had had on when I saw her for the first time.  To say it was
erotic was a gross understatement.

	She came closer and gave me a light kiss.  When her lips moved
away, she whispered, "Hi."

	"Hi.  You look fantastic," I whispered back.  "Just
unbelievable!"

	"Gloria's showing off more of her tits than I am.  Sure you
don't want to trade?"

	"She is sexy, but you're off the chart sensuous... and sensuous
beats sexy every day of the week.  Are you ready?"

	"Oh yes.  I'm very ready."

	As Loni slid into the passenger seat of my 8-year old Taurus,
she wasn't careful with her short skirt, which quickly slid up to
expose her thin, black panties.  "God!  You're beyond description
sensuous."

	"You think you aren't?"

	"Nothing to match you... not even close."

	"You think not?  Then how come you had half of my sorority
sisters dripping wet and panting over you?  And your cock was
only partially hard then.  If it had been like it is now, they
would have jumped you right there in the lounge."

	Glancing down, I was shocked.  Now totally erect, my pants
molded every ridge and vein of my 9.5-inch dick.  "I should have
worn something else.  I'm sorry.  We'll stop by my place, and
I’ll change pants.  It will only take a minute or so."

	"Like hell you will!  I love it.  I want everyone to see how
hard and hot you are for me.  You know, every man I've dated
wants me to wear revealing, sexy clothes, but none of them...
except you... are smart enough to realize that women like for
their dates to wear something hot and sexy too."

	"Are you sure?  I don't want to embarrass you."

	"Do you want to get me hot and excited?"

	"Every guy wants that."

	"Then forget about changing clothes and let’s go.  Where are we
going?"

	"If you like Italian food, I thought we might have dinner at the
Olive Garden and then go to a club and dance."

	"The Olive Garden sounds fine... plus it will give me a chance
to show you off."

	"Nobody's going to be looking at me, Loni.  Take my word for
it."

	"Honey, you are in for a shock.  But I need to ask you a
question, and I expect a truthful answer... Ok?"

	"I don't lie."

	"MMmmm... an honest man.  Wow.  Let's see.  I know you study
almost every waking moment and work only a few hours a week part
time.  How are your finances?  Can you really afford to take me
out to dinner and then to a club?"

	"If you're asking if I have enough money to pay the bills, the
answer is yes, I do.  If you're asking if I have enough money to
do this regularly, the answer is no, I don't.  I will have one
day, but not now."

	"Then why do you suggest we go to the Olive Garden and then to a
club where the drinks and cover charge will be high?"

	"It's our first date, and I'm hoping to impress you... I really
want you to have a great time and be impressed."

	"Damn!  You really are honest.  Let's try another question.  My
parents pay for all my expenses and give me a generous allowance.
 Consequently, I have a lot of money.  How about I pick up the
bill?  Or will that destroy your fragile male ego?"

	"It would be embarrassing, yes, but I could handle it.  What do
you say we split the cost 50-50?  And if I reach a point where
I'm broke before I get my next paycheck, then you can pick up the
bills until I get some more money... that is, if you still want
to."

	"It's a deal!  Let's go, Honey.  I'm hungry, and you're going to
need your strength."

	Although I had reservations, we still had to wait for a table as
many of the customers were taking their time and enjoying their
dinners.  As we waited, I couldn't keep from noticing that the
maitre D' couldn't take his eyes off Loni as she stood waiting
patiently.  Three other couples were also waiting, and every
husband had his eyes glued to some part of Loni's awesome body.

	The wait wasn't long, and ten minutes later we were seated and
looking over the menu.  "Well, didn't I tell you, Loni?" I
whispered.  "Every guy here is entranced by you.  None of them
can tear their eyes away."

	"You got more attention than I did."

	"Like hell," I laughed.  "I didn't see those three husbands in
the waiting area checking me out.  In fact, I don't think they
even realized I was present."

	"Did you happen to notice that none of their wives said a single
word to their husbands even though they were obviously mentally
undressing me right here in public?  Did you also notice that not
only did they not say a single word, they didn't even give their
leering husbands a warning, dirty look?"

	I thought about it for a moment and then replied, "I guess
that's right.  I suppose they didn't want to make a scene or
embarrass their husbands."

	"Blake, you may be a wizard at electrical engineering and great
guy, but you don't know much about wives.  Normally, they would
verbally castrate their husbands for ogling another woman in
public."

	"So why didn't they?"

	"Because, Honey, all three of them were leering at you just as
lustfully as their husbands were doing to me.  The entire time we
were standing there, they were all checking out your rippling
muscles, your tight ass, but most of all, your huge cock.  The
blonde was getting so turned on, I thought she might cop a feel
right there.  In fact, now that I think about it, I wasn't
watching her the entire time... did she feel you up?"

	I furrowed my brows, shook my head, and turned my hands palms
up.  "I thought that was you doing it?  It wasn't?  Jesus!"

	Loni eyes got big.  Then, she hissed, "That Bitch!  You're my
date, not hers!  I've got a good mind to tell the slut off right
in front of her husband!  I'll be back in moment, Baby."

	Loni rose out of her seat and started to move away.  "Wait...
wait!!  Stop!  I was just kidding you!"

	Abruptly, she stopped and took her seat.  With a big grin, she
said, "I know that, Honey.  I was just returning the favor."

	I stared at her for a moment before beginning to laugh.  Then we
were both laughing.  "I'm glad to see you've got a great sense of
humor in addition to be sensuously beautiful, Loni."

-----------------------------------------

	After dinner, we went to a club and danced for almost two hours.
 The entire time, I was oblivious to everything except Loni's
luscious body undulating against mine.  She moved about the floor
like a ballet dancer... light, agile, and sexy.  With her as my
partner, even a nerd like me looked like a good dancer.

	When we took a break, I noticed that most of the men in the club
were staring at Loni and obviously wanted to fuck her.  It was
during one such break that a big guy came over to our table and
asked her to dance.

	"No thanks.  I'm with him," Loni answered quickly.

	"I'm sure he wouldn't object to a simple dance.  How about it?"

	"I've already answered that question."

	"Spend five minutes with me, Honey, and I guarantee to change
your mind.  Come on."

	At this point, I stood up.  "The lady has already answered your
request... twice.  That should be more than enough."

	"Am I talking to you, Boy?  Just sit down, be quiet, and don't
irritate me.  I'm talking to this fine piece.  She deserves a
real man."

	The problem all bullies have is that they expect the other guy
to either be intimidated and back away or at most, to try to put
up a brave front with a lot of talk.  They never expect an
immediate, determined attack.  This guy was no different.   He
was still leering at Loni's big tits when it happened.

	Bracing my right leg, I put my entire body into a hard, straight
punch to his solar plexus.  The breath whooshed out of his lungs
like it were shot from a cannon.  His entire body jerked abruptly
backwards as he bent over at the waist from the blow.  Two hours
a day on the weights and the heavy bag in the gym do pay off.  An
instant later, a hard, left uppercut to his chin straightened him
upright.  He staggered backwards, essentially out but still on
his feet.  A second right hand to his face caused blood to spurt
from his nose.  He went down with a hard thud.

	The entire altercation had taken no more than five seconds.  One
moment, he was shooting off his mouth.  The next moment, he was
lying on the floor.  I stood over him waiting to see if he would
get up.  He did make an effort, but as soon as his shoulders rose
off the floor, dizziness took over, and he rolled onto his back.


	At this point, the bouncer came over.  At 6' 6", maybe 260 lbs,
he made the guy on the floor look small.  If that weren't enough,
he was carrying a sizable night stick in a big, meaty hand.  He
grinned, and I relaxed.  "Well, I came over to break up the fight
before that big guy hurt you.  My mistake.  He's got some friends
here.  But after what happened to him, I doubt that any one of
them has the balls to do anything, but together, they could be a
problem.  My advice is for the two of you to leave."

	"Thanks.  I think that's good advice.  Loni?"

	"Yeah.  Absolutely.  Let's leave," she gasped, her voice almost
cracking as her body trembled.

	A few minutes later, we were on our way home.  As I drove, I
noticed that Loni was curled up against me, her body shaking. 
"Are you all right, Loni?  I'm sorry about all that, but..."

	"NO!  I'm not all right.  I'm so hot, my clit won't stop
throbbing!  Stop talking and drive... HURRY!"

	I speeded up until I was driving 5 mph over the speed limit. 
Loni continued to writhe and moan on the seat beside me.   "Oh
god!  That was so hot... so fucking hot!" she moaned as she
pulled off her dress and frantically rubbed the crotch of her
panties.  "Two big, horny studs fighting to see who gets to fuck
and breed me...   the winner spreads me and rams his cock into
me...  oohhhh jesus... I'm cumming... so hard."  Raising her
legs, Loni practically ripped off her panties.  "Take your cock
out, Blake, so I can see it... TAKE IT OUT!!"

	Somehow I managed to maintain control of the car while I opened
my pants and pulled them down along with my shorts.  With Loni
naked and masturbating furiously on the seat beside me, I was
already hard as stone.  It wasn't easy to drive with 9.5 inches
of hard cock between me and the steering wheel and a gorgeous,
wildly excited woman moaning and finger fucking her cunt two feet
away.

	"Oh my god!  Look at that huge cock!  So hard... thick.  Hurry,
Blake!  I want your cock in me... you fought over me and won
me... now take me somewhere and fuck me!"

	When we reached my apartment building and I parked the car, Loni
got out stark naked, her hand still rubbing her throbbing pussy.
She was shaking in another orgasm when I carried her up the
stairs to my apartment.  John and Marvin were out, but Lennard
was watching TV.  He did a double take when he saw the naked
woman in my arms.  It was obvious that she was either having a
climax or was very close to it.

	"What's going on?" he stammered.

	"It's not what's going on, Lennard," Loni groaned.  "It's what's
going in that matters.  Blake just beat hell out of a big guy and
now he's going to fuck me... Hurry, Baby.  Hurry!"

	Once I was inside my bedroom, I deposited Loni on the couch and
turned to lock the door.  By the time I turned back, Loni was
stroking her pussy again.  "Do you have a vibrator here, Blake? 
One that you use on your girlfriends?"

	"Yeah, but I got something better that I want to use on you."

	"I know you do, and I can't wait to get it up my cunt... but
give me the vibrator.  You can watch me while you get naked. 
Wouldn't you like to watch me doing it?  Most guys love it.  How
about you?"

	"I'm no different."  I took the vibe out of the drawer in the
bedside table and tossed it to Loni.  I was pulling my sweater
over my head when she got in doggy position and pushed the thick
shaft into her wet hole.  It slid in easily.

	"Oh yesss... Watch me, Honey... Watch me!  Do you like seeing me
fucking my hot pussy?  OOOOhhhh fuckkk...  AAAGGHHHAAAAAAAA...
OOOOHHHH YESSSS!!"

	"Enough with the vibrator, Loni," I yelled as I jerked the vibe
out of her still convulsing pussy and took its place.  Holding
her hips, I pressed the helmet of my tool against her gaping
opening.  She moaned deep in her throat, pushed her hips back,
and took me inside her cunt.

	"OOOhhhh  yessss!  I can feel it going innnnnnnnn..... big hard
cock.... in meeeeeee... fuck me, Blake.  Fuck me with that huge
dick!  AAAaahhhhhh... so fucking hard!"

	"Yes!  OOHHHH YES!  PUMP MEEEE!!"

	I felt Loni's vagina beginning to convulse around my shaft.  She
bared her teeth and groaned as her body vibrated and shook. 
"Turn me over, Blake.  Get on top of me and give me all of that
huge dick!  Drive it into me!  Fuck me!"  As soon as I pulled out
of her throbbing vagina, she rolled onto her back and pulled her
knees back until her knees were pressed against her tits.  Moving
into her sex saddle, I pushed into her hole again bringing
hissing howls of pleasure from her lips.

	"OOOHHH!  OOOHHH!  OOOHHH!  FUCK ME HARDER... DON'T STOP.  RAM
INTO MEEEEEEEE!  HARD!"

	Holding her buttocks in my hands, I kept her in position and
drove my entire shaft into her throbbing hole.  Every thrust
thudded hard into her cervix bringing hissing moans of pleasure
from her.   I couldn't tell if she was having multiple orgasms or
just one, long, near-continuous one.  The only thing that was
certain was that every thrust was making her pussy convulse and
throb around my deeply embedded cock.  Her pussy was convulsing
in hard spasms when I erupted and filled her with my load.

	When I pulled my semi-hard shaft from her vagina, she rolled me
onto my back and devoured my shaft.  Loni had no problems deep
throating me in my half-hard state.   I had had a lot of blowjobs
but never, ever, anything remotely close to the one Loni was
giving me.  I got hard again very rapidly, but even when I was
fully erect, she was still taking all of me down her throat.

	When she had me fully hard, she let my shaft slip from her mouth
and whispered, "I want to ride you, Lover.  Can I ride your big
hard fuck stick?"

	"Be my guest, you sexy witch!"

	"MMmmmmm.."

	Loni planted her heels on just outside of my hips and slowly
lowered her pussy onto my erect dick.  Reaching between her
thighs, she grasped my tool, aligned it with her opening, and
sank all the way down.

	"AAAHHHHH GAWD!  WHAT A COCK!  GIVE IT TO ME, STUD.  HARD! 
DEEP!"
I did and Loni had three intense orgasms before I shot another
load into her.

	Once more, Loni went down on me and sucked until I was hard, and
once again, it only took 10 minutes or less to get the job done.
After getting me hard, she got into doggy position with her head
on the couch and her ass high in the air.  Looking back, she
hissed, "Mount me, Lover.  In my ass this time... but go easy and
slow with that big thing."

	I did take it very slowly.  In fact, it must have taken the
better part of 10 minutes for me to work my entire dick into her
ass.  She groaned when she felt my balls slap against her pussy.
"OH Baby!  You're in me!  All the way in me!  Let is soak for a
minute or so before you start fucking me."

	I gave her all the time she needed while I caressed her tits and
stroked her clitoris.  In just a few minutes, she was moaning and
hunching against my fingers.  Finally, she needed more.  "Oh
fuck!  Your fingers are driving me crazy!  Fuck me!  Fuck my ass.
 NOW!!"

	As soon as I began screwing her, she shirieked and climaxed. 
Her rectum clamped down on my dick like vise, but it did her no
good.  I had no intention of stopping again.  Instead, i rubbed
her throbbing clit even harder and rammed all nine inches of cock
into her on every stroke.  She came three more times before I
emptied my balls into her ass.

	Loni spent the night.  Before morning, I had fucked her six
times, and she must has gotten off 20 or more times.

------------------------------------------------

	After that first night, Loni and I became an item.  Three weeks
later, I asked her to go steady with me... to be exclusive.  I
was surprised when she refused.

	"Why not?" I had asked.

	"Simple.  I may see a guy I would like to try out.  If we're
exclusive, that would be cheating.  The same can be said of you.
We've got a good thing, and you know the old saying, 'If it's not
broke, don't fix it.'  Ok?"

	What could I say other than 'Ok'?  A month after that, I
suggested we get an apartment and move in together.  I was again
surprised when she refused.   This time, I didn't have to ask
Loni why.  She told me.

	"I don't live with guys unless we're married."

	So that's the way it went for another year.  During that time, I
never dated another woman nor did I have sex with anyone else
other than Loni.  Marsha told me privately that Loni would check
from time to time to see if I were banging another woman.  I
figured she had to be pleased that I wasn't.

	I'm pretty certain that Loni was not equally faithful although
there was no reason for her to be.  She had told me forthrightly
that she might want to try some other guys out.  In any case, she
never turned me down when I asked her for a date, and we never
had a date that we didn't have sex, even if she was having her
period.  On those occasions, she sucked me, and we had anal sex.


	With one month left before graduation, I asked Loni to marry me.
 This time, her response was an enthusiastic "Yes".  We set the
date for one month after graduation, and things went as planned.
Needless to say, I was a very happy man to be getting a
beautiful, highly intelligent, sensuous wife like Loni.  But I
was surprised when once again, Loni rejected my suggested that we
move in together by simply saying, "I'll move in with you after
the wedding, Honey."

	I had started looking for entry-level technical positions two
months prior to graduation and one month before I popped the
question to Loni.  At first, I was nervous about my chances, but
later I was pleasantly surprised to find that every corporation
to which I had applied invited me for an interview and eventually
offered me a job at a really excellent salary.

	When all the job offers were in-hand, the firms had given me a
two weeks from that date to reach my decision.  Naturally, I
wanted to consider Loni's views and wishes.  So, one evening we
brought Chinese food back to my apartment and sat around the
table looking over all the offers.  As a business major in
marketing, Loni's viewpoint about the viability of the companies
and their products was very helpful.

	When we had narrowed the choice to four corporations, I said,
"Ok.  These four look like they're the best of the lot, but there
doesn't seem to be much difference between them.  So, I suggest
we make our choice based on where we would like live.  What do
you think, Honey?"

	Loni was silent for almost a minute... so long that I thought
she hadn't heard my question.  When I asked, she replied, "I
heard you, Blake, and I agree.  I was just thinking about how
wonderful it makes me feel that you asked me to share in this
decision.  And the entire time we've been discussing this, you
haven't once said "I"... it's always "we".

	"Well, it is 'we'.  We're going to share our lives together. 
And sometimes things are going to be rough.  They always are for
every couple.  When that happens, we're going to need to pull
together... to help each other.  If we don't, we won't make it. 
Bad events of some kind will destroy us.  So... that being the
case, the time to start is immediately.  So... back to my
question.  Based on locale, what's your first choice?"

	Loni considered my question for awhile before answering.  "Now
that we know the four possible choices, let me do some marketing
research about cost of living, the weather, the cultural climate,
the night life, and quality of the schools and universities in
the area, the state tax, property tax, and sales tax rates, and
so on.  Then, we'll decide.  We've got a little over two weeks. 
How does that sound?"

	"It sounds to me like my future wife is not only blazing hot,
beautiful, and sensuous, but she's also highly intelligent in
areas where I'm not so good.  I think I'm a very lucky man."

	"Oh really?  You think you're going to get lucky tonight, huh? 
You think I'm an easy lay?  Is that it?"

	"Well, a guy can always hope," I said with a smile.

	"The problem is that you always want to fuck me.  What about
that speech you just gave me about sharing and being equal
partners?  When is it going to be my turn to fuck you?"

	"Any time you like, Loni.  Any way you like."

	"You're sure?"

	"Absolutely!"

	"Are you going to chicken out once I start using that hot, sexy
body of yours and that luscious big cock?"

	"Women who do that are called 'cock teasers', and no one likes
that kind of girl.  I certainly don't want you to spread the word
all over the campus that Blake Pallent is a pussy teaser... the
kind of guy who gets a woman hot and wet and then runs away."

	"All right, Darling.  Just remember, you agreed.  I'm going home
to get ready.  I'll be back at 9 PM.  I expect my sex object to
be ready for my use when I get here.  Showered, shaved, with his
colon thoroughly cleaned, and wearing a jock strap but nothing
else.  Leave the door unlocked.  Don't irritate me by trying to
lock me out.  Oh, one more thing, Honey.  Women usually lube
themselves before going out when they think they're going to be
ass fucked.  You should do the same.  Bye."

---------------------------------------------

	I had showered, shaved, and was wearing the mandatory jock
strap.  I had also used two disposal fleet enemas to clean my
colon after which I had squirted astroglide inside.  I wouldn't
say I was ready though.  Actually, I was nervous.  I had never
had a woman coming over to fuck me.  It was always the other way
around.  Although I was nervous, that certainly wasn't effecting
my virility.  I was hard as stone and had been for the last 30
minutes.  My cock was so engorged with blood, its color was a
deep purple, and the helmet was swollen.  There was no way the
jock strap could contain my tool.  The top three inches thrust up
above the pouch of the strap.

	Promptly at 9 PM, the door to my apartment flew open, and Loni
entered.  She was wearing a long overcoat, which puzzled me since
it was much too warm for such a coat.  She stared at my hard cock
sticking out of the strap and grinned.  "Looks to me like my sex
slave is really anxious to be fucked... very much like a woman
who's so wet and hot with anticipation, the men can smell her
cunt."

	When Loni took off her coat and tossed it onto the couch, it was
now obvious why she had worn it.  Beneath the coat, she was
wearing a tightly-laced, black leather corset, that extended from
beneath her tits down to her hips.  Above the corset, Loni wore a
push-up, black bra that shoved her big tits up and out.  She had
on black hose held up by black garter straps descending from her
corset and black shoes with wicked, 5-inch, stiletto heels.  In
the place of panties, Loni was wearing a leather, strap-on
harness with a thick dildo that had to be at least 9 or 10 inches
in length.
	
	"Get on the bed, Honey, with a pillow under your sexy ass." 
When I had followed instructions and my butt was elevated on a
pillow with my cock at attention... rigid and throbbing, Loni
squeezed her tits and licked her lips.  "Damn!  You do look so
fuckable.  I'm going to start by finger fucking and lubing your
sexy ass to get it stretched for my cock.  Can't wait to suck
that big penis.  Just stay where you are, Baby.  I need to tell
your roommates that I'm going to be fucking you and not to worry
if they hear you screaming.  Back in sec, you sexy thing!"

	She walked out of my bedroom and back into the common living
area for the four bedrooms.  I knew that John and Lennard were
there watching TV.  Through the open doorway, I heard my two
roommates scream at almost the same time.

	"My god, Loni.  Why are you dressed like that?" Lennard cried
out.

	"I think I can guess," John answered with a knowing laugh.

	"It's my turn to fuck Blake tonight, Guys.  So don't be alarmed
if you hear him screaming.  Virgins usually cry and scream when
they get fucked for the first time.  You can listen at the door
if you like.  No problem."

	When Loni came back, she did shut the bedroom door for which I
was thankful.  Before she mounted the bed, she took a tube of
Astroglide out of her purse and squirted a generous amount over
the fingers of her right hand.  A moment later, she was kneeling
over me licking the head of my throbbing cock.  I couldn't
suppress my moans.

	"OOhhhh god... that feels good, Loni.  UUmmmmm... do it... suck
it, please!"

	She wrapped her hand around the base and began jacking me off
slowly as she took the top six inches down her throat. 
"MMmmmmm... love your aroma, Baby... so musky and sensuous.  
MMMmmmmm... your big cock is leaking, Honey.  I think it's
excited.  Look how the juices bubble out of your dick when I jack
you like this."

	"OOOoohhhhh fuck yesss!  Jack me harder... suck meeeeeeee," I
groaned.

	"Soon, Lover... soon.  But first, I need to stretch your sexy
ass hole so my big schlong won't hurt you when I fuck you with
it."  I felt her move her right hand to my ass and caress both of
my buttocks.  "I'm going to have to concentrate on properly
stretching your luscious ass hole, Honey, so you'll have to hold
the base of your cock and jack yourself off while I suck you." 
Then, her fingers were at my anus.

	"Ready, Honey?  Are you ready to be finger fucked, Baby?"

	"Yes!  Oh yes!"

	"Yes what?"

	"I'm ready... DO IT!"

	"Do what.  Tell me what you want, Sweetie."

	"My ass!  Finger fuck my asshole!  Please!"

	"Like this!!"

	"UUNNGHH!  UUNNGHH!  AAAGGHHHH!  Easy... go easy... AAaaahhh...
not so hard!"

	"Just relax, Darling, and the pain will go away very soon and
you won't believe how hard you're going to shoot off.  Don't
forget to jack off ... go on... do it.  Oh yes.  That's the way.
You do that so skillfully... I can tell you spend a lot of time
jacking off.  I'm going to put in another finger now, Blake. 
Ready?"

	"Yes!"

	"Yes what?"

	"I'm ready for you to put another finger into my ass.   Do it...
please!"

	"OOHHHH GAWD!  HURTS.  UUNNGHH... NOT SO HARD, HONEY."

	Loni finger fucked my ass steadily for five minutes... going
deeper and faster with each thrust.  After three minutes, she had
three fingers inside my rectum pumping them and spreading her
fingers to stretch me.  I couldn't stop groaning.  All the time
she was fucking my ass, six inches of my cock were sliding in and
out of her throat.  When the fourth finger entered me, I
shuddered and screamed, "GONNA CUM!  OOHHHH FUCKING SHIT!!  CAN'T
HOLD IT... GONNA CUMMM!!"

	Loni pushed my hand away from the base of my throbbing shaft so
she could take all of it down her throat.  My ass arched up off
the bed as her fingers drilled in and out of me.  My buttocks
contracted and one huge cum jet after another erupted powerfully
inside Loni's mouth.  She never missed a drop.

	When my orgasm abated, she continued to suck me and work four
fingers inside my rectum.  When she had me hard again, she
grinned and said, "I think you're ready for fucking, Lover.  I
know you love doggy fucking, so get up and bend over the end of
the bed.  Remember to spread your legs and arch your sexy ass
high.  When you feel my cock against your anus, reach back and
spread your buttocks so can see your hot, eager hole, Honey."

	I assumed the position and arched my ass the way I always tell
women I'm about to fuck to do.  It was a weird, strange feeling,
but it was also incredibly exciting.  My cock jerked hard when I
felt the big dildo pressing into my opening.

	"AAAhhhhh fuck... That thing's so damn big!"

	"Just relax, Honey.  That's the way.  Ready?  I'm going to fuck
you now."

	Loni's buttocks thrust forward and the thick, lubed phallus
stretched my ass hole wide and slipped inside me.  Loni pulled
back three inches and thrust again sending seven inches of her
cock into my ass.

	"GGGHHAAAAAAAAAA!!  Oh fuck!  You're in me... fucking me!!"

	"Arch that hot ass higher, Slut.  Take my cock, Baby.  Take all
of it!"  She rammed the entire length into me bringing a series
of hissing moans... half pain/half pleasure.  As she pumped me,
her hand reached around my hips and grasped my throbbing cock in
much the same way as I usually reach around a woman's hips to
work her clitoris and pussy when I'm inside her ass.

	Abruptly, she pulled her cock out of my ass.  I screamed, "No! 
Don't take it out!  I'm very close to cumming.  Please... fuck it
back into me!"

	"Be patient, Slut.  You'll get all of it again, but I want you
on your back now...  You know the position... legs up and spread.
 I'm going to jack you off while I ass fuck your sexy butt,
Honey."

	Quickly, I turned over being careful to keep my hips right at
the edge of the bed.  Once I was in fucking position, I pulled my
legs up and back."

	"Spread wider, Slut.  Wide open!"  Loni ordered with a grin.

	"Are you going to cum?" I asked.

	"I already gotten off once.  Don't worry about me, Stud. 
Ready?"

	"Yessss!  Put it in my ass!  Hurry!"

	Her hips rammed forward sending the phallus deep into my bowels.
 "UUNNGHHHH!!"  Loni grasped my wildly jerking cock and began
stroking me at the same time as she pulled six inches of cock out
of my ass and immediately buried eight inches on the next thrust.

	"AAAHHHH FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!  SHIT!  THIS IS FANTASTIC!  FUCK
HARDER... PLEASE!!"

	Loni screwed me hard for several minutes as she jacked my cock.


	Everytime Loni slammed her cock into me, the base of the dildo
was mashing hard against her clit.  After just a couple of
minutes, she was gasping right along with me.  "OOohhh Baby, I'm
about cum.  I'm gonna shoot the load up your hot ass."

	"Yes... yes... YES!  Cum in my ass," I yelled enjoying the
fantasy as much as she was.  Then, Loni body shuddered as she
climaxed and I realized with a shock that she really was shooting
into me... gush after gush filled my rectum.  Apparently, the
strap-on came equipped with a tube and bulb that allowed the
wearer to squeeze the bulb and ejaculate inside whatever hole was
being fucked.  The wild thought that Loni was cumming in my
rectum was enough to push me over the edge.

	"I'm gonna cum, Loni.  This is so fucking hot!  Can't hold it."

	"Not yet, Lover.  This time, you're going to get a facial.  Pull
your legs way back behind your head.  Get that ass up in the air.
 Hurry...  Don't cum yet."

	Struggling to hold back my orgasm, I pulled my legs so far back
my knees were almost behind my head.  Loni kept the phallus
rammed all the into my ass giving me short, hard strokes, the way
a man does when he's cumming.  Leaning over me, she pointed my
cock right at my face and screamed, "NOW SHOOT OFF, YOU HOT, SEXY
STUD.  CREAM YOUR FACE.  CUM!! NOW!!"

	Unable to hold it, my balls erupted shooting a huge stream of
semen directly toward my face.  The first thick spurt splattered
against my forehead and then over the bridge of my nose.  The
second and third cum jets hit my cheeks and the fourth shot
straight into my open mouth.

	When our orgasms had ebbed, Loni got a warm, wet towel and
cleaned my face like any considerate man would do after spurting
all over a woman's face.  Then, she kissed me passionately and
whispered, "Did you like it or hate it, Darling?"

	"I loved it primarily because it was you fucking me."

	"Of course, every woman knows that it's always better to be
fucked by someone you love and who loves you.  You know, Blake,
you make a nice woman... sexy, good looking... and a really hot
piece of ass.  But I have to tell you that your tits are too
small.  You need to get a boob job, Baby."

	"I'll take it under consideration," I teased.

	"Good.  Now turn over onto your back so I can suck this big clit
of yours hard again."  I again followed instructions like any
good piece of ass does.  Loni was grinning at me as she got out
of her corset and strap-on.  "Have to get this stuff out of the
way so I can fuck your big clit, Honey," she explained.

	Once more, the leaned over me and took my rod into her mouth. 
in a few minutes, I was semi-hard.  She grunted a little when the
helmet of my cock pushed into her throat, but she didn't gag. 
Once more, she finger fucked my ass as she sucked me.  I was
amazed at how rapidly that caused me to get hard.  Loni noticed
it too.

	"Damn, Lover.  I'm going to be using this technique a lot.  Your
big clit is already rock hard, Baby.  Gonna mount you, Honey. 
Ready?"

	"I'm amazed at how ready I am.  Three times in less than an
hour.  Mount me, Loni.  Fuck me!"  She got on top of me in
reverse cowgirl position and used her hand to direct my shaft
into her soaked hole.  The interior of her vagina felt like a
swamp.  I could even feel her liquid heat trickling down my shaft
as she fucked herself on it.

	Loni climaxed three times before I yelled that I was about to
cum.  "Do it!  Now.  Cum inside me, Lover.  Shoot me full!"  she
screamed.

	After that, we rested for 20 minutes or so while we talked about
how much fun reversing roles had been.  "Thank you, Darling, for
letting me be in charge.  Not many men are sufficiently confident
of their masculinity to allow a woman to do that.  I think I'm
getting a fantastic stud and lover for my husband."

	"I'm glad you think so.  In my case, I absolutely know that I'm
getting the most alluring, sensuous woman on the planet for my
wife."

	"Really??  You know that?  My god... that means you've fucked
every woman on the planet.  What a total slut!"

	"You know, you're not only gorgeous and a great fuck, you also
have an incredibly sharp wit. I love it!"

	"I'm glad you do because you're stuck with me for the rest of
your life."

	"Will you spend the night?"

	"No.  We've both got classes in the morning and we both know
that we'll end up fucking in the morning and miss class if I stay
the night.  I am still in charge of the sex tonight, aren't I?"

	"Yep.  You are.  Am I going to be fucked again?  I'm already
hard."

	"I know you are, and I don't want to leave you like this... so
I'm going to jack you off.  We haven't done that in a long time,
and I really like watching you shoot off.  Get back on the bed. 
Your lover's gonna jack that cock and make it shoot."  Ten
minutes or so later, I was shooting one spurt after another as
Loni jerked me off.

================================

First Two Years of Marriage:

	Our wedding with off without a problem.  Since we had very
little money and Loni's parents were of modest means, we had a
no-frills wedding, but the important thing was that both families
were present and each seemed to be highly pleased with the new
member of their family.  In addition, most of our friends turned
out to share the festivities with us and to wish us well.

	We had selected the midwestern corporation that Loni had
recommended.  It was a change from our present location in
California and everything else looked great.  I had a week before
my new job began so we combined the travel to our new location
with a stopover in Las Vegas for our honeymoon.  With all the
night life and great restaurants and shows in Vegas we had plenty
of activities to keep us busy.  Of course, except for an
occasional break to go out for something to eat, we spent almost
the entire four days in our hotel room having wild, uninhibited,
hot sex.

	During the first year, Loni and I rented a nice two-bedroom home
as we didn't want to incur any long-term debts before I was
certain that my position with the corporation was secure and what
I wanted.  My starting salary of $66,000 plus benefits was
sufficient to take care of all of our needs so it wasn't
necessary for Loni to work.  Between us, we decided she would
wait a year before looking for a job just to make certain we
weren't going to be moving again in the event my position didn't
work out as I hoped.

	However, my position was everything I had hoped it would be.  By
the end of the first year, I had received two raises and one
promotion.  As a result, my salary had risen to $74,000 a year. 
When we decided to invest in a really nice, expensive home, Loni
decided it was time for her to get a job and help out.

	Over the next two months, Loni applied for entry-level marketing
jobs with four companies.  I wasn't surprised when all four
applications resulted in invitations for face-to-face interviews.


	"Can you believe it," she had said when she received the
interview invitations.  "Four applications and four job
interviews!"

	"I not only can believe it, Honey, I expected it.  With your
academic credentials from a top school in California and your
obvious ability to handle the English language coupled with your
quick wit and creative talents, which were obvious from your
responses to the questions on the application, the company's
executives would have to be insane not to interview you."

	"MMmmmm.  You always know what to say to make a woman feel
really good, Darling."

	"It's easy.  I just tell the truth about you," I replied
paraphrasing Harry Truman's response about the republican
congress at the time.

	"There you go again," she said quoting Ronald Regan in his
debate with Jimmy Carter.

	"You're going to have to give up your liberal credentials if you
continue to quote Ronald Regan, Honey," I responded.  We both
laughed over the repartee.  "Would you like to hear something
that will make you feel even better?"

	"You know I would.  What is it?"

	"I predict that after the interviews, you're going to get four
job offers and you're going to get them very, very quickly."

	"Well, I'm pretty certain that I'll get one or maybe two, but
four out of four is off-the-chart ridiculous."

	"Wanna bet?"

	"What odds do I have to give you?"

	"Even money... no odds."

	"Really?  So if I get three job offers out of four, you lose?"

	"Yep.  Is it a bet?"

	"I really hate taking advantage of dumb men, but as P. T. Barnum
said, "There's a sucker born every minute".  What are the stakes?
 How much?"

	"No money.  The loser has to be a sex slave for an entire
weekend starting Friday night and ending Monday morning."

	"I have news for you, Blake.  I see through your devious plan. 
You just want to spend an entire weekend getting fucked
constantly, and this stupid bet is your plan to get it done.  But
since you are a really hot piece of ass, I'll take the bet."

	"Just wait until you're spending a lot of time in bondage and
going out naked except for heels and an overcoat.  Then, we'll
see who's the stupid one.  Oh, and by the way, it wasn't P. T.
Barnum who said 'There's a sucker born every minute', it was
David Hannum, a Syracuse banker."

	The last of the four interviews was completed on Friday of the
following week.  On the following Wednesday, Loni received the
fourth job offer... four out of four!  When she opened the
envelop containing the fourth offer, she just sat there staring
at it.

	"Hey.  I have to make a fast run to "The Hot Spot".  I'll be
back in about an hour," I said as I picked up my car keys off the
entryway table.

	"What's the 'Hot Spot"?  A night club or something?"

	"Nope.  It's an adult video store that sells hot porno DVDs and
magazines.  They have video booths and a strip show in the back.
And they also sell a wide variety of bondage paraphernalia.  I
need to stock up on a lot of bondage apparatus.  That is the
fourth job offer in your hand, isn't it?"

	"You can be a real bastard sometimes, Blake.  At least, you're a
sexy bastard.  How did you know that I would get all four job
offers?"

	"Simple... a piece of cake, actually.  You already had four
invitations to interview based on your applications.  When they
got a good look at the sexiest, most voluptuous woman on the
planet, there was no way in hell any guy was not going to offer
you a job."

	"How did you know the interviewer would be a man.  What if it
had been a woman?"

	"Not a problem.  The woman could easily be lesbian or bi, and
even if they weren't, one look at you would make any woman want
to have her first bi experience.  See you in an hour, Honey.  And
don't make any plans for this coming weekend.  You're going to be
a very, very busy slave."

	That weekend I screwed Loni in every bondage position I could
invent and masturbated her to multiple orgasms in several of
them.  We also went out to dinner at a four-star restaurant with
Loni wearing an attractive coat that stopped about an inch above
her knees.  She also wore a pair of 4-inch stiletto heels, but
that was all.  Beneath the coat she was naked.  Not surprisingly,
she declined the Maitre D's offer to check her coat.  Even though
she was very nervous, she was also very excited.  By the time
dinner was over and we were on our way back to our car in the
parking lot, she was shuddering with excitement and very close to
a powerful orgasm.

	When I opened the car door for her, she moaned, "Not yet.  Fuck
me first.  Hurry!"  I didn't need any more encouragement than
that.  Loni bent over the hood of the car and pulled her coat up
around her waist.  "Hurry, Honey.  Fuck me!  I need it now!"  It
only took me a few minutes to fill her cunt with my load, but
that was enough to get her off twice.

	On Monday, Loni selected one of the four job offers she had
gotten and started work the following Wednesday in the marketing
department as the assistant to the Section Manager, a Mr. Drake
Lawson.  Her starting salary was only $27,000 with benefits, but
that brought our total income to $101,000, before taxes, of
course.  Needless to say, with our new home being our only
long-term debt and no children, we lived very well.

	When we were within three months of our second anniversary, I
had received another raise to $81,000 and was in-line for
promotion to a Group Leader position.  However, Loni was still
making $27,000.  While we had more than enough money, my wife was
unhappy with her situation.

	"What do you think the problem is, Honey?"  I asked one evening
when we were discussing the matter.  "Is it just a company policy
not to give raises during the first year or so?"

	"No.  That has nothing to do with the problem.  Other assistants
to Section Managers are getting nice raises."

	"Are you having problems handling the work?  If so, maybe I can
help."

	"There's no problem with my work... none!  The problem is with
my attitude."

	"That doesn't make any sense, Loni.  You're a fantastic person
with a great sense of humor."

	"You don't get it, do you?"

	"I guess not.  What is it?"

	"That's why I love you so much, Blake.  You're such a nice
person, the nature of the problem never occurs to you.  The
problem is that I won't sleep with Todd, and he's the one who
recommends raises and promotions.  It's that simple."

	"But that's sexual harassment!  You can sue the company over
that."

	"Only if I can prove it, and Todd is very careful.  Anyway, it's
not big deal.  We don't need the money, and I enjoy the job. 
That's the important thing."

=============================
	
Disaster:

	One month after our second wedding anniversary, disaster struck
in the form of a worldwide collapse of the economy, the failure
of several large banks, and a rapidly plummeting stock market. 
Major corporations that had been strong and financially secure
could no longer obtain the loans necessary to operate, government
contracts were sharply curtailed, many companies that had been
dependable, strong customers were forced to default on their
debts and went bankrupt thereby applying additional burdens of
the remaining, struggling corporations.

	When the smoke from the disaster cleared sufficiently for the
public to find out the root cause, it was found that large
investment banks, with the collaboration and collusion of
powerful individuals in the government, had made extremely risky,
unsound loans.  It was predictable that a huge majority of these
loans would become near worthless when the individuals who had
obtained them were unable to make the interest and principal
payments.  When the loans collapsed, the many banks followed
suit.  The ripple effect caused the collapse of many businesses
and corporations.  A few insiders made hundreds of billions at
the expense of the economy of the entire country.

	With my corporation teetering on the brink of collapse, they had
no option but to cut expenses, and, in many cases, this meant
laying off employees.  To make matters even worse, the
corporations were not permitted to select the most unproductive
of their employees for layoff.  Union and corporate rules
required a 'last in - first out' policy.  As one of the newest
employees, I was one of the first to go when my corporation had
to downsize.  Suddenly, almost without warning, our $108,000 per
year income was slashed to $27,000 plus some very small
unemployment benefits that would only last six months.
Instead of having plenty of money, we were serious financial
trouble, and my professional career appeared to be headed down
the tube.

	Over the next four months, I spent eight hours a day sending out
resumes trying desperately to get another job, but without any
success.  No one was hiring.  The economic situation was just too
uncertain and shaky.  The only jobs available were low-paying,
routine jobs such as a clerk or an apprentice salesman.  Not only
would such jobs not provide enough income for us to survive the
economic holocaust, taking a job like that would essentially
spell the end of my professional career as an electrical and
computer engineer.

	Needless to say, Loni and I spent many long hours trying to find
a solution.  "I don't see any way for us to save the house,
Honey.  Not only that, but the housing market is so bad, we will
certainly not only lose the house but all of our equity as well.
We're also going to have to sell one of the cars to provide
enough income to buy food and pay the monthly bills.  We would
already be on welfare if it weren't for your job, which
thankfully you still have."

	"There has to be a way for us to salvage this situation, Honey,
or hang on long enough for the economy to improve enough for you
to either obtain another position or be rehired by your company."

	"I don't see what it could be," I groaned.

	"You know, since we've had a huge income, I've never pushed to
see if I could improve my position with my company.  If I work it
correctly, we might be able to obtain enough income to hold on
for the short term, and a much larger amount in the long term."

	"Seems unlikely, but any chance is better than no chance.  What
do you have in mind?"

	Loni and discussed her ideas at length most of the day for the
rest of the week.  Friday found us both in the large public
library doing literature research. That weekend, we discussed our
situation again and again from every viewpoint.  Sunday
afternoon, we made our decision for Loni to give it her best shot
while I provided backup support.  That night, we fucked each
other repeatedly until I was too exhausted and spent to get
another erection.

==========================

Loni's New Attitude:

	As I drove to work on Monday morning, I kept wondering if I
could actually make my  plan work.  I knew my husband was very
concerned and uncertain over my ideas about how to secure
additional short term income and a lot more long-term benefits. 
I was totally confident about my ability to read and manipulate
men, but I was much less confident that I could persuade Blake
that everything was fine and that nothing was happening that
should give him any cause for worry.  Even worse, my husband not
only had to believe that everything was going well, he also had
to do his part and remain cool and collected.	
	
	As soon as I got to my office, I asked Lawson's secretary if Mr.
Lawson had any open time to see me.  She pressed the intercom
button on her desk and said, "Mr. Lawson, Mrs. Pallent is here
and wants to know if you have time to see her this morning?"

	"What's my schedule look like, Doris?"

	"You have an opening at 11 AM through the lunch hour up to 2 PM,
Sir."

	"Ask her if 11 AM will work."

	I nodded my assent.  "She says 11 AM will be fine, Mr. Lawson."

	At 11:05, I was seated in front of Drake Lawson's desk.  I had
my legs crossed showing a lot of leg.  The dress I had selected
also let him see a lot of the upper portions of my tits.  As
usual, he was staring at me with just barely disguised lust.

	"So what brings you around this morning, Loni?  Any problems? 
Any way I might be able to help?"

	"As a matter of fact, Mr. Lawson, I do have some problems that I
would like to discuss with you, if that's all right."

	"Of course, it's all right.  What seems to be trouble?"

	"It's a combination of my position with the company and my
salary.  I love this job and I love working under you, but I've
been with you for over a year now without any advancement in
position or in salary.  I'd very much like to see that changed. 
Is there any way I could make that happen, Mr. Lawson?"  I hoped
that Lawson wasn't concentrating so hard on my tits and legs that
he missed the double entendre of my initial statement.

	When Lawson finally looked from my legs, he said, "I believe
we've had this discussion a few times already, haven't we, Loni?
If memory serves me correctly, I think the last time was about
eight or so months ago.  The problem then, as I explained, was
your attitude.  Employees who aspire to achieve more in this
division have to be willing... ahhh, how should I put it...
willing to do more than just the routine job.  You haven't shown
yourself to be interested."

	"I know my attitude hasn't been helpful in persuading you that I
should be promoted and have my salary raised, Mr. Lawson, and I'm
very sorry about that.  Is it too late to correct my behavior
over the last year.  I really hope not, because if you'll give me
a chance, I promise that you'll be pleased with my attitude from
now on."

	Lawson squirmed a little in his chair... just the sort of thing
a man does when his rapidly hardening penis is becoming
uncomfortable.  "Well, that sounds very promising, Loni... very
promising indeed.  It would a most welcome change and one that
most certainly would lead to very rapid advancement in the
company and substantially more in the way of financial rewards
for your work.  May I ask why the change?"

	"It's a combination of personal things, Mr. Lawson.  My husband
is losing interest in me and not taking care of his ... eh....
his homework.  I'm sure a man of your experience understands what
I mean."

	"Of course.  Although, I must say its hard for me to imagine any
man losing interest in you.  But, go on.  Are there other
reasons?"

	"The deep recession has put a huge strain on our finances.  I
really need to increase my salary.  And then there's one other
reason that's rather embarrassing to talk about."

	"There's no need for you to be embarrassed around me, Loni. 
What happens in the company... stays in this company.  Period! 
That's an iron-clad rule of the corporation.  So, what's the
other reason?"

	"Well... to put bluntly... I haven't enjoyed the attentions of a
man other my husband for over five years now.  That's a very long
time for a young woman to have had only one partner.  To put it
bluntly, I'm getting bored with my husband's routine, never
changing, bed performance.  There!  I've said it.  Is there a
chance for me change my situation here, Mr. Lawson.  I really
hope so.  I promise you won't be disappointed with my ... eh...
with my new attitude."

	With a broad leering smile, Lawson replied, "Oh yes! 
Absolutely!  It's just a pity we wasted so much time, but no use
crying over spilled milk.  We can begin by your using my first
name when we're in private.  It's Drake."

	"Thank you, Drake.  I can't tell you how much this means to me."

	"I like the outfit you're wearing today, Loni.  It's a huge
change from the clothes you've been wearing for the last year."

	"I was hoping you'd notice and realize how much my attitude has
changed."

	"No one will bother us, Loni.  Why don't you give me some more
evidence of your new, changed attitude."

	"I know you really like my legs, Drake.  You've often stared at
them even though you couldn't see very much of them due to my
poor attitude.  In the future, you can see them whenever you
like."  Slowly, I opened my legs and pulled my short skirt up my
thighs almost far enough from him to see my pussy, but not quite.

	"Do you like them, Drake?"

	"Gorgeous!  Just drop-dead gorgeous.  I also like your big tits.
 But then I think you already know that, don't you?"

	"Of course.  I'm glad you like them.  That's why I've worn this
top.  So you could see a lot more of them than I've let you see
over the last year.  Are you convinced now that my attitude has
changed?"

	"I'm getting there.  Is there any chance I could see more of
your tits?  Or is that still off limits?"

	Lowering my voice, I whispered as seductively as possible,
"Nothing's off limits, Drake.  Would you mind if I took off this
jacket?  It's really warm in here."

	"Please... please do," he said leaning forward even as he was
saying it.  As I removed my jacket, I bent over a little to give
Drake an even better view into my cleavage.

	I held the position for an extended moment to let him enjoy the
view.  His upper arm was now moving slightly as he stroked his
cock beneath his desk.  "Would it be all right, Drake, if I laid
my jacket on the chair by the door so I won't forget to put it on
when I leave.  That would be embarrassing for us both."

	"Yes, yes.  Of course," he stammered.

	Rising from chair, I undulated my hips provocatively as I walked
toward the door.  When I reached the chair, I bent over at the
waist far more than necessary causing my short skirt to rise up
over my buttocks completely exposing myself.  I held the position
while I neatly folded my jacket and laid it on the seat of the
chair.  Looking back toward Drake, I wasn't surprised to see his
eyes locked onto my exposed ass and cunt.

	"I haven't asked you about the dress code for the office with my
changed attitude, Drake.  I didn't wear any panties because I was
certain that you would want to see my ass and pussy.  Should I
wear panties in the future?"

	"Hell no!  You can wear them when you leave your house just in
case your husband decides to cop a feel before you leave, but
once you get to the office, take them off."

	"Whatever you say, Drake, but I don't think either of us needs
to worry about my husband copping a feel.  He doesn't have that
much interest nowadays."

	"Show me the rest of those huge tits, Loni.  How big are they
anyway?"

	"34DD, Drake."  Pulling the top off my shoulders, I pulled it to
my waist leaving my breasts still concealed by my bra.  "Do you
want to take off my bra, Drake, or should I?"

	"Getting bras unhooked has always been a problem for me.  You do
it.  Hurry!  I can't want to see those big beauties."  A moment
later, my bra was on the floor, and my tits were naked and
jiggling.

	"Oh fuck!  You are gorgeous.  Just gorgeous!"

	"Come feel them, Honey."  I didn't have to ask him twice.  In a
flash, he had me in his arms, his mouth against mine, our tongue
stroking together, and his right hand massaging and kneading my
left tit while he pulled and twisted my nipple.

	"OOOoohhhh god... feels sooo good.  Squeeze my nipple, Drake. 
Hard!....   OOOHHH GOD YES!!"

	When he pulled away, I looked down and saw that his pants were
tented by his huge erection.  Obviously, Drake was hung, which
was a big plus.  "Are convinced enough yet to give me a salary
raise, Drake?  Right now?"

	"What if I want to fuck you... right now... on my desk?"

	"I assumed you would be fucking me, Honey.  A lot.  You can have
me whenever you like.  Will you let me suck your cock before you
fuck me?"

	"DAMN!  You're amazing!!  What's your salary?"

	"$27,000 a year."

	"No it's not.  It's $35,000 a year starting as of this moment. 
Now suck me!"

	Falling to my knees in front of him, I jerked his zipper down
and extracted his thick shaft.  "Oh fucking shit!  What a cock!
My god!  I don't know if I can take this thing.  How big are you,
Baby?"

	"Eight inches, Loni.  Is your husband's cock this big?"

	"It's not even close to your size, Lover.  Not even close!" I
replied truthfully.

	"Can you deep throat it?"

	"I doubt it, Honey... at least not the first time, but with
practice, I'll be able to take it.  You will let me practice a
lot, won't you?"

	His rod jerked and throbbed like crazy when I asked that
question.  I spent a few minutes licking his shaft, the bloated
head, and his balls until the were wet with my saliva.  Then, I
stuffed his rod into my mouth.  I took four inches and gagged a
little.  Pulling back, I looked up at him and gasped, "Jesus,
Drake.  Oh Baby have you ever got a fantastically big cock.  I
love it!  But please don't be mad if I can't suck all of you this
first time."

	"Don't worry, Loni.  Very few women can suck all of me."

	I finally took about five inches of his cock before I told him I
would gag uncontrollably if I tried to take more this first time.
 In actual fact, I could have taken all eight inches without a
problem, but better to string him out.  "Do you want to cum in my
mouth, Darling.  You can you know.  I promise to swallow every
drop."

	"Not this time, Loni.  I want to fill your cunt with my load. 
Do I need a condom?"

	"I'm on the pill, but if you want to use a condom, I won't
mind."

	"Hell no!  I want to shoot that hot snatch full of my cum.  Get
on the desk.  Legs back and up.  Put your hot fuck hole in
position, Baby.  Big Daddy is coming in!"

	As soon as I mounted Drake's desk and pulled my legs up and
back, he moved beside me and worked one finger into my soaked
pussy.  It slid in easily.  A moment later, Drake was finger
fucking with three fingers as my mouth stretched wide open and
emitted a hissing moan when my orgasm erupted.  I was certain
that Drake would fuck me then, but he proved to be a much better
lover than I had anticipated.

	He continued to probe my throbbing cunt hole with his fingers as
he moved his face between my open thighs.  Just before his tongue
lashed my clit, I gasped, "I love having my pussy eaten, Drake,
but I don't think I can keep from screaming if you do it to me. 
Doris is going to hear me."

	"She already knows I'm fucking you.  Sometimes she comes in to
watch and masturbate.  She's paid a huge salary so don't worry
about her."

	"Do you fuck her?"

	"Of course I fuck her.  Now spread wide and cum for Big Daddy."
Drake lashed his tongue up my sex trench, probing my hole on the
way, until he reached my swollen clitoris.  He sucked it hard
into his mouth and pleasured me with his tongue and lips.

	"AAAGGGHHHAAA... SUCK MEEEEEEE.... AAHH... AAAHHH  AAAHHH...
OOOHHH GOD YES... CUMMING... SUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"

	Drake continued to work my G-spot and my convulsing clit until I
had had three intense orgasms.  "Oh god... you're hot... got to
fuck you, you bitch.  Pull those legs back!  Open that hot cunt
hole!  Big cock is coming innnnnnn!!"  He rammed it into me, and
I had another orgasm almost immediately.  I came again when he
shot his load up my throbbing hole.

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	That evening Blake couldn't wait to find out how things went at
work that day.  "Well?  How did it go?  Do you think there's any
chance that Lawson will give you a raise or a promotion?  What
happened?"

	"He was receptive to the idea... a lot more so than he's ever
been in the past year.  I'm sure that was because I wore a short
skirt and a top that let him see some of my tits.  He's been
ogling them for a year, and it did get his attention.  He ended
up telling me that he would look over his budget and see if there
were any extra funds that might allocated to giving me a raise. 
We'll just have to wait and see."

	"Are you going to continue wearing more revealing outfits or was
it a one-time thing, Loni?"

	"If I don't continue, I don't think there's a chance in hell
that Lawson will raise my salary, and we both know that we've got
to have more money if we're going to hang on until you can find
another position."

	"I know.  You're right.  I just hope this works.  I spent all
day yesterday sending out more applications."

	"Don't worry, Darling.  It's going to work.  You just need to
hang in there and support me like we discussed."

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	I was at my desk working on a new Marketing project Lawson had
assigned me when the intercom buzzed.  The display told me that
it was Doris Macintire, Lawson's secretary, calling me.

	"Good morning, Doris.  What is it?"

	"Hi, Mrs. Pallent.  Mr. Lawson wants to see you ASAP."

	"Tell him I'm on my way."

	I didn't even bother to put the materials I was working on back
into their folder.  I just left everything on my desk and hurried
down the long hallway to Lawson's office.  When I entered, Doris
looked and smiled at me.

	"That was fast... really fast, Mrs. Pallent."

	"Well, it sounded urgent.  By the way, we're almost the same
age, and your seniority dwarfs mine.  Please call me Loni."

	"Thank you, Loni.  I appreciate that."

	"Do you know what this is about?"

	"Yes."

	"Well?  Is it a secret?"

	"No, but I don't want to offend you, Loni.  It's not a secret,
but it is ... eh.... it is delicate."

	"Come on, Doris.  We aren't children.  Tell me.  What's this
about?"

	"Nothing earth shaking.  Mr. Lawson wants to fuck you again...
or if he's pressed for time, have you suck him off."

	"Since you said 'again', I presume you know that the screwed me
yesterday morning."

	Doris grinned.  "I would be very hard for me not to know that,
Loni.  You were really loud... I mean REALLY loud."

	"It was hard not to scream.  Mr. Lawson's got a huge cock."

	"I know... Oh, how well I know that."

	"Does he do you often... if you don't mind my asking."

	"There's not much point in me not telling you since the
corporate executives and some the big clients are probably going
to be fucking both of us in the same room at the same time.  Mr.
Lawson or one of the other executives fucks me almost every day.
Maybe, I'll get some rest now that you're on board.  Whoops...
there's the intercom light.  Lawson's ready for you.  If you're
wearing panties, I suggest you take them off before going it. 
You can leave them in the top drawer of my desk."

	"Thanks, Doris, but I'm not wearing panties.  Lawson told me
yesterday he wants my pussy naked all the time.  Does he let you
wear panties?"

	Doris turned in her swivel chair to face me and spread her legs.
 Her tight skirt hiked upward revealed her shaved and very naked
pussy.  "None of Mr. Lawson's women are permitted to wear panties
to work."

	"I've been wearing them for a year."

	"I know, and how many raises did you get, Honey?  Better hurry,
Loni.  I'm sure Lawson's big cock is hard for you."

	When I entered Lawson's office, I found him on his feet but half
sitting on the front of his desk.  He stared at my half exposed
tits and my short skirt that didn't cover even half of my thighs.
  I spread my feet further apart and smiled at my boss.  "Did you
need something, Drake?"

	"Of course.  I really need that hot cunt of yours, but I'm
pressed for time this morning so I'm going to have to settle for
quick blowjob.  What's under the dress?"

	"My tits... my cunt... my ass... my legs.  That's about it."

	"No bra or panties?"

	"Nope.  Just me."

	"Show me, you hot slut."

	"MMmmm... I thought you'd never ask, Honey."  Unzipping the back
of my dress, I let it fall to floor around my ankles.  After
stepping out of the dress, I kicked it aside and stood naked in
front of Lawson except for my heels.  I moved closer to him and
folded my arms beneath my tits... lifting them and pushing them
in his direction.  "Like my big tits today, Drake?"

	"Awesome!  Fucking awesome.  I don't have time to fuck your wet
cunt, but show it to me.  I want to see your hot hole."

	I grinned and bent over the end of his desk.  After moving my
feet apart, I reached back and opened my buttocks so he could see
the gaping hole of my pussy.  As I held it open for his
inspection, I looked back and licked my lips.  "Are you really
certain you don't have time to put that huge cock up my cunt this
morning, Drake?"

	"Did your husband fuck you last night or this morning?"

	"No.  I would really love it if you took care of his job for
him."

	"No time.  Come on.  Suck me.  Get me off."  He lowered his
pants and briefs allowing his thick, 8-inch sex spike to surge
upward.   I felt my pussy throb when I saw its rigidity and
watched it throb.  Lawson really did have an awesome cock... it
just wasn't as awesome as Blake's.  When I knelt at his feet, the
thick, shaft appeared even bigger.  I began finger fucking my
hole and rubbing my clit.

	"Oh shit!  I love that.  You've got your fingers up your cunt,
don't you, Loni?"

	"Yessss...  can't help it when I see that big dick.  You wont
put it in me... so I have to use my hand... ooohhhh god... I'm
already about to cum just looking at your huge cock!"
	
	"Hurry.  Now much time left.  Suck it."  I did.  I had my first
orgasm halfway through the blowjob.

	This time, I took about six inches of Drake's cock.  "AAAhhh
suck it, Bitch!" he howled.  "Damn!  You've already learned to
suck more of my cock.  I'm gonna pull out and cream your face
this time, Loni.  Keep your mouth hole open when I shoot."

	"MMMmmmm ooommpppfffff," I grunted with my mouth stuffed.  Since
I couldn't speak, I nodded my head to let Drake know I wanted him
to cream my face and that I would keep my mouth wide open when he
was cumming.

	"Oh GAWD DAMN!  HERE IT COMES!  AAAGGGHHHAAAAAA!!  Take it,
Loni.  TAKE IT!"

	I had another orgasm when I saw the first big stream shooting
out of his cock.  It splattered all over my forehead and ran
downward.  Several more streams hit my nose, my cheeks, my chin,
and two shot into my open mouth.  When his orgasms died away, I
took him back inside my mouth and cleaned his shaft and balls
thoroughly.  As he zipped up, I stayed on my knees with his big
cum load running down my face and dripping onto my naked tits.

	I spent the rest of the day up to 4 PM working on my project. 
At that time, Lawson summoned me back to his office.  As soon as
I entered, he pointed to this desk and said, "Fuck time.  Bend
over the desk... doggy position.  Just pull up your dress.  I
want to screw you with your clothes on."

	I had two orgasms before I felt Drake emptying his balls into my
cunt.  When he did pull out of me, he gave me my last order of
the day.  "Don't wash your cunt.  Go home with my load running
down your thighs."

------------------------------------------------
	
	Wednesday and Thursday were essentially repeats of Monday and
Tuesday, with the exception that on Wednesday and Thursday, Drake
fucked me twice and didn't have me give him a blowjob.

	When I was called to Lawson's office on Friday morning, I, of
course, expected that Drake would be fucking me again.  Instead,
he was with an older man when I entered his office.

	Loni, this is Mr. Brad Williams.  Brad is the senior VP for the
marketing division of the corporation.  When I informed him about
your new attitude, he was impressed.  So much so, in fact, that
he wants to check it for himself.  If that all right with you?"

	"Of course it's all right.  I work for the corporation. 
Anything that keeps upper management happy, I'm very willing to
provide," I said as I moved to the couch beside Williams.  I
unzipped him and extracted his nice 7-inch cock.  "MMMmmm...
nice.  Hard.  I love hard cocks like yours, Brad.  Can I suck
you?"

	"Yeah.  Suck me and get me hard."

	Although close to 50, Williams was in good physical shape and
very virile.  He got fully hard within 30 seconds and a few
minutes after that, he had me bouncing wildly up and down on his
hard cock.  I grunted every time he speared me with his dick, and
shrieked when he made my cunt explode around his pounding rod.

	After both men had put thick cum loads up my cunt, I went from
one cock to the other cleaning both of their shafts.  "If you're
nice enough to fuck me with your big dicks, the least I can do is
clean them," I whispered as I sucked and licked each man clean.

	"She is a prize," Williams said to Lawson.  "A really wet, tight
cunt hole... delicious piece of ass.  I love watching her big
tits bounce when she’s being fucked."

	For several minutes the two men continued to discuss me as if I
weren't even present... as if I were just a set of fuck holes and
two big tits.

	"You really need to try out her mouth next time, Brad.  She can
suck you dry and then get you up again amazingly fast.  She's a
really great cock sucker."

	"How's her asshole?  Have you tapped her ass yet?"

	"Not yet.  Thought you might like to do that."

	"Oh hell yes!"

	At this point, the VP turned to me.  "We're got four important
clients coming in Saturday morning to sign the final contracts
for a new marketing campaign for their corporation.  We're taking
them to dinner... five-star restaurant, of course.  After that,
we want to provide them some first-class sexual entertainment in
their hotel suite.  Are you available tomorrow night, or is your
husband a problem?  The tips will be big, and if you can help us
out, we can raise your salary to $40,000."

	"No problem, Mr. Williams.  I'll just tell hubby that I have to
visit my mom and will be back on Sunday morning."

	"Just for future reference, how often can you get away in the
evening?"

	"As often as you want me, Mr. Williams.  My husband has to
travel a lot so he'll be out of town at least half the time.  The
other half the time, I'll just give him an excuse."

	"Fantastic!  How are you explaining your greatly increased
income?"

	"What increased income.  As far as he knows, I'm still making
$27,000 a year.  The rest goes into my private bank account."

	"How often is he fucking you?"

	"Not much.  That's one of the reasons for my changed attitude,
as I'm sure Mr. Lawson has told you."

	"How much is 'not much'?"

	"Maybe once a week."

	"Over the next month, I would like for you to gradually zero-out
sex with your inadequate husband.  He won't miss it, and I would
really like for you to be available only to the corporate
executives and whatever other men we select.  Do you think that's
a possibility?"

	"Oh, it's more than a possibility, Sir.  I can make it happen
faster than a month if you wish."

	"Good idea.  Make it two weeks and then no more pussy for
hubby."

==============================

Corporate Whore:

	On Friday night, I had a long talk with Blake who was handling
the situation extraordinarily well.

	"Ok.  I understand," He said after some thought.  "If you're
going to get up to the salary we've got to have to survive this
disaster, you're going to need to accommodate management when
they ask for a favor.  These men must be very important clients."

	"Mr. Williams told me account is worth millions to the
corporation.  So, I guess they are really important."

	"What time do you think you'll be home Sunday morning, Honey?"

	"You know I don't hold liquor very well, Darling.  By midnight,
I'm going to be really out of it.  Mr. Williams told me that if I
couldn't drive home, he would provide a limo to bring me home
after we get back from the Hilton's night club where they're
taking the clients.  Or, if I wished, I could get a room at the
Hilton and spend the night.  I really don't want to make a
spectacle of myself staggering to the limo, so I think I'll opt
for the hotel room and see you around noon on Sunday morning. 
Ok?"

	"Sure.  I think that's best too.  So, any raises yet?"

	"Not yet, but Mr. Williams said I could expect one if I help
them out on Saturday."

	"Fantastic.  After a year with no raises, then to get one after
just a week of effort, is amazing.  I'm one lucky man."

	"Oh?  You think you're going to get lucky tonight, huh?"

	"I hope so!"

	"There's no luck involved, Darling.  When my number one man
wants me, he's got me."

----------------------------------------
	
	Blake and I had an early dinner Saturday evening to give me time
to shower and change for my meeting with my employers and our
clients.  When I left the house at 7:00 PM, I was wearing a nice
dress that showed just a hint of cleavage... no more.. and with a
hemline that came almost to my knees.  The dress was tight, but
nevertheless conservative.  I chose a pair of 3-inch heels but
decided against wearing stockings.  Blake gave me a very
passionate kiss when I left the house, and I returned it in kind.

	Actually, the schedule called for me to meet Lawson and the
clients at the Hilton Blue Room at 8 PM, but I had given myself
an extra hour so I would have time to stop at a Best Western
hotel on the way.  Once there, I parked the car, took my
overnight bag out of the trunk of my car, and headed to the hotel
lobby and the ladies room.

	Selecting an empty stall, I removed my conservative dress being
careful not to muss my hairdo or my makeup.  Using the top of the
commode, I folded my dress neatly and then removed both my bra
and bikini panties leaving me naked save for the 3-inch heels.  A
moment later, those shoes were sitting atop my folded dress.

	Now totally naked, I opened my overnight bag and removed my
party dress, blue bra and pantie set, and my black, CFM 5-inch
heels.  The blue panties were a brief thong and the bra did
little more than push my tits up and out without concealing much.
 The plunging neckline of my pink dress exposed almost half of my
tits, which were made even more prominent by the push-up bra. 
The hem of the dress just barely covered my buttocks.  Once I had
stepped into the 5-inch, stiletto heels, I was two inches taller
than I had been when I left the house.

	Once I was again dressed, I repacked my bag with the clothes I
had worn when I left the house, touched up my hair, applied a
little more red lip gloss, and left the ladies room.  Five
minutes later, I was on my way to the Hilton.

	Drake and the four clients were already in the Blue Room when I
arrived.  Being the distinguished gentlemen that they were, all
five men stood up when I approached their table still carrying my
overnight bag.  Not one of the four clients could tear their eyes
away from my body.  The only differences between their actions
were whether they were checking out my legs, my exposed tits, or
the seductive swing of my hips.  It wasn't necessary for them to
tell me that liked what they saw... their actions spoke for them.

	"Ah, here she is, Gentlemen," Drake announced.  "This is my
Personal Assistant, Mrs. Loni Pallent.  She's will be handling
many of the details involved with the implementation of the
advertising campaign we've been discussing this week.  After some
drinks and dancing, she will be joining us up in the corporate
suite... to answer any questions your may have and to take care
of any of your needs."

	One-by-one, Drake introduced me to the men.  The head of the
negotiating team was Mr. Alex Lindell.  His associates were Bill
Markham, David Haskens, and Greg Malone.  I was actually very
pleasantly surprised.  I had expected much older men.  Lindell
was the oldest, but he couldn't have been more than 45.  The
others were probably in their 30s.  Even more importantly, they
all looked to be in excellent shape and all were attractive.  As
Drake introduced me to the men, I bent over and shook each man's
hand giving each of them an excellent view of my tits.
	
	When I sat down, I found myself sandwiched between Lindell and
Markham, which didn't surprise me as they were clearly in
command.  Lindell spoke first.  "Did I hear Drake correctly when
he introduced you?  Mrs. Loni Pallent?  You're married?"

	"Yes.  A little over two years now."

	"Will your husband be joining us?"

	"Not unless you want him to.  I've told him he's on his own for
the night and that I would see him sometime tomorrow.  Would you
like for me to call him?  If he's still home, he could drive over
and join us."

	"No, of course not.  He already has his evening planned.  No
need to upset his plans."

	I smiled warmly in response.  Leaning over closer to Lindell, I
put my hand on his thigh, and said, "That's very considerate of
you."  My breasts weren't more than a foot away from his probing
eyes and my bent-over posture exposed them almost to my nipples.

 	"Would you like to dance, Loni."

	"I'd love to, Alex."

	For about half of the first song, we danced close but Alex kept
his hands at my waist.  However, when I moved closer so that my
tits were pressed into his chest, his hands dropped to my ass.  A
moment later, he pressed my mound against his growing erection. 
"You have gorgeous breasts, Loni," he whispered.  "Is it all
right if I call you, Loni?"

	That question produced a soft, throaty laugh in his ear.  "Of
course, it's all right, Alex.  I think it would be absurd for you
to call me Mrs. Pallent when you're fucking me.  You are going to
fuck me, aren't you?"  His cock answered for him when it jerked
hard and throbbed against my mound.

	"Mmmmm... I think your big dick just answered my question."

	"It's so damn hard.  Can't help it.  You're just so sensuous."

	"You're not supposed to help it, Honey.  You're supposed to get
hard, just as I'm supposed to get wet."

	"Are you wet."

	"You're an experienced man, Alex.  I'm sure you know how to
determine the answer to that question without bothering to ask
me."  Again, I felt his cock throb against me.  A moment later,
however, it throbbed several more times, even harder than before,
when his hand moved beneath my dress onto my thong.  I could feel
his fingers tracing my slit through the material.

	"Your soaking wet," he gasped.

	"Very.  My cunt's a swamp, Alex."

	"I want to finger fuck you right here on the dance floor."

	"Please do," I moaned spreading my legs a little more to give
him access.  "AAAAhhhh god... MMMmmmm... Oohhhhh ...  you'd
better stop, or you'll make me cum."

	"Is that bad," he asked as his fingers pushed in deeper and his
thumb found my clitoris.

	"UUNNNgghhhh...  I scream when I cum... they might throw us
out."

	"Then I'd better stop.  To be continued later."

	"I hope so."

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	For the next hour, I danced with all five men, and having seen
their boss fingering me on the dance floor, they each took their
turns sinking their fingers into my cunt.  Everyone of them
worked on me until I was right on the edge of an intense orgasm
before pulling away and leaving me panting and clinging to their
shoulders for support.

	Each time we returned to our table, I found myself sandwiched
between two different men, and each time they would spread my
legs wide and continue the finger fucking and stroking of my
clitoris.  When Greg Malone worked three fingers into my cunt and
found my G-spot while his thumb strummed my clit, I grabbed the
napkin and bit into it to suppress my wild screams as my body
shuddered and shook in my first orgasm of the evening.

	"My god!  Look how hard she cums," David gasped.  "Can you feel
her cunt throbbing, Greg?"

	"Oh hell yes.  She's squeezing my fingers off she contracting so
hard."

	At 10 PM, Lawson suggested we adjourn to the corporate suite on
the top floor of the hotel.  Once there, I excused myself to go
to the bathroom.  Inside, I stripped off my party dress, bra, and
thong and took my slut outfit out of my overnight bag.  It was
nothing more than a fishnet dress with a very wide mesh.  It just
barely covered my pussy, but it didn't make any difference
because the mesh was so wide and open, everything was on
display... my tits, my ass, and my cunt.  I keep my 5-inch heels
on but nothing else.

	When I came back into the living room of the suite, all
conversation stopped instantly.  "Why are you guys still
dressed?" I asked.  "Don't any of you want to party?  I guess you
haven't made up your minds whether I'm worth fucking or not. 
I'll tell you what, Guys.  I'll put on a little show for you so
you can decide.  If you want to party with me, get naked before I
finish my show."

	Mounting a large coffee table in the center of the room, I bent
over and gave all the men a great view of my naked ass with my
wet cunt lips peeking out from between my thighs.  I heard
several of the men groan.  Three of them began to remove their
clothes while the other two had their cocks out jacking off as
they watched me.

	After a bit, I turned to face the other direction to give the
men on the other side of the room a good view.  Immediately, some
of the others moved that side.  I had to smile at that.

	Abruptly, I changed positions.  This time I sat on the coffee
table with my right leg flat on the table, my left knee steepled,
and my legs wide open.  My cunt and sex slit were fully exposed.
I heard more male groans around the table.  Three of the men were
now naked and every guy was jacking off.

	Once more, I switched positions.  This time I leaned back
supporting myself with my hands behind my back.  I kept my legs
in the same spread position but arched my ass presenting my cunt
to the five men.

	Every man was now naked so I joined them... seductively peeling
off my fishnet dress but leaving my CFM heels on.    "If any of
you guys want to be sucked, pick a chair and sit down while I
make the rounds from chair to chair sucking all of those big
luscious-looking cocks.  Anyone not wanting to be sucked, fix
some drinks for us."  No one was shocked when nobody showed any
interest in fixing drinks.

	Since Alex was the boss, I started my circle suck with him.  He
was standing by the staircase leading to the loft of the suite
when I knelt in front of him and took his rod inside my mouth. 
He was about 7 inches and in no time, I had my lips locked firmly
around the base of his throbbing shaft with my nose buried in his
pubic hair.  He groaned and began fucking my mouth and throat. 
But it was my turn to tease the men now.  Just before he shot his
load, I pulled away and moved to Bill Markham's big 8-inch cock.
For the next 20 minutes I moved from one chair to the next,
sucking and jacking off each man.

	One-by-one the men ejaculated down my throat.  I never missed a
drop.  By the time, Greg Malone had emptied his balls, I needed a
break, and the men needed time to recover.  Since Drake was the
host, he fixed the drinks with his sizable 8-inch tool swinging
back and forth in its semi-hard state.  In the meantime, I
retired to the bathroom to freshen up, rinse out my mouth, and
apply more lip gloss as I left most of it smeared over the five
hard cocks I had just sucked off.

	When I returned, the fucking began.  As I expected, Alex screwed
me first as his subordinates and Drake watched and jacked off. 
He wanted me missionary so he could ram his dick into me deep and
hard.  After a few minutes of foreplay, he mounted me and pressed
his cock into my swampy hole.  The squishing sound of his entry
was easily audible as was the even louder squishing of his hard
thrusts into my vagina.

	"OH FUCK YES!  ALEX.  RAM THAT COCK INTO MEEEEEE!! HARDER, BABY.
 FASTER.  FUCK THE SHIT OUT OF MEEEEEE!!!  AAAAHHHHH OOOHHHH
YOU'RE FUCKING MEEEEEEEE.... YOUR BIG COCK'S IN MY MARRIED
CUNT....AAAAHHHHH...  YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!!  GGGHHAAAAA!!!!"

	I came twice before Alex unloaded inside my throbbing hole. 
Every man in the room was now jacking off but trying desperately
to avoid cumming.

	When Alex had finished with me, it was Bill Markham's turn as he
was second in command.  I thought he might turn me over and take
me in doggy position, but he also wanted me on my back with my
legs up so he could pile drive his dick into my hole.

	I got in position on the bed, and Bill mounted me without
foreplay since it really wasn't needed.  Every man was wildly
hot, and I was a total bitch in heat after sucking off five men
and taking Alex's big load up my cunt.

	"TAKE IT, YOU HOT FUCK HOLE.  TAKE MY BIG COCK UP THAT CUNT,
BABY!"

	Bill didn't last long as he was just too turned on and too hot.
Even so, I managed to get off before he filled me with his load.
With two turned-on studs having ejaculated inside my pussy within
15 minutes of each other, my hole was full of semen... so much so
that it was seeping out of my cunt in large blobs.

	"This is too slow," David Hawkens complained.  "Let's do her two
and three at a time.  The rest of us can play with her tits or
clit while we fuck her."

	This time, I did get it in doggy position with David pounding my
pussy and Greg in my mouth.  As they pumped me fore and aft,
Drake rubbed my thighs, squeezed and twisted my dangling nipples
and rubbed my clitoris.  With three men working on me, the
sensations were the most intense I had ever experienced.  I came
again and again... screaming and shrieking as the big pricks
filled me and withdrew.

	"AAGGHH!  AAGGHH!  AAGGHH!  CUMMING!  OOHHHH FUCKKKK!  CUMMING!
CAN'T STOP!  CAN'T STOP... FUCK MEEEEEEE... HARDER...
CUMMINGGGG!!"

	As soon as David and Greg had ejaculated inside my holes, it was
Drake's turn.  By this time Alex's dick was hard again, and the
two double fucked my ass and cunt holes while Bill stuck his cock
in my mouth.  I was "air tight" and cumming repeatedly on their
cocks.

	When the three men all shot off inside my holes, David and Greg
were hard again.  As soon as Drake and Alex had withdrawn their
cocks, David and Greg replaced them with Greg inside my pussy and
David in my ass.  I began to climax almost as soon as they rammed
their cocks into my now widely stretched and gushing holes.

	When Greg and David had shot off, the men were all fucked out...
at least for the time being.  Once more we took a half hour
break.  Fortunately, there were two bathrooms in the suite, and
the guys graciously allowed me to use one privately while they
shared the other one.

	After we had had a light snack from the complimentary fridge, I
began to jack the men off and suck their cocks trying to get them
hard again.  It took awhile, but finally there were five hard
cocks eager to get into me again.  This time my inventive boss,
suggested we do a circle fuck.

	One of the men got on the bed on his back, and I mounted him in
reverse cowgirl position with his cock in my ass.  The other men
kept my legs spread and one-by-one, they would take turns sinking
their cocks into my cunt and mouth holes but not shoot off.  As
the men continued to switch in and out of my holes, eventually
all of them would be so close to cumming, there was no way they
could hold off any longer.  At that point, Drake instructed me to
get on my knees, tilt my head back, and open my mouth while each
guy jacked off all over my face, tits, and into my mouth hole. 
It was incredibly dirty, but also incredibly exciting.

	The men appointed Drake to be the ass man... the guy whose cock
remained inside my ass while the other men switched back and
forth between my cunt and my mouth.  The circle fuck began, and I
began having orgasms almost immediately.  What woman wouldn't
when she's being pleasured by five different cocks at the same
time.

	It took at least 30 minutes before all the men were so close to
cumming they couldn't fuck me again without shooting off.  As
planned, Drake told me to get on my knees, stick out my tits,
tilt my head back, and open my mouth.  I did and promptly got
drenched with five huge cum loads.

	When the circle jerk was finished, Drake took a digital photo of
the result as a souvenir of our erotic evening.

----------------------------------------------

	Although it was only 1 AM, none of the men could get another
erection, so Drake told me I could get dressed and leave.  I knew
Blake would be elated, so I hurriedly took a shower, douched, and
cleaned up.  After fixing my hair and makeup, I changed back into
the original conservative dress I had worn when I left the house.
 Fifteen minutes later at 1:45 AM, I got home to find my husband
still up and hard as stone.

	Even though I had been fucked more times than I could possibly
count, Blake's huge 9.5-inch shaft was a very snug, tight fit. 
He came almost instantly but his erection didn't flag at all.

	"Sorry about that, Darling.  I was just so damn hot."

	"Don't you dare apologize.  I loved it, you hot Stud... and
you're still hard as iron.  Fuck the shit out of me, Lover.  Ram
it to meeeeeeeeee!!"

	He did... several times.  It was 4 AM before we fell into an
exhausted sleep with my husband's luscious dick, now soft, but
still buried in my twitching pussy.

------------------------------------------

	Over the next five months, one-by-one all of the executives of
the corporation fucked me.  Once they had all had me, they began
taking me two or three at a time.  In order to cater to his
administrative superiors, Lawson decreased the frequency with
which he was screwing me from once or twice a day to three times
a week so that the senior executives would have more access.

	In addition to servicing the CEO, the VP's, and Lawson, I was of
the fringe benefits of several of the corporation's important
clients.  Whenever there a new, potentially lucrative account in
the offering, I was the one the CEO and VP's relied on to bring
in the account.  After five months, my success rate was 100%,
which had resulted in four new accounts, each of which was worth
millions to the corporation.

	As a result of the great demand for my services and success in
bringing in new accounts, my salary had risen steadily to $57,000
per year.  In addition, there were the "gifts" the clients gave
me.  These "gifts" invariably took the form of an envelop filled
with cash.  A typical night with three corporate representatives
generally produced an average of $1,000 in "gifts".  At first I
was so stunned by this that I asked Lawson why the men were so
generous.

	"Why are you so surprised, Loni.  You're drop-dead gorgeous and
the hottest woman I've ever been with.  In addition, these guys
aren't spending their own money.  It all comes out of their
corporate expense accounts under the heading of "business
entertainment expense".

	Halfway through my fifth month dating from the day of my
"changed attitude", there was a significant change in our usual
procedures.   I was in the CEO's office, or more precisely, I was
on Hal's couch with his cock fucking me in my ass.  Although now
53, the CEO's cock had lost none of its size or rigidity, and at
the moment, it was rock hard and ramming into me like a powerful
jack hammer driving railway spikes.
	
	After getting me naked, he had put me on my back on the couch
where I had spread my legs obscenely wide and finger fucked my
pussy while he removed his clothes.  By the time Hal was naked,
his cock was already rigid with lust.  Although only a little
over six inches in length, he was really thick.  When he speared
his sex gun into me, I always moaned hotly as soon as I felt his
girth stretching me.  Today, Hal had me on my back with my knees
almost back against my tits as he sank his rod in and out of my
tight ass.

	"UUNNGGHH!  Fuck me.. big hot fuck stick!  Aaahhhhh gawd damn! 
Ram it deep, Hal.  Fuck my hot ass.... aaaahhh... yesss.. like
that... just like that...  Unnghhh god... uunngghh god... oohhhhh
fuckkk ... cumminggg!!"

	My vagina and rectum were still contracting in orgasm when Hal
jerked his rod out, flipped me over onto my knees and then pulled
my ass back so that it was elevated and in position.  I lowered
my head to the couch and moaned when I felt his dick again
stretching my anus and sinking into me.

	After more than 15 minutes of hard fucking, Hal grunted, "Gonna
cum, Loni.  Fill that hot asshole.  Aaahh god... gonna blow your
ass full, Baby.  You ready?"

	"YESSSSSS...  SHOOT IT UP MY ASS, LOVER.  PUMP ME HARD...
UUNNGHH... OOHHH SHIIT... CUMMING NOW!  SHOOT IT INNNNNN!"

	After we rested for a few minutes, I grinned and whispered,
"Want me to suck you hard again, Lover?  I've got another hole
that would love to feel that thick sex gun of yours shooting in
me."

	"And I would love to fill your sexy cunt, but the disadvantage
of being CEO is a huge number of meetings, most of which are
useless and accomplish nothing."

	"Why don't we meet in the evening so you have time to really
give me a long hot fucking?"

	"Oh damn!  I would love that, Loni, but there's a big problem. 
Another disadvantage of having a high profile CEO position is
that a huge number of people know me even if I don't know them. 
If we meet somewhere, it wouldn't be long... no more than a two
or threes times... before someone recognizes me.  After that, my
wife would find out pretty quickly.  Just can't risk it.  I hate
it, but I can't risk it."

	"That's an easy problem to solve, Darling.  We just don't meet
at a hotel or motel.  You come over to my house, park in the
garage where no one will see your car, and fuck my brains out in
the same bed I share with my hubby.  Wouldn't you just love to
sink your big dick into me in my marriage bed, Honey?"

	"Oh my god, yes!  Just thinking about it is getting me hard
again.  But what about your husband?  That's seems really risky."

	"He's travels half the time.  He's a traveling sales rep. 
Always gone.  That's one of the reasons why you're getting to
enjoy his wife, Darling.  Hubby is not doing his sexual homework.
 At least half the time, I'm alone at home in the evenings ...
usually for days at a time.   As Mae West said, "Why don't you
come over and see me sometime, Honey?"

	"Absolutely!!  Count on it!  When's the next time your husband
will be out of town?"

	"He has a four-day trip starting next Monday."

	"I'll be at your place at 8 PM on Monday evening.  Is that Ok?"

	"You know it is, Lover."

	"Then, it's a date."  Hal started to leave, stopped, turned back
and said with a grin, "You know the full Mae West quote?  It's 
'Why don't you come over and see me something, Honey?  How about
Wednesday?  That's amateur night.'   I hope you don't think I'm
an amateur, Loni."

	"Hardly, Lover.  You just got me off three times in 20 minutes.
Besides, Monday ain't Wednesday.  I'll reserve Wednesdays for
some of our corporate clients to whom you could give lessons in
how to fuck a woman."

	When Hal left for his meeting, he had a huge smile on his face.

	From that point onward, Lawson, the CEO, the VP's, and the
clients fucked me at my home in my marriage bed if Blake was out
of town.  When he was home, we had to use hotels, as before.

===============================

Discovery:

	Loni was out for the evening with her firm's executives helping
them entertain clients or prospective clients for her
corporation.  As a result, I was alone again, as usual on such
occasions.  I knew it would be very late before she returned so I
had plenty to time to assess the situation.

	Five months had now elapsed since my wife had first suggested
that the only way we could possibly ride out our financial
firestorm was for her to try her best to improve her salary and
position with her advertising firm.  At first, I was opposed, but
after two hours of discussions, not arguments but real
discussions of all the pros and cons, she convinced me that she
was correct.  It was our only chance.

	Having agreed that she had to try, the discussion then changed
focus to how she could get substantial raises when she had failed
totally to do so over the past year.  The conversation was still
vivid in my memory:

*********************************

	"I don't see how you can possibly accomplish this, Loni.  You've
been trying to get raises for a year with no luck."

	"It's going to be necessary for me to change my attitude,
Darling.  Every time Lawson has come on to me this last year,
I've shot him down in flames, and I took no prisoners in doing
so.  As a result, he no longer even tries.  I've got to change
that if we're going to have a chance.  What do you think?  Can
you handle my encouraging him... probably making out with him?"

	"Making out?  Do you intend to fuck him?"

	"I hope not.  I might be able to string him along for a few
weeks until I meet one of the VPs and then string him along for a
few more weeks until I can switch to the associate CEO and so . 
Maybe I can parlay this into a big salary and keep it long enough
for you to find a position."

	"But you can't be certain of that."

	"No.  I can't.  So... do I give it a try or not?  The idea is to
save our home, our security, your professional career... not for
me to lose the best husband in the world.  So if you can't handle
this, you have to tell me.  I don't want to lose you."

	"Well, obviously, I'm not a happy camper, but there's no way in
hell you are going to lose me.  I don't give up the most
gorgeous, intelligent, caring woman I've ever met, not to mention
the hottest fuck on the planet.  But there's another problem... a
real problem."

	"What is it?"

	"Let's assume for the moment that your plan succeeds.. either as
you hope or by you're having sex with Lawson.  How much
additional income might you obtain?  You're currently making
$27,000 per year.  After federal, state, and property taxes, you
probably net $19,000 with the biggest bite being property taxes.
The monthly mortgage payment is $1,500 or $18,000 a year."

	"I know.  If I don't raise my salary, we'll lose everything as
soon as our savings are exhausted, which is going to be no more
than a few months.  That's the point."

	"Let me finish, Loni."

	"Oh.  Sorry.  Didn't mean to interrupt, Darling.  Go on."

	"Let's say you manage to double your salary within three months,
which I think is very, very unlikely, but let's say you manage
it.  You're now making $54,000, but you're in a higher tax
bracket so after taxes, your take-home pay will be about  $40,000
per year.  The house payment is $1,500 a month.  The payments for
the two cars come to $700 a month.  The payment on our sailboat
is another $400.  Life insurance is another $100 a month, and
health insurance will run $400 a month.  The utilities on the
home vary, but counting gas, electricity, water, phone, garbage
disposal, etc, the average is probably $500 a month.  So our
fixed monthly expenses that we have very little control over are
about $3,600 or around $43,000 a year."

	"But $40,000 will almost cover that, and maybe I can more than
double my salary," Loni had said.

	"It will almost cover it, but we have to eat.  We have to buy
clothes.  Everyone needs some entertainment.  The bottom line is
that we were in great shape with an income of $106,000 a year. 
We can't make it on $54,000, and even that requires that you
double your salary.  You see the problem, I'm sure."

	"Yeah.  I do.  Let's fix dinner while I think some more."

	After dinner, we had again sat down in the den and began looking
at our problem.  This time, Loni had taken the lead.

	"Ok, Darling.  If I can bring my salary up to $54,000 or so
within a few months, do you think we can hang on for six months
by cutting back on the expenses over which we have some control
and pressing our creditors to give us a few months extension
before lowering the boom, so to speak?"

	I had asked for time to do some calculations.  Finally, I
replied, "I think we can hang on for six months... maybe even
seven, but how does that help?"

	"Well, first, we might get lucky by you're finding a good
position during that period."

	"Possible, but not likely.  This depression is so deep, it's
probably going to be a year before I can find a suitable
position."

	"I know, Honey, but it is a possibility, and I know you'll be
giving it your best shot.  But I have a backup plan if that
doesn't work."

	"What?"

	"Do you love me... really love me?"

	"More than life!"

	"Do you trust me?"

	"Absolutely!!"

	"Ok.  Now consider this.  The system is rigged against us...
against all the little people.  The politicians, the bankers, the
power brokers who brought this disaster down on our heads don't
suffer.  You were arguably the strongest, the most brilliant
electrical and computer engineer in your firm, but you were the
first to be laid off while others of far lesser skill got to keep
their jobs and their security.  In my case, I've been stuck at
$27,000 a year for over a year because I refused to spread my
legs for an asshole boss."

	"I know... I know, Loni.  It's not fair, but those are the
rules.  We can't change them."

	"No we can't, but do you know the difference between tax evasion
and tax avoidance, Darling?"

	"What's that got to do with anything?"

	"Just answer my question... please... bear with me... Ok?"

	"All right.  Tax evasion is breaking the tax law in some way to
avoid paying your taxes... such as by concealing income or by
claiming expenses that don't exist.  It's a felony punishable by
huge fines and years in prison.  That's what sent Al Capone to
Alcatraz.  Tax avoidance is very different.  In this case, the
tax laws are obeyed to the letter but they are used in every
conceivable manner to reduced your tax burden no matter how hokey
the procedure might appear to be.  The Supreme Court of the
United States has formally ruled tax avoidance to be legal."

	"Precisely!  You get an 'A' for knowledge.  Now, can you give me
an example of tax avoidance?"

	"Of course.  In fact, I was actually considering such a move
before I was laid off.  I didn't because we were making so much
money, it didn't seem necessary."

	"Go on.  Stop stalling.  Answer the professor's question,
Honey."

	"Let's see.  Tax Avoidance:  Say I set up a corporation called,
"Advertising Solutions, Inc." of which I'm the President, you're
the Vice President.  You then hire my corporation to investigate
the advertising projects for which you're responsible at your job
and make suggestions as to possible solutions.  Of course, you
would be the one developing these solutions but formally...
legally... its "Advertising Solutions, Inc" doing it, which is an
entirely separate legal entity.  Basically, you would be hiring
the corporation as a consultant in your job.  For their services,
the corporation charges you $10,000 a year, which you pay out of
your $27,000 salary."

	"So, what good does that do?"

	Warming to my subject, I had replied, "As a business expense,
the $10,000 fee is totally deductible to your personal income. 
It now appears at corporate income.  The maximum corporate tax
rate is 15%.  Our personal tax rate when we had a combined income
of $107,000 is twice that.  In addition, there are many tax
breaks that can be accessed by a corporation from which
individual tax payers are barred.  Bottom line:  We have avoided
a substantial tax burden by this avoidance procedure, and it is
completely legal.  So do I get an 'A" or not?"

	“No, I’m sorry, but no A for you, Baby.  You get an A+.”

	“This has been fun, but I really don’t see the point.  Care to
enlighten me?”

	“I didn’t think you’d ever ask.  It’s not often I get to
enlighten my brilliant husband. So... back to our problem.  The
rules... the law... the politicians have screwed us over using
their self-serving laws and rules.  Let’s use the laws of the
land, appropriately manipulated, of course, but staying strictly
within the law to kick their butts into the middle of next week.
Tax Avoidance... so to speak.”

	“You have my full attention, Professor.  Go on.  How do we do
this?”

	It had taken Loni almost an hour to describe every facet of her
plan.  At first, some details seemed ridiculous, but the more I
thought about them, the more I saw the sheer brilliance of her
overall plan.  I found myself nodding agreement again and again.

	When she had finished, she sat back, gave me a warm, loving
smile, and asked, “Well what do you think?  Can you handle it or
should we forget it?”

	“I think it’s beyond belief brilliant... and yes, I can handle
it.  Can you?”

	“With your total support, yes... I can handle it.”

********************************************

	Finally, I brought myself back to the present and collected my
thoughts.  I had agreed for Loni to try to raise her salary by
flirting with Lawson, perhaps even making out with him, which I
interpreted to be kissing, petting, and mutual masturbation.  I
had also reluctantly agreed to letting her fuck him if it were
absolutely necessary for success.  But it appeared to me that it
was likely that the situation had gone far, far beyond these
initial agreements.

	After five months, my wife was now spending at least two nights
a week out with the executives of her firm entertaining their
clients.  Lawson was a lower-level section leader.  I doubted
that he was even present most of the time.  Having my wife
fucking Lawson was a bitter pill for me to swallow, but I could
manage it.  Having her fucking a whole crew of executives and a
bunch of clients two and three times a week was beyond the
pale... if that was happening.

	The fact was that Loni had miraculously increased her salary to
$57,000 a year, more than twice her salary five months ago.  I
had never heard of such a thing, and I really doubted that a
section manager like Lawson could bring that about.

	Of course, I was very grateful that she had managed to make it
work as it had given us an additional seven months of grace
before we lost everything.  Because of that additional grace
period, it now looked very possible that we could save ourselves
from financial ruin.  I had just gotten a serious inquiry about
my availability to take a first-rate position at a major
electronics company in Las Vegas when they planned to expand
their staff six months from now.

	Nevertheless, there was no way in hell I was going to tolerate a
wife who was fucking every guy with a hard cock who wanted to
stick it up her cunt... if she was doing that.  In addition,
there was no way I intended to sit idlely by while a bunch of
do-nothing, know-nothing administrators screwed my wife every
time they got a hard on over her.

	In spite of my suspicions, I knew there was a good chance that
none of that was happening.  It was still possible that Lawson
had been able to increase my wife’s salary in return for her
sexual favors... maybe she wasn’t even fucking him, but even if
she was, I had agreed to that.  I had to have more information...
concrete information... that would allow me to prove what was
happening.

	Being a brilliant electrical and computer engineer is often very
useful for things other than just having a great job and making a
lot of money.  My present situation was a perfect example.  If my
wife were fucking all the corporate executives, they were almost
certainly using our home when I was out of town.  It wouldn’t be
the money that would lead to that, but rather the enhanced
privacy so their wives wouldn’t find out what they were doing
plus the incredibly erotic thrill of fucking a gorgeous woman in
the same bed she shares with her husband.  Every guy knows the
hottest fuck in the world is with a married woman.

	Therefore, the first order of business was to rig the house with
electronic video and audio surveillance equipment all connected
remotely to hidden recorders and controlling computer circuits. 
Designing the layout was a piece of cake for an engineer of my
caliber.  I even prevailed upon some of my colleagues at my
former firm to let me borrow some of the equipment from their
stockroom.  So, the expense was minimal.

	With Loni at work everyday, I had nine hours a day to work in
the house.  By the end of the week, I had every reasonable room
in the house under constant surveillance.  If other men were
banging my wife in one of the closets or in the basement on the
concrete floor, I was out of luck, but I doubted that was
anything I needed to worry about.  I even had things set up so
that I could view any of the video/audio pickups remotely if I
were within a of a mile.

	With the house covered, I turned my attention to monitoring my
wife’s activities when she wasn’t home.  Video was a problem, but
audio was rather easy.  Bugging the home phones was a piece of
cake, and one evening while she was asleep, I placed a bug in her
cell phone.

	To obtain audio recordings of my wife’s conversations or moans
and screams, as the case might be, I hid very sensitive audio
pickups in the lining of each of her handbags and then carefully
restitched the fabric or the leather.  I also placed audio and
video pickups in her car.  If anyone fucked her on the back seat,
I was going to have a beautiful video and audio record of every
thrust, grunt, and groan.

	Now, all I had to do was wait to see what happened.

---------------------------------------------

	There was nothing of interest on our home phone recordings, but
I didn’t have to wait long to obtain some information from the
audio recordings of her cell phone conversations.  They were
somewhat cryptic, but it didn’t take much imagination to fill in
the missing pieces.

****************************

	“Hi, Hal.  What’s up?

	“You know what’s up.  The question is do you have some free time
to help me out?”

	“I’ve got my usual with Drake this morning... he hasn’t missed a
Thursday morning in weeks and weeks.”

	“I wouldn’t either.  So what about the lunch hour?”

	“Are you sure that’s enough time?”

	“I’m sure it isn’t.”

	“I don’t think so either.  I can come by at 3 PM.”

	“I’ve got a committee meeting then, but I’ll cancel it.”

	“Great.  See you at three.”

	“How much time to you have?”

	“Blake expects me home at 5:30, so less than two hours.”

	“I think that will do it.”

	“I’ll make sure of it.  Bye.”

************************************
	
	  A little later in the recording there was a conversation with
Lawson.

************************************

	“Loni, this is Lawson.”

	“I know.  Did I forget an appointment?”

	“No.  Not at all.  The Margrave representatives had to move up
their visit.  They’re coming today.  We’ll be making our
presentation this afternoon, and they’ll be staying over until
tomorrow.  Can you get free on this short notice?  They really
would like to see you again.  Paul Jackson said his entire group
is still talking about the great time they all had the last time
they were in town.”

	“I’ll take care of it.  No problem.”

	“What about Blake?”

	“He’s my husband.  He trusts me.  I’ll just tell him the
Margrave reps have moved up their meeting and you need help,
which, after all, is the truth.  I don’t have to tell him exactly
what kind of help you need, now do I?”

	“Great!  You’re a life saver.  See you at 8 PM... the Hilton, as
usual.”

**********************************

	The next message of interest was from the firm's CEO:

**********************************

	"Loni, this is Hal."

	"Hi, Honey.  What me come by your office later today?"

	"I'd love that, but no time today.  What I had in mind was a
party at your place early next week... say on Tuesday.  You did
say that your husband would be out of town didn't you?"

	"Yes.  He has an interview trip.  A party with you or more?"

	"More.  I was thinking of making it a real orgy with you, me,
and the all the VP's.  You up for that?"

	"Sounds great.  Say 8 PM Tuesday evening?"

	"It's a date.  I'll make all the arrangements with the VP's."

**********************************

	There were several more messages of the same nature, and I was
getting tired of listening since most of the messages were
totally irrelevant.  I was just about to turn off the recording
when I heard my wife’s voice at the start of the next message:

	“Hello?”

	Obviously, Loni didn’t recognize the caller from her caller ID.
That was unusual.

	“Hi, Baby.  It’s Big Al.  I’m sure you remember me, Baby.  You
couldn’t get enough.  Remember?”

	“Oh yeah.  I remember.  How could I forget.  Biggest dick I’ve
ever had.  Had trouble walking the next day.”

	“Yeah... lots of chicks say that.  Listen, Honey.  I’m gonna be
in town on Monday to renew my contract with your bosses.  Any
chance of getting together with you... private like?”

	“You staying over Monday night?”

	“For you, I will.”

	“Good.  My husband will be out of town starting Monday morning.
Why don’t you come by around 8 PM.  That work for you?”

	“Oh yeah!  See you then.”

**********************************

	I really didn’t have to make guesses as to what that
conversation was all about.  I checked all the video pickups, but
there was nothing of interest on them.  I hadn’t expected
anything since I had been home every day and every evening since
installing the equipment.  Then it occurred to me that Loni was
going out to meet some Margrave reps tonight.  I could follow her
and maybe learn more first hand.  I could even take a small,
directional microphone with recorder and ear plugs to eavesdrop,
and my hand-held video camera.

	At 7 PM, Loni came out of her bedroom wearing a nice business
suit and carrying her usual overnight bag that she said contained
the contracts, papers stating verbal agreements, and other items
the executives might need during the evening.  “Got to run,
Darling.  The meeting’s at 7:30.  Don’t want to be late.”  She
gave me a warm kiss and hurried out the door for her 7:30 meeting
that I knew was actually at 8 PM.

	I had made my arrangements earlier that afternoon and was ready
to go.  I gave Loni a 15-minute head start before leaving for the
Hilton.  I was wearing a hat, which I never wear, a pair of
horn-rimmed glasses with plain glass lens, which I didn’t need,
and a suit I hadn’t worn in years.  I sat at the bar a reasonable
distance away and hoped Loni would look my way, or if she did,
that she wouldn’t recognize me.

	It was 8 PM on the dot when she entered the Hilton’s Blue Room
wearing a totally different outfit than the one she had had on
when she left the house.  This one was far, far more revealing
and erotic... almost to the point of being obscene.  The “dress”,
if you could call it that was an off-the-shoulder, black thing
with a white and black belt around the waist.  The bottom half
was more like a bathing suit, form-fitting and exhibiting all of
my wife’s legs, which were bare except her for 4-inch-heeled
sandals.  I had never see it before.

	When she reached the alcove where the firm’s executives and the
Margrave clients were seated, she planted one heel on the small
table beside the couch and posed for them.  The entire scene was
cock-hardening.

	She greeted and smiled at each of the Margrave clients.  One of
them rose to his feet and gave her a big hug.  At that point, one
of the VP’s moved to a lounge chair to make room for my wife on
the couch beside two of the clients.  She sat at the end leaning
back with her long, totally exposed legs crossed.  As far as I
could tell, not one of the men were looking at her face.

	The great advantage of a directional microphone is that it
screens out most of the unwanted background noise and amplifies
the sound you want to hear.  All that one has to do is point the
microphone in the right direction.  Of course, I was trying to
conceal the fact that I was eavesdropping so I had hidden the
mike inside my shoulder bag with the business end of the mike
pointed through a small hole I had cut in the side of the bag. 
The recorder was also hidden inside.  The earpiece that allowed
me hear in real time looked exactly like a hearing aid.

	For awhile, the conversation around my wife was routine business
talk... totally uninteresting to me.  Eventually, however, the
man to my wife’s right leaned closer and said, “Am I going to get
my cock into your delicious pussy later tonight, Loni.  I still
remember the last time.  In fact, I’ll never forget it.”

	Leaning closer to the Margrave executive, Loni whispered, “I
remember your big cock just as much as you remember my pussy,
Honey.  I’m ready when you are.”

	“Great!  I was afraid you wouldn’t be available this time.”

	“I’m always available to our important clients, Steven.  If
fact, anytime you’re going to be in town, give me a call on my
cell.  I’m sure we can arrange some time for us to enjoy each
other.”

	At that point, I saw Steven run his hand up the length of my
wife’s exposed thigh.  She opened her legs enough to allow him
access to her crotch.  A moment later, my video camera captured
the sight of his hand disappearing between my wife’s thighs.

	After ordering and getting a second round of drinks, the party
moved to the Blue Room for dancing.  I stayed at the bar for 20
minutes nursing my drink to give them time to get settled before
following.  The subdued lighting inside the club made it
difficult to get a good video record, but it would probably be
good enough to show what I needed for it to show.  Of course, the
audio would still be excellent.

	Over the next hour, every one of the five men danced with my
wife.  Some took a second turn on the floor with her.  Without
exception, they all danced with their hands on her ass pressing
my wife tightly against their hard erections.  Brian, one of the
VP’s with Loni’s corporation, even pulled her top down enough to
remove one her tits, which he fondled and squeezed throughout the
dance while Loni’s ass undulated and humped against his cock.

	Around 9:30 or so, the group moved out of the Blue Room and
walked to the Hilton’s elevators.  As they went, there was a male
hand on each of Loni’s buttocks. Once the elevators doors closed,
I didn’t see my wife again until she came home later than night
around 2 AM in the morning.

	Although, I had no chance to see what was happening up in the
firm’s corporate suite, the hidden audio pickup in my wife’s
purse allowed me to hear some of sounds coming from the suite. 
They were usually muted because of the distance from the mike,
but the sounds were clear enough that no one listening would have
any doubt as to what was happening.

	“... legs up, Loni...  Unnghhh... “

	“ooohhh... in meee..  gghhaaaa!

	“.... fuck her...”

	“get...  my turn... hurry...”

	“I’M SHOOTING IT IN!”  That comment was shouted so loudly, every
word was clear

	“OOMMPPFF... OOMMPPFF... OOMMPPFF... do...  meee...”

	When I listened to the recording later, I found over two hours
of garbled sounds, groans, screams, shrill female shrieks, deep
masculine grunts, and interspersed with numerous uses of the
F-word.

	Even though I now knew for certain that my wife had gone far
beyond just having sex with Lawson, I needed a lot more proof
before I made my move.  So for the time being, I decided to play
my cards close to the vest and pretend I was still totally in the
dark.

	It was past 1 AM before Loni came home.  As I suspected would be
the case, she was again dressed in her conservative business
suit.  “Well, how did it go?” I asked.

	“Lot’s of booze... lots of off-color sexual jokes.  I danced
with every one of the men and got felt up more times than I can
count.”

	“You must be horny then.  Wanna fuck?”

	“What do you think, Lover?  Race you to the bedroom.”  I screwed
my wife three times that night.  She either had a dozen orgasms
or she deserved an Oscar for her performance.

-----------------------------------------------

	On Monday morning, I left the house on what was supposed to be a
four-day interview trip.  In reality, the face-to-face interview
with what I hoped would be my new employer had already taken
place via video conference.  However, I had told Loni that it was
a two-day, on-site interview with a day for travel each way. 
With everyone thinking I was out of the way for four days, I
hoped to get all the evidence I needed.

	The first order of business was to check into a motel two miles
away from our home and set up my computer equipment and make
certain that I could connect to the computers I had hidden in the
attic of our home.  Every thing worked perfectly on the first
try.  I would have been embarrassed if that had not been the case
as it was a trivial electrical engineering problem.

	Once connected, I methodically cycled through all of the video
pickups situated at various points in our home to make certain
every thing was operating perfectly.  If there were any glitches,
I could go back to the house while Loni was at work and fix
whatever was wrong.  As I expected, there were no problems. 
Next, I checked out the audio pickups with the same excellent
result.  Finally, I accessed the recorders and checked their
performance.

	With everything in place, I opened a can of beer and settled
into a comfortable chair with a good book to wait until Big Al’s
scheduled arrival at 8 PM that evening.  The book I had selected
was Tom Clancy’s Teeth of the Tiger.  On the first page was the
underlying theme of the novel:  “If you want to kick a tiger in
his ass, you’d better have a plan for dealing with his teeth.”  I
had to smile at how apropos that was for my situation.

-----------------------------------

	I had a leisurely dinner at a Mexican restaurant and then
retired to my room.  Five minutes later, I was logged into my
surveillance system and ready for whatever might happen.

	About 10 minutes before 8 PM, Loni came out of her bedroom.  The
video pickups produced a sharp, clear image of my wife in her
black bra and panty set and matching black heels.  She looked
like the distilled essence of sex.  As she moved into the den to
wait Big Al’s arrival, her hips swung seductively.

	The video camera in the dining room showed a bottle of wine
already opened and breathing with two glasses sitting
side-by-side on the table.  Our wet bar was open with bottles of
scotch, bourbon, vodka, Tequila, and gin all lined up in a neat
row.

	Big Al was right on time.  As soon as Loni opened the door, he
pulled my wife into his arms and crushed his mouth against hers.
She melted against him, opening her mouth for his tongue.  As his
hands roamed over Loni’s ass, her mound was grinding against his
tented pants.  After more than a minute, she pulled away.  “Wow!
You really are glad to see me, Baby.”

	“How can you tell,” he grinned.

	“That monster hard-on in your pants was a good clue.”

	“Damn woman.  Who wouldn’t get hard the way you look.  You’re
finer than any porn star I know, Loni.  Come on, Baby.  Give Big
Al a show.  Let me see you... all of you.”

	Not only was the video working splendidly, so was the audio.  It
was almost as if I were in the same room with them.  I had
pictured Big Al as being a huge burly guy, black guy.  Instead,
he was tall, but trim and nicely proportioned... overall a
handsome black man... with a huge bulge in his pants.

	When my wife pulled her bra down just enough to expose her
nipples, I zoomed in to get a close up of her show.  As she
hefted her big tits and toyed with her hard nipples, her other
hand slipped inside her panties and began pleasuring her clit.

	My wife’s hips thrust and undulated as her hand continued to
move beneath her panties.  She spread her knees even wider. 
“Take that big dick out, Baby.  Let me see you stroke it while
you watch me getting my pussy ready for you.”

	When Al pulled his shaft out of his pants, I zoomed in to check
him out.  God!  I thought I was big with 9.5 thick inches.  This
guy had me by maybe two inches.  He was just huge.  I had to
wonder if my wife’s cunt and ass could accommodate such a weapon.

	“Oh fuck!  What a cock!” she hissed.  Her hand was now moving
even faster over her cunt.

	“Show me that hot fuck hole, Baby,” Al groaned as he jacked his
throbbing sex spike.

	I switched video pickups just in time to see my wife pull her
panties aside, spread her cunt open, and slide her fingers into
her gaping vagina.  “See anything you wanna fuck, Lover?”

	“Oh hell yes!  Your hot snatch is the only reason I use your
company for my advertising firm.  Love sinking my black dick into
that wet, luscious, married fuck hole.  Do you fuck all the
clients for your company?”

	“No.  Just the important ones, Lover.”

	“What’s hubby say about you spreading for the company?”

	“He doesn’t know, Al.

	“Your boss fuck that hole too?”

	“Bosses, Honey... bosses... all of them.  The CEO... all the
VPs, and my section leader.  But forget them, Lover.  Get naked
and come over here so I can suck that huge dick.”  Loni got on
the couch on her knees and waited for Al.

	Al set records for getting out of his clothes.  Once he had
stripped, his gargantuan shaft stood rigidly erect.  It seemed
impossible for anything that big to be that hard and that rigid.
With all the blood it took to get his cock that hard, it was a
miracle that there was enough left to keep his brain alive.

	I watched, fascinated as my wife took his dick her hand.  It
didn’t come close to being able to go all the way around it.  “Oh
fuck!  I’m gonna suck you, Stud.  Are you gonna shoot in my
mouth?”

	“Absolutely!  Then I’m gonna flood that hot cunt hole.  I want
your ass too.”

	“You’re going to have to go really easy on my ass, Honey.”

	“We’ll lube it really good first.  Don’t worry.”

	“it’s already cleaned and lubed for you, Stud.  But first, I
want to suck you.”

	“Pull your bra all the way down, Loni.  Get those big tits out.”
 Frantically, my wife yanked her bra down her waist as Al mounted
the couch with her and thrust his black tool toward her mouth. 
She had to stretch her mouth as wide as possible to take his cock
inside.  As she sucked him, Al leaned over, pulled her panties
aside and finger fucked her cunt.

	It seemed impossible, but a little more of the big dick was
disappearing into Loni’s mouth on each thrust.  It looked like it
might dislocate her jaw it was so big, but she kept at it until
she had about nine inches of his dick down her throat.  Saliva
was dripping from her mouth as she sucked him.

	Al held out longer than I thought he could, but after 10 minutes
of almost being deep throated, he screamed, held Loni’s head in
place, and exploded his load into her mouth.  The powerful load
spewed out the corners of her mouth, streamed down her cheeks,
and dripped onto the couch.  The video clearly showed Al’s
buttocks clenching and releasing... over and over... as he
emptied one huge wad of semen after another into my wife’s mouth
and belly.

	His cock was still throbbing and shooting when my wife’s hand
flew to her clit.  She rubbed herself rapidly and hard, and just
as Al was finishing, she shuddered in her own intense climax.

	“Keep cumming and keep sucking, Bitch.  Get me hard again,” Al
ordered.

	Loni continued to suck while her fingers probed her pussy.  Her
body vibrated a second time before Al pulled his newly hardened
shaft out of her mouth.

	“Get on me, Loni.  Ride my dick.  Take all it up that hot cunt
hole.”

	Al laid on his back allowing my wife to straddle his thighs in
reverse cowgirl position.  Reaching down, she grasped his shaft
and positioned the head at her opening.  After swabbing the
helmet of Al’s tool through her sex trench several times, she
again centered his cock and worked it into her hole.  I zoomed in
close.  It looked impossible for her to take all of it up her
pussy.

	Slowly, my wife worked her hips downward on the big prick.  Each
time another inch of dick worked its way into her pussy, she
hissed in hot pleasure.  Al wasn’t halfway into her when she
erupted into another orgasm.

	“AAWWWWW FUCKKK!  CUMMING!!  YOU’RE ALREADY MAKING ME CUM, YOU
BIG-COCKED STUD!! FUCK IT... FUCK MY HOLE!!”

	Al jerked Loni’s hips downward planting two more inches of cock
up her contracting vagina.  The black dick was stretching her
cunt into a huge round hole as it punched deeper and deeper into
her body.

	“AAAAWWWWW... GAWD!  UUNNGHHH.... BIG COCK... AAAAHHHHH GAWD...
BANG MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”

	Loni rammed her pussy down on Al’s dick at the same time as he
thrust upward into her hole.  I couldn’t believe it when his ball
sack pressed against her ass.

	Once he had his schlong rammed all the way into my wife, he
stopped thrusting and just kept it buried allowing her to stretch
and adjust to his size.  Even though he wasn’t moving his prick
inside her, she began to shake and tremble uncontrollably in
another orgasm.

	“I can feel that hot pussy cumming on my dick...  Unnghh... what
a cunt!  Ready for a hard fucking?”

	“OHHHH SHIT YES!  RAM MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”

	Al fucked my wife like a runaway express engine for the next 15
minutes.  Again and again, that thick sex gun pumped into Loni’s
cunt... stretching it... making her groan and scream.  After five
minutes of hard fucking, she began to have one climax right after
another... or maybe it was one continuous orgasm.  I couldn’t
tell.  Her body never stopped shuddering and shaking until Al
grunted and emptied his balls into her hole.

	The whole thing was hotter than any porno film I had ever
watched,   There was no way in hell I could resist jacking off. 
As far as I could tell, my load spewed all over my hand, belly,
and chest at almost the same time as Al’s spewed into my wife’s
cunt.

	They took a 45-minute or so break at that point to have some
food and drinks.  Al put on his briefs and my wife slipped back
into her panties.  Even with his briefs on and only semi-hard,
Al’s dick still appeared huge.  It wasn’t long before my computer
screen showed my wife staring at Al’s crotch.

	“I rode you, Lover.  Don’t you think it’s time you rode me?” my
wife said as she rubbed her pussy through her now soaked panties.

	“My thoughts exactly, Loni.   Let’s take this to your bedroom...
the one you share with hubby.”

	“Sexy bastard.  It turns you on to think about fucking me in my
own bed doesn’t it?”

	“It turns me to think about fucking a hot slut like you
anywhere, but you’re right.  Screwing you in your own bed is even
hotter.”

	I quickly switched to the surveillance equipment in the master
bedroom, and a moment later saw them entering the room.  Al got
my wife on the bed on her back.  “Raise that hot ass, Slut,” I
heard him say.  Loni quickly arched her hips allowing Al to strip
off her panties.  As soon as they were off, she pulled her knees
back toward her tits in the classic female fucking position and
waited for Al to mount her.

	Having stretched Loni’s cunt earlier, Al socked his muscular
hips into her sex saddle and nailed 9 inches of black dick into
my wife.

	“AAWWAAAAA GAWD DAMN...  YOUR BIG COCK IS GOING INNNNNN!!” she
howled.

	As I watched Al ramming his shaft balls deep into my wife’s
cunt, I began jacking off again.

	This time I shot off before Al did.  I think Loni had three
climaxes before big sex gun fired its charge into her waiting
pussy.

	Al stayed until past midnight.  Before he left, he had fucked my
wife four times in almost every position they could think of. 
The last two loads Al pumped into Loni went into her ass.   I got
fantastically erotic shots of my wife taking Al’s dick up her ass
while riding his cock in cowgirl,  reverse cowgirl, and doggy
positions.  Judging from her wild screams, she must have had 12
more orgasms before Al’s cock would no longer respond.

---------------------------------------------------

	The following night, the corporation’s President and CEO, Hal
Fredricks, and the six senior Vice Presidents all arrived at my
home between 7:45 and 8:15 PM.  As I expected, my wife was
dressed appropriately for the expected orgy.  All she wore for
the party was a long, dark, fishnet negligee that circled her
hips with front and back panels that covered her pussy and ass
and extended all the way to the floor.  However, the garment
covered nothing as it was transparent.  Loni also wore a matching
halter and 4-inch stiletto heels.

	From all the phone conversations, I knew that Fredricks and the
VP of Loni’s marketing division, Brad Williams, had fucked my
wife many times... maybe dozens or perhaps even more than 50
times.  The other VP’s, Cornell Johnson - Finance, Brian Samuels
- Personnel, Adam McDonald - Production, Vance Tangier -
Purchasing, and Marvin Grayson - Public Relations, were no
strangers to my wife’s cunt and ass, but I had no idea how many
times they had had their cocks in her.

	On Sunday, Fredricks had called Loni and told her to have plenty
of food and drink on hand and not to expect the party to break up
before 1 or 2 AM.  With only one woman to take care of seven men,
I was sure it would last at least that long.
	
	The party started in our den with Loni going from one executive
to another kissing them and stroking their erection.  On the
second rotation, she got their dicks out, and I saw that my
analysis about their erections was on target.  Every cock was
hard.  While each man waited his turn to put his cock into my
wife’s mouth or hands, he got undressed.  By the time Loni was
making her third circuit of the men, they were all naked.

	While none of them were anything close to the size of Big Al’s
huge dick, I was still surprised to see that they were all nicely
hung with cocks varying from what looked like 6 to 8 inches.  The
largest cock belonged to Vince Tangier whose dick was about 8.5
inches and very thick.

	At this point, the men surrounded my wife.  Hard cocks were
poked into her hands, her mouth, rubbed across her tits, or
shoved against her ass as she switched from one man to another.

	The video and audio pickups were working perfectly.  Again, it
was almost as if I were in the room with them, the images on my
screen were so sharp and the audio so crisp and clear.

	About 45 minutes or so after the party started, the CEO
announced that it was time to sample my wife’s ass and cunt. 
Another hour was spent with the seven men fucking my wife one at
a time... some in her cunt... others in her ass.  While the men
waited their turn, they enjoyed the food drink, watched, and
slowly stroked their cocks.

	Cornell was the first guy to use Loni’s ass.  He got her in
doggy position with her head on the mat, straddled her hips, and
drove his 7-inch cock against her opening.  His thick helmet
stretched her hole, and he entered easily.  Obviously, my wife
had cleaned and lubricated her colon before the party, but even
so, Cornell’s entry was very easy.  He was balls deep inside my
wife after just two strokes.  Obviously, Big Al had really
stretched her.  Cornell fucked her steadily with hard thrusts for
about five minutes before slamming in deep and emptying his
balls.

	When Johnson withdrew his cock, Williams mounted her in the same
position, but used her cunt.  He didn’t last any longer than
Cornell had.

	One-by-one, the executives all fucked my wife.  Marvin Grayman
used both of her holes... initially putting his cock into her
cunt but just before shooting off, he pulled out and entered her
asshole where he climaxed.

	The last to fuck my wife was the CEO, Hal Fredricks.  He put
Loni on her back, mounted her missionary style, and screwed her
with hard strokes... each one bringing hot female grunts of
pleasure.

	When Fredricks was in her Loni’s cunt, I zoomed in to get a
close-up of his cock sinking in and out of my wife’s hole.  The
previous loads that had been shot into her were now streaming
down the crack of her ass as the CEO’s prick filled her and
forced the cum outward.

	After the initial round of sucking and fucking, the men began
screwing Loni two and three at a time.  On some occasions, she
had four or five men working on her at the same time... one in
her cunt... another up her ass.. a third pumping her mouth... a
fourth rubbing her clit  and maybe a fifth squeezing her tits.  
I recorded every single stroke, thrust, orgasm, scream, and moan
on my audio and video units.

	The men had Loni on her knees when McDonald thrust his cock into
her mouth.  She gagged when he forced it all the way down her
throat, but she continued to suck him without pulling back.

	With Loni’s ass arched high in the air, I knew someone was
either going to cunt fuck her or use her ass.  Brian Samules
nailed his rod into her cunt while she continued to suck Adam’s
dick.  As the two men screwed her, a previous cum load could be
seen all over her buttocks where one of the men had ejaculated on
her ass.

	As the hours went by, I saw my wife being taken by three men in
several positions.  She seemed to be having repeated orgasms when
they used both her cunt and ass holes at the same time.  It
didn’t seem to matter whether they took her in the tits-down or
in the tits-up position.  She came multiple times in both
positions.

	By the time the men left, every one of the executives had fucked
my wife at least three times, and every one had had his cock in
her ass, cunt, and mouth at one time or another during the party.
 I was certain that I had everything I needed.

==============================

The Sting:

	On Thursday morning, I had just arrived at my office and poured
myself my usual morning cup of coffee when a well-dressed man, I
had never seen before appeared at my door.

	“Mrs. Loni Pallent?” he inquired.

	When I nodded and said, “Yes?”, he approached and handed me an
envelop saying, “You’ve been served Mrs. Pallent.  Good day.” 
After that, he left without saying another word.

	Opening the envelop, I found a legal petition from Blake asking
for a divorce.
A high-profile, well known divorce lawyer, Mr. David Shapiro, was
Blake’s attorney.  Reading further, I saw that the application
cited multiple instances of adultery as the justification for the
divorce petition.  There was a very long list of correspondents
including Drake Lawson, the CEO, Hal Fredricks, all the VPs, and
about 25 additional names I recognized as being many of the
clients whom I had been fucking over the last five months.  At
the head of this list was my most recent such fuck, Al Patterson,
or as I knew him, Big Al.

	I was still staring at the divorce papers when Doris came to my
door and nearly gasped, “Fredricks has called an emergency
meeting of the all the executives and Mr. Lawson.  He also wants
you present.  Now!  In the CEO’s conference room.  You’d better
hurry, Loni.  It sounded really urgent.”  I didn’t have to ask
what the meeting was about.  I already knew.

	When I arrived at the conference room, everyone was already
present.  I took a seat against the wall.  It was my first time
to be present at a meeting of the Executive Committee of the
corporation.

	“Loni,” Fredricks began, “I assume you’ve already received
copies of your husband’s divorce petition.  Is that right?”

	“Yes.  I was served about 15 minutes ago.”

	“Have you read all the particulars of the petition?”

	“Yes.  Blake wants a divorce because all of you have been
fucking me multiple times as well as 25 or 30 of our most
important clients.  I can’t say that I blame him, but I am
shocked.  I had no idea he even had a clue, and I certainly
didn’t think he had the balls to do this.”

	“That’s not all he has the balls to do, Loni.  While you were
being served with divorce papers, I, all the VPs, and Mr. Lawson
were being served with papers announcing a huge lawsuit for
financial damages for alienation of affections... your
affections.”

	“Really?  Can he do that?”

	“He’s done it.  And the suit is against the corporation as well
as against us personally.  The total amount is over $25 million.”

	“That’s totally ridiculous!” Cornell Johnson shouted at the top
of his voice.  “Why are we meeting anyway over this bullshit? 
Let’s turn it over to our attorneys.  They know how to handle
such crap!”

	“Maybe... maybe not, Cornell.  But to answer your question,
we’re having this meeting at the request of Mr. Pallent’s lawyer,
Mr. David Shapiro.  For those of you who don’t know Mr. Shapiro,
he’s the top divorce lawyer in the midwest... maybe in the
nation.  He doesn’t take cases that don’t run into the millions,
and he doesn’t take cases that he’s not damn certain he’s going
to win.”

	“What does Mr. Shapiro want?” Grayson asked.

	“I’m not certain,” Fredricks responded.  “My guess is that he
wants to give us a heads-up about the evidence he has... at least
some of it... and perhaps offer an out-of-court, very quiet
settlement that protects our reputations, our marriages, and the
reputation and profitability of the corporation.  In any event, I
suggest we agree to the meeting and find out.  Any comments?”

	Williams turned to me and asked, “What do you know about this,
Loni?”

	“Not as much as Mr. Fredricks knows.  I just got the divorce
papers 15 minutes ago, and Blake hasn’t said word one about
divorce or anything else for that matter.  I’ve assumed he’s his
usual dumb self.”

	“Apparently not,” Williams noted.  “When does Mr. Shapiro want
to meet?”

	“Now... right now.  He’s out in my reception room waiting for
our decision.  We need to make it.  Are there objections to
hearing what he has to say?”

	“What do we have to lose.  He might tip his hand and help us,”
Adam McDonald noted.

-------------------------------------------

	Ten minutes later, Mr. Shapiro was sitting midway down the long
conference table  so as to be as close to everyone as possible. 
He also requested that I take a seat at the table.  “Under the
circumstances, Gentlemen, I think we will all agree that Mrs.
Loni Pallent is a principal player in this little drama.”  No one
raised an objection, so I sat across from Shapiro beside the CEO.
 Shapiro began:

	“Gentleman, I’m going to come straight to the point.  Let it be
noted that this is a negotiation.  Nothing said in this room can
be later used in a court of law.  If that is not agreeable, then
the meeting is over, and we’ll see you in court.  If it is
agreeable, I require all of your signatures on this agreement,
which I have already signed.”  Everyone at the table signed after
reading the short document.

	“Excellent,” Shapiro said.  “Let me begin.  As all of you now
know, I am acting as Mr. Blake Pallent’s attorney in these
matters.  Mr. Pallent seeks two principal things.  First, a
divorce from his wife, Mrs. Loni Pallent.  Second, a significant
financial settlement for alienation of his wife affections.  I
will address the divorce action first.”

	Shapiro shifted his gaze to me and said, “Mrs. Pallent, against
my advice, your husband wishes to be very generous in this action
in the hope that the divorce may proceed quickly and without
contest.  He is willing to give you sole ownership of the home. 
If you sell it, the proceeds are yours to keep.  Secondly, in
return for your not contesting the divorce, you will receive your
car, all the furnishings of the home, one-half of your mutual
savings accounts, and alimony in the amount of $1,500 monthly
starting when your husband obtains a new position.  Do you
understand this so far?”

	I nodded that I did, and Shapiro continued.   “Good.  Now, I
would like to point out that this is not... I repeat... this is
NOT a so-called no-fault state where all assets in a divorce
action are generally split evenly between the parties regardless
of who is at fault in causing the divorce.  I have tried vainly
to persuade your husband that in view of your outrageous behavior
in having sexual relations with dozens of men including every man
sitting around this table, with the sole exception of myself, he
need not give you one single dime.  With the evidence we have,
any court in the state would so rule.  Take my word for it.  This
is my profession, and I’m very, very good at it.”

	At this point, Fredricks interrupted.  “Evidence?  What
evidence?  What are you talking about?  There’s no evidence. 
NONE!” he shouted.

	“Please, Mr. Fredricks.  I will cover that point, but first
let me finish with this discussion.”

	“All right.  Go on,” Fredricks said grudgingly.

	“Mrs. Pallent, you will shortly see for yourself what the
evidence is.  If it is as I say it is, overwhelming, conclusive,
irrefutable, would you consent to a no-contest, quick divorce
under the terms your husband has offered.  My advice is to take
it.  You may consult a dozen attorneys and they will all tell you
the same thing.  And then, of course, charge you a substantial
fee.  The expense of my advice is being handled by your husband.
So, may I have your answer?”

	“Yes... I will accept his offer.”

	“Good.  That’s a very wise decision, Mrs. Pallent.”

	“That brings us to the second matter... the lawsuit for
alienation of affections.  First, you will note that the
defendants named in the action are the corporation “Advertising
Solutions, Inc.” and the executives officers of that corporation,
the CEO, Mr. Hal Fredricks, and all the senior VPs, Mr. Brad
Williams, Mr. Cornell Johnson, Mr. Brian Samuels, Mr. Adam
McDonald, Mr. Vance Tangier, and Mr. Marvin Grayson, and Mrs.
Pallent’s Section Chief, Mr. Drake Lawson.  The corporation is
named because the by-laws and regulations of the corporation
explicitly forbid corporate officers and executives from dating
their subordinates.  Those same regulations absolutely forbid
sexual relationships between the Executive and other offices and
their subordinates.  In this case, every Executive as well as
Mrs. Pallent’s immediately superior not only engaged in sexual
relations with Mr. Pallent’s wife, your employee, but you totally
failed to enforce the regulations of the corporation, which is
your joint responsibility.”

	“This is bullshit!” Johnson shouted.  “There’s no proof of any
of this crap!”

	“I’m getting to that, Mr. Johnson.  When I finish, I will be
interested to hear what comments you might have at that point. 
Now to continue.  Not only did the Executives and Mr. Lawson
violate corporate regulations, you did so knowingly and
deliberately.  You seduced your subordinate into having sexual
relations not only with yourselves but also with your clients to
increase business.  This was done by offering improper promotions
and salary increases if she would carry out your wishes as well
as making herself sexually available to all of you on a regular
basis, the last time being at an orgy conducted in my client’s
own home during his absence last Tuesday night.”  At this point,
the faces of every man at the table began to lose color.

	“When this action is presented in open court, the evidence,
which I will show you in a moment, will become a matter of public
record.  Your wives will all learn of your infidelity...
repeated... obscene infidelities, I might add.  Remember,
Gentlemen, this is not a no-fault state.  How much of your net
worth do you think your wives will get?  You will all  be lucky
to have left the proverbial pot-to-pee-in.”  The faces of every
man were now ashen.

	“In addition, when the names of all your clients, who are named
in the divorce petition, become public, and their wives learn of
the extracurricular activities of their husbands, they can all
expect to share a fate similar to yours.  How much business do
you think Advertising Solutions, Inc. will receive from those
firms in the future?  Finally, do any of you think that you will
retain your present very lucrative positions after the Board of
Directors of this corporation learns of your actions?”  I thought
I saw several of the men beginning to shake and tremble.

	“Now, several of you wanted to see the proof that we will be
presenting in open court... the proof which your wives, your
clients, the press, and the Board of Directors will be viewing. 
Each of these large manila envelops contains screen captures from
the videos we have of each of you engaging in vaginal, anal, and
oral intercourse with Mrs. Pallent in my client’s own home. 
There are also captures of each of you enjoying carnal relations
with her in your offices.  The CD’s in the envelopes are samples
of the audio recordings made during this meeting.  There are also
audio recordings of sexual couplings with various clients
primarily in the corporate suite... one more piece of evidence
implicating the corporation in this debauchery. The quality of
the video and audio recordings are excellent.  I’m sure your
wives will love seeing your love making skills and hearing your
grunts as you copulate with my client’s wife.”

	At this point, Vance Tangier leaped up from the table and ran to
the executive lavatory.  We could all hear him retching violently
inside.

	“How in hell did Loni’s inept husband manage to obtain all
this?” Johnson yelled

	“Inept?  With all due respect, Mr. Johnson.  I hardly think that
an electrical and computer engineering graduate from the
University of California at Berkeley, who was incidentally the
number one student in his graduating class, qualifies as being
‘inept’, as you put it.  I would venture to say that Mr. Pallent
can probably forget more than the lot of this Executive Committee
knows and not miss it.”  Johnson lapsed into stony silence.

	Fredricks composed himself with not just a little effort and
asked, “So what does Mr. Pallent want by way of compensation to
withdraw his lawsuit and say no more?”

	“That is precisely the reason for this meeting, Mr. Fredricks. 
Happily, I can tell you that Mr. Pallent is not vindictive.  In
his place, I would be, but he is clearly cut from a kinder cloth.
 He does not wish to bankrupt your corporation, nor does he wish
to destroy your marriages and leave all of you bankrupt, but he
does want recompense in an amount that each of you can handle.”

	“How much?” Brad Williams asked.

	“From the CEO, $1.75 million.  From each VP, $1.5 million, and
from Mr. Lawson, $250,000.”

	“That comes to $11 million!” Marvin screamed.

	“Your ability with arithmetic is excellent, Mr. Grayson. 
Gentlemen, the amount is non-negotiable.  And I might say, it’s a
bargain.  In court, he might not get that much, but all of your
would be totally ruined by the divorce actions your wives would
bring.  The corporation’s profits would plummet, all of you would
be fired.  With my client’s offer, your lose relatively little of
your net worth.  The corporation loses nothing... in fact, the
corporation gains a great deal.  Think about it carefully.”

	“You say the corporation gains a great deal?  How so?” 
Fredricks asked.

	“Wouldn’t you agree that Mrs. Pallent’s sexual skills and beauty
have brought millions and millions of dollars in renewed and new
contracts to the corporation as well as providing each of you
with a ... how should I put this... a delightful playmate,
perhaps?  With her divorce, you will now have her sexual services
24/7.  She retains her home by the conditions of the divorce, so
you and your clients can visit her at any time.  She will
probably make up your personal losses in a just a year or two,
and in addition, she does look like an absolutely fantastic
fuck... if you will excuse my language.  I’m going out for a
light lunch.  I will return at 1 PM.  I want your decision then.
If it’s negative, I will file the lawsuit this afternoon.  After
that, no private, secret negotiations will be possible.”

	“This is blackmail!” Adam McDonald screamed.  We may be going
bankrupt, but your fucking, asshole client is going to prison. 
Think about that!”

	“Blackmail?  Hardly.  I assure you everything that has been done
is totally legal.  My client is legally entitled to equip his
private residence with surveillance equipment of any type he
chooses.  He is also legally entitled to include such equipment
in private automobiles.  Finally, blackmail is carried out by
unlawful threats and extortion.  In this case, Mr. Pallent is
operating through the courts of the land in accordance with its
laws.  The courts are here to protect the innocents and the
victims.  He is simply asking for the protection of the court. 
You will not get to first base with your charge of blackmail, Mr.
McDonald.”

	“But it’s the same damn thing!”

	“No, it’s not.  Blackmail is a felony.  Bringing a lawsuit and
negotiating an out-of-court settlement is not.  You have until 1
PM.  I will not take personal checks.  Please have bank drafts or
cashier’s checks ready if you accept.  Good day, Gentlemen.  Mrs.
Pallent.”

==================================

Aftermath:

	As soon as the proceeds from the settlement were safely invested
in fixed-return, principal-protected accounts, $7.7 million after
Shapiro’s 30% contingency fee, I left the midwest and headed for
Vegas where I would have a new position in about five or six
months time.  Shapiro had asked for 40%.  I had simply said, “Are
you going to throw away a near certain $3 million trying for $4
million?  That’s not very bright.  I have always thought Jewish
lawyers were brighter than that.”  He had broken into laugher and
immediately accepted 30%.

	Although I would be unemployed for another five or six months,
the interest at only 3.5% on $5 million was $175,000 a year.  I
didn’t think I would have any problems living on that meager sum.
 Of course, it would have been nice to keep the entire $7.7
million, but I paid the taxes so I would never have to worry. 
Besides, not to pay would be tax evasion, not tax avoidance.

 	In Vegas, I rented a small house for convenience as there was
no rush to buy another expensive home.  The first three weeks in
Vegas were sheer hell.  Even though I was now rich, I was lonely.
 My wife was gone.  I didn’t even have a job to keep me busy.  To
make matters worse, every place I went in Vegas reeked of the
exotic, the erotic, of sex.  I was spending a lot of time making
love to my right hand.

	On Saturday at the end of my third week in Las Vegas, I was as
horny as I’ve ever been.  But I knew how to fix a bad case of the
hornies.  The doorbell sounded at 8 PM.  When I opened the door,
the woman standing there was straight out of every man’s most
erotic fantasies.  She was weariing a tiny, black and white
halter that did no more than cover her hard nipples.  All the
rest of her big tits were on display.  In addition, she wore a
matching garter belt with narrow black garters that supported
thigh-high stockings on an awesome pair of legs.  Her shoes were
pure slut wear.  She had a black necklace about her neck.  Other
than that, she was naked... no panties.  Her delicious looking
cuntal slit could be easily seen between her parted legs.  I
could even smell the musky aroma of her aroused cunt.

	“Are you Blake,” she hissed in a seductive whisper.

	“Yes,” I said struggling to keep my voice from cracking with the
excitement produced by this erotic vision of female sensuality
standing a few feet from me.

	“Well, are you going to invite me in, or have you lost interest
in fucking me, Baby?”

	For an answer, I pulled the woman inside, crushed my mouth to
hers as she returned my kiss with even more fervor and heat.  My
hands were everywhere... on her tits, between the crease of her
delicious ass, in her cunt, on her clit, inside her ass.  She had
me naked in less than minute.  As she ripped off my clothes, I
literally tore off her bra, garter belt, and shredded her
stockings getting them off.

	“Oh god!  WHAT A COCK!  JESUS!  Most guys claim to have 8 or 9
inch dicks.  You’ve got more than that.  How big is it?”

	“9.5 inches... but with you, I’m sure it’s 10 inches.”

	“I want it!  I WANT IT!  NOW!  IN MY CUNT!  FUCK ME!  HURRY!  I
CAN’T WAIT.  FUCK ME!!”

	Picking her up in my arms, I raced to the bedroom, dropped her
onto her back on the bed.  She spread immediately for me, and I
threw myself between her gorgeous thighs.  In just seconds, the
woman’s legs were high in the air jerking back and forth as I
rammed my engorged cock all the way into her cunt, hammering her
hard, driving her ass deep into the mattress.  Neither of us
could stop screaming.

	“FUCK ME... FUCK ME... FUCK ME... FUCK MY CUNT, STUD... RAM
MMEEEE!  UNNGHH!  AAHHHH GOD... WHAT A DICK... I’M ALREADY
CUMMING.... STICK IT TO MEEEEEEEEE!!”

	“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!  TAKE MY DICK, YOU HOT LUSCIOUS SLUT.
TAKE IT!  GONNA CUM... YEESSSSSSSSSSSS!  SHOOTING IT
INNNNNNNNNN!!”

	She exploded three times in intense orgasms before my gun fired
into her hole.  My cock didn’t flag in the slightest.  “Oh god! 
What a stud!  You’re still hard, you delicious bastard.  Can I
ride it?”

	“Hell yes,” I screamed as I rolled us over.  Her hips went into
overdrive instantly.  It seemed like she was cumming every other
time she took my 9.5 inches all the way into her throbbing
vagina.  I only lasted 10 minutes before I again ejaculated into
her tunnel.

	Instantly, she jerked her cunt off my dick and went down on me.
All 9.5 inches immediately went into her throat.  As she deep
throated my rod, she sucked hard and caressed my balls.  A minute
later, I felt her fingers entering my anus.  A minute after that,
I was hard again.

	“Oh fuck yes!” she squealed with pleasure.  Rolling into doggy
position, she hissed hotly, “Ram that cunt fucker up me, Baby. 
Any hole... just stick it in me. HURRY!”

	I had no sooner entered her than she shrieked with rapture.  Her
ass contracted in hard spasms around my deeply embedded cock. 
She had two more climaxes before I came inside her for the third
time in less than an hour.  Then, mercifully, she allowed me to
rest.

	When I had recovered sufficiently, I got up and started
dressing.  “Don’t tell you’re done, Lover.  I want that fantastic
cock in me again,” she moaned.

	“Oh you’ll get it, but first you need to get dressed.  We have
something important to do before I fuck you again.”

	“What might that be, Stud?”

	“We have to go get married again.  There’s a chapel not more
than a mile from here.  Weddings 24 hours a day.”

	“MMMMMmmm... I can’t wait, Darling.”

	We kissed again, this time tenderly... lovingly.  “Welcome home,
Loni.  I can’t tell you how much I missed you.”

	“No more than I missed you.  Come on.  Tell me.  How much did
our plan produce?”

	“See for yourself, Honey.  This is the starting ledger for our
new joint investment account.”

	“My god!”, Loni gasped.  “After taxes and attorney fees,
slightly over $5 million!  If we do nothing but let it sit at
3.5%, we’ll have $175,000 annual income for the rest of our
lives!”

	"That's right!  Have I got a brilliant wife or have I got a
brilliant wife?  Not to mention, beautiful, sexy, and sensuous...
the best fuck on the planet!"

	“I know it must have been awful for you, Honey, but I just
couldn’t think of any other way to save us from financial ruin
and to save your career, as well.”

	“It was unpleasant, but not awful.  The hardest part was
pretending that I didn’t know what you were doing.  Not being
able to talk about it even when we were in private.  At the time,
I understood why you thought it was necessary, but I didn’t
really appreciate it until afterwards.”

	“It was crucial, Honey.  If we had discussed it when we were
alone, sooner or later, one of us would have made a mistake and
given the game away.  In addition, you would never have been able
to fake the degree of anger you had to exhibit if Fredricks and
the VPs  were going to believe it was for real.  Did you actually
get as angry as you seemed to be?”

	“No.  I was a little angry, but mostly, I was just hard all the
time.”

	“I know!  Oh Baby, I’ve never been fucked as hard as you were
fucking me during those five months.   Tell me... I’ve just got
to know... did Shapiro figure it out?”

	“Maybe.  He got suspicious when I wanted to be so generous to
you.  But like we planned, I had to leave you the house and
everything else so Fredricks and company would believe that they
would be getting your services 24/7 as part of the deal.  That’s
probably what sold it as much as anything.  How long did you
continue fucking them before leaving the corporation?”

	"Continue letting those assholes fuck me?  You have to be
kidding.  As soon as the corporation paid the $11 million, I
submitted my resignation.  I wanted to call off the divorce, but
we had to make it look right.   Was Shapiro suspicious about
anything else?”

	“Yeah.  One afternoon, he was looking over all the audio and
video evidence I had collected, and suddenly looked up and said,
“You know, Blake.  You are a brilliant, resourceful guy.  How is
it that for almost five months your wife was fucking dozens of
guys, and you never had a clue?”

	“What did you say to that?”

	“I just said that I guess I was just stupid.  Or more likely
just had too much trust in my wife.  I said it never occurred to
me to question you.”

	“Do you think he bought it?”

	“Truthfully... no.  I think he figured it out.  Primarily
because he saw how much I wanted to make sure you would be in
good shape and still available as a playmate for the executives.
That didn’t make any sense to him.  In addition, he didn’t really
believe I could have been that naive and stupid.”

	“If that’s the case, why do you think he went along with it?”

	“Well, he had three million reasons because of his contingency
fee.  But mostly, I think that crafty guy admired the sheer
audacity and brilliance of your plan.  I think he also figured
out why we had done it.  You know what the last thing he said to
me was after it was all over?”

	“What?”

	“He told me to give you a kiss for him when I saw you again.”

	An hour later, we were married in a Las Vegas chapel.  Our
second honeymoon was fantastic!”

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