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"One Good Turn" - part 1 of 2
  by Omega13


Working as a business consultant has its good and bad
points.  The work's not exactly thrilling, but I happen to
enjoy the travel most of the time. I've met a variety of
people, good and bad, interesting and not.  I've had some
interesting flings on the road, but not as many as you might
think. There's one experience I've had, though, that brings
me a warm, wicked smile even on the coldest and loneliest
nights.

I was looking into the management and administrative
processes of an apparel company that had recently been
bought by investment bankers.  I do a lot of these
"efficiency expert" gigs, and still haven't gotten used to
the suspicious, and sometimes downright fearful, reception I
get from the employees. It's rare, under those
circumstances, that I get particularly friendly with anyone,
and I generally don't even bother to try.  At this place,
though, there were two employees I couldn't help but notice.
All I knew about Trish and Melissa was that they were sales
reps, seemed to be close friends of each other, and were
stone cold bitches to everyone else.

Trish was in her late 30s or early 40s, with the high
cheekbones and slightly weathered, classy but decadent look
of a washed-up model. She normally wore her dark auburn red
hair pulled back in a ponytail to better show off her
features: striking gray eyes, very full (probably
collagen-injected) lips, those cheekbones, and a long,
taut-skinned neck. The lines of her neck, along with
long-fingered hands just beginning to gnarl, were the only
clues that she was past her late 20s, and for some reason
those very features seemed to particularly turn me on as I
watched her around the office. She was about 5'7", but
always seemed taller due to the spike heels she wore to
accentuate her long, perfectly-toned legs. Perhaps her only
un-model-like characteristic was a chest somewhat large for
that profession. I'd guess her to have been around a
36C-23-34, and she tended to wear clingy sweater tops or low
necklines to show off those assets. I suppose I'd have to
say that the altitudinous smirk with which she returned my
casual greetings in the halls seemed perfectly suited to
her, though that didn't make it any easier to take.

Melissa was probably in her middle-20s and stood about 5'2",
though she too favored high heels. She wasn't as lean as
Trish, but not at all heavy. She tended to wear tops that
were cut to show just a teasing hint of bare midriff and
framed a lusciously curvy body I'd estimate as 36D- 26-36.
Her skin was a warm olive, and she had thick, dark, flowing
hair, framing large dark eyes, with a face whose small
features could best be described as "cute", and whose
habitual expression could best be described as "vacant".

The little office gossip that I did manage to pick up tagged
both women as self-absorbed and lazy, but natural
manipulators and back stabbers, I tended to see a bit more
of Melissa around the office, and what of casual
conversations I overheard amply proved her to be at least as
much of a shallow bitch as her friend, if perhaps somewhat
less worldly.

So naturally I, during the long, boring spells that
punctuated my working days, lusted feverishly after both of
them.

As my assignment wound down my clients asked me for my
opinion of the performance of a senior executive named Lou.
I told them, honestly, that I thought he had been doing a
good job in spite of a lack of support from other
executives.  A few days later Lou showed up at my cubicle
after hours to say that he had heard about my comments
through back channels, and that he was sincerely thankful
for my support. Because of it, he felt he would survive a
pretty intense period of political infighting at the
company.

"Just doin' my job, sir", I chuckled.

"I know," replied Lou, dead serious, "But that's all too
rare these days, and I really want to thank you somehow."

I've been offered bribes before, but usually before making a
report, and I'm not in the habit of accepting them. My
professional reputation is essentially my livelihood, and I
don't like to risk it over a few bucks or a vacation
somewhere. I've got plenty of frequent flyer miles. I looked
at Lou skeptically, and joked, "But I hardly know you, and
you're not really my type."

"Damn it, that's not it!" he replied, "I really feel I owe
you my job, and I want to repay you somehow."

Still trying to joke my way out of the awkward situation, I
offered, "Well, you could always arrange me a threesome with
Trish and Melissa..."

That broke the tension for a moment. Lou laughed out loud,
as did I, until he suddenly stopped.  His brow furrowed, and
there was an awkward silence until a nasty smile spread
across his face.

"You know, those cunts threatened me with a harassment suit
a while back when I confronted them about their expense
account padding. Looking the way they do, if they didn't
consider themselves above doing a little work, and shook it
a little more for the buyers, they'd probably be good sales
reps. As it is, they're the least productive reps we have,
but they stay on with fat bonuses because they're choice
pieces of ass and first- class manipulators. But if you're
really hot for those twats, and in spite of everything I've
said I can't say as I blame you, then maybe we can work a
little scam."

The very thought made my heart race, no matter how absurd it
seemed once I thought about it. "But... how?" I managed,
puzzled.

He thought a moment, the gears I could see turning in his
head reassuring me that this guy was as good as I'd
represented him as being. "I'll make sure they
"accidentally" see a "confidential" memo from the board,
asking you for your final recommendations on the sales
force: Who to make the Directors of our two new Regional
Sales Divisions, and who to shitcan."

"But I'm not consulting on the sales force..." I offered,
cluelessly.

"We know that, but those bitches don't!" he snapped, now
grinning more evilly than the Grinch himself. "This is
ideal. I've heard rumors that they've "entertained" some of
the management here before when they thought it could
benefit them. Problem is, once they've got their hooks in a
guy, they usually turn it into blackmail as soon as they
can.  But you'll be gone in less than a week.  If they ever
figure out they've been had, it won't even matter."

I was firmly in the clutches of wishful thinking now, and I
could practically taste both of the sluts. "You really think
they'll buy this?" I asked.

"Trust me, all I do is dangle the memo, and they're more
than mercenary enough to take over from there."

The next few days passed uneventfully. I didn't see Lou or
Trish or Melissa around the office, and figured that my
"reward" would amount to nothing. I wasn't really surprised,
I guess, my disappointment was real enough that I was glad
to be distracted from it by the late nights I was working to
get the notes and pieces I'd need to get my report into
shape.

By lunchtime of my last day I had pretty well focused on my
work. At least until I heard a soft-voiced "ahem" at the
entrance to my cubicle.

There stood Melissa, leaning against the wall section, a
hint of navel showing between her blouse and skirt. She
licked her lips and said, "So, I hear you're leaving?"

"My flight's tomorrow morning. I'll be filing my report
about a week later." I hoped at first that the growing bulge
in my pants wasn't too obvious, then I hoped that maybe it
was.

She brushed her hair back in the obvious seductive
affectation of a high school girl. "Well, if you don't have
any other plans, we were kind of planning a party for
tomorrow night. Maybe we could make it a farewell party?"

"Well, I had kind of planned on turning in early," God! What
made me so cocky all of a sudden? But the look of concern on
Melissa's face was priceless. She took a step forward,
standing over me in my seat with her exquisite breasts
oh-so-close. There was something particularly erotic about
the transparentness of all her sophomorically seductive
moves.

"We were really hoping to see you. We... my friend Trish and
me... we had kind of wanted to get to know you for weeks,
but you always seemed so busy. Can't you at least come by
for a drink?"

I had never heard whining sound so sexy before, but I
couldn't bear to push my luck any further, "Well, I guess
so...  Where's the party?"

She smiled and passed me a slip of paper, taking care that
her silky fingers touched mine as I took it. "Nine o'clock.
You don't need to bring anything," she purred, and walked
bouncily out of the cubicle.

I arrived at the apartment about 10 minutes late, owing to
some communication problems with the cab driver. I swallowed
the Life-Saver I'd been sucking to ward off dry mouth, and
rang the buzzer.

"C'mon in!" I heard in what I supposed was Trish's voice,
having not heard her say more than three words during my
whole stay at the office. I entered the mood-lit and
unusually warm apartment, closing the door behind me.

"Have a seat" came the same voice from the kitchen, slightly
huskier and less girlish than Melissa's, but equally soft
and sensuous. "Do you prefer red or white wine?"

"Red, thanks." I sat on the plush sectional, taking in the
obviously pricey, modern furnished apartment, and even
slipped off my shoes to sink my toes into the plush carpet.
I actually got so distracted as to be appalled at what I
figured it cost, but what I saw next refocused my thoughts
in an instant.

The two women glided in from the kitchen. Melissa, holding
two glasses of red wine, was dressed in a sheer black silk
teddy with fuzzy trim. The studded leather collar around her
neck was connected to a long chain leash.  Trish, holding
the leash, followed just a step behind, looking even more
imperious than usual in her spike heels. She was dressed
solely in a tight black satin and leather merry widow over
the top of which her nipples peaked.

Melissa bent waaay over to place my wine in front of me, her
cleavage practically tumbling out of her teddy. She sat on
the edge of the couch and finished her glass, her dark eyes
meeting mine as she licked the rim.

"We couldn't bear the thought of you leaving before we got
to know you," purred Trish. "We weren't sure you had gotten
the right impression of us."

"Well," I began, being careful to steady my voice, "I'm sure
we can remedy that."

"And you'll be as good to us," Melissa cooed, "as we are to
you?"

"I don't know if that's possible, but I'll surely try," I
chuckled, my briefs tightening rapidly and my eyes
overwhelmed wherever they rested.

Trish tugged on the leash, and Melissa squeaked faintly as
she slipped to her knees on the floor beside me. "Melissa
will be your personal fuck slave tonight," she explained,
her voice honeyed by her obvious pleasure in pronouncing the
words. Melissa repeatedly averted her eyes in feigned
shyness, but they kept returning to mine.

She licked and bit her lips and played with the bow at the
top of her teddy as Trish continued. "She must fulfill your
every wickedest and filthiest desire, and I strongly
encourage you to use her in the hardest and dirtiest ways
you can imagine, as a sleazy little whore like her should
be."

I reached over and took Melissa's chin in my hand, running
my thumb over her moist lips (full, but likely more natural
than Trish's) and drew her closer. I looked up to see Trish
sit on the arm of the sofa, watching us intently and
casually fingering her crotch as I felt Melissa kiss and
suck on my thumb.

I drew Melissa closer, and took her face in my hands. 
Leaning down to reach her, I ran my tongue over those silky
lips until she returned my kiss hungrily. She seemed almost
sweet as our tongues played and she moaned contentedly.  I
knew that to get away with being such bitches most of the
time, both these chicks had to know how to turn on the honey
when they wanted something, but I hadn't begun to suspect
how good they were at it. Of course, it wasn't quite all
insincere. Both of them obviously got off on being utter
sluts, and while I'm no movie star, I don't imagine I was
the worst chore they'd ever undertaken.

Melissa unbuttoned, more like tore open, my shirt as we
kissed, and I forced her face down to my hairy chest. As she
pulled at the hair and tongued my nipples I watched Trish
watching us, grinning slyly, her breathing growing deeper as
her fingers slipped under the crotch of her merry widow.

Guiding Melissa to her feet, I ordered her to strip and show
me the body I'd been imagining for weeks now. She looked
into my eyes and breathed deeply as she untied the bow and
shook off the teddy, revealing that it hadn't quite been all
she was wearing. My eyes grew even wider than they already
were at the sight of the chrome-studded black leather
harness that wrapped tightly around her, crossing between
her gorgeous, full, and apparently natural breasts, binding
her round, silky ass, and uniting at a steel ring just above
her navel.

"Do you like it, master?" she teased in her girlish voice,
"Can I be your slut? Will you fuck me like a dirty whore?
I've wanted that sooo long. Every day I saw you..."

I looped a finger through the ring, pulling Melissa towards
me, slowly. Extending one leg between hers, I reached up
with both hands, grasped those heavenly tits, and buried my
face between them as she sat down on my knee. I caressed and
kneaded her exquisite jugs roughly, just as I'd fantasized
for so long. I sucked at her wide, dark aureola, pinched at
her large, rigid nipples with my teeth and fingers, and
seemingly rubbed my face over every warm, silky inch of
them.  All the while she moaned her approval, gasped what a
filthy cunt she was, and ground her by-now- sopping pussy
against my thigh, soaking my slacks through to the skin.

I looked over to Trish as Melissa continued to ride my leg.
"I like having an audience," I said, looking cockily back
into Trish's arrogant eyes and tugging at the leash she
still held, "especially with a piece of ass this fine, but
you're not planning on staying on the sidelines all night
are you?"

"I like Melissa to warm up my men for me" she replied,
flashing her trademark smirk, "and I like them to warm her
up for me, too". She pulled a bag from behind the couch, and
drew a pair of fur-lined leather cuffs from it, handing them
to me as Melissa looked on. I placed the cuffs around
Melissa's wrists, watching the mixture of discomfort and
excitement on her face as I buckled them tight and fastened
them together.  She brushed my cheeks with her fingers and
kissed me deeply before I pushed her back and hooked her
shackled wrists to the harness ring at her waist. Her
restrained arms pressed the sides of her tits, exaggerating
her already impressive cleavage nicely.

"I'll show you warmed up," I grunted, pushing Melissa off my
leg and forcing her to her knees on the floor. I'm not sure
how to describe the hot feeling that began to fill my chest
and head except as pure, animal lust. Winding my fingers
through Melissa's dark, curly tresses, I pushed her face to
my crotch, grinding myself against her.  I fumblingly
unfastened my belt as she gasped and mouthed hungrily at the
bulge in my pants. Pulling my pants and briefs down in a
single motion, I released my rigid cock at last, and rubbed
head, shaft, and balls roughly over Melissa's helpless face
as she moaned hornily and tried to catch them with her mouth
or tongue.

Melissa's cuffed hands clutched at my pants, and I stepped
out of them as Trish slipped out of her merry widow, the
appearance of her round, perfect, and almost certainly
artificial breasts distracting me briefly from my slave's
attentions. My eyes hungrily took in every inch of the other
body I'd been fantasizing about for so long, and it was
apparent that my near awestruck lust only amplified Trish's
arousal. She took a large and apparently heavy white dildo
from her bag, drawing it lingeringly up her thighs, between
her breasts, and over her whole body.

"It's marble," she sighed, "Always cool to the touch, until
we work on it awhile". She might have added that it was
anatomically correct, carved with every vein and contour in
the very shape that a 12" cock would be.

I tried not to think of who must have modeled for it, and
abruptly shuddered as Melissa's yearning tongue tickled my
asshole. Reminded of the wicked little slut already at my
mercy, I pulled her head back by the hair and waved my cock
inches from her pouting lips. "Beg for it, Missy, my slut!"
I snarled. Word around the office had been that she hated
being called "Missy" because it sounded too immature, or
like a bimbo's name. Under the circumstances, it seemed
perfect.

"Please, master," she panted, "Fuck my dirty mouth!" Her
dark eyes sparkling, she puckered her lips and silently
repeated her plea.

I drew her closer, savoring the sensation of those soft,
moist lips on the head of my cock, sucking gently but
hungrily. Then with a deep growl I thrust forward into her
mouth. I felt, more than heard, her moan around my rigid
organ as she took it in greedily. My thrusts quickened and
deepened, and her throat relaxed with what could only be a
well-practiced ease to draw me in all the way to the hilt.

"Ohhhh, Missy!" I sighed in exaltation, "My pretty little
whore!" I tingled at the sensation of her tongue under my
cock each time I drew back to thrust again. I felt the warm
curves of her tits and the nails of her struggling fingers
brushing against my legs, but my eyes remained locked on her
face, her half-closed eyes, and especially those velvet
lips, as I began to drive rhythmically into her
oh-so-willing mouth.

I clutched Melissa's hair and fucked her face deeply and
passionately, grunting with each stroke and savoring her
every ecstatic moan. Trish watched for a while, her cruel
smile widening, and rubbed her pussy against the fearsome
dildo she clutched. Finally she kneeled down behind Melissa,
and looked up at me, rubbing the dildo over her lips to
gloss them with her own juice.

"Isn't she just the cutest little bitch?" asked Trish, now
brushing the head of the obelisk in her hand lightly,
teasingly, against Melissa's pussy. "Don't you just want to
fuck the hell out of her?" She emphasized "fuck" with a
fluid-sounding thrust of the marble phallus deep into
Melissa's dripping cunt. Melissa gasped in surprise, and
gagged a bit on my next few thrusts before regaining her
composure, but Trish's assault obviously excited her all the
more. Her moans and squeals of pleasure grew more intense as
we drove mercilessly into both ends of her at once.

Trish snarled and muttered a stream of filthy encouragement
that I could barely make out, so caught up was I in the tide
of my own lust. She spanked Melissa's ass sharply, and
occasionally bit at it as she worked the dildo in our
slave's dripping cunt. Occasionally she shifted it from one
hand to the other, licking and sucking Melissa's juice off
her fingers with thirsty delight. After a while she withdrew
her tool, and began to slide it between the cheeks of
Melissa's ass, making her shiver with anticipation. Then
Trish drove the slick marble cock in with a twisting thrust.
Her vicious drilling produced a cacophony of sounds from
Melissa, from shrieks to sobs to cries of "Yes!" and
"More!", all muffled by the cock with which I passionately
screwed her mouth.

Even if it hadn't been over a week since I had so much as
whacked off, a few minutes of these sights and sensations
would have pushed me to the limit. As my sweat fell like
rain on Melissa's sweet face, I could feel myself nearing
the brink. But, Trish apparently sensed my limits, and
suddenly gave an abrupt jerk to Melissa's leash, pulling her
off my cock. She fell to the floor coughing, the marble dong
falling from her ass with a thud. I was left standing,
sweaty, gasping and weak-kneed.

"Not so fast, Missy, you greedy little cunt," chuckled
Trish, obviously also enjoying calling her by her "slave
name". "What makes you think you get to taste his load?"

Melissa looked up with a schoolgirl pout and pleading eyes.
"There's plenty to go around, no need to fight," I
interjected, regaining my composure.

Trish smiled at my assurance, and drew closer on her knees,
helping the still shackled Melissa back upright. "There'd
better be," she purred, "We're working up quite an
appetite."

Trish reached over to take my balls in one hand, caressing
them with her long, moist fingers as she directed me with
her free hand to turn. As I did, she took Melissa by the
hair, and forced her forward, burying her face between the
sweaty cheeks of my ass. "Rim him good, slut, or you won't
get a drop!" she hissed.

"I want it bad," I heard, in Melissa's muffled voice, before
her enthusiastic moans resumed and I felt her tongue begin
to lap the sweat from my crack and probe my anus urgently. I
can't say I had ever even been curious about anal
stimulation before, and I was surprised at how much I
enjoyed it then. I spread my cheeks and pushed back against
Melissa, expressing my pleasure with guttural sounds and
commands to "Do me, Missy you dirty whore! Tongue my ass
clean!" Trish watched her for a while, chuckling and forcing
her deeper while toying with my balls, before shifting
around in front of me.

She looked up with her crystal gray eyes, and grasped the
still steely shaft of my cock. I cradled her face in my
hands and gazed upon its somewhat drawn but classically
beautiful features as she stroked me. "Every drop," she
whispered, and began to run the head over her improbably
full lips. I gasped as her sucking deepened and Melissa's
tongue flicked faster. I had backed up a bit from the brink
during our brief pause, but now I was careening back towards
it at high speed.

I clutched Trish's ponytail and began to fuck her mouth
hard, as I had Melissa's. She didn't deep throat me, but
kept her hand stroking my shaft as she sucked. I watched my
cock poke at the insides of her cheeks, listened to her
long, low, undulating moan, and felt the nails of her free
hand dig into one cheek of my ass as Melissa slurped loudly
between them.

Before I lost all control, I resolved that it was poor,
long-suffering Melissa who deserved my
sure-to-be-considerable-after-over-a-week load. Pulling my
cock slowly and carefully from Trish's ravenous lips, I
looked her in the eyes. "I want to switch back and forth
between you sluts," I panted, and turned around, grabbing a
handful of Melissa's hair with one hand while keeping ahold
of Trish's ponytail with the other. "Oh, yes master," gasped
Melissa, her dusky skin shining with our mingled sweat, as
she gave one long lick along the bottom of my spit-coated
cock. Our eyes met through the tangle of hair matted across
her face, and she silently mouthed "Please-cum-in-my-mouth,"
before beginning to suck me with renewed abandon. At the
same time, I pulled Trish slowly forward into my ass. I felt
her tongue move in several long strokes up and down my crack
from my back to my balls before beginning to dart into my
anus, and I pushed demandingly back against her gorgeous
face.

Just then I felt myself reach the point of no return. I
gasped heavily as my balls tightened and the waves of
ecstasy built at the base of my spine, and pulled both women
tight against me by their hair. I saw Melissa's eyes grow
wide, and heard her squeal with her own anticipation just
before the first gush of cum erupted from my cock. That
first shot seemed to surprise her with its force, and she
pulled back a bit as the subsequent pulses flooded her mouth
with hot cream. She struggled in her harness and cuffs while
her moans of pleasure built to a muffled shriek. As cum
trickled from the corners of her mouth, and I figured she
had about all she could hold, I pulled from her lips and
squirted strings of cum across her face and into her flowing
hair. My orgasm lasted longer than even I had expected,
until Trish finally made her way around and grabbed my now
sensitive cock just in time to startle one last gush out of
me, painting a milky stripe from her hair down to her neck.
She puckered her lips around the head, and sucked the waning
trickles of my seed from my cock, coaxing them with her
tongue. "More, give me more" she murmured.

It had surprised me a bit that Melissa had not swallowed my
load outright, but I saw now to my delight that she wanted
to play with it. She opened her mouth to let me see how much
it held, and let a flood of it roll over her lips, down her
chin, and onto her tits in the process. "Give me some!"
Trish commanded, stretching out on the floor and opening her
mouth. Melissa obliged, leaning over her mistress to let
long strings of my jizz and her own spit trickle down all
over Trish's face and hair. Trish smeared the mess around
and licked her fingers before reaching up in frustration and
pulling Melissa down by the hair for a long and gooey
cum-swapping kiss.

I sat slumped on the couch watching the two in fascination
as the two licked and slurped my cum from each other's
faces. Melissa mouthed me a silent "Thank you, master" with
sticky, glossy lips as Trish lapped cum from her cleavage.
I've never been known to do many "encores", but so erotic
was the spectacle before me that I wasn't all that surprised
to feel myself starting to become physically aroused again
already.

Trish eyed me intently, her hair still tied back but a bit
wild and matted with sweat and cum. She smiled as Melissa
licked sperm from the hollows of her mistress' collarbone.
"That was a wonderful warm-up," she chuckled.


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