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In this chapter, David Donaldson hires a new assistant, and has an
entertaining round of golf with a client and the client's wife.

MMF, MF, Voyeurism, Techno Magic

Feedback welcome, flames ignored.

*...all ideologies are totalitarian. *--* Raoul Vaneigem*
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David Donaldson Chronicles Chapter 7: David Hires a New Assistant and Plays
a Round of Golf MMF, MF, Voyeurism, Techno Magic

   In a down economy any job posting is going to get a lot of applicants,
most of whom are not remotely qualified for the job they're seeking. 
Desperate people do crazy things.  After Heather left my employ to elope
with a former client, I'd spent weeks seeking a replacement.  I did, after
all, have a business to run, and it was tough to do it without any help.

   I called a temp agency and they sent someone to help with filing,
answering phones, etc.  But I didn't feel that it was appropriate to ask a
temp to do some of the other things that Heather did around the office,
like suck my cock, fuck me once or twice a day, and generally brighten up
the place.  The truth was, I missed my little slut puppy.  Of course I had
no one to blame but myself for her departure.

   So, I was still sifting through applications.  I'd whittled the number
down to four - three women and one man.  Two of the women were
20-somethings fresh out of business school.  The man was a retired CPA
whose 401K had tanked.  The fourth, a woman named Julia was a widow who'd
gone back to school after her children grew up and moved away.  She'd
studied Marketing and Business Administration.  I was intrigued by this
woman.  Her name was Julia.

   She was last on my interview list.  She was prompt - a lost virtue for
Generation Y.  We were set to meet in my office at 10:00 a.m., and she
walked through the front door of A2Z Consulting at 9:59 a.m.

   "Hi, I'm Julia Adams," she said, smiling and extending her hand.

   "Nice to meet you Julia, I'm David Donaldson," I replied.  Her hand
shake was firm, her skin soft to the touch.  Her smile was the 100 kilowatt
variety that lit up the room.  I liked her already.

   "Come on in and have a seat," I said leading the way into my inner
sanctum.  I directed Julia to my conference table.  She sat and I took the
next chair rather than the opposite chair.  If she noticed this she gave no
indication.

   I won't bore you with the details of the interview.  You've all been
there I'm sure.  My questions were the same ones that almost every
interviewer asks a prospective employee.  But, I need to tell you about
Julia.  Long blond hair and blue eyes; nice healthy tan; she'd had some
work done but whoever did it had been really good.  She had a nice set of
tits, well-disguised by a tailored pant suit.  Her jewelry and perfume were
understated but obviously of high quality.  Her nails were expertly
manicured.  Her makeup looked professionally applied.  Her perfume was
subtle but present.  She was about 5-6 or so with nice long legs.  I hadn't
had a chance to check out her ass yet, but I was willing to bet that it
went nicely with the rest of the package.  She looked like money.  She also
looked like a lot of fun.  We were soon laughing and sharing life stories
like we'd known each other for years.  She'd made me comfortable with her
within the first five minutes, and I was thinking of the effect she'd have
on clients.  Plus she spoke several languages including at least one
Chinese dialect (Cantonese).

   "Julia," I asked, "why do you want this job?"

   "I'm bored.  I want to do something with my life.  I was a good wife to
my late husband and a good mother to my children.  I didn't work outside
the home while they were living with us, and I was satisfied with that. 
Now, they've moved on with their lives, and I'm alone.  I have an
education. I have talent.  I have energy.  I want to work.  I think I could
be a good fit for you."

   She certainly was easy on the eyes.  I'd have to be careful with this
one or face a sexual harassment suit.  On the other hand, the greater the
risk the greater the reward.

   "When can you start?  If I hire you that is."

   "I could start this afternoon."

   "Good.  I'm generally a pretty good judge of people and I think you're
the one I'm looking for.  If we can agree on a salary, I'd like you to
start tomorrow."

   "You won't regret this Mr.  Donaldson," she said, smiling her killer
smile.

   We talked about her salary - and came to an agreement - and discussed
hours, travel requirements and my likes and dislikes in terms of office
behavior and dress code.  I dress up for work and I expect my staff, such
as it is, to do the same.  She had no problem with that.

   "What you have on today is perfect, Julia," I said, complimenting her
attire.

   "You like this then?" she said doing a slow 360 in front of me.  What a
fine ass and outstanding pair of legs.  Damn.  I could really have some fun
with a woman like this.

   "Absolutely," I said with perhaps just a little too much enthusiasm. 
She gave me a sly smile.

   "Be here tomorrow at 9," I said as I escorted her to the door.

   "Yes sir," she said tossing off a mock salute on her way out.

   She was on my mind for the rest of the day as I wrote letters to the
other candidates letting them know I'd selected someone else for the job,
made phone calls to some prospective clients and some who had me on
retainer.

   I knocked off work early and drove over to the local golf course.  I was
meeting a prospective client and his wife for a round of golf and a
discussion of what I might do for the man's company.  I do a lot of
business on the golf course.  I've always liked golf and having gotten
myself into the best shape of my life along with some lessons, I had a
handicap in the low single digits.  I'd finally sprung for some custom
fitted clubs and wow - what a difference.  Anyway, I got there about 30
minutes before our tee-time, hit a bucket of balls, did some putting and
chipping, and talked to a few friends I saw there.

   Ronald Smith was a big man.  Not fat, just big.  Over six feet tall, he
had the broad shoulders of a linebacker or defensive tackle.  He was
ruggedly handsome with a deep water tan and snow white hair.  I put him at
around 60 or so, perhaps a year or two older.  His wife, his trophy wife,
was a magnificent specimen.  Tall, around 5-10 was my guess, and athletic.
Long legs, a trim waist, medium sized breasts, and a lovely smile.  She had
a mane of platinum hair that looked fantastic.  Her name was Danielle.  She
was clearly much younger than her husband, and I doubted that she was his
first wife.

   They made an attractive couple, wrote the master of understatement.

   "Hey, David...how's it going?"

   "Pretty good so far...but the day is young."

   "Have you met my wife, Danielle?"

   "I don't think I've had the pleasure," I said, taking her hand in a
gentle grip.

   "Danielle," Ronald said, "this is David Donaldson.  I'm thinking of
having his firm do a little training for us down at the shop ("the shop"
being his euphemism for a multi-million dollar software enterprise).

   "It's a pleasure to meet you, David.  Ron has mentioned you,
particularly what a good golfer you are.  Maybe you could teach me a few
things," Danielle said flashing me a charming smile that could have meant
any number of things.

   In my head an inner robot was saying "Danger Will Robinson," and I was
agreeing.  This woman was hot to trot or my name wasn't David Donaldson.

   "It's nice to meet you too.  I don't often get to meet my clients'
wives," I said as we headed for the first tee to begin our game.

   "C'mere pumpkin and kiss my balls for luck," Ronald said holding out a
pair of Nike's for Danielle to kiss.  She did it, and though it appeared
innocent, there was something about the way she did it that threatened to
wake up my trouser snake.

   "Would you like me to kiss your balls for luck too, David?  Ronald won't
mind, will you darling?"

   "Of course not sugar plum.  You've always been free to kiss all the
balls you like as long as I can watch."

   "Well, David, are you going to give me a pair of balls to kiss ...  for
luck I mean?"

   "What kind of fool would refuse an offer like that," I said, chuckling,
trying to laugh it off and pretend it was still innocent.

   I held out two of my favorite NXT's (with my company logo) and she
kissed them.  That was one hell of a kiss.  Trouser snake was wide awake
now and rattling the bars of his cage.  I didn't know how I was going to
manage to play golf with a raging hardon the rest of the day.

   Danielle was wearing very short shorts.  A lot of women can't wear
shorts like that.  On her, however, they looked marvelous.  Everything she
had on accentuated her body's best features.  If Ronald was counting on
using her for a distraction so that he could beat me at golf, it was
working.  My normal draw became a sharp hook into the rough on the left
hand side of the first fairway.  Ronald and Danielle hit drives down the
middle.  They were in a cart and I was walking.  I went to my ball and
tried to concentrate on the shot.  I had a decent lie and was able to hit a
five iron to the apron of the green - I could putt from there.

   Ronald ended up in a sand trap to the left of the green.  Danielle
played her approach just a little short.  I putted to within about a foot
of the hole and tapped in for a par.  Ronald needed an extra stroke out of
the sand.  Danielle's par putt rimmed out for a bogey 5.  I'd gotten lucky
there.

   On the next hole, a long dog leg left par 5, I tried to cut the corner
and shorten the hole.  Normally that would have worked - I'd done it lots
of times - but this time I pulled it a little.  My ball started out looking
good, but slowly curled to the left and appeared to end up in an area of
shrubs and tall grass.  After Ronald and Danielle hit their drives, I went
to look for mine, hoping that I'd find it - I didn't want to lose a stroke
to something dumb like a lost ball.  I thought nothing of it when Danielle
offered to help me find it.

   "That's OK, I can manage," I replied.

   "Two heads are better than one, isn't that right darling," Danielle
cooed to her hubby.

   "Head's always good, babe," he said, laughing at his double entendre.

   "Suit yourself," I said, trudging off into the wilderness.

   Danielle caught up to me and matched my stride.  It had been a while
since I'd been with a woman who apparently had the same inseam as mine.  It
was a bit disconcerting.  So was her lack of respect for my personal space.
She stuck as close to me as a tick.

   "I think it went into these bushes," I said, pointing to a clump of
buckthorn.  If it was really in there it would be nearly impossible to get
out.  I might end up having to take a penalty for an unplayable lie and
still be hitting out of the rough.  Oh well - I wanted to lose the round to
Ronald anyway.  Once I'd landed him as a client, I'd show him what a 5
handicap looked like.

   There was a break in the clump of shrubbery and we made our way through
it.  There was, amazingly enough, a small clear space in the hedge which
wasn't visible from the tee box or even from ten feet away.

   "Isn't this cozy," Danielle said as she wrapped her arms around me and
gave me a big, wet, passionate, kiss.  I was momentarily stunned, but my
body seemed to know what to do even if my brain hadn't caught up yet.  My
arms went around her on reflex and I returned the kiss.  After about 30
seconds of this, Danielle stepped back and grinned at me.

   "You kiss very well, David," she said, her eyes dancing with mischief.
"I'm going to have to see more of you.  If what Ronald told me about you is
true, I'm definitely going to want to get to know you better."

   OK, I got it now.  She'd heard about old Mr.  Johnson and wanted a
sample.  It sounded like Ronald wouldn't mind either as long as he got to
watch.  Well, it wouldn't be a mercy fuck, that's for sure.

   "Only one way to find out the truth," I said, unzipping my pants and
hauling out the prize.

   "Oh.  My.  God." Danielle breathed.  "It's huge."

   "Wait until you see it hard," I said, feeling proud of myself.

   "Mmmmm...I will see it hard, won't I?"

   "Kiss me like that again and you sure will."

   "Later.  We'd better find your ball and get back to the game," she said,
laughing.

   I put myself back together and we looked for the ball, finding it,
amazingly enough, in a place where I could actually play a shot, albeit not
a good one.  I hit a pitching wedge back out to the fairway and was now
just slightly behind the place where Ronald's drive had gone and a little
ahead of Danielle's.

   "Found it, eh?" Ronald asked.

   "I sure did, darling," Danielle said, sweetly.

   I won't bore you with the details of the rest of the round, except to
say that Danielle managed to make body contact with me as often as she
could.  She wasn't too subtle about it.  I played the rest of the round
with a constant hardon and my score showed it.  Ronald beat me by three
strokes, which he was pretty happy about.

   "C'mon over to the house for a drink and a little business talk," Ronald
said.

   "Oh, yes, please come over to the house," Danielle added sweetly,
turning her most seductive gaze on me.

   "What a wonderful idea," I said, looking right at Danielle's tits.

   I took out my cell phone and called home, leaving voice mail indicating
that I would be late as I was with a client.  This was a frequent enough
occurrence that it was not out of the ordinary.

   I followed Ronald and Danielle, or Dani as she liked to be called, back
to their "McMansion" not far from the golf course.  Their Jag went into the
spacious garage and I left the Caddy in the driveway, following them
through the garage (three cars wide, two deep) and through a laundry room
into the kitchen.  Wow - what a kitchen.  Someone here clearly liked to
cook and knew how to organize a space.

   "Nice," I said.

   "Do you like it?" Ronald asked.  "Danielle designed it herself.  She's a
gourmet chef and has gone to all sorts of cooking schools."

   "I cook a little myself.  I'd love to have a setup like this," I said,
thinking that I'd have to start making more money to afford a house like
this one - I intended to pay cash for my next house.

   "Well I don't know about you gentlemen, but I need a shower," Danielle
announced.

   "Great idea hunny bunny - let's all take one.  C'mon David.  This'll be
fun," Ronald said, clapping me on the back in comradely good fellowship.

   This was starting to get interesting.  We went down stairs through a
rec-room type area with an 8 foot pool table, wet bar, and a huge HDTV. 
There was other stuff, but I didn't get time to do much looking.  We passed
into another room that was set up as a home gym (home gym on steroids), and
off of that was a locker room.  As soon as we got there, Ronald and
Danielle started stripping.  I followed their lead and soon we were all
naked.  Ronald had certainly made use of the gym - his body was in great
shape.  I saw him checking me out and noted that my cock was, by far, the
larger of the two.  Then I turned my attention to Danielle.

   Wow.  That doesn't do it justice.  Her body was everything that her golf
outfit had promised.  And, no tan lines - I guessed that there was a
tanning bed somewhere in the house.  My cock was instantly erect and I saw
Danielle staring at it.

   "Oh, my," she said.

   "I think David will be our new best friend, eh Dani?"

   "Oh, my," Danielle said, again.  I thought I might blush.

   "Let's hit the shower," Ronald said, leading us through another doorway
into a kind of group shower space about twelve feet square.  Multiple
shower heads, dispensers for shampoo and soap, several back brushes and
assorted other shower items were conveniently located all over the place.
It was amazing.  I wanted one of these too.

   "Wow.  This is amazing," I said.

   "Watch this," Ronald said, moving to a wall panel with some sort of
touch pad on it.  He pressed a button and water began flowing from all of
the shower heads.  He tapped the pad again, making some sort of adjustment.


   David felt the warm water spraying him from multiple angles.  It felt
good after the 18 holes of golf.  He closed his eyes and enjoyed the
feeling of the water against his skin.  He'd almost forgotten where he was
when a pair of slippery hands began soaping his chest from behind.  The
breasts pressing into his back suggested that he was being washed by Dani.
He kept his eyes closed and enjoyed her ministrations.  She reached around
him and started soaping his cock

   "Oooooo...look honey," she cooed.  "It's a big one.  Do you want to
watch me fuck this big cock baby?  Do you want to see it sliding in and out
of my little pussy?"

   "You know I do sweet cheeks.  I love watching you get fucked.  It's
almost as good as fucking you myself, only not as much work," Ronald said,
laughing.

   He was sitting on a bench against one wall of the shower room, stroking
his cock and watching us with an intensity that I found almost creepy.  Or,
I would have if my brain had been getting enough blood for coherent
thought. Between Dani's soapy tits against my back and her soft soapy hands
sliding up and down my cock, my brain was not getting its normal blood
supply and my thought processes were a bit slow.  One part of my brain that
managed to eek out a coherent thought made a note to address this issue via
the MasterPC at the next opportunity.  Perhaps I'd have to increase my
overall blood supply or something the way marathon runners used to do back
in the days before testing.  But I digress.

   Dani led me, by my cock, over to the bench where Ronald was sitting
still stroking his junk.  She got on her knees next to him, put her mouth
on his cock and started sucking.  This left her lovely heart shaped ass
pointing right at me.  Ronald pointed at it and my cock and I didn't need a
translator to figure out that he wanted me to play hide the salami with his
wife.  I took the hint, straddled the bench behind Dani, and slid my big
old Johnson right up into her cookie.  I didn't slam it in, but I pushed
until I had as much inside her as I thought would fit for now.  She was
tight - at least she was tight for now - and her wet walls clung to me like
lampreys on a lake trout.

   I held myself inside her for a few moments just enjoying the wonderful
feeling of having my cock surrounded by all that warm, wet, girlflesh. 
Then I went to work.  Ronald wanted to see his wife get fucked so I fucked
her.  Boy did I fuck her.  In less than a minute, she was screaming around
Ronald's cock.  Ronald was holding Dani's head in his powerful hands and
moving her face up and down on his dick with some force.  This was a game
that they'd played before, obviously, and she was not in any distress. 
From the way her pussy was flexing on my dick she had to be in a continuous
state of orgasm.

   Ronald was watching me fuck his wife with a rather curious expression on
his face.  His eyes were on me but his mind was somewhere a long ways off.
It was like he was on drugs or something.  I didn't think much about it (or
anything else except my dick in Danny's pussy) at the time, but later I
wondered what was up with this freak.  After about five minutes, Ronald
groaned and his hips heaved up off the bench, burying his dick in Dani's
throat.  I could see her swallowing repeatedly and I assumed that Ronald
was blowing his load of nut sauce directly into Dani's gullet.  His hands
fell to the side and Dani raised her head, the last drops of her hubby's
semen on her lips as they came away from his now rapidly wilting cock.

   Ronald stood up rinsed off and walked toward the door of the shower
room, tossing off a "fuck her all you like, Dave.  Bang her like a cheap
drum.  She's a great cock sucker - make sure she blows you before you
leave."

   And that was that.  I was now alone with a potential client's wife, my
cock buried balls deep in her pussy, and he was just walking away.  This
required an explanation.

   Dani sensed my confusion.  She moved forward, pulling herself off of my
still rampant charger.  She turned around and sat on the bench.  I sat down
next to her.

   "Want to fill me in here?  Where'd Ronald go?"

   "Oh, he's gone upstairs to get dressed, then he'll go into his study and
`work' (I could hear the quotation marks fall around the word) until it's
time to go to bed.  He'll grab a sandwich or something in the kitchen on
the way.  But he meant what he said - we're free to do whatever we like for
the rest of the evening."

   "Really?  That's it?  He wanted to watch me fuck you and now he's going
to work?"

   "Well that's part of it.  He's not working actually.  His oldest son
actually runs the business these days.  Ronald is mostly into watching
internet porn and jacking off."

   "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?  OK, let me get this straight.  A big,
apparently still equipped guy like Ronald with a trophy wife just likes to
watch?"

   For a moment, a sad look passed across Dani's face and was immediately
replaced by a smile.

   "Lucky for us then, isn't it?"

   I wasn't sure that I really wanted to stay here with her.  This whole
situation really threw me for a loop.  I was a bit uncomfortable.  Dani
clearly wasn't.  She leaned over and started sucking my cock like there was
no tomorrow.  The angle was bad for her, so she slipped to the floor and
went to work on me, and I mean went to work.  Then she stopped and looked
up.

   "I hope you have more than one load for me," she said, smiling, before
diving face first back onto my cock.  My dick wasn't ambivalent about the
situation in any way shape or form.  As usual, it was in charge, so the
rest of me just naturally went along.

   I've been sucked by experts.  Dani was certainly without question the
most recent.  Man, that woman loved sucking dick.  She had her mouth on me
and both hands between her legs frigging her pussy to a froth.  She was
squealing like a stuck pig as she worked me deeper and deeper into her
throat.  I don't know how she was managing to breathe.  I considered
reaching down to check her neck for gills and thought better of it.  Then I
remembered Ronald's hands on her head.  Maybe she was one of those women
who liked to be "forced." I put my hands on her head and she moaned.  Well,
there was one question answered.

   I started forcing the pace of her strokes moving her head up and down my
dick faster and faster.  The harder I pushed her the more she seemed to
like it.  My dick sure liked it.  She was taking all of me on every down
stroke.  She'd managed to position herself so that I was going straight in
and out of her throat like a long fuck sleeve.  I could feel her warm
saliva dripping down my balls.

   I could feel the cum start to boil up out of my nut sack and I let it
go. I gave her a one word warning.

   "Cumming!" I said just as my cock began to jerk and spit in her throat.
Her whole body went rigid except for the muscles in her throat, which kept
working my cock as it dumped its load into her stomach.  Perhaps the secret
to her great shape was a high protein diet?  She began to stroke my shaft
and gently squeeze my balls coaxing the last drops of semen out of my
reservoir.  Her mouth and lips worked industriously, sucking and draining
me of everything she could get.  When she was done, she got up, licked her
lips, and stepped back into the shower.

   "C'mon, let's get cleaned up and then go someplace more comfortable and
fuck," she said, as if she was proposing that we go sit on the patio and
drink gin rickeys.  I sat there for a moment, still uneasy about the
situation.  Watching Dani's ass as she walked into the shower spray helped
me get over my cognitive dissonance about Ronald's abrupt departure and
Dani's explanation of it.  My cock, as has been mentioned before, was not
ambivalent about pussy.  The heart wants what it wants and so does the
penis.  Show me a man who doesn't sometimes let his dick do his thinking
and I'll show you a man without a dick.

   "In for a penny," I muttered as I got off the bench and under the shower
spray with Danielle.  We soaped each other and rinsed off.  She showed me
where the towels, thick and fluffy, were stacked and we dried off. 
Danielle took my hand and we walked out of the shower room and down a short
hallway to what I took for a guest room.  It was tastefully paneled and
contained a bed, a dressing room chair, and a night stand with a lamp. 
There was a ceiling fan (man, I hate those things - talk about ugly!) with
a light fixture on it and a television mounted up in the corner of the room
where it would be easy to view from the bed.  A remote lay on the night
stand.

   As soon as we were in the room, Dani closed the door and wrapped her
arms around me.  She smelled of fresh soap and girl sap.  It was a heady
combination.  My cock was trapped between us and pressing into Dani's
belly. Her mouth sought mine.  We kissed.  Her hunger was palpable
desperate.  There was more going on here than met the eye, but I didn't
have the mental wherewithal to investigate or even contemplate the subtext.

   I decided to take control of the sexual part anyway, and I picked
Danielle up and tossed her on the bed as if she was a feather.  She was
impressed.  Then I dove between her legs and fastened my mouth to her
pussy. Cunnilingus is very nearly my favorite aspect of sex.  I love eating
pussy.  I love the taste.  I love the textures on my tongue.  Mostly though
I love how women react when you demonstrate that you know what you're doing
down there.  Trust me, I do.  I've studied it.  I'd asked questions of
various ladies who agreed to talk with me on the subject.  I'm damn good at
it, or at least no one has ever complained.  Perhaps that's not the same
thing.

   Dani sure wasn't complaining.  She had her hands in my hair and was
trying to pull my whole head inside her vajayjay.  I was enjoying the taste
of her juices which were rich and plentiful.  I teased her little clitoris
out of its hidey hole and lapped it for all I was worth, making her squeal
with pleasure.  Her hips were humping up off the bed and her legs would
periodically stretch out straight from her hips, her toes curled in
pleasure.  Oh my, she was definitely not complaining.  I gave her about
twenty minutes of this kind of pleasure and then moved up over her, taking
her legs with me until I had her knees up against her shoulders.

   My cock found the entrance to her pussy seemingly without any guidance
from me, and I shoved it into her all in one long thrust.  All the air came
out of her lungs with a grunt.  And then I went to work.  She wanted to get
fucked?  Great.  I'd fuck the living shit out of her.  I hoped Ronald liked
the idea.  What I didn't know was that he had all sorts of hidden video
equipment in this room.  While I banged his wife "like a cheap drum" he was
upstairs in his "study" watching us from just about every angle possible,
and recording the whole thing.  Later, the two of them would watch and he
would fuck her while they did so.

   But I didn't know that then.  All I knew was that I had a hot live pussy
surrounding my steely member and I was giving it all I had.  And that's
saying something.  My strokes were like jack hammer blows and about the
same speed.  The way I felt I could have used my cock to bust up concrete.
If Dani had been able to get enough breath, she'd have been screaming.  As
it was she could only manage to get out a series of high pitched grunts and
gasps as she fought to get enough oxygen into her system to keep from
passing out.

   No one likes being used.  Sometimes in the past I'd used women as jack
off sleeves.  But I like to think I've become a better man.  Now, however,
I felt like the one being used.  I felt like some high priced sex toy - a
Hitatchi massager?  - that Ronald had procured for his wife.  It pissed me
off.  I couldn't very well go and punch Ronald in the face for his actions,
but I could fuck the hell out of his wife.

   Of course, that's exactly what he wanted me to do.  Unbeknownst to me,
he'd already run off two loads just watching me pork Danielle's honey pot.
She wasn't going to find much left of him to fuck tonight.

   I didn't want to hurt her, of course, and I was monitoring her condition
as much as I could while at the same time continuing to attempt to drive my
dick all the way through her and into the bed clothes.  She was cumming
continuously but the combination of the stimulation and the position she
was in was taking a toll.  I wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer
without losing her.  I briefly considered fucking her into unconsciousness
and then abandoned the thought as stupid and risky.

   So, I let myself go, mentally, and sprayed her insides with another
prodigious load of spunk before letting her legs fall to the bed and
rolling off of her with a satisfied sigh.

   "Oh.  My.  God."

   Those three words were all she could get out for a while.  She repeated
them several times as though each word was a complete thought with a full
stop in between.

   "Oh.  My.  God."

   Danielle lay there next to me covered in sweat.  Her chest heaved, her
tits moved up and down as she fought to replace all the oxygen she hadn't
been able to get when I was nailing her to the bed.  I don't always go pile
driver on a woman, but when I do, the results are spectacular.

   "Oh.  My.  God."

   Every now and then her whole body quivered as if she was going through
some sort of post orgasmic aftershock.

   "Oh.  My.  God."

   I leaned over and kissed her, once, on the mouth.  It was a friendly
kiss.  It was the sort of kiss that says "I had a great time and let's do
this again." Then I got up and went down the hall to find my clothing.  She
didn't try to stop me.

   I eventually got the contract, but I had to fuck Danielle three more
times.  It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.  Some months later, I
received a DVD in the mail containing video of all of my trysts with
Ronald's trophy wife.  Damn.  I should have been a porn star.  Do you
suppose there's a market for good looking middle aged guys with big dicks?
Maybe I'll ask Mark Davis.  

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