Quid Pro Quo by RLM
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Quid Pro Quo: Something for something
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The Riseners:
As his wife prepared breakfast, Mitchel Risener was sitting at the
kitchen table reviewing his lecture notes for his 9:30 class in electricity
and magnetism. Although not yet highly paid, Mitchel truly enjoyed his
position as a newly-tenured, associate professor of physics at the state's
land-grant university. It was challenging, but very satisfying work to
teach young students how to use and appreciate knowledge that was already
known and then, at a more advanced level, teach them how to discover and
create new knowledge through research.
Mitchel wasn't the only one in the family who had recently been
promoted. His wife Tricia had just been made Associate Director of Public
Relations in her company. Her new position carried totally different
responsibilities that those she had had as the executive secretary for the
PR division. All she did in that position was handle the extensive paper
work and financial accounts associated the PR division's activities. As
Associate Director, she was responsible for a significant amount of the
advertising and entertainment required to attract and retain the company's
important clients.
Of course, with her additional responsibilities, there was additional
work, travel, and financial compensation involved. Since Mitchel's salary
as a junior faculty member was not sufficient to meet the couple's needs,
the additional salary her new position provided was highly beneficial. As
Mitchel and Tricia enjoyed their breakfast, they eagerly discussed the
challenges of their new positions.
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"How many students do you have in your classes this semester, Mitch?"
Tricia asked knowing that the number of students was a major factor in the
her husband's work load.
"In E and M, the enrollment is 42, and in my graduate statistical
mechanics course, there are only seven, so it shouldn't be too hard a
semester for me. I think I'll have more than enough time to work on
research."
"That's sounds great, Honey. However, I hope you set enough time aside
to take care of your wife's eager pussy."
"You know you don't have to worry about that. I'm just worried that
your new responsibilities are going to be interfering with our love life."
"I am going to have to work harder and travel some, but there's no way
I'm going to let that interfere with the time I need to enjoy your big
cock, Lover."
"I hope not. Are you going to have to travel any time soon?"
"Yeah. I think so. The executives are going to be visiting Dalmar
Industries later this month, and naturally, they want to wine, dine, and
entertain the Dalmar senior staff, so I'll have to go along and make all
the arrangements. But it shouldn't take more than two days. Just long
enough to get you hot and horny for my homecoming."
"How do you know one of the sexy coeds in my class won't volunteer to
take care of that problem while you're gone?"
"Because, Darling, you are the original Mr. Straight Arrow, faithful
husband. That's why I love you so much."
"You know me too well, Honey."
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Job Responsibilities:
I hadn't been in my new position as Associate Director of PR for more
than three days before I discovered my new responsibilities involved things
I didn't even know were involved with PR and business. All of that came to
light during a meeting with Greg Masterson, the Director of PR and my boss.
We were going over the planning for the upcoming visit of our chief
executives to Dalmar Industries later in the month when he outlined my job
assignments.
As soon as I had entered Greg's office, I could almost feel his eyes
roaming over my cleavage and the portion of my legs that could seen below
my short skirt. Naturally, I had wanted to please my new boss, and his
reaction was every thing that I had hoped it would be when I selected my
clothes for the day.
He motioned for me to take a seat in front of his desk, and when I did
so, my short skirt rode much higher on my legs... so much so I could feel
the cool air on the bare flesh above the tops of my thigh-high stockings.
With no sign of embarrassment or attempt to hide his interest, Masterson
checked out the addition expanse of leg I was now showing.
When he raised his eyes from my thigh to my face, he smiled broadly.
"Wow! I just knew I had recommended the right person for the associate
director's position. You're not only smart and creative, you're also
gorgeous. Love the outfit. I hope you make a practice of wearing
something similar all the time. However, as much as I would enjoy
continuing to enjoy your gorgeous legs, we do need to get some work done."
"You're the boss," I replied. When Greg raised his eyebrows slightly at
my remark, I flushed a little at the implied implication. It certainly had
been unintended on my part, but I had already said it and decided to just
let it ride.
"I know you've only been on the job for two days, Tricia, but I've
always believed that the best way to learn any job well is to jump right in
and start doing it. You'll make some mistakes at first, but you'll learn
from them, and master the job just that much faster. So let's get started,
shall we?"
"I agree. So, what do I need to be handling for the meeting with
Dalmar?"
"Great attitude, Tricia. We're going to make a great team, you and I.
Well, I'll be taking care of all the transportation arrangements along with
the hotel and dinner reservations. I'll also be coordinating with our
counterparts at Dalmar to set up the meeting schedules, the agendas, and
who's to be at each meeting."
"Ok, but what does leave me? Do you need help with any of those items?"
"Probably not. They're all rather straightforward. But don't worry
about not having enough work. Actually, I'm giving you the hardest parts
of the job. Of course, you can enlist help... you don't actually have to
handle every thing personally, but you are responsible for all areas I
assign to you. Understand?"
"Absolutely. So what do you want me to handle?"
"Basically, all of the entertainment we're going to provide to attract
Dalmar's business. You need to find out what shows are available and
arrange for tickets. Find out the favorite night clubs of the Dalmar
executives by contacting their PR personnel and make reservations... get
the best tables. If there is a show or if there are strippers, make sure
we have tables very close to the action."
I laughed. "How close is close?"
"Close enough to kiss their tits or lick them," Greg replied. "Talk to
the club managers. I'll go over your budget with you so you know how much
you can offer as persuasion. I think you'll be amazed at the size of our
entertainment budget for these things."
"Ok. Got it. What else?"
"The hardest and the most important part of the entire visit. You need
to set up and hospitality suites... get two large suites... and you also
need to reserve some single rooms near the hospitality suites where our
guests can go for more privacy."
"You won't do that when you make the hotel reservations?"
"No. I'll be reserving rooms for all of our people. The hospitality
suites and rooms are on a different budget that's your area of
responsibility. But I haven't gotten to the hardest part yet."
"Wow. You certainly know how to overwhelm a girl, Greg."
"Really. I had hoped to overwhelm you, but in a different way," he
grinned.
"I'm married," I replied, but with a smile. I had no intention of
freezing my boss out at our first meeting.
"I know. I used to be but I'm divorced now. But let's finish this and
then you can ask as many questions as you like to make certain you have
everything straight. Obviously, the hospitality suites and private single
rooms are pointless unless we have some really good escorts available for
our guests. It's incredibly important for our business that the women be
classy and top-flight... well-dressed, but sexy and hot at the same time.
We need to be certain that we have enough of them and know that they are
reliable. To ensure that, we have a list of escort agencies we have
developed over the years that you can use for starters. Of course, you're
free to modify the list as you gain more experience."
"Do I deal directly with the women or with the agencies?"
"With the agencies. You negotiate the fees with the agencies. They
deal with the women. You should study our past negotiations to gain a
feeling for the best rates and so on. Understand?"
"Crystal. What about selection of the women. Does the agency make the
selections or do I select?"
"That's your call. You can interview and select the women yourself or
let the agency do it."
"I'm pretty sure that I could to a better job of selection than the
agencies."
"Really? They have more experience than you by far... at least at
present, they do."
"True. But I know what men like in a woman, and I have a vested
interest in making certain that they get what they want so we attract more
business. If you don't mind, I'll like to at least participate with the
escort agency people in making selections."
"Not at all. Go to it, Honey. There are only two things that matter
... how much new business do we attract and how well do we retain our
current customers."
"It doesn't matter how much I spend?"
"Within reason, no. With respect to the escorts, those expenses are
paid in cash that never appears on any accounting ledger. I'll give you a
listing of past expenses so you can sort of calibrate yourself."
"So how do I access the this cash fund?"
"I keep the petty cash fund, as we call it, in my wall safe behind the
center painting on the side wall."
"An entire safe full of cash?"
"No, not everything in the safe is cash. We use it for any materials
that need to be kept secret and in a safe place. Cash is just one item."
"I probably should tell you that I'm sort of shocked that the company
spends so much on hiring escorts."
"Why? Sex sells. Surely you know that, Tricia?"
"Yeah, but I didn't think it would be quite this open."
"Oh. It's not open at all. We don't speak of this outside this room at
all. This is strictly private between you, me, and the executives of the
company. Got it?"
"Crystal."
Later that evening when Mitch asked me about my new job
responsibilities, I told him almost everything, but omitted the fact that I
was in charge of hiring escorts and for the hospitality suites. I also
didn't mention anything about the private rooms off the suites that I was
responsible for arranging.
My husband's comment was, "Well, you certainly seem to have a very
important and responsible position for your company, Honey. I'm sure
you'll be great. Be certain to let me know if there's ever any way I can
help."
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I spent the next two days making arrangements for the suite
reservations, the food the hotel would be providing for those suites, and
for the private rooms. I was surprised at the magnitude of the discounts I
was able to obtain, which far exceeded anything an individual could ever
expect.
When I called my counterpart in the PR division of Delmar Industries, I
was pleasantly surprised to find it was a woman, a Mrs. Gail Thompson.
After introducing myself, I got down to business.
"As you know, Mrs. Thompson, the executives of my company will be
holding a two-day meeting with the top management of Delmar. My job is to
arrange the entertainment for the evening. I'm hoping that you can provide
some information about what shows and clubs are favored by your management
along with any other advice you think might help me."
"I know exactly what you need, Tricia. May I call you Tricia? It makes
working together so much easier. And please, call me Gail"
"Of course. Please do, Gail. Frankly, I'm new to this job and this is
my first attempt. I'm really nervous about fouling up."
"Don't worry, Tricia. I'll tell you everything you need to know. I
make calls myself to other PR executives all the time, and they always help
me out. We're sort of a closely knit group, if you catch my drift.
Anyway, there's a new play in town, "Glenda", it's really a hot item, but I
can arrange for you to get a dozen prime seats at the performance on
Saturday night. It's almost an X-rated play, and everyone is raving about
it."
"Sounds perfect. Will 12 tickets be enough?"
"Yeah, but in case it isn't, just tell the theater manager how many more
you'll need. He'll provide them... for a premium. You do understand what
I mean by a premium, don't you?"
"A little cash under that table?"
"Precisely. You'll also want to reserve two large tables close to the
stage at The Hot Spot. The club features hot young strippers. A lot of
the executives will prefer that to the play."
"Ok. Do the strippers go all the way? I might need to alert any of the
female executives."
"I'm sure they already know, but to answer your question, the women all
strip down to garter belts, stockings, and heels... and then do erotic
floor work."
"I understand... thanks. Anything else I need to know?"
"Well, yes. Are you also in charge of arranging for the escorts at the
hospitality suites?"
"Yeah. Is there a problem?"
"No problem, but there is something that you need to take care of. Some
of the top management here have bi wives who enjoy playing. Be certain
that at least some of the escorts do women as well as men."
"I would have never thought of that. Thanks... a lot!"
"No problem. Give me a call if you need anything else... advice or
whatever."
After making the arrangements for the theater tickets and the drink
charges and table reservations at The Hot Spot, I was again surprised at
the discounts that I got. When I asked Greg about all the discounts, he
just shrugged and said, "Well. Why not? We've provided them with a ton of
business over the years. If they don't provide great discounts, they know
we can and will shop elsewhere."
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It was the afternoon of my fourth day on the job when I began calling
the escort agencies. As soon as they learned of my company and my area of
responsibility, I was immediately connected to either the owner or manager
of the agency who couldn't be more courteous. In every case, they wanted
me to make on-the-spot decisions about how many women I would require and
for how long. To all of these requests, I responded that I wanted to set
up an appointment to come by the agency to see photos of the women and
negotiate prices. While they were disappointed, they did accommodate my
request in every case.
In the end, I decided to visit at most two agencies. Not surprisingly,
they were to two largest and most successful escort agencies in the city.
The general manager of "Evening Bliss" came out of his office to greet me
when his secretary announced my arrival for our appointment. His eyes
actually seemed to light up when he saw me.
"Come in, Mrs. Risener. I'm Travis Margrave, the Executive Manager for
Evening Bliss". Would you like something to drink? Perhaps some coffee,
tea, or a soft drink?"
"Can you prepare a Tom Collins?"
"No problem." Travis flipped a switch on his desk. "Gloria, would you
please bring Mrs. Risener a Tom Collins and a scotch and soda for me."
"Yes Sir," a soft feminine voice responded.
"Now, I'm informed that you're in charge of setting of the entertainment
in the hospitality suites for your company. Is that correct, Mrs.
Risener? And is that assignment to be permanent?"
"I'm the new Associate Director of the PR Division... so yes, I expect
it to be permanent... at least until I'm either fired or promoted out of
the job. And please, call me Tricia. Mrs. Risener is just too formal.
May I call you Travis?"
"Please do. Well, let's not have this formal desk between us, Tricia.
Shall we sit on the couch while we discuss your needs and enjoy our
drinks?"
"Of course," I replied. When I took my seat, I made certain that my
skirt rode even higher on my thighs. Travis stared hungrily.
It was a moment before Margrave could get him mind off my tits and legs
and back to business. "So, what do you need, Tricia?"
"Some beautiful, uninhibited escorts to staff our hospitality suites
next Friday and Saturday nights... say from 8 PM until 2 AM. I need for
some of them to be interested in women as well as men, and I would like an
assortment of blondes, brunettes, and redheads. I would say probably seven
or eight women each night."
"That will be expensive but otherwise, not a problem."
"I want to see photographs and pick the women."
"Ok. If they are not already booked for next weekend, I'll make the
arrangements and see that they're there and pick them up after the evening
ends at 2 AM... unless they've made .... eh.... how should I put it....
other arrangements for the night."
"That's sounds perfect. Now may I see photos of the escorts you have
available?"
"Of course." Margrave hesitated as his eyes once again roamed over my
body. "You know I'm been in the escort business for 10 years and this is
the first time I've ever dealt with female associate director of PR... not
to mention one who is just drop-dead gorgeous." Margrave's eyes again fell
to my legs and heels. "I'm partial to women's legs and bare feet. If I
could see more of you, I could give you a very good price that would look
great on your record."
"Let's look at the women first... then we'll discuss the price."
Margrave nodded and rather reluctantly got up and brought a large photo
album over to the couch where he opened it on the table in front of us. "I
even have the blondes, brunettes, and redheads in separate sections in
alphabetic order... blondes first."
"Very efficient," I said with a smile as I began looking through the
photos. "I need to know any restrictions these women have... are there
any who won't do women... or blacks ... or anal sex... or groups? I'll
pick out the ones that I like and then you fill me in on their limitations.
Ok?"
"Yeah. Go ahead," Margrave said as his eyes were again checking out my
tits and legs.
As I flipped through the pages, I made notes. "This woman, Starr, looks
voluptuous and like she's up for nearly anything. I think a lot of guys
would really go for her. And this one here... what's her name...
Serena... is young, sexy, with nice tits and a very pretty, shaved pussy.
Any limitations on these two?"
"Those two do anything except Starr doesn't go for women, but otherwise,
you're dead on. She's wild in bed. Gets huge tips that are often more
than her share of the agency fee."
"Ok. Let's go with Starr and Serena. How about this woman? She looks
slutty... some men like that."
"Yeah. They do, but she can be a real bitch. If you got a guy who
likes to be humiliated, she's the woman for you."
"Forget that." I turned more pages when some photos of one of the most
gorgeous women I'd had ever seen appeared. "My god! Who's this? I've
never been with a woman, but for her, I might make an exception."
"That's Elvita. She Argentine... hot as fire. She doesn't just fuck
men... she drains them. But she's expensive."
"The best always is. Is she available?"
"Yeah. She is. I knew you'd want her so I checked before you arrived."
After another hour, I had selected two fiery redheads, Fonda and Felica,
and two sultry brunette, Gwen and Sandra. I figured these seven women
could take care of about 30 men without any problems along with however
many women wanted to be serviced.
"I think those seven will take care of my needs this time. Of course,
I'm sure you realize that we're really talking about a lot of future
business from my company if these women are as good as they look and if the
price is right."
Margrave nodded and did some arithmetic on a pad. When he finished, he
tore off the sheet and handed it to me. "This is the total fee for both
days, delivery and pick up included."
I laughed. "Honey, that's more than you charged my predecessor last
month for 8 women."
He was surprised that I knew that, but he covered as well as he could.
"Well, yes. But there's inflation, you know."
"Not in one month. In any case, if that's your best offer, I have
another appointment with 'Heavenly Escorts' tomorrow. I was going to
cancel it, but if you can't offer a better price, I won't."
"All right. Damn, but you're tough. I'll forget inflation and give you
the same deal I gave your company the last time."
"That was for 8 women. I only picked 7. And I'm not looking to match
my predecessor; I'm interested in beating him."
Margrave nodded and quickly did so more calculations. "How about this?
It's 90% of the price last time since you've only asked for 7 escorts."
"Honey, 7/8 ths is 87.5%, not 90%. But I need a better deal than 87.5%
of the price last time."
"What's in it for me?"
"You said you really liked my legs and that you have a thing for women's
legs and feet. Why don't you check mine out and see if you can reduce the
price even more." Extending my leg into Margrave's lap, I didn't have to
tell him what to do. In a flash, he was removing my heel and running his
hands over my bare foot and leg.
"Oh my god! You're just unbelievably gorgeous. Anytime you want to a
job as an escort, call me. Please! I guarantee you that you can make a
lot more in a couple of months with very little work than you make in a
year in your present position."
"I'll think about it, Travis. Why don't you check out my other leg and
foot? I think you'll like one as much as you do the other." I turned on
the couch to face Margrave, and extended my other leg and heel. A minute
later, my heels were lying on the floor and my skirt was hiked all the way
up to my ass. Margrave's hands were feverishly exploring my legs and feet.
In the process, he spread my legs more than enough to give him a good view
of my thong-covered pussy. His erection was more than obvious and looked
to be larger than my husband's cock.
"Now, what's the price? Your best offer this time. No more nonsense.
Give me the bottom line."
"Can I fuck you?"
"Not now. Maybe on Saturday night when we're visiting Dalmar
Industries. I'll be out of town then and won't have to worry about my
husband. But, I'm not making any promises. The only promises I will make
is that if I don't get a good price, I'm going to take my company's
business elsewhere."
Travis was still stroking my legs and thighs when he moaned, "You said
two promises... what's the other one?"
"Meet my price and at the very least, every time we meet, you can enjoy
me a little more than you did the previous time."
Quickly, Margrave scribbled down another number... this time much lower
than he had offered my predecessor. "That's much better, Honey. I think
we have a deal."
"Wait. You don't get that price yet. I want to see your big tits and
play with them."
"Maybe next weekend... like I said... maybe you'll get to fuck me and
I promise you can enjoy my naked tits."
"No deal! Tits now or forget it! That's fair, dammit! I'm so dammed
hard, it hurts."
"I guess that's right. Fair is fair, and you did give me a very good
price." It only took a moment for me to pull my top off my shoulders and
lower it to my waist. My 32D tits thrust forward...naked... the nipples
hardened by all the erotic teasing I had done.
"OH FUCK! NO BRA! GOD! I've never seen such a huge rack on such a
small frame. Jezzz!" In a moment, he was behind me, his arms circling my
shoulders, his hands cupping and hefting both of my tits. His fingers
sought out and found my hard, erect nipples. He squeezed them.
"AAAaahhhhhh... uummmmmm!:
Margrave twisted them... one clockwise... the other nipple
counterclockwise.
"Uunngghhh!"
His hand pushed my tits together...separated them... and pushed them
back together. "God! What a tit fuck you would be. Shit... I want my
cock between these big tits!
His large hands covered my tits and squeezed bringing hissing moans of
pleasure from my lips. Margrave's hips were humping against my butt
grinding his erection into my ass crack. "Bend over, Tricia. I want to
fuck you."
Quickly, I pulled out of his grasp. "No way, Honey. Not now. I told
you. Maybe... just maybe... you'll get lucky later. Now draw up the
contract, and I'll sign it before I leave."
"Please! I'm so fucking hard! Don't leave me like this." Margrave
unzipped his pants and pulled out his raging erection. It was big! really
big. About 8 thick inches... at least an inch and a half longer than my
husband's and thicker. It did make my pussy throb, but I had never cheated
on Mitchel, and I wasn't about to start with this guy. But obviously, I
couldn't tell him that or he would withdraw his great offer.
"Take off another $500, and I'll jack you off."
"No. At least suck me off!"
"I'll compromise. I'll jack you off but you can shoot into my mouth.
I'll keep it open for you. Deal?"
"Yes! Hurry. Jack me! Keep your tits out."
Kneeling in front of him, I wrapped my hand around his throbbing shaft.
As soon as I touched it, he groaned. His shaft expanded even more and
throbbed.
"AAahhh fuck... jack meeeeeeeee," he groaned. "Keep your mouth open!"
It was obvious that he was so hot and hard that it wouldn't take more
than a minute to make his dick shoot. In fact, it took less than 30
seconds. When Margrave exploded, it was like a machine gun shooting cum
bullets into my open mouth. One after another hard jets fired in. I
desperately wanted to finger my clit and cum with him, but I knew if he
pulled my thong aside and fingered myself, this hot stud was going to fuck
me whether I wanted it or not.
Before his orgasm abated, Margrave had shot a dozen streams of cum into
my open mouth.
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Dalmar Industries:
My husband had been suitably impressed when I told him about all the
discounts I had gotten on the suites and play tickets. Naturally, I didn't
say anything about the escorts, much less how I had gotten the price down
to the lowest ever paid by our company. Greg had been more than surprised.
The plans called for us to leave for the Dalmar Industries trip early
Friday morning of the following week with our return planned for Sunday. I
had gone over every detail of the entertainment a dozen times trying to be
certain that there would be no glitches. Finally, Greg had grown weary of
my worrying.
"Come on, Tricia. Give it a rest. Everything is perfect. Relax.
Let's enjoy ourselves on the trip knowing that we've done a great job for
the company."
On Thursday night, as soon as dinner was over, I asked my husband to do
up the dishes while I took care of some important business. As I knew he
would, he nodded and told me not to worry. He'd take of every thing. He
always had. I had no doubt that he always would.
I took me almost 15 minutes to do my make up and slip into the tight,
form-fitting, mesh panty-hose that I had purchased at Victoria's Secret
earlier in the week. Although they were listed as panty-hose at
Victoria's, the garment wasn't like any pair of panty-hose I had ever seen
before. The outer portions of both legs and thighs were essentially bare
in that they were covered only by the pink straps that held the hose
together. The mesh was so open that my pussy and clit could be easily seen
through the openings. When I put on my black platforms with 5-inch
stiletto heels, I might as well have had a flashing neon sign over my head
announcing my wet and very ready pussy. When I looked at my reflection in
our full-length mirror, I was stunned at how totally slutty and wicked I
looked.
I had purchased the erotic outfit, which was easily the sexiest thing I
had ever worn for my husband or anyone else for that matter, because of my
four-day business trip that was starting the next day. I felt like leaving
him home like I was going to do was really a mean thing to do just because
of a job. Needless to say, I was hoping Mitch would consider tonight
enough to make up for it.
I could hear my husband putting the dishes into the washer as I slipped
quietly into our game room. With my 5-inch heels on, I had no trouble
putting my left knee up on the surface of our pool table with my other heel
planted on the floor. Bending over the table, I arched my ass high hoping
that the position fully exposed my cunt. I had to grin when I realized I
was now thinking of my pussy as my cunt. "Cunt" was the only proper word
for it when a woman wears an outfit as slutty as the one I had on.
"Honey," I called out. "Could you come into the game room? I really
need your help. Please hurry!" I heard a dish breaking that Mitch had
obviously dropped in his rush to come to my aid. As his footsteps grew
closer, I bowed my back arching my ass even higher.
"What is ... OH MY GOD!"
"Please hurry, Baby. I need your big cock in my hot wet cunt hole. My
clit is so swollen and hard. Your slutty wife needs to be fucked! Now!"
I didn't have to ask twice. When I heard the sounds of shoes hitting
the floor and pants being unzipped, I mounted the pool table and bent over
in doggy position with my ass right at the table's edge and thrusting high
in the air. "Can you see my wet fuck hole, Darling?"
"OOohhhh god! Wet Fuck Hole! God! Do you have any idea how hot and
hard it gets me to hear you talk like that? It's always been a fantasy for
me. I love it!"
"MMMmmmmm... Not going to be a fantasy any longer, Baby. Your slutty
wife's clit is so fucking hard it feels like it might burst open. I need
cock, Lover. Now! Just look at how wet and open my ass and cunt holes
are!"
"I'll get the lube. Just take minute."
"Forget it. I always keep my asshole cleaned and lubed for my lovers. A
woman can never be certain when a guy is going to decide to use it. Sink
that big dick into my asshole! Give it to me!"
Mitch held my hips and pressed his swollen cock head against my anus. I
relaxed and thrust back against him. "OOOhhhh gawd damn... big fucking
cock.... aaahhhhh.... push it into meeeeee... uunnnghhh... hot
Bastard... uunngghhh! OOOHHHH FUCKKKK... IT'S GOING INNNNNNNNN! RAM
MEEEEEEEEEE, STUD!"
Mitch's thick seven-inch dick stretched my ass open. When I relaxed my
sphincter, four inches of meat slid into my rectum. I hissed in hot
pleasure. He jerked my hips back at the same time as his hips thrust
forward. Two more inches of cock entered.
"GGGHHHAAAAAAAA!!! YOU'RE FUCKING ME IN THE ASSSSSSS!!" I screamed as
he withdrew all but two inches and then rammed all seven inches back into
my waiting rectum.
I had two intense orgasms on Mitchel's dick before he screamed that he
was cumming. Almost before the words were out of his mouth, he was
throbbing and ejaculating thick streams of semen into my bowels. Working
my sphincter on his jerking shaft, I milked him... more, but less
powerful, spurts pumped into me. "God...so good," I thought. "Why did I
wait so long to be hot woman for Mitch? No more!" I punctuated my resolve
by squeezing his tool with my ass until he was groaning with the intensity
of the sensation and had to withdraw.
"Jesus! What a fuck! That was out-of-this-world fantastic!" my husband
gasped. It was music to my ears.
Turning, I quickly took hold of his tight balls and covered his still
jerking shaft with my mouth. I took four inches on the first thrust and
after two more, had Mitch's cock all the way down my throat.
"Stop! STOP!" he yelled. "It's dirty. Let me go wash it first."
"Cleaning it is my job, Lover. So shut up and let me do my job. Just
fuck my mouth hole and get hard again. I need this big dick up my cunt."
In less than five minutes, he was hard as stone and wild to get into me.
"Your cunt! YOUR HOT WET CUNT! I WANT TO FUCK IT... I NEED TO FUCK
IT!"
"Let's take this to the bedroom, Stud. I'm going to drain you, Baby."
As soon as we were in the master bedroom, I pushed my husband onto his
back and went down on his cock again. He was already hard, but I wanted
him hard as a rock. It only took a few minutes of sucking to get him that
way. Raising up, I swung one leg over his hips and positioned my cunt
right over his dick.
Leaning closer, I hissed, "Fuck me like a hot whore, Lover. Ram that
big dick up my fuck hole and punish me with it!"
"Oh god yes!" Mitchel grabbed hold of my hips and jerked me down onto
his shaft. At the same time, he rammed upward burying his prick up my
eager cunt.
"UUNNGGHH! BIG HARD DICK! AAAAHHHHHHHH.... MORE... MORE! GIVE IT TO
MEEEEEEEEE!!"
It only took Mitch a few minutes to drive me over the edge into an
intense orgasm that brought hot grunts and moans from my lips.
"I can feel your cunt throbbing, Honey," my husband screamed. "You're
cumming!"
"Of course, I'm cumming... you're fucking the shit out of me... can't
keep from cumming when your ramming that hard dick into my cunt. Fuck me
hard, Darling. Really hard. I'm not your wife... I'm just a dirty, hot
whore... RAM IT INTO ME! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, YOU HOT SLUT FUCKER!"
I had two more intense orgasms before Mitch shot his second load deep
inside my pussy. After that, we rested a bit, and then I walked to the
kitchen and brought back a bottle of wine. As I poured, he propped himself
up on one elbow and whispered, "What a woman! How did a nerdy, unexciting
physics professor ever get such an awesome wife? Some day I might begin to
understand it, but I doubt it."
"Listen, Mister. Don't you dare call my husband a nerdy, unexciting
physics professor. He rings this woman's bell like nobody else.
Understand?"
"Not really, but I love it."
"Good, because I'm not done with you yet."
The third time, Mitch rolled me onto my side and entered me in spoon
position. His fingers stroked my erect clit while his shaft drilled my
pussy with hard, steady strokes. I screeched like a banshee when my vagina
and clit convulsed. After shooting his third load into me, we fell asleep
with his cock still buried inside my pussy.
I woke up around 2 AM because the bed was rocking so hard. The room was
dark and all I could see of the man mounted on me was a dark shadow. His
cock was already in me... buried balls deeps and driving my ass deep into
the mattress with every hard thrust.
"Ooohhhh god... you're fucking meeeeeee... uunnghhh... who are you?
My husband asleep right beside us. Stop... aaahhhhhhhhh... so fucking
big!"
"Shut up. Raise your legs! Higher, you hot Bitch... Higher! Get them
up on my shoulders. You know the position... all hot whores do. Yes...
like that. I don't care about your husband, Baby. I just want more this
luscious hole. He can have sloppy seconds."
"Yes.. .Yes! Yes! YES! Fuck me! My husband can have sloppy seconds
when you're finished. Just don't stop fucking me!!"
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We arrived at the Hilton a little after 1 PM on Friday afternoon. Greg
had reserved adjoining from for us, and as soon was we had moved in, we
were off to take care of the last minute arrangements.
The two hospitality suites I had reserved were ready and the hotel had
the food and drink ready. I was to be brought to the suites around 7 PM
that evening. I called Margrave to check on the escorts.
"Are all seven of them going to be here," I asked.
"Absolutely. They'll be there at 8 PM as we agreed, and I've instructed
them to circulate between the two suites so all the guests will have a
chance to look them over. They'll be dressed hot but not slutty...
high-class, as you wanted."
Around 4 PM, I found Greg checking on all the hotel reservations, and
gave him the 12 tickets to the play along with the reservation slips for
the tables at The Hot Spot.
"Ok. It looks like we've got everything in order. Let's go get ready
for dinner and the evening ... then we'll have a drink in the lounge,
dance a little, and have dinner before we have to start looking after our
executives and Dalmar's."
"Good idea. I'm hungry and could use a drink about now."
Knowing how good all the escorts would look, I didn't want to appear to
be a frumpy, old married woman. To avoid that, I had bought some sexy new
clothes at Victoria's at the same time I had purchased the mesh panty-hose
I had worn for my husband Thursday evening. With several hot outfits
available, I had some trouble deciding. In the end, I selected a strappy
red and black sheathe that exposed over half of my 32D tits and more than
half of my thighs. I started to put on some pantyhose but at the last
moment, tossed them back in the drawer in favor of a black thong and a pair
of sandals with four-inch heels.
Greg was waiting for me in the lounge when I arrived. The look on his
face when he saw me made me glad I had selected the black and red sheathe.
His eyes practically devoured me.
"My god! I knew you were gorgeous, but I had no idea you could be a
porn star!"
"I'm not sure I like being compared to a porn star," I replied, but
secretly, I was elated with Greg's comment.
"I didn't say you were a porn star, Tricia. I just said you look
beautiful enough to easily be one."
"I'm glad you think so, Greg. I hope the Dalmar executives have the
same reaction."
"I don't think you have to worry. Shall we have a drink or two before
dinner?"
"Lead the way." As soon as his eyes moved away, I glanced down at his
crotch. My pussy twitched when I saw that his pants were tented with his
erection.
As we entered the lounge, we passed two men at the bar, and I heard one
of them whisper, "Oh my God! Would you look at that! Wouldn't you just
love to get into her." I ignored him pretending that I hadn't heard the
remark, but as I walked away, my pussy was pulsing. I put a little added
swing to my hips to at least reward the man for his compliment.
Greg led us to a table where five other men were already seated. Before
pulling my chair out for me, he made the introductions. "Gentlemen, this
is Tricia Risener, our new Associate PR Director. You have her to thank
for this evening's entertainment and that for tomorrow night as well.
Tricia, these are the some of the Dalmar executives who will be involved
with the negotiations over the next two days. The man on the left is Hal
Chambers, the Director of Production. The handsome guy to his left is his
Associate Director, Tom Baxter. Next is Jerome Flanders, the VP for
Personnel and to his left is Carl Anderson, his Associate VP for Personnel.
And Finally, on the far right is Harold Sizemore, the PR Director for
Dalmar and my counterpart."
As I went over their names once more, making certain that had them all
correct and associated with their faces, Greg brought me a drink from the
bar. I was still standing as I went from man to man repeating their names
and positions. As I did so, I was very well aware of their hardly
disguised lustful stares. "Did I get all your names correct?" I asked.
"Perfectly, Tricia," Jerome replied with a broad smile creasing his
handsome black face. "I can assure that there's not a man at this table
who is going to be forgetting your name. I hope you don't mind my saying
that none of us had expected such a young and beautiful Associate PR
Director. Harold, I think you should take a lesson from Greg in how to
select associate directors."
I took a seat and listened as the men made small talk with me while I
sipped my drink. As soon as my glass was empty, Hal Chambers was on his
feet getting a refill from the bar. Gradually, the conversation turned to
the hospitality suites and what was in store for them. Tom Baxter asked me
straight out, "Well, in addition to the food and drink, will there be some
attractive women in the hospitality suites, Tricia?"
Greg handed me another drink as I replied, "I wouldn't want to ruin the
surprise, Tom. Does men good to wonder and have to wait."
"Women always seem to think like that... story of my life," Carl
Anderson volunteered. "There is, however, one thing I'm certain about...
none of the women we'll see tonight will be the equal of the one sitting
right here."
This time, my pussy didn't twitch, it throbbed. Every man around the
table, Greg included, nodded in agreement as their eyes checked out my tits
bulging out of the top of my dress. I could already feel the dampness
between my thighs. By the time the men were ready to head to the hotel's
four-star restaurant for dinner, I was finishing my fourth drink, and I
thought I would probably need to go back to my room to change my panties.
During dinner, I had two more drinks and knew I should stop. I have
never been much of a drinker, and although I could still hold my liquor
reasonably well, six drinks was more than I usually allowed myself,
particularly when Mitchel was not with me.
After we had enjoyed dessert, Harold turned to me and said loud enough
for the other men to hear him, "There's an excellent band in the lounge.
The hour is early and the hospitality suites don't open for business until
8 PM. Since none of us plan to go to the play or out to a night club, I
suggest we go listen to them, have a drink, and maybe dance a little.
Interested?"
"I do love music and love to dance even more, but with six of you and
only one of me, you guys are going to have to let me rest occasionally."
"Not a problem," Hal commented. "Shall we?" He stood up and extended
his hand. I took it, and the six of us were on our way to the lounge.
With seven of us, we took one of the large booths since the tables were
too small to allow that many customers to sit comfortably. Greg motioned
for the cocktail waitress, and we all ordered drinks as we listened to the
band, which was as good as Harold had said it was. As I listened and
tapped my foot in time to the music, I became aware that the men were much
more interested in staring at my tits than they were in the band. Without
really giving it any thought, I had leaned over the table giving the men a
great view straight into my cleavage. I knew I should straighten up and
shut off the erotic view... instead, I found myself leaning over even
more.
I finally got tired of waiting for someone to ask me to dance. Standing
up beside the booth, I bent over at the waist with my feet far apart facing
Carl Anderson. Bent over as I was, my tits were so close to falling out of
my dress, I had to hold them in with one of my hands. The spread of my
legs caused my short dress to ride up exposing the crotch of my wet
panties. "How about it, Carl?" I teased. "Wouldn't you like to dance with
me?"
"I love it," he yelled, practically leaping out of the booth.
As soon as we were on the floor, Carl pulled me close to his body and
moved us smoothly in perfect time to the music. He was an excellent
dancer, and I felt myself relax in his arms letting him press me even
closer. He now had my breasts mashed firmly against his chest, and every
time he looked downward, I knew he was staring straight into my cleavage. I
wondered if he could see my nipples.
When the song ended, we returned to our booth. Jerome and Tom made a
space between them for me, but not a wide space. When I sat down, I felt
like the meat of a sandwich between these two powerful men.
"Your glass was empty, Tricia, so I took the liberty of getting you a
refill," Jerome said as he nodded to the new drink in front of me. I had
taken a couple of swallows before Tom asked me to dance. After that,
Jerome wanted a turn with me, and of course, I said yes. I was here to win
the business of Dalmar, not make their executives feel rejected.
As soon as Jerome returned me to the table, Hal pulled me out onto the
dance floor. At this point, every man began the dance with my body pressed
firmly against his. Dancing this close, there was no way I could miss the
urgent thrust of their erections against my thighs and mound. Finally, it
was Harold turn, and he not only pressed me close, he did so with his hands
on my ass cheeks. I knew I should move those hands, but after eight
drinks, I was feeling no pain.
Of course, Greg waited until all the Dalmar executives had had a turn
with me on the dance floor before he asked for a dance. As we moved about
the floor, he whispered, "You've got everyone of those guys panting for
you, Tricia. I think our chances of winning a huge contract with Dalmar
are increasing every time you dance of one of them."
"You really think so?" I asked surprised by how slurred my voice
sounded.
"Not a doubt. Every one of them has a huge erection every time they
come back to our booth after a turn on the dance floor with you."
"Like yours? Right now," I asked with a giggle.
"Yeah. Just like mine."
"I don't think so, Greg."
"Take my word for it, Tricia. You're giving everyone of them a
hard-on."
"I know that, Greg, but their erections are not like yours... you're
much bigger... much bigger." I felt Greg's cock jerk hard against my mound
when I told him that. "MMmmmm... it's even bigger than I thought." Once
more, it jerked and throbbed.
I knew I was drinking far, far too much, but I was having a great time.
What woman wouldn't be with six men all eager to dance with her and each
one sporting a hard erection. It was obvious that the men all wanted to
fuck me, but I knew they weren't going to get lucky. The only thing they
were going to get was hard with a bad case of blue balls.
After finishing my tenth drink, Tom had me out on the dance again. His
hands were covering my ass and pressing my mound against his rigid cock.
By this time, I was so turned on that I had to use all my will power to
resist openly humping against his shaft. In my heels, we were about the
same height, and he took advantage of that to turn my head give me an
open-mouthed kiss. I tried to pull back, but his hand behind my head held
me firmly. I stopped struggling when his tongue entered and caressed mine.
When Tom finally moved his lips away, he whispered hotly, "I want to
fuck you, Tricia. I can't remember the last time I was this hard and
wanted a woman as much as I want you."
"I'm married," I moaned even as my hips rotated against his erection.
"I know. Married pussy is the absolute best in the world. I know you
want it... the way your body moves tells me you want it... the way your
mouth opened and your tongue worked against mine tells me you want it. I
can feel your tits heaving with excitement right now. You want it don't
you? Tell me!"
"I'm hot... very hot, but that's because I've had too much to drink. I
can't do it. I've never been unfaithful to my husband... never."
"That's needs to change. You're about to climax right here on the dance
floor."
"I'm sure my husband wouldn't agree with you, Tom."
Fortunately, the music stopped giving me an excuse to head back to our
booth. This time it was Hal and Jerome who made space for me to sit down.
As usual, there was a fresh drink sitting on the table in front of me. I
just had time to take one swallow before Jerome leaned over and whispered,
"Do you know how hard you've gotten my cock, Tricia?"
I took another long pull on my drink before answering. "Don't know, but
on the dance floor it not only felt hard... it felt big."
"It is. See for yourself." Without hesitation, he moved my free hand
over and held it against it rigid cock. I couldn't suppress my gasp of
surprise when my hand encountered not the tented material of Jerome's pants
but the naked, throbbing flesh of his black dick. I tried to wrap my hand
around his thick shaft, but it was just too thick. Even squeezing, I
couldn't get my finger tips to touch.
"Oh my god," I moaned. Pushing back from the table, I glanced down and
saw Jerome's thick, pulsing dick. Fluids seeped copiously from its swollen
tip. It looked to be about 8 inches... at least an inch longer than my
husband's... but what took my breath away was it girth. Just the thought
of that big shaft stretching my pussy had me flowing.
A moment later, I was shocked to find myself slowly sliding my hand up
and down the length of Jerome's dick... jacking him off with one hand
while holding my drink with the other one. It wasn't necessary for Jerome
to tell me that he had every intention of fucking me. After all, I
thought, that's what men usually do when a woman plays with their naked
cock in a lounge. I had no idea how I was going to extricate myself from
this ridiculous situation. Instead, of trying to find a solution, I
drained the rest of my drink, which was the last thing I should have done.
I was still trying to find a way to handle Jerome when I felt Hal's hand
on my right leg. It moved over my knee and from there downward between my
legs. When he exerted gentle pressure on my inner thigh, I found myself
opening my legs slightly... not a lot, but enough to let him slide his
hand up the inside of my thigh toward my pussy.
I got a moment's reprieve when the waitress brought the table a fresh
round of drinks. While she distributed the drinks, Hal's hand had
momentarily stopped moving up and down the slit of my pussy. But as soon
as she left, his fingers were on my clitoris, massaging it... making it
throb and pulse. My legs, which had been parted only slightly, were now
wide open making it easy for Hal to slide his fingers beneath my panties.
My left hand continued to slide up and down Jerome's thick black cock as
I drained a third of my new drink. "OOohhhhh god," I gasped as one of
Hal's fingers entered me. He moved it back and forth a couple of times
before pushing in a second finger. I had no chance to keep my ass still.
In moments, Hal had me grinding myself against his hand.
"Are you in her?" Jerome hissed as his black snake throbbed hard in my
hand.
"Yeah. Her cunt's like a hot swamp."
My mind willed me to protest, which I heard myself doing. "Please
don't. Stop. NO... NO... I don't want this." But even as I was verbally
protesting, my body, particularly my wildly excited pussy, was demanding
that I jack the black cock faster and hump harder against the fingers
pumping in and out of my hot hole.
I was close to begging someone to fuck me when Greg came to my rescue.
"Hey. I still haven't had my second dance yet. My turn. Come on, Tricia.
Remember, I'm your boss."
Greg took the drink out of my hand and pulled me to my feet. When I
released Jerome's throbbing cock and pulled my pussy off of Hal's fingers,
I expected both men to protest vigorously, but for some reason, they just
grinned as Greg led me out onto the dance floor.
When Greg took me in his arms, he made no effort to dance. Instead, he
just held me and swayed gently to the music. "You look more than a little
intoxicated. Want to call it a night and head back to our rooms?"
"I think I'd better. I seem to losing control of what I'm doing. I'm
sorry to be a party popper. What about the hospitality suites?"
"I've already assigned Johnson to make sure everything is running
smoothly. You've already done the hard parts of the job, Tricia. Let
Johnson do the routine stuff. Come on."
When we reached our adjoining suites, Greg used his card to open the
door and led me inside. In my drunken haze, I didn't even recognize we
were in his suite, not mine. As soon as we were inside, Greg wrapped his
arms around me and kissed me hard, his tongue sliding sensuously into my
mouth. It didn't occur to me to resist. In a flash, my mouth opened to
receive his plunging tongue.
Greg walked me backwards until the backs of my legs touched the edge of
the bed. As his mouth crushed against mine, I felt my dress and bra being
pulled down to my waist. Greg spun me around and captured my naked tits in
his hands as his lips planted erotic kisses in the crook of my neck. I
heard myself hissing with pleasure.
I was only vaguely aware of my dress being unzipped and falling to the
floor. With my bra bunched uselessly beneath my tits, only my thong still
covered some of my body. Greg didn't permit that situation to last very
long. Turned me to face the wall, he knelt behind me and pulled it over my
ass and down my legs. When it was bunched around my ankles, I stepped out
of the garment, and Greg promptly stuffed it into his pants pocket.
Stepping back from my nearly naked body, Greg quickly removed his shoes
and socks and opened his pants. "Suck my cock, Tricia. Get me hard as
stone for your cunt."
The next thing I remembered after being ordered to suck, was kneeling at
Greg's feet staring at his monster cock. It was about 10 inches long and
thicker than my husband's, but not as thick as Jerome's. It was easily the
largest cock I had ever seen in my life.
"Did you hear what I said, Tricia. Open your hot mouth hole and suck my
cock!"
"Ohhh yes! Suck it! I want to suck it... oooh my god...what a cock!!"
I do vividly remember that huge organ sinking into my mouth. I wanted it
all. I relaxed my throat and let it sink downward until only three inches
of that fantastic cock was still outside my mouth.
"Oh fuck yes!" Greg grunted as he fucked my mouth and throat. I knew
you would be a great cocksucker. Take my dick, Baby. Show me how much you
love having buried down your throat.
Finally, when his balls were slapping my chin each time I slid my lips
down his rod, he groaned and pulled my mouth off his throbbing cock.
Greg picked me up as if I weighed nothing and put me on my back in the
middle of the bed. Automatically, I spread my legs. In my alcohol-dazed
brain, thoughts of my husband were no where to be found. All I wanted was
Greg's huge dick up my cunt. A moment later, I was looking up at him as he
drove his big shaft into me.
"GGGHHAAAAAAA!! OOOHHHHH GOD! HUGE! SO FUCKING HUGE!! UUNNGGHHH...
OOOHHHH FUCK... OOOHHHH FUCK .... OOHHHH FUCK!!"
"You like my big cock your cunt, Honey?
"I'M CUMMING.... AAAHHHHHH.... FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
"Hot fuck hole. I can feel you throbbing, Tricia. Do you like it
rammed in hard? Like this!" He held my ass as he drove his huge sex spike
into the bottom of my hole slamming hard against my womb.
"UUUNNGGHHH!"
"Or like this?" He hit into me again, this time driving his fingers up
my ass.
"OOOHHHH GAWD DAMN! YESSS.... LIKE THAT... LIKE THAT... AGAIN...AND
AGAIN... DO IT TO MEEEEEEE!"
Greg jack hammered his cock into my hole bringing wild squeals of
pleasure from my lips and driving me to another orgasm within a few
minutes.
"OOHHHH GOD! DON'T STOP! FUCK MEEEE! HARD! CUMMINIG... CUMMING
AGAIN... OOOHHHH!!"
My pussy was still convulsing around Greg's driving piston when I felt a
mouth sucking on one of nipples and another hand finger fucking my ass
while Greg's dick continued to pound into me. Opening my eyes, I saw that
Hal was sucking my nipple while the fingers inside my ass belonged to Tom.
Jerome, Carl, and Harold were all standing around the bed jacking off as
they watched Greg fuck me. Three men doing me at the same time and three
more waiting their turns! The orgasm I was having had not finished before
another one surged through me.
"Oh Gawd Damn! You're all fucking meeeeeeeee.... Do it! Do it! All
of you... fuck meeeeeeeeeee!"
"I am fucking you, Baby. UUnnngghh.... Do you like this 9-inch dick up
your cunt?"
"Ohhhh god... ooohhhh god... fuck me, Greg. Harder. I gonna cum
again... ooohhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk.... ram that dick into meeeeeeeeee!"
"Glad you like it, Honey... you're gonna be getting it everyday....
aaaahh... shit... your cunt's so fucking tight... can't hold it....
gonna cum in you.... UUnngghhh.... HERE COMES! TAKE IT!"
"No! No! Not yet. Please. Don't leave me hanging! I'm so close."
I moaned in frustration as I felt Greg's cock ejaculating in huge spurts
deep inside my pussy. With his cock completely filling my vagina, his load
was forced out of my tightly plugged cunt and ran down my ass crack.
"OOhhh Noooo... I'm not there yet," I pleaded.
"Don't worry, Tricia. Reinforcements are ready."
When I glanced to the side of the bed, I saw Jerome grinning at me while
stroking his rock-hard cock. It looked even bigger now that it had at the
table when I was jacking him off. He was slowly pumping it when he said,
"As soon as Greg pulls out, Baby, this big black cock will take care of
you."
"Oohhhh god YES! I want.... OOMMPPFFFF!" My words were abruptly cut
off when Harold's cock thrust into my mouth.
As soon as Greg pulled his dripping organ out of my pussy, Jerome took
his place between my gaping thighs. His powerful hips moved into my sex
saddle, spreading me, as his hands slipped under my ass to again elevate my
cunt for use. Then, I felt the crown of his cock against my opening...
pressing... forcing my pussy open and sinking into me.
"UUNNGHHH! AAAHHHH FUCKKK... Easy Stud... Easy! That dick's thicker
than anything I've ever had. UUNNGGHHH! Go slow, Lover. Let me get used
to having that monster inside me."
Jerome had obviously had a lot of experience introducing women to the
pleasures of his thick shaft. Slowly, he pushed into me, fucking me with
short strokes, giving me only four inches of dick on each stroke. That was
more than enough to make me cum hard.
"OH-UNN! OH-UNN! OH-UNN! OH-UNN! OH-UNN! AAHH! AAHH! CUMMINIG...
I'M CUMMING... FUCK ME MORE, JEROME... MORE... MORE!!"
Even as my pussy was erupting around his dick, Jerome continued to pump
me with short, hard thrusts, each one bringing hissing moans of pleasure.
Even my alcohol-fogged brain knew I was getting the fucking of my life from
these men.
After five minutes of steadily giving me more and more of his cock,
Jerome was finally buried to the root inside my wildly throbbing hole. His
strokes became longer and longer until he was pulling nine inches out
before driving his rod back into my eager pussy. I climaxed again, this
time without even realizing that I was about to explode. Jerome felt my
contractions and my body thrashing beneath him. He drove it into the
bottom of my hole and ground his pubic bone against my spastically
throbbing clitoris. As my body shuddered, Harold's cock erupted and filled
my mouth with thick streams of semen.
Jerome hadn't cum yet, but I could tell he was close.... very close.
He was now ramming into me hard and fast with deep strokes that thudded
deliciously into my womb. I heard myself groaning and begging him to fuck
me harder... deeper. My legs came up and locked behind his back as my
hands grabbed his ass and pulled him further into my hole. Suddenly,
Jerome began grunting the way men do with they're about to fill a woman
with their load.
"GONNA CUM!" he shouted.
"YES! CUM IN ME! CUM IN MY CUNT! SHOOT ME FULL, STUD!"
My pussy convulsed in a massive orgasm around the plunging black shaft.
At the same time, Jerome drove his dick home and kept it mashed against my
womb while his balls drained.
As soon as Jerome pulled his thick shaft from my still-twitching cunt,
Carl laid down on the bed beside me and ordered me to mount. In a
sex-crazed, alcohol-induced trace, I mounted him and drove my pussy down
his cock. He grunted with masculine pleasure when he felt my cum-slickened
vagina sliding down his shaft. A moment later he began fucking me like man
possessed with deep, hard, driving strokes.
"Ohhhhh yes... oh yes.. oh yes... fuck me, Carl. Fuck my hot cunt...
Make me cum... Make me cum," I chanted mindlessly as the dick filled me
and retreated... again and again until I was babbling in another orgasm.
When Tom mounted me in doggy position, I leaned forward over Carl's body
to present my asshole for his use. I giggled when I felt his cock probing
for the entrance to my ass. I hadn't been double fucked since college, but
when Tom's dick located my opening, I knew my long DP drought was about to
end.
"UUNNGHGGHH... Oh my god! I'm being ass fucked.... cunt fucked....
give it to meeeeeeee!"
As Tom and Carl used my ass and cunt holes, Greg got on the bed and
shoved his newly hardened cock into my mouth. It was my first triple
penetration. I loved it! I just fucking loved it!!
I felt like I was cumming continuously as the three cocks fucked all my
holes.
The sex went on until almost 1 AM. I have no idea how many times I
orgasmed or how many loads were pumped into me. The six men tag teamed me,
fucked me in twos, and occasionally in threes until none of them could get
another erection. As the men dressed, I passed out.
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It was almost 10 AM before I finally opened my eyes. Although there was
only a minimal amount of sunlight filtering through the blinds and curtains
on the suite's windows, it was still enough to hurt my eyes. My head felt
swollen and like someone was pounding rocks inside. My first experience
with a huge hangover was more than enough to convince not to drink as I had
the previous evening.
If that wasn't enough to convince me, that fact that I found myself
naked and in bed with an equally naked Greg Masterson certainly was. As I
stared, Greg opened his eyes and grinned at me. As soon as he saw my naked
body, his cock began to harden.
"Good morning, Beautiful. Do I ever love waking up with you naked in
bed beside me. Your husband is obscenely lucky."
I started to reply but before I could get out a single word, Greg's
mouth covered mine in a kiss that was anything but a loving "good morning"
kiss. It was hot and passionate with his tongue thrusting inward. I tried
to push him away, but my 5' 7", 117 lbs body was no match for his 195 lbs
of solid muscle. He easily pinned me to the bed without breaking our kiss.
A moment later, he was on top of me with his rapidly hardening cock mashed
into my pussy.
"Mmmmmmm... you're even hotter and more delicious in the morning than
you were last night. Spread your legs, Tricia. I can't wait to get into
you again."
"No! Stop it, Greg! STOP!" I yelled still trying to push his body off
mine but failing. At least, I was able to keep my legs pressed tightly
together to prevent his entry.
"What the hell is this? What's wrong with you? Last night, you
couldn't get enough of my big 9-inch cock. I fucked you three times and
you were more than ready for a fourth. I was just as ready to give it to
you too, but you passed out before I could do it. Why are you screaming at
me?"
"Last night was different. It was a mistake... a huge mistake! I was
so drunk I was out of my mind... totally unable to think or it would have
never happened. You're a really handsome guy, Greg, and you do have a
really big penis, but I would have never let you fuck me once, much less
three times, if I had been sober. Now let me up."
"I'll let you up once I make you cum several times and I've emptied my
balls inside your sexy pussy. Now stop acting like a silly school girl and
open your legs."
"NO! I told you I didn't want you to fuck me last night. I didn't!"
"What about Hal Chambers, Tom Baxter, Carl Anderson, Harold Sizemore,
and of course, Jerome Flanders and his huge black cock? I'm sure you
remember all the Dalmar upper-level executives. Are you going to tell me
you didn't want any of them to fuck you either?"
I remembered the names... I remembered the men and their faces, but
fuck me? I had some vague hazy recollections that I had thought was an
erotic dream. "What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Hal, Tom, Carl, and Harold all fucked you three times last night.
Jerome got his black cock up your pussy four times. With me banging you
three times, you were fucked 19 times last night... and I might add that
you were screwed in every one of your sexy holes... sometimes two or three
holes at the same time. Now spread your legs. I need to sink this
9-inches of hard dick into your cunt."
"No! I don't want to," I yelled.
"That's your brain talking, Tricia. Your cunt certainly wants it.
Spread. Now!"
Even though I knew that Greg was probably telling me truth, my mind kept
insisting that I keep my legs closed. But Greg had been grinding that huge
cock into my mound and pussy from the moment he had mounted me. My pussy,
which was now pulsing and seeping lubricating fluids, kept telling me that
there was a randy, hard stud on me with a gorgeous dick and that I should
spread my legs and take it.
Greg now had the head of his cock pressing directly into the V of my
legs. His precum and my lubricating fluids had my inner thighs wet and
slick. Each time he thrust against me, his cock pushed another quarter of
an inch between my tightly closed legs. I couldn't keep him out of me...
the crown of his cock had now reached the top of my slit.
"Please don't, Greg. I'm married. Please!"
His iron-hard shaft reached my clit. Each thrust was now rubbing and
stroking my clitoris sending hot waves of pleasure surging through my body.
"Oh god. You're huge! AAahhhh! Please.. Please!"
"Please what?"
"oohh... mmmm.... oouuuuu... ungh... aaahhh.. mmmmm..."
"Please what?"
"Aaaahhhhh god."
"Please what?"
"OH MY GOD!" I groaned as my legs flew open.
Instead of entering me, Greg continue to thrust and grind his cock head
on my engorged clitoris. "Please what?" he demanded for the fourth time.
"Do it to meeeeeee... please... do it to me!"
"Do what?" Where?"
I gave up. "Fuck me! Your big cock! Stick it in me! Please."
"Where do you want it?"
"IN ME! INSIDE MY CUNT. GAWD DAMN YOU! FUCK ME, YOU SEXY BASTARD!"
"Like this?"
"OOHHHH YESSSS! JUST LIKE THAT! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH... GOD... YOU'RE
HUGE! GIVE IT TO ME, YOU DIRTY BASTARD."
"Like it?" he asked as he drilled me with all nine inches of cock.
My legs shot out... rigid, my toes curling back as my first orgasm
surged through me. "Oh fuck yes, I like it! I love it! Don't stop. Keep
fucking me... make me cum again." Greg followed orders very well as his
rod slugged in and out of me bringing wild howls from my lungs.
"We should both be shot for doing this to my husband," I moaned as my
ass hunched upward off the bed to take Greg's cock as deeply as I could get
it.
"Probably... but we both love it... and you know I'm going to be
fucking you everyday at work from now on, don't you?" He punctuated his
question with a hard thrust that rammed into my womb bring another scream
of delight.
"You know that, don't you, Tricia?"
"Yesssss.... everyday... your cock in me... fucking me... aaaahhhhh
god... I'm cumming!"
"Me too!"
"Shoot it in!!"
"I am! Shooting in you! UNNGGHHH!
"AAAAhhhhh... you're fucking me full... oohhhh god... It's happening
again.... OOOHHH FUCK YES!"
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Greg and I were having a very late lunch around 2 PM when he broke the
news to me.
"There have been some changes made in this evening's entertainment,
Tricia."
"What?"
"In addition to the two hospitality suites and the seven escorts you
hired, there will be a third hospitality suite tonight."
"Where?"
"In my suite."
"Is there something wrong with the two suites we have that we need a
third? Did I hire duds for escorts or something?"
"No, not at all. In fact, the feedback that I've gotten from Sam
Lambert, our CEO, and the people from Dalmar Industries is that the escorts
are great... the best ever, in fact."
"It that's the case, then I'm lost. If they're so great, why do we need
a third suite?"
"Because even though all seven of them are great, you're better... a
lot better, in fact."
Even though I loved the complement.... what woman wouldn't?... I still
felt my face flush red with embarrassment. Well, thanks, but I'm not an
escort."
"Precisely! That's exactly why Paul Matthews, the Dalmar CEO, and all
his top-level people want you, not the escorts. You're even better in bed,
and a wife is always 10 times hotter than a paid escort."
"Well, it's nice to know they want me, but I'm not available, and you
can bet the farm that I'm not going to let anyone get me dead drunk again."
"Would it change your mind if I tell you with total honesty that Dalmar
won't sign with us unless Matthews and his people get to spend tonight
fucking you. It's a $50 million, five-year contract with great prospects
for repeated renewals."
"Oh come on, Greg. No CEO is going to let a $50 million contract depend
on whether or not he gets his cock into me. That's ridiculous."
"That's the way a woman thinks. If the Dalmar CEO were a lesbian, you'd
be correct, but the CEO is a randy male... a randy male who has been told
by his subordinates that you're the hottest fuck on the planet... the
absolute best they've ever had. And they've had you multiple times but
Matthews hasn't. His male ego is on the line. He can't have his
subordinates sampling the best pussy while he's left on the sidelines
jacking off thinking about what might have been. That won't fly. If he
doesn't get you tonight, believe me, the Dalmar contract is history, and
very likely, so am I for letting this happen."
I remained silent for several minutes. Greg knew I was deep in thought
and didn't interrupt. I knew this was my fault for getting dead drunk and
letting six men screw me 19 times last night and twice more this morning.
"Jesus!" I thought. "I've had 21 loads of cum pumped into me in the last
14 hours or so. Thank god I'm on birth control and that Mitchel doesn't
know." But even though I knew I was to blame for this disaster, I just
couldn't knowingly engage in a gangbang behind my husband's back. It was
bad enough that I did it last night, but at least, I could blame it on the
drinks. If I did it again tonight while cold sober, there would be no
excuse whatsoever. I knew I couldn't do it and said so.
"I'm sorry, Greg. I really am. But there's no way I'm going to let men
I've never met gangbang me. Last night, I was out of my mind drunk. I'm
sober now and my answer is no. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry, huh? Sorry that you're shooting me and my career through
the grease? Is that it? Dammit, Tricia. It's $50 million, my career,
your career! So you get fucked a few more times. Why is that so damn bad?
I know you loved it last night. and even though you might not have done it
if you had not been drunk, you did love it... really loved it. And don't
even try to tell me you didn't."
"No, I won't try to tell you that. I did love it. Most women would. I
also love to eat, but I don't stuff myself and gain a 100 pounds because
the fun of eating won't compensate for the awful feeling of looking like a
fat sow. I did love all the fucking and the hot climaxes... even if I
can't remember all of them, but they're not worth the awful feelings of
guilt and the risk of losing my husband. No. I won't do it."
"Well, I was afraid of this. I had hoped you would be more reasonable,
but I can't allow you to destroy this deal and my career... so I took out
insurance."
"What are you talking about?"
"While you were busy fucking Hal, Tom, Jerome, Carl, and Harold last
night ... over and over... 15 times or so.... I was busy taking digital
video of you doing it. I have some incredible close-up footage of you
taking all those cocks and of them emptying their balls into all your
holes. From now on, when I tell you to fuck... you fuck... no questions
or outraged protests. And you do as good a job of fucking as you did last
night... understand?"
"And if I refuse?"
"You're going to make me spell it out, aren't you? Ok. If you refuse,
copies of the entire video on a DVD go to your husband, his dean, your
parents, your friends, and another copy gets posted on several porn sites
on the internet. After that, I'm sure Lambert will fire you, and I think
its very likely that your husband will be dismissed in spite of his tenure.
Moral turpitude is grounds for termination of tenure you know."
"But he didn't do anything!" I shouted.
"You know that. I know that. But administrators like your husband's
dean are a bunch of cowards who look after themselves first and foremost.
Your husband might survive, but even if he does, the embarrassment will be
so great, he will probably have to resign and go elsewhere."
"How do I know you even have such a video. I didn't see you taking
pictures."
"You were so drunk you can't even remember some the men fucking you.
Come on. I have a copy in my suite. I'll let you look at a short
excerpt."
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The video was even worse than I had imagined. Almost two hours in
length, it was easily the more erotic and sexy porn film I had ever seen.
Not only was there video, but the sound was clear. Even if I had been
wearing a ski mask in the video, my husband would recognize my voice almost
instantly.
"We don't have time to watch every the whole thing, Tricia. So let me
fast forward to some of the very juicy parts that I'm sure your husband,
his dean, your parents, and so on would love to see. How about this part?
The computer screen showed me bent over at the waist with Hal Chambers'
cock slugging in and out of my eager pussy. I was howling every time it
disappeared inside my hole. The following scene showed him carrying me
around the room driving his shaft into my vagina as I screamed with
pleasure.
This part is one of my favorites. Mitchel is going to love seeing
Jerome's huge cock sinking into you balls deep reaching places where he's
never been and never will be. Take a look.
There was no way I could ever permit my husband to see this video. No
way.
"You miserable, depraved bastard!" I screamed.
"Oh come on, Tricia. It's just quid pro quo... something for
something. If you had just been reasonable, I would have never shown you
this video or allowed anyone else to ever see it. Your attitude made it
necessary. So just deal with it. You're going to fuck Matthews and his
people tonight until they can't get their cocks up any longer. You're
going to win us a $50 million dollar contract. You're going to receive a
monster bonus from Lambert, and a big salary increase. And you're going to
have 20 or so orgasms doing it. You're going to love every delicious
fucking second of it. And on Monday morning, as soon as you come to work,
we're going to celebrate our huge financial bonuses by fucking like rabbits
on my couch or on my desk... actually, before the day is over, on both.
Understand?"
With no other options available, I replied, "Yes, Greg. I understand."
"Tell me what you understand."
"I'm going to let the Dalmar executives gangbang me tonight, and I'm
going to be a hot, luscious fuck for them. We're going to win a $50
million dollar contract, and you'll be fucking me regularly at work from
now on."
"Good. What else?"
"I fuck when, where, and whomever you tell me to fuck."
"My god, but you are on fast study, Tricia."
"And you are one gold-plated dirty bastard."
"True... very true, but get naked and get on the couch on your back,
Baby, so this dirty bastard can fuck your hot, wet cunt. Do it. Now!"
I continued to curse Greg while I stripped off all my clothes. I was
still cursing him when he mounted me. I cursed him with every four-letter
word I could recall when he put his 9-inch cock into my cunt. Five minutes
later, I had already had one orgasm and was begging him to fuck me harder.
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At 8 PM that evening, I was waiting in Greg's room for him to escort
Paul Matthews and his top-level executives to the third hospitality suite,
which was me. I was still furious with Greg. I knew very well how
disgraceful it was for me to be doing this to my faithful husband . In
spite of that, my pussy was wet with the anticipation of being filled with
hard, rampant cocks again.
Since my role was to be that of a hot, slutty whore, I was dressed for
the part in a black, vinyl leotard with a plunging neckline and two, thin
straps around my neck. Beneath the form-fitting leotard, I wore dark,
wide-mesh pantyhose. A pair of black, platforms with wicked 5-inch
stiletto heels completed my outfit. It was pure, obvious slutwear worn by
a woman who expected to be, and wanted to be, royally fucked.
The time was now 8:15. I was anxious. My cunt was tingling. Even my
clitoris was erect and ready. I felt like masturbating. I hated what I
was doing, but I couldn't wait for it to start.
Around 8:30, the door to the suite opened, and Greg entered followed by
four men all wearing expensive suits. Each of the men stared at me in my
outrageously slutty outfit, and everyone of them got hard.
"Gentlemen, this the woman all of you have been hearing about, Tricia
Risener. Tricia, this is Mr. Paul Matthews, the CEO of Dalmar Industries,
and the good-looking guy to his left is the Associate CEO, Adam Larsen.
The other two gentlemen are both Dalmar VP's, Mr. Vance Tolbridge and Mr.
Wayne Folsom."
"I didn't think you guys would ever get here. Didn't your mothers ever
tell you that it's not a good idea to keep an eager woman waiting?"
"The service at the restaurant was so damn slow, I couldn't believe it,"
Matthews said by way of an excuse. "If I were in charge, I would have
fired the lot of them. Please forgive our tardiness, Tricia."
"I can do that provided I get better service tonight than all of you got
at the restaurant," I replied with a seductive smile. The men's erections
got harder. Taking a seat on the end of the large, king-sized bed, I said,
"Now let me go over the names so I've got all of them. I know you're Paul
Matthews, CEO... right?" When Matthews smiled and nodded, I opened my legs
a little. The four Dalmar executives and Greg were all staring as their
cocks got even harder.
"And let's see... you're the Associate CEO, aren't you Adam?" My legs
opened wider. Larsen's mouth opened, but instead of speaking, he just
nodded. I could almost feel the intensity of his stare.
"And that leaves to the VP's... and you're Vance and you're Wayne. I
think I've got all of you straight now. I spread my legs as wide as
possible. Every man, including my boss, was staring right at the crotch of
my leotard. "Do you guys like this outfit?"
"Oh god yes!" Matthews gasped. "It's awesome!" The huge tent in his
suit pants confirmed his statement.
"It is incredibly sexy, isn't it? Don't you agree that I look hot and
ready, Wayne?"
"I've never laid eyes on any woman I thought looked hotter," he almost
moaned.
"That big erection in your pants tells me you're telling me the truth,
Honey. You know that outfit is hot and sexy, but it's like a chastity
belt... no way for anyone to get at my pussy. I think I'm going to have
to take it off. Any objections?" Of course there were none... just five
cocks that were now rock hard.
"You guys need to lose those suits and whatever else you've got on under
them while I get out of this tight leotard."
The words had hardly left my lips before all five men where frantically
working to get out of their clothes. Once I got the leotard unzipped, it
was a simple matter to pull it down to my waist completely exposing both of
my tits and their now very hard nipples.
Pushing my leotard down to my ankles, I stepped out of it and kicked it
to the side of the room. Posing seductively with my hand on my hip, I
ordered the men to get their cocks out. "Come on, Studs. Let's see what
you guys have for me tonight. Get your cocks out."
"No fair," Paul said with a broad grin. "All we can see is those
gorgeous tits. Let's see cunt first, Tricia."
"Paul, I would have thought that the CEO of a corporation as big as
Dalmar Industries would know better than to argue with a near-naked woman
whom you know you're going to be fucking most of the night. Cocks out
first... right now... or all of you are going to be spending the night
fucking your hands."
Matthews recovered instantly. "Gentlemen. You heard the lady. Cocks
out... right now."
One-by-one their pants hit the floor and joined my leotard in the corner
of the room. Wayne had a big, banana-curved dick that I was sure was
really going to a job on my G-spot when he got it inside me. It was veiny
and swollen with a big helmet at the top.
Matthews' cock was straight and uncut. Close to seven inches, it
throbbed with excitement when I moved closer to get a good look at the
CEO's manhood.
"Big dick," I hissed, licking my lips. His cock throbbed even harder.
Adam's shaft was straight, circumcised, and about 7.5 inches... maybe
closer to eight... but narrow. The crown was almost the same size as the
shaft. The best part about Adam's dick was that it was attached to a
really powerful, muscled body that sent shivers up and down my spine...
not to mention through my pussy.
Not counting Greg with his big 9-inch shaft, the winner of the cock
competition was Vance Tolbridge, the VP for Personnel at Dalmar. His shaft
was a cut, 8.5 inches of very thick and delicious-looking black meat. He
certainly lived up to the popular belief about the endowments of black
males. I couldn't wait to feel that dick sinking into my cunt.
"You've seen ours, Tricia. Your turn," Matthews urged.
Stretching out on the bed, I turned onto my stomach. As the men stared
with their dicks throbbing, I pulled my knees under my body and arched my
back to expose my tits. Slowly, I spread my legs wide and bent my right
one so that my 5-inch heel pointed straight at the ceiling. "This what you
guys wanted to see?" I asked knowing perfectly well that they still
couldn't see my cunt.
"That's incredibly erotic, Tricia, but you know what we want to see."
"I know, but you have to tell me, Honey."
"Your cunt! Show us your cunt, Tricia!"
"Go around to the side of the bed, Paul, and look between my legs. The
mesh of these pantyhose is so open, I'm sure you'll be able to see my
cunt." Almost instantly, four men hurried to the side of the bed and leaned
forward to get the best possible view. Greg took a seat and watched the
action as he slowly stroked his huge erection.
"Oh Fuck! Look at that," Adam yelled. "You can see her cunt right
through the pantyhose. Oh fuck! I want that!"
"Well, you guys can see my cunt, but you can't fuck it with these
pantyhose intact. So whoever goes first has to very carefully cut open the
crotch. You can use the scissors on the table." Pulling both knees beneath
my body, I boosted my ass high and moved closer to the edge of the bed.
"You're the CEO, Man," Vince yelled. "Do the honors, Paul, and fuck the
hot slut."
Matthews may have been an administrator for a long time, but he quickly
proved that he was not without manual skills when he snipped open the
crotch of my pantyhose. The scissors were tossed into the corner on top of
all the clothes as he was mounting the bed on his knees. Grasping my hips
in his hands, he jerked my cunt back into fucking position.
"Ooohhhhh god... yesssss," I hissed when I felt the blunt end of his
uncut cock swabbing up and down the length of my sex trench. My swampy
hole quickly lubed his shaft, and he nailed it into me hard and deep on the
first thrust.
"Oh yes! Fuck me, you hot, big cocked stud. Ram that dick into my
married fuck hole!!"
The way Matthews plowed me keeping maximum pressure on my clit and
sliding his cock head over my G-spot on each entry made it obvious that
mine wasn't the first married pussy he had screwed with his big dick.
"UUNNGGHHH!! AAAHHH!! YES! LIKE THAT, LOVER! LIKE THAT! DO ME
HARDER, HONEY, AND I'LL CUM FOR YOU!"
Matthews did exactly that, and I kept my promise as my vagina and clit
went into spastic contractions around his plunging dick.
"The hot bitch is cumming!" Matthews announced triumphantly. "Your turn
now, Tricia. Fuck your hot hole on my cock and make me shoot off!"
"Look at that!" Adam screamed. "Look at her fuck that big cock! What a
slutty whore!"
With me squeezing his dick with my vaginal muscles and ramming my hole
up and down his rod, Matthews didn't last more a few minutes before
emptying his balls into me.
Matthews rolled away, and I was instantly pulled atop Adam's body.
Spreading wide, I reached between my thighs and guided his long, rigid cock
into my eager pussy. We both groaned as it sank into my cum-soaked depths.
"Fuck me, Slut," he ordered, and I obeyed.
We were both grunting every time his tool slammed into my cervix. When
I had my second orgasm, Adam felt me throbbing, and whispered, "Are you
cumming, Tricia?"
"Yesssssssssss.... fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" I howled.
I came again as he was ejaculating inside my pulsing hole. When I
dismounted from Adam's wilting shaft, Wayne picked me up as if I weighed
nothing and dropped me onto his rigid cock. It speared into me like an
impaling spike. Once he had his cock planted deep inside my vagina, he
walked around the room continuously lifting my body and letting it fall
onto his dick. I grunted with each impalement.
My pussy was convulsing in orgasm when Wayne moved right in front of
Greg. From his seated position no more than foot away, I knew he was
looking straight at Wayne's dick pumping in and out of my vagina.
"Put your fingers in her asshole," Wayne ordered. I felt Greg wetting
his fingers in my cuntal secretions and then sinking them into my ass.
"AAAahhhh gawd! He's ass fucking meeeeeeeeeeee!" I squealed.
"What about me?" Wayne growled as he dropped me on his cock at the same
time as he thrust upward into my hole.
"UUNNGGHH!!! You're cunt fucking meeeeeeeeeeeeee!" I squealed again. I
had one more orgasm before Wayne ejaculated inside me a few minutes after
that.
Finally, it was Vance's turn. It was a good thing his colleagues had
copiously lubricated my pussy with their loads otherwise taking his thick
cock would have been difficult. As it was, he entered me without problems.
As soon as I felt him stretching me open, I exploded in an intense orgasm.
He grinned smugly knowing that he had made me cum just by driving his thick
spike into my pussy.
At first, he squatted over me ramming his dick straight down into my
waiting hole... deep, hard, driving thrusts that hammered my ass into the
mattress. I came... then I came again... and again. He laughed with hot
male pleasure knowing that I couldn't stop climaxing around his black fuck
stick.
"I need to shoot my load in you now, Tricia," he moaned in my ear.
"That's what my pussy is for, Vance. Shoot it in... Fill me, Stud."
"I want you spread wide with your legs hooked over my arms so I can get
all of my dick inside you and fuck your brains out. Can you take it like
that? That hard? That deep?"
"Don't worry, Honey. I'll tell you if you need to hold back a little.
Just fuck the shit out of me with that gorgeous black cock, Lover."
Vance hooked his arms under my knees and levered my legs up and back.
His powerful hips rammed into my sex saddle forcing my legs wide apart.
When his rod slammed into my defenseless pussy, I howled with female
pleasure. My feet jerked spastically in the air as my toes curled back
pointing my heels upward. Again and again, Vance rammed his full length
into me. The loads already pooled in my vagina were quickly churned into a
thick white froth that coated us both.
We were both grunting and screaming as I came again and again. Vance
released my legs and moved his hands beneath my hips to keep my pussy in
perfect fucking position. Thrusting my legs straight out, I arched my hips
to receive his cock. Finally, he couldn't hold out any longer. His
strokes shortened, he hit into me harder...deeper. Then, he thrust into
the bottom of my hole, his cock head against the opening of my womb, and
began to spew his sperm-filled semen into my waiting cunt.
----------------------------------------------------
After every man had had fucked me, except Greg, we took a short break.
After that the sex began again with Vance suggesting that he open up my ass
with his big dick so that I could handle two or three at the same time.
Matthews grinned and in his best imitation of Captain Picard of the USS
Enterprise, said, "Make it so!"
Vance promptly spread me out on the bed on my back with my legs arched
high and back to expose my asshole. A moment later, I was howling as his
big black schlong pumped in and out of my asshole. I had several orgasms
before his load filled my ass.
As soon as Vance pulled out of my now gaping ass, the men began screwing
me in twos or threes. At one time, I had Matthews in my ass, Adam in my
pussy, and Wayne fucking my mouth while I took all three of them in doggy
position. They had just established a steady rhythm that had me shuddering
in repeated climaxes when Greg moved beside us and pushed his erection into
my hand so that I was now servicing four men.
Matthews was the first to unload shooting a small load into my ass.
Wayne followed soon afterwards. Finally Adam ejaculated inside my pussy. I
was going to suck Greg off, but he moved away without reaching an orgasm.
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It was past midnight before none of the Dalmar executives could manage
another erection. After sorting out their clothes, they got dressed,
kissed me, and then one-by-one left the suite, but not before dropping
sizable tips onto the dresser. I didn't even bother to check to see how
much they thought I had been worth.
Greg was still naked and sitting in the lounge chair where he had pretty
much spent the past four hours. Having watched me pleasuring four men all
evening without any relief, his cock was a rigid shaft of iron. With semen
dripping out of my pussy and ass, I moved over to his chair, kneeled in
front of him, and whispered, "Do you want me to clean up before you fuck
me, or do you want me cum-filled and sweaty, Honey? Or do you want me at
all after watching me being a total slutty whore?"
For an answer, he stood up and pushed me onto my back on the floor. I
raised my legs and he moved between my open thighs. I looked down and saw
his rock-hard 9-inch cock already dripping fluids from its tip. "You can
have me any way you want, Greg, but this floor is going to be hard on my
back when you really start ramming that monster cock into me."
"It's not going to hurt at all, Tricia. Those Dalmar bastards have been
ramming you all night. I'm going to fuck you a different way... a more
exotic and intense way. Raise your legs higher, Honey. Elevate your pussy
for me."
I pulled my legs back until my heels were pointed directly at the
ceiling. Greg mounted me with his arms beneath my knees so I wouldn't have
to strain to hold them upright. He was careful to keep his weight off of
me by planting his right knee outside my hips and his left foot far to the
left up around my tits. Once in position, he carefully lowered his hips
until his cock found my opening.
"AAahhhh yes, Honey. That's it. Right there, Baby. You're in me!
Push it innnnnn... oohhhhhh god yessssssssss!" I moaned.
Slowly, Greg sank five... six.... seven... eight... and finally nine
inches of cock into my widely stretched and cum-lubricated pussy until his
balls were mashed snuggly against the top of my anus. I expected him to
being fucking me vigorously, but he had other plans.
As my fully-stuffed vagina throbbed around his rigid tool, Grey lowered
his mouth to mine, and for the first time in over four hours of sex, I was
kissed. His mouth opened and engulfed mine which spread open for him.
With our lips crushed together and our tongues entwined, caressing, and
fucking each other, he began to slowly grind his pubic bone against my
erect and throbbing clitoris. Erotic waves of pleasure rippled through me
in response. Next, I felt him flexing his cock inside me... and begin
moving just enough to rub erotically over my G-spot and varying the
stimulation he was giving my clitoris. It was delicious... hot...
sensuous. Not even my husband had fucked me like this.
In minutes, I was moaning into his mouth as his tongue fucked me and
mine replied. "Do me too," he moaned into my mouth.
I was shuddering in my first orgasm when I began squeezing his dick with
my vaginal muscles... harder and harder. As I squeezed him, he began to
give me short, hot strokes that had my G-spot sending waves of pleasure
through my body. I shuddered hard and came again. Throughout the entire
fucking, I never had less than eight inches of Greg's cock in my pussy.
When my third orgasm erupted causing my vagina to spasm even harder
around his shaft, he pulled his lips from mine and groaned, "I'm going to
cum, Tricia. Now!"
Before I could even reply, I felt his cock throb mightily deep inside my
channel. His load was monstrous. The first powerful jet shot into me with
such force, that I could feel it splattering against my womb and coating
the walls of my vagina. Five seconds later, his cock spewed another huge
stream of semen into me. Somewhere in the middle of his climax, I came for
the fourth time. I later wondered how long Greg had continued to ejaculate
inside me... it seemed like it had to be over a minute... perhaps two
minutes.
When he finally withdrew and rolled onto his back, he was gasping for
breath. I was doing the same. I was amazed. After having around 25
orgasms in four hours of sex with four randy men, I had climaxed as hard on
Greg's cock as I had when Vance had screwed me with his huge black dick. I
had never been more glad to have been born a woman. I felt sort of sorry
for the men who were usually limited to two to five orgasms.
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I slept with Greg Saturday night, and of course, as soon as we awoke, I
was fucked again. Eventually, we got up, showered, dressed and went down
to breakfast. Before checking out, Greg wanted to go back to our suite for
more sex, but I declined.
"No. I want to save the rest... if there is any... for Mitchel. I
owe him that much, at least.
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Fucking the Guys:
When I got home Sunday afternoon, Mitchel was waiting for me and very
eager to hear how my first efforts as Associate Director of PR had gone.
He started asking questions about how the Dalmar executives had responded
and if I thought that my company would get the contract. Right in the
middle of his third or fourth question I stopped him.
"I'll tell you all about that stuff later, Honey. Right now, I've just
got to get you in bed. I need you to make love to me... then fuck me...
or vice versa. Whatever... but I need it. Please."
Needless to say, my husband was surprised, enormously pleased, and
instantly hard as stone. As he carried me to our bedroom, I glanced at the
clock which read 2:34 PM. Mitch was a masterful lover, as usual, but this
time, he doubled his efforts and gave me one of the hottest fuckings of our
marriage. After his orgasm, I went down on him and sucked his cock while
fingering his ass until he was hard again. Then I rode him ... hard!
At 4:30, I was wailing beneath my husband as his 7.5 inch cock nailed my
ass. I didn't know whether it was the exotic excitement of having been a
total slut for the weekend, or if was my extreme guilt at having cheated on
my husband for the first time, or if it was something else. The one thing
I knew for certain was that I loved this man desperately, and every time he
pushed his cock into my eager pussy, I was immediately surging toward still
another orgasm.
By 6:30 PM, Mitch had screwed me five times... more than any one man
had done in a four-hour stretch over my slutty weekend. Unable to get it
up a sixth time, my awesome husband had gone down on me. His head was
buried between my thighs with his tongue lapping my pussy eating out the
four loads he had shot into me. I just knew if I asked him to eat out the
load he had put into my ass, he would do so. His tongue was bringing me to
my third orgasm to go with the 12 or so he given me with his cock.
Finally, I managed to force my brain to take over the thinking from my
pussy. This marvelous man eagerly licking my clitoris was just one guy...
not the five or six I had taken on over the weekend. I couldn't ...
shouldn't... be treating him like this. As much pleasure as he was giving
me, I knew he had to be completely exhausted, but his tongue and fingers
continued to drive me toward another climax.
Using all my will power, I pushed his head from between my thighs and
groaned, "I'm exhausted, Lover. You're going to kill me. Let's rest and
have some dinner."
"You're about to cum... I can tell. Don't tell me you aren't."
I couldn't believe how much my husband was concerned about me when I
knew he was completely exhausted. "You're right, Honey, but you've got to
be exhausted. I want you again later tonight. If I kill you now, who's
going to fuck my hot pussy tonight, Lover?"
"Jesus! Have I got a great wife or what! Have I told you lately how
much I love you?"
"I think it's been about five hours."
"Oh that's too long! I love you, Tricia Risener... totally!"
---------------------------------------------------
As soon as I arrived at the office on Monday morning, Greg was in my
office. "Come on, Tricia. The big boss, Sam Lambert, wants to see us.
Fix your make up and let's go."
We stopped for a moment at the ladies room, and I did as Greg had
suggested putting on fresh lipstick and a little eye shadow. A couple of
minutes later we were seated in Lambert's large office.
"Great. You're both here. That way I give you both the great news at
the same time. Bottom line. Matthews agreed to a five-year, $50 million
dollar contract. In addition, he told me very frankly that his Executive
Board was leaning toward Morgan rather than us, but the great reception the
two of you provided this last weekend swung the tide to us. So...
basically, the PR Division... primarily the two of you... won us a $50
million dollar client. I just wanted the pleasure of telling you this
myself. And... I also wanted to give each of you a more substantial
expression of the Company's appreciation." Lambert concluded by handing us
each an envelope.
"Enjoy your well-earned bonuses in good health. I'm looking forward to
many, many more successes like this in the future."
After leaving Lambert's office, I started to go to mine, but Greg
stopped me. "Where do you think you're going?"
"To my office... where else?"
"Not yet. Your boss requires the pleasure of your company in his
office. Now."
I followed him, and as soon as we were inside his office, he turned and
asked, "Shall we check our bonuses first or fuck first? Which?"
"Here? Now? We can't fuck here. You know how loud I get when I have
an orgasm. The whole company will know what we're doing."
"Nope. I've had my office totally soundproofed two years ago. You
should know. You were an executive secretary working just down the hall.
Did you ever hear any of the women howling when they had orgasms?" You
didn't, did you? Well, no one's going to hear you screaming when your
pussy explodes around my cock. Come on. I've decided. We fuck first.
Let's do it on my desk."
"No! Last weekend was one thing. I got dead drunk and did things I
should have never done, and then I did it again to win the damn Dalmar
contract. But that's over now."
"Do you want to watch excerpts from that DVD again, Tricia? I wasn't
kidding you. Now having to threaten you with exposure every time I want to
fuck you or enlist your help in winning business for the company is
nonsense. So, make up your mind once and for all... Are you going to be
my fuck buddy and help both win huge contracts and big bonuses like we've
just won, or do you want me to release that DVD to your husband, his dean,
your parents, your friends, and post it on the internet? What's it going
to be?"
"If you release it and Lambert sees it, you'll be fired. You know
that."
"Absolutely. No doubt about it. And so will you. In addition, you
won't be able to face your parents again or your husband. And most likely,
his dean will ask him to resign... "for the good of the college"... as
I'm sure he will put it."
"Why are you doing this to me, Greg?"
"Because you're the hottest piece of ass I've ever had... and for that
matter, the hottest piece just about any man has ever had. In addition, we
can make a fortune together with my contacts and your hot body. Basically,
I'm gambling that you won't throw away your career, all the money you could
make, your marriage, your husband's career, your relationship with your
parents and your friends along with all the fun you could have fucking a
lot of wildly excited men just because you think you shouldn't be cheating
on your husband. If I'm wrong, then we're both shit out of luck. So...
decide, Tricia."
I really didn't have to take much time to consider the situation. "Do
you want me on my back on your desk or bent over it, Honey?"
"Just to be certain that you understand your position, take off the
dress, bra, and panties, then bend over the desk. Arch that sexy butt high
so I can get my 9-inch cock where you want it."
I looked Greg right in the eye as I unzipped my dress and let it fall to
the floor. Unhooking my bra, I pulled it away from my tits and tossed it
aside. "You want to pull off my panties, Boss? Or should I do it?"
"In future, I'll take off your panties. This time, you take them off
and then present your cunt to me."
"Whatever you say, Honey," I whispered as I stripped off my panties
leaving me in just my stockings and panties. "is this the way you want me,
Boss?"
"Oh yes. Just like that. In the future, however, take off your bra as
soon as you get to work. Your tits are so firm, you don't need one."
"All right... no bra in the future. If you're going to fuck me naked,
I want you naked too. Take it off, Greg. Get naked and fuck your slutty
associate director." It took him less time to strip than it had taken me.
"God! Your cock is awesome! Just fucking awesome," I moaned. "It's
too bad it's attached to such a bastard."
"You like big-cocked bastards fucking your juicy cunt, Tricia. Now shut
up and bend over. Big cock is coming in!"
Bending over Greg's desk, I thrust my ass high and waited. Before
entering me, Greg ordered me to put my arms behind my back. When I did so,
he pressed my wrists together and held them with one hand. Fitting his
cock into my opening, he pulled me back onto his shaft at the same time as
he drove his hips forward sinking all 9 inches of man meat into my cunt.
"OOOhhhh gawd damn! It's so fucking big! UUNnnghh... fuck me with
that dick, you hot bastard... AAAHHHH SCREW ME LIKE A WHORE, YOU DIRTY
BASTARD! FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!"
I had two intense orgasms before Greg shot his load into my throbbing
cunt. After his orgasm abated, he sat down in his desk chair and pulled me
onto his lap, his cock still buried inside my vagina.
"Now, let's see how much our bonuses are," he said with a grin.
"Shall I open mine first, or do you want to open yours?" I asked.
"Let's open them together, but first how about a little bet as to who
got the biggest bonus? You or me? I'll give you your choice."
"And what are the stakes?"
"How about if you win, you get to pick where and how I fuck you the next
time. If I win, I get to choose. Deal?"
"Ok. I think you got the biggest bonus because you're the Director and
it would look bad if mine were larger."
"Smart woman. Just another case of there not being much justice in the
world because we both know it was you and you alone who got us the Dalmar
contract, not me. Shall we?"
We opened our envelopes. My bonus was a hefty $5,000, but I won our bet
when Greg's was $7,000.
"Ok. You win. When and where do I screw your delicious pussy the next
time?"
"Right here... right now. Just sit there while I squeeze your big dick
with my pussy until I get you hard. Then I'm going to ride you until I
fuck your erection into the ground, Stud." With me squirming my naked ass
on his lap and my vagina squeezing his cock, I had Greg's cock hard and
ready in just a few minutes. I began to ride him for my own pleasure...
ramming my pussy up and down his big dick as I kept it pressed directly on
my clit until I exploded in an intense climax drenching his thighs with my
juices.
"Oh fucking shit! I'm cumming, Baby... cumming on your big cock!"
I got off a second time before Greg's prick shot off inside my pounding
pussy. I didn't even slow down. Now my clasping vagina was sliding up and
down his ultra-sensitive dick. He was yelling for me to stop, but I
ignored him until I had drained every ounce of pleasure I could from his
dick.
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Sunday and Monday pretty much set the schedule for my sex life. Every
day, Greg would fuck me once or twice at the office or occasionally in a
motel during an extended lunch hour. In the evening, I would try to make
it up to my husband by giving him the hottest sex of his life.
The amazing thing to me was that even though Greg was fucking a
relatively new pussy as well as someone else's wife, whereas my husband was
banging the same pussy he had already fucked a thousand times, Mitchel was
by far the better fuck. He got harder; he could get it up more often, his
bedroom skills were more erotic and varied, and of course, he loved me,
which by itself made him far better than Greg. Of course, Greg did have
the advantage of having a 9-inch cock while my husband only had 7.5 inches.
Even so, my husband won the Tricia fucking contest going away.
It was three weeks after the Dalmar contract that Greg informed me of
our dinner date with David Pearson, the CEO of Pearson Products, Inc. I
was getting dressed after Greg had finished fucking me on his couch, when
he told me.
"This coming Thursday evening, you and I are taking David Pearson out to
dinner for an evening's entertainment. He's in town to renew his contract
with us on Friday. Lambert told me to be certain to show him a good time
Thursday evening. So make your excuses to your husband. Let him know
you'll be late."
"How am I supposed to do that?"
"How the hell should I know. I'm divorced, remember. I could never
make up convincing excuses to my wife. I'm sure you'll think of
something."
"Pearson likes threesomes? Is that it?"
"What? What are you talking about? What's this about threesomes?"
"Well, you said you and I were taking Pearson out for an evening's
entertainment. Pearson, you, and I makes three. Right?"
"Oh. I see what you mean. No. He's not into that. I've arranged to
get an urgent call from my brother... family emergency. I'll leave you
right after we finish dinner and discussing business. From there on, you
provide him with a hot night to remember."
"So I'm to be the company whore again?"
"I wouldn't put it that way, Tricia."
"No? How would you put it?"
"I would say you're doing your job as Associate Director of PR for the
company. And I might add that you're doing it outstandingly well."
----------------------------------------------------
Over the next six months, Greg and I landed over 14 very lucrative
contracts for the company. My bonuses were getting larger and larger
although always smaller than Greg's. To get those 14 contracts, I had
fucked 37 different men, and many of them multiple times. In addition,
Greg was still screwing me once or twice a day.
Although I did love all the sex, none of it came close to equaling the
sex I had with Mitchel. Every time my husband made passionate love to me,
my level of guilt rose higher and higher until it had reached almost
unbearable proportions.
Not only was Mitchel a superb lover and a glorious husband, he was also
very sensitive to subtle cues. I knew he sensed something was very wrong,
but how could he possibly figure out that his loving, beautiful wife was
being blackmailed into being the company whore? Besides, even if by some
miracle he figured it out, what could he do? He was a teacher of physics.
He dealt with young men and women, teaching them knowledge that was already
known and showing them how to use that knowledge to create still more
knowledge for the benefit of mankind. He had no experience in business and
even less in dealing with low-life blackmailers like Greg Masterson.
By this time, I knew that I should have rebelled as soon as Greg had
shown me that incriminating video. It would have been bad, very bad, but I
had been dead drunk to the point of having lost all my inhibitions and with
them, control of myself. I felt that my husband would have stood by me and
forgiven me. Together, we could have probably weathered the storm.
But now, after all I done while stone cold sober, it was truly hopeless.
The best I could possibly hope for was to keep my husband in the dark and
wait until I got old and fat enough that Greg would stop using me as the
company whore. Since I knew that some men preferred older, more mature
women, I knew that could be 15 or 20 more years, if not longer. My despair
grew worse with every passing day.
================================
The Hand of Fate:
It was a Wednesday, approximately 8 months after the Dalmar contract.
Another large contract renewal was hanging in the balance with MacPherson
whose executives were similar to Dalmar's. They liked to be wooed and
fucked by hot-bodied, sexy women at our company's expense before they
signed on the dotted line. Of course, Greg had a secret weapon to avoid a
lot the expense of hiring escorts, me!
On Monday of that week, he had informed me that I should set up a suite
at the Marriott Inn and staff it with two escorts, one hot blonde and a
sexy redhead.
Almost automatically, I had asked, "How many MacPherson executives will
be at the negotiations on Friday?"
"Seven or eight. That's the best estimate they would provide."
"Well, even it's only seven, we should probably hire three escorts," I
had suggested.
"No need. We have a third. A fantastically hot brunette named Tricia
Risener. Hire two more. The three of you should be able to give the
MacPherson guys a night to remember... and as usual, land the renewal
contract."
"But what about the arrangements for the Praxton contract negotiations.
That's likely to be $10 million. I need to be working on those
arrangements this week otherwise we might lose that new contract. Let me
hire a third escort and work on Praxton."
"Not to worry, Honey. I've got Praxton covered. You take care of the
MacPherson people on Thursday night. I'll work until 1 AM or whatever and
get everything in order for you to finish up on Friday. This way, we'll
nail the MacPherson business and also have a great shot to land Praxton
next week. Understand?"
"Yeah, Boss. I understand."
"Good. Let's take a long lunch. I've got a room reserved. I can't
wait to spend a couple of hours sinking my cock into that hot box of yours.
Haven't been it since Friday, and that's too long, Honey."
Greg fucked me three times that afternoon. When I got home from work, I
could hardly wait to get my husband into bed and feel my body next to the
man I loved. During dinner, I told him that I was going to have work very
late on Thursday evening preparing for our Praxton initiative the following
week. As usual, he asked me if there was anything he could do to help.
"I don't think so, Honey. But I really appreciate your support. I just
feel terrible when I have to leave you alone in the evenings like this."
"It's Ok. I have to go to my office and work late on Thursday night
anyway. The midterm exams are on Wednesday, and I have a huge grading job
to get done before Friday. So it works out well. You have to work and so
do I... so instead of missing each other on two nights, we roll both
nights together and only have to miss each other for one night. Perfect
timing, right?" he said with a warm loving smile.
That night I practically destroyed my husband in bed. Even when we were
both exhausted, I had him lying on top of me with my arms around his
shoulders hugging him at the same time as my legs were hooked over his. I
just couldn't get close enough to him. He made me feel safe... loved...
worth something instead of being the company whore.
Finally, it was Thursday night. Eight MacPherson executives were
waiting at the Marriott Inn to fuck me multiple times. I hated it and
loved it... both at the same time. As it turned out, Mitchel left the
house before I did. His brief case was stuffed full of examination papers
he had been working on while I prepared dinner. It was obvious that he was
going to be working very late. He even warned me.
"Honey, if you finish early and come home, don't be disturbed if I'm not
here. I doubt that I can possible finish all this grading before 1 AM."
"I really worry about you being at work so late at night in that empty
building, Honey."
"No need to worry, Tricia. There's an armed guard at the front entryway
every night until 8 AM. You have to show a proper ID and sign in. To
leave the building, you have to sign out. So I'll be perfectly safe. It's
essentially like having an armed body guard. Besides, there's nothing of
value in the physics building... at least not of any value to a layman.
So don't worry."
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At 8:15 PM, I was riding the thick cock of one of the MacPherson
executives in reverse cowgirl position while two other men sat a few feet
away watching their colleague fucking me. As usual, my body was betraying
my husband by erupting in hard, repeated orgasms.
By 10:30 PM, every one of the eight executives had fucked me. Ruefully,
I reflected on the fact that 45 men plus Greg had now fucked me since that
evening with the Dalmar executives. In a weird way, I was pleased since
the MacPherson guys had fucked me twice as many times as either one of the
two gorgeous escorts. Men always prefer to fuck married pussy... as long
as the pussy is married to someone else.
At 10:45, the men began double and triple fucking us. I was in doggy
position on one of the king-sized beds with one cock buried balls deep in
my cunt, another plunging in and out of my asshole, and a third using my
mouth. The blonde escort was on the bed beside me being triple teamed by
three more of the men while the redhead was having to be satisfied by two
dicks in her cunt and ass.
It was nearing midnight, when the MacPherson CEO suggested we order room
service and have a bite to eat. The two escorts and I were grateful for
the break. While we waited for the food, the three of us took a quick
shower, cleaned our pussies, and fixed our make up. I even put on some
jewelry to provide a new look for the men.
By 12:30 AM, I was again taking cocks in my mouth and ass. By this time
every female asshole had been entered and fucked multiple times so none of
us were having any problems accommodating even the largest of the men. The
guy pumping his cock into my ass was big, but he was sinking into me balls
deep on every thrust. As usual, I was having repeated orgasms.
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It was 1:30 AM when I opened the front door to my home. I knew my
husband was already home because a huge stack of graded examination papers
was on the dining room table. I wasn't surprised that he had given up
waiting for me and had gone to bed. I really wanted to wake him up and get
him to make love to me, but I knew he was very tired so I settled for
cuddling up to him and enjoying the warmth of his strong masculine body.
With my love pressed against me, I quickly fell into a deep sleep.
During breakfast, my husband asked about my evening and wanted to know
if I had gotten the Praxton initiative done. I told him the truth... at
least sort of .... by telling him that it wasn't yet finished but I
expected to get everything done today. I then asked him if he had managed
to finish the grading.
"Yep! All done. Thank god. That was a chore. Didn't get home until
nearly 1 AM. I hope you weren't mad when I didn't wait up. I wasn't sure
how late you would be, Honey."
"I would have been angry if you had stayed up as tired as you were,
Honey. We'll make up for it tonight."
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When I arrived at the office things were in a turmoil. Police cars were
every where. The entire building was blocked by police tape. I had to
show extensive ID before I was allowed inside.
As soon as I arrived on my floor, I was greeted by Sam Lambert. "Thank
god, you're here, Tricia. There's been a tragedy. Come into my office,
and I'll bring you up to speed, at least to the extent that I can. The
police will be talking to you later."
"What's going on?" I asked as soon as I had taken a chair in Lambert's
office. The fact that he was not sitting behind his desk but beside me
seemed ominous.
"I don't know any why to say this gently or cleverly, so I'm just going
to give it to you straight. Greg Masterson was murdered last night in his
office!"
"WHAT?! MURDERED?! Do you mean he died of a heart attack or something
or do you really mean he was murdered?"
"He was murdered... brutally. I discovered his body and called the
police. You don't want to go in there, Tricia, even if the police will
allow it. Take my word for it. You don't want to see what was done to
him."
"What? Why?? Why would anyone want to murder Greg? That doesn't make
any sense."
"Apparently the motive was robbery. The wall safe is open and all the
cash is missing. In fact, everything in the safe is missing. It's empty."
"How much was in there? I thought it was just petty cash?"
"That's what we called it so what has happened, wouldn't happen. But,
in reality, we kept on the order of $25,000 in cash in Greg's safe. That's
the money we use for entertaining clients. But as far as the police are
concerned, you know nothing about the contents of the safe. That was
Greg's area of responsibility, not yours. Understand?"
"Yes, perfectly. Well, $25,000 is a lot of money to some people. I
suppose I can understand why someone might kill for that much money, but
why brutalize Greg, as you say they did."
"They apparently tortured him to get the combination to the safe. It
was just awful!"
"Tortured him? How?"
"I suppose you should know. You're going to be the new Director of
Public Relations, so you probably need to know, but it's not pretty. Are
you up to it?"
"I don't want the promotion this way, Mr. Lambert."
"I know you don't. Who would? I hope no one who works in the company
would want that, but you have to take it. No one else is even remotely as
qualified as you. And you were always going to be the next Director. This
has just made it happen sooner although we both wish it were otherwise.
So, are you prepared for the gruesome details? This is for your ears only.
It doesn't leave this room. Understand?"
"Yes, of course. Go on."
"All right. This is hard... really, really hard to even speak. I
don't see how anyone could possibly do something like this. Anyway, they
cut off his clothes... all of them.. and then they tied him to the chair.
After that, they cut him across the chest. But he was quite a man... that
would have been more than enough to get the combination from most men, but
apparently not from Greg."
Lambert took a deep breath, poured himself a drink and looked as me to
silently ask if I wanted one. When I shook my head, he continued.
"When Greg refused to give up the combination after being cut repeatedly
across the chest, they cut him.... elsewhere."
"Cut him with a knife or what?"
"Actually, the police think it might have been a razor or a surgical
scalpel. My god.... this is hard to even say. They castrated him."
"Oh my god!" my hand flew to my mouth.
"That's not all."
"But surely he gave up the combination then?"
"The police think he did... probably before they castrated him, but he
had somehow pissed them off so much that they went ahead and finished the
job. They opened the safe, cleaned it out, and then finished Greg. At
least, that's the theory the police have."
"Finished him? They cut his throat even after they had the money?"
"He probably recognized them, and they had to kill him to prevent him
from revealing their identity to the police. But... but... oh god. But
they didn't cut his throat." Lambert wiped his forehead, closed his eyes,
and said, "The emasculated him. They cut off his penis. Oh Jesus! I
don't know... maybe he bled to death or maybe they stabbed him in the
heart. I just don't know."
At that point, the single thought that raced through my mind was, "What
a shame to waste a gorgeous 9-inch cock like that." Of course, I didn't say
that to Lambert.
An hour later, the police were in my office questioning me. I told them
I was at the Marriott Inn with all the representatives of MacPherson who
were to start contract negotiations today, but that, of course, would now
be postponed to a later date.
"When were you there, Mrs. Risener?"
"From 8:15 PM until around 1:30 AM."
"Who was present?"
I gave them the names of the eight MacPherson executives and the names
of the two escorts. At that point, the detective raised his eyebrows.
"And the purpose of your visit was ....?" he asked.
"The MacPherson contract is a $10 million dollar deal. It's important
for the company to establish a good working relationship with our clients.
I was there in my official capacity as the Associate Director of PR to see
that that was being accomplished."
"By the two escorts?"
"Yes. You're an experienced man. I'm sure I don't have to explain what
their duties were. But sometimes they try to take advantage of the very
people they're supposed to be pleasing. I make certain that doesn't
happen."
"Of course. That's of no concern to us. I just need to establish your
whereabouts during the evening. We will, of course, check, but with 10
witnesses, I think we have clearly established that. Do you know what was
in the safe?"
"Petty cash in some amount. Mr. Masterson never shared that
information with me. He also told me that important papers were kept in
the safe, but I can't see how those could be of any interest to thieves.
You'll have to ask the CEO , Mr. Sam Lambert, about the papers. Maybe he
knows. I don't. Above my pay grade, I'm afraid."
"I understand. I do have one more question, but first I need to give
you some background about the manner of Mr. Masterson's death. I don't
want to tell you all the details, but the perpetrators apparently tortured
Mr. Masterson for the combination to the safe by cutting him several times
across the chest. At least, that's our theory at the moment. After
cleaning out the safe, the coroner tells us that Mr. Masterson was killed
by placing his head inside a tightly-tied, plastic bag until suffocation
occurred."
"They had the money? Why did they have to murder Greg?" I asked.
"That's what we're trying to find out. Perhaps he knew them and could
have identified his attackers if he had been permitted to live. However,
we're not certain that was the motive for the murder. After Mr. Masterson
was dead, the perpetrators first castrated his body, then they emasculated
him... cut off his penis. Finally, they wrote some words across his chest
with an indelible magic marker. The words were "Quid Pro Quo". That's
Latin for "something for something".
"Thank god for that," I said with a deep sigh.
"What?"
"My CEO, Mr. Lambert, who discovered the body and called the police,
gave me a quick summary of what he knew about the murder. He is under the
impression that the castration and emasculation occurred before death and
caused it. I'm just thankful that least it was done after Greg was already
dead. How do you know that?"
"By the amount of blood loss. The coroner is certain that the
mutilation occurred after death. All of this suggests to us that perhaps
Mr. Masterson may have stolen a substantial sum of money from the
perpetrators and this was payback... they steal the money out of his safe
and take his life... something for something... quid pro quo. This gives
the whole thing the ring of a Mafia hit. My question is do you know anyone
from whom Mr. Masterson might have stolen a large sum of money or someone
whom he greatly injured?"
"Well, our business is sometimes cut throat. It's highly competitive.
There are always winners and losers, and the amount of money at stake is
usually huge. I can tell you... and Mr. Lambert will confirm this,,, Mr.
Masterson was a highly successful, talented Director of PR who brought in
huge amounts of business to this company. In the process, he could have
made some very vengeful enemies. But I can't provide you with names.
Again, I suggest you discuss this with Mr. Lambert."
"We will, and thank you for your cooperation, Mrs. Risener. I'm sure
you were close to your boss. I'm truly sorry for your loss, particularly
considering the circumstances."
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That night, I spent three hours telling Mitchel what had happened in all
the gory details. Throughout my recitation, he sat quietly listening,
analyzing, thinking almost without interruption. The only times he did
interrupt were to ask for additional information about some point.
When I finished, he poured us both a stiff drink. Handing it to me, he
said, "Don't object. Drink it. We both need something to steady our
nerves."
We were silent until we had both consumed the drinks. Then Mitch said,
"So you're now the Director of PR? Not just the acting Director, but the
permanent Director?"
"So it would seem. Lambert told me I was the only qualified person and
that it was generally agreed that I would be the next director when Greg
stepped down. So this just speeded the process according to Lambert"
"Isn't' it amazing how the hand of fate can suddenly step in and change
a person's life?"
"Yes. It's truly amazing. I can hardly believe it."
"Do the police think you're a suspect? You were working late in the
building last night."
"No. First, the murder was so gruesome, they can't believe it could be
a woman. And second, I had to leave the building to check on the
entertainment for the MacPherson executives who were supposed to be
negotiating their renewal contract today, but of course that's been
postponed now. I was with a dozen people for three hours that covers the
time of death, so I'm clear."
"Well, that fortunate. Again, the hand of fate... who could have
anticipated that having to leave would work out well for you."
"Do you have any idea why someone would write quid pro quo across Greg's
chest?" I asked.
"Something for something... sounds to me like he made some powerful,
ruthless enemies doing something he shouldn't have done. Most likely he
was inflicting great hurt or injury on someone who did not take kindly to
his actions. Who knows? Maybe it was some drug-crazed loonies."
"The police will probably question you, Honey?"
"Me? A physics teacher? I hardly think so, but it doesn't matter. I
signed into the physics building at 7;45 PM or so and didn't leave until
almost 1 AM when I signed out. The guard entered my departure time in the
log. So I'm covered just as you are. Besides that, what I know about your
company and PR can safely be inserted under my little fingernail."
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On Monday, I entered my new office as Director of PR for the first time.
It wasn't Greg's office as that was still blocked by police tape as a crime
scene. Instead, Lambert gave me a newly furnished office in his wing of
the building. Since Greg had not gotten to work on the Praxton initiative,
I started doing that immediately. Lambert had secured a delay without
prejudice because of the murder so I had a full week to complete the
preparations.
It was 11 AM when the Fed Ex courier arrived with the special delivery
manila envelop that was securely sealed with tape. I had to produce
extensive identification and then sign before the envelop was handed over.
Across the front were the words, "Confidential: Eyes only: Mrs. Tricia
Risener". There was no return address.
Opening the envelop, I found one sheet of paper and a smaller envelop,
also sealed. The paper was a short printed letter on plain paper
containing no signature nor address. The message read:
"We have what we wanted. The contents inside the small envelop
apparently belong to you and are of no interest to us. We sincerely advise
that you destroy the contents and this letter immediately."
Shivers were running up and down my spine as I looked at the small
envelop now lying on top of the cryptic letter. When I opened it, there
were two DVDs inside. Nothing else. Getting up, I locked my door and
instructed my secretary no calls. When I inserted one of the DVDs into my
DVD player, I saw Hal Chambers vigorously fucking his cock into my cunt as
I squealed with hot pleasure. Instantly, I turned off the player and
ejected the DVD.
After burning the letter and carefully scraping all the ashes into a
plain envelop and sealing it, I methodically broke each of the DVDs into a
dozen pieces. These, I placed in a second envelop. Since I was now PR
Director, I could take a long lunch hour if I wished. During that extended
lunch hour, I took a leisurely walk along the riverside. As I walked, I
tossed the broken pieces of the two DVDs, one by one, in the depths of the
river. Just before returning, I scattered the ashes of the letter across
the waters.
The Hand of Fate had given me a reprieve.
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A Dinner Party:
A week later, Mitchel invited David and Maria Costain, his closest
friend on the physics faculty and his wife, to dinner. We always enjoyed
each other's company and had a lot of fun playing competitive scrabble or
trivial pursuits, husbands against the wives.
During the scrabble game, Maria apologized to me for having to put us
off the previous week when we had asked them to dinner. "We really hated
having to ask for a rain check last week, Tricia. Blame it on David. He
was totally snowed under grading his mid-term exams. He gave them on
Wednesday and didn't finish grading until an hour before the dean's
deadline on Friday afternoon. We just couldn't make it."
"Don't give another moment's thought. I understand completely. Mitch
had the same problem."
"Yeah he did," David commented, "but your husband is the fastest grader
in the west... just unbelievable. He had every paper graded by Thursday
morning. I wish I was just half as efficient as Mitch."
When I stared at Mitch, he just smiled and said, "It's your play, Honey.
You'd better score some big points or David and I going to be the winning
team tonight."
After the Costains had left and we were doing the dishes, I turned to my
husband and said, "Honey, those graded papers. I thought you were grading
them on Thursday night when Greg was murdered. But David said you had them
graded that morning. What's the deal here?"
Mitch replied as he continued stacking the dishes in the dishwasher, "I
had completed the first grading, but I always grade every paper twice...
to catch mistakes and to be fair to my students. I did that Thursday
night. Why?"
"Fair to the students? What does that mean?"
"When you grade physics exams, it's the method that counts, not just
whether the final answer is right or wrong. That means I frequently have
to assign partial credit on problems. It's just human nature to be tougher
on the students whose papers I grade first than I am on the later ones
after I've gotten my expectations calibrated. So... to be fair, I grade
all papers twice and reverse the grading order on the second pass."
"So... if you fuck ten women during a party, you're tougher on the
first woman than you are on the tenth?"
"Exactly! So, to be fair to the first woman, I always fuck all ten of
them twice... in reverse order, of course."
"Sexy Satyr. So how many times do you plan on fucking me tonight?"
"As many times as it takes to get it right and to be fair, Tricia."
"Honey, you're going to be working until the sun comes up."
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The lighted dial on the bedside clock told me it was 3:30 AM. Mitch had
power fucked me like a raging tiger five times from 9 PM until 1:30 PM. At
one point, he had my legs high in the air with my knees pressed back almost
to my tits. His shaft, which was still rock-hard in spite of the three
loads he had already shot into me, was alternating between my cunt and ass
holes. Back and forth ... and every stroke was driving balls deep into my
depths ramming my hips deep into the mattress.
I was howling in rapture as my tiger ravaged my holes... scraping his
shaft over my throbbing, swollen clit and working it over my G-spot. I
could feel my cuntal secretions seeping out of my tightly plugged vagina
and running down my ass crack. Whenever I could gain enough control to
speak, I couldn't stop begging him to fuck me harder... deeper...
faster... to make me cum. He did all those things and more.
Every time Mitch shot off inside me, he pulled out and mashed his face
between my thighs where his tongue licked and swabbed every inch of my
quivering clit, pussy, and ass holes. Again and again, he had made my body
shudder and shake in the throes of still another hard orgasm.
At 1:30 AM, his fifth load had just filled my pussy. His thrusting
slowly stopped, his cock finally becoming flaccid. I couldn't remember
ever feeling more sexually satisfied or loved.
Now, at 3:30 AM, with my husband spooned against me in a deep sleep, I
was still awake, staring into the darkness ... thinking. The lines from
Poe's Raven came to mind.
"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before."
Was it the hand of fate that had saved me? Crazed-loonies as Mitch had
suggested, or the Mafia as the police had speculated? Why would crazed
loonies return the DVDs to me? Why would the Mafia care enough to return
them? Why didn't they use them to blackmail me? Was it the hand of fate
or perhaps another hand... one I knew much better?
Looking down at my sleeping husband, I whispered softly to myself,
"Which are you, my Darling, a gentle lamb or a raging tiger?
Sliding down in the bed, I pressed myself tightly against Mitch's body.
As sleep came, my last thoughts were "Tiger or Lamb, I've got the man I
love back. Goodnight, My Love."
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