0 comments/ 127434 views/ 20 favorites For the Love of Money By: Emanon_Pen © Copyright, Emanon_Pen, 2007. All Rights Reserved. The stories on this website are works of fiction. Any characters resemblance to persons living or dead is purely and entirely coincidental. Any actions taken by the characters or the portrait of such actions never occurred and if they mimic any form of reality, it is purely and entirely coincidental. These stories contain explicit descriptions of sexual activity between consenting and non-consenting adults and may be perceived by some as being pornographic. If you feel that literary erotica is pornographic, then do not continue surfing this website or begin reading any of the stories posted here. If you inadvertently or with willful intent download a story to your computer or receive it as an e-mail attachment, then you should DELETE IT NOW AND LEAVE THE WEBSITE. 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"Fuck you James," growled Beverly, "I understand exactly what you did. You took our life savings, all ten thousand dollars of it and gave it to Mitchell to invest in whatever financial instrument he felt would appreciate. And now, thirty-six days later you drag me to his ostentatious four story penthouse for some sort of meeting about our life savings." Beverly Costello sat stick straight looking back-and-forth from her husband to his employer wondering about what has happened to their hard earned savings. All six foot six inches and two-hundred twenty-five pounds of Mitch arose from the matching leather chair, walked around to the front of the desk, and leaned his backside against the edge while he kept his stare on the woman who was as stressed as a journeyman stock trader who just lost several hundreds of thousands dollars of his client's money. Mitch understood her fear of things financial, like the stock market, buying and selling options, precious metals, and corporate and tax-free bonds. He started trading as a teenager in penny stocks learning as he went along. He supplanted his early trading by reading all he could about investment strategies. He graduated high school in the top two percent of his class, attended college and graduate school getting his BA and MBA in finance and marketing from Princeton University and The Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania respectively. Mitch traded for a number of years on Wall Street, made an obscene amount of money as an arbitrageur, and in a few years started his own private investment firm. The minimum investment required by Mitch to become one of his clients - ten million dollars. The couple sitting opposite him was one of the infinitesimally small numbers of small initial investment dollar investors, but more importantly, James Costello was a newly hired employee of his investment firm. James' status as an employee opened the door for Mitch to accept him as an investor. There was one additional item that Mitch had seen that pushed him to accept James' request. Usually Mitch would hem and haw, make excuses, or require a long time of employment before allowing an employee to invest, but Mitch had seen James's wife's picture on his desk. The picture showed a tall, lithe, blond haired, blue eyed, long legged, small breasted beauty standing next to the man that was now employed as an entry-level employee. Mitch was taken with her beauty and decided the easiest way to get between her legs was to make them an offer neither of them could refuse. Once James asked if he could as an employee give Mitch a small amount of money to invest, Mitch's opportunity knocked and he took action. "Beverly, may I call you Beverly?" he inquired, but didn't wait for an answer. "Your husband gave me your life savings to invest and hopefully make grow into a respectable, no, substantial amount of money. To earn enough money, that both of you could retire and never have to work again the rest of your life. If you had allowed him the time to explain to you the T's and C's of our agreement..." Beverly interrupted him, "T's and C's?" Mitch stifled his laughter. He wondered if she had more than a high school education, but he knew she had a degree in fine arts from a respectable mid-western university. He responded, "Terms and conditions." He continued, "I told your husband that if I lost the money, I would replace all ten thousand dollars of it and give you any interest you lost from the money market investment you guys invested in. And, if you had a profit, it was all yours. I mean one hundred percent of it as I am not taking any form of monetary commission. And, come to think of it, James is an employee, now isn't he." Beverly looked from Mitch to her husband and back to Mitch without saying a word. Mitch could see the look of incredulous shock on her face and that her hands were maintaining a death grip on the arms of the French provincial antique chair she was sitting in. He also noted the small engagement ring she was wearing next to her thin gold wedding band. He assumed they did not come from wealth and why they were in New York City could only be James' wish to become a stock broker and play in the big league. James finally was able to get a word in edgewise, "So, Mitch, you asked us here for a reason and I'm assuming that you have some news for us about how you made out with our money. So, how'd we do?" "Excuse me James, but there are some conditions that we haven't discussed with your wife and I think it would be beneficial to all concerned that we do." James replied, "I don't think so. I know what you are alluding to and I accepted the terms, so, how'd we do?" Mitch returned to his chair, sat down, and opened a manila folder that contained a single piece of paper. He noticed that Beverly did not say word about the 'alluding to' comment James had uttered moments earlier. He looked at the paper and then up to the couple sitting opposite him. "James, Beverly, I am happy to tell you that your ten thousand dollars has grown in thirty-six days to three hundred and sixty thousand dollars." James Costello just smiled at Mitch proving to Mitch that he knew that Mitch would not fail to make the small investment grow by a whopping thirty-six hundred percent. Beverly Costello sat with her mouth agape not believing that Mitch had made that much money from such a small investment. They looked at one another, moved closer, and hugged each other knowing that all things considered they were on the road to being wealthy. Together they said, "Thank you, Mitch. Thank you very much." Mitch said 'You're welcome, but you know that the money isn't yours, yet... You can leave with your ten thousand dollars or you can agree to the final terms and conditions." "Final terms and conditions???" asked James with a questioning look on his thin threadlike face. "Yes, and they're quite simple. Now that you're initial investment has grown by thirty-six hundred percent, you have absolutely no chance to see it go down-the-drain, you have to agree that from this day forward that I will have my way with Beverly anytime and anyplace I want. Beverly, that James is what I was alluding to." "What the fuck!!!" yelled Beverly. Her breathing now very noticeable as her chest rose and fell with her increasing anger. "It is very simple. Both of you will in a few months be millionaires because of me. And because I've taken the time to make you millionaires, I will collect my commission. Like I iterated previously, I am not taking a monetary commission, but a sexual commission." "Fuck you, Mitch!!!" again from the mouth of Beverly Costello; such a beautiful woman spewing such ugly venom at the man who just made her life a lot easier. "Beverly, please," sighed James. "We'll be set for life and if I know Mitch, when we have enough money and he's not investing for us, he'll stop taking his commission. You know sweetie, we'll be able to stop working and raise our children when we decide to have them." The daggers emanating from Beverly Costello's eyes were enough to tell her husband that he was wrong in his thinking. "If you want the money so much, why don't you have sex with him? In fact, why don't you get on your fuckin' knees and suck his cock, now!!!" Mitch laughed when he heard her tell her husband to suck his cock, but could see her dominant possibilities exposing themselves.. What Beverly didn't know was in a matter of months both of them would be begging him to allow them to suck his cock. But first, he had to take Beverly and make her see that he was the man to be fucking her. He didn't say anything when both of them looked at him. Mitch just waved his hands as if to say he's sorry for laughing out loud at Beverly's comment. "Please, Beverly. Why can't you see what it will mean for us? Mitch guarantees that in twelve months we'll be worth a minimum of four million three hundred and twenty thousand dollars. We can retire and based upon the investments we'll be able to travel or do anything that we want. Mitch told me that when we say we have enough he'll make the final investment to give us a tax free income for the rest of our lives. Don't look at me like that, Bev. I had an idea from the way he looked at the picture I have of you on my desk, that he would like to have a tryst with you. Please, just do what he wants for the both of us." "I can't believe you, James!!! You willing to let his man, your boss, have sex with me so we, no you, can be wealthy. What if I say no to your proposal and agreement with him?" James looked from his wife to Mitch; who sat like the Cheshire cat with a shit-eating grin on his face, and seemed to be at a loss for words. It was painfully obvious that he didn't think it would ruin his marriage or he wouldn't be sitting in Mitch's penthouse apartment with his wife knowing he agreed to let his boss have her for taking their small investment and making it grow. "Bev, how many times have we fantasized about me watching you with another man? How many times have you told me about what it would feel like being with another..." Beverly Costello jumped to her five foot ten inch height, turned, and with an open hand slapped her husband across the face. James reeled in his seat having never seen his wife so mad. Mitch just sat in his leather chair behind his desk taking in the marital bliss gone asunder and not saying a word to either of them. To Mitch, it was also painfully obvious that Beverly Costello had no idea her husband was offering her to him for making them millionaires. James took a minute to recover and with a large red mark on his left cheek reminded his wife, "Bev, think about the money." Beverly replied, "The money!!! Fuck the money, you're asking me to whore myself out to your boss!!! What else have you offered him in return for making us millionaires??? Don't answer that question, James. I can see by the lump in your pants you've all ready started in without me." Beverly Costello looked at Mitch resigned to the fact that her husband was willing to allow his boss to have sexual relations with her knowing that he, no she was paying for his services rendered. They had on several occasions in the heat of passion fantasized about bringing another man into their marital bed. Standing there, she could remember how sexually excited James got as they possessed each other reveling in the fantasy that he was someone else. The fantasy always dealt with a man that was taller, more muscular, and had an endowment larger and thicker than James. Beverly couldn't believe her husband thought she'd say yes to his offering her to Mitchell. She realized she had a choice. She unwillingly nodded her acceptance of Mitch's last terms and conditions as she watched her husband sitting in front of her with an obvious erection. Mitch looked at her and said in a voice that was cold and dominant, "Beverly, please turn around and from this moment forward I don't want to hear a word pass through your lips. You are to accept what is going to happen in total silence. Well, if you moan, I'm not going to tell you to stop." Beverly looked at her husband to see if he would back out, but she saw him just looking down at the floor so she did as she was commanded to do. Upon her turning around to face Mitch, James Costello looked up and watched not saying a word or showing any overt emotion. Mitch stood up and for a second time that night walked to the front of his desk. He glanced at James and without saying another word placed his right hand under the hem of Beverly's skirt and raised his hand so the palm was pressed against her most private of areas. Mitch proceeded to gently rub her cloth covered pussy. Beverly tried with all her might to stifle any reaction to the sexual stimulation, but that was a futile effort. As she felt the palm of Mitch's hand massage her labia which gently caressed her clitoris, she began to respond by imperceptibly opening her legs and gently moving her hips against the motion of his hand. James stood up and said, "Mitch, I'm going to the movie studio downstairs to watch one of your movies. Call me when you're done." "No, you're not, James. You just sit there and watch. You made the deal. Now think about how much you're going to enjoy the present and future money while I enjoy your beautiful wife." James Costello didn't respond with any words, but only with a sigh of acceptance which was enough for Mitch to continue the conquest of James' attractive wife. With James sitting in his chair trying not to cry or show any emotion, Mitch moved closer to Beverly, put his left arm around her shoulders, and pulled her into him so he could place his lips on hers. Their lips met as his arms surrounded her and pulled her tight to his body. He pressed himself against her and that is when she realized that Mitch had something her James didn't. Mitch was hung and she could feel it pressing against her with an urgency born of his potential conquest of her and the satisfaction of his horniness. She couldn't believe how turned on she was getting considering three minutes ago she slapped her husband across the face and considered walking out. Beverly responded to his kiss by opening her mouth and allowing him to caress her tongue with his. Mitch kept a tight but not overpowering grip on Beverly, who was turning out to be a very sexually responsive woman. His cock continued to harden in his pants and Beverley made no attempt to pull away from his advances. After a good five minutes of deep French kissing, Mitch broke the kiss and stared into the deep blue eyes of the woman in his arms. Mitch was taken with the feel of her svelte body against his. He couldn't wait to expose her nakedness to him so he could make love to her. He wanted to take her to bed and make long passionate love to her, but he knew that he couldn't. Beverly Costello had to be nothing more than a slut to him; a beautiful female that had three holes for him to use when and where he wanted. He couldn't fall in love with her. He decided that the best course of action was to take her from behind. Bend her over the desk, pull up her dress, pull down her panties, and enter her from behind. Give her no chance to see, caress, or fondle his manhood. She had to learn from the beginning that her loving husband had given his boss full rights to use her bodily orifices any way he wanted all for making them wealthy. Beverly Costello stood to his right and in front of her husband and she turned her head for a moment to see her husband had his hand on his crotch. He was getting aroused and openly playing with himself. She couldn't, no didn't want to believe that her husband would accept his boss' use of her as a sex toy in payment for monitoring their investments. She believed in the sacredness of holy matrimony and the union of two people for the creation of life. She loved the physical act of the sexual union, but in her mind it was for procreation not purely pleasure. She felt Mitch move to her left and gently press her into his mahogany desk. Beverly didn't resist and allowed him to get behind her. When he was positioned behind her, she felt his strength as he pushed her forward so she was bent over the desk. She tried to keep her arms straight, but the pressure he brought to bear on her back forced her to lie face down on the desk. "Good girl, now don't fight me, Beverly. Just let it happen. Remember, do not utter anything. Not a single word. Mitch is going to fuck you now." he stated. Beverly felt him lift the hem of her dress and push the thin panty between her legs to one side. Mitch kept his left hand on her upper back as he used his right hand to open the zipper of his pants. He reached in and extracted his erect penis. Neither Beverly nor James could see the size of the cock that he exposed. Mitch took the tip of his cock and placed it at the opening of Beverly's body. He could feel her wetness, but he could also sense the fear that was coursing through her body. He began to rub just the head of his circumcised cock between the lips of her pussy. He used it to spread the pre-cum that had gathered at the tip in combination with the juice that was beginning to flow out of Beverly's vaginal orifice. Mitch felt Beverly's body, but more importantly her pussy, begin to relax and open to him. He lodged the head of his now hardened steel erect cock at her opening and thrust into her. Beverly Costello stifled her need to cry out loud by holding her breath for as long as she could. The cock that had just entered her body was the biggest she had ever taken. Mitch used the thrust to prove his dominance over her did not let up as he slid the entire length of his manhood into her. Beverly Costello tried to rise up, but Mitch's strategically placed left hand kept her head and shoulders on the desktop. He pressed into her and knew that he'd soon have to start thrusting, but he wanted to be sure that she knew he was in control. "Please, Mitch... I can't take it... Please, Mitch... Pull out a bit so I can catch my breath," cried Beverly. James Costello sat amazed that he didn't even see his boss expose his cock and enter his wife. "What did I tell you, Beverly about talking or saying anything? Do you think, I care, Beverly? I am in you and your pussy is going to do what all good pussies do. You're going to use that hole and its soft interior to caress my cock as I slide it in and out of you. You're going to moan with pleasure as I fuck you in front of you husband. You're going stand bent over my desk, legs spread, offering me your cunt as I use it to masturbate my cock. And when I'm ready, I'm going to shoot my hot baby-making love juice deep inside you." James Costello cried out, "Please Mitch, I thought you'd be using a condom. Don't ejaculate into my wife's unprotected body. That wasn't part of the deal!!!" Mitch, while embedded into James's wife, turned and spat out at him, "Listen asshole, I just made you a major amount of money with more to come and you're just going to sit there and take the fuckin' consequences. I'm not going to let some latex balloon stifle the feeling of shooting a load into the sweet body of your beautiful wife." For the Love of Money How far would you be willing to go in pursuit of wealth, even if only temporarily? And how much would it require for you to give in to your baser impulses? I had a story I liked from years ago that played with this idea on literotica, and decided to make my own piece toying with it as well. Can't find it now, so hard to credit it, but...felt like it was worth mentioning that the genesis of this piece was the story of another author's work. *** The waitress caught my eye from the moment she first approached. It wasn't a fancy restaurant. No, just a local pizza place mainly staffed by college kids looking to find what extra cash they could. She was pretty tall, at roughly 5'10, and in great shape. She wore tight, faded jeans that were about as form-fitting as possible. These presented her curvacious ass in the best possible light. She wore an overly tight t-shirt as well with some small logo on it. Was that the style now? It held the colors of the local college mascot, and was so tight I could just make out the outline of her bra under it. Her hair was long and a lustrous shade of auburn held back in simple ponytail. Her eyes were a brief shade of green. She was vivacious and engaging, but I wondered how outgoing she would be when pressed. "Was there anything else I could get you tonight, sir?" I slid her a crisp, hundred dollar bill. I suppose I should note that the bill at this point was under twenty bucks. Her eyes didn't register the shock I expected. Hmm. "Ah, and keep the change." Ah, there it was. Someone paying with a large bill didn't necessarily mean they were tipping with it – eh? "A-Are you sure?" "Yes, but I'd like to ask you a couple questions. Maybe just a slight bit racy. Would you indulge me?" She nodded quickly. One could nearly see the dollar signs overtaking her eyes and all thoughts. Maybe this would be easier than I thought. Still, if she was too willing there wouldn't be any fun in corrupting her. She left briefly to close out the tab and pocket her tip. The place was mostly empty, and would close in maybe an hour. When she came back there still a slight smile gracing the corners of her lips. How resistive would she be? "What's your name?" "I'm Ashley. What's yours?" "Chris. Well, Ashley, I have some questions to ask you. First, tell me about the lingerie you're wearing." Her cheeks flooded with color at this point. She pushed away from the table slightly, but didn't leave her seat. Her eyes glanced at me, down at the table, and then around her. "...why?" "Because you're a beautiful young woman, and from the blush in your cheeks maybe a bit more innocent than I realized. Also, I have a slightly lingerie kink... So I figured it would be sexy to know. Besides, it isn't like I'm asking you to blow me under the table." She chuckled, slightly at that. She was still very uncomfortable and blushing to the highest degree. However, she had taken the tip. You could see that weighing in against her modesty and embarrassment. "...I really like Pink. You know, at Victoria's Secret?" I nodded and she continued, eyes glued to the table and not moving. "I'm wearing stuff from that. A black thong with white hearts and lace edging, and a simple push-up bra that's just black" "Hmm, you like matching I see. It sounds deliciously sexy. Thank you for telling me. Now, how about you sell me your lingerie right now? I'll pay you, hmm, $200 for both. I'm fairly certain you can replace them easily and pocket a nice profit from that. How about it?" She didn't immediately walk away. Nor did she snap and tell me off, demand I leave, or rush to her manager. Her eyes glanced at me with shock, but shock could be worked with. We could edge her around her own fears. Flat-out rejection or taking too much offense at the offer would have been more challenging. Hmm. Well then, maybe she is still a little innocent. This might be quite fun. "I...I couldn't do that." "Ashley, tell you what. We'll make it $300." Her eyes glanced around, uncertain where to rest. "Also, Ashley – you don't have to take them off in front of me. How about this, you walk to the restroom, take them off, and simply come back and hand them to me. $300 for something that simple. How many nights would you have to work to make that much?" She swayed uncertainly in her chair and, finally, stood up. This would be the moment of truth. If she wouldn't cave on such a simple demand I'd never get her to cave on more challenging ones. Still, as luck would have it she headed straight to the lady's room. She came back, blushing uncontrollably, and handed me the articles under the table. After handing her the additional $300, my fingers traced the inside oh her panties and detected the slightest hint of wetness. Glancing down, I saw her bra size as 34C. Oh, this was too perfect. "Ashley, how about we go out briefly tonight and see if I can't help you some more?" "I'm not some hooker, Chris..." "I don't think you are, but I think everyone can be tempted to act a little differently with the right motivation. I just want to see how motivated I can get you to give in to some naughty desires. Nothing horrible, and you can tell me at any point you're done or want to stop. If you do, we'll be done. Anything that happens, you'll have to agree to. If not, I'll be glad to drop you off at your dorm and call it a night. Deal? You've got a couple minutes to decide, but you could easily walk away with a couple thousand dollars. You're already at, what...$380 or so?" Her eyes reflected uncertainty, and darted back-and-forth with her internal debate. Was the temptation good enough for her? Well, to force her decision I shrugged and headed for the door. My hand touched the handled, and I turned it. As I stepped through the door she spoke again, probably more loudly than she meant to. "Wait, Chris. I...just let me tell my manager I'm leaving early." In moments she was nervously following me to my car. I started it and drove to a nearby, empty parking lot. She was nervous and silent, but still...she had come. "So, Ashley. The next offer is to buy your clothes. Yes, all of them. I want to see you naked, but no – I will not touch you at all." "I – I could never do that. I'm not a stripper." "I'm not saying you are, Ashley. But are you sure you wouldn't do it for any price?" "I..." Her voice trailed into silence. "You can't say it, because you know better. How about $250." She stayed silent "Hmm, $500." She looked up but was biting her lower lip. "O-okay." "No, dear. Now its back down. $400, then? Answer faster next time..." She quietly stuck out her hand while nodding. So, I handed her four more crisp bills. She grabbed the bottle of her t-shirt and pulled it slowly over her body. Her pale skin came into view, and her bright, pink nipples were hard, and clearly displayed in the little moonlight entering the car. Her jeans came off with more difficulty, but they did come off. I took both and threw them into the backseat. My eyes enjoyed the view, and noted her legs and pussy were flawlessly shaved. Mmm. "Okay, now some questions. You answer, and I'll pay you...$25 per answer. But you must answer honestly, and immediately. Okay?" She nodded, silently. Her discomfort was still apparent, but her nipples were hard and she was responding more quickly with the threat of payments lowering. "Are you a virgin?" "No." "How many men have you had sex with?" "...four." "And given head to?" "...nine." "Do you like giving head?" "No." "Do you swallow?" "Only if I really like the guy, and even then rarely." "What's your favorite way to get off?" "Using my little vibrator." "Guys don't do it for you?" "Most high school guys don't know what they're doing, and most college guys are only concerned with their own orgasm." "Do you ever finger yourself?" "...sometimes." "Well, Ashley, that would be eight questions. Another $200 for you." I handed her money and she added it to the wad of bills she was holding. However, without clothing she had no where to put them. "Now then, Ashley, how about $1000 if you can make yourself cum in the next 10 minutes?" "I-" "Hmm, that wasn't a yes. Make it $800." She didn't answer now, but on hand flew to her pussy and began fingering herself with two fingers. Her wetness was clear from the sound and the speed with which she played. Her thumb carefully teased her clit, while her other hand caressed her breasts. At first her caresses were gentle, but before long they had erupted into something more fierce. She managed to fit a third finger in, and the car was beginning to smell of her delicious scent. Her eyes were closed as she was lost to focusing on her own pleasure and the thoughts of money it could offer. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, stroking with pace of her fingers. Honestly? This entire time I had been madly horny, just with the thoughts of trying to corrupt some random girl. I was nearing orgasm quickly as she began to moan softly, her body shuddering as orgasm overtook it. Hm. Nine minutes. Well done, Ashley. Her eyes opened and she saw me stroking. "I'm about to cum, Ashley. If you let me cum in your mouth I'll double your reward up 'til now." Whether it was the slow caving building up her tolerance to what she would accept doing, the remains of her own orgasm tempting her to indulge my own, or just the dollar figures being offered – she did. She took my entire cock in her mouth and her head bobbed up and down with expert ease. Before long I was firing strand after strand of cum down her throat. She tried to pull back, but I spoke immediately. "Pull away or spit out a drop and no doubling of what you've made so far." Her movement stopped. Indeed, her lips fell down to the base of my cock and she seemed to be sucking it like the droplets of cum were the only source of her sustenance. After this, she sat up uncomfortably and looked at me, expectantly. Her eyes clearly asked 'what next?' "Good girl, Ashley. You're doing better than I could have hoped." I handed her the remaining funds. "Next, let's go to a good college bar and see what we can find to do next." $1,960 down, but a good start to the night... For the Love of Money Beverly heard what had transpired between her husband and his boss. She realized that her husband had demeaned himself to Mitch by allowing him to set the unusual terms and conditions of the investment. She realized that her husband was willing to do anything to become wealthy and now that she knew, she'd make him pay dearly from this moment forward. Beverly Costello relaxed and moved her backside ever so slightly in the hope that Mitch would read the signal as an okay to begin fucking her in earnest. Beverly Costello was going to give him the best fucking she could considering the position she was in and her husband would just have to suffer watching her get something James Costello could never give her. She did not feel Mitch respond to her, so she moaned loud enough her husband wouldn't be able to deny he hadn't heard her, "Fuck me!!! I want to feel that big cock sliding in and out of me!!! I want my husband to know that I've accepted his and ultimately your terms!!!" Mitch did sense her body's relaxation. He took his left hand off her back and used both of his hands to grab her hips as he slid about half of his length out of her body. "Here comes, slut," he stated with a matter-of-fact tone as he slammed back into her. "Oh, my God!!!" cried Beverly. "I've never had anything so big and thick up inside me... Give it to me, Mitch... Use me; I'm open to you... I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want!!! Just, fuck me hard, now!!!" Mitch didn't need another invitation nor was he going to make a scene about her talking to him when he told her not to. Not caring about anything but his impending orgasm, he began to thrust into Beverly Costello's body with such force the top half of her body slid back and forth across the top of his desk. He fucked her hard. He'd pull out so her labia minor would close behind the corona so the head of his cock was just inside the entrance to her body and with a mighty shove he'd muscle himself back in, balls deep, pressing his cloth covered crotch against her cloth covered ass. As he fucked her, he wondered what it would be like to be on top of her in the missionary position. Her legs akimbo wrapped around his waist with her ankles crossed behind his back thus opening her precious holes to him. He thought about looking down and seeing her beautiful porcelain colored face, thin nose, perfectly shaped lips, eyes closed, blonde hair splayed across the pillow, sweat forming on her forehead as she moaned and writhed against his plunging cock. To him, Beverly Costello was perfect, tall, lithe, narrow hipped, long-legged, and small breasted. Thinking about what could be caused Mitch to drive into her body harder. He felt her respond by pressing against him when he kept his cock buried deep inside her and he knew he'd never lose control of her. He had to be careful he didn't fall in love with her. Beverly stayed bent over for the next twelve minutes and allowed the man who was her husband's boss, their investment advisor, and now her, no their Master; fuck her. She realized as Mitch thrust himself in and out of her that she was nothing more than a slut, a hole in which he could slip his cock into, and a place to masturbate without having to use his hand. To James, she was a means to an end. For her, she was going to make her husband rue the day he would offer her as a sexual toy to become wealthy. She decided to give her husband the show he wanted and give Mitch the opening he needed to have her anytime, anyplace without any conditions. She would give Mitch the sexual pleasure he wanted or demanded of her. She'd masturbate publically if he asked. She'd have sex for the first time with another woman if he told her to. Most of all, she wouldn't express it verbally to him, she'd eat a yard of his shit to get to his asshole. And, her husband would suffer the consequences, whatever they may be, period. "Ah!!! Fuck me, I'm going to orgasm, now and again!!!" she cried. "You're so fuckin' big. Bigger than my husband. Shoot your load, Mitch... Give it to me... God!!! "How can I make you understand that I don't want you to say anything, but you're so tight and so fuckin' hot!!! Oh, yeah!!! I knew once you had me inside you, you'd want more. Tell me, what you're goin' to do for me, whore..." "Yes, I'm you're whore... Make me your slut... Fuck me, Mitch!!! Give me what I realize James could never give me!!! Orgasms just from having a cock in me!!! God, you're huge!!! Cum in me!!! Yes, I want your cum inside me... I want to feel it drip out of me as I walk away with my loser of a husband. He'll be rich with money, but I'll be a slut for your huge cock and rich with money. He'll never have me the way you're going to have me!!!" Mitch was thrusting in and out and when he felt it. The telltale sign that his balls were going to give up some of the spermatozoa they had produced. He could feel the tingle in the space between his scrotum and his asshole as well as the pending contraction of his anal sphincters. He knew his orgasm was just a few strokes away. Mitch tightened his grip on Beverly's hips and with a powerful thrust embedded himself deep into her body. He felt his balls tighten up against the base of his cock, his shaft and head thickened, and the first rope of his cum sped down the his urethra, and into the slick walled womb that belonged to the woman who lay face down on his desktop. "Take it!!! Take my cum!!! You're mine now, bitch!!!" Mitch felt every spurt of cum leave through the tip of his cock. His kept his body still and he emptied himself into her. When he was done he leaned against her keeping his semi-erect cock inside her hot body. Mitch stayed in her for another two minutes before he pulled out and without really cleaning himself, tucked his cock back into his pants. He stepped back from her, leaned over took her by her shoulders, and helped her stand up. Beverly Costello leaned against him for a moment so she could catch her breath and recover from the fucking she'd just experienced. Mitch felt her gain control of her body and moved away from her. He didn't want to give her the opportunity to express any sort of lovey dovey thoughts about what just happened. He returned to his seat, sat down, and waited. He looked at James Costello and could see the streaks left by his tears as well as the wet spot that covered the front of his pants. Beverly saw the same thing as she sat down next to her husband. Neither of them said anything to each other or to Mitch. Mitch knew he'd won and said, "Ok. Now that we've finalized the terms and conditions, James, I'll see you at work in the morning. Beverly, I'll be in touch either directly or through your husband. I believe you can see yourselves out the same way you came in. Good night." James and Beverly Costello stood and retreated out of the office without saying good-bye or thank you. James and Beverly Costello were on the road to wealth beyond their imagination. Beverly Costello was paying, no enjoying, fucking someone to gain a means-to-an-end. James Costello never thought he'd see much less enjoy seeing his wife being fucked by another man, but the semen hardening in his jockey shorts told him differently. He wondered how Mitch would treat him when he arrived at work in the morning. Tuesday - The Next Morning at Work James Costello all five feet seven inches of him arrived for work precisely at 7:30AM an hour-and-a-half earlier than he was supposed to be there. His wife, Beverly, did not say two words to him from the moment they left Mitch's penthouse through his leaving for work this morning. For the first time in their two-and-a-half year marriage, they weren't talking to one another. Yes, they've had spats, misunderstandings, but nothing like the silence imposed by Beverly upon him after the course of events from last night. He wanted to have sex with her in the worst way and although she was lying in bed next to him, she wouldn't let him touch her. He wanted to talk to her about it, but he realized her ignoring him, her silence, and her not responding to his attempts at explaining himself was not going to resolve whatever was running through her head. He sat at his desk staring off into space wondering if he did the right thing. Would Mitch say something to embarrass him in front of his colleagues? Would Mitch make remarks about his wife openly? The surprising thing to James was the fact that as he remembered last evening's activities and wondered about what would happen when Mitch arrived, he had sprouted an erection. James Costello was learning a few things about himself as much as he learned things about his wife last night. As the small crew of people entered floor that his office was on, James began to concentrate on his days activities. He wasn't allowed to trade, because he hadn't passed the tests necessary to get his stock broker's license. Temporarily, he was working in the Stock Certificate Department making sure that all the accounts had the correct stock certificates associated with them. He was responsible for contacting the trading houses to be sure the certificates were received in a timely manner and stored correctly. He knew that this was really an entry level position, but he trusted Mitch when he told him that if he worked and studied hard he'd be trading within a year. "Good morning, James," stated Mitch as he stood in the doorway to James's small office. James hadn't even heard him when he arrived to say hello. He looked up and as he was about to reply, Mitch continued, "I have someone you need to meet this morning. I want you upstairs in my office at precisely 10:15 this morning. Not a minute earlier or one second later. Understood, James?" James just looked at Mitch with his eyes wide open and mouth slightly agape. He replied, "We need to talk about last night, Mitch." "No we don't, James. You made your bed and you're going to lie in it boy. From this moment on James, you address me as Mr. Markstein or Sir. We are no longer on a first name basis. Just be in my office precisely at 10:15. Again, James, do you understand?" Mitchell Mathew Markstein had just laid the gauntlet down to his employee and knew there was no turning back. James replied, "Yes, Sir, Mr. Markstein. I'll be in your office precisely at 10:15AM." Tilly Thomason's husband, Alvin, worked for Mitch's father for more years than she could remember and then Mitch for the past seven years. She was in Mitch's office for what would be the last time considering her husband had passed away eighteen months earlier from a massive coronary. Alvin Thomason performed special duties for Mitch, his dad, and because of it, Mitch treated them very well. So well, that she had nothing to worry about financially going forward as she had more than enough money invested to keep her in-the-pink for the rest-of-her-life. Today, in his office, per his request, Tilly Thomason, age 83, was going to say good-bye in person to Mitch. She knew he'd keep an eye on her investments, but this would be the last time they would be together in the flesh. Mitch's office was on the top floor of a seventy-five story office building on the east side of lower Manhattan. Markstein Brokers Limited occupied the top five floors of the building. His office over looked the entrance to New York's harbor and he could see both Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty from behind his desk. What he liked most was that no other office building blocked his view or could anyone see into his office from any of the surrounding buildings. His office was in a beautiful building, on the highest floor, and afforded him total privacy. The intercom on his desk buzzed and his secretary announced that Mrs. Thomason was waiting. Mitch didn't respond, but instead, stood and walked to the heavy double doors of his office. He opened them, smiled, and invited Tilly into his office. Tilly entered and when Mitch had closed the door she approached him and placed her arms around his waist, turned her head up, and offered her lips to him for what she knew was going to be one of the last kisses she would every enjoy with her lover. Mitch leaned down, gently kissed her proffered lips, and broke the embrace to guide her to the couch that sat in front of the floor to ceiling windows. She allowed him to guide her and have her sit in the middle of the couch. "It is so nice to see you Tilly. I hope everything is going well considering the untimely demise of your loving husband," inquired Mitch. She smiled and replied, 'How could anything be going badly, considering how wonderful you've been with my finances. I must say that I'm surprised you asked me to come to the city for our last meeting. I mean this is your office and I'm just surprised that since Alvin is no longer with us you'd ask me to come here instead of meeting at our usual place." "I asked you here for a specific reason and I think you'll understand better when a James Costello arrives in about three minutes. Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea? A soft drink? An alcoholic beverage?" "Oh, no thanks, Mitch. I'm just happy to be here considering the last time we were together was some seventeen months ago. You look wonderful and I'll assume you're still very active." Mitch smiled and his eyes twinkled at her implied sexual innuendo, but before he could respond his secretary announced the arrival of James. Mitch returned to his desk and punched the button to electronically open the door to his office. He turned and watched James Costello enter his inner sanctum wearing a look of total fear on his face. Mitchell Markstein arms straight, palms down, leaned against his desk waiting for the door of his office to close so he could push the button that would lock the doors, illuminate a red light-emitting-diode on his secretary's desk, and let her know that under no circumstances was he to be disturbed. James Costello stood just inside the office doors waiting for what would come next. "James, I'd like to introduce you to Mrs. Tilly Thomason. She is a dear friend of mine and her recently deceased husband Alvin worked for my father before coming to work for me", stated Mitch. James walked over to where she was sitting and proffered his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Thomason." Tilly Thomason stood, took his hand gripping it firmly, and realized he had a limp wristed handshake. She stood a mere five feet three inches, weighed about 90 pounds dripping wet, and her body was in pretty good shape for a eighty-three year old woman. She was casually dressed in an a-line skirt that came to about two inches above her knee; a basic white blouse over which she wore a cashmere v-neck sweater, a double strand of pearls graced her neck, and she wore a pair of black calfskin heels. Her hair was a rich whitish gray worn in a British bob style. She wore a minimum of makeup because her skin was soft and supple for a woman of her age. She looked into James's eyes, smiled, released his hand, and sat back down on the couch. James noticed that she did not sit with her legs together slanted to either side, but had them spread so her skirt fell between her thighs exposing more of her shapely legs to him. She made herself comfortable and replied, "Nice to meet you James. Have you been working here long?" James couldn't believe how she was sitting in front of him and tried to put it out of his mind. He replied, "I joined the company three months ago. I'm working in the Stock Certificate Department now, but I'm hoping to pass the tests required by law so I can begin trading." Mitch interrupted their conversation, "James, I don't think Mrs. Thomason is really interested in hearing an explanation of your office duties. I invited her here so we could see if you will react the same way today as you did last night." "Excuse, me, Mr. Markstein, but last night was something between us..." was all he could get out of his mouth when he heard Tilly begin to laugh quietly at first and then out loud. Tilly leaned back into the leather couch and stated to the room, "Come now James, you don't think that I'm naive now do you?" "No, Mrs. Thomason, I'm not saying anything like that about you, but I made a deal with Mr. Markstein and I thought it was a private deal. Something just between the two of us." "My, oh, my, dear boy, but you've been hoodwinked. The deal you made also included your wife and don't try to deny it, boy. You see, when you walked in the door and addressed Mitch as Mr. Markstein I knew immediately that he had found a replacement for my dear departed Alvin. I thought he'd have found someone sooner, but I can tell just from our handshake he's found a winner in you, dear boy." James Costello stood in front of Mrs. Thomason in a total state of panic. What she had just told him couldn't be the truth. Mitch Markstein was fucking her and her husband worked for him at the same time. He wondered what special duties her husband performed. As he continued to wonder about what he had gotten himself into, Mitch walked over to where he was standing, put his arm around his shoulder, and guided him to a chair situated caddy corner to the couch. "Sit James and watch", ordered Mitch. "Yes, sir, Mr. Markstein" replied James not knowing what was going to happen next. Mitch moved to where Tilly was sitting and stood in front of her. He didn't need to say anything to her. James was astounded to see her reach into her purse to remove a plastic case. She screwed off the top, removed her dentures, and placed them into the case. She then leaned forward, unzipped Mitch's pants, fished out his cock, and began giving him a blow job. As she held the head of his cock in her mouth, she turned ever so slightly so she could see the reaction on James's face. To her and Mitch, the look on James Costello's face was just like the MasterCard commercials say, priceless. As Tilly began to fellate Mitch she took to releasing his belt, opening the waistband clasp, and then with a flourish pulling them down. She knew from previous experiences that he would not be wearing any underwear. James could see for his first time the actual size of Mitchell's cock and his reaction was just what Tilly and Mitch expected. As Tilly's mouth slid up and down the shaft of Mitch's cock, her right hand began to gently massage his balls, while her left hand grasped his right buttock so she could control movement of her lover's hips. James Costello couldn't stop himself from beginning to rub his cock through his pants. "Just as I thought you'd do. James, you will not play with yourself!!!" commanded Mitch. James jumped in his chair when he heard Mitch speak to him as Tilly Thomason sucked what he could see was at least an eleven inch cock. "Yes, Sir', was James' somewhat whispered response. He took his right hand from his crotch and tried with all his might to keep himself from playing with what he knew was now a smaller than average cock. He watched as Mitch gently took Tilly's head in his hands and pushed his cock down her throat. Mrs. Thomason didn't even flinch as she felt his manhood slide into her esophagus, because she had learned a long time ago how to accept his size without choking or gasping for breath. Tilly responded to Mitch's control by taking his balls in both her hands and massaging them which told Mitch that she was comfortable having his eleven inches down her throat. "Look at her, James. See how she is relaxed enough to keep my cock in her mouth and throat? That is what Beverly is going to learn to do when I teach her to fellate me. She is going to become an expert deep-throat cocksucker. Last night was just the beginning of what is going to be a wonderful relationship between Beverly and me. Notice how she is comfortable enough to play with my balls while I keep my cock in her buried in her mouth and talk to you at the same time." Mitch began to thrust every so minutely and slowly watching James as he did so. "Do you like what you're seeing, James?" For the Love of Money "Please, Mr. Markstein. Please don't make me sit here like some, some..." "Wimp, James. Last night you became a cuckold, James. Do you know what a cuckold is, James?" "Cuckold? No, Mr. Markstein, I do not know what a cuckold is", replied James. Tears welled in his eyes as he watched his boss fuck the toothless mouth of the elderly woman on the couch. "A cuckold, James, is a man with an unfaithful wife. Just like Tilly was unfaithful to Alvin, James. But, you're a special cuckold, James. Know why?" inquired Mitch as he pushed the entire length of his cock down Tilly's throat. "No, Mr. Markstein. I, I, I guess you're going to tell me, Mr. Markstein." "That's right, James. You're special because you wanted to be wealthy like me and were willing to do anything to acquire that wealth. I saw the picture of Beverly on your desk and knew that when you approached me about investing your life savings I'd get a chance to feel her cunt surrounding my cock. And, you know what, James?" "Yes, I know, Mr. Markstein. I reacted just the way you thought I would when you told me that to make me wealthy you'd want to fuck my wife when and where you wanted it. And, I agreed." "Yes you did James, but there is more to our bargain. I'm going to fuck your wife just the way I've fucked Tilly over the years and I'm going to make you do things you've never, ever thought of doing before. Believe me James, when I told you that you'd readily consent because you didn't want to lose the two most important things that inhabit your life. First and most importantly, you didn't want to lose the money I'm making you. Secondly, you didn't want to lose Beverly, your trophy wife. Now, watch and learn, cuckold." Mitch gently pushed Tilly's head off of his now engorged cock. She smiled up at him and waited for his next move. He bent over and picked her up by her underarms. Tilly allowed him to take her to his body; she opened her legs, and wrapped them around his waist. She knew what he was going to do and positioned herself so he could enter her. She grabbed his neck and audibly groaned as he slipped his cockhead into her body. Mitch moved his hands to support her by her buttocks as she slid down onto his cock. The stood there locked together by their sexual organs. After a moment of no movement, Mitch moved forward, dropped down so he could place Tilly on the couch, and began to fuck her. Tilly reached behind her knees and pulled them apart to give her lover better access to her opening. "Mitchell, my love, fuck me!!!" she moaned. Mitchell did what she asked. He fucked her. He fucked her hard and deep. He didn't stop to keep his cock embedded in her body. He didn't relax. He fucked her like it was their last copulation. It didn't take long for him to give Tilly what he knew she so desired. When he did cum, he drove himself into her, released his thick white cum, and then pulled back to allow the remaining ropes to coat the inner and outer lips of her pussy. When he did that she realized that Mitch did not release his cum deep inside her for a reason. She knew why he had asked her to his office. Mitch leaned over and placed a few gently kisses on the mature woman's face before he slipped from her gaping cunt. He made no effort to cover himself but just stepped to the left side of Tilly and sat down next to her. He looked at her as he pulled her dress up above her waist and gently opened her legs exposing her well fucked pussy. Mitch saw that James had a very obvious boner and where it stuck up behind his pants, he was wet. He put his arm around Tilly's shoulders and pulled her next to him. She rested her head against his chest and breathed gently as she came down from the orgasm she enjoyed as he spent inside her. James Costello just sat staring at her gaping cunt, saying nothing, just waiting for Mitch to say something. "Your first lesson, James, commences now. I want you to come here and kneel between Tilly's legs. I want you to look at her well fucked pussy up close. I want you to see the result of our copulation. I want you to see her red puffy pussy covered in and dripping the white liquid of my balls. When you're comfortable and understand that what you're looking at is something you'll be seeing in and on your wife, you will lean forward caress Tilly's sore pussy with your mouth and tongue. You will use them to make her feel better as you clean the mess I left there. You will be doing the same thing to Beverly on a regular basis. Oh, I could have cum deep inside her, but I wanted you to have an easy time the first time you eat a hot creampie made from my ejaculate. Now, get to it James." Mitch and Tilly watched as James rose from the chair, fell to his knees, and crawled over to a spot between Tilly's splayed legs. He looked at Mitch and realized that it would be better to do what was asked of him without complaining. He saw the globs of Mitch's cum resting on her sparsely haired pussy. Mitch's cum blended in with the gray hair of her pussy. He tried to use the look on his face to signal Mitch that he was unhappy with what was happening, but he could see that nothing he could or would do could stop him from having to suck up another man's cum from a just fucked pussy. Tilly raised her legs offering James a better angle to her cunt. "Let's go, cucky boy... Get your face in there and make me happy. Lick up your boss' cum. Show him what a good cum sucker you're going to be. He'll appreciate it. I know, because my Alvin would do exactly what you're going to do, so get to it boy." Tilly Thomason waited to feel James begin to suck her and she knew that she would keep him at it until she had another deep body orgasm. James had never tasted his own cum and being forced to taste another man's cum for the first time was a revolting thought. He moved his face away from Tilly's sore pussy only to have Mitch slap him on the back of his head which was hard enough to make the point. James returned to licking and sucking the mature woman's well used sex. The acrid, salty taste of Mitch's cum was becoming something he could accept, because he realized that he'd be doing the same to his beautiful wife cleaning Mitchell Markstein's cum from her fucked pussy with his tongue. As he licked, Tilly began to control his head with her hands. She clasped his head between her legs and began to fuck his face with her pussy. James tried to break the hold she had on his head only to feel a second set of hands on his back and that is when he knew that Mitch was also controlling his actions. He resigned himself to his fate and continued to suck at Tilly's cunt. "That's it James. Suck on my clit. Use your tongue to fuck me boy. Oh, yes, Mitch, I think he's going to be a good cunt lapper for you. That's it James or should I call you Jamie??? Suck my cunt and make me, oh yes... I'm cumming!!!" Tilly pressed her sex against James' face as her body tensed and the relaxed as her orgasm flowed from her cunt to her brain and back down to her cunt. James Costello felt his mouth fill with her sexual juices as they began to flow with her orgasm. As Tilly came down, she released her death grip on his head, but did not stop rubbing her soaking cunt all over his face. The second orgasm hit her and she creamed his face anew. James felt himself cum in his pants just from being forced to perform cunnilingus on the just fucked pussy of a woman he had just met earlier that morning. Tilly stopped rubbing herself on his face as she fell back into the couch flush with orgasmic pleasure. Mitch watched as she relaxed and wondered if he should make James clean him or wait to humiliate him in front of his wife. "Mitch", Tilly said, "I think I'm all fucked and eaten out. I'm going to straighten myself up and take leave of your office. I'm available to you whenever you want an old piece-of-pussy to fuck, but I know that if anything is available to you the one thing I have you love more than my ancient cunt is my toothless blowjobs." She pushed James away with her feet and used her hands to smooth down her skirt as she stood preparing to leave. After straightening herself out which included putting her dentures back in, she walked over to where Mitch was sitting, kissed him on his lips, strode to Mitch's desk, pushed the door release button, and departed his office without even saying good-bye. Mitch saw James sitting on the floor his face covered in his cum and Tilly's orgasmic juices. His pants were soaked from ejaculating in his pants. The stain confirmed to Mitch that James had cum possibly more than once from being forced to lick a strange woman's just fucked, sore, cum coated cunt clean. Mitch had indeed found a replacement for Alvin Thomason. James Costello had served him willingly this morning and that was all he expected of him. Mitchell Markstein had a new squeeze in Beverly Costello and nothing could make him happier. "James, get your ass off the floor and get back to work", said Mitch. "Yes, sir", replied James. Wednesday - in James Costello's Office James Costello worked in a small office on the seventy-first floor, five floors below Mitchell Markstein's penthouse office. It barely contained his desk, chair, a small credenza, and two chairs for visitors. Luckily it had a door, but for the time he was there he never had an occasion to close it. He didn't really want to have to deal with Mitch face-to-face and thought long and hard about closing the door to his office. He sat with his daily printout listing customers who made trades that would be receiving the actual stock certificates for their portfolio. The certificates were delivered by messenger and usually arrived between 10:00AM and 10:30AM. James lost track of time as he sorted, noted, and filed the certificates that arrived late yesterday afternoon. As he was mindlessly doing this, Suzanne Chen walked into his office, closed the door, leaned against it and said, "I have something for you." James Costello looked into the eyes of Mitch's secretary and then down to where her hands were raising her skirt to reveal her black lace top thigh-high stockings and a patch of pubic hair in the shape if a lightning bolt. She rested her shoulders against the door with her legs spread and her hips thrust forward as she revealed her sex to him. His gaze returned to her eyes and mouth as he said, "Who told you to come to my office? I have no interest in whatever you're thinking about happening." Just as he finished his phone rang and he picked it up at the completion of the first ring. "James Costello", he said, "How may I help you?" "James..." He knew immediately from the caller id and the voice who was on the phone. "If you're thinking about not listening to Ms. Chen, I suggest you leave the building because you're no longer employed. Oh, and the investment including the initial ten thousand will be divided among your peers. Have I made my point?" Mitch didn't need to raise his voice or make idle treats. "Yes, Mr. Markstein, I understand that she is here per your request. Are you going to hold the money over my head for the rest of the time I'm employed here?" asked James. "The only thing I'm going to hold over your head is your stupidity, James. You gave me your wife so you could be a millionaire. I'm going to use that desire to make sure I have another Alvin Thomason to do my bidding. Like I said James, do as I say or lose everything and that will include your wife." "Beverly will never leave me." 'Beverly has had a man in her and you heard her because you were sitting there watching. Why should she suffer with a lame piece-of-shit like you when she could have me, my wealth, and most importantly the eleven inches that hangs between my thighs. No let me hear you tell me what you're going to do." James was dumbfounded that his boss would admit to him his willingness to take his wife from him. He loved Beverly more than anything on this Earth, but his stupidity about wanting wealth beyond his dreams had put him into this predicament. He replied to his boss, "I'm going to hang up the phone, get up from my desk chair, go to where Suzanne is standing, kneel down, and lick what I believe is your cum from her pussy." Mitch replied, "Then do it boy and address her as Ms. Chen!!!" He heard James hang up the phone. Suzanne Chen listened to one side of the conversation, but knew that her boss had just told his new corporate cuckold to clean her just fucked pussy. On a few occasions, Mitch would arrive at work and be in need of a few good orgasms. Suzanne knew when she was hired that part of her duties would be to offer herself to her boss to help him satisfy his insatiable sexual needs. She also found out in time that Mitch was putting a sizable amount of money into a very private retirement fund for her. The benefit of giving your boss what he asked for without question. This morning he'd fucked her three times. The first time he came deep inside her and the remaining two times he shot his load all over her pussy and asshole. Taking the elevator down to James office was an adventure as Mitch's cum dripped down the inside of her thighs. She watched as James came to kneel in front of her. "Ms. Chen, I'm ordered by Mr. Markstein to use my mouth and tongue to clean Mr. Markstein's cum from your body." "I know, but before you begin I have to change positions." Suzanne turned around, bent over, and used both of her hands to spread the cheeks of her ass open. "As, you can see, he left something here for you to clean, so I think you should start there, boy." James could see her asshole was covered in Mitch's cum. He'd never thought about licking any woman's asshole, but knew that if he didn't, Suzanne would say something to Mitch and all hell would break loose. He moved his head forward, extended his tongue, and placed it against her anus. Much to his relief, she did not smell terrible although he could smell a bit of her bowel. He definitely did taste the acrid salty makeup of his boss' ejaculate. The heavy liquid coated his tongue as he slid it up and down the crack of her ass. Each time his tongue passed over her anus, Suzanne would press herself backwards into his face. He was happy that she hadn't asked him to place his tongue into her asshole. It didn't take him long to suck all the cum from between the cheeks of her backside. When he could see that he was basically finished with her backside, he took his hands and placed them on her hips so he could get her to turn around so he could begin cleaning her pussy. That was his first mistake. "What the hell are you doing, boy??? Don't you dare touch me!!! Did I give you permission to touch my body??? No, I didn't!!!" James quickly removed his hands from her hips and said, "Excuse me Ms. Chen, but how was I supposed to advise you that I was finished and needed you to turn around?" "You are never to touch any woman that Mr. Markstein sends here for you to perform your duties on. You are to remove your face from wherever it's been. You are to politely tell the female that you need them to change position so you may continue your duties. Do you understand?" "Yes, Ms. Chen, I do, but no one had advised me considering that you're only the second female that I've had to perform oral cleaning duties per Mr. Markstein's request. I suppose that Mr. Markstein will train my wife to treat me as you are now." Suzanne Chen smiled and then broke out laughing as she leaned against the closed door to James' office making herself ready to have her randy pussy cleaned of her boss' ejaculate. "Yes, James, your wife is going to be taught what it is to be a slut for Mitch and a total dominant bitch to you. In time, you'll either love your new life or come to hate it, but either way it is imperative you clean me now so I can relate to Mitch whether I think you did a good job. Now get to it boy!!!" James Costello didn't ask anymore questions. He looked between her legs and could see both thighs, her mons, and labia covered in thick ejaculate. The lace tops of her thigh highs were acting like dams and he could see some of the cum pooling there. He leaned forward and started with the inside of her left leg just above the lace. He kept his hands by his side as he used his tongue to gather the cum and suck it into his mouth. He moved ever so slowly up the inside of her thigh with his tongue relishing the feel of her silken smooth skin against his tongue. As he neared the most private part of her body, she took him by his head and forcibly pulled him between her thighs. Suzanne Chen used the upper part of her back to steady herself against the door as she began to grind her pussy on James' face. Realizing that it would be a losing battle to try and free himself from Suzanne's grip, James continued to lick and suck as much as he could as she rubbed her cunt all over his face. He occasionally tried to break free when Suzanne would move her body in such a way that his nose would be embedded between the lips of her pussy and it became very difficult for him to breath. She knew what she was doing and would hold him there and just at the right moment would move so he could resume breathing again. The whole time he did what he was supposed to do, eat the copious amount of cum that was ejaculated by her lover, his boss, and now he could see his Master. Suzanne Chen was close to having an orgasm. She could feel it rising through her body. She wanted to make sure James tasted and wore her juices on his face. Suzanne wanted to coat his face so when it dried everyone in the office would know who replaced Alvin as Mitch's corporate cuckold. She didn't say anything as her orgasm took control of her body. She increased the pressure on James' face and held him tight to her pussy as her juices flowed from her body. James could feel the liquid coat his face and could do nothing to stop Ms. Chen from depositing her juices and the cum that Mitch had deposited deep into her body. "That's it boy. You're learning to be a good cunt lapper. I can't wait to see you face covered in my juice and Mitch's cum. Oh, my, God, I'm cumming!!!" was the last words out of her mouth as James felt her legs tighten around his head as her body shook in orgasmic pleasure. She held him there as her body shook and her breathing became a bit labored. After a good three minutes, Suzanne Chen released his head and pushed him backwards making him hit his head against the side of his desk. She leaned against the door for another few moments as she came down from her orgasmic bliss. She looked down to see James sitting on the floor his face covered in Mitch's and her sexual juices. It took a moment for her to gather herself together and begin to laugh at the wimp of a man sitting on the floor in front of her. "So, James, did you enjoy eating my cum filled and covered Chinese twat?" James gathered his wits about him and replied, "You didn't have to push me so hard. I think I'm going to have a bump on my head. If you're done with me, then I'd like you to leave my office so I can clean up." "I don't think you understand James. The only thing you're going to do is return to work. Your bosses and peers are going to learn today that you are the new Company Cuckold. You are going to spend the rest of this work day covered in Mitch's cum and my orgasm juice." "You can't be serious, Ms. Chen? Did Alvin have..." was all that came out of his mouth before Ms. Chen slapped him across his face. James Costello sat on the floor of his office and began to cry. "Please Ms. Chen; I didn't deserve to be slapped across the face like some little boy who made his mother mad. I'm not some punching bag!!! I don't care that you're Mr. Markstein's special assistant!!!" he sobbed. Suzanne Chen squatted before her sniveling coworker, placed her left hand under James' cum coated chin, and pushed his head back so he was looking up at and into her eyes. James cried openly in front of Suzanne Chen and it had no effect on the woman who was holding his head up by his chin. "You have to learn your place in the scheme of things James. If you take the time to accept your fate, you'll be wealthy beyond your dreams and Mitch will not make it difficult for you on a day-to-day basis working here. The beginning is going to be a very humiliating time for Beverly and you, but I know Beverly is going to love being his slut and you... Well, be a good employee. Accept Mitch controlling and fucking your wife. Accept being your wife's cuckold and your life won't be so bad. You'll get used to and soon-or-later come to love sucking a better man's cum from a woman's just fucked pussy. You have to trust me, James."