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Enough Bickering! Ch. 02

By: SEVERUSMAX



Natasha still had much desk work to do for Gavin that morning, but she breezed right through it, determined to get it out of the way before lunch. She naturally hoped to spend her mid-day meal with her boss, having "snacked" on his cum earlier that day. The whole idea of her new relationship with Mr. Brock, as well as his plans for her and the entire company, was enough to make her wet between her thighs. She was horny after her recent divorce and eager to fuck a man, especially Gavin. 

"Natasha, dear, it's time for lunch. Come with me, baby," her boss instructed her, or was that his voice in her head?

"Yes, sir! I'll be right there, Mr. Brock," she replied enthusiastically. 

"That's good, but none of this 'Mr. Brock' business anymore, alright? I'm 'Sir', 'Gavin', 'Master', or 'honey' to you. Is that clear?" he demanded.

"Crystal, Sir. Should I take my Honda or ride with you?" she inquired anxiously.

"Natasha, when a man asks you out to lunch with him, it's understood that you're going to ride with him," he observed.

"Yes, of course, Sir. What was I thinking?" she apologized, somewhat embarrassed at her gaffe.

"You were being careful and not wanting to impose yourself. However, you should try to remember that when a man invites you to lunch, he already doesn't consider it an imposition for you to ride in his car," he pointed out. 

"Sorry, Sir. I'm just rusty with the dating scene. That's all," she explained.

"That is natural, given your previous marital status. That's why I'm being patient with your nervous mistakes. You need time to adjust to your new life," he assured her. 

"Thank you, Sir," she said as they got into his Corvette. 

"You're welcome, my love. Now, let's find a place to eat and discuss my plans for the party tomorrow. Does Federico's sound nice?" he suggested.

"Federico's? Isn't that the gourmet Spanish restaurant? I would love to go there! I haven't exactly had the cash for that kind of place lately, even at lunchtime. It sounds great," she agreed.

"Good, because I've wanted to go back there for a while. I know the owner pretty well and he's probably wondering when I would patronize his establishment again. He's a nice Spaniard in his mid-60s. I imagine that we'll get the best service from him today," he informed her.

"Really? You know THE Federico? I heard that he's gay and left Spain during the Franco years, because they were strict about that sort of thing. Is that true?" she asked curiously.

"Yes, he's a homosexual. He even has a 'wife', which means that he has a male lover that stays home and does the housework. I've met him too. His name is Terence and he is only a couple of years older than Federico. He is retired, so the 'house husband' thing doesn't bother his ego quite so much. Anyway, enough about them. Let's get inside," he said after they parked outside the restaurant.

As they walked into Federico's, Natasha noticed how busy the place was, even at 12:17 in the afternoon. It was clearly a popular restaurant with the elite of Cincinnati society. She also noticed how firmly Gavin held onto her arm as he led her inside. He was evidently determined to let people there know that she was his woman. He was showing off her proudly to his fellow patrons. 

There was Federico, acting as his own host, which he frequently did during the daytime. He greeted Gavin warmly in the European manner, with an embrace and kisses near the mouth. 

"Senor Brock, it is good to see you again! It has been a while, you know. And who is this senorita on your arm? Is she your new lover?" he probed as he led them into what was likely to be Gavin's favorite booth. 

"Yes, it has been quite a while, Federico. I figured that I should bring my new girlfriend to my favorite restaurant for our first date together. I doubt that she has ever been here from what she has told me. This is Natasha. Natasha, this is Federico, owner of the best Spanish restaurant I have ever frequented," he introduced them.

"I am charmed, even if not in the same sense as Gavin. Pleased to meet you, Senorita," Federico curtsied, "Would the two of you like some wine, before I send your waitress here?"

"Yes, thank you, but only two glasses. Neither of us can afford to be tipsy right now, especially with the drive back to work. Some of your Spanish red wine would be nice, Federico," Gavin ordered.

"I understand, Senor, and I will have the waitress bring your wine immediately. I do not drink much during work, either. It helps to have a clear head for business, so I can provide well for myself and Terence," he agreed, walking back to the front to get his niece, Blanca, to switch places with him again.

Gavin and Natasha enjoyed their wine and lunch very well, as they both ate simple, but authentically Spanish dishes. As they ate, they both discussed his plans for the office, albeit in a low enough volume to discourage eavesdropping. She also played "footsie" with him, flirting rather blatantly with her boss/Master. 

When they returned to the office, Gavin was already aroused enough to decide that he must take her home with him that night. He hadn't been sure about when to completely consummate his dominance over his secretary, but she had encouraged him to enjoy her ASAP. 

This thirty something MILF made it so "hard" on him that he kept both her and himself as busy as he could, just to avoid dwelling on his urge to have his way with her. Naturally, therefore, the two of them got their work done ahead of schedule and resorted to busywork to distract themselves.

When 6:00 arrived, Gavin got his stuff together and hurried out of his part of the office. He gestured for Natasha to follow him and clock out as well. She made no protest, of course. On the contrary, she looked forward to what was evidently going to be a long, exhausting night of wild sex.

"Don't worry about your car, Natasha. I'll drive you to work tomorrow. I know that you don't have the kids on weekends, so you don't have that excuse. You're going to spend the night with me, so I can fuck you almost to death! They say that a woman in her thirties is in her sexual peak, so we'll have to test that theory, won't we?" he announced.

The drive to his early 20th Century house was very short, but her eagerness to ride her boss dragged it out in her mind. The very idea of her new Master fucking her pussy made it soak the fancy underwear that she had worn that day. They were her best panties, but she didn't mind getting them wet. That fact would just show her lover how desperately she wanted to screw him. She didn't care about dinner, even though she should have been hungry at this point. She just wanted to jump her new supervisor's bones. 

That became obvious when Gavin pulled into his driveway, opened the door for Natasha, and smelled her as he led her to the front door. He winked at her as they went inside, as if to indicate that he knew how wet she had become during the drive. He then locked the door behind them and put his hand under her skirt to feel her underwear.

"I gather that you are as excited about tonight as I am, maybe even more. Drop your wet panties and hand them to me. I want to inspect them myself," he commanded her.

She complied and he sniffed her "unmentionables", quickly detecting that she was more than just aroused. She had nearly cum in the car from her excitement. She blushed as she realized that he had discovered the truth about her anticipation. She just couldn't help herself. The prospect of being his fuck-toy was too much to resist. 

"I'm not sure which of us wants this more, Natasha. I hope that you can pace yourself a little and fully enjoy tonight's fun, though. I hope that both of us cum repeatedly, of course," he declared.

Gavin then seized Natasha, lifted up her skirt, and spread her ass-cheeks. He slid his fingers in her pussy and along her butt-crack, further exciting her. He then knelt and rimmed her ass for a bit, pleasantly surprising her with this kind of sensual attention. His fingers, still buried in her sex, felt her juices as she became increasingly turned-on. 

"Oh, God! You're licking my ass and playing with my pussy! Damn it, I'm getting so wet! Fuck me, please!" she squealed as he tossed her salad.

"Strip completely and watch me disrobe first. Then we'll fuck, I promise you," he tantalized her.

Natasha trembled as she obeyed Gavin. She was afraid that he would somehow be turned-off by her body, but she also hoped to make him want her even more. She wondered which way he would respond to her figure. This was the proverbial moment of truth. 

"Well, it seems that you are as much of a MILF as I thought! I wonder what you'll think of me," he remarked as he began to undress himself.

He had no idea just how much his tall, well-toned body turned her on. His cock was another major attraction, though she had seen it before. She hoped to feel him inside her soon. She was unaware that she had started licking her lips with lust. 

Gavin approached Natasha when they were both naked and led her onto the easy chair. He spread her legs and touched her pussy again with his hand. Her pussy was as prepared for him as it needed to be, so he entered her with a good thrust. 

As he pushed in and out of his secretary/slave, he felt her warmth and wetness on his cock. He could tell that she was relaxing and loosening. Her cunt, so long deprived, welcomed the triumphant return of male flesh. The intense feeling of a man's dick taking her in such a vigorous way was every bit as delightful as she remembered and even more in this case. 

The only thing that she had been missing about her ex lately was sex with him and now she didn't even miss that. After all, her boss was already better in the sack. 

"Damn, that's good! I can't believe somebody would give this pussy up! You're really loving this, too, aren't you?" Gavin reacted to the cunt that had started to squeeze and milk him.

"Yes, Sir! Fuck me, Gavin! Keep fucking me! Keep fu.....!" she shouted as he continued to invade her pussy.

"That's my girl! Keep taking my dick! You want more, don't you?" he taunted her.

"Yes, Master! More cock, please! I want more of your fucking cock!" she moaned as he rammed her doggie-style over the chair. 

"You're getting ready to cum, aren't ya? Just say that you want to cum and I'll let you cum on my cock!" he instructed her.

"Yes, I want to cum! I really need to cum! I beg you to let me cum!" she pleaded with her new Master as he slammed her pussy with his rod.

"I told you that I wouldn't deny you a climax, so feel free to cum. I want you to cum for me, right now, while I fuck your sweet cunt!" he commanded her.

Released by that order, Natasha squirted her juices onto Gavin as he fucked her. She couldn't believe that she had actually done that. Female ejaculation was considered a rare phenomenon, but she had experienced it, no doubt because of her sheer excitement at getting fucked by her Master. 

By this time, the boss knew that he couldn't resist the impulse to shoot his load anymore. He had only held out to make his slave girl cum, on the chance that he might not get hard again. Now that she had her orgasm, however, he was ready to explode in her pussy. His cock twitched and then his seed was expelled into her cunt. He had finally relieved his hardness and began to soften as he slid out of her sex.

"I think that we need to rest and eat something before we fuck again. You're a damned good lay, you know that, Natasha? I had to hold back from cumming before you did. That's how well you milked me," he complimented her.

"Thank you, Master. I'm glad to serve you well. What kind of food do you have, by the way? I've worked up quite an appetite too," she responded.

"I've got some leftover pot roast, if you don't mind that," he suggested.

"Not at all, Sir. I could use a substantial supper like that after what we just did. I can understand if you're not quite up to cooking right now. I wouldn't be," she reassured him, genuinely pleased that she might get some meat and starch in her system.

"Believe it or not, I cooked the pot roast myself. I can cook, though I seldom have the time for it," he informed her as they took the food out of the microwave and began eating it.

"Really? That's still quite a feat for a bachelor. Most of my ex's friends couldn't make scrambled eggs to save their lives, let alone a pot roast. Hell, my ex couldn't either, come to think of it. I doubt that his bride is much better. The idea of her ruining their dinners would make me laugh, if my kids didn't have to eat that crap," she commented.

"Well, I'll have to cook for them some time myself. That way, they can eat some real food. I trust that you're a fine cook yourself," he noted.

"Yes, I am, if I may toot my own horn. However, I don't get as much time to cook for them as I'd like. When I have the most free time, as I do on weekends, they're at my ex's place. Blame the joint-custody, though I do want them to have a father. That's the only reason that I put up with any of his BS. Otherwise, I'd get a restraining order against the prick," she declared.

"That bad a guy, eh?" he probed.

"A real jerk, though I never say that in front of the kids. I ALMOST pity his bride when it comes to the bedroom. He's a selfish, nasty guy in the sack. He'll take his pleasure and doesn't give a damn if you have any," she angrily remarked. "Only ALMOST, eh?" he pointed out.

"They deserve each other. After all, she's probably after his money. He always did a nice trust fund. His corporate career is a joke. He is technically a director, but he is more of a playboy. Of course, I know that this only sounds like sour grapes. I am just tired of missing that fool and now I'm detached enough to see what I've escaped. That's your doing. You've broken me out of his spell, so to speak," she told him.

"I'm glad to help. After all, you're my girl now, so I can't have you pining away for some stupid preppy. A playboy, huh? So, he cheated on you a lot?" he observed.

"I doubt it through most of the marriage, simply because he was one of those guys too busy drinking and gambling to have any energy left for one woman, let alone several. If he did, it was sporadic, discrete, and probably the result of a drunken blackout. 

"No, he was more into hanging out with the guys at the country club and attending jet-set parties. I was fine for him as long as I met the criteria of a trophy wife. Then, however, he got older and wanted a pretty, young wife to somehow make others respect him again. That's when he betrayed me for another woman. It was always about his ego and his image far more than it was about sex," she explained. 

"Sounds like a royal prick, if you ask me. I've met that type of guy, which I won't dignify by calling a 'man', quite often in my career. They think that they're superior because they have last names for first names, followed by Roman numerals, and can trace their ancestors back to the Mayflower, for instance. He's probably a 'mama's boy', if he's anything like the WASP blue-bloods that I've met. Puritans with apron-strings, I call them," he dismissed her ex.

"Yes, that about sums him up. But enough of my stupid, ridiculous ex. What do you say that we use some of the fuel that we've just consumed by fucking?" Natasha suggested.

"Now, THAT is a damned good idea, my love! However, what I have in mind will require you to stay naked in the kitchen. I want you to hold onto the counter and bend over," he commanded her.

"And what is that, Master?" she feigned innocence.

"I think that you already suspect what I want from you," Gavin announced. Natasha did as her boss ordered her, spreading her own cheeks again in anticipation. She felt something cold applied to her asshole and realized that it was the rest of the gravy from the pot roast. He used it to lube her backdoor so he could more easily enter it. 

"I gather that you're an anal virgin, so bear in mind that this will hurt a bit. I lubricated your ass to reduce the pain a little, but it will still feel sore for a while," he warned her.

"That's fine with me. Just make it worth the pain, Master. That's all I ask," she replied lustfully.

Gavin eased his dick into Natasha's ass in several thrusts, before he finally pushed his entire member inside her. While it indeed hurt her for a few minutes, she began to adjust to the feeling of a sizable cock in her tight butt. His eager, relentless shoving into her bottom started to bring her some pleasure. The sense of being stretched by a hard cock actually turned her on, as she finally admitted to herself.

Her boss was not exactly in the dark about her changing feelings when it came to anal sex. He butt-fucked her greedily, drawing considerable pleasure from her increasing arousal at his action. He could also smell her wet pussy again, further indicating her reaction to his cock in her bottom. 

"I think that my new slave enjoys a cock up her ass. Is that right, Natasha? Do you like what I'm doing to you? Does it turn you on?" he teased her.

"Yes!" she conceded as he plundered her ass. 

"You want more of this in the future, don't you? You want your Master to ram your butt with his big cock!" he taunted her as he shoved his dick up her rear end.

"Yes!" she repeated.

"Yes, what?" he demanded.

"Yes, Master!" she screamed as he continued buggering her.

"That sounds nice. Now, do you want me to cum in your ass?" he insisted on questioning her.

"Yes! Cum in my ass!" she urged him.

He gladly obliged her, filling her butt with what was left of his cum. As he already came twice before that day, there wasn't as much to fill her backdoor, but there was still enough for her to enjoy the feeling of his cream inside her.

The sensation of a full and leaking ass, soaked with his seed, was incredibly pleasant. She had no capacity to resist the climax that immediately followed his release.

Too exhausted to do much else, they both snuggled up in his king-sized bed together. Evidently, he was used to entertaining women, possibly in groups with a bed that large. She didn't mind, however. Tonight, she had his arms around her. 

Somehow, this one night said everything that she needed to know about their relationship. No matter how many other women he might fuck, she would relax and enjoy it, knowing that she was definitely his favorite after this night.

Enough Bickering! Ch. 03



The next morning, Gavin woke Natasha and led her into the bathroom so both of them could shower and brush their teeth.

"Thank you, Master. I'm glad that we fucked last night. I've been wanting you to screw me for a while now. I love you, Master," she declared.

"I love you too, Natasha. You're a damn good slave. Now, together we need to plan for the party tonight. I want to use my mind powers to hypnotize people into fucking each other. Once we cause the orgy, I plan to use it to transform people's relationships here. Few, if any, of our colleagues will be the same after tonight. By the time they realize what has happened to them, they will be swingers. 

"So, you see, you are vital to my plans. I want you 'ease' things along by teasing the men in order to encourage them and then fucking them once they lose control. I will kick things off with the women by having my way with them. Between us, we will help them loosen up and enjoy themselves. We will be the catalysts for the orgy. Understand?" he announced. 

"Yes, of course, Master. I will gladly carry out your orders. This company needs to be jolted a bit. It's too PC. I mean, if you followed corporate guidelines, I'd never have gotten fucked like I did last night and that would have kept me frustrated. I think that you would have been frustrated as well. So, just tell me what to do and when, and I will happily do it," she promised him.

"That's a good slave girl. Now, we don't have to work today. We just have the party, so let's eat a nice breakfast. I doubt that either of us is up to cooking, so I'll take you out for some pancakes. How does that grab ya?" he announced. 

"Pancakes? They're my favorite breakfast! I especially love them with strawberries, whipped cream, and maple syrup! Thank you, honey!" she exclaimed.

"I thought you might like that. I had a gut feeling that you enjoy real food and yesterday confirmed that. We'll have a hearty breakfast and get ready for the party tonight. We have too much work to just eat a fruit salad, though I have nothing against fruit. It's just not a meal by itself," Gavin observed.

He and Natasha quickly got dressed up after taking care of their grooming. It not being time for the office party yet, he put on more casual clothing and gave her a pair of jeans and sweater that he had bought for "emergencies" like this one. 

"So, what should I wear tonight? I'll have to get it from my house, you know," Natasha asked as Gavin drove the Corvette to a nearby pancake house.

"Actually, I'm going to take you to a nice department store, where you can pick out a formal gown for the party. Naturally, I'll be wearing a tuxedo, although not for long," he winked at her.

"Thank you, Master! That's very nice of you. So, we'll put on a proper front until the time comes to seduce the staff. Then we'll liberate them from their uptight ways. Am I right, Sir?" she reacted.

"Absolutely. Of course, we'll get them a little tipsy and horny first, which will make our job a lot easier. I think that the process will be helped somewhat by their awkwardness about the fact that I'm escorting you. On the one hand, it's a possible violation of the guidelines. However, I'm also the boss in this department, so they'll be afraid to openly confront me over it. This dilemma will give us a psychological edge over them," he explained as they pulled into the café.

"You're brilliant, Master! I'm glad that you have made me your slave. I'm also happy that you trust me with your plans. I just hope that you're going to be able to fuck me tomorrow after the orgy tonight," she responded.

"Believe me, I will be able to fuck you. You'll be getting a lot of my cock in the future, probably more than any of the other women that I fuck. In fact, I think we should live together and even think about marriage, with the understanding that we'll remain swingers and you'll stay my slave," he assured her as they got out of the car. 

"That's wonderful to know, Master. I'll be a very submissive wife, of course, as long as I get to be your slave. I admit that I'm hooked on you. You've really changed my life. I want to service you in any way that you wish," she declared.

They were seated by the hostess, ordered their meals, and continued chatting as they waited for their waitress to return. When the food arrived, the VP flirted with her and telepathically instructed his new slave to do so as well. The girl blushed, but clearly enjoyed the attention and made sure to impress the couple that was blatantly flattering her.

"I think that we'll be getting plenty of coffee today," Natasha remarked, too flustered herself at the sight of the waitress's evident arousal to say much else.

"Yes, and we might even get invited up for some in the future if we keep doing that! I didn't mean to embarrass you, but I wanted you to have the experience of flirting with another woman. Don't worry. We did her a favor. She got an idea of her own sex appeal and might even have opened up to the possibility of bisexuality. There will be times when I will have you experiment with women and I want you to be comfortable with that," he informed her. 

"Will you want that tonight?" she asked nervously.

"I wouldn't rule it out. Don't be surprised, either way. You've been a very good slave so far and I think that you will enjoy that part of your service too, if you give it a chance. This morning is proof of that. You loved flirting with Sophia, didn't you?" he instructed her.

"Well, yes, I guess that I did. She is very sexy and friendly. I just did it, probably because I was obeying you. I'll have to confess that I wanted her. I felt a little shocked and embarrassed at myself, at least partly because she is young enough to be my daughter and I have never knowingly flirted with a girl before. What really surprised me was the fact that she seemed to like the attention from BOTH of us, not just you," Natasha answered, still somewhat taken aback.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that she's bi-curious now, even if she wasn't before today. We will probably have to take charge of her initiation now. After all, we have to finish what we started. Something tells me that she won't mind being trained by us," Gavin replied.

"What sort of training? Do you plan to enslave her, too?" she asked as she saw the girl heading back to their table.

"Well, of course! I also think that she should be made to submit to you as well as me. Naturally, I'll be at the top of the pecking order, but I want you to dominate her. That will make it work quicker and make her more comfortable pleasuring you. Besides, I get turned-on by the idea of controlling a woman who will assists me in enslaving other women," he clarified.

"Thank you, Master! I appreciate your kindness and thoughtfulness. Speaking of her, though, I think she's almost at our booth," she told him.

"Speaking about me how?" Sophia interjected curiously.

"Uh, well, it's just something complimentary. That's all," Natasha stammered as Gavin winked at her.

"What's that 'Master' business, then?" the waitress probed. "Natasha is my sex slave. She does what I say, when I say to do it. In return, I reward her generously. We even share each other. She is a very obedient slave, aren't you Natasha?" Gavin commented.

"Hmm.. A sex slave, huh? Well, what's that like? Is it as much fun as it sounds? You're a lucky woman, Natasha. I wish that I was his slave. I'd really work hard to please that sexy Master of yours!" Sophia blurted, then blushed as she realized what she had said aloud.

"Well, you know that saying, 'Careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.'. I'd be more than willing to train you, but you'd have to obey me completely. That also means that you would have to obey Natasha, unless her orders conflicted with mine. Then, of course, she would have to be punished for contradicting me and you would get to help me punish her. There's a lot that you would have to do, that would not be popular with many women," he warned her.

Sophia really turned red upon hearing that. She also felt her panties getting wet. The idea of this handsome, manly guy and his MILF "sex slave" ordering her around and having their way with her was extremely stimulating to her. It certainly beat the ordinary, vanilla relationships that most of her college classmates offered. This was more of what she wanted sexually than the normal lifestyle that her parents and siblings lived.

"If you're trying to scare me off, it backfired, sir! Just tell me the place and time, and I'll service both of you eagerly. I'm not like the rest of my family. They're prudes. I'm a slut looking for a man to be firm with her. I'm 18 now, so I can do what I want, and what I want is to have fun with people like you guys," she countered, albeit in a low enough volume that other patrons and waitresses wouldn't overhear. 

"Yes, I can tell that you're excited," Natasha teased her, alluding to the smell of the girl's panties and making her blush again.

Gavin winked at both of them, while Sophia finished serving them and wrote down her phone number so they could contact her. They looked at each other and non-verbally agreed that they make sure to call that number in the near future. That night, however, was first on their minds. They still had to attend the party and subvert the corporate rules.

After tipping Sophia rather well and paying for their food, Gavin led Natasha out of the café to the Corvette. They had a very short trip to the clothing store, where she picked out a rather elegant, but not too fancy dress for the party and he paid for it. When they finished shopping, they returned to Gavin's house, where they undressed and took a nap to rest up for the evening. They woke up after a couple of hours, turned on the TV, and watched several programs. Finally, they looked at the time and realized that it was 4:45. They had to get dressed quickly for the party. 

"You know, Master, this has already been a great day, not counting the party. I'm definitely looking forward to the orgy, by the way. I've NEVER done something like that in my life! It just sounds wild and sexy. I'm a bit nervous, though," Natasha told him.

"Of course, you are. You've followed the rules of society for most, if not all, of your life. Suddenly defying those unwritten laws, by having group sex for instance, is a dramatic change. You've been told since you were young to find a man, marry him, and have a couple of children. You've been instructed to pursue a career too. 

"The message of the community is 'don't have casual sex, wait until several dates at least, and don't submit to a man'. You're breaking free. You're standing up for your right to be TRULY liberated. You CAN submit to a man if you wish and you don't have to be a type A, 'Super Mom' woman anymore. You can live by your own rules. THAT is genuine freedom," Gavin observed.

"Master, you're quite a philosopher! I knew that you're rather independent, but I always thought of you as more pragmatic than intellectual. I'm getting to know you better and I respect you more than I already did. I have to admit that it's a turn-on," she declared.

"That's good to hear. A guy always likes to know that he turns a girl on," he winked at her as they headed to a fast food joint, where they planned to eat before going to the corporate office for the party.

"They don't feed you more than hors d'ouerves at these events. If you stick to what they offer, your stomach will never forgive you. It will growl at you all night long!" he warned her as he ravenously consumed his burger, fries, and Coke.

"Thanks for the warning, Sir. I'm sure that we don't want to fuck on an empty stomach, do we?" she teased him, while she ate her own combo meal.

"No, we don't. We certainly don't need to drink on one. They wonder why everyone gets so damned drunk at these things. All that wine and no real food in their systems. It's yet another stupid corporate practice that I would like to change. They've got DUIs waiting to happen, just because they're too cheap to pay for a proper meal. Either that, or they're afraid that their wives might gain a pound or two," Gavin smirked.

"That's another thing that I love about you, Sir," Natasha remarked.

"What is?" he asked in confusion.

"Your deliberate mockery of your bosses and contempt for their obvious stupidity. I wonder if they know or suspect how you feel about them. I think that they do, but are too greedy to give a damn," she commented.

"That's right on the money, babe, which is the whole point. Money! They see short-term gain, not the big picture. 

"The worst of them is the Chief Financial Officer, Stanford Wilcox the 3rd. The man would put Ebenezer Scrooge to shame. He's a Yalie with one agenda: to convince the board and the shareholders that he doesn't waste a red cent. He wants to keep his job at any cost. 

"As far as sex is concerned, who knows if he is even capable. He has a hard-on for money, that's all," he grinned as they finished their food and hurried back to the car.

When they got to the office, half of the staff was already there. Apparently, they had skipped dinner and were determined to impress everyone else by being early. It was only 5:15 and the party was supposed to start at 6:00. It was set to officially end at 9. This didn't keep these suck-ups from making a point of getting there first.

The Chairman had not shown up and it was whispered that he would only pop in for a short while and head back home. The same was likely to happen with the CFO, but he would probably take his cue from the Boss. 

This meant that Gavin Brock, aged 43, was the senior executive present at the moment. Consequently, everyone rose to greet him. This naturally gave him a chance to plant thoughts in their heads while they exchanged small talk. It also allowed him to introduce Natasha to them, which unsettled them just the way that he had predicted.

"So, you're banging your secretary, are you?" Ryan Godwin, the VP for corporate operations, asked.

"Now, that would be a breach of corporate guidelines, wouldn't it, Ryan?" Gavin taunted him.

"You're evading the question. Clever!" Godwin snorted. "Oh, you'll find out everything that you want to know soon, Ryan. There will be no secrets. For now, however, let's enjoy ourselves and pretend to respect each other, at least," Gavin countered.

"Sure, why not? Let's pretend that you're a team player. But we all know better, don't we?" Ryan reacted.

"That's your problem, Godwin. You assume things. And you know the saying about assumptions, don't you? Face it. I'm loyal to the company, just not blindly obedient to all of the board's dictates. My first duty is to the shareholders, not people like you. Anyway, this isn't the time or place for such discussions. Let's try to have fun. That's the point of tonight, you know," Gavin scolded him.

Ryan walked off with a look of self-righteous disgust on his face. He was quickly replaced as the annoying interrogator by Kate Doherty, a royal bitch who served as VP for regional co-ordination. As bad as Godwin was, Doherty was ten times worse. She was a perpetual busybody and not in a good way. To her, everyone must conform to the same lifestyle as herself, or they were just wrong. 

"So, what do we have here? The confirmed bachelor and his new mistress! Typical. Seriously, Gavin, when are you going to grow up?" Kate scowled.

"Who says that I haven't? Just because I don't have a wife and 2.5 kids yet, you think I'm immature? I make my own decisions. I don't refer everything to the advice columns in the popular magazines. I take responsibility for living my own life and choosing my own ethics. You might do well to read Sartre some time. He would help you out a bit," he retorted.

"Sartre? That pessimistic fool has no appeal to me. I'm not into that existentialist bullshit. What's with you and questioning authority, anyway?" she demanded.

"Whose authority? Nobody elected those columnists to the office of ruler of everyone's personal lives. Look, accept the fact that I am a different sort of person than you and get over it," he rejoined.

Kate shut up after that, as she just wanted to drink some wine and get Gavin and Natasha off of her mind. The truth was, deep down, she resented his disinterest in her, at least when it came to relationships. She had made it clear when she first joined the management team that she wanted to date him, but that he would have to wait until at least the 10th date for sex. 

When he indicated that he didn't really care if he dated her at all, or even slept with her, she began to nurse a serious grudge against him. Who was he, to reject the terms that she offered? Surely, those were generous and necessary to ensure a long-term relationship before they engaged in sexual relations! Apparently, however, he didn't really consider her worth the effort and that ate at her constantly. 

Natasha laughed as she observed this scene, "Gee, Sir, you're not too popular with your colleagues!" 

"That's their problem. Ask me if I give a damn. That is what is wrong with this whole company. Assholes who think that they're God's gift to women, or men in Kate's case, and that everyone of both sexes should grovel to them. They want everyone done how they think it should be, regardless of the facts. They're fucking prima donnas and they need to be taken down a few pegs," Gavin declared.

"So, when you do want to do that?" she inquired.

"Eager to get on with hit, are we?" he probed.

"Well, sort of...I mean, they pissed me off too. Especially Kate and her caustic comment about me being a sign of your immaturity. That 'mistress' bit didn't have me fooled. She was saying that, by choosing me instead of her, you were being childish. She's got some nerve, suggesting that," she remarked.

"Kate's just bitter that she hasn't found a replacement for her husband. Evidently, it's okay to lie to your spouse and trade them for another without prior warning, but it's not okay to go without a spouse for any period of time after college. Of course, her husband should be so lucky as to lose her. He might be able to get his hypertension under control then. That's my take on the issue," he stated contemptuously.

"You mean that she was MARRIED when she made her advances? I take it that she doesn't have an open relationship. People like that disgust me. That's just like my ex! Who does she think that she is?" she practically shouted.

"No, she doesn't have an 'open' relationship, just one filled with deceit and betrayal. The only reason that I haven't told her husband is that I have to work with the bitch. And yes, she is EXACTLY like your ex! That's one of the MANY reasons that I rejected her advances. She is definitely not my type," he informed her.

"I heard that!" Kate yelled, indicating that she had listened to part of the conversation. "Heard what?" Natasha asked with mock innocence.

"The bit where your beau accused me of being an unfaithful wife and a hypocrite. How dare you say that, Gavin? And in what way am I a bitch? You're the bastard who wouldn't commit to me! I just wanted to marry someone better than my stupid husband," Kate screamed. 

"So, I'm stupid, am I? Maybe so, for trusting you all of these years. You have given me nothing but hell for the past decade. I should have figured that you wanted to impose a double standard on him, not to mention on me," Tom Doherty reacted to her tirade.

"Tom, honey, that's not what I meant..." she stammered, knowing that she was caught. 

"So, you didn't mean to cuckold me with Gavin and trick him into a lopsided relationship? No doubt you made up some story about how unhappy and mistreated you were, being abused or neglected by you. I'm not as stupid as you believe, however. I could tell that you were hiding something from me. I just wasn't sure about what it was," her husband reprimanded her.




Enough Bickering! Ch. 03



This scene had caught everyone's attention. Ryan and the others looked nervously at the confrontation of Kate by Gavin, Tom, and Natasha. They knew how nasty Mrs. Doherty could be when put on the defensive. They also knew that Mr. Brock could be even tougher.

Ryan, in particular, was worried. He had managed to get Kate out of her panties once, mainly by threatening to tell Tom about her moves on Gavin. That he hadn't pursued her afterward was due to the fact that she failed to impress him in the sack. Instead, he blackmailed her into backing him on corporate matters, which insulted and infuriated her. 

In any case, there was the danger that someone might mention that he banged Tom's wife, right in front of Tom. If Mr. Doherty was furious now, he might well be angrier still after that. He might get fired for breaching the same corporate guidelines that he claimed to uphold. He might even get charged with sexual harassment or blackmail. 

Don't put up with it. Get even. See how hot Natasha is? Do you see the way that she is flirting with you? Fuck her! Do what you want with her. Flaunt it in your wife's face.

Okay, baby, it's time to act. I want you to suck Tom's cock now. Just approach him, pull down his pants and briefs, and put his dick in your mouth. It will throw everyone off balance.

The secretary didn't hesitate to obey her boss for a second. She went over to Tom Doherty, removed his pants, and began to lick his cock. He was quite shocked that she seemed to have really thought along the same lines as himself. She started to stick his dick deeper into her mouth, making him extremely aroused.

Kate, outraged, lunged toward her husband, trying to stop the blowjob that Natasha was giving him. Gavin grabbed her as she attempted to intervene and held her back. He turned her around and looked at her in a terrifying way.

Don't you dare fight this, bitch! It's going to happen! Your hubby is getting some head for a change and you're not going to stop him. Don't worry about what's happening to him. Focus on what is about to happen to YOU!

That voice in her head really shook Kate up. She had no idea who said this to her, but its harsh and vicious tone gave her goose bumps. There was a dangerous and commanding force behind the words in her mind. Worse still, it was distinctly masculine, so it wasn't her own brain.

Gavin suddenly grabbed her dress, hiked it up, and pulled off her panties. He brutally shoved his cock inside her before she composed herself enough to put up some resistance. His dick was large and its abrupt entry hurt her a lot. His ruthless way of taking her both stunned and stimulated her.

Natasha continued to deep-throat Tom Doherty, which made it extremely difficult for the sexually frustrated architect to resist cumming. His marriage was more than "on the rocks"; it was beginning to decay. He hadn't slept with Kate at all in 3 years. Masturbation had become his only hope of retaining sanity. 

His Catholic faith had ruled out divorce or an affair in the past, but it was getting to the point that he didn't care if he went to Hell. He felt like he ALREADY WAS in Hell. The doctors had prescribed some pills for his high-blood pressure, but it hadn't helped, because the stress was still as bad as ever.

Understandably, therefore, Tom's sudden, unexpected experience of getting a BJ from someone as sexy as Natasha easily made it hard for him to hold back his release. She truly seemed to savor his cock, licking it from the base to the head one moment and taking him inside her throat the next. 

This intense blowjob also pleased Natasha considerably. She loved the taste of this man's dick, although she still preferred Gavin's. Mr. Doherty's thrusts into her mouth turned her on a lot as well. She could tell that he was struggling to keep himself from cumming down her throat and she took delight in making it more difficult for him to control his lust.

Gavin's voice burst into Tom's head. 

Something else, isn't she? You like fucking my lady's face? You know that she belongs to me, but I'm sharing her with you, because it's YOUR turn to get some action for a change! Don't worry about me, though. I'm having plenty of fun with that shrew whom you married. 

Sure enough, Gavin fucked Kate relentlessly on the floor, not giving a damn whether she enjoyed it. He had her pinned in front of everyone present, ramming callously into her cunt. The truth of the matter was that she actually liked the way that he screwed her, much to her own surprise and chagrin. Something about the rough, animalistic way that he took her pussy excited her. 

He slammed her sex with every push, forcefully stretching it. As her pussy was rather tight from only getting one lay in 3 years, there wasn't much danger that it would become too loose for Tom if or when he claimed his husbandly dues. She was also in some pain, but that was becoming less of an issue with her, just as it was irrelevant to him from the outset. 

Frankly, Gavin didn't really enjoy much about fucking Kate, except the roughness of the way that he did it and the fact that he was screwing in general. She, on the other hand, clearly thought that he was one of the best sex partners that she had ever known. Her climax was certainly big enough, as she gushed her juices on his cock.

Tom, meanwhile, couldn't fight his need to cum anymore. He shot an incredible load into Natasha's throat, as she greedily swallowed all of it. He was quite shocked at her response, as she licked her lips and winked at him. Obviously, she had as much fun as he did. He had assumed that she was just doing this to please her boss and get back at his wife. Evidently, he was wrong about that.

Kate's orgasm finally pushed Gavin to cum in her cunt, filling it with his seed. When he pulled out of her, he could tell a difference in her attitude toward him. She was broken, weakened, and defeated. He had taken control of her in a way that she could not undo. She would not be causing him any more trouble if she could avoid it. 

You enjoyed that, didn't you? You had fun, while my cock thrust in and out of you and I had my way with your body. Admit it. You are not in control of anything. You've lost. You'll have to face your own nature and your animal instincts as well. You want to submit to a man. That is why you resent us so much. We're your vulnerability, your Achilles heel. Accept your fate. You will be a much better wife for Tom, because I won't have you in THAT sense.

Now, walk over to that table, strip completely naked, and bend over. You will take every man's cock up the ass. You will cooperate with anyone who wants your body. You will then go home with Tom and obey him from now on, in everything that he wishes. 

Kate found herself doing what Gavin commanded, undressing and offering her ass to the whole office. Ryan Godwin was the first to take advantage, seeing his chance to enjoy her body in a way that he hadn't before. Not bothering to lube her butt, he forced his dick into her backdoor. Her whimpering and groans of pain had no effect on him. He simply kept using her bottom.

That Mrs. Doherty was an anal virgin was clear, given her reaction to being buggered. She sobbed and grunted as he butt-fucked her. She apparently didn't like the taking of her ass. Godwin, however, didn't care. He just wanted to plunder her bottom.

Yes, that's what you wanted the last time, isn't it? What, you didn't think that I knew about that? Word got around, buddy. Word got around. You bragged about boning her to a few people and they told some other people. That's how rumors get started. What did you do, blackmail her? If so, bragging wasn't wise. You must have been tipsy when you did that.

How does that feel, Mrs. Doherty? Is getting a big cock up your ass everything that it is cracked up to be? How is it without any lube? Does it hurt, stretch your hole, tear your insides out, or does it make you feel complete? Are you feeling impaled or churned up? Do you think that you're being gutted like a fish or achieving a new, more sensual kind of intimacy? Are you experiencing all of these sensations at once?

Ryan continued sodomizing Kate, making her sore and increasingly aroused as well. She knew that her life had irrevocably changed. Her husband had seen her taking one man in her cunt and another in her ass. He had even gotten a blowjob himself.

Monogamy was likely to be history for her and Tom. There was no way that she would give up being slut, now that she had tried it, and she knew that her hubby would not let her push him around or mistreat him through a double standard or anything else. 

Natasha, meanwhile, lay across another of the tables and spread her legs. She winked at Tom, who took her up on the invitation and entered her wet pussy. She put her feet on his shoulders while he fucked her, clearly wanting to give him complete access to her cunt. She was still rather horny and wanted him to screw the hell out of her.

She is very tight, isn't she, Tom? Don't worry, there's a lot more pleasure headed your way. When this night is through, Kate will be your fuck-toy, to use as you see fit. She will be to you what Natasha is to me: a sex slave. You will get as much tail as you wish and you won't even object to you getting some on the side, just as you won't with her affairs. 

The secretary kept taking Tom's dick in her sex and asking for more. He had trouble fucking her as hard as she wished, after 3 years of de facto celibacy and a rather tame sex life before that. However, her encouragement soon got him thrusting more vigorously, screwing this MILF as hard as possible. 

Gavin saw Tabitha Wilcox, the petite and pampered daughter of Stanford Wilcox, and walked over to her. She acted shocked by all of the activity, even though her pompous and narrow-minded father was not there yet. Gavin always thought of this junior executive as a repressed slut, ready to break out of the family tradition of prudery and excessive greed. He decided to find out now if he was right.

Hello, Tabby. Yes, I called you by a nickname instead of even your given name, let alone your surname. I don't think that you want to be such a formal, uptight bitch. Prove me right. Hike up your skirt, pull off your panties, and ask me to fuck you HARD. I'm giving you a chance to improve your reputation and become a grown woman.

Miss Wilcox eagerly took the bait, surprising even Mr. Brock with her lust. She bared her pussy and ass, just like he suggested. She put her mouth on his and slipped her tongue desperately onto his. Her kiss was the most shocking thing about her. It presented everyone with the image of a woman who was starved for passion of any kind. Her colorless upbringing evidently chafed at the young lady. 

"Damn, you're a great kisser!" Gavin exclaimed as he returned the favor.

"I've wanted to just do this for a long time! I hate trying to be a workaholic like my father. You know, he has denied himself so much of a life and now he wants to make me do the same," she declared. 

The VP grabbed Tabitha and put her on a bench. Then he slid his cock into her from behind, fucking her doggie-style. The horny blonde virgin eagerly welcomed him inside of her. She seemed to think that this was the greatest thing that could ever happen to her. She didn't care about her panties lying on the floor. She just wanted more cock. 

"Are we hungry for dick? Is this what you meant by wanting to 'just do this'?" he taunted her as they screwed.

"Yes, but especially with you! I've had a serious crush on you for a long time. Fuck me harder, Gavin Brock!" she squealed, while he rammed her deflowered pussy.

Ryan Godwin, at last, shot his load into Kate's ass, filling her sore bottom to their mutual pleasure. She apparently didn't mind the pain so much anymore. In fact, getting butt-fucked drove her to an orgasm of her own. Her juices spilled onto her legs as he pulled out of her sphincter.

Natasha had gotten Tom off by now and graduated to Stanford Wilcox, who had arrived a few minutes earlier and gasped at the sight of an office party orgy. Such things happened in adult films, not real life, yet there people were, starting to fuck each other. From shocked spectators, the guests had turned into horny participants. 

Who was responsible for this, wondered the Chief Financial Officer, as the sexy redhead approached him. How did a typical corporate event become a setting for group sex? This was contrary to every principle behind the sexual conduct guidelines! People were supposed to work with their colleagues, not fuck them!

Before he could discover whom was at fault, however, Natasha reached him and began to unzip his pants. He stood there, stunned, as the gorgeous lady put his cock into her mouth and started to suck it. Despite his own notions of sex, the executive couldn't help but respond to the stimulation of a blowjob. His dick, long deprived, took the opportunity to harden and enlarge itself.

Was THIS what you feared? Is it really so bad, for the staff to engage in some good, old-fashioned hanky-panky? What harm is my secretary causing you by sucking your unused cock? Can you not see why I vigorously opposed the guidelines that you and the rest of the idiots on the executive committee approved, outvoting me in the process? I told you that people don't want to live that way, but you and the others wouldn't listen to me. As you can see, I was right and you were wrong.

The voices breaking into Stanford Wilcox's head, plus the fact that the woman sucking him off now vaguely entered his memory as Gavin's assistant, prompted the treasurer to realize that Brock was behind all of this. It all made sense now. Gavin Brock, the VP for marketing, had deliberately sabotaged the sexless atmosphere that the committee had tried to create. However, just as Wilcox felt a brief sense of outrage, it was knocked out of his head by the constant barrage of pleasure from Natasha's mouth. 

The sight of the VP fucking Tabitha jolted the CFO yet again, but he was unable to do anything about it. The thirty something woman giving him head distracted him from thinking about too much. He had gone without sex for so long that he had little ability to control himself. He found himself shooting a sizable load down the throat of his rival's secretary.

Well, what do you think of that? Hard to concentrate on much beyond your own arousal, isn't it? That's what comes of sexual frustration. If you had gotten laid more often, there would be less difficulty with your capacity to focus. Then again, you wouldn't have pushed for those silly rules, would you? Misery truly DOES love company, doesn't it?

Part of Wilcox wanted to confront Brock and demand to know what he was doing, as well as how he was doing it. The other part wanted this to continue. Something atavistic had broken free in Stanford, releasing him from his own virtually monastic code of conduct. Habit and instinct fought for control of him. 

Before he caught himself, Stanford Wilcox found the nearest cock within reach and proceeded to open his mouth for it. That dick just happened to belong to the Chairman of the company's board of directors. Everett Jones had arrived at the office for a brief greeting, but decided to stay, diverted from his purpose by the excitement of the emerging orgy. In spite of his rules, the 52-year old Jones instinctively began to stroke himself, taking out his manhood to do so.

"What the hell are you doing, Stanford? I always that you were a suck-up, but not literally!" Jones demanded to know.

"Sorry, it was just an impulse," Wilcox replied nervously, between licks of his boss's dick.

"Are you gay?" the Chairman probed, which was all that he can manage to say, due to the effect of the tongue on him.

"I'm not sure. I don't think so. I've fucked women before, just not in a long time, well not until Natasha. I, uh, ....could be bisexual, sir," he stammered.

"Bisexual? Yes, given the way you reacted to that secretary- did you say that her name was Natasha, I think that you may well be a switch-hitter. Well, I'm straight myself, but since you started this, you might as well finish it. Swallow it, too. This is the only taste of my cum that you'll ever get, so make the most of it. Then, I want to fuck some women!" Jones declared.

While not so experienced at sucking cock, Wilcox did a decent enough job to get the Boss off in time. He swallowed all of it, just as the Chairman instructed him. 

The truth was that Stanford had been with men years before, but it had caused an expensive divorce that scared him off and made him fear blackmail. He had hurried to give his ex what she wanted, because he didn't want the facts to be presented in court. He feared that he would be labeled gay. He had since buried himself in work, not bothering to date people of either sexes. 

Meanwhile, Gavin had cum in Tabitha's pussy, filling her with his cream. She reacted to this experience by squirting, nearly hitting his limp dick as it pulled out of her. She continued to lie down on the bench, with her ass available to everyone. 

Tom Doherty saw his chance, put some of her juices on her pucker, and pushed himself inside her butt. Tabitha didn't know why this man was buggering her, but she eagerly accepted it. He used her bottom ruthlessly, making her grunt with the combination of pleasure and pain.

As for Gavin, he grabbed Natasha, made her get on all fours, and slid into her ass. He had one load left and he determined to use it fucking his main girl. She thoroughly enjoyed her Master's cock in her butt, hoping that he would empty a great load in her tush. Every thrust drove her closer to cumming and she made a point of milking his dick, so he would come close to when she did.

Kate Doherty had let man after man take both of her holes, not resisting a single one of them. She obeyed Gavin's command to the letter, convinced that this would help her sex life. She was committed to loosening up, so that she could be happier and a good wife for Tom. She had decided that she wanted to be her husband's slut, doing whatever he told her.

Consequently, when Everett Jones shoved his dick up her pussy, Kate welcomed him enthusiastically. She even bucked her hips to meet his strokes. She hoped that he would cum in her cunt too. It didn't take much for him to do so, as he was already turned on by the sight of so much sex.

Ryan spread Stanford's cheeks and slammed his cock up the other man's ass. Wilcox had not anticipated this, but Godwin had overheard his conversation with the Chairman and seized the chance to bugger the treasurer. After fucking a couple of eager women, he wanted to try something different and he figured that this would also put the man in his place. 

"Damn, that hurts!" Stanford groaned.

"So, what?" Ryan retorted, as he sodomized the CFO.

"Please, go easier!" Wilcox pleaded.

"I don't think so," Godwin callously replied.

After banging Stanford's butt for several minutes, Ryan shot his spunk into the man's rear entrance. Wilcox felt sore, but there was little that he could do about it. Godwin laughed, wiped off his cock, and left his superior to recover from the anal assault.

Jones went over to Tabitha's mouth and made her suck it clean, while Tom took her anal cherry. Stanford's daughter was hardly complaining, though. In fact, she delighted in the DP that was happening to her. She deep-throated her father's boss, gladly taking his full width inside her mouth. 

Kate, in the meantime, wanted to have someone massage her sore and leaking asshole. She got a brilliant idea and carried it out, putting her butt in front of Natasha. The offer was irresistible, just as Mrs. Doherty had hoped it would be. Gavin's secretary put her tongue on the crack of the woman's ass. She began to rim her, hungrily running her taste buds between Kate's buns. 




Enough Bickering! Ch. 03



You wanted to try a woman, eh? That's very pleasing to see. Just be sure to return the favor. As soon as possible, get into a 69 with her and sample her pussy. You'll love it. 

When Kate's butt was recovered enough, she followed Gavin's guidance and put herself on her back. She positioned her face beneath Natasha's cunt and stuck her tongue into the secretary's sex. The assistant eagerly repaid her with her own mouth. Of course, this was a lot of excitement for the lady to process and she finally came on Mrs. Doherty's tongue.

The taste of girl-cum made Kate climax in turn, causing the next phase in the chain reaction. The noise of both women's orgasms forced Gavin to expend the last of his seed into Natasha's bottom.

By the time that Tom and Everett also shot their loads and Tabitha came yet again, the whole room smelled of sweaty, exhausted, naked people. Everyone had enjoyed themselves, however. Not even Stanford regretted this orgy, although he thought that Ryan had been a little too rough with him.

As everybody went home, they knew that the guidelines were a thing of the past. Gavin had successfully undermined the rules. No one would even think of suing for sexual harassment and the company would operate far more efficiently than most of its competitors. Everyone would be happy, instead of sexually frustrated. If someone wanted to fuck someone else, all that they would have to do is go for it. 

Gavin and Natasha laughed as they headed back to his place, fully clothed by this point. They both looked forward to the next Monday, so see how differently people would behave after the orgy.