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Business is Business

By: mtnman2003



It’s amazing how situations occur in one’s life. I have been in business for myself for the majority of my life developing residential and commercial real estate projects around the country. It has provided many highs and lows over the years. Either real estate is good to you, or can strip you of profits and net worth because of the circumstances beyond your control. I continue to play the game. 

My latest project requires me to secure financing from any available source possible. Since it requires a quick closing transaction, I returned to known broker sources that have worked with me in the past. Shirley, a mortgage broker, has been successful in raising funds on several projects in the past. Proven brokers are the life blood of my funding needs. A single lady, she shares her home with her mom and they run their mortgage business together. Shirley is the boss. Jane, her mom, is a vibrant 60-years of age. I have noticed that both have taken very good care of their “temples”. By that term for their bodies, you should realize they are a very religious pair. Exercise is an important part of their life. And it shows!

Shirley is an amazing lady. She is 42, an aggressive, take charge, no bullshit kind of business person. I like her way of doing business. Straight forward, she says what she means. If you are told something by her, you can damn well expect it to happen. Diligent, good at her job, and a delightful lady, I have enjoyed our relationship over many months. Being in the same metropolitan market, we have met on several occasions to conduct business. She is definitely pleasing to look at. About 5’8” tall, probably 140 lbs, she dresses well and carries herself with a cock sure attitude that exudes confidence.

I appreciate a physically larger lady. I am 6’6” tall, push the scales at 260 lbs on a bad day, and also exercise often. I have been fortunate, I have a personal gym as an off building on my homestead. My morning routine starts with 4-miles on the treadmill or roadwork, followed by 3-circuits on the weights, and either a dip in the pool or hot-tub. I usually start all this early, about 5:30 am so I can finish by start of the business day. On occasion, I have been later due to conference calls or meetings that will delay my exercise routine. But, as many exercise enthusiasts know, the body will require it to be completed to feel good. 

Many times over the past year, I have teased Shirley about us getting in bed together, a reference to our business relationship. I have referred to us getting married, referring to the long term relationship we have developed. Each time, she has let these references slide off her casually. She has asked if I like our relationship. At our ages I tell her, any additional outside relationship is appreciated. She has scoffed at this type of play. “Behave yourself,” she continues to tell me. Comments like “What would the wife think?” or “You’re so bad!” are offered. I offer to give her references, but have not provided any yet.

But she calls often to discuss where we are on any given transaction. Self employed people understand the hour of the day does not matter. It may be early morning while she is still in bed, or late evening as well she calls. I have wondered many times about her real interest in anything outside of work. I have created vivid images of her, and the things we could do. Still, not a single real overture has been made on either side. She has referenced her religion on numerous occasions. Given her devout Christianity, I have essentially written any sexual encounter as a very low probability. Over the past month, our discussions have taken an interesting turn. Once business was finished, we talked about life, families, interests, hobbies, and more. A lot has been shared, and more continues to be at all kinds of hours. If we have not talked, one or the other will call just to smooth out the jitters, or jokingly, smooth out with drawl symptoms because of our talking addiction.

Over the past 2-weeks, I have submitted an offer on a large local project that she has brokered for me. Paperwork, phone calls, appraisals, documentation all have been required in mass quantities. My admin assistant Vickee has been on vacation for the past 2-weeks, and most of the work of office administration has been left to me. As a result, Shirley has been offering to do most of the copies, obtain information from my attorney, and run all over the countryside to make the deal happen. She will make substantial fees with close of the transaction, and it is in her best interest to assist where possible.

This past Monday while completing my workout regimen, my driveway gate monitor buzzed. Viewing my security monitors, I found Shirley and Jane at my gate. Shirley was bringing a counter offer from my counterpart to the transaction for my review. I expected her, but later in the day. It was barely 7:00 am. Surprised, I let her pass, telling her to come to the gym instead of the house. I was not really ready to see anyone, after 4-miles of jogging, and another 30-minutes in the weight room, I am sure I was not the most aromatic person you would want to be around. Within just minutes, she was approaching me in the weight room. My tank soaked with sweat, my brow towel wet, and my body dripping from all pores, I welcomed her.  

“Hi babe,” I offered. “I was just thinking about you, and broke out in a hot sweat,” I continued. She just laughed. She continued to look at my sweaty torso.

“I could make you do that for real hon,” quipped Shirley. “My but you are a hairy one,” she continued. She crossed the aisle, handed me a set of papers, and moved back to the bench across from me.

“What can I say?” I asked. “I just eat, grow older, and my body does all its’ own stuff,” I told her as I started a quick review of the documents she provided.

She sat down on the sit-up bench. I sat over my weight machine seat, legs spread, feet flat on the floor. My shorts, riding up my thighs, showed all leg, but hid my private parts from view. She continued to watch me.

“You look good,” she said. “With business attire, you look good, but I can not tell definition like I see now,” she finished. I stood, lifting one foot to the seat. Standing, without thinking, I leaned down, threw my arm across my thigh as we continued our discussion. With my leg up on the seat, my other foot on the floor, I was giving Shirley an open, unintentional view of my crotch. My cock peeked his head from down under my briefs and shorts, allowing her to see. Her eyes diverted directly to my cock. Oblivious, I continued to talk business.

“Ok, so what does the counteroffer change,” I asked? 

“We are a ways apart on the cost of the land,” Shirley volunteered. “You need to review his counter, assess what you can afford, and get back to him,” she continued. I did not notice her gaze.

“The rest of the deal is acceptable,” she said. “It’s really big,” she said huskily.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked as I glanced up from the documents.

Glancing up at me, she licked her lips. “You don’t know do you?” she flatly said. 

“Know what? Am I missing something?” I asked.

“Let me show you,” she said. Standing, she crossed to me. Reaching my side, she turned to look at the documents. I was intently looking at the documents, fully absorbed in anticipating some paragraph or line item to be addressed.

I nearly jumped out of my shorts. Shirley had reached and grabbed the head of my flaccid cock dangling below my shorts. “Fuck!” I screeched. Startled, I literally pushed her hand down, off my cock. “What are you doing?”

She stood there, looking at me. I noticed her face was flushed. “I,” she stammered. Seconds passed quickly. Shirley just looked into my eyes. “I’m sorry! I,” again she stammered out her words.

She stepped back, dropping her gaze to my shorts. My cock, with a mind of his own, had tented my shorts. I moved to conceal my engorged cock from view. Shirley’s breathing got my attention. Was this the circumstance I was wishing for? Was she ready to play? Should I make a move to make this woman my sex toy? All these thoughts were running through my brain at more than 100 mph. I reached to my cock, and stroked it through my shorts, purposefully, slowly, with each stroke measured to give Shirley the full intent of my need. As I stroked back to my body, my shorts rode up quickly, allowing the head and several inches of cock to display for her view. Frozen in place, Shirley watched, the slow masturbation of my cock mesmerizing her thoughts. No movement, no verbalizations, no nothing. Shirley stood quietly, stoically, watching every stroke of my cock. He grew larger, his head expanding before her eyes.

“It’s been so long,” she whispered quietly. “Oh my God,” she continued. Her gaze never faltered. She still did not move.

I pulled my shorts tight against my body, showing as much of my cock as I could. My fingers now wrapped around firm flesh. I pumped him slowly, pushing outwards, pushing the skin into wrinkles and letting it slide beneath my fingers. I pulled him upwards, pointing his head toward her, allowing her to look directly into his slit. I pumped softly, deliberately. I wanted her to make the next move.

Her left hand quivered, moving torturously slow, extending toward my cock. “Shirley, touch me,” I whispered. “Stroke my cock,” I continued softly.

Reaching my cock, her fingers danced lightly on the top of its’ head. Lightly, ever so softly, she caressed just the top of my cock. Her hand slid forward, moving toward the base. I removed my hand, allowing my cock to jump upwards under her touch. Her hand stretched to enclose my cock, her fingers and thumb wrapping around, reaching downwards, softly feeling the massive size of my cock. She stroked back toward the head. Her fingers tightened. Quietly, silently, our movements, our moment moved forward. Her right hand clenched, opened, and lay flatly on her hip. She stepped to me. Looking upwards, her lips parted slightly. I could see her tongue caressing her lips.

My hands reached to her, reaching the sides of her head on her ears. Slowly, gently, I pulled her face to me. My tongue moistened my lips. Deliberately, I moved to her, gently touching my lips to hers. My tongue snaked quickly out, feeling her lips, searching for her tongue to meet, dance, and play with. Our kiss, gentle, lasted many seconds. I sucked in her breath. Her left hand continued to stroke my cock. Her right hand brushed up her body, crossed over her breasts, and clenched tightly on her breast bone as I continued to kiss her. Our kiss lingered.

Shirley pulled back. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered. Her left hand reached below my cock, grabbed a handful of my balls. Her knees buckled slightly. “Oh God,” she whispered again. She reached back to my cock. Wrapping her hand around the underside, she lifted his head upwards. She leaned quickly, her tongue touching the slit. A guttural groan escaped her lips. Her breath rushed out. She sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. Her right hand now reached to my ass, pulling me forward. Her left hand pumped my cock, milking any precum in the pipes to her waiting mouth. She sucked hard.

Pulling back for a second she whispered “You taste salty!”

A frenzy started, she quickly, deliberately, and with abandon sucked my cock into her mouth. Groaning, deep guttural groans, continued. She attacked my cock. Inch by inch disappeared down her soft throat. She was good. It took several strokes, but he lodged deep into her mouth and throat. She drove him deeper. My hands, resting on her back, now moved. One hand landed on the back of her head, the other around her side to her hanging tits. I massaged her tit roughly as I started fucking her face. I impaled her hard on my cock, driving fast and deep into her mouth and throat. As I pulled back, I could see my saliva soaked cock glisten, her lips stretch to hold my cock deep, and I drove deep again. I started quick, hard thrusts into her mouth. She sucked harder.

“Do you want me to cum Baby?” I asked. “Do you want me to cum?” I groaned. 

Shirley groaned loud, shaking her head yes as best as she could. My eyes closed, my hips began movement on their own. My cock brain took charge. I hammered her face, driving inch after inch deep into her mouth and throat. Retreating, I started again. I squeezed her tit hard, pulling at the bra covered nipple while holding her head stable. I fucked her face hard. She continued to grunt and pull my body tight against her face. My balls began to fill, a demon desire overtook all control of my thoughts, I was only there to fuck her face, to fill her with my cum. My cock grew so big, it began to throb. Her teeth were raking the skin, leaving streaks up and down my cock. Both hands intertwined themselves in her hair. I pulled her face down on my lap. All 9 ½ inches were completely buried, balls deep into her mouth and throat. I was concerned about her breathing. Lust filled me, I needed to cum. I slammed deep again. My body froze, my balls erupted, I shot load after load of hot cum into her mouth and throat. Her vacuum mouth sucked me dry. Not a drip of cum escaped her lips. As she pulled off my deflating cock, a wicked grin covered her face. Her eyes had a faraway look, a woman possessed. She held my cock tightly in her hands. Her hands milked more cum from my body.

“I want more cum,” she growled deeply. “Do me, lick my cunt Baby,” she said. 

She scrambled back to the sit-up bench. Sitting on the length of the bench, she raised up, pulled down her pants and panties. Lifting a leg, she pulled the clothes from her body. Ignoring the other leg, her clothes fell to the floor around the other foot. I dropped my shorts and brief, kicking them off. I was dressed in my running shoes, socks, and soaked tank top. She laid back of the bench, ruffled the hair on her mound, and dipped two fingertips into the folds of her cunt. Gathering fluids, she quickly brought her fingers to her lips. Sucking each finger individually, she looked to me.

“Now! I need you to suck me now! Make me cum!,” she growled again. Flexing her butt cheeks, she bounced her ass up and down in small jerks. I moved between her legs quickly. Even more quickly, I leaned to her cunt, grabbed her clit with me teeth, and began flicking her nub back and forth. I sucked it hard. I wanted to rip it from her body. I wanted to suck it dry, to give my new bitch an orgasm that would make her do me whenever I needed her. I sucked her clit harder. I jammed two fingers deep into her folds, finding her hole, I pushed forward, pounding them deep into her body.

“Oh shit,” she screamed. Her body thrashed. Her hips arched high above the bench. I grabbed her hips with my free hand. I held on for dear life. I sucked her clit even harder. I flicked it back and forth with my tongue, pressing it hard against the inside of my teeth. My cock chubbed.

Stopping, standing abruptly, I walked around her body, straddling her head with my legs. My balls hung down over her lips. I took my soft cock, placed in on her lips. They parted quickly. She sucked a drop of cum from the tip. Inhaling, her head rose up and sucked me down her throat again. I leaned down, laying on her body. My mouth dropped to her clit. I sucked it back in my mouth. My hands reached around under her ass, up between her legs. One hand found her hole, inserting two fingertips. A third popped into her ass to its’ first knuckle. Her body responded like a bomb went off. A muffled scream emanated from deep within. I sucked her clit harder again.

Her body thrashed, arched, driving me onward. I focused only on making her cum. I needed to drive her body beyond rational thought. I needed her body to explode with an orgasm, to feel the power of my tongue, to focus only on her body’s needs. Pulling her legs up beneath my arms, I had total access to her cunt and ass. I licked her full length. I drove my tongue deep into her hole. Rising up, I watched as I flattened her labia, spreading them wide, exposing her clit and hole for my view. My tongue reached out, gently touching her clit. It snaked its’ way to her hole, rapidly entering and retreating from her body. I stuck my thumb into her hole. With excessive force, I pushed my thumb deep into her hole. I hammered my hand in and out quickly. I leaned to her clit, grasping it between my teeth. I held firmly, running my tongue back and forth over it as fast as I could. Her body arched repeatedly. Pulling off my cock, I could hear her breathing, or lack thereof. Grunting, she would hold her breath, arch, and repeat.

“Yes Baby, right there! she huskily whispered. “Suck me! Oh yes,” her voice trailed off. Her body arched, holding up off the bench. She drove her cunt into my face. I sucked faster, flicking my tongue over her clit. Holding her breath, her hips jammed upwards, quivering, fast humps bounced my mouth around. She sucked my cock deep into her mouth as she came hard. Juices were pouring out of her body, down her thighs, reaching the crack of her ass. She whimpered, making noises in her throat and body. I slowed my sucking, allowing her to absorb her orgasm.

“Stick it in me! Stick it in me,” she repeated. 

Dismounting her, I moved down between her legs, sitting upright on the bench. Lying there with her legs over mine, I grabbed my cock, running its head up and down her slit. I let it slap her clit. Her body jumped, so I used my cock to slap her clit again. 

“Fuck me! I need your cock,” she said.

I walked my ass forward two inches. The head of my cock now penetrated her hole, just the head entered. Using quick humps from my hips, I popped in and out of her cunt. Raising her head up, she glared at me. I knew play time was over. Grabbing her ankles, I raised her legs up, pushing her legs up beside her stomach and chest. My cock entered her body swiftly. Breath escaped her body like I had punched her in the gut.

“Oh fuck yes Baby!, she screamed. “That’s is, fuck me with your fuck stick!,” she growled. Balancing our bodies, I started to pump my hard cock deep into her tight cunt. Her body rolled up to allow deep penetration. I buried my cock balls deep into her tight cunt.

“It’s been 4-years since I have been fucked,” she whispered to me. “Make me cum on your cock! Fuck me slow and deep!, she moaned to me. I ground my pelvic bone against hers, driving even more cock into her body. I leaned to kiss her gently, licking her lips, tasting her sweetness. Our tongues played. I slowly started long strokes, withdrawing almost completely out of her body, and then plunging slowly back into the depths of her body. Our bodies made noises, my cock slipping up and out, and plunging back in. Slowly, gently, my cock penetrated her depths. Her hand slipped down between our bodies. She began masturbating her clit as my cock stroked in and out of her. Within several minutes, her body tensed, froze, and began to convulse under me. She made herself cum again. Now my cock was stroking her clit with each deep thrust. She grinned, and hugged me tightly. 

“Thank you Baby,” she whispered. “Now, cum for me. Fill me with your cum,” she finished. “Yes Baby, fuck me hard!”.

I started pounding her flesh. I hammered her, drove my cock deep into her cunt. I arched high, drove downwards, burying myself deep in her body. Faster, deeper, I drove my cock hard over and over into her receptive hole. All the while, she moaned, groaned, and ground her body back against each thrust, meeting each with lustful abandon. 

“I’m cumming,” I shouted at her. I continued to hammer her cunt. My balls erupted, sending cum along the tubes, out the length of my cock, and filling her hole. Spurt, after spurt, filled her body. As my orgasm subsided, I relaxed on her body, releasing her legs. She wrapped them around my body, pulling my hips tightly against her. Perspiration covered our bodies. We relaxed, allowing our bodies and minds to absorb the warmth, the glow achieved during our lovemaking. I kissed her softly.


Business is Business



Denise watched as the timer on the treadmill counted down the last few seconds of her workout. She loved these early morning workouts with the other mothers from the school parent's council. It fit nicely between dropping the kids off at school and the hectic schedule of the day's activities.

Just as Denise stopped, and wiped the sweat from her brow with a towel, Mrs. Jones commented, "Denise, I hate you! How can you look like that after three kids? I only have two and I'm ten pounds heavier than I should be. Look at all those guys over there. They drool all over themselves watching you," Indicating several men who were obviously watching every move Denise made.

"Oh don't exaggerate; they probably couldn't handle a real woman." Denise replied, as if she could care less. 

"Well if we all had your looks, Denise, maybe we could afford the same attitude." Mrs. Carter interjected, raising laughter from the ladies all around.

Denise smiled, managed a pretend blush, and said, "Well, ladies I'm late for the dentist's office. I'll see you all later. Bye." 

As she walked away the ladies commented among themselves that given a second chance at life they wanted to come back as Denise Wilson. 

The dentist's office didn't open until eight-thirty, it was now eight and Denise tapped lightly at the dentist's private entrance to the building. Dr. Mark Denon opened the door and invited her in with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Once inside, while mouthing the 'good morning, how have you been' nonsense, Denise begins to strip off the tube top and sports bra she is wearing, stoops to remove her shorts and thong in one motion, and places them neatly on the dentist's desk. She then takes a position bent over at the waist, with her elbows on the desk, feet spread just a little more than shoulder width apart.

Moving into position behind Denise, Dr. Denon drops his trousers around his ankles and places one hand on Denise's hip, the other holds his erect penis, firmly shaking it before placing it at the opening to her vagina, pushing forward, meeting a slight hesitation, then fully penetrating her. He begins to stroke in and out, placing his free hand on her other hip, he closes his eyes and relishes the opportunity to fuck the most wonderful woman he had ever met, certainly the most beautiful in the small town of Cave Springs.

"God, Denise, I really do like having you after your workout. It makes it so much better, if that's possible." Dr. Denon says, grunting between thrusts.

"You really know how to compliment a woman, Mark." She responds.

As they finish up, and Denise is cleaning herself, Dr. Denon asks her if the school fund raiser is still on for that evening. She explained that it was, and then remembered that they were supposed to go for drinks afterwards. "Oh, that's right Dan and I are supposed to come over for drinks at your place tonight, aren't we?" She remembered.

"Yeah, Mary has everything planned out. She's really excited you guys are coming over."

"Well, I'll give her a call and let her know we are looking forward to it." Denise promises. "See you later."

Back outside she rushes to her car, speeds toward home and a hot shower. Tuesdays are always a rush she thinks. In the shower she remembers how after marrying Dan they moved to his home town to live. It wasn't so bad except that everyone knew everyone else and privacy was nonexistent. Denise had grown up being the center of attention. She learned early how to deal with a lack of privacy. 

Her husband loved the fact that every man wanted and lusted for his lovely wife. He believed that she was a true trophy and relished everyone's envy. But Dan only made enough money to be 'moderately well off'. This wasn't good enough for Denise so she took matters into her own hands. If all those guys lust after me, she thought, they can damn well pay for it. And pay they did. Dr. Denon was the first, when the kids would go in for check ups, he would make passes at Denise. Later she would make an offer he couldn't refuse. That was a year ago, now she stopped by every Tuesday after her morning workout. The families were still good friends and the business was great.

Having cleaned up, Denise was off for the weekly grocery shopping. She always stopped at the butcher's shop last, so she began her shopping at the cost-cutter store at the edge of town. Grabbing a cart at the entrance, she waves to the box boy that watches approvingly as she walks into the produce section. Looking up from the vegetables she sees a neighbor lady approaching with her twin freckle faced boys in tow. 

"Hi, Mrs. Wilson. How are you?" She beams.

"Why, Mrs. Denon, I was just going to call you about our get-together tonight. You must be reading my mind." Denise says.

"Oh, Mrs. Wilson, we are so excited to have you all over. Mark just admires your husband, Dan." Mrs. Denon admits.

"Oh, you're too sweet."

"Well, we'll see you tonight."

"Bye."

Denise wondered if Mark ever slept with his wife anymore, she wasn't attractive at all. Perhaps she was before, but not that you could tell. 

Denise moved along the aisle and into the canned goods section. Needing to reach something on the top shelf she stretched as far as she could but just lacked the reach to get at the box. "Damn box stores." She muttered. 

Seeing her consternation a box boy hurried to her side and offered his assistance. She fawned all over him as he retrieved the box, made the necessary selection and replaced it for her. The box boy was in heaven. To have spoken with Mrs. Wilson was a triumph; to have helped her was an honor few could brag of. He wandered back to his work, smiling with that 'I just saw an angel' look on his face.

On through the check-out Denise felt the admiring eyes follow her every move. Denise was, however, use to it. She was comfortable with the attention. At the door, as she was leaving, the manager, a portly middle aged unmarried gentleman, made a veiled pass at her. She was polite, but refused his overtures. She had decided that only married 'pillars of the community' types would be invited into her 'business', as she called it.

Completing all her shopping but the butcher's shop, Denise pulled into the open space in front of the meat-cutter's little shop. Walking in she is greeted by several of the ladies who had only started shopping there after seeing Denise shop there so often. At one time Tim, the butcher, had considered closing up shop and going into truck driving as a profession. That was before Denise came in that first time last year and things turned around.

"Hello everyone." Denise says with a smile and a wink.

A chorus of greeting and admiration flooded over her as she glided into the middle of the adoring throng. Moving to the display cases she peruses the display as Tim deals with each customer in turn, until Denise is the last one remaining. Smiling, Tim invites Denise into the back room to see the new 'special cuts' he has saved for her, asking the young clerk to watch the store momentarily. 

In the back room Denise strips and bends over the large stainless steel preparation table, leans on her elbows, and spreads her legs a little more than shoulder width apart. Tim drops his trousers around his ankles and begins to press his penis into Denise from behind.

"God, Denise I can't thank you enough for all the business you bring in." Tim says.

"Oh yes you can." She quickly responds, "You can pay me." She continues, chuckling.

Tim picks up the pace, his rotund belly preventing him from watching the last inch of his penis as it disappears into her beautiful heart shaped ass. Tim was reminded of the time she refused to lay down and face him as they had sex. She said it was too personal that way, and this was just business. Just business, he thought, I couldn't possibly get close to her if it weren't for her business arrangement. What a wonderful woman she was. Just as he was beginning his orgasm, he accidentally let slip, "I love you Denise." "Damn it Tim. I told you we can't continue if you persist in this affection for me. I'm a married woman and you are a happily married man. What would happen if this got out? We would be ruined, along with our families." Denise said sternly. 

She remembered the first time she had had sex with him. It was a horrible experience. He mauled her with his big meaty hands and kept trying to kiss her. It was because of him that she instituted the standing, rear entry method for her business. Just being naked with some of these guys was enough to be paid for, but they wanted sex and that was the deal she had made with each of them. None had any idea that there were others. Each thought of themselves as her chosen 'business associate'. 

Denise cleaned up and left with her special cut of meat, returning home to stock the pantry. 

After a short rest and a quick rinse in the shower to rid her of the lingering smell of the butcher's shop, she calls the hair dresser to make sure of her appointment later. She had to keep the up the appearance of the perfect little wife. She did enjoy it all, the constant attention and adoration. She wanted to bask in the limelight as long as she could and if she could get paid for it, so much the better.

She arrived at the hair dresser's shop just as the mayor's wife was finishing up. They made pleasant talk for a moment, and then Gloria, the hair dresser, ushered Denise into her cubicle to start the make over. Gloria was a divorcee, who ended up with her husband's money, the house and her own business. Denise admired her for her independence. But the men of the town were afraid of an independent 'man eater' type and stayed away. 

As she began to work on Denise's hair she observed the irony that here were the two most polar opposite females in town; the most adored and the most reviled. She chuckled out loud as she thought it.

"What's so funny?" Denise asked.

"Oh, I was just thinking about how the two of us are so different." She bemused.

"And you think that's funny?"

"No. Just ironic, I mean, here you are the most desired woman in town, and me the most repellant." Gloria explained.

"You're kidding of course. You are very attractive and a successful business woman. What else would a man want?" Denise inquired.

"Denise, I don't know if you keep up with current events, but the men of this town won't be caught in the same parking lot with me." She moaned.

"Is it that bad Gloria?" Denise asked incredulously. "Worse. I can't get laid if I offer to pay for it." She says rather petulantly.

Gloria finished rinsing Denise's hair, wrapped a towel around her head and asked her to move to the designer's chair. Denise did as she was asked, and as she sat she asked Gloria, "Have you ever thought of paying for it? I mean sex that is."

"Every day honey, every day." Gloria says with a sigh. 

She begins to comb the snags out of Denise's wet hair and reminisces about the loves lost and found over the years. Denise listens to her stories and 'oh' and 'ahs' from time to time to keep the conversation going. Then Gloria says something that intrigues her immensely. As Gloria was recounting her days in college she admitted to an affair with her room mate. "Just once or twice a month" she admitted. Denise was struck with the opportunity this represented. As a business woman she realized an opportunity when she saw one. However, Gloria wasn't married, which had been a requirement up to now. Mulling over the situation as Gloria finished her masterpiece; Denise decided that she would make an offer she couldn't refuse. 

Gloria pulled the cape from around Denise's neck with flair and said, "Ta daa. You're beautiful, if I do say so myself."

Denise admired the hair in the mirror for a moment, then smiles and says, "You're an artist Gloria," And makes a mock smooch to her friend's cheek. "How much are you going to charge me for all this beauty?"

"You couldn't afford it if I charged you what its worth, so just pay the usual and we're even." Gloria says laughing.

Denise noticed then that Gloria wasn't unattractive; she looked middle aged and well proportioned. I think I'll have to adjust the rules for her she thought. "Gloria, did you enjoy your room mate, I mean, did you like it with another woman?" She asks.

"Well, at the time I loved it. Guys were such pigs, they just wanted to maul you over, fuck you, and then go eat. A girl needs more sometimes, I think."

"You said earlier you were willing to pay for sex, would you pay for sex with a woman?" Denise asks very cautiously.

Gloria, unsure where this question was leading, not expecting to be propositioned by the loveliest woman in town, hemmed and hawed before answering rather hesitantly, "I suppose I would...With the right woman of course."

"Of course, with the right woman." Denise agreed. She paused before looking into Gloria's eyes, then said, "If I offered to make love to you would you offer me money?"

Gloria faltered; she was visibly shaken and had trouble gaining control of her composure. The months of living without sex, of wishing for a partner, of the repelling manner of the men in town had taken their toll. Here, the most wonderful, beautiful, most adored woman in town was asking to make love to her. Never mind it was for money. The sanctity of the moment resounded in her head, her heart, and her soul. "Yes, I'd love to." Was all she could muster to say.

"Good! I'm free on Wednesdays, is that good for you?"

"Oh, yes, of course." Gloria says, finally gaining a measure of control.

"Tomorrow at ten, OK?"

"Wonderful." Was all Gloria could say.

Denise left satisfied with her hair and her shrewd business sense. Tomorrow would be a ground breaking event in her new, expanded business opportunity. 

It was time to pick up the kids from school and take them to soccer practice. She waited in line at the school with the other soccer moms making notes for her self on a scratch pad she kept in her purse. Several of the other ladies had gathered around her and were discussing that mindless gossip that passes for civil conversation. As they fawn over her fresh hair they begin to maneuver their way next to her, the position of honor for the lucky mom that could say she was 'with Denise today' at school. The school bell rings and ends the women jostling about. Loading up the kids, and a few of the neighbor's kids to boot, she makes her way to the soccer field. God! I could use a cup of coffee, she thought.

While the girls and boys took turns changing into their soccer clothes in the van, Denise talked to the other moms and dads gathered there about. Curtis Logan was the town's recreation director. It was his responsibility to ensure all went well with the various activities in the sports park. Soccer, however, had become his pet project. It hadn't always been that way. Mrs. Wilson had encouraged him to promote the sport last year, and it had just blossomed into the favorite pastime of the community.

As the kids arranged themselves with their teams, the adults perched themselves in the bleachers, mindful of the proximity of Denise Wilson. The men ogled her; the women emulated her stately manners.

Curtis Logan informed Denise that the new uniforms had just arrived for the teams and wondered if she could help in distributing them.

"Of course, Curtis. I'd love to. Can we go see them?" She asked.

"Sure. Let's go." He said. And they moved off to the park's office, the lone building behind the sports fields.

Inside, Denise strips off her clothes, leans over the desk on her elbows, and spreads her feet a little more than shoulder width apart. Curtis is a very well built man and is hung like a horse as well. If any of her customers came close to giving her satisfaction, it was Curtis Logan. Very carefully he places the head of his penis at the opening of her vagina, presses forward slightly, and then retracts a little, before pushing forward again, a little further. Allowing the natural lubrication to flow over his male member, he adjusts a little, then stabs forward with more force than Denise expected. She cries out as he hesitates for a moment before he plunges the full length of his massive tool into her warm folds.

With abandon he pounds away at her wonderful female form spread before him. Surreptitiously, he moves his right hand down to cup a breast, and kneads the tender areole perched there on the pink mound of succulent flesh.

"Damn it, Curtis, uh, uh, I, uh, told you, uh, no extras." Denise warned him as he persisted to massage her breast.

"I'm sorry, Denise, I just had to." Curtis admits as he begins coming. 

They finish, and as Denise cleans up she says, "I ought to cut you off for taking liberties like that Curtis."

"Hell, I'd pay extra if you would let me." He responded.

"Not a chance, bud. Any way I should charge you extra for that monster cock of yours. Some day you're gonna hurt me with that thing. Then it'll be over for good."

"Oh don't be that way. Hell, I love what you do for me. It makes my love life better at home too." Curtis begged, and then added, "Monica says 'hi' by the way. She wants us all to go to a play they are putting on at the old Bijou theater downtown."

Denise, ever the accommodating professional says, "I know Dan would love it. Tell Monica I'll call her tomorrow to make plans. OK?"

"OK. See ya."

Practice was just breaking up as she walked back to the soccer field. Everyone wanted to know what the new uniforms looked like, and when they could see them. "Great," "Soon," she explained without really explaining. Tuesdays were rough.

At home that night Dan was preparing to accompany his lovely wife to the fund raiser and to the Denon's for drinks, when he observed his wife gently anointing herself at her dressing table. "You look good enough to eat." He says attempting to ingratiate himself with her. He moves up behind her and reaches for her firm round breasts, feeling them through the sheer fabric of her dressing gown. 

"Down boy. I didn't sit in the beauty shop all day just so you could mess it up." She quips.

"Oh, honey, just a little?" He pleads.

"Well, I guess I could be talked into a little fellatio if you promise not to mess the hair."

"Deal." He says as he drops his shorts, pumps his penis to full mast, and pokes it into her face.

Denise reaches for his meaty penis, and as she adjusts her position in the chair, she says, "You can be so romantic, sometimes." Then takes him into her mouth, pumping with her hand as her mouth works the entire length of the shaft. She then begins flicking the tip with her tongue, before again swallowing the entire length of his stiff meat. 

A few more strokes and Dan is convulsing to orgasm. God she's good, he thinks. "Oh, Oh, Oh." He grunts as he blows his seed into the back of her waiting throat. "Thanks, honey, I needed that one." He gasps.

"Better get ready." She admonishes.

At the fund raiser the room was packed. Denise was the auctioneer for the items donated to the school for the event. The event was something of a social occasion and the whole town looked to be present. As the last item was sold it was time to wrap things up. The school Principal, Tom Parks, came to the microphone and announced that they had achieved a new school fund raising record. The crowd was ecstatic. So was Denise, she had made a promise to the Principal that the auction would be better than selling candy, and now she had been vindicated. Maybe now he would be less stand-offish and she could make a business pitch to him. Another time, perhaps, not just now, she thought.

Arriving at the Denon's home, Dan and Denise had to park a block from the house and walk back due to the number of people that had accepted invitations to the party.

"I don't know what happened," Mary Denon said, shaking her head as she met them at the door, "I don't usually have this many show up at our get togethers."




Business is Business



"Oh, I think its fun to have so many friends here." Denise chimed in.

It seemed that everyone had been invited. Mary had wanted a large turnout; she relished the attention she received when she just happened to mention that the Wilsons were coming. She was the envy of every woman in the town. Her coup-de-grace was that she had made the event a social gathering rather than a true party, this way she could mingle with Denise as much as she wanted to. Her party, her home, and her rules she thought.

The men stood where they could watch Denise's movements. She seemed to be so poised that even a misstep or a slip was dismissed as an anomaly. She was just the perfect woman and Dan was her husband. This fact apparently wasn't the main factor for the men behaving themselves, their wives were. As the men told the same old jokes and jockeyed for better positions from which to watch her, the women were all wishing they had her hair, her skin, her tight firm thighs, the breasts which seemed to defy gravity. How was she able to appear so poised all the time? It was the secret every woman would die to know, and they all hovered around her in anticipation that she might let slip the secret at any moment. 

Time to go home Denise thought. The crowd was disappointed, and followed the Wilsons out the door and to their cars, much as a herd of sheep follow the Shepard. "Goodnight, all." Denise smiled and waved as they departed.

Mark and Mary Denon were very proud and satisfied that the party was a big success. 

"We'll have to have the Wilsons over again." Mary sighed. 

"Absolutely." Mark said. "I'm bushed, let's go to bed, honey, I've got something I think you might like to share." 

"Oh, Mark, you're so bad." Mary remarked, grabbing him by the front of his pants and leading him away. Things sure had been good between them the last year, or so she thought, as she turned the lights down low.

At the gym the next morning the buzz was about the party at the Denon's house. 

"Denise was absolutely beautiful." One woman commented. 

"I hear they may have another party next week." Still another remarked.

"If Denise is there, I would love go too. She is such a nice person; I've known her for awhile now." The first woman added.

"Oh! There she is." A third observes, as the entire gym takes in her style, grace and her fluid movements as she begins her workout.

The girls were chatty this morning and just overwhelmed Denise with questions about the party. Who was there, who did she talk to; the word was that Mary Denon was an entertainment expert and should be appreciated for her efforts. 

All through the morning workout Denise was distracted by thoughts of her new customer, Gloria. She found herself getting excited about the appointment later that day. Funny, she thought I've never gotten excited before. Then again, she was her first woman customer, some excitement was due. Denise finished the workout, said good bye to the girls, and headed for home and the shower.

In the hot shower, the water coursing down her back, she found herself rubbing her clit with her finger extended into the velvety opening of her vagina. Placing one hand on the shower wall to support herself, she begins in earnest to masturbate herself to climax, the whole while, a vision of Gloria plays through her mind over, and over again. Coming in violent pulses, she gasps out loud, "Uh...oh god!"

Trembling, she finishes the shower with a smile and a piqued interest in what was happening to her. Was she gay? Was she losing it? Who cared, she thought, its exciting nonetheless.

Nine-thirty came, and Denise was already to go. She had pulled on a one piece stretch tube that covered her from just above her breasts to just below her mid thigh. She was pulling into the beauty shop parking lot when she glimpsed Gloria in the window for a moment, before disappearing just as quickly. Denise parked the car, stepped up to the door, entered the empty waiting room of the shop and said, "Hello. Is anyone here?"

"Come on back Denise." Gloria shouted from the back room. "I'm back here."

Denise walked into the back room that appeared to be a storage room, but had a chaise lounge along one wall. "Oooh, I like this." She commented admiringly.

"Make your self comfortable while I lock the front door." Gloria offered.

Gloria moved past her on the way to lock the door, but stopped as Denise placed a hand on her arm, turned her slightly, and placed a kiss ever so gently on her lips. Gloria paused before continuing, then with a sly curl of a smile, went to secure the door.

Denise decided to wait for Gloria to return before undressing. As Gloria returned, she seemed tense and a little hesitant. Denise remarked that maybe they should agree on compensation before they progressed. 

Gloria nodded the affirmative and asked, "How much would you like for making love to me?" 

Denise just smiled and said, "If I was going to love you it would be free. But, as we are entering a business arrangement, I expect that fifty dollars would be sufficient for me to entertain you."

"Fifty dollars?" Gloria said, "Wha...what do you do for fifty dollars?"

"Let's start with you undressing, then I'll show you what you get, OK?"

"OK." Gloria said as she began to undress. 

Denise helped her undress, caressing her from time to time, admiring the form of a mature woman. When Gloria was fully unclothed, Denise pinched the hem of her tube with two fingers on either side and pulled it slowly over her head, exposing herself fully to Gloria's wondering eyes. 

Gloria gasped as Denise exposed her wonderful female form to her. Lust built up inside her and motivated her to place a hand gently upon Denise's bare breast, while mouthing a small "Oh," in astonishment.

Denise pulled her to the chaise and began to massage the large breasts that hung like wine botas from Gloria's chest. Sensually, she moved into position to press her full form on top of Gloria's, probing her tongue between her lips as her hands caressed her cheeks. Denise was inspired. She began to administer every technique she had ever enjoyed as a woman to Gloria. 

Gloria was enraptured; she had never been so totally consumed by a lover. Denise was wonderful as she applied one loving caress after another. Gloria moaned approvingly even as she was being kissed, tongued. Then Denise slid down, slowly, methodically, to place her face between her thighs, her tiny pink tongue darting out to make contact with Gloria's clit. Placing one finger, then two inside the rapidly moistening vagina, Denise began to kiss gently the clitoris and stroke her fingers simultaneously. 

The tender kisses were different than the way a man does it, men are coarse and rough. This was as if an angel's wings were brushing across her clit. "Oh, god!" She cried out as the first wave of orgasm crushed over her. She grabbed Denise's head with both hands and thrust her pelvis into her face repeatedly. Jerking up off the chaise, she begins to cry out loud as she comes exquisitely on the tongue of her new lover, her new sexual partner, her 'business partner'.

They both lay gently kissing, cuddling, and nibbling one another as the glow of Gloria's euphoria was enjoyed at length, as only two women can appreciate. 

Gloria is the first to speak. "Fifty bucks? God, I'd pay anything for that again."

"Anything?" Denise asks.

"Sure...You have no idea what you just did for me honey."

"Well, if it was that good, maybe you could share a little of the wealth." Denise said with a devious grin.

Gloria smiled, moved into position, and in moments had Denise shaking with the first wave of her orgasm. 

Denise thought as she cleaned up, I sure like Wednesdays.

Remembering that she was supposed to call Monica Logan, Curtis' wife, concerning the play at the Bijou, Denise went home and called Mrs. Logan. Monica Logan was the drama teacher at the high school and once a year she would hostess a play for the community. In order to accommodate the large crowds the production was at the old Bijou Theater, mostly unused, it was perfect for such occasions.

While talking to Monica, Denise came up with a grand idea; she could arrange to pass out the soccer uniforms and, just maybe, she could get the Principal to assist her, then the opportunity to do a little business might present itself. She explained that she would like to pass out the uniforms before the play, and Monica agreed it would be ideal, as she had some cleaning up and stage work to complete anyway. They agreed to meet before the play.

Next, Denise called the Principal to assure his attendance and a commitment to help. He indicated that he could hardly deny her after the fantastic fund raising results. Everything was set. 

Thursday afternoon was upon Denise before she had expected it. She had visited the Mayor and two City Councilmen to conduct business in the morning, the dog had to get his shots at the veterinarian's, the Vet was also a customer, Thursday was rapidly becoming a busy day. 

Finally, Denise was able to clean up and go to the Bijou. Monica was already there, working on the lights, curtains and the stage equipment. 

"Hi." Monica shouted as Denise drove up.

"Hi, yourself." Denise responds. "I see that Curtis dropped off the uniforms." Indicating several large boxes arranged in the foyer.

It was about three hours before the play was to begin, and about thirty minutes before the time the kids would be expected to begin picking up their uniforms. Denise took a quick accounting of what was where and had just arranged everything when the Principal, Tom Parks, arrived. She greeted him warmly, causing him to blush a rosy hue of crimson. She explained what she needed help with and set him up with a clipboard and pen. As she described what was in each box, she would deliberately lean over so that he had an unobstructed view down her blouse. She could see him stare, and then fidget with his pants, before looking again. Denise realized he was close to a deal and he didn't even know it. 

The kids came and went, the operation was a success, and Denise pawed and patted and complimented Mr. Parks for his invaluable assistance. People were now arriving for the play, and they removed the remaining uniforms to the back stage area of the Bijou.  

As the last box was stacked, Denise commented, "I don't know what I would have done without your help today."

Mr. Parks blushed again and remarked, "It was all my pleasure."

"Was it really?" Denise asked. "How much pleasure can a man derive from such efforts?" She continued.

"Well...Uh...I just enjoyed you – your company – so much." He stuttered.

"Gosh, you enjoyed my company? What would you do for a little ol' kiss?" She inquired as sexily as she could manage, moving close to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

A shudder raced through his spine. He wanted to respond, but the words didn't come. He was stricken stiff as a board.

Denise smiled, moved close to him and brushed her lips across his, breathing a soft, warm, sweet breath into his nostrils, gently caressing his cheek with one hand, while teasing the inside of his trouser leg with the other. "Would you like to spend a little more time with me?" She asks through a whisper into his ear.

Mr. Parks begins shaking uncontrollably. His flesh became pallid and sweaty. He couldn't respond to her. He convulses forward, into her and as he does she feels his penis jerk against her hand several times as his trouser leg becomes wet with semen. He had prematurely ejaculated into his trousers, as now the spasms lessened in their intensity.

Mr. Parks turned red with embarrassment, dropped his eyes, and brought a hand to his brow to shade his discomfort from Mr. Wilson's sight. "Oh god...I am so sorry." He manages finally.

"There, there, Mr. Parks. I think it was very flattering." Denise said in an understanding tone. "Here, let me clean you up." She offers. And without hesitation, she drops his trousers, pulls his flaccid penis out, and swallows it. Denise begins to manipulate him back to rigidity. Within seconds, Mr. Parks is fully erect and slowly thrusting back and forth into Mrs. Wilson's face. She begins to swallow his penis and simultaneously extends her tongue to flick the bottom of his ball sack. He's never experienced such magnificent sexual stimulation before in his life and soon he is coming again in violent convulsing spasms. As his seed splashes against the back of her throat, Denise fights back the gag impulse. She has never swallowed anyone so deeply before, certainly not while trying to swallow his semen. 

This has been a week for breaking her rules, she thought. As Mr. Parks pulled up his trousers, Denise asks him if he had enjoyed their little escapade. 

"Oh, my." He said, "I've never had such wonderful sex. My wife thinks its dirty and hasn't let me touch her in years." 

"You poor, poor man. We'll have to do something about that, wont we?"

"What do you mean, Mrs. Wilson?" Mr. Parks says confused.

"Well, if you like what I do for you, we could get together once a week to continue our relationship." Denise says, rather business like.

"Oh my! I would love to but what about our spouses? What will we tell them?" He asks.

"Nothing. We say nothing to them this will be our little secret, OK?" 

"Well, OK, but..." He begins before being cut off.

"No buts, Mr. Parks. It has to be this way, or not at all." She interjects.

"OK." He says as they walk through the dusky, dim back room, to the stairs leading to the theater. 

"By the way, Mr. Parks, from now on, no more fellatio, just intercourse, and its fifty bucks a visit, OK?" 

"Oh, OK, I guess." He squeaks as they enter the theater, find their seats, and enjoy the play.

On Fridays, Denise volunteers with the other ladies to read to the lower grade kids at school. Denise rotated these readings between the three classes that she had kids in. To day it was Mr. Simon's kindergarten class. Denise had been very careful about approaching Mr. Simon because his wife was one of her parent's council buddies and seemed to be very possessive and jealous of him. Jealous wives seem to know too much about their husband's proclivities.

Mr. Simon greeted Denise as she came into the classroom, introduced her to the class again as today's reader, and allowed her to take control of the class. He removed himself to the back of the room, took a seat, and listened as she began to read in her melodious voice. She is so wonderful with the kids, I wonder if she is as wonderful as a lover, he thought, imagining her laying beneath him as he pressed his male organ into her succulent flesh, feeling his penis growing in his pants, he rubs it lightly, continuing to dream of Denise Wilson under his pressing flesh.

Just then, he hears the kids giggle, and opens his eyes to see the entire class looking at him. He blushes as he hears Mrs. Wilson explain that the reading period was finished and the lunch bell would soon be sounding.

"G...Good." He says, shakily, "Let's give Mrs. Wilson a big round of applause, class."

As the kids clapped their approval the lunch bell sounded, saved by the bell he thought. The kids lined up for lunch and Mrs. Wilson asked him if he would eat lunch with her. "Oh, of course, Mrs. Wilson." He accepted.

In the lunch room Denise sat at a table next to her youngest child and awaited the arrival of Mr. Simon. She had saved a seat next to her for him. He sat next to her and said how wonderful it was that she had devoted the time to the class. She just smiled and winked at him. He was still embarrassed, it seemed, from the incident in class. She thought it was cute, he thought it humiliating.

"How's your wife, Mr. Simon, I haven't seen her for the last couple of days, is she alright?" Denise asks,

"Oh, her mother is ill and she is helping out for a few weeks 'till things get better." He says.

"Oh, that's too bad, for both of you." Denise says with a smirk.

"How's that, Mrs. Wilson?" 

"Well, who's taking care of you?" She says in a pouting, baby doll manner.

"I...Well...Uh, no one, really." He stutters, visibly blushing.

"Maybe I could help out. While she's out of town that is." Denise offered.

"That would be terrific." He agreed. "Tonight at eight, then?"

"Oh no, I have a family, too. Let's make it five at the library." She countered.

"The library? Sure." He accepted.

The library was a dark, lonesome building at the edge of the downtown district that was dead after three o'clock. Denise would invariably stop by here every Friday to drop off and pick up books for the kids to read on the weekends. Ushering the kids into the children's reading room, she watches intently for Mr. Simon to arrive. Just as he walks into the library Denise asks one of the librarians to watch the kids while she searches for a book in the upstairs stacks. Accepting her charges, the librarian smiles as she wonders just how nice Mrs. Wilson was to let her watch her kids. What a wonderful person she is, the librarian thought.

Denise moves to the stairs and watches as Mr. Simon follows at a safe distance. At the top of the stairs she finds a private study room, enters and waits for Mr. Simon to follow her inside. As he moves through the door, she smells the aroma of fine male musk mixed with cologne. She is intoxicated by the smell, but instantly shakes her head, remembering she was here for business, not pleasure.

Closing the door and locking the door knob, she turns to face him just as he grabs her and forces a kiss on her lips that both surprises her and bowls her backward into the table. She pulls away and pushes him back saying, "Whoa boy, down. We're here to have fun, but not that kind of fun."

"What do you mean?" He asks swallowing hard and panting.

"I mean, you have to behave yourself or no deal"

"Deal, what do you mean deal?"

"I mean if you want this body you pay to play and you play by the rules."

"Pay? Play? Whatever do you mean" Mr. Simon says confused.

Denise explains, "I will allow you to have intercourse with me for fifty dollars, only while we stand and you hold me by the hips only."

"You...You're a prostitute?"

"Not exactly, I am a business woman, a mother and a good friend of your wife. I will, for a price allow you to relieve yourself using my body. If this is acceptable to you we have a deal, if not good evening and good bye." She countered.

"Holy shit! Does your husband know about this?" He says exasperated.

"No! And he won't find out, just as your wife won't find out if we don't say anything."

"This is very interesting." Mr. Simon says, rubbing his chin in thought. "Why can't we just go over to my place and discuss this in more detail." He asks.

"Because the rules are that we do it my way or no way Mr. Simon. Understand?" 

"Not good enough. I want you on your back in my bed with soft music playing in the background." He insisted. 

Oh god, she thought, I've done it now. How am I going to extricate myself from this predicament, she wondered, her mind racing. Then she realized he was just full of hot air, but dangerous if alone while sexually stimulated, just like all men. "OK, but not now, I have the kids with me. How about tomorrow night, late, say midnight?" She offers as sincerely as she can muster.

"Fine, it's a date, my place at midnight." He says and grabs the back of her head, crushes his lips into hers and forces his tongue into her mouth. "Tomorrow." He says, much too confidently.

Where did all that bravado come from, she wondered. How did she lose control of this man? Was she losing her power over the male of the species? She was shaken and knew she couldn't show up at his place without a plan to defuse the arrangement. She grabbed the kids, went home and began to plan ways to deal with this terrible turn of events.




Business is Business



Denise couldn't sleep, she tossed and turned, until the thought of Gloria crept into her mind. How she wished that Gloria was here to talk to. She would know what to do with an asshole like Mr. Simon. Sitting straight up in bed, she said out loud, "That's it!" Dan wakes momentarily, she pats him and tells him "its ok, honey, go to sleep." She gets up and calls Gloria. 

"Good god, do you know what time it is?" Gloria says into the phone, "Who is this?"

"It's me, Denise. Gloria, wake up. I need to talk."

Without giving her all the facts, Denise explains that Mr. Simon has duped her into a situation that she doesn't want to be part of. And that he expects her to be at his place at midnight for sex, or else. 

"Ha, I wish I had your problems, Denise, men don't threaten me, I threaten them." Gloria chuckled.

"Be serious, Gloria, I'm in a real fix here."

"I know, Denise, I know. And I have the perfect solution." Gloria says confidently, "Here's what we do...."

Anxiety didn't describe the anguish Denise felt the whole day, Saturday. She fidgeted and was totally consumed by the plan that Gloria had concocted. It was brilliant, but would it work? Could she pull it off? By the evening she was exhausted from the stress of the constant worry. Then the phone rang. It was Mr. Simon reminding her of their date that evening. She was incensed, angry that he would violate her sanctum sanctorum, her home. She steeled her nerves, and resolved to end this tonight.

At eleven thirty Dan was fast asleep and Denise slipped out, started her car and made her way, slowly to Mr. Simon's house. She parked two houses down so as not to be conspicuous, walked up to the front door, and knocked softly. Mr. Simon opened the door wearing a big grin and a smoking jacket, little else.

"Hi, glad you're on time, I've been expecting you." He says.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." She returned with equal sarcasm.

With a furrow of the brow wondering what she meant by the comment, he invites her in to the living room, motioning to a wine glass on the table and says, "Have a drink, to us, a beginning," Holding his glass in a toast.

"Mmm, this is good." Denise coos, then asks, "Where's the bedroom?"

"Top of the stairs, on the right." He says eagerly.

Let me freshen up and I'll be right there." She says in her best fuck-me voice.

"There's the wash room, I'll just wait upstairs for you." He says pointing, dazed that it was going so well. Damn this is going to be one hell of a fuck, he thought.

Denise turns the water on in the sink, peers out the door, up the stairs to make sure he couldn't see her, then goes to the front door and lets Gloria in, informing her where the bedroom was, she sneaks back, turns the water off and climbs the stairs to the bedroom door. Pushing it open, she pulls her blouse over her head, holding it in front of her breasts she modestly unfastens the bra and reaches with her free hand to the light switch and switches it off.

Denise moves across the room to the bed, reaches forward and feels first one leg then the other, moving up his torso, she feels his bare flesh as it quivers under her touch. She breathes heavily into his waiting mouth and says, "I almost couldn't wait. I had to have you. Now just lie back and enjoy." Denise begins to lick his nipples and draws tiny little circles with her tongue on his chest and stomach, finally, moving down to his erect penis. He was well endowed she thought. Maybe that's where he got his confidence from, she imagined. 

She took his penis into her mouth and with a swirling motion of her tongue began to circle the tip with teasing licks from underneath the head to the crown, and then with a thrust, she stroked her hand the full length of his prick. She placed the tip of it in her mouth and very sensuously presses forward until the head was hitting the back of her throat, she gagged, pulled off and coughed, "I'm sorry-gasp-gurrg, I'll be right back." As she got up and went to the rest room, coughed, hacked, and then silently returned to the room.

Mr. Simon smiled as she gagged on his huge male member; he relished the opportunity to gag the most desirable woman in town.

He closed his eyes as she began to swallow his cock again, this time she was much less tender and caring, she was much rougher and it excited him greatly. He was fighting off an orgasm, knowing he wanted this night to last. Just as he tried to pull away from her grip, he noticed her large sagging breasts drag across his thighs. He wondered, what had happened to her firm taught breasts when flashes of light blinded him over and over again. "What the fuck!" He yelled. "Who are you? What are you doing to me?" 

"Well, honey, I'm Gloria and I'm gonna fuck your lights out." She says as she maneuvers up to place his penis at the opening of her vagina. Flash, Flash goes the camera that Denise is holding, recording the very sordid affair Mr. Simon is having with the Hair Dresser. 

"Oh shit." Is all he can say.

"Honey, as I understand you like to treat little girls rough. Just how much do you like it rough yourself?" Gloria asked as she began to plunge his swollen penis in and out of her pussy. 

"Damn," He says, "You guys are gonna get it for this." 

"We're already getting it, honey; you had better shut up and listen while Denise explains the rules again to you." Gloria warns him.

Denise begins, saying, "Mr. Simon, you will be required to service us at regular intervals agreed upon by Gloria and myself. You will pay for this opportunity as we see fit. If you break any of our rules, these pictures will be published in the local paper with an admission by Gloria that you two had a torrid love affair behind the back of your doting wife. Do you understand?"

Realizing he was beaten, He just shook his head in the affirmative. And resigned to get what he could from these two women. Besides, this Gloria woman was pretty good at what she was doing. He liked the strong controlling type; it made him feel inferior and vulnerable. Damn, this was getting hot, he thought. This could be a great arrangement.

Denise, feeling somewhat vindicated, moved to the bed, straddled his face and allowed him to lick her clitoris to orgasm, taking a picture or two along the way. As the three of them sucked and fucked the night away, the bond between Denise and Gloria was solidified in a most profound way, Denise just looked into her friend's eyes and said, "Thank you." 

Gloria kissed her friend and continued to stroke her new man-meat that Denise had provided her. Thinking how wonderful a person Denise was, she smiled that crooked little smile and came over and over again.

Several weeks had past and Denise returned to her hectic schedule. She had as many customers as she thought she could handle, Gloria had even joined in her weekly meetings on Friday after school with Mr. Simon, it just seemed fair and prudent. 

Denise met Gloria and they drove together to Mr. Simon's home, parking down the street to avoid prying eyes they slipped into the house by the back door. Mrs. Simon had a brand new massage and tanning salon appointment at 4 o'clock every Friday, a gift from her loving husband, and would be away for at least an hour. 

Mr. Simon met them and avoided their gaze as they chirped a greeting coming through the door. Gloria had relished these rendezvous' with Denise and Mr. Simon, she had Denise on Wednesdays but she had both on Friday, and that fulfilled her needs as nothing had ever done in the past.

Denise strips off the tube top and sports bra she is wearing, stoops to remove her shorts and thong in one motion, and places them neatly on the bureau next to the bed. She then takes a position sitting on the bed propped up against the head board, legs spread wide. Gloria slid naked onto the bed and began to flick her tongue against Denise's clitoris. Mr. Simon moved to the foot of the bed and performed the same actions to Gloria's fully exposed womanhood.

After several minutes of foreplay the trio rearranges themselves so that Denise is on her hands and knees, while Gloria is on her back under Denise in a 69 position. Mr. Simon, fully erect, moves up behind Denise and presses his erection into her vagina and begins stroking in and out. Gloria in concert with Mr. Simon as she continues to kiss and lick Denise's clit. Rapidly achieving her orgasm, Denise presses back against Mr. Simon while pushing down again against Gloria forcefully extending the euphoria she has attained. 

Mr. Simon is next, the combined effects of vagina and tongue have the expected result of massive ejaculation. He thrusts wantonly into the sexual cauldron that is displayed before him over and over again. Subsiding, he slows, jerking to a complete halt and falls depleted to the bed.

"Not so fast big boy." Denise states flatly, "You owe Gloria an Orgasm."

Smiling, he says, "Give me a minute."

"You don't have a minute." She retorts, as she moves to hover over him and takes her middle finger, wipes it against her swollen vagina gathering a good amount of vaginal excretion and sperm, then plunging it into his anus. She begins to manipulate his prostate with practiced strokes as Gloria wiggles her way under him, grasping his fleshy manhood and stroking it back to life. 

"Oh god." He gasps as the manipulations to his sex organ have its desired effect.

Denise continues to stroke his prostate as He thrusts forward into Gloria's waiting sex. Grinding up to meet his thrusts she quickly takes advantage of his stiffening meat and works feverishly to achieve a climax that has been building from the moment Denise had picked her up that evening. 

In a crescendo of eruptions Gloria explodes into orgasm screaming, "Fuck me, god, fuck me."

Later, as they dressed, Mr. Simon asks Denise if she took on new clients by referral. Denise looked sideways at him and wondered who he could be referring.

After a few moments, she answered him, "I suppose if he was married and the good citizen type I might be interested."

"Well how about tomorrow night then?" he asked.

"Gloria are you available?" Denise asks her friend.

"Sorry hon, I've got tickets to Denver this weekend." Gloria explains.

Mr. Simon sees the concern on Denise's face and quickly interjects, "Oh, Denise, you don't need to concern yourself anymore, I'm OK with our arrangement, if you are. I just thought you and my friend could help each other, just as we do."

Thinking he might be right Denise relents and accepts his offer, "OK, tomorrow then."

The women depart and just as they start their car they see Mrs. Simon returning home. Looking at one another they begin to laugh as they drive away.

Saturdays were tough to get away from the family commitments for Denise, and this week it was even tougher. Dan had plans and couldn't watch the kids so she had to call every baby sitter in town before she had one that was free. Finally, she had everything arranged so she could get to Mr. Simon's house for the introduction to the new prospect. 

Just as before, she parked down the street and walked up to the back door, walked in and greeted a very excited Mr. Simon.

"Hi." He says, "I'm so glad you're here he's about to have a fit in there."

Denise asks, "Who is he?"

"Denise, he wants to remain anonymous if it's OK with you. I haven't told him who you are either for that matter. He wants to wear a mask initially, at least until he's comfortable." Mr. Simon explains to her.

"A mask, why a mask?" She asks confused.

"He's very well connected in town and thinks this could come back to hurt him, as you might imagine." Mr. Simon answered.

"Hmm," She says intrigued. "This is getting interesting."

"He's in the guest bedroom waiting for you."

"OK, but I want a mask also." She insisted.

Mr. Simon retrieved a scarf from his wife's wardrobe and after cutting eye holes, placed it on Denise securing it firmly. "There." He said, "You're indescribable."

With a giggle Denise mounts the stairs with an eagerness she seldom experienced. At the door to the bed room she halts, listens, and moves tentatively through the doorway into a pitch black oblivion. She senses a presence, but does not speak. She moves to the bed slowly and feels her way onto the foot of it. Someone shifts on the bed and makes a nervous guttural throat sound as if trying to clear something without making any noise.

Denise peels her few clothes off, turns to her secret lover and feels the shape of his torso from just below his chest to his hips. Lingering for a moment, she allows a small giggle before reaching for his man-flesh which was partly erect already, no doubt from the anticipation. She breathes in his scent as she places his penis into her mouth and begins to fellate him. Kneading his thighs, as she strokes him with her mouth, she maneuvers herself between his legs and notices his testicles were large and round, just like her husband's were. Yum, she thought, as she licked them and fondled them, gently rolling them between her fingers.

Denise had him fully erect, but wanted to close the sale if she could so she continued to tenderly administer loving attention to his engorged penis. In moments he was bucking against her throat signaling the impending orgasm building in his loins. In large spurts he empties his semen into her suckling mouth with a shudder, moaning his release.

As Denise continued to suck the last few drops of semen from him, she was instantly aware that he was not softening. What a bonus, she thought, and wasted no time moving up to position herself above his still erect penis. As she pressed downward, he placed his hands, palm down, on her thighs placing his thumbs on either side of her vaginal lips, pulling them gently apart. She pressed more firmly, achieving a modest penetration, withdrawing slightly before pressing herself fully onto his man-mast. 

Denise begins to rock back and forth, rolling her pelvis to match his thrusts. She leans forward and listens to the staccato of his breathing. The constant tempo of the thrusts and breathing spins a web of sensual detachment and she feels herself begin to warm all over. Her spine tingles; a glow begins building inside of her stomach, increasing to encompass her entire torso. She utters funny little sounds, sounds that find their way to her mind, as if uttered by someone else. She is enraptured by this unknown lover's secret needs. 

She continues to thrust and roll to his staccato breath, focusing intently on just the warm glow that now permeates her entire body, she builds towards her climax carefully, surely. Denise is lost in rapture for the first time with a customer, she doesn't allow this thought to enter her mind, but she is aware that this stranger has her on the edge of a razor thin line between lust and love. A disquieting thought that can't be allowed, not until she has completed what she has determined she needs,,, wants,,, desires to happen. 

Just as he reaches for her breasts, and begins to fondle them, she feels the wave rush over her. She clutches him close and pounds her pelvis into his as his swollen member splits her unmercifully, all in rhythm to the staccato breath of her secret lover. 

Crying out through clenched teeth, "GOD." Denise comes as she has never come before. It continues as she attempts to keep stroking his flesh deep inside her, trying in vain to keep the orgasm from subsiding, she begins to sob quietly.

He rolls her over without withdrawing from her and begins to work on his second orgasm. Within minutes he is jerking violently to a climax as he blows his seed into her soft warm belly.

The secret lovers hover just above unconsciousness for several minutes as the euphoria subsides and their passion begins to fade. Denise is unconcerned that she has actually made 'Love' with a business associate, she's earned this one she thought as she smiles.

Abruptly, and without ceremony, the lights were turned on blinding both lovers. Squinting, Denise sees Mr. Simon standing in the doorway. 

He announces, "My wife will return soon, you two had better be off."

"OK." Both lovers stated simultaneously.

With a giggle Denise looks closely at her lover as he glimpses her. 

"Holy shit!" Denise exclaims, "Dan?"

"Denise. What the fuck are you..." He gasps.

Laughing in the doorway, Mr. Simon is red faced and doubled over at the waist, pointing at the two lovers with astounded looks on their faces, saying, "Boy. You two are for the books. I haven't had this much fun since I first fucked Denise myself."

"Fucked Denise?" Dan said with a quizzical look.

"Hell yes, me and half the town I would guess." 

"Mr. Simon shut up. Don't listen Dan, I can explain everything." Denise attempted to defend herself.

"Yeah, Dan, ask her how she and her friend make me pay to fuck them for their jollies, while you sit at home with the kids."

"Denise. I think you owe me an explanation."

Denise began to explain the entire business arrangement she had made with the men of the town, and Gloria her hairdresser. She sobbed for the first few minutes, asking for a glass of water, then remembering that Mrs. Simons was to return.

"Don't worry; I've made arrangements for her to be gone all night. Please continue." Mr. Simon said.

Denise explained the entire business plan, down to the last detail, even her insistence that her business partners perform sex while she stood bent over. 

This point caught Dan's attention, "You did it standing?"

"Yes."

"Always?"

"Yes. Except for a few times when I was just starting out, and sometimes with Mr. Simon, because Gloria was with me and I felt safe." Denise added.

"But you didn't tonight."

"No. I can't explain it. It was different when you insisted on anonymity."

"Continue." Dan said with a furrowed brow and pursed lips.

"I don't know what else to say."

"Do you enjoy it when you are with Mr. Simon?"

"No, I mean yes, oh I don't know what to say."

"Say how much you love me while you've been fucking other men." Dan raised his voice perceptibly.

"I do love you so, Dan. This is just a business."

"What we did here tonight was not business, unless you do that for all your customers." He said tersely.

"I have to admit I was excited tonight, Dan. But so were you." Then it dawned on Denise, "Wait a minute... What the fuck were you doing here tonight?"

"I...I was..." Dan stuttered.

"You were what, you fuckin' asshole." Denise said setting her jaw and visibly tensing.

"Hold on you two, there is plenty of blame to go around. Especially since there are two naked lovers in a bed where both have had multiple orgasms, to tell the truth I set this up to get even with you, Denise. But I can see how you were right all along, and I was just being too demanding. I had no idea your business was so extensive, or so lucrative." Mr. Simon interceded.

Denise looked at her naked husband and started laughing. Dan's shoulders slumped; he relaxed and began laughing too. Reaching for his wife he pulls her to him and kisses her as if for the first time. Their passion rekindled, they began to arouse one another. Dan's erection poked her in the belly. Looking down to observe the erect intruder, Denise begins to laugh again as she grasps him and begins oral stimulation once again.

Dan plays with her clitoris between his thumb and forefinger. Denise is spread wide as he places first one then two fingers into her with his other hand. At once they both realize that Mr. Simon was still there with the lights on watching. 

Dan spoke first, "What do we do about him?" motioning toward Mr. Simon standing in the doorway.

"I don't know, what do you think?" Denise says demurely, unsure of the new rules.

"Mr. Simon, turn out the lights and help me finish what you started." Dan said with a smile.




Business is Business



“Good morning,” I whispered into her mouth. “That was the best Monday morning meeting I have had in quite some time,” I continued.

“That was the best Monday morning meeting I have ever had,” she laughed.

From behind us came “That was an incredible Monday morning meeting,” piped Jane. Glancing around our sides, there sat her mom. Half undressed, I believed she had done herself while I fucked her daughter. She continued to stroke her clit.

I kissed Shirley deeply, our tongues playing. Kissing down her neck to her tit, I sucked a nipple into my mouth. She gasprd a quick breath of air. I slowly extricated myself from her cunt. Standing, I turned to face Jane. Her eyes were wide. 

“Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed. Slowly, I moved forward. Reaching Jane, I pulled her face to my flaccid cock.

“Suck me! I said. Her lips parted, she sucked my cock into her mouth.

Business would have to wait.