23 comments/ 107741 views/ 27 favorites CvsN 14: Road Rules By: Tx Tall Tales Chapter 14: Road Rules... A previously unpublished chapter in the story of Jack, and the home he shares with three lovelies. * * * * Travel. * * * * I still hadn't broke the news to everyone that I was traveling this week. It was silly but I was almost afraid to do it. I had so much to do. Get some work done on the business project, and make sure the team had guidance for the week. Handle some more house paperwork, and work on the new addition. 101 other chores around the house. Have a heart-to-heart with Beth, about her college plans and about Amie. Yet the date was only three days away. I wasn't usually this bad a procrastinator. I got to work earlier than usual, and blustered my way through the issues at hand, and dropping a new code point to the team. I was giving them a big chunk, enough to keep them in catch-up mode though this week and the next. My boss Chris had me in to discuss the upcoming trip twice, piling on the work to make sure all the t's were crossed and i's dotted before we got to Spain. Karen and I found a few minutes to chat, and she was in a much better mood than the day before. I also ran into Joe, and he gave me a little of the 4-1-1 on Cathy's reaction to his 'sleepover'. Definitely hot. I think he was feeling a little proud. At some point in the afternoon, Jim hunted me down for a talk. He wanted to take the end of the week off to do some major demolition and foundation work. I explained the travel situation, and that I would be unavailable until late Saturday. Then I had to tear out and let Karen know the travel details before she found out from Jim. I would have liked a little privacy, but my home life definitely had it's tendrils in my work. She was cool with it, and even invited me to sneak out to the car. We could run an errand like the "good old days", all of 6 weeks ago, and she'd give me a hand-job. It was tempting but the work load was just too hefty, and I had to take a pass. I even called Debbie to let her know I'd be late getting home. I never had any peace and quiet anymore. Not even at work. It was kind of nice to be in the almost empty office around 7:00 pm, and be able to concentrate. I left a little more relaxed, and headed home for a late dinner. Beth met me just inside the door, and as I crossed the threshold Debbie slipped off to the kitchen. Beth seemed a little nervous. We hadn't had a chance to talk about dinner at the parents. After her welcome hug and kiss, she walked with me to the bedroom and chatted as I stripped off the monkey suit, down to a t-shirt and sweats. "The dinner didn't go that bad, did it?" she said, almost hopefully. "No. I could easily imagine it having gotten a lot weirder," I told her. "You did a great job of talking up the Day-Care biz; the parents seem to be a lot cooler about it already." She sat with her legs tucked up, rocking forward and back. "It might have worked for your old man, but I think your mother has other issues on her mind. Like sleeping arrangements." "Yeah. She tried to corner me on that over the dishes. but I held my ground. I even left some wiggle room that I'd be interested if we could find the time, but things are just so hectic." She paused. "What were you guys talking about in the study?" "Someone's college plans." I told her. She blushed. "I probably should have told you about all that. But I didn't know where we stood, and it was all so sudden. I had these deadlines looming over my head, so I just chose GW." "And gave up a spot on the Florida team? Hell, I knew you were a good swimmer, but not that good. That's a tough decision." "It's just, you know, I'm not really a specialist. I'm good at all the strokes, maybe very good at breast, but not really a superstar. At Florida I'd be a great backup to anybody, and a good relay help, but at GW I'll be the big Kahuna. And I can always transfer, if it seems I should." She blurted it out like it was a pre-canned speech. "Whatever, makes you happy." I told her, taking her in my arms for another hug. She was so delightful to hold. "This makes me happy," she purred, snuggling into me. Debbie had my dinner laid out for me, and both the girls sat with me while I ate. I broke the news about the travel that week, which disturbed them a bit, but they seemed to take it well. Much better than I expected. I explained I'd be leaving Wednesday, and returning Saturday. We talked a while longer, and Beth got the latest scoop on the sisters' situation. I was wondering where they were, and found out they'd gone down to watch Jim's dance group practice. While Debbie cleaned up, Beth insisted I pick out my travel clothing, to see if anything needed to go to the cleaners. When we were finished, Debbie showed up with a bottle of wine in hand, but I begged off, needing to work on my customer demo just a little bit more, and headed out to the garage/daycare/office. I was actually de-featuring a bit. I had learned a little along the way, and knew that the Spanish team would be more likely to buy-in, if they felt they had a little more in the game. So I took out a couple of pretty obvious features and options, and would let them suggest them, and embrace the idea. If they missed them, I was sure I could guide them down that path. When I next looked up it was midnight. I shut everything down and headed back to the house. The girls were already sound asleep and I stripped down and slipped between them quickly nodding off myself. (Even in a house full of pretty, even beautiful, willing women, not every night was a mind-blowing sexual thrill.) ---- Tuesday was much like Monday - off to work early, pulling together the final details. A long, hectic day which I couldn't escape from. I got home late again, but Debbie and Beth stayed up with me, giving me a nice little send-off. The only hiccough came when Beth brought up Amie. "I hear Amie was over the other day, before we went to Mom's house," Beth mentioned in passing, while I recovered my strength, well worn out, but not willing to call it quits for the evening. "Yeah, sort of surprised me, I was napping on the couch when she showed up." I confessed. "Is that how she got you to do her? Jumped your bones while you were sleeping?" Beth asked, with a note of irritation in her voice. Ouch. Well, I'd made a mistake, and better to face it than lie about it. "She came on to me like she'd spent the last 5 years in prison. She figured she had to do me if she wanted to work in the Daycare with you guys. Now where would she get that idea?" I asked. Beth blushed now. "That's not what I said!" she exclaimed. "I only hinted that it might be kind of expected - I never told her what to do." "She told me you were cool with it, but I knew it was wrong, and told her so. She still insisted you wanted her too, but I tried to make it clear that I'd have to talk anything like that over with you guys. I mean, really, you two alone are way more than any sane guy can handle, never mind Cathy popping up now and then, or dealing with Karen." I told them. Debbie chimed in. "I don't think we really need anyone else in this bed right now," she said softly. "I don't mind working with her, she seems nice enough, but there's a lot to deal with now." "I agree," I told her quickly. "You don't think she's hot?" Beth asked, "I thought for sure you'd be hounding after her given half a chance." "She's pretty, but not in the same league as you two." I argued, my attentions turning amorous toward young Beth. "I swear I don't want to do anyone but you two. Honestly." Debbie didn't add anymore to the conversation. Her mouth was delightfully full. Beth asked a little more about when the business kicked off, but finally accepted that two beauties in my bed were enough for me. --- The next day was travel day. I went to work as usual, kissing the girls goodbye for the week, and rode in with Karen. Chris and I were leaving from work to catch our flight, but wouldn't leave the office until almost 7:00 pm. I had debated heading home, and leaving from there, but didn't want to leave the car at the airport, especially since Jim had some plans and thought he could use the truck while I was gone. The trip there was uneventful for the most part. The ride out to the airport was nice, Chris and I went over the customer issues, and I told her about the product de-featuring, looking to get them to have some chips in the game. She was excited by the idea, and let me know how happy she was with my work. I let her know that I liked working for her - her hands-off attitude, supporting, but not micro-managing, was great. Then it was a lot of running around the airport, dealing with international travel, a change in gate location, and finally getting aboard. Our seats were a long ways apart, in the cattle car section of the plane, and it was pretty full. I had hoped to have a pretty young thing sitting by me, but what was the chance. No, I got an evangelical preacher, who tried to explain to me the idea of giving to receive. Thank God for headphones. We arrived at dawn in Madrid, and were able to catch a limo in to town to drop off our bags at the hotel. The desk girl was kind enough to find us one empty room to move into immediately, the other wouldn't be ready until after 1:00 pm. We took turns getting ready. I felt a little awkward taking my clothing into the bathroom to clean up and change. Chris went first, cleaning up, and then moving into the bedroom with her gear, while I used the bathroom. She came out wearing the hotel bathrobe, and I still couldn't help myself, wondering what was going on under the rented robe. When I was done, I came out find her standing there in her bra and panties, completing her preparations. She had quite a nice little body, curvaceous and padded, but she hadn't gone to pot. I enjoyed the view. Her ass looked especially tempting in her tight little panties. They weren't quite thongs, but they were a long ways from the daily cotton panties. "I hope you don't mind, but my dress is still in the bathroom. I'm letting the steam take out some of the wrinkles. I don't imagine a guy in your position would be bothered by a little underwear." She told me, her hands over her head working on a curling iron in her hair. I laughed. "I'm sorry Chris, but if your underwear were any littler, I couldn't be held responsible for my actions. I'm just a man." She smiled at me in the mirror. She glanced down at her rather skimpy, matching black lace panties and bra. "Thanks for the warning. I may just have to keep that under consideration." I retrieved my laptop and starting checking email, finding out that hooking up to the internet in Spain was a little more difficult than I was used to. It was good, I needed a distraction so that I just didn't stand there, staring at my boss's nearly nude body. It wasn't long before we were both ready, and downstairs, meeting our hosts. The meetings went over very well. The fact that I was fluent in Spanish turned out to be a big hit with them, in spite of my Latin American accent. They had a bright Captain there who found the biggest hole I'd left in the program within 5 minutes, and he and I were able to hammer out the details of the best way to deal with it. It took some time, and shot most of the morning. At the end, the plan we hit on was a good 90%+ match with the stuff I'd taken out. A home run for me, and it made him a local hero. Brownie points all around. We had a long lunch, in the formal dining area on the military base, then were given an extended tour of the facilities. We talked to a couple of different groups about the plans and were really having a nice time. By five o'clock Chris and I were smiling to each other. These guys were definitely in. They insisted on taking us downtown for Tapas, the classic Spanish never-ending appetizers, and we hit the central square, bouncing from one place to another. One was like a cave underground, with mushrooms and potato omelets, their specialty. Another place was all Bull-fighting with some pretty graphic photos covering the wall. Two of our escorts were giving Chris an inordinate amount of attention, not too surprising since she looked damn fine in her dress, and was the only woman in our group. I realized I'd never seen Chris dressed up before, and she cleaned up nicely. The outfit was a lot dressier than anything she'd wear at home, but she had explained that women dressing to impress was much more acceptable in Europe, southern Europe in particular. The Spanish appeared to be very touchy-feely people, and it seemed someone always had a hand on her, on her arm, her shoulder, her waist, the small of her back. There was a lot of bare flesh showing, and it was often the target of the touching. I was feeling a little lonely for my friends at home. The night was capped off with dinner at El Botin, possibly Madrid's most famous restaurant, one of Hemingway's haunts, and considered by some to be the longest continual restaurant. Goya, we were told, worked there as a busboy. We caught a lot of grief from our hosts for not having the forethought to make an extended visit out of our trip, and Chris found herself promising that when it came time for product test and installation, we'd make an event out of it, staying at least a week and the weekend. It was the only way we were getting back to our hotel before midnight, and we had a 7:50 am flight, which we continually reminded our generous hosts. Chris and I said goodbye to our new friends at around 11:00 pm, with kisses (for Chris) and hugs all around. Feeling more than a little tipsy, I checked in at the desk for my room. Chalk it up to international ignorance. They gave away my room at 10:00 pm when I didn't check in at 3:00, or call in. I argued for a bit, but was assured that nothing was available. The hostess was able to get on the phone and find me a room not too far away. "Forget about it," Chris told me. "We've got a room. We're grown ups. We can share it for the next 6 hours before we have to head to Zaragoza. If you move to another hotel, it'll cost us hours." "Are you sure you don't mind?" I asked her, wondering if she was even drunker than I was. "No problem," she assured me. "Let's go, I have to get out of this outfit." We took the old-fashioned elevator to our room, and she was undressing before the key was out of the door. "God, my feet are killing me," she moaned. "What's with all these Tapas bars having you stand all the time? How can the women here survive in heels all day?" Her shoes were strewn across the entryway, and her dress was tossed on top of the dresser, by the time I closed the door and locked it. I hung up my coat and tie in the closet. I had only brought the one suit. I stepped into the bedroom area and she was spread eagle on the bed. She had found a t-shirt from somewhere and it covered most of her, but the bottom was in line with her hips, and her panties were in full view. "Thank God for air-conditioning," she said, her eyes closed, as she cooled off. Her pose was having the opposite effect on me. I sat on the lone chair, taking off my shoes, socks and pants, then heading back to the closet to hang them up again. I felt a little odd, walking around in my boxers, but I didn't have anything else to wear. I'd only brought the suit, three shirts, and a pair of pants and polo shirt for the flight. I picked up her dress off the dresser, and put it on a hangar as well. "That was a great day," she said, "don't you think?" "Absolutely." "Your idea was brilliant; Perez was like your life-long buddy after you brought him in and agreed to his plan." She said, finally sitting up in bed, and having the decency to pull her shirt down in place before I lost it. "You certainly closed the deal with the Colonel," I reminded her. "I don't think he was ever more than 6 inches from your side." I took up a seat on the chair, hoping my position would hide my erection. The room only had one bed, and it was probably not much bigger than a double. It had seemed bigger earlier. "He was nice enough. A little too physical, but not as bad as Enrico. He made a point of pressing his hard-on up against me half the fucking night." She laughed. Then she was leaning over and rubbing her feet, and I could see the red marks on the sides, toes and heels. She must have been pretty miserable. I stood, figuring that I wasn't going to be able to hide my erection all night, unless I slept in the shower. I walked to the bed, and sat at the foot of it. "Here, let me do that," I told her, taking her foot into my lap, and rubbing her instep and the sides of her foot. She moaned in delight, and laid back again. "You are too good," she told me softly. "It's just a foot rub," I told her with a small laugh. "Mmmm," she answered, placing her other foot in my lap. When she did that, she shifted her other foot, and accidentally rubbed it against my hard-on. "Oops," she said softly. "Sorry." "It's Ok," I told her, rubbing her other foot. It wasn't long until her foot was rubbing me, and not accidentally. She giggled. "Enrico, eat your heart out." I wondered if it was going to go any further, but she seemed to be content enough to let me rub her feet while she rubbed up against me. Chris pulled away after a few minutes, making her way to the bathroom to clean up a bit. I did a quick email check, answering a couple of questions from the office, before I had my turn in the bathroom. I performed my toiletries, and when I came back to the bedroom the lights were down. Chris was in bed, with the covers turned down on my side, and the light on that side was the only illumination. I slid into the bed, and found that I had no choice but to sidle up next to her. "Kind of close quarters," she said softly. "I'm not complaining," I told her softly, and cuddled up against her. She turned to me, and I rolled to my back, allowing her to stretch out against me. She threw a leg over mine, placed her head on my shoulder and reached her arm across my body. She seemed to fit my body perfectly. I waited to say anything, not wanting to spoil the moment. Finally she sighed. "I was wrong to bring you here," she said. "To Spain?" "No, to my bedroom," she answered. "I can't let you have me." Her actions seemed to dictate the opposite. She was toying with my chest, and her thigh was high up on my legs, and as she moved it, it brushed against my erection. She kissed my skin, and her hand slid down my body, coming to rest with my cock deep in her palm. "I'm married, Jack." "I know Chris," I told her. "You are so pretty, and so sexy, and I'm dying to fill you, but I wouldn't ask you to do anything that was wrong." She reached into my boxers, and fished out my cock. Her hand was warm against me. "I can feel your heart pulsing in my hand," she said softly. "Like a hummingbird," I answered. She stroked me. "I could help you with this," she said softly, tugging on my cock, "but I can't let you put it inside me." I leaned in and kissed her softly. "Make me cum for you Chris." She slid down and stroked my cock deftly. She had a wonderful soft but firm touch. My boxers seemed to distract her, and she eventually pulled them off of me. By then I had pulled the single light sheet well back, and watched her. She seemed to be really taken with my dick. "I bet this guy has seen a lot of action," she teased. "Better than average, lately," I admitted. Any further discussion was preempted by her taking the head of my cock into her mouth. Chris was nice. It was a fun blow-job, without the skill of Debbie or Beth, we won't even mention the remarkable Cathy's ability. But she put quite a bit of enthusiasm into it which made up for a lot. And of course there was the factor that this was our first sexual contact, and you know how exciting that can be. She didn't take me too deep, but her hand was a very nice addition. After a few minutes she took a break, stroking me while she caught her breath. CvsN 14: Road Rules "Wow," she said, "I don't think Jerry lasts 60 seconds once I go down on him," she told me. "I'm sorry, but I always take a while. I've never really had a short fuse. I'm not holding back or anything, I'm just enjoying the wonderful job you're doing." I told her, reaching down and stroking her hair. She seemed on the verge of adding something else, but changed her mind, and attacked my cock more aggressively. I could feel myself bouncing off the back of her throat, and both hands were in play, stroking my cock, and playing with my balls, and even a bit lower. A couple of minutes later she was slowing again. "If I could see those magnificent tits of yours, I bet I would come faster," I told her. She sat up and looked at me. Then she was peeling her shirt off. "Ok, but don't try any funny stuff, Ok?" "Of course not," I told her, as the bra was removed. "Is that enough?" she asked, holding her tits up for me. "It will help, but you could help even more," I told her with a smile. "Greedy, boy," she mumbled, but she did peel her panties off for me, and my smile was all the confirmation she needed. She went back to work, and I just watched this pretty, naked woman devour my cock. All the attention I received, plus the bonus view put me over the top within a minute. "Oh God, Chris, I'm going to come for you," I warned her. She tugged at my cock, "Come on my tits," she said salaciously, laying down for me. I straddled her waist, my cock rubbing against her nipples as I stroked myself a few more times. With a groan I exploded, a rope of cum streaming from my cock, across her tits, neck and face. The second and third bursts reached her chin, and after that I poured the last few shots all over her tits. She was giggling after the third shot, and when I finished she got up on her elbows, looking down at her upper body. "Damn! That's a first for me," she giggled, "a girl could drown in that much juice. Do you always come like that?" I had placed my cock between her breasts, and squeezed them together while I eased my semi-hard cock back and forth. "No, but I had a spectacular excuse this time," I told her. "You are so damn sexy, Chris." My cum was dripping down her face, and she scraped it off and rubbed it on her hard nipples. Then she watched my cock head peeking out from between her breasts. She leaned down and licked the head, teasing me. Then she hurriedly scurried out from under me. "God! Are you hard again?" she asked, pulling away. "Getting there." I told her with a smile. "Don't! You are being too bad, Jack! Please don't." Then she leaped out of bed and hit the bathroom. She came back in a couple of minutes cleaned up, with a washcloth for me. I noticed the water on it was cold. She cleaned me up, still enchanted with my stick, but seemingly trying to avoid getting me worked up again. Of course if she wasn't naked, it would have been easier. She started to get dressed, but I stopped her. "Please don't." I said softly. "Jack..." she warned, but she stopped pulling on her panties. "What you did was wonderful, just what I needed. Let's just lay together like this." I told her. "Right." She looked at me with one eye raised. "You're not going to try to seduce me now, are you?" "Not tonight." I told her. "But I'd like to hold you." She reluctantly laid down beside me, turning her back to me. I pulled the covers over us, and cuddled up behind her. She let me place an arm over her and hold her breast. "Jerry is a lucky man," I whispered, nibbling her neck. "Please don't," she said, "don't say his name now." "Ok," I told her, my hand full of her warm breast, her nipple hard in my hand. I laid there, quiet, trying to rest, and hearing her breath slow. My hand started wandering over her body, touching her, and she didn't stop me, occasionally murmuring an enjoyable "Mmm". I was half-asleep, and so was she, when my hand reached the V between her legs. I expected to be rebuffed, but she opened her legs for me, and lifted the top one over mine, rubbing her butt up against my hard-on which had returned. It slid between her crease easily. My fingers slowly opened her, and stroked her gently. I tickled her clit with my thumb, and slid my finger inside of her. "So bad," she murmured softly. I adjusted myself until my cock was between her legs and laying across her swollen cunt lips. I nudged my hips back and forth, rubbing her with my cock, while I massaged her clit. I reached down with my fingers and slid the head of my cock between her lips. She arched her back a bit, giving me more access, and I slid a couple of inches inside her. "Enough Jack. No more," she murmured. It was enough, I stroked the couple of inches into her, while I diddled her clit. She was squirming for me, and pushing hard against my hand. Then I felt it, as she moaned her release for me. I slid my cock deep inside her, rubbing her clit and she had a beautiful little orgasm for me. I pulled out of her, not wanting to push things too far. "I just wanted you to come to," I told her turning her toward me so I could kiss her on the lips. She gave me a warm loving kiss, then turned away, relaxing. The orgasm, long day, and alcohol were catching up to her and she fell asleep in my arms. My hand still held her full tit, but her nipple slowly calmed, and I fell asleep soon after. ==== When I awoke, she was still asleep. I untangled our body parts, and resisted ravishing her. The clock read 6 o'clock, and I knew we had to get up soon. I reached out and played with her tits, until I got her attention. "Time to get up, sleepy head," I told her. Then I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and hit the head. I took a fast shower, and headed back to the bedroom to let her have the bathroom. She was lying in the bed, watching me. "I'm not going to say I'm sorry," I told her. "Me either," she said with a smile, "but you know you were very naughty last night." "I warned you about that minuscule panties and bra." I reminded her, pulling on my boxers. "Yes, you did." Then she climbed out of the bed, still naked, and walked over to her suitcase. She pulled out some of the skimpiest panties I'd seen yet, and a matching bra. She put them on the bed, smiling at me before she disappeared into the bath for 20 minutes. While she was in the bathroom, I called home and managed to chat with Debbie for a bit. Beth wasn't home yet. She asked me about the trip, and I let her know that things were going well. I also let her know how much I was missing her. "No little Spanish girls around?" she asked, teasingly. "There's plenty of them around, but not after hours. I can't wait to be with you again." "Just another day and a half," she reminded me. "I'll try to make Saturday special, if you're not too jet-lagged." "It's a date," I confirmed. Chris and I didn't talk about the previous night anymore, and she was a little more demure as she dressed. But I knew what was under her pretty dress. And I was certain it wasn't an accident that today's underwear was considerably skimpier than yesterday's. I couldn't help but smile when I considered her packing those for the trip. I doubted she wore stuff like that everyday. But then again... ===== Zaragoza was a short meeting. We provided our demo, and discussed the additions from the previous day's meetings. We had to make it brief, since we had a plane to catch back to Madrid. We were out of there by 4:00 pm, ecstatic with our progress. There was no doubt that we had won them over, and we were already talking about add on features. By the time we were back in Madrid, Chris and I were walking on clouds. I could already count the money. "Shall we change, and hit the town?" she asked me. "Sounds like a plan." I didn't bring up getting another room. I was counting on our sharing a bed one more time. I dressed down, into my casual pants and shirt, while she put on something sheer and sexy for the night. I felt under dressed, but was able to appreciate how nice she looked. We had enough time to hit one of the museums. I suggested one of the smaller ones, so that we could save the Prado for our big trip. We settled for the Reina Sofia, enjoying the more modern Spanish art, and of course taking in Picasso's Guernica. We wandered the downtown square, looking at all the outdoor stands, and dined on Tapas, hitting several different places. Chris caught a lot of eyes, and I had to admit I was pretty proud to be her escort and translator. Madrid probably runs all night, but even though our morning flight wasn't until 9:00 am, we called it a night by 11. By then the sexual tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Back in our room, I though things might get awkward. I needn't have worried. Chris removed her dress, shoes and pantyhose. I took off my shoes, shirt and pants. She stood before me, watching me look her over, my excitement readily visible in my shorts. "This outfit small enough for you?" she teased. "You are beautiful." I told her. She laughed at me. "Please. I've seen what you go home to every night." "It doesn't make you one bit less gorgeous and sexy," I told her. "Or can't you tell?" "Is that for me, or just from all the pretty girls that were hitting on you tonight?" She asked with a nod toward my waist. I eased my boxers off, letting my cock stand tall and proud. "100% yours." She walked over to the bed, and laid back on it. I had been a good boy last night. But tonight, I was determined that I was going to fuck my Boss to death. She sat up and removed her bra. Her breasts were open and inviting, the redness of her bra, leaving lines on her skin. I looked up into her eyes, and she smiled, almost shyly. "It was killing me," she said softly. "I hope you don't mind." I followed her onto the bed, down by her legs. I caressed her thighs, then sat up. "Let's get you comfortable," I told her, "it's been a long, hard day." I reached to her waist, and pulled her panties down from the sides. At first she seemed just a bit hesitant, then she brought her legs close enough together to make it easier, and lifted her hips. She was completely naked, and I just looked, taking in the view. Then I climbed up next to her, and turned her face to mine. I lifted my leg over hers, opening her up a bit, and reached my hand out for her far shoulder, my arm draped across her bare tits. "You know, I'm just a man." I told her. "And you are far too beautiful, laying her next to me. I have to have you." She looked at me, her eyes burning, and nodded slightly. "I've thought about this for such a long time," I told her, my hand moving down and caressing her breast. Then I leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss, just gentle lips and a slight brush of the tongue. She moaned under my caress. My leg was sliding up and down her thigh, my foot caressing her calf. My hand was rubbing her breast pleasantly, and I pulled away and captured her near nipple with my mouth, giving it a little tug. Her hips responded as if they were tied to her nipple with a string. I probably should have spent a lot of time in foreplay, but I was hard and horny, and I could smell her need. I climbed between her legs, opening them and got ready to enter her. "Wait!" she said sitting up. I stopped and kneeled up high, my cock sticking straight out. "Oh fuck," she moaned. Then she was crawling forward. "I have to taste you again, just for a second," she said. I smiled and lowered myself to the bed, laying crosswise. She got down to my waist and started playing with my cock. "I'm sorry, but I have to," she told me while she stroked me, entranced. "I've only seen my husband's before," she explained. Then she was licking me. "God, you have a big dick," she told me. She sucked the head for just a second. "Are your really fucking *all* those girls in your house?" She asked, stroking my cock, and looking up at me. "It's kind of a weird relationship," I explained. "Can't be any weirder than the rumors running around the building, half of them coming from Karen and Jim." Then she gave me a few nice sucks. I reached down to play with her ample firm butt cheeks. "Two of them share my bed each night." I told her, giving a small thrust against her mouth. "Wait," she told me again. Then she sat up and straddled my waist, slowly lowering herself onto my cock. "God-DAMN you're big," she groaned, when I still had an inch looking for it's home. She rocked back and forth on me, and finally settled all the way down. She was almost panting. "Ok, now tell me." She started a smooth rocking motion while I gave her some of the details. "So I'm in a sort of committed relationship with two of them," I summarized at the end. "Which two?" she asked. "Debbie and Beth," I told her, nudging her back with my cock. "Debbie's the platinum blonde knockout right?" I nodded. "And Beth was the young one?" Again I confirmed her observation. "Ok, not Karen then." She fucked me for a few seconds, "How did that happen?" "It was them. I had been dating Beth, but really getting nowhere. Then Karen basically dropped Debbie in my lap." I explained. "Mmmm, lucky Debbie! It's a nice lap to get dropped into." She said, riding me a little firmer. "Well, she has a lot of issues, but I'm just crazy about her," I said. "Beth kind of made herself available to me after I was already with Karen and Debbie." "So you are with Karen?" She asked, sounding confused. "No, not really. Karen and Debbie were the original deal, and I started with them, but when Beth entered the picture, she and Debbie worked out that they'd be with me all the time. Karen was only for the occasional play." "Shit, that's really crazy," she gasped, as I held her ass in my hands and thrust into her, while she helped. "What's occasional play?" she asked. "You know, just now and then, no more than twice a week probably." "Shit," she said. "I'm lucky if I get it twice a month, and that's maybe 5 minutes a shot." "Then you're going to get about two months worth tonight," I told her, fucking her a little harder. I was enjoying it, but wanted more. I eased her off of me, put her on her back, and entered her from above. I was able to kiss her, while I stroked her long and deep. "Jack, Jack, Jack," she moaned, "you're killing me Jack." I liked the way my name sounded, coming from her lips. "I don't think you'll die from this," I teased, fucking her a little more forcefully. Her eyes opened wide, as I ground my pelvis into her at the end of each stroke, striving to rub her clit against the top of my cock. "Fuck me hard, Jack," she said to me, her voice rising just a bit, "HARD." I sat up and raised her legs, opening her wide. I put her legs over my shoulders, and pounded her fiercely, my hand reaching down to play with the top of her pussy. I wanted her to come for me. I wanted to watch my pretty little boss come on my cock. She moaned her appreciation, her hands clinging to the bed, the sheets clenched in her hands. I tilted her farther back, leaning over her, and fucking down into her as hard as I could. She cried out as she came for me, but I didn't slow down, fucking the living daylights out of her. She came several times, finally fighting to pull away from me, curled up on her side in a fetal ball, moaning, "No more, no more." But I was still hard as a rock. I pushed her top leg more toward the headboard, exposing her and entered her again, fucking her nice and steady, concentrating on the feel of being inside her tight pussy. She shivered under my touch, and laid there, helpless before my onslaught. When her body relaxed just a bit, I straightened out her bottom leg, and straddled it. I pushed her top leg down, held her hip, and fucked her hard again, getting nice and deep with her exposed so completely. She was moaning loudly, almost crying, when I lifted her top leg, and brought it up my body, her foot over my shoulder. I was able to grab her thigh and pull her against me on each stroke, filling her completely with each long hard poke. I started getting that feeling, knowing I was getting close, and picked up the pace fucking her as fast as I could. She cried out, turning her upper body to look at me, her eyes open wide, her mouth gasping. "Oh shit, oh, oh, OOOOH," she cried, and I could feel her pussy tightening against me, as she came for me again. It was enough to put me over the top, and I slammed deep into her, coming hard, releasing a huge load as far inside her amazing body as I could get. When I came back from the bathroom, she was sound asleep. I curled up against her, and went to sleep myself. I still woke up in the middle of the night, and fucked her from behind, long and leisurely. I was half-asleep, slipping in and out of full consciousness, and have no idea how long it was before I came. I awoke to her mouth on my cock. She sucked me to full hardness and rode me easily. I stretched languidly underneath her, and reached up to play with her nice tits. "We've been bad," she said, but her smile took the sting out of it. "I know," I told her. "When we leave the room, can we put it behind us?" She asked me, stopping her motion. "Nothing in the office?" I asked her. "I think that would be best." She said softly, easing back and forth on my cock. "Believe me, this is harder for me than it is for you." "It is pretty hard, and all for you," I teased her. "Yes," she said smiling. "How about next time we're here." I asked her. "Well, what happens in Spain, stays in Spain, is what I think," she said. "I think I can live with those rules," I told her. She smiled. "Great. Now rock my world one more time, before we have to run." She climbed off of me, got on all fours, and shook that sweet ass at me, her bright pink well used pussy clamoring for more attention. I did my best. =============== I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Jack and the house that lust built. Please vote.