3 comments/ 3744 views/ 1 favorites Arrangements By: naughtyoutlets He glances at her across the car as they speed down the highway. The far off look in her eyes intrigues him, but he doesn't think it appropriate to ask his boss why she's flushed and staring out the window at the horizon. Their trip should only take a few hours; he wiggles a bit in his seat thinking about simply sitting beside her in silence for any given length of time. She's beautiful, but in an intimidating way. Her body is fit and he loves when she wears short sleeves because he can see her toned arms. And when she opts for a skirt at work, her calves make him imagine what it'd be like to have her legs wrapped around his head. Dammit, some days he has to stay seated at his desk for extended periods so his cock will calm down. Her long, dirty blonde curly hair always has this just-been-fucked look, but her confidence and professionalism allows her to simply look beautiful. And her breasts... God, her breasts. He tries to catch glimpses when she bends over her desk or conference table and just a peek of her cleavage gives him material for his morning shower jerk-off, thinking of his dick fucking her tits or shooting his cum all over her creamy white skin. As the mile markers blur by, he startles when she finally speaks to him. "Do you have a girlfriend?" "No. ma'am, I'm between relationships, so to speak." She nods and turns back toward the horizon, lightly dragging her finger across her pouty bottom lip. He'd imagined sucking her lip a few times. Again, she startles him from his naughty thoughts. "Do you find ways to cum?" What the fuck kind of question is that? "Ma'am?" "Do you find ways to release, do you jerk off, fondle yourself, hire a hooker, have a fuck buddy?" I'm floored. Never had I imagined I would have to answer questions like this from her. "Yes, ma'am, I do some of those, but I'd never hire a hooker." Where is she going with this? "I see. Forgive me the intrusion; I just wondered if a striking man like you was finding ways to release his stress." Seriously?! Most people just ask what you do in your spare time... "Ma'am, I..." "Please, call me Michelle. This clearly isn't a professional conversation." "...Okay, Michelle. I have many hobbies, sex isn't one of them, but I don't find myself without, if that's a better answer." She smiles. "Yes, it's a better answer." She returns to her horizon, her fingers now lightly drawing lines on her neck. As my mind recovers from the conversational blow, I allow my gaze to drift to her lip again, and then her neck, then to what may be under her silk blouse. "I'm sorry to have been so forward, Austin, I just couldn't help but notice how your gaze lingers on me from time to time. I didn't know if I was walking around with lunch on my face a lot, or if your needs weren't being met." "Needs?" I manage to mumble. "Yes, needs. I would hate to think you're not able to fuck someone on a regular basis." "Ma'am... er... Michelle... I am quite capable of finding someone for "need meeting" purposes." This is possibly the most bizarre conversation to have with your boss. "Well good, Austin. However, I'd like to see if I can improve the way your needs are met." I'm dumbfounded. Did my boss just offer to play sexual matchmaker, or have I wandered off so far in my thoughts, I've entered in the twilight zone. "I'm confused by your ... uh... proposal, Michelle." "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at being vague. Austin, I'd like fuck you." HO...LY...FUCK. She continues, "See, I've been titillated by your stares. I'm not sure if you're aware, but when you look at me when you think I'm absorbed in something else, there's a hunger in your eyes, which frankly, makes me so wet I have to escape to my private bathroom and finger myself until I cum. The thing is, I enjoy a certain way of fucking. I like to be bold and have my way. What does that sound like to you? "It sounds like you like to dominate," I squeak out. "Precisely. I find deep satisfaction in controlling what my partner does. I don't mean it in a demeaning way. I like to think it's akin to ultimate fighting, but with toys and orgasms." I've truly entered an alternate universe. "Michelle, I'm flattered, but forgive me, I'm concerned for our professional relationship." ...like if I'll be fired for not fucking her or fucking her wrong, or fucking her too much. "I understand. This would be a separate, personal thing. Two consenting adults, who just so happen to work in the same place. Yes, I'm your boss, but in this case, I'm just an attractive woman, seeking fun with an attractive man." I flush, not sure how to answer. "How about I provide a test, before you consider my offer? Something simple, and I'll leave you to your thoughts for the next few days to see if you're able to separate the juxtaposing relationships." I glance her way. Her face is relaxed, as if we're trying to decide where to eat lunch. "O-o-okay," I stutter. Smooth, Austin, real smooth. "What do you have in mind, Michelle?" She uncouples her seatbelt and her hands are instantly in my lap. It's embarrassing my cock has been hard for most of this conversation, but it works in my favor at this point because Michelle has unbuckled my belt, undone my trouser button and zipper, and has pulled my erection out to see daylight. Her speed and efficiency in releasing my cock is appreciated at this point, because I probably would have crashed the car had she taken her time. She gasps, "Austin, I never imagined you'd have such a beautiful cock. No weird veins and bulges. Smooth tip with over and inch before the shaft. And I can tell it's larger than what I'm seeing now since I've only been able to draw it part way out of your pants." Again, I flush with embarrassment, but also pride. I've never had a woman go into so much detail about my cock with, I dunno, admiration? "Thanks?" I manage to utter. Yep, alternate universe. She looks me in the eye, smiles out of one side of her pink mouth, then drops her head to my cock. Some part of me had anticipated she'd do this; if I hadn't been so perceptive, I may have just careened off the highway and killed us both. Her lips are soft, and she has just enough saliva to allow them to slide around the tip, but not too much that it's dripping down my shaft. Her tongue draws lines from the bottom of my tip to the top as she adjusts her head to partially circle my cock. When she's not able to continue the lines, she uses the underside of her tongue. The sensation is mind altering. Unlike the top of her tongue, the underside is smooth with subtle ridges. The whole scenario is mind altering, really, but what red-blooded man would say, 'Ma'am, you should really stop sucking my dick.' Exactly. Michelle abruptly sits up for a second, and starts to under her blouse. "I'm sorry, I'm a little hot right now. Don't worry, I won't take it the whole way off, but if you'd like to fondle my breasts while I suck you off, feel free." Now this is an offer I fully intend to take her up on at the moment. Her breasts are beautiful. They sit just high enough that you can tell they are real, but just low enough that most of her clothing shapes around the side curve. From my experience, I'd place her at a d-cup for sure, maybe double d. She only unbuttons her blouse to the top of her skirt and slightly fans it open, allowing me to see her tits in her black lace bra. Her bra isn't really fancy, but the way the lace caresses her breasts and supports them makes me want to grab my cock and jerk off on her chest right then and there. She leans over to take my cock in her mouth again and I allow her to settle before I reach around her back to touch her breast. Her skin is warm and feels almost like velvet. As her mouth starts working my tip again, I reach through the side of her bra and lightly touch her nipple. Michelle softly moans as her nipple puckers instantly, and the entire sequence almost sends me over the edge. "Michelle..." I manage to whisper. "I'm going to cum very quickly from... from... all of this..." Am I a thirteen-year-old boy moving to second base for the first time? For crying out loud she's going to think I've never done this. She abruptly stops and raises her head off my cock. "Austin, if this is too much, just tell me and I'll stop. We can forget this happened." Her voice has an edge to it I don't like. It's almost as if she's giving an ultimatum in a business deal. "Michelle," I utter after I swallow to regain some composure. "This is amazing, but I'm on sensory overload right now, and I'm pretty sure I may crash the car. Not to mention two semi-trucks have passed us and seen your head in my lap. It's... um... yeah... I want to shoot my cum in the back of your throat right now... but I've never been one to cum quickly and not reciprocate my partner." Yep, I sound like teenager getting his first blow job. She bobs slightly to kiss my cock before she lifts her head to meet my eyes. "Austin, making a man cum is euphoric for me. I'm not interested in my orgasm right now. Like I said earlier, I like to be bold and have my way. What I'm doing right now is a basic example of that. Your hand felt good on my breast and I wanted to show my appreciation vocally. But if this is too much, then I will stop, and we can forget this. I don't want someone who is soft, so to speak, and can't keep up. I think you can, and it's probably in our best interest you cum quickly before we get pulled over. I want your cock in my mouth, your hand on tits, and in a brief period of time, I want to feel your cum slide down my throat." I've never been one to get off from reading porn stories, but the way she just spoke to me was possibly the hottest thing I've ever heard described. "Okay then," I say with a little more confidence. "Michelle, please carry on." She nods her head with a smirk and again, drops to my cock. This time, however, she takes as much in her mouth as my position will allow, and tightens her lips all the way around my shaft. Her tongue flattens to one side of my shaft before she pulls back slightly and swirls it all the way around my shaft while maintaining the pressure with her lips. After one full circle, I feel her start to suck my dick like a popsicle. I reach around again to her breast, but this time, I'm not gentle about exploring her skin. I want to match her forcefulness. I want to be as rough as this incredibly awkward position will allow. Shit, I want to pull the car over and bury my cock in her wet pussy, but I know I'm not going to make it that far with what her mouth is doing. I jam my hand into the side of her bra, cup her breast and pinch her nipple between my forefinger and thumb before I start to roll her nipple while kneading her breast. Her jaw goes slack for a moment as she groans in appreciation. She takes a breath and locks her mouth to my cock again. Her hands are now pulling my trousers apart so her mouth can slide further down to the base of my shaft. I slightly smirk. She has no idea she's only taken half my cock in her mouth and I can feel my tip touching the back of her throat. As she starts to bob up and down, I notice a semi is keeping pace with us, and the pervert is looking down into the car, watching Michelle suck my dick. I smile a knowing smile at the guy and he gives me a thumbs up. While I've never been one to like to share, this entire event has pushed some boundary in my mind and I give the guy the what's up head nod. It's incredibly erotic to have this stranger watching my dick get sucked my Michelle, and I wonder if this is my indoctrination into Michelle's dominate world. Michelle senses my momentary distraction and lifts her head. Her viewpoint allows her to also see the truck driver, and she smiles at him, then reaches to her breasts to drop her bra and expose her skin to him. He blows his horn and she drops her head to my pulsating cock just as I start to shoot hot cum in her mouth. The first shot fills her mouth before she slides down and starts taking my cum in her throat. I grasp her firm ass and grip the steering wheel for dear life as I shoot more cum into her mouth. I suppose I'm average in my cum production, but it feels like ten minutes pass as I shoot more and more creamy liquid into her, and she dutifully swallows each shot. The contraction of her mouth and throat when she swallows must be what's intensifying and extending my orgasm. Her mouth has become slippery with cum and the contraction and release of her mouth between swallows feels like I'm driving in and out of a tight pussy. Thank God for cruise control. My cum shots start to reduce, and Michelle relaxes her mouth to accommodate the sensitive end of my orgasm. She starts to gently lick my shaft and tip using a feather touch with her tongue, cleaning my cock as I slightly jerk from the sensitivity. As my cock starts to soften, Michelle sits up, puts her breasts back in her bra and buttons her blouse. I realize we've only driven about twenty miles, but are nearing our exit. Returning to the present reality is surreal. Michelle reaches over and delicately adjusts my dick so she can do up my trousers and belt. "Are you okay, Austin?" "Yes..." I breathe out in reply. Holy fuck, I need a cigarette and a nap. "Well, good," she replies. In an (even more) unexpected move, she reaches up her skirt and pulls her panties off. Well, now I know she wears thigh high stockings. "These are for you," she says as she hands me her panties. I can smell her feminine scent as I take her panties and shove them in my pocket. I can also feel a distinct wet spot, one I know full well I contributed to. If my cock had any energy left, it would be at full mast again from this simply gesture. Michelle adjusts her clothing, clicks her seat belt on and reaches for her phone to check emails. "Oh Austin," she starts and I register her voice as business like, meaning we've moved on already. I clear my throat to match her tone. "Yes, Ma'am?" "I know I said I'd give you a few days to think about our arrangement, but given how responsive you were to, well, everything, to include our nasty little voyeur, I'm moving up your deadline to tonight at 9 p.m. I know it only leaves you about 6 hours to decide, but I have confidence you'll be able to analyze the facts of the event and reach my desired conclusion." I feel as if she just presented me with a contract, but for what I have no clue. And dammit all, she's right. I would sign away every drop of cum to her mouth right now if I could, but I definitely need to sit and think. Delaying a decision would only drag out the process, and I've never been one to be incredibly impulsive or take too much time to decide. "Ma'am, that's seem fair enough. How would you like me to report my answer to you?" If she wants to make this business like, I'll play her game. Michelle looks at me with steely eyes, and I wonder if I've overstepped a boundary I didn't even know existed. "Meet me in the hotel bar at 9 p.m. sharp." To be continued... Arrangements Ch. 02 His palms were sweating as he entered the elevator. Michelle's sexual proposal was too good to be true, but his mind had bounced back and forth whether there were negative ramifications to entering into a sexual relationship with his boss. Their car ride down to Tucson had surprising; never had he imagined he'd have his cock in her mouth. Sure, he'd jerked off thinking about it, but he had always been pragmatic, knowing he'd never be able to experience her lips circling his cock, her breast in his hand, his cum sliding down her throat. Dammit, now my dick is hard again and I have to face her and give her my answer. Austin descended the 12 floors of the hotel and exited the elevator, subtly adjusting himself prior to the doors opening to camouflage his erection. He considered himself slightly above average in size when soft and hard, and the tip of his cock came a good length down his thigh when fully erect. The problem with trying to hide his erection was his thickness. He'd been told by more than a few women how his thickness stretched their pussy and rubbed that tender spot inside juuuust right. Nevertheless, right now, his thickness was a beacon to everyone that he was horny and needed relief. He arrived outside the hotel bar at 8:55 p.m. Michelle had dictated he be there at 9 sharp, but he allowed himself a few extra minutes to muster his courage. He wanted Michelle, that was obvious, but again, was it a good idea to fuck your boss? He spotted Michelle's hair right away; anyone could. Her long, dirty blonde ringlets had a way of drawing attention to her and as he scanned the dimly lit, upscale lounge bar, he noted more than a few business-type guys eyeing her. She exuded sex appeal because she was obviously gorgeous and had an amazing rack, but her blue-green eyes had a hardness to them, letting everyone who looked at her know she was a woman who made quick, sound decisions and always succeeded. He glanced at his watch, 8:59 p.m., and entered the bar with straight posture and authority. He enjoyed his 6'2" height and athletic build because when he entered a room, a look of slight intimidation usually crossed most guy's faces. Michelle set her cocktail down and crossed her long, toned legs as he came up behind her. "Good Evening, Ma'am, may I sit with you?" The mood in the room immediately shifted as the other men in the room observed Austin speaking to Michelle. Now, they had no chance with this woman. "Austin, you're prompt. Yes, you may sit in the chair across from me." Michelle gestured to the half-circle back lounge chair across from her. He unbuttoned his suit coat and sat across from her as directed. He opted for no tie with his dress shirt and suit to keep it casual. Never had he debated over what to wear to meet a woman before. A waitress approached the table and with her back to Michelle, bent over with straight legs to place a cocktail napkin on the low table in front of Austin. Had he been simply meeting his boss for a drink, Austin would have noticed her low-cut top revealing ample cleavage and her flirtatious smile as she asked what he wanted to drink. Austin didn't notice, but Michelle definitely did and locked her eyes with his in a challenge to his fortitude. "I'll have a Sapphire and tonic with orange juice," Austin commanded, maintaining Michelle's eye contact. The defeated waitress answered his command flatly and sulked off to get his drink. "Have you reached a decision, Austin?" "Yes, ma'am, I have," he started. "But I have a few questions first." Michelle bristled at this. "What do you need to know?" Austin took a breath, "First, I'd like to know if this is a monogamous arrangement. I'm not one to share a partner without my presence. Second, while I should have asked before, I'd like to know if you're medically clear. Third, I'd like to know how long your proposed arrangement would last." There, he made it sound like he was more in control of the arrangement while conveying his understanding how this was a mutual, business-like agreement. Michelle allowed a pregnant pause before she answered, not blinking, not moving. "Austin. Yes, this is monogamous. Any sharing will be in the presence of the other partner. Yes, I'm clear, and I return the question to you, though I should have asked before. As to your last question, this will continue as long as it is enjoyable for the both of us. The caveat is the arrangement ends if one of us develops romantic feelings. I'm not interested in any kind of relationship other than a sexual one, but if either of us were to want more, I think it prudent to end the arrangement." He nodded to Michelle and was about to speak when the waitress arrived with his drink. Thank goodness for her timing so I can swallow my trepidation. Austin picked up his drink and took a long drink. Michelle looked irritated at the interruption and his intermission. "Ma'am, I'm clean and clear. I get tested every six months and recently received a clean bill of health. I would have stopped you if I was unsure of any results. I use condoms, but assume you're handling birth control?" Michelle nodded in affirmation. "Good. I would like to not use condoms, but I understand if you prefer them." Michelle uncrossed and re-crossed her legs allowing her skirt to drift slightly higher. Fuck, she's not wearing panties. Austin shifted in his seat and Michelle smiled. He realized she planned the move and was enjoying his discomfort. "Austin, condoms will be used only when we've incorporated another partner. When it's just us, you may fill my pussy with your cum." And now my dick is definitely rock hard. Austin flushed at the implications of her answer. They'd have threesomes, fuck yeah. And just thinking about emptying his cock in her made a small drop of pre-cum escape. "Ma'am, I agree to your proposal." There. He did it. He agreed to casually fuck his boss. Michelle smiled. "I figured you'd say that. We'll discuss other terms later, but right now, I want your fingers in my pussy." His mind went into overdrive. Here? In the bathroom? In the elevator? Her room? There's people around! Michelle uncrossed her legs and settled them slightly apart, giving Austin a full view of her bare pussy. She slouched a little down in the chair so he could see everything. He could tell she had a Brazilian with a small landing strip above her mound. Her scent made its way to Austin and he drew in a deep breath, basking in her musky sweetness. "Michelle. How can I please you?" "Austin, pull your chair closer and reach across the table." Holy fuck, she wants my fingers in her HERE AND NOW??? "I.. uh.. Michelle, there's people around." He didn't want to disobey already, but he also didn't want to get arrested. Her lips flattened to a thin line. "Austin, you'll do as I say. I wouldn't and won't present any compromising situations. If you must know, the bartender is in the back. You're little fuck toy waitress has her back to us in a corner, no doubt texting her equally shallow friends about you. And the other gentlemen in the bar have their backs to us as well. Now, put your fingers in my pussy." He quickly pulled his chair forward and reached across the small table. His right hand touched her knee, and then gently advanced up her thigh to her warm sex. As he neared the top of her leg, he leaned further over, bracing his left elbow on his leg, and slide his middle finger into her waiting hole. She was warm and slippery. Clearly, she was as wound up as he was, but dammit, women always hid it much better than men did. He felt the soft ridges inside her pussy and curved his finger slightly to gently massage her tender spot inside. She exhaled a long breath and closed her eyes as he touched her spot, then slowly withdrew his finger a little. Austin felt another drop of pre-cum exit his raging hard-on and had to quickly think of some mundane email from earlier before he blew his load in his pants. Who knew I could revert to adolescence so easily. Austin started a slow rhythm of pushing his finger inside Michelle, touching her tender spot, then slightly withdrawing. He loved how warm she was and how slippery she'd already been when he entered her. Michelle's head started to drop backwards, acknowledging her enjoyment. "Austin, two fingers," she exhaled. He withdrew his finger the whole way and brought it to his mouth. He couldn't move on without having a taste of her essence. Michelle abruptly sat up and leaned into Austin's face. "You clearly can't follow instructions, Austin. I didn't say lick your finger, I said two fingers. If I wanted you to taste me, I would have said so. I was clear about what I want." She sat upright and grabbed her cocktail, taking a slow sip and licking her lips before setting it back down. "Since you lack the ability to follow instructions, you will now be punished." Austin blanched. What the fuck does she mean by punished? Michelle leaned back into her chair, sliding herself up and crossing her legs, effectively shutting Austin down. He was frozen. "I won't tolerate insolence. Look at your little tart waitress." Austin leaned back in his chair and turned toward the waitress. She was still absorbed in her phone, ignoring the lounge patrons. Austin turned back to Michelle. "Ma'am?" Michelle steepled her fingers in front of her face as she spoke. "You're going to go hit on her. You're going to flirt and convince her to go to the ladies restroom with you. You're going kiss her and suck her tits and touch her clit. You're going to pull out the condom in your back pocket... I know it's there... and slide it over your cock... which I know needs to enter a pussy right now... and you're going to fuck her from behind. But Austin, you're not going to cum. You're not allowed to cum. Your punishment is withholding of your orgasm. And don't think you can get off without my knowing. I'm going to follow you into the ladies room and listen to you fuck her. I'm going to stand right outside the stall as you stretch her pussy with that exquisite cock of yours and finger myself. Right before you think you might cum. You're going to stop, pull out, and tell her you're finished. Then you're going to exit the stall and stand on my left side, facing the mirror, as she gathers her wits and exits. If she cums, good for her, but you will not. I want her to see me and know she was my toy." Austin swallowed hard. "Yes ma'am." He reached for his cocktail, but met her eyes first in a silent request for permission. Michelle nodded, smirking at his need for liquid courage. Austin downed the drink in one large gulp, stood up, buttoned his blazer, adjusted his cock, and rolled his shoulders back. This is so bizarre, but I'm pretty sure I could cum in my pants right now if she just touched my cock. He circled his chair and casually walked across the lounge to the girl. "Excuse me, miss?" He asked as he came up behind her. She startled and whipped around, and he glanced her nametag. Amber. "Ah, Amber, I was wondering if you had a minute." Amber jammed her phone in apron pocket and smoothed her hair in an attempt to look professional. She clearly thought she might be in trouble. "I'm sorry, Sir, what may I help you with?" "Amber, I was wondering if you knew how sexy you are." Lame, Austin. Real lame. "I was speaking with my boss over ther,e but I couldn't concentrate because I was thinking about your tits. Just the tiny bit I saw earlier has me out of sorts." Amber looked down at her cleavage then back at Austin. He watched as his poor excuse for a pick up line registered in her mind, and her flirtatious smile returned. "Oh, well thank you Sir, but it seems like you want to ask me something?" Wow, she MUST get approached a lot if she knows where this going. "As a matter of fact I do," Austin started, placing his right hand on the wall behind her and leaning in to her ear. "I have an issue you might be able to help me with. But we would have to leave the lounge for a few minutes, and I'm not sure your boss would appreciate that." Amber giggled from his breath tickling her ear. She turned her head toward his. "My boss doesn't work evenings, and the only other manager available is in the back starting the night audit. I'm all yours." Austin silently thanked the heavens this was working. He didn't want Michelle upset with him. This whole time, he could feel her stare on the back of his neck. He felt bad for this girl, but he felt worse thinking about failing Michelle's demand. "Perfect. Can I take you to a more private location?" Austin offered his left hand. Amber giggled again and took his hand. The few remaining bar patrons were watching some game on the screen behind the bar, chatting with the bartender, who seemed oblivious to losing his waitress right now. Austin led Amber by the hand quickly out of the lounge, glancing Michelle's way as he passed their table. She had laid some cash on the table and was gathering her purse, but met his eyes with a wicked smile. The ladies room was a wide left u-turn from the lounge entrance and Austin quickly dragged Amber inside to the largest stall. He started to run through the checklist Michelle had dictated. Why didn't he think to take notes? Austin planted his mouth on Ambers as he grabbed both her hands and gently pinned them above her on the stall door. He heard the squeak of the main door opening so he groaned to mask the sound and pressed his hips to hers, eliciting a whimper from her. Amber was squirming against his erection, thinking it was because of her and for her. Austin didn't care, he had do this quickly. He released her hands and pulled her shirt out of her short skirt to access her tits. He yanked down her bra and moved his mouth to her nipple as she gasped for air and moaned from his teeth on her nipple. Had this been his choosing, he wouldn't be so harsh, and frankly, he wouldn't be in a bathroom, but there was still something so erotic to this whole scenario, he felt slightly more aggressive. Amber brought her hand down to his erection and started fondling it through his pants. Austin shifted slightly left to allow her better access, and saw Michelle through the crack of the stall door and wall. She was sitting on the counter with her skirt around her waist and her high-heel clad feet drawn up to the sides of her leg. He could see two of her fingers plunging deep into her soft pink pussy, then retreating to circle her clit. Even with the soft overhead lighting, he could see her fingers were covered in moisture from her pussy and he let a long groan escape him, remembering the brief taste he had of her. Amber was starting to be bolder, and her rubbing on his cock was borderline annoying. He stood up from her for a second and reached for the condom in his back pocket. "Turn around," he ordered as he undid his belt and trousers. Amber gave some weird, coy look and abided, sliding her panties down and off her legs. Austin slid the condom down his almost purple cock. By now, he'd had an erection for a solid half hour and it was going to take everything in him not to blow it on the first pump into this girl. He grabbed her left hip and pulled her toward him as his right hand guided his cock to her slit. She was warm and willing. He was disappointed to briefly feel that she shaved, not waxed, her pussy, and used this disappointment to control his desire to cum as he pushed into her tight pussy. She didn't have ridges on the inside like Michelle's ridges, and she moaned a little too loudly as she took in his length and width. Her pussy was shallow, and he could tell he was in as deep comfort would allow, yet his cock was still half exposed. Austin began pumping in and out of her. She felt good, but he knew Michelle felt better. He watched his cock sliding in and out. He wanted to imagine he was fucking Michelle, but he was afraid he might cum, a clear violation of Michelle's demand. Amber was starting to get loud and his forcefulness was causing the stall door to rattle. He had to get this over with now, but Amber sounded like she might actually cum, and he felt it the least he could do for her. He moved his hand from her left hip to touch her clit while he fucked her. Her clit felt hard and swollen, so he knew she was close to coming. With three fingers, he started circling her clit with slight pressure, trying to draw her orgasm out before he came himself. Strangely, he realized he didn't think he could cum anyway, because he had to follow a checklist with this girl as if he was putting together a powerpoint. Amber began to buck back against him, and he felt his balls hitting her skin. Her pussy had relaxed around cock and he was able to thrust deeper inside her, almost to the base. He heard Michelle snicker a little on the countertop. Amber was clueless, thanks to her obnoxious moaning and incoherent words of encouragement. Austin felt Ambers pussy begin to tighten around his cock as she broached her threshold. He quickly pulled out before he succumbed, but continued circling her clit so she had some sensation to ride out her orgasm from. Her moans were replaced with quick breathing as she braced herself against the door. Austin removed the condom and quickly did his trousers, tossing the condom in the toilet and flushing away the evidence. "Amber, you're probably being missed at the bar." Wow, he'd never been so curt right after sex. Amber opened her eyes wide. He watched as she quickly processed she was being dismissed, but also that she really should get back to work. She reached for her panties and made a gesture to offer them to Austin, but he stepped back and shook his head no. She shrugged, put them on and smoothed her clothing back to its original places. Austin almost wanted to exit the stall first to spare her the walk of shame she was about to take, but again, he was almost afraid of disobeying Michelle. He allowed her to unlock the stall and open the door. There was Michelle, casually leaning against the counter with her arms and ankles crossed, a sly grin on her face. Amber startled and immediately blushed. "Oh my gosh, I had no idea anyone was in here! Oh my gosh, please don't report me, oh my gosh!" Michelle shrugged her shoulders and spoke. "Don't worry about it, I rather enjoyed listening to you. Now I know what he is capable of and am eager to make him cum again for me." Holy fuck, that was harsh. Amber slightly shook her head, trying to comprehend what Michelle just said, but opted to start mumbling apologies as she scurried out of the restroom. I took my place facing the mirror on Michelle's left side, as instructed. Michelle stood from her lean on the counter and turned toward me. "Nicely done, Austin. How did she feel?" Austin swallowed, "Ma'am she felt good, but I wanted to be fucking you, not her." Michelle chuckled. "Good, that's what I wanted to hear. I know you must be sore from holding your orgasm. Please, wash that girl off you quickly." Austin didn't hesitate to comply. He undid his trousers and removed his engorged cock from his pants. He soaped his hands and leaned over the sink to wash his dick. Michelle moved behind him and lifted his blazer and shirt so he wouldn't get them wet. She watched as he carefully rinsed his cock, trying desperately not to rub it in any way that would make him explode. He literally was cleaning a ticking time bomb. He shut off the water and Michelle grabbed one of the fancy hand towels the bathroom stocked. She delicately dried his cock, barely massaging his balls as she dried his member. Austin groaned and lifted his eyes to the ceiling, trying to think about his wrestling stats from high school.