0 comments/ 28889 views/ 3 favorites HOTM By: BigDonGStone Again I'd like to thank my readers, especially the BBW's to whom my stories are dedicated. Ladies, you make it very easy to think these atories up. My apologies for the delay in posting a new story. I've had major computer problems over the last three to four months. Even my new one has been down more often than it has been up. I'll try to post a mite more often in the future. In the meantime ladies, I'll be thinking of you in great detail!! PROLOUGE I had opened just about every gift there was under my tree, when I spied a small, brightly wrapped gift box. The box was slightly larger than a bar of soap. The bow surrounding it had obviously been professionally tied. I figured it was probably a watch, cufflinks, or some other form of jewelry from some upscale department store. I looked at the attached gift card. "To Don, from your Snugs." Just looking at the gift card made my cock swell. "Snugs" was my term of endearment for Diane. Diane was by far the wildest and most imaginative lover I'd ever had. If she could have figured a way to do it, she would have packaged herself into this box so that, when I opened it, she could crawl out and fuck me on the spot. That thought made me quickly look up and scan the room. "Nope", I thought. "No boxes large enough for her to get into." I chuckled to myself and shrugged. Hopefully I'd see her shortly anyway. I had some gifts for her, including one that needed unwrapping as quickly as she could manage it. I smiled as I looked at the bulge in my briefs. I opened the small box and found what appeared to be a credit card. I took it out of the box. Underneath was a small, neatly folded piece of paper. I looked at the credit card briefly. It was generally non-descript. The face of the card read, in large block letters, "HOTM". The back of the card showed a toll-free number and an alpha-numeric customer code, "STONE487". Try as I might, I could not figure out what it was for. I opened the folded piece of paper. "Don, I really wanted to stop by and tell you but, I knew that if we got together, I probably couldn't leave. I have to go to Scottsdale with Mr. H to set up the new offices. I'm being reassigned there for at least the next year." My cock deflated and the smile dropped off my face. My holiday cheer quickly dissipated. I continued to read on. "I hope this present helps ease some of the stress I know this is causing you. I had to set it for the 15th of each month. Just call the number on the card anytime on the 14th. Take care. I hope to see you again real soon. All my love, Snugs." I didn't feel like opening any more presents. I set the card and note down on the coffee table and went in to take a shower. CHAPTER 1 The hot water beating down on my chest felt good. I just needed to relax and collect my thoughts. My initial response was anger. The usual "How could she do this to me?" reaction. The more I thought about it though, it made sense. She had been positioning herself for the promotion ever since she started with the company. She was deserving of it too. If there was anything she was better at than sex (and I couldn't imagine that was possible mind you) it was work. If not, work definitely came in a real close second. When the merger between Holcome Industries and Applied Genetics Research Laboratories was announced, she was the obvious choice to promote to Executive Director. I had to hand it to Holcome though. He played this one real close to the vest. Not even a whisper was leaked about how the promotions would play out. "Damn. Scottsdale would definitely be the place to be right now", I thought. "What a mood she would be in." My thoughts ran wild as I pictured her excitement over the promotion and how she would display that happiness to me. I could feel her hands massaging my chest, pinching and tweaking my nipples, slowly, inexorably, working their way down my body towards the steel pipe jutting proudly from my groin. I could feel the hair on her pussy sponging my ass cheeks clean as she ground against me. I imagined her hands latching onto my dick, stroking it harder and harder, willing my balls to release their load of hot, sticky cum. I could feel it welling up in me. I could feel the pressure as my sperm prepared to jet through the length of my prick. "God it would feel so good to cum for my Snugs", I thought. "It…would…feel…so…fucking…good!!!" Blast after blast of thick, milky cum splattered against the tiles of my shower. It dripped down the wall, almost as if the tiles were crying along with me. I placed my face under the shower stream to wash off my tears, and then got out of the shower. CHAPTER 2 After I dressed, I went back into the living room and dropped down onto the sofa. I picked up the note and credit card. I reread the note, inwardly hoping that somehow I'd read it wrong, and she hadn't really gone. To my dismay the note still read the same. It wasn't like I could just pack up and head for Scottsdale. I own my own small business and I couldn't close up shop on short notice even if I wanted to. Our relationship was just not in the cards I thought to myself. That thought made me think of the credit card. I turned it over and over in my hands. It wasn't like a regular credit card as there was no account number. It seemed more like a club card. The type of card issued by an elite nightclub or some fraternal organization. "How could this possibly make me feel better?", I thought. "What the hell is HOTM anyway?" I knew Diane told me to wait until the 14th but curiosity got the better of me. I picked up the phone and dialed the toll-free number on the card. A taped female voice answered. "H-O-T-M. Please enter your customer number followed by the pound sign." I typed in S-T-O-N-E-4-8-7. There was a brief clicking noise and then another taped female voice came on the line. "We're sorry Mr. Stone. Your account has not been activated. Please call again on January 14th. H-O-T-M operator number 19." The phone clicked off and reverted to dial tone. CHAPTER 3 I met Diane outside of a movie theater back in July. It would have been hard not to notice her. A big woman in a silk blouse, open enough to expose more than ample cleavage, attracts my attention every time. I could tell that she appreciated the attention. The smile she shot my way made my stomach flutter and my cock jump. We talked briefly in line and I found that she was seeing the same movie as me. She was supposed to hook up with a girlfriend who had cancelled out sick at the last moment. I seem to remember making some dumb comment like "her loss is my gain" or something equally inane. In any event we decided to see the movie together. The movie itself was forgettable, but not the day I had with her. She had an infectious laugh, and ten minutes into the film she was holding my hand and leaning against me. Her perfume and the heat of her body kept grabbing my attention. Soon I found I was paying very little attention to the movie. I found myself stealing glances at her every chance I got. She had a beautiful smile and full, very kissable lips. She was not wearing a bra, yet she had little discernable sag despite the size of her breasts. Every time she laughed her breasts would bounce and jiggle, the silk material of her blouse causing her nipples to harden. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I was totally entranced by this woman who I'd known a total of twenty minutes. As it was mid-July, I was only wearing loose-fitting gym shorts and a T-shirt. I could feel my cock tenting the shorts but I didn't care. The theater was dark enough that I could adjust unobtrusively enough, if I needed to. As if our thoughts were interconnected, Diane suddenly laid her hand onto my lap and slowly began to massage my erection, through my shorts. "Oh my Don. I can feel that my nipples aren't the only things that are hard in this theater", she laughed. I could only groan a response. It felt so good to have her hand working its magic on me. I could only hope that she wouldn't stop. "You ARE going to cum for me aren't you dear?", she asked. Her voice was husky and dripping with lust. Damn it felt good. My cock was already jerking in anticipation of the grand finale. "Just don't stop. Please don't stop!", I begged. "I won't", she said pleasantly. "Just make sure you tell me when you're about to cum. Okay sweetie?" That was only moments away at that point. Diane knew how to get the most bang for a buck in a short amount of time. "Right now", I moaned. "Right fucking now." Diane's hand quickly left my cock and slid inside of my waistband, regrasping my cockhead immediately. Her hand was so soft and I wanted to cum for her so badly. There was no chance of my stopping. A bullet train of cum burst from my cockslit all over her fingers. The slimy, hot goo made her fingers slip and slide like lubricating oil all over my cockhead. This only intensified the feeling, and I let fly with shot after shot into her waiting fingertips. Finally I had no more to give and my cock began to deflate. Still Diane continued massaging the last dribbles of goo into my cockslit, causing me to jump and jerk with each electric thrill this elicited. Finally Diane withdrew her hand, still wet, slimy, and dripping with my spunk. She raised her hand up to her mouth and quickly licked a dollop of goo from her ring finger. "Oh hon. You taste so good", she gasped. Her other hand latched onto the hem of her skirt, pulling it up and exposing her pussy to me. She wore nothing under the skirt. The sight of her dark triangle, even in the dim light of the theater, caused my cock to thicken again. She dropped her gizz covered hand on top of her pussy and immediately sank two fingers into her slit. I turned towards her. I wanted to fuck her right there and then in front of the whole movie-going crowd. I didn't care who saw or heard. "Don't touch me", she hissed. "This is my fantasy. I want to cum for you. Let me see your cock. Let me see your beautiful, hard, fucking cock." I sat back in my chair, stunned, but hotter than I'd ever felt before. I raised up out of my seat and pulled my shorts down. My cock stood straight up for her to admire all she wanted. I would have walked around the theater and displayed it to everyone if she had asked me to. My prick was so hard it could have scratched glass. I gently stroked the length of it using only my thumb, fore, and middle fingers, so as not to obstruct her view. I marveled at how it glistened from my already spent cum, and the dribble of pre-fuck juice oozing from my cockslit. "I know what you want. I saw how you looked at me. You like big, nasty women don't you hon?" She breathed heavily. "You want to feel me riding that cock of yours, don't you? You want to feel me cumming all over that big dick of yours, oozing cunt juice all over that fucking rod." "I know what you want Don. I know you want to watch my breasts bounce as my big ass grinds down on you. You want to fuck my juicy pussy and cum in me. You want to cum real deep in me. You probably even want to fuck my hot ass." She was working her magic on me again only this time she wasn't touching me. I was enthralled with the way she held nothing back, explaining in great detail what she wanted; what I wanted. My cock stood straight and tall like a totem. Rivulets of pre-cum streamed from my cockslit, rolling down the shaft and pooling on my fingers. She was obviously working magic on herself as well. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. Her breasts rose and fell quickly, nipples fully erect, pressing tightly against the material of her blouse. I could smell the pungent odor of her sex overpowering every other scent in the theater. Her eyes never left my cock. Her fingers were pistoning in and out of her pussy with lightning speed. I could tell that she was going to crest any second but she seemed to be holding back, waiting for something. I was never going to find out what though as the excitement of the moment was too much for me. My balls clenched tightly and another volley of sperm raced through me, eager to find a target, any target. A small geyser of white-hot goo splattered on the back of the seat in front of me. I felt Diane tighten up beside me and saw her thighs squeeze together, locking her hand against her clit in a death grip. "Oh yes baby", she whimpered. "All for me." CHAPTER 4 The HOTM card was burning a hole in my wallet. I couldn't find a thing out about it. Nothing in any toll-free directories. Nothing in any reference books. Nothing on the internet. Nothing, absolutely nothing. Other than the card there was no evidence that there was such a thing as HOTM. I thought it might drive me crazy before the 14th arrived. I had tried several times to contact Diane but all I got was her office voice-mail advising that she was in Scottsdale. Even calls to her friends at work revealed nothing more about her status. Deep down I hoped that HOTM would reveal something about what was going on, but I certainly wasn't going to hold my breath. On the morning of the 14th I took the card from my wallet and dialed the number. Again the taped female voice answered. "H-O-T-M. Please enter your customer number followed by the pound sign." I typed in my customer number and tapped the # key. A series of brief clicks was followed by the following taped message: "Good morning Mr. Stone. Your account has been activated. Our records show your day to be January 15th, 2005. Thank you." The phone went dead and moments later all I heard was dial tone again. I wanted to rip the phone out of the wall. "What the fuck is going on?", I thought. CHAPTER 5 January 15th, 2005. I had heard nothing else about HOTM and calls to the toll-free number simply initiated the "Your account has been activated" taped message followed by a quick disconnect. By the time I got to my office I had all but forgotten HOTM. It was going to be a busy day. I had three scheduled meetings and a shitload of paperwork to work my way through. The morning flew by and I was surprised at how much was accomplished in such a short time. I had to hand it to Mary, my assistant. She is a gem. By 11:00am I had already met with Burke, my production manager, and laid the groundwork for clearing up a major production backlog. Mary had all four memoranda I had dictated, typed and on my desk. Additionally, both letters I'd written to Yazaki, my customer and friend in Kyoto, were completed and simply waiting on my signature. As I was signing the letters Mary called me on my intercom. "Mr. Stone. Ms. Miller is here for your 11:00 meeting. Should I show her in." Maureen Miller was the sales rep for a well known tool and die manufacturer. I did not use their product but Mary had set up the meeting noting that our planned expansion would probably require such services in the future. I didn't know Ms. Miller personally but I was very familiar with the product and the reputation. "Sure Mary. Send her in", I said cheerily. I would blow this sales woman out the door in fifteen minutes and then take a long lunch. Maybe I'd even try to call Diane again. CHAPTER 6 When Maureen Miller entered my office I know I let out an audible gasp. She was definitely not what I was expecting from a tool and die salesperson. Ms. Miller couldn't have been a day over 25 years old, but she had a confident air about her that made her seem far more mature. She stood about 5'10" tall and weighed, I guessed, 270, maybe 275. Her blond hair was professionally styled and she definitely knew how to apply make-up to her best advantage. The conservative business suit couldn't hide the hourglass figure that was definitely more expansive in the upper 9 to 3. Her briefcase said business, but her body language said vixen. Mary asked Ms. Miller if she wanted coffee or tea, and when she declined, Mary shut the door and left Ms. Miller with me. She walked towards my desk, her hand outstretched. "Good morning Mr. Stone. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to see me." I shook her hand and offered her a seat at my office table. "I'm always more comfortable at the table than staring at someone over my desk", I said as I pulled a chair away from the table for her. I pulled a chair out directly across from her. "What can I do for you Ms. Miller?", I asked jovially. "Please Mr. Stone. Call me Em. All my friends call me Em", she chimed. Her voice was melodic, almost angelic it seemed. I could tell immediately that I liked this young woman. She would go far in this business. "Certainly Em, and please call me Don." Em took off her suit jacket and placed it on the back of her chair before she sat down. I couldn't help but notice that my first impression of her was correct. Her chest was massive. The buttons on her blouse strained to remain clasped. Em smiled sweetly. "Don. As I told your assistant when I called, I represent a major tool manufacturer whose products you may have some interest in." Eager to impress her with my knowledge of the products and services her company supplied, I politely corrected her. "Tool and die manufacturer. Yes, I'm well aware of your company's reputation in the industry." I felt pretty good about how this meeting would go. Em would see I was no easy push-over. Wham, bam. Give her ten minutes to pep talk her product and I'm out of here. "Oh no Don", she said as her smile widened. "I represent a major TOOL manufacturer. I'm sorry if there was some kind of miscommunication." I made a mental note to discuss with Mary how that kind of miscommunication could have occurred. I didn't want to sound flustered or misinformed and lose my upper hand. "Yes, yes. I'm sorry Em. A major TOOL manufacturer. Please continue." Em opened her briefcase as she elaborated for me. "As I'm sure you know, a good tool can be used for a variety of things. It can be used to pound, grind, screw, burrow, or piston. Why, just about anything you can dream of, can be made possible with the right tool." Em licked her lips. I really didn't know what to say. I was trying for Business Executive but I know I sounded more like Business Jackass. "You're quite right Em. Tools are essential. Particularly in my line of work." "And also in mine", Em said. "Take this tool for example." Em pulled the biggest, longest rubber cock I'd ever seen from her briefcase. It was every bit of 18" long. As she took the tool from her briefcase she quickly stood and raised the hem of her skirt to her waist, and then sat back down. Her legs were spread to either side of the chair and I had an unobstructed view of her completely shaven, bald pussy. It glistened wetly and the scent wafted up to me making me heady. I was speechless. Em continued explaining to me, very matter-of-factly, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. "This particular tool, when used by an expert, can explore the deepest regions of my body. Without such a tool those areas would remain unexplored. Virginal if you will." She began to feed the head of the monstrous snake into her pussy, splitting her vaginal folds wide as the rubber cock sank deeper and deeper. I was mesmerized. Part of me wanted to get her out of my office as quickly as possible before we were discovered. The other part of me wanted to fuck her brains out. "Are you an expert tool user Don?", she asked. "Would you like to test drive this thing before you make a deposit?" Virtually in a trance, I moved my chair over next to her and wrapped my hand around her impalement tool. Already a good six to eight inches of the rubbery tube were imbedded, and she was asking for more. HOTM Pt. 02 CHAPTER 7 I called for my assistant over the intercom. "Mary, can you come in here?" I could tell by the look on Mary's face as she entered my office that she was flustered. The beet-red flush on her cheeks, made me momentarily picture Em's thighs as the flush raced through her during her orgasm. My cock twitched at the memory and I smiled. "Yes, um...Mr. Stone?" The nervous hitch in Mary's voice spoke volumes. For one, there was no doubt in her mind as to what had occurred in this office. Two, she was surprised, and maybe even a bit frightened by it. I figured I'd better take the upper hand quickly and attempt to regain some control of the situation. "Mary," I said in a calm and steady tone. "You set up that meeting. Just who was that woman?" I could see the wheels turning as Mary tried to figure out how to answer the question. "Mr. Stone I'm so sorry," Mary stammered. "I..." "There's no need to be sorry Mary," I assured her. "I'm just a bit taken aback right now." "Oh Mr. Stone. So am I. I've known Maureen for eight years. I don't know what to say." My mind reeled. Mary has known Maureen for eight years, I thought to myself. As I thought about it, I pictured Em in my mind. I've seen her before, but she didn't look or act like she did today. I just couldn't place where or when. "Eight years?" I said incredulously. "How do you know her?" "She's a neighbor of mine," Mary explained. "She works for the tool and die manufacturer I told you about. She's been their lead sales rep for as long as I've known her." "You met her at the Christmas party three years ago. You probably wouldn't remember," Mary continued. "I invited her as her boyfriend was away. I brought her to cheer her up." Now I was completely confused. I remembered Maureen as clear as day. I remembered asking Mary about her briefly, and then moving on to other employees. "Mary. Can I ask you a personal question?" I inquired. "Make that an extremely personal question. You don't have to answer." I tried to figure how to most delicately ask the question. "Does Em, er..., I mean, Maureen have any other jobs or, I don't know...hobbies?" "Not that I know of, Mr. Stone. She's always been kind of, married to her work." "Yes, but Mary, Maureen's sales style was; how should I say this? Unconventional?" The look on my face said to Mary that I was befuddled. As I thought of what went on, I realized that Maureen had not attempted to sell me anything. "Don't worry Mr. Stone. I intend to get to the bottom of this." * CHAPTER 8 As Mary left my office I picked up the HOTM card from my desk. I hadn't asked Mary about HOTM. I figured that she probably knew nothing of it anyway, so why open another can of worms. I picked up my phone and dialed the toll-free number on the card. "H-O-T-M. Operator 7. Please answer the following questions," a taped voice said. "Please state your account number." I did. There was a brief pause. "Thank you Mr. Stone. On a scale of 1 to 5, how would you rate your level of surprise? Please note that '1' would mean that you were highly surprised. '5' would mean that you were not surprised at all." I spoke the number "1." I had to admit that I was more than surprised. "Thank you. On a scale of 1 to 5, how would you rate Em's performance? Please note that '1' would mean that you very pleased. A '5' would mean that you were very displeased." Again I spoke the number "1." I had no complaints about Em's "performance." I made a mental note to remember that word. "Performance" was an interesting choice of words. "Thank you. On a scale of 1 to 5, how would you rate your satisfaction level with H-O-T-M? Please note that '1' would mean that you are very satisfied. A '5' would mean that you are highly dissatisfied." This time I said the number "5." I still didn't know who or what HOTM was, but I knew they couldn't stand a "5" on their record. As the taped voice started to say "Thank you," I hung up. * CHAPTER 9 Not fifteen minutes had passed when Mary called. "Mr. Stone? I have a Jeremiah Ashe on Line 2. He says he is calling you regarding your dissatisfaction with, 'services rendered'?" Inwardly I smiled. That was fast. "Put him through." My phone rang, but I let it ring four more times before I picked it up. "Don Stone," I clipped into the receiver. "Mr. Stone. Good afternoon," Mr. Ashe stated pleasantly and professionally. "I am the national customer service director for H-O-T-M. I just received word that you were extremely dissatisfied with our services and I wanted to get through to you to see what can be done to rectify the situation." I decided that the professional tone was best in this situation. "Thank you for responding so quickly Mr. Ashe," I started. "It's not so much a complete dissatisfaction with HOTM, as it is concern over HOTM. What is it? Why am I involved? How did a friend of my assistant get involved? Needless to say I'm a bit perplexed right about now." Mr. Ashe chuckled pleasantly. "I can imagine that you are Mr. Stone. First of all let me assure you that HOTM is only interested in your total enjoyment and satisfaction with its services. Your account was established by a Ms. Diane Warren. She provided all the pertinent information regarding your personal likes and dislikes. Types of women you are attracted to. Your sexual preferences." "Ms. Miller definitely seemed right for your initiation," Ashe continued. "Em, uh... Ms. Miller, was fine," I stumbled. "I'm not unhappy with Ms. Miller. I am concerned with Ms. Warren and what HOTM has to do with me." Mr. Ashe surprised me with his next statement. "Ms. Warren is just fine. I'm sure she'll be in touch with you shortly. HOTM is totally dedicated to your 100% satisfaction with its services rendered. You'll receive a free bonus session tomorrow. After that I think you'll see the benefits of our service." "Thank you Mr. Stone. I'm looking forward to speaking with you again. Have a great day." He hung up. I still didn't have any answers, and how would he know how Ms. Warren, Diane, was? I immediately called back. The taped voice answered. "Thank you for calling Mr. Stone. Your account has been activated." * CHAPTER 10 At 5:00 Mary practically flew out of the building. She was on a mission to find out what happened in my office. Mary Shurr was a dedicated professional, and she did not want to put her job, or her reputation, on the line. That was exactly what she thought as she approached her house. Three doors down Maureen Miller's car sat in her driveway. Mary had no intentions of waiting. She drove straight to Maureen's house. A moment later she was pressing the doorbell switch and waiting impatiently at the door for Maureen to answer. Though Mary had seen Maureen at the office, she still wasn't prepared for the change in Maureen's demeanor and personality. Maureen stood at the door in a bathrobe. The robe belt was cinched snugly at the waist accentuating the curves of her hips. The top of the robe was "V'd" down to the belt. Her cleavage well defined and exposed. As angry as Mary was, she couldn't help but stop and admire how attractive Maureen was. Mary blushed as she realized that she was staring. She figured it might be better to come back later. "Maureen," Mary said. "I really need to talk to you. I can come back later this evening if that's OK with you." "No. Don't be silly Mare," Maureen said with a gleam in her eye. "You know you're always welcome. Come on in." Mary hesitated momentarily but then, not wanting to appear like she was uncertain, brushed past Maureen and entered the house. Mary was surprised at how much heat Maureen's body exuded as she passed her, and was even more surprised as a brief wave of excitement rushed through her. She chalked it off to the tensions of the day. Maureen closed and locked the door behind her. "Hey Mare. Can I fix you a cup of coffee?, Maureen asked. "No thank you Maureen," Mary spoke hesitantly. "I just needed to stop by and ask you some questions, if you don't mind." "Sure. Let's sit in the living room and you can ask me all you want." Mary started to sit in one of the wing chairs but Maureen insisted that she take the recliner. Maureen claimed that her back had been hurting and that the wing chairs offered her more support. As Mary walked to the recliner she mentally inventoried the room. She didn't remember Maureen having a recliner, and this one looked like it cost a bundle. Not that Maureen couldn't afford it, but she normally was very simple in her tastes. This recliner looked like one of those hi-tech innovations, all leather with heat and vibration. A remote, connected by wires, sat on the armrest. It was surprisingly wide, almost the width of a full size bed. Mary thought that two people could probably fit in it comfortably. Mary settled down into the recliner. "Damn," she thought. "This is comfortable." Maureen sat directly across from her in the wing chair. Mary couldn't help but notice that Maureen's robe opened more when she sat. The "V" of the robe opened, exposing even more of her massive cleavage. Maureen's legs were opened in such a way that Mary could see almost everything. Mary was flustered. "Maureen, I, um... need to ask you about today," Mary began. "I need to ask you about today at the office." Maureen smiled sweetly and innocently. "Today at the office?" she asked. "What do you want to know?" Maureen began to fidget with the edge of the "V" on her robe, and as she sat there, began to open and close her legs. This obviously sexual advance was making Mary even more nervous. Mary stammered. "May be I should, um... come back later when um... I..." "Don't be silly, Mare," Maureen laughed. "You are really stressed today. Why don't you just sit back and relax. You'll love that chair. I'm going to make us some coffee." Maureen got up and walked by the recliner. She reached down and lightly traced a fingertip across Mary's right cheek. "You really are sweet you know," Maureen said. She picked up the remote and handed it to Mary. "Use the 'A' button to recline. Use the 'B' button to apply heat. Use the 'C' button to vibrate. That chair makes me feel like a new woman," Maureen grinned as she walked out of the room. Mary knew that she should just get up and leave, but the stress of the day was taking its toll, and she wasn't thinking as clearly as she should. The smell of coffee coming from the kitchen soothed her all the more. Mary pressed the "A" button on the remote. * CHAPTER 11 The recliner went into a fully reclined position in one smooth operation. Beyond that actually. The recliner was practically completely level, almost like a bed. Mary thought how comfortable the recliner felt when she first sat in it. Fully reclined, the chair practically put her to sleep. "This chair is incredible," she thought. "Whatever she paid for it, it was worth every penny." Mary pressed the "B" button and a sense of warmth passed through he. "Yes that was it," Mary thought. "A sense of warmth, rather than actual heat." It made her feel really good. It was very relaxing. Mary pressed the "C" button. * CHAPTER 12 At the moment of orgasm, the senses are as alive and as fully attuned to outside stimuli, as they will ever be. Mary was there instantaneously. Not quite. Actually the moment just before orgasm. Every fiber of her being wanted her to crest, but she couldn't. She felt her nipples harden, her juices flowing, her breathing was shallow and labored. She knew she was moaning, but she couldn't hear herself as the blood rushing through her head sounded deafening. She knew where she was, but she could no more have gotten up from the chair, then she could have walked on the moon. At this point though she didn't want to get up. She wanted to complete her orgasm. She saw Maureen come up beside her. Maureen was completely naked. She was massaging her breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples. Mary could see that Maureen's nipples were blood-engorged and fully distended. They stood out at least and inch from the dark aureola. Mary wanted to reach out to Maureen. She wanted to pull her down to her, force her face between her thighs. She wanted Maureen to make her cum. "OH GOD I WANT TO CUM!!!" Mary screamed in her mind. Maureen walked to the head of the chair and pulled up what looked like a silver crown with a myriad of wires dangling from it. She placed the crown on Mary's head. Then she bent over and kissed Mary, driving her tongue deep inside of Mary's mouth, lingering there, exploring the nooks and crannies, mapping the area for future exploration. Finally Maureen broke off of the kiss. Mary saw Maureen holding the briefcase that she had in Mr. Stone's office earlier. Mary had one or two toys of her own at her house, but it appeared as if Maureen had an entire line of adult paraphenalia in the briefcase. Mary's mind took it all in as Maureen pulled the items, one by one, from the briefcase. Vibrators of all shapes and sizes, rubber cocks (small, medium, and large), strap-on belts, balls, eggs, beads, you name it, it was probably there. Lastly Mary saw Maureen pull a large double-headed dildo from the case. Maureen was spreading lubricant all over its length. Maureen climbed up on top of Mary. She was sliding one end of the dildo between her breasts and the other end between Mary's breasts. "Enjoy this Mare," Maureen said. "I know I'm going to." Maureen picked up the remote control and pressed "D." * CHAPTER 13 Mary never felt a sensation like this before. It was almost as if her consciousness had disconnected from her body. It seemed as if her body was a room and she was simply walking around in it. Even more disconcerting was the fact that someone else was in the room with her. At first she couldn't make out any details or discern where the other consciousness was. Shortly however, she began to become accustomed to feelings and thoughts. She found she could control them. As she became more acclimated to her surroundings she saw the other person in the room. She recognized her immediately. It was Diane Warren. * CHAPTER 14 "Hi Mary," the voice of Diane Warren resonated in Mary's mind. "Diane?" Mary thought back to her. Mary realized that they weren't actually speaking, but she understood everything Diane wanted her to hear. She wondered if the same was true for her. Did Diane know everything, or just what Mary wanted her to hear? "Welcome to HOTM," Diane continued. "You will thoroughly enjoy your time here and you'll get to know more about yourself, and what you are capable of, then you ever thought possible." Diane smiled at Mary. "Feel for yourself." Mary fell to the floor. She could feel herself being fucked, but she couldn't see who it was. It didn't matter who it was anyway, she thought to herself. Whoever was doing it was pretty damn good. Mary began to writhe on the floor. Her pussy felt so full, so damn full. "Oh my," Mary thought. "This IS nice." Diane stood over her and smiled. "Don't you want to see what is giving you so much pleasure? Don't you want to be a part of it?" Mary did want to be a part of it. She had never felt so good before. Nor so depraved. She wanted this and a lot more. "What do I need to do, Diane?' Mary gasped as she felt another thrust deep inside of dripping womb. "You and I are going to become ONE over the next 24 hours," Diane explained. "What you feel, I'll feel. What you want, I'll want. Whoever you fuck, I'll fuck. We'll have the time of our lives." Mary thought about it. She had always been a bit of a prude. Not that she didn't want to let go. Alone in her room, with her toys, she fantasized frequently. Normally about Mr. Stone. She hoped Diane didn't know that. She knew Diane and Mr. Stone were a good couple but that didn't stop her from fantasizing about him. "I'll do it Diane," Mary thought. * CHAPTER 15 Mary came out of her trance and saw Maureen on top of her. Maureen's dildo was buried deep inside of Mary's pussy. Maureen was twisting and pushing it ever deeper. Mary looked up at Maureen face. "It's deep enough Baby," Mary sighed. Maureen smirked. "I know you can get it deeper if you want to." Maureen raised herself up to a standing position. Mary was staring directly up at her completely bald pussy. It looked wet and inviting. The sight of it made tremors pulse through her labia. Mary reached down and grasped the dildo with one hand. She continued to twist and shove the monstrous toy deeper. With her other hand she began to massage her clit. Stroking the stiff little button, coaxing herself closer and closer to her climax. Maureen walked up until she stood directly over Mary's face, then she lowered herself, squatting so that her fully exposed clit and vaginal lips were in position for Mary's assault. Mary wasted no time in driving her tongue deep inside of Maureen's pussy. Even though Maureen was expecting it, she was surprised at how quickly Mary took to the merger with Diane's consciousness. She knew from experience that, even with the merger, Mary would not participate in something that was repulsive or morally wrong to her. Mary's tongue lapped, as her mouth sucked, Maureen's vaginal juices. Maureen had plenty to release for her, and Mary gave no indication that she was not going to get every drop she could. Mary felt her vaginal walls pulsating as her pussy sucked more and more of Maureen's two-headed twat toy into her already over-stuffed womb. She could feel the tip pressing hard against her cervix. The fullness made her climb closer and closer to her eventual release. Maureen's pussy was dripping fluid all over Mary's face. Mary knew that it was going to happen any moment. They both would finally get to cum. They both would get to experience that moment they longed for. "OH FUCK MARE!!!" Maureen screamed as the first throes of her orgasm washed over her. She dropped her clit down onto Mary's face, pushing and grinding it against Mary's rapidly flitting tongue. Mary finally reached the moment she had been begging for as well. With one final shove she clamped her legs tightly around the dildo, her fingers pressed against her throbbing clit, exhorting every last wave, every last tingle, to keep the throes of her pleasure coming. "FUCK ME! OH FUCKKKK MEEEEE!!!!" Mary screamed in ecstasy. With each wave of her climax the dildo drove deeper and deeper inside of her, and the deeper it went the more Mary blew over the top. Finally they both began to calm, the last few tremors passing through them, leaving them completely satisfied with their work. Later, in Maureen's bed, Mary straddled Maureen's face. She felt Maureen pushing the tip of a small vibrator against her asshole, knowing that momentarily it was going to enter her virginal tract. She thought about her deal with Diane. "What a day we're going to have," she thought. The vibrator pushed through, and into, the tight confines of her bowel. Mary screamed in pure pleasure as her third orgasm of the evening passed through her. Mary thought momentarily about what tomorrow would bring, but tonight she and Maureen had plans. She looked over at the bedside table where Maureen had laid out all of her toys. As another flood of vaginal syrup oozed into Maureen's mouth, Mary eyed the strap-on longingly. TO BE CONTINUED... HOTM I began to twist and shove the dildo, alternately screwing and driving the fake cock deeper into her. I wanted to find out just how much she could take. Em took a small silver vibrator from her briefcase and turned it on. The hum of the vibrator, coupled with the sloppy squishing the dildo made as it drove ever deeper, sounded wonderful. It almost sounded musical; a soothing sound as the sexual pressures rose in our bodies. The tip of the small vibrator began to massage her exposed clit, and I could feel the vibrations in the dildo shaft. Coupled with the tremors of Em's vaginal muscles, the dildo felt almost alive. Close to a foot of her demonstration tool had disappeared inside of her, yet her pussy showed no signs of slowing. It gobbled the rubbery thickness as if it hadn't been fed in weeks. Em's body showed all the signs of an impending orgasm. Her breathing, the flush of her skin, and the tremors in her body were reaching critical stages. It was going to be a beautiful sight. I drove the fake cock in another two inches and her tools finally did their job. Her already sopping pussy spewed forth rivers of hot juice. Her body spasmed uncontrollably. Patches of skin on her groin, abdomen, and upper thighs, splotched beet red, and then slowly returned to normal color. It was like watching a fireworks display under her skin. Her mouth flopped open and closed, like a fish. Normally this might have looked silly, but on her, in this situation, it was nothing short of exciting. Her eyes rolled in her head, fixed on nothing. She was totally lost in her orgasm and I was happy for her. I watched as she slowly regained her composure. The transformation was spectacular. Her eyes fixed on mine and she reached down and disengaged my hand from the dildo shaft, in turn, grasping it herself. She slowly pulled it out of her sucking vaginal canal, inch by inch, until I finally heard the "pop" like a champagne cork as the head was pulled, unwillingly, from her slit. She took alcohol wipes out of her briefcase and began to clean her toys. Methodically, every inch of the dildo and vibrator was wiped clean. As she did so she calmly spoke to me as if nothing had happened. "As you can see Don. Expert use of a good tool can make any job a success. Now if you'll drop your pants, I have a tool that I think will work wonders for you." "Believe me when I say that I am an expert with it", she said as she stared intently into my eyes. "Don't forget. I still need a deposit to make this transaction complete." I didn't need prodding. My cock felt like a titanium rod and I could already feel the wetness of my pre-cum soaking through my briefs and my trousers. I stood up, kicked off my shoes, and pulled my briefs and trousers to the floor. Stepping out of them, towards Em, I watched her eyes as my fully erect penis waggled and bobbed in front of her face. "Oh yes Don. Have I got the tool for you", she murmured. She reached into her briefcase and pulled out a small device. The best way I could describe it is, that it looked like a six inch long, four inch wide, four inch high, jet engine. The jet engine had a plastic strap dangling underneath of it. Em placed the engine on the back of her hand and fastened the strap across her palm. The engine was securely fastened to the back of her hand giving her thumb and fingers free movement. She turned a switch on and the engine came to life, humming the same methodical tone her silver vibrator had earlier. Em reached down into her briefcase and pulled out a small squeeze bottle. She squeezed a trail of liquid along the length of my cockshaft. She then squeezed a quarter sized dollop into the hand with the engine on its back. "Let me know if this works for you Don", she laughed. Her hand wrapped around my shaft and slowly began to massage its length. I know I practically jumped a foot when her hand grasped my cock. The engine was vibrating her hand rapidly, and the combination of vibration and lubricating oil, coupled with the excitement of watching Em orgasm earlier, ensured that I was not going to last long. My cockhead was pointed directly at her face, only an inch or two from her lips. Not wanting to spoil the moment I gave her plenty of warning. "Em. I'm going to cum. Oh my god! I'm going to cum so fucking hard!!" Em only moved closer. My cock slit was practically kissing her lower lip. "Oh God Em! I'm cumming RIGHT FUCKING NOW!!!", I screamed. A blast of white-hot gism burst onto her face, striking her on the bridge of her nose. Subsequent jets struck her left nostril, left cheek, left ear, and finally her lips. "Oh my Don", she said. "You certainly had a lot to give me didn't you?" She wasn't in the least perturbed that her face was drenched in gobs of stringy, dripping cum. As she spoke my last jet of goo struck her squarely on the tongue. She quickly swallowed and then lapped the dripping spunk off of her lips. "That's a very nice deposit Don", she giggled. Her hand never left my cock as she drained every last vestige of cum from my deflating cock. After we had cleaned up and dressed, I watched as she collected her things and prepared to leave. I tried to wrap my thoughts around what had just happened. Em smiled at me and pulled a business card from her suit jacket. She handed the card to me and then headed for the door. "Thank you very much for listening to my sales speech", she laughed and gave me a sly wink. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did." I looked at the business card. "HOTM thanks you for your business. Please call and rate your session", the card read. Another toll-free number was printed on the card. I stared at Em in disbelief. "H-O-T-M", I said. "Hot Em? Is that what it means?" Em laughed. "No Don. But I like that. Do you mind if I use it?" She was still chuckling as she walked out of my office. TO BE CONTINUED…