2 comments/ 26485 views/ 2 favorites Promo Girl By: mandywilluk2000 Kat wasn't a hooker, she wasn't a prostitute. She didn't charge a fee for sex and she didn't have clients. But sex was what she purveyed. She was a good time girl. A product of the millenium, a promo chick a big business groupie. It was her looks and body, together with sex, which provided her living. She had flirted with being an actress, but found taking rejection far too daunting. She couldn't put up with the rounds of auditions and beauty parades which are the lot of an aspiring actress. That was the time, though when she found that sex had such a part to play in so many things; wow big deal. What a revelation! As with many good looking girls in their early twenties in London, Kat wanted more from life than working in an office or a store. She hadn't got the height and looks to be a model, she couldn't crack it as an actress or dancer, she didn't have the qualifications to get into something like advertising or the contacts to wriggle her way into the music business and she simply would not have been able to stand 'serving' customers on planes. So, most of the typical 'glamour' jobs were out of reach. She had drifted into it, if she was honest. But then nobody chose being a promo girl as a living; it just happened, you just sort of became one, girls, pretty girls, that is, just ended up doing it. Kat was temping in the events management office of a US investment bank. Nothing clever or complicated, just helping organise a database of customers, but it did pay thirty five pounds and hour and she got to work in the main building at Canary Wharf, right up on the forty fourth floor: very sumptuous surroundings. "Phone that fucking agency and tell them we need the fucking girls here at three not four, the stupid aresholes," the manager of the department screamed at her. "Me?" Kat said. "Who the fuck else is there here, of course you." That's how she got in. The assistant who should have done that was away from her desk so Kat phoned the promotion agency and organised the eight hostesses. Not only did she do that efficiently to the satisfaction of the foulmouthed Events Manager, but also got the agency off the hook for nearly screwing up. "Hi I'm Mike Blessed, from the agency," the rather tasty looking, fortyish bloke leaning over the waist high screen round her work station was saying. "You're Kate aren't you?" "Well Kat actually, I don't like Kate and I will never forgive my parents for that." "Not even with Ms Blanchett popularising it nowadays." "Hers is Cate, with a C, not with a bloody K as mine is." "Ah well," he said beaming her a broad smile "What's in a letter or a spelling?" Kat smiled, she liked being flirted with and whilst at her age, just twenty two, Mike was rather on the old side for her, she felt very attracted to him. In any case she had always preferred 'older men.' "Not much really," she replied noting his gaze quite unashamedly running up and down her body as if measuring her up. She felt a little shiver go through her when his intensely blue eyes met and held her green eyed, stare. "I just wanted to thank you for rescuing us the other day, it was kind of you." "Well Marcus is a pig, so I was pleased to do it." "You're a temp here aren't you Kat, with a K." "Yes Mike with an M, I am." "Like a proper job?" "Such as?" And that's how Kat with a K became a promo girl. **** The first few jobs were straightforward. Handing out leaflets at a football match, working on a stand at a trade fair and acting as a receptionist at a product launch for a car company. Kat enjoyed it. Although the hours were sometime very long, the pay was good, the work surroundings were generally fine, she got to stay in nice hotels and the people, mostly girls, she worked with were great. Inevitably, as she knew it was for Mike had warned her, she had to take her turns at the flashtit, as they all called it, stuff. This was usually wearing a bikini and being draped over car bonnets or parading up and down at a trade shows or at outdoor sites handing out leaflets very scantily dressed. "Rough with the smooth Kat," Mike said when he popped into Earls Court to see the girls after Kat had been working for him for a few weeks. "What do you mean?" she asked, feeling a little shudder go through her as his forthright gaze swept up and down her nearly bare body lingering, it seemed on her breasts. Although they were full, they were not really large, but they had fairly prominent nipples that always looked as if they were hard. "You're on corporate for the next few weeks, in London, Paris and Geneva, lucky girl." Corporate was the plum job. Mike never put newcomers on it, no matter how pretty they were, until they had proved themselves on the less important stuff. Kat had done very well to get on it within a month or so of starting with the Speechley Goodman promotions agency. The corporate division worked for big companies usually providing hostesses, receptionist and general helpers for company conferences and conventions, product launches, AGMs and the like. Usually they were big gatherings and the agency would provide anywhere between ten and fifty girls. Sometimes, though they were smaller, perhaps a company board meeting or a reception or party. Then there might just be two or three girls present. **** Kat was not one of those girls who claimed to love men's pricks. She did not have a penis fascination. To her they served a purpose and did that wonderfully well. And that purpose was to fill her as full as possible then fuck her hard until it made her cum. This was different though. This cock was gorgeous. It was the son of the Chairman of a small, boutique, very discrete investment bank who owned the cock. Not only was it longer and rounder than most that Kat had seen, but it was beautifully smooth, perfectly shaped, uncut and, as it slid in and out of her mouth, she noted it was stunningly hard and wonderfully warm. She and two other girls from the SG agency were working for the company at a week long series of presentations to existing and prospective clients, all very high wealth individuals. They had started in London on the Sunday afternoon, worked there that evening and all day Monday then had been taken by private jet from Blackbush to Geneva then on to Paris and back here to London at the Lanesborough on the Thursday evening to finish the presentation on the Friday. An exhausting, but nevertheless exhilarating, wonderfully well paid and exciting commission. And not only was the pay good, but she also got to keep the two Hermes suits, one with trousers the other a skirt, that the bank supplied. Hamilton, the son of the owner, had been attracted to Kat from when they met on the Sunday. He had been told by the manager who arranges these functions that the SG girls probably would put out for the bank's 'big wigs,' but that they were not hookers and should not be offered to the clients. "I have another source for that, so if any clients want it let me know," he'd explained to Ham. During the few months Kat had been with SG, it had gradually dawned on her that many, maybe most even, of the girls did provide more than hostess or admin duties. "If he's nice and I fancy him, why not? There's always a nice present at the end," one of the girls Kat worked with several times had told her. "I only do it when working corporate," another had said whilst yet another had offered. "I don't mind doing it corporate or not, after all I can triple, at least my salary that way and get great pressies." Kat was not especially promiscuous, but then neither was she shy in getting her knickers off for the right guys. Although she didn't have a different partner each week or anything like that, by the time she joined SG, her bedpost was certainly too small to take all the notches it would need to record the number of lovers she'd had. So with the girls she worked with in the first few weeks she let it be known, albeit subtly, that she would be up for it if the right opportunity presented itself. The opportunity had began to present itself in Geneva, when Hamilton seemed to take Kat under his wing. He was especially attentive and very complimentary to her about the way she was organising both the appointments with the hard to handle clients and also the back to back hourly presentations by the financial analysts. He held her elbow as they walked out of the presentation rooms, he touched her shoulder and then pecked her on the cheek goodnight after dinner in Geneva on the Tuesday. Undressing in her hotel room she had half expected a knock on the door and as she climbed into bed naked she actually felt a tinge of disappointment. "Maybe we could have dinner tonight," the quiet, unassuming son of the chairman said half way through the proceedings at the George Cinq in Paris on the Wednesday afternoon. "I know father is entertaining tonight and won't need us. She agreed. "So what's on this evening?" Fiona had asked around four in the afternoon. "Well actually Fi, Ham has asked me out to dinner." "Oh fucking brilliant, leave me by myself in fucking Paris." "I'm sorry, I'll cancel him," Kat immediately offered. "Kat, luv, don't be silly. If you've got the chance to bed Hamilton Burleigh, fuck Fiona Mattingson, You go for it, I would." As it happens, Kat didn't bed Hamilton that evening. It was going along nicely and was heading that way, but a phone call from dad around nine summoning Ham to a meeting stymied it. "I am so sorry to mess up your evening Kat," Hamilton so politely said as they left Les Moulins on the left bank and climbed into the Mercedes limo. He dropped her off at the George Cinq, giving her a gentle kiss on both cheeks as they stood in the sumptuous reception. "Maybe I can make it up tomorrow?" He whispered. "I'm sure you can and will," Kat replied, feeling quite pleased with her evening's performance. They had finished early on the Thursday and dad and most of the bank's executives had gone home to their London homes. Kat and Fiona, Hamilton and two other senior managers had stayed at the hotel. "Er I'm all fixed up tonight," Fiona smiled as they visited the ladies after the last presentation. "Oh that's good," Kat said genuinely pleased for her colleague. "Yes Matthew Henderson has asked me to dinner." Kat never got to go out to dinner with Ham. Despite its splendour, room service in any hotel is hardly going out to dinner is it? But having said that, it's a brilliant way to have an evening of sex. "How about dinner in my suite?" Ham had said as they wrapped things up around five. "Whatever you prefer?" Kat had replied. "What time?" "Why not now, just as we are, no fuss, no bother," he'd replied. And that was how Kat came to be kneeling on the luxurious, thick pile carpet of the Lanesborough, her dark blue suit jacket and white, silk blouse undone, her tight skirt pulled up round her waist, her tits pulled out from her bra and Hamilton's cock deep in her mouth. **** Kevin was quite a different kettle of fish to the clients who Kat had become used to during the nine months or so she had been a promo girl. He didn't just want a quick fuck, he wanted an affair. Whilst some of the dozen or so guys she'd had sex with as part of her job asked to see her again, it was purely for sex. So she would meet them in a bar or restaurant, occasionally their hotel, have dinner, maybe go to a club or a casino and end up in their bed, usually in a hotel, but sometimes in 'the company flat.' Always, though, she was treated exceptionally well, was taken to the top restaurants and clubs and was 'rewarded' with fantastic presents. Kevin, on the other hand, certainly wanted sex, but also something more. Not love, not quite that, for he told Kat he loved his wife. But he wanted more than just a quick fuck now and then. He liked taking her out, being seen with her, being seen with a woman nearly twenty years his junior, being seen to be able still to pull the young birds. And that, Kat worked out, was what it was with this guy who owned a successful business in the oil industry. He needed to hang onto his youth and the key way to do that was to pull and fuck women in their late teens and early twenties. Hamilton, was completely the other way, with regard to Kat that is not his sexuality, although Kat heard enough from him to suspect he was quite bi; public schools for you she thought. She wasn't in the least concerned about that, although as she sucked his cock she sometimes wondered whose mouth it may have been in the night before? After going with him to his suite that very first time, he had immediately kissed her. He told her he'd wanted to do that all week and that he fancied her so much that when he was around her "I have a permanent hard on," he explained pressing his erection against her tummy. He was quite different when they were alone than with a crowd, much more open, confident and assured. "See that's what you do to me," he'd said squeezing her breast with one hand, her bum with the other and pulling her stomach hard against his cock. Kat forgot this was work, well sort of. She let herself get carried away a little and whispered. "Well what should we do about that do you think?" She said, as his fingers fumbled the buttons on her blouse undone. "Mmmm what lovely tits," he groaned confidently sliding his hand into the cup of her white, lacy Janet Reger bra that had cost her a fortune. "Thank you kind sir," she smiled kissing him again as she began to lose her nervousness. His hands were on her bum, squeezing and kneading it and pulling her skirt slowly up her legs as she and he continued the deep, tongue probing kiss. "Oh fuck me," he said in his rather plumby accent when he broke the kiss and his hand worked out she was wearing self support stockings. "Don't tell me you've been wearing these all week?" "No, I went to my room just before we came here, remember?" "Oh yes." "I changed some of the essentials for you?" "Wow, that's fantastic," he said holding her at arms length and running his eyes up and down her body. She wasn't sure whether he was referring to the fact she had changed or to the matching, white, lacy JR thong and the lacy topped holdup stockings that he could now see. Her suit jacket and blouse were undone, her tits had been pulled out of her bra, her skirt was bunched round her waist and her tiny thong and stocking tops were very much on view. His shirt was open to the waist and his belt was undone. His erection was very evident inside the beautifully tailored thin wool trouser. "I'll show you what we should do about it?" He said slowly sliding his zip down. It was then that he moved backwards and propped himself against a table just as he let his trousers slide down his long legs. "Pull them down Kat," he croaked putting his fingers inside the waist of his boxers, which as she took hold of them she noticed were silk. Her throat went dry as she slid them down and saw his cock for the first time. She felt nervous, but had no idea why. His hands were on her shoulders, inside the suit jacket and blouse, on her bare skin, they felt nice. Hers, both of them, were holding his erection, softly almost absentmindedly stroking it and his balls, which Kat saw and felt were big and heavy. She liked men's balls and would often spend ages with a lover stroking, cupping, squeezing and sucking them. She felt a pressure on her shoulders. He was pushing her downwards. She didn't understand at first, but then it clicked. She let her body react to the pressure and slowly sank down until she was kneeling before. Looking up at him, her black hair cascading down over her shoulder with a few locks falling down her chest accentuating the whiteness of her skin, she licked the length of his cock and smiled. "Am I on the right tracks?" Although in every way in the boardrooms, restaurants, meetings and receptions where Kat had seen him, Hamilton had been the perfect gentlemen, in the bedroom, forgive the irrelevance of them being in a lounge, he became something different. Not for him the convention of offering to wear a condom, not for him the tradition of letting the sucker lead the way and not for him the formality of warning of his impending ejaculation. No, once Kat had taken him into her mouth, he grabbed her head, held it tight and started to fuck her face. He made her deep throat him, well as much as she could and gave no warning other than a deep growl of his impending climax. And to top it all he came all over her face. 'The irony of the whole fucking charade' Kat thought as she cleaned herself in the sumptuous bathroom, was that she enjoyed it. She stayed the night with him. They had sex before going to sleep and again early the next morning, before she did the walk of shame back to her own room to get ready for work. He wasn't that good at actually fucking her. He was in far too much of a hurry and so much more concerned with his own satisfaction than pleasing her that it all became rushed and rather frantic. That was all made worthwhile, however, when they were finishing up on the Friday afternoon. "Thanks Kat, for a wonderful night," he said quietly so no one else would here as he gave her a small package. "I hope we can do it again sometime." She opened it on the tube home. It was a beautiful Fendi clutch bag and matching purse. Inside the purse were ten, crisp red fifty pound notes. If that was Kat's rather contradictory introduction to the behind the scenes world of promotions work, her next jaunt, which was with Kevin, was much more straightforward. She was on her second job with him when he fucked her. There had seemed little doubt that he would right from the moment she met him. In fact before then really, because when Mike had told her of the project he had described Kevin as 'quite a player." He was so right and, without any doubt, it was a great fuck, a memorable one really. He had asked her to go out with him after a series of presentations in London and Aberdeen had finished. He had picked her up from her flat in Bayswater in a chauffeur driven Bentley. They had drinks at a club in Curzon Street, dinner at Nobu and then went to a club in Jermyn Street where they had danced and he had stroked her bum and touched the sides of her tits. It really was a date, not an extension of work, she realised. Kat, like many of the other girls, had become a little cynical when anyone connected with work asked them out and she knew she had to guard against that. On the short drive across Hyde Park from the club to her flat, he kissed her and she kissed him back. He had earned it, he deserved it and she wanted to do it. He had pushed her back into the corner of the leather seat and was almost lying on top of her, certainly his crotch was pressed firmly against the top of her thigh. As they kissed so his hand ran up and down her back and side. From just beneath her armpit to just below her waist. He squeezed her hip, stroked the side of her stomach, pushed round a bit onto the side of her bum, which was squashed against the seat. Her arm was round his neck, her fingers ruffling his long, wavy hair. He touched her breast, she jumped and let out a little sigh; it felt so good. Kevin felt more than saw her reaction, he was good at noting such things, but then 'quite a player' had to be, it was part of their job really. It told him that the gate was open, she was giving him the green light, she was clearly up for it. He cupped her breast and squeezed it. She had nice breasts, but then the girls he went after always did. Not big, not D or DD cup udders as his wife had. Over the years he had come to dislike big, floppy tits. He now preferred pert little B or at a push C cup jobbies, just like the one of Cat's, which was now in his hand. Promo Girl From over his shoulder, Kat saw that they were leaving the park. She pushed him off. "We're nearly home," she said feeling a little embarrassed with the driver so close. Releasing her breast and straightening up, Kevin smiled and said. "Yes Kat we were nearly home there." She got his double entendre and couldn't help smiling. "Now, now," she replied smoothing down the skirt of yellow silk, sheath dress. "Now, now what?" "Nothing," she smiled plumping up her hair. "I was hoping now, now, would you like to come in for coffee?" Kat lowered her voice. "What about the driver?" "You want two of us, well I never took you to be like that Kat." She laughed again, it was nice going out with someone who made her laugh, she thought. "No what will he do?" "He'll wait in the car." "That's a bit unfair isn't it?" "Well it's his job, he's on double time after twelve, he don't care how long he waits." "Does he work for your company then?" "Yes, it means I can drink and don't have to drive and I can work in the car as I travel round the company. It's convenient. And Col earns more the longer he waits." "Yes I see that." "So he wouldn't mind if he had to wait all night," he was saying as they pulled up outside the Victorian house where her flat was on the top floor. Colin didn't have to wait all night, just most of it. Kat had to admit that Kevin made brilliant love to her, twice actually in just over an hour. They were only just inside the flat when he took her in his arms, kissed her deeply and whispered. "I will be safe with you won't I Kat?" Again she laughed as she replied "Will I with you?" as they kissed. "Do you want to be?" He asked cupping her breast. Giggling, she muttered as the lovely sensations flooded through her, "I'm not sure I do actually. "Good," Kevin whispered undoing the zip on the back of her dress "Because young lady I am going to fuck you as you've never been fucked before." And he was as good as his word. Kat was a little worried when Kevin rather roughly yanked the skirt of the yellow silk Chloe dress up and bunched it round her waist. It wasn't that she felt totally exposed, but that she didn't want the dress damaged. It had been a present from a client who had taken her shopping in Harvey Nicks after fucking her nearly all night in the Hyde Park Hotel. "Here, let me take it off," she whispered as they broke the kiss. "Oh no baby, no way," Kevin replied, sucking at her breast through the diaphanous, Lejaby bra, also bought on that same shopping trip. She cradled his head to her boob as he sucked and gently chewed her rapidly growing nipple. "It'll get creased and ruined," Kat persisted. "Fuck it, if it does I'll buy you another," he grunted as he pulled the thin lace of the bra away from Kat's tit and drew her swollen nipple into his mouth. She knew it was no use fighting him and, in any case, the feelings from her breast and now from his hand between her legs were taking her into a couldn't care less mood. As, what were probably, her final signs of submission, Kat shoved her tongue deep into Kevin's mouth and slipped her hand between their bodies and rubbed his erection. Not that he really needed any further encouragement, but those actions sent him over the top in his lust for this slim, young woman. "You sexy little bitch," he growled turning her round and pushing her forward so that she was forced to support herself on the hall table where she left her keys and other bits and pieces. Pushing her head forward so her face was squashed against the wood of the table, he fumbled with his belt and zip. Kat shuddered when she felt the heat and hardness of his erection against the bare cheek of her bum sticking out from the ridiculously flimsy, yet horrendously expensive thong, which was another gift from Harvey Nichs. Her female, sexual instincts suggested what was going to happen next; they weren't wrong. Kevin pulled the slither of lace to one side, pushed his erection right against her lips and then with one shrug of his hips he surged right up her welcoming and very wet cunt. She had of course been fucked in such a position before, but not as brilliantly as this. Kevin was wrapped round her body, his chest pressed against her back, his arms were round her and his hands were holding, squeezing and pinching her breasts. He had pushed her shoulder length, black hair away from her neck and ears and was kissing and licking her neck and then sending surprisingly strong sensations through her by pushing his tongue into her ear. And of course as all that was going on he was fucking her. He was thrusting up and down and in and out of her. He was ramming himself as far up her as he could go then taking it almost all the way out. He slammed himself in and out fast and hard and then pushed right up and held it there, ramrod hard and very still. The sensations were amazing for Kat. She wasn't sure what to do, but she responded as best she could as her bodily demands indicated. She pushed back at him, she writhed her torso, she moved it at the same tempo as him and she tried to grip his cock with her internal muscles. She opened her legs wide, but then, as wave after wave of the most extreme sexual sensations rolled over her, she closed them tight crossing her thighs in an effort to squeeze even more pleasure from his cock. Kevin moved his hands from her nice little tits and grabbed her hips. He leaned back a little looking at her lovely arse, her slim back still with the bra strap round it and done up, the expensive dress bunched round her waist and the tiny thong pushed to one side. He gazed at her black hair and her face, which was turned to one side, pressed against the table, her eyes scrunched closed and her mouth open as if she was gasping for air. Gripping her hips hard enough to hurt her a little, which oddly was absolutely right for the circumstances, he fucked her hard and fast, slamming his cock in and out of her willing pussy. It didn't last that long. It couldn't and didn't need to. It was a fuck they both wanted and needed, it was a fuck that had been building up for some time. So it was no surprise to either of them, if they had been thinking rationally which they weren't, when, Kevin started grunting. "Yes, fucking yes, I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum." "Good, good cum yes, do me, finish me, make me cum." And that is exactly what he did. With several more hard thrusts and a series of deep grunts, he brought Kat to the edge of her orgasm before holding his cock rigid as far in her as he could and then exploding. Her legs gave way and Kevin collapsed on top of her as they both fell onto the table, panting and sighing with post climax satisfaction. **** Kat did more work for Kevin's company, but over the next few weeks it was the non work activity that became paramount for both of them. They were having an affair. It wasn't a typical affair, though, for an affair between a promo girl and a client, particularly a married client, could never really be typical. Whilst promo girls and clients, or even ex clients, who have affairs go on dates and spend time together, just as 'normal' couples do, there is one significant difference; the client always pays for the pleasure of the promo girls company and of course for fucking her as well. And Kevin paid plenty for Kat's company and for fucking her, which he did frequently. He lavished gifts on her, particularly underwear, but also a Cartier watch, jewelry and clothing, bags and purses and loads of bits and pieces. He loved buying and giving presents almost as much as she enjoyed receiving them. They went to the top restaurants and clubs in and around London, occasionally stayed in luxury hotels and he took her along on some of his business trips, although they always traveled separately. Most of their sex was at her flat, but occasionally he took her to an apartment he owned in Docklands. He explained that he had bought it to avoid traveling all the way out to Essex after heavy nights in town, adding. "In truth though we rarely use it now I have the chauffeur so it's a bit of a white elephant." A few weeks later, just after they'd had great sex in her flat, Kevin saying "Why don't you give up the promotions work?" had started Kat thinking about their 'affair.' He had gone to suggest that she join his company as Promotions and Events Manager. "We're always running some do or the other and you could do it with your hands tied behind your back," he'd said. She knew that what he was offering was really just a way to stop her 'seeing' other clients for he had gone about that at some length. Him saying "You have sex with them don't you?" Started their first real argument. Kat's response "Well you have sex with your wife and your other bimbos," had infuriated him. He had screamed and shouted at her for some time, before eventually calming down, apologizing and making superb love to her. Over the next few days following that argument, Kat thought more about his suggestion. The more she thought about it, the more attractive it became to her to her, particularly when he told her that the Promotions and Events Manager position would carry a sixty grand salary plus a car. "What sort of car?" She asked smiling as she gripped his cock slighly harder and bent her head forward towards it. They were in Kevin's Docklands flat. It was a sumptuous two to three bedroom two and half bathroom apartment overlooking the Thames. It had a large, almost totally secluded balcony where they were sitting in the fading light of the early September evening. They'd had sex half an hour or so ago laying side by side on the sofa underneath the huge square umbrella when he had broached the subject of the job. As she softly kissed the tip of his cock and then ran the tip of her tongue from where it joined his balls he grunted. "A golf or something." She licked it a few more times before closing her lips round its bulbous end and sliding its semi hardness into her mouth. She slid her mouth up and down its hardening length several times. Moving her lips away she muttered. "I don't like VW's" before continuing to suck him and run her fingertips over his balls. Kevin had been sucked by probably well over a hundred women in his thirty odd years of sexual activity. From his wife, through the numerous mistresses and bits on the side that he fucked to the many call girls, escorts and masseurs he had on his travels their mouths and lips came in all shapes and sizes. So he had quite a 'portfolio' of oral experiences against which he could measure 'his' Kat. And whatever criteria he applied she measured up very well indeed. She had a creativity to the way she made oral love to him. That brought a freshness to the act and provided him with surprises and new thrills each time she sucked him. Kat hadn't always been an avid fan of oral sex, well not giving, but she had been of receiving from the first time a man's tongue touched her lips and clit when she was barely eighteen she had loved being 'done' that way. Once she had really gotten into having men's heads between her legs, so she had sort of resolved to give, at least, as good as she got that way. So she had thought about it, worked at it, learned from what the better ones did to her and she'd read stuff on the web. Thus, as she became more experienced as a promo girl, so she also became more dept at providing her, generally, fairly sophisticated clients with a level of oral sex that few had previously experienced. That, in turn, made her more popular as a promo girl and led to her having more frequent dates with her clients and ex clients than most of her colleagues. Taking Kevin's cock from her expert mouth she looked up at him and said. "Well?" She slid it back in, but just a few inches concentrating her pursed lips and tongue right on the bulbous head. "A Mini," Kat didn't even take Kevin's cock out if his mouth to mutter "Fuck off." Kevin knew he was being worked, but thought what a wonderful way to be worked as Kat's eyes met his and her, rather long he noticed for the first time, tongue ran down from the very tip of his cock and right into his balls. "Cooper S?" Holding his erection in her hand she made as if to get up. "No room in the back." "What then?" Stroking his erection and just about managing to hold his gaze out of the tops of her eyes, she sucked one, then the other and then both of his balls into her mouth. Rolling them around in there and kneading them with her tongue she continued staring at him as she brought her hand up between his legs. She gently scratched that wonderfully sensitive patch of skin between his balls and his bum. It made Kevin gasp with pleasure and open his legs even wider suggesting he wanted more. She took his balls from her mouth and licked round the glistening purple head of his cock, she could taste the salty pre cum oozing from it. "A BM," she said as she slid her finger into the crevice of his bum and sucked the knob end into her mouth pressing the tip of her tongues right against the hole in the end of his cock. "Jesus Christ he groaned grabbing her hair and yanking on it as he felt her fingertip press right on his bum hole. "You got it," "What model?" "A one series." She took her finger away. "Fuck off." "What then, what the fuck do you want?" He groaned as she buried him as deep into her throat as he'd ever been. "A Z four," she said firmly fucking his cock with her lips. He didn't reply immediately thinking how the fuck he would get that past his astute Indian accountant and his even more astute wife, Amanda, who was peripherally involved in the business. But as Kat ran his cock up and down between her tightened lips and the sensations built up, so he stopped caring about such menial things. What the fuck did the cost of a poxy car compare to the pleasure she was giving him? She started moving faster and then even faster. It was building up, he could feel it, he knew he was nearly ready, he was about to cum and then she stopped. "Well?" "Fuck it yes have a poxy Z four," he said as his cock exploded and his cum splattered all over her face and chest. **** Being a promo girl, having dates and mini affairs with a range of guys was one thing, , being a 'kept' woman was something else indeed, Kat quickly found out. For that really was what she became once she was on Kevin's payroll and they had gone together and bought her Z4 from a dealership in Park Lane, Mayfair. As a promo girl, she never really asked personal questions about the men who 'dated' her. If they wanted to talk about their private lives, of course she listened. As it happens most did, she found out to her surprise, particularly after they had just had sex. Was it some cathartic measure she wondered that many felt the need to talk about their wives as she lay next to them? She never understood, but then she didn't really try; after all the ability to put many things out of your mind was a key element of being a promo girl. Even with Kevin, who she had been closer to than any other client even before she 'went on the payroll,' she was careful not to ask many questions. She knew he was married with a daughter, but she put that to one side, she cast it from her mind, she didn't think about the 'little wife at home' as the husband took her to clubs and restaurants and fucked her in her flat in Bayswater. That is, not when her relationship with him was client to promo girl. When it changed, though, to lover and mistress so did her views on that issue. She couldn't help thinking about Amanda, his wife. Couldn't help wondering where Amanda thought he was those nights when he was with her until the early hours. Couldn't help pondering on how he got away with taking her on trips to Europe and occasionally the US. Alright, they usually traveled separately as a precaution and Kevin was careful not to book her flights through the company, but she was permanently aware that he was cheating on his wife in a massive way. What Kat didn't know was that the bastard was also cheating on her. Kevin had this insatiable appetite for young birds. That and a platinum Amex was enough to ensure that he had a steady supply of those. Kat was dreading it; meeting Amanda that is. She knew it would have to happen for she was in the main office quite often and Amanda, being a director and large minority shareholder came in occasionally. "So you're the new Events Manager," Amanda said to her as she walked into Kat's office one morning when Kevin was away on a business trip. "I'm Amanda Williams," she said holding her hand out to Kat as she stood up behind her desk. Feeling enormously nervous, Kat stood up, possibly blushed, as she was prone to do when worried or embarrassed and at that moment she was both, and held her hand out to shake Amanda's. "Hi I'm Kate Meyer." "Yes I know, welcome to the company." "Thanks Missus Williams." "Amanda please, looking at you makes me feel old," Kevin's wife said smiling. "Being called missus just makes it worse." "Ok thanks Amanda," Kat replied, instantly liking the older woman who she felt looked fantastic with her loose, shoulder-length chestnut hair and marvelously rounded figure. They chatted for a while and had a coffee together, agreeing to meet again when Amanda was next in the office. "Why do you sod around with bits on the side like me?" Kat asked Kevin as they lay side by side on the bed few afternoons later having just had an energetic fuck. He had returned from his trip to the Middle East a day earlier than Amanda thought he was returning, thus enabling him spend the entire previous night with Kat. "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean." "No I don't, well ok I get what you mean, but why ask it?" "Because I met Amanda." 'Oh fuck' Kevin thought, but replied "And?" "I thought she was lovely." "Of course she is, I wouldn't have married her otherwise." "So why cheat on her?" Kat asked standing up and walking naked over to the champagne in the ice bucket on the dressing table. "Don't ask stupid questions," he growled holding his glass out and staring at Kat's small, but large nippled tits and shaved pubes. To him she looked fucking ravishing. He was turned on by youth almost as much as a pretty face and a slim figure and Kat had the lot. Early twenties, no excess fat, one hundred twenty pounds max. and B cup boobs, fucking brilliant "It's not stupid," she retorted pouring champagne into both glasses. "It is fucking stupid. Men just do that." "Not all men." "No, just most if they have the chance as I do, so I do." "That's ridiculous Kevin and you know it." "Look, I think you are totally gorgeous to look at." "But so is Amanda." "She's too fat." Kat laughed. "She's not fat, she's just er, rounded, she's got a great figure." "It's too rounded. When I married her she was like you, look at her now?" "I did and she's fine." "No she's not, her tits are big and saggy, like udders." "Don't be daft, it's wonderful and most men prefer big tits, I was thinking of having mine enhanced." "Don't you dare, I prefer slim bodies and small tits like yours." "Well I think your wife looks fabulous." "You sound as though you fuckingwell fancy her." Kat laughed, thinking back to the few girly experiences she'd had. "Well do you?" He persisted adding with a laugh. "I could probably set her up for you if you want." Standing beside the bed looking down at her lover, Kat sipped her wine before answering. "No thanks Kevin, I think Amanda and I could do that if we felt inclined. "Fucking hell Kat, stop it," he said putting his hand on his cock. "The idea of you and her together is getting me hard. Have you been with other women?" Promo Girl "Oh yes, so it is," she said looking at his hardening dick and adding "Who hasn't, I'm a promo girl, remember?" "Was," he corrected her. Yes ok I was a promo girl. Are the two of you into that?" "Into what?" "Swinging or threesomes, that sort of stuff." "No, unfortunately, she won't play." "But you would like to I assume." "Yes I would, that's one of the problems between us, she's lost her appetite for experimenting and trying new things. She' no longer as adventurous as she was when she was younger." "Hence, your bits on the side like me I suppose." "Some, but not you, you're special." Smiling she muttered "Yeah they all say that." "It's true, you're the first girl I have gone this far with regarding works and all that stuff. "And that's because I'm adventurous is it?" Kat said a little disgusted, but also quite pleased really, "In a way yes." "In what way, Kevin?" She asked noting that his cock was now fully erect and his fingers were idly stroking it. That was a habit of his, which she found an enormous turn on. "In this way," he growled grabbing her hand, pulling her onto the bed, turning her onto her front, forcing her legs open and running his fingers into the crease of her bum. He kissed each cheek, slid his fingers along the exposed lips of her pussy and said. "KY, oil, or this?" as he held his wet fingers under her nose. **** Amanda was suspicious of Kat, but then she was of any young women who got close to her husband. She had good cause to be for she had caught him out twice playing away from home. Both times were with girls almost young enough to be his daughter, both times with slim girls with stick-like, size zero figures and tiny tits, yes both times with girls very similar to Kat. That said, she liked her and she had to admit from what she heard she did a great job. Amanda was just starting back to work after taking a few years off bringing up their daughter Sara who was now eleven. Although she and Kevin had, in the main, a good marriage and up until a short while ago she had felt they would be together the rest of their lives, she was now, quite naturally suspicious of him. She had tried to keep him happy and the marriage together by being active in bed, never turning him down and recently even swallowing his cum and having anal with him fairly regularly, things she found hard to do. Also, after saying no for probably two years she had recently, well in the past six months, agreed to posing for him as he took photographs of her. She had found it difficult at first to pose with her blouse undone showing her bra or bending forward wearing ridiculously short skirts so she flashed her knickers. She got used to that sort of pose and gradually he took her further. He persuaded her to let him take shots in her underwear, then without a bra, naked and finally touching herself as she simulated masturbation. Amanda began to get big kicks from posing and lots of pleasure from the way that they rarely finished a session without him shagging her. And that meant that she no longer needed to simulate masturbation. She had started to 'make love to the camera' and as he busied himself taking shot after shot of her, so she would start to get herself off, without him even having to ask. She was beginning to think that all of this was working and that the 'bad times' were behind them for he regularly professed his love for her. She persuaded herself that she was doing the right thing simply to keep the marriage together and to provide Sara with a family unit of a mother and father. She was even now not rejecting out of hand his suggestion that they should try joining a swinging club to 'really spice things up.' So overall, things were not too bad between them. The businesses were doing well, they had the 'near mansion' just outside London in Essex, the apartment in Marbella and the Docklands flat. They were part of the new century. Everything was booming, there were no downsides, house prices and stockmarkets were roaring away and it was inconceivable that anything would come along and fuck up such lifestyles. They were having the central heating in their Essex house drained and washed through so they had decided to stay in the apartment near Canary Wharf one weekend. Amanda had decided to make it a little special 'We can spend some lovetime together,' she thought, knowing that Sara was staying with her grandparents. She had just learned how to use the Internet to buy stuff and she had ordered a load of sexy lingerie. This included thongs, suspender belts, basques and half cup bras plus two new vibrators; one cock like in size and shape, but the other was shorter and thinner 'Especially for him where he wants it most, but is shy to say,' was the tag line on the ad. In her mind she imagined that on the Saturday afternoon he would take some shots of her in her new lingerie on the, fairly, but not totally, secluded balcony. The fact that others might see them would simply add to their excitement she thought. The evening she would introduce him to her new toys. On the Thursday, she shoved all her new gear into a big Mulberry holdall, added the toys, some oil and KY 'Just in case' she thought. She found his latest gizmo, which was the recently launched Canon SLR digital camera, and shoved that in too. The plan was to drop them off at the Docklands apartment so that she wouldn't have to smuggle them in when she and Kevin arrived together on the Saturday morning. "What's that?" Kat asked. "What this?" Kevin replied thrusting his cock deeper into her arse. "No, that noise," "What noise?" "Listen," she said leaning across the bed to the console which controlled the TV and other stuff. She turned it down, but was too late. "Fuck it's someone walking up the stairs," Kevin was saying just as the bedroom door opened. Looking over their shoulders they both saw Amanda standing there with a pile of underwear under one arm and two vibrators in the other. **** Amanda simply turned and walked out of the apartment. She never spoke to Kevin again or allowed him back in the house in Essex. He moved in temporarily with Kat in the Bayswater flat, but desperately tried to get Amanda back; he really was a total disciple of having one's cake and eating it. Kat and he broke up soon after. She couldn't stand his cloying closeness and the way that now he didn't have Amanda, he talked about her all the time. He became increasingly possessive and suspicious about her and their relationship started to fall apart. Amanda was devastated. It was clearly the absolute end to her marriage, it really was three strikes and out for Kevin. It would be very difficult for any wife to overcome finding her husband in bed with another woman; it would surely be impossible for her to overcome finding her husband with his cock buried deep into the arse of a promo girl.