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The £100,000 + PA

By: danishmichaela



"What did he do next?"

"He kissed me again," I said as Marc's hand cupped my left breast.

"And?"

"I responded."

"Was your mouth open?"

"Yes it was."

"Was his tongue in your mouth?"

"Yes, probably."

"And yours, was that in his?"

"Yes, I think it was?" I told him as he Marct over, took my nipple into his mouth and sucked it quite hard, just as he knew I liked it. "Hold on a moment, let me get rid of these," I said removing my glasses.

"Was he touching you as well?"

"Yes, of course," I said reaching down and taking my Marc's familiar cock in my hand.

"Where?"

"My breasts mainly?"

"Anywhere else?"

"Yes."

"Where?"

"You can guess where, Marc? After all we were in a car in a dark, quiet place after a romantic dinner and a bottle or so of wine."

"Were you wearing a skirt?"

"Yes, I was in my red suit."

"The one with three buttons up the jacket?"

"Yes and the tight skirt, it's DKNY," I said, as his hand closed round mine on his dick.

We were in bed in my flat in Highgate. Marc is my live in lover. We had been together on and off for a couple of years and about six months ago I let him move in. We have an open relationship, where both of us do our own thing, but always get back with each other. It had become a thing between us that Marc insisted I tell him the detail about my adventures. He got off big time on that, but I did not. Well actually I did telling him, but felt no need to hear him tell me about the young actresses he had fucked or the older actors who had propositioned him.

"Did he undo the jacket?"

"Yes."

"What did you have on under it?"

"Just a bra."

"A black one?" He asked slipping his hand down and wiggling it between my slightly chunky thighs. 

"Yes, the one you got me from AP."

"Mmmmm, all black and lacy, you can see your nipples through the lace."

"Yes Matt said that too, he sucked them."

"What still in the bra?"

"Yes."

"Was it good?"

"It was fantastic, but I was worried about him damaging the bra."

"What car was it?" He asked running his fingers through my blonde, with dark streaks, rather spiky hair.

"A Merc."

"A big one?"

"Car you mean?" I asked rather tackily."

"Yeah right, of course the car you fucking slag," he grunted as his finger found my wetness and slid inside me."

"Did he do this?"

"What?"

"Finger you?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I was wearing tights" I replied as he started pumping my hand up and down his erection.

I could feel that I was starting to cum and that his cock was starting to throb. It usually happens like this when I tell Marc about an adventure or make up a story about me being fucked or sucked or licked, by man or woman or, as he prefers, by both.

Marc is younger than me, he is in his mid-thirties, almost ten years my junior. He is an actor, or claims to be, but rarely works at that. He calls himself a theatrical professional, although he does not work much in theatres. He actually flits around the acting scene, writing scripts, trying to get productions for TV, film and stage off the ground, but rarely does. He makes a little money by doing some commercial voiceovers, training films, role-plays, as extras on soaps like Casualty and helping producers do something, though god knows what. 

His main source of income was lying in bed with Michaela, her hand round his gorgeous cock with three of his fingers up her cunt as he made her cum.

"So did you cum?"

"Yes of course."

"What in your panties?"

"Yes, but they are only Marks and Spencer so it didn't matter."

"Did he cum?"

"No."

"Fucking nutcase," Marc said as his spunk gushed out, all over my hand and onto the slight paunch on my stomach.

*

"Are you serious?" I said to Cynthia Albright the headhunter with whom I was registered. 

She had approached me a few months ago about a job as a senior PA to the CEO of a footsie one hundred company. At the time, I was Company Secretary and Personal Assistant to Gordon Adamson the Chairman and main shareholder of an electronic components business that he had inherited from his father. I had been there eight years and had helped him float the company on the stock exchange making him a sterling millionaire many times over. With the share options that formed part of my eighty k sterling package, I had also done well financially to the extent that I would never need to worry about money again. It also enabled me to indulge myself in little luxuries like having a younger live in lover as my, nearly, kept man.

I had a few interviews with Cynthia, her partner, the HR Director of the footsie one hundred company and the great man himself. They went well, but it just did not seem right for me so, much to Cynthia's chagrin at missing out on the thirty three per cent fee, I declined.

"But if anything else along those lines comes up keep me in mind" I had said as we held each other's gaze just that tad too long. That made me wonder whether she was thinking the same as me about not mixing business with pleasure. Looking at the petite, beautifully dressed, gorgeously pretty fifty year-old I imagined that the pleasure part would be immense.

She had kept in touch and mixing business with pleasure seemed to becoming more likely when she had called me this evening.

Marc was out at some actor workshop in Camden Town and I had just got home from work. It was just after nine.

"Yes darling I am deadly serious," she cooed into my ear via my mobile.

We had reached a tacit, unsaid agreement that we would not mix the business of her landing me a great job with the undoubted pleasure we would both receive from the other's body, but she still 'darlinged and loveyd' me.

She had told me that Sir Richard Ellison was interested in seeing me for a post as his Executive Assistant. He was one of the UK's richest businessmen owning a goodly part of a huge group of companies with fingers in so many pies they could hardly be counted. It was a global multinational business, an old-fashioned conglomerate like ITT, Hanson, Litton or Lonrho that bucked the modern trend and dabbled in lots of industries including manufacturing, Internet, electronics, airlines, advertising, hotels, film making, publishing, property and many more.

Sir Richard had been at the helm for ten years or so and had taken the business from being reasonably profitable to being a powerhouse for making money. He had embarked on a massive acquisition programme on all continents and had totally pissed off the City by taking Global Services private. The papers claimed, however, that he was regularly courted to take it public again and it was rumoured that he was considering it in the medium-term.

Cynthia had explained that the job would be working directly for and very close to Sir Richard. It would be hellish, twenty-four, seven hours and there would be lots of travel, both in the UK and Europe and throughout the world.

"I am sure, my dear, that most of the time you will not know whether you are coming or going," she said seductively down the phone.

Laughing, I replied. "Now that's appealing, but I usually know the difference Cyn."

I could tell Cynthia was smiling as she replied. "You mean the going and not the other I assume Michy."

"Who can say luv, who can say?" I half-flirted back to her.

"May I get you a drink or anything Michaela?" Sir Richard Ellison asked as I sat in his private office that was located in a town house in Knightsbridge round the back of Harrods.

"No I am fine thanks," I replied feeling a little nervous at the interview.

It was eight-thirty on a Sunday morning. Cynthia explained that he was flying in from America overnight and leaving for Africa later that evening.

"I know it's an ungodly, fucking hour Michy, but it is the only window he has for some time."

"It's no problem at all and hey the traffic across town will be light at that time won't it?"

"So what is Sir Richard fucking Ellison like in the flesh Michy?" Marc asked when I got back to Highgate that afternoon at just after one.

"Quite impressive" I replied unbuttoning the jacket of the dark blue Karen Millen suit and hanging it up.

"I ordered some pizza, should be here soon."

"What the hell do you want pizza for this time of day?"

"Felt hungry, so why is he so impressive?" He asked.

"You know I am a power junky Marc and of all the powerful and successful men I have met he stands head and shoulder above them."

The pizza arrived and Marc put it on the coffee table and sliced it up.

"Let me take this off" I said unzipping the skirt. I have a paranoia about dropping food on my clothes.

"Mmmm very nice" Marc said looking at my white, lace, see through panties and black holdups. "What's under the blouse?" He asked nodding at the button up the back white silk top.

"Wanna see?"

"Of course, you know how I love topless or even better naked dining," he smiled slipping his tee shirt off.

"Undo me then" I said going over to him and turning so he could get to the buttons.

I was wearing a Janet Regar lace and silk bra that was slightly on the small side for my thirty-six inch D cup boobs.

"Now that is nice" he went on sprawling on the settee. "So your Mister Big?"

"Well that I don't know darling, but I doubt he matches what you have in those tatty jeans.

"What my Mister Big," he smiled undoing his zip.

In addition to having the stamina of a man in his thirties and the looks of an Adonis, Marc has the advantage of having a great cock. It is not so much its length, but its girth that is the attraction to me. When it is in me, I get this lovely feeling of being overfilled and stretched, stuffed I suppose!

"Mmmm, now that really is lovely," I said as he slid his jeans down and sat on the sofa with them round his ankles. As usual, he had not bothered with underwear I noted, as he started stroking his cock.

"Well he is in his mid-fifties, slim, with a fine head of blonde hair that's turning grey, a bit like Heseltine in his prime. He was impeccably dressed and groomed and has beautiful manners, although the coldness in his icy blue eyes suggests he could be a right bastard when angry or if crossed."

"So did he fuck you?"

"Don't be daft, it was an interview."

"Would you let him?"

"I have not even thought about it."

"Liar."

"Really I haven't," I said removing the top and hanging that on the back of a chair.

"Don't believe you Meech, you look at every man as a potential fuck just as I do every woman I meet."

"Ah that is different," I said watching him rub his delicious looking dick. "I looked at him as a potential lover, of course, but did not think whether I would let him or not, is what I mean."

"Get yer tits out Meech," he growled.

I undid my bra and removed it.

"So as a potential lover, how did he rate?"

"Highly," I said as I cupped my tits and perched on the edge of the sideboard.

"How highly?" 

"Probably about as high as an older guy can."

"Why so high?" He asked watching me squeeze my flesh and push the two fair sized orbs together.

"He has this aura about him. All powerful men have it."

"Do I?" Marc asked as he slid one hand down my body and into the luxurious material of my panties.

"You know you are about as fucking powerful as a poodle, so no you don't."

"What do I have?"

I looked into his eyes and then down at his hand. "A great cock Marc, that's what you have."

"Does he, do you reckon?"

"I have no idea."

"So what was the interview like?"

"It was a little scary" I told him sliding a finger along my lips and finding my clit.

"How?"

"He had a dossier on me and seemed to know so much about me. He even said at one time when I asked him about the dossier that he could probably name most of the men I have slept with. He had you in it."

"No."

"He did. He knows that you live with me, that you sod around pretending to be an actor, and that you have been divorced twice. He know that you had an affair with that BBC newsreader, the female one that is, how much you earn and that you are bi. 

"Jesus Christ."

"He didn't mention him."

"Oh yeah, very funny, come 'ere Meech," Marc said patting the settee beside him. "You won't need these" he went on taking hold of the elastic of my panties and pulling them down. "So he has not been here yet?" He asked sliding his hand up my stockinged leg and right onto my wet pussy.

"Of course not."

"Will he?"

"Who knows, I have not got the job yet."

"Do you want it?"

"Yes I do?"

"Why?"

"There will loads of involvement and responsibility, I will be at the heart of a global company working for one of the most powerful men in industry."

"And as you have said before Meech, you are a power junky aren't you?"

"Yes Marc I am," I said squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples.

"More like a fucking power groupie if you ask me" Marc said pushing three fingers up me and putting his arm round my waist. "So if you get the job would you let him?" He asked patting the sofa. "Kneel next to me love."

I knelt on the settee my knees pressed against his outer leg. "Would you?" He went on starting to finger fuck me.

"It depends."

"On what?

Marc reached up and slid his arm round my beck. He pulled me indicating clearly what he wanted.

"Many things" I said as my face was pressed against his cock.

"But in principal?"

"In principal, yes I probably would and in all probability would have to," I told him just before he shoved his cock into my mouth.

*

"He wants you Michaela."

"Does he now?" I said to Cynthia as we sat across a low coffee table sipping tea from bone china cups in her swish, Jermyn Street office.

Smiling sweetly she replied. "Yes and rather badly I believe, but then many do......." She paused as I looked at her.

"Do they now?"

"Yes of course, I have at least six positions where you would be badly wanted."

I smiled. "Well let's put five on one side and deal with GSL shall we?"

"Ok.

Albright, Corkoran, Smithson and partners is a headhunting consultancy that built its reputation during the nineties and early naughties specialising in placing high-level secretaries and PAs. They never advertise for candidates or clients. They win customers purely by word of mouth and recommendations, which also gains them most of their candidates. The majority of them, mainly females, they identify by conducting extensive research. That was how they had 'found' me.

I first met Cynthia after she had called me one day and persuaded me to meet her for an interview. It lasted a whole day, was very in-depth and included a number of personality tests. After the tests had been processed, we met again and she explained the type of position that ACS now specialised in was changing.

"We no longer find jobs for girls, we find careers for women," she rather obviously explained.

"Yes sure" I replied, not that interested in what I assumed would be a sales bullshit.

"And I mean intense careers, to which the right sort of woman commits herself."

"I am not sure just what you are getting at Cynthia, unless you mean nuns."

She smiled. "Far from that my dear. Life in the executive suites of major corporations has changed in the past few years. It's no longer a forty hour a week, with golf on a Friday afternoon. For the successful executive it is twenty-four seven, seven days a week, fifty two weeks of the year."

"Ok."

"Of course, the rewards have also increased, but the demands on the top managers are increasing at a much faster rate," she went on refilling my cup from a china teapot. "So much so, that the, largely male executive population has to forgo holidays and weekends away, give up hobbies and sports and miss their families. They are unable to go to their kids' sports or speech days, open evenings and the like. And of course Michaela they rarely see their wives."

I had no idea where this narrative was going, but my ears pricked up when wives were mentioned."

"They have no control over their time; every minute of every day is taken up, allotted and allocated. So much so, that their wives or partners often have to make diary appointments, often through the women we appoint to see their husband. Some even have to schedule time for their boss to make love to his partner."

Although I did not quite buy all of that, I could see what she meant from my job with Gordon Adamson who was a very busy man indeed. She droned on.

"They need executive assistants who understand this. Who appreciates the pressure and the life-style. Assistants who are perfect at their job, on who they may rely totally and completely. They have to have assistants with utter discretion and loyalty. You see Michaela, we have to provide women who are as committed as the executives. Who are in their own way are as talented and as dedicated as the exec. Women, my dear, who will in effect give all for the good of her boss and the company.

That had been several months ago as I was just getting to know Cynthia and this grey world of upscale executive assistants. Now she was telling me that I had landed one of the top jobs in that field.

"He had researched you very comprehensively Michy," Cynthia had told me before advising me that Richard wanted me.

"Yes I know that, he told me about it."

"And you stood up well to that research."

"What does that mean?"

"Well it showed him that you have what he is after, in addition of course to your organisational and other skills."

"I am not sure I follow you Cynthia."

"Well,........... for instance............" she said hesitantly. "He knows about your er, um fling shall we say with Gordon Adamson."

"Oh fuck."

She laughed. "Don't worry, lovey, that is a plus not a negative.

I was surprised that Sir Richard had managed to find out about my four and a bit years affair with Gordon. He was married with three grown up children and as far as the public knew he was the model of married bliss. Actually, overall he was, that is until we were in his office late in the evening when often he would fuck me laid back on his desk or bednt forward over the board room table.

"A plus?"

"Yes darling" she went on. "Although it is not and never will be in the job specs, an understanding attitude towards sex is critical to success in these roles."

I understood that. I knew that men like Gordon and Richard did not offer the packages they did just to get business skills. What I had not realised was that there were head-hunters who found women with those 'understanding attitudes.' It hit me then what at least one of the psychometric tests I had taken was all about; my attitude towards casual sex, promiscuity and sexual morality.

As Cynthia had said, life in the executive suites certainly was changing!

"So the package darling is immense. A hundred k base, a guaranteed thirty per cent bonus and profit share, share options and of course all the usual bollocks about private health insurance, car etcetera etcetera.

*

The first few months of my new job were madness. They passed in a whirl of early mornings, late nights, working breakfasts, lunches and dinners and wall-to-wall meetings both for me and Richard. I had to familiarise myself with the organisation and the major players whilst, at the same time learning from my predecessor how to organise the great man. I had to read the hundred or so emails each day, which had already gone through two filters and provide a summary for him. I spent time in Richard's private office in Knightsbridge and at the corporate head office in the Gherkin in the City. I travelled to the main subsidiaries in the UK and Europe, sometimes with Richard or another top executive, and visited the Canadian, US and Brazilian subsidiaries head offices. I travelled by the company helicopter and Gulfstream plane, limousines and first class air travel. I stayed at the very top hotels and entertained or was entertained at the smartest restaurants. It was a giddying induction into this new world.


The £100,000 + PA



I was constantly on a high. The whole bit of being around high-earning, powerful men, and the odd woman or two, was such a turn on for me. I loved it. The long hours, often sixteen or seventeen a day did not worry me at all, I lapped it up. I loved the cut and thrust of the meetings, the intrigue of the take-over negotiations, the preening and posturing of the executives presenting their budgets, acquisition plans or monthly financial performance and the sheer mind boggling sums of money that were discussed.

However, I did not spend as much time with Richard as I had imagined I would.

"Look Michy, you have to learn about the company, you are not too much use to me until you know about that and the people. When you have that knowledge you can help me with the company," he told me. I understood and bought that. "It will be a lot different when you understand the personalities and their motivations he explained.

It took nine months for me to gain the level of understanding that Richard required. It was worth it. Over the third three-month period, I started working much more closely with him and by the end of it I was with him most of each and every day. It was magic. I was moved to an office in the Gherkin that was next door to his with an interconnecting door; we shared the bathroom and dressing room not, I hasten to add at the same times, well not yet at least! In his private office in the Knightsbridge townhouse, I had a room upstairs to his. Apart from the Group FD, I was the only executive to have a room there and that made me feel special.

During those nine months, Richard had been the model of decorum with me. Not once did he try anything on or act in any way that was not in line with that of a perfect gentlemen, in some ways I was somewhat disappointed.

The private office in Knightsbridge was Richard's favourite working space. Whenever he could, he read his emails there and conducted meetings with the most senior managers in the downstairs conference room that was in a conservatory, which took over most of the garden. He rarely had meetings with customers, lawyers, politicians or prospective take over personnel there. It was almost as if it was his sanctuary that he did not want besmirched by the tawdiness of business. In addition to the conference room and the small offices there was a dining room and kitchen, several bathrooms and on the top two floors there were several bedroom, that so far I had not visited. Everywhere was immaculately decorated and furnished largely with beautiful antique furniture. It really was a superb work environment.

Richard's home was an estate near to Stratford-on-Avon, although he rarely got there unless he took the helicopter, but he was not keen on that mode of transport. Lady Camilla lived there with one of their children and other relatives. They also had a duplex apartment in New York in the Dakotas, where John Lennon had lived when he was shot, a villa in Cap d'antibes and a beach house in Malibu, Los Angeles. I often wondered why he kept them for neither he nor Camilla seemed to visit any of them and generally, they used hotels even when in LA, New York or the Cote d'Azur. I became involved in managing the properties with their enormous upkeeps. It seemed a waste of money to me, but then, when you are a billionaire and can spend thirty thousand pounds for the two of us to fly to the States on a private plane, I was having to redefine my idea of waste!

In addition to their Stratford UK home, Richard and Camilla, to who he had been married for over thirty years, had an apartment in Mount Street, Mayfair. Strangely, neither he nor she seemed to stay there, although it was just a short drive from the Knightsbridge town house. His preference was to stay in one of the two bedrooms on the fourth floor of the townhouse. 

When I worked late in Knightsbridge, I was allowed to call up one of the fleet of chauffeur driven Mercs and BMWs we had on call twenty four seven to take me home; at that time of night the drive across London was pretty quick.

It was after the first nine months that I began to get know Richard. That was when I started to understand him and his motivations. People like him are not driven by money. It's like Nadal, Ronaldo, Federer, Tiger Woods and Spielberg. It's like Richard Branson, Philip Green, Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerburg. They have more money than they can ever spend, but they are still driven to achieve more success, which in turn brings more money and fuels the vicious circle. It seemed to me that they are all after the same thing, the thing that turns me on and makes me tremble, the thing I do not want, but wanted to be associated with. That was power; power, recognition, influence and fame. Richard had all of them in spades!

We were beginning to spend more time, together although most of the time others, finance directors, lawyers, managing directors and the like were present. We were rarely alone together. In some ways that was ok with me, for more and more as I worked with Richard I found myself being attracted towards him. At the same time, I got to know Lady Camilla. She was a thin, willowy, rather thick, typically English, middle class wife the type who for centuries men had looked on for breeding and not really for fucking, which was a British tradition. I felt sorry for her. I acknowledged, though that the sorry I felt would not extend to rejecting Richard should he make an advance; I might feel sorry for her, but I would still fuck her husband, if that was what he wanted, afterf all that was my job! With Richard, his power and work she was so out of her depth it was laughable. Although I had no firm evidence, nor did I want it, I had strong suspicions that he had a number of mistresses.

Now that I had the necessary understanding of the multi-billion pound turnover, global group and Richard had seen enough of me to feel able to trust me, often when we were both in London, we would work in the Knightsbridge townhouse, have dinner together around eight and then chat. We were becoming closer, much closer.

"You are getting on really well Michaela," he said one night in early November.

"Thank you Richard."

"It's true, you are," Richard said standing up and removing his jacket and tie. 

When on business he always wore the same clothing; a dark blue, thin wool suit, usually Zegna, Brioni or Armani, a white or blue Eton or Van Laack shirt and a conservative striped or spotted tie. He always looked good. 

"You have got to grips extremely well with protecting and organising me and you have built great relationships in the company. Everyone I talk to is impressed" he went on sitting down next to me on the green chesterfield sofa in the small dining room at the back of the ground floor, next to his office.

"Thank you Richard," I said feeling slightly nervous as I sat on the sofa. As usual, I was wearing a suit. It was a Marc Jacobs, thin mid-grey flannel with a darker grey pin-stripe outfit. The jacket had two buttons, both located beneath my bust line and the hem of the slighty flared, but tight across my full buttocks, skirt was just above my knees. I had removed the jacket earlier and was now sitting with him in the skirt and a white, Egyptian cotton, button up the front blouse, which had three buttons undone so that I showed a modest degree of cleavage. That was tight and a little on the see-through side for the formal and slightly conservative culture of the company. As it showed the outline of my bra quite clearly, I would not have worn it had I have been attending meetings, seeing clients or senior executives or going into the corporate office. However, as Richard had diaried this day for meetings between us and with Henry the group FD and Jonathan the Company Secretary and I would not be leaving the private office I felt it was ok.

"You have achieved your first objective Michy, which was conquering the inside, well most of it for there is still a little more work to do there...............," He said pausing. I tried to work out just what he meant, but could not quite get there, yet. He went on. "It will soon be time to take on the outside world. I will need your help to win new customers and make more acquisitions."

"How do you mean?" 

"Michaela, corporate or group management is different to all other forms of business."

"Yes, I am beginning to realise that."

"I am not sure you do or appreciate how much much more personal, intimate almost it is over other forms of business, even electronics," was the rather worrying reply.

"What do you mean electronics?"

"Michy, you saw the dossier I had commissioned on you."

"Yes Richard I did."

"But you have not read it have you?"

"No, you have not given it to me."

He went into his office and returned with the dossier. "Here take it, but keep it somewhere safe, have a read, I need to call Marty in LA."

Tucking my feet up on the sofa under my bottom, I flicked through it. I was amazed at the content Naturally it had my working CV, Cynthia's reports and test and interview summaries, references from previous employers, my university and MBA results and all the usual credit and criminal records checks. It was the other reports that amazed me. It listed most of the men I had dated, both while I was married and since, indicated those with who I probably slept, had a two page description of my sexuality identifying several woman, correctly, with whom I had been intimate. It provided information on my visits to sex clubs in Copenhagen and it described a swinging group that Erik, my ex and I had joined in London, before the divorce.

There was a three-page report with photographs, thankfully none were sexually incriminating, of my affair with Gordon. That included times and dates we were in the offices late in the evening by ourselves, locations and dates of when we stayed in hotels together and a couple of photos of us at dinner.

One of Cynthia's reports caught my eye, it was entitled Sexual Proclivity. I was described as being mildly promiscuous with a developed attitude towards sexual activity. Some of the phrases in the report that I knew I would have to read in more detail later, hit home. 'Likely to see sex as a recreation.' 'Probably is easily able to divorce sexual activity from emotional or romantic involvement.' 'Unlikely to consider sex as a moral issue.' 'Will probably view power as an aphrodisiac.'

'In other words' I thought. 'My personality portrays me as a woman who is willing to put it around a bit and that I will drop my knickers for powerful men!' I realised that I could not argue with that!

As I heard Richard finishing up on the phone to the head of the film studio in LA it struck me that the dossier was Richard's protection against someone like me having an affair with him and doing a kiss and tell, not that I would of course.

"Skimmed it have you Michy?"

"Yes. I will read it thoroughly later. It is er, um comprehensive," I mumbled feeling embarrassed at what he had read about me.

"It has to be. Cynthia and I cannot make mistakes with people like you?"

"People like me? And what do you mean Cynthia and you?"

"I own ACS."

"Really, I have not seen any records of it."

"No I, not GSL own it."

"Oh ok."

"And we or, rather she, finds females who have the suitable personalities for men in positions like mine, if you get my drift Michy.

As he stood up and moved behind the sofa, I thought. 'Yes women who will fuck for power.'

He rested his hands on the crisp white cotton of the bloused covering my shoulders, just where the bra straps traverse my shoulders. 

"Don't worry, neither Gordon or anyone will ever know that I know that he was fucking you for probably four years."

The harsh words hit me. "It was not just fucking Richard."

"No, I realise that, nor should it be," he said softly rubbing my shoulders just behind the collar bones. It felt good.

"What do you mean?" I asked glancing down at his hands and seeing the beautifully manicured fingernails resting on my shoulders.

"Gordon, like many men in such positions needs sex and are attractive to a certain type of woman. Getting the sex is reasonably easy as long as you are careful. It is getting that and a little more without it being a total commitment that he needs and that the women Cynthia finds are able to supply."

"You mean affection without love?"

"Yes that is one aspect."

"And are there other aspects?" I asked as his fingers slid down my upper chest a little parting the lapels of the blouse and touching my skin.

"Yes," he said softly as he slid them a little further, gently caressing my chest and upper rib cage.

The intimacy of the situation hit me and I could feel my arousal increasing.

"And they are?" I whispered letting my head fall back to rest on his wrists and arms.

"Being supportive, but not demanding."

I understood what he meant. It was after all the 'mistresses' charter' really. Be available for sex, portray love, but not be possessive. In other words let him go home to his wife and do not make a fuss or ask for too much. Let him fuck you and love you, but only when he is with you and then on his terms.

"Working very closely with men like Gordon" he went on, quite obviously avoiding adding 'and me' as he continued. "Calls for some very special characteristics."

He paused for a moment or two as his fingers slid a little further down my chest until the tips were just resting on the start of the swell of my breasts. I realised that not only had another button on my blouse come undone, but that also I was tingling all over with sexual arousal and anticipation. I wanted his hands to go further. I wanted them on my breasts and yes, I wanted them inside my bra on the sensitive flesh and aching nipples.

"Yes I realise that."

"I wonder if you really do realise it Michaela."

"I do Richard really." 

I felt a tinge of disappointment when his hands left my chest. As he came round the sofa, he said. "And you Michy have those special characteristics."

As he sat beside me, I looked down. The blouse was gaping showing my bra, the tops of each breast and the length of the deep cleavage. With my feet tucked under me, the skirt had ridden up to probably seven or eight inches above my knees, so I was showing plenty of black nylon. With his knee almost touching mine, he said.

"What we do and the way we work Michy is all about relationships."

"Yes of course," I said feeling nervous, something that was unusual for me.

"So it is how we relate to each other and to our people that wins the day and keeps us putting into the company what is needed for continual success. You understand?"

"Of course, but other measures also count," I retorted, perhaps not being that wise to be disagreeing with him.

He leaned forward and looking me in the eye said softly as totally ignoring political correctness he rested his fingers on my knee. 

"Yes but that's not your job."

I did not reply for I could not think of what to say. In any case, I doubt that I could have verbally formed my words so exciting was I finding the touch of his fingers on my stocking covered legs. Instead of speaking, I waited for him to continue.

"Michy don't worry your pretty little head about other fucking measures," he said looking at my short, slightly spiky blonde with dark streaks hair adding with a smile. "And it is a pretty head my dear and those glasses make you look even more er, if I may say so, sexy."

"Thank you Richard," I mumbled now becoming confused. I was wondering whether he was making a pass at me and more confusingly and worryingly wondering even more, what my reaction would be if he was not! 'But then' I thought. 'He has had his hands all over my chest, he has undone a button on my blouse and he now his hand is on my leg, of course it's a fucking pass!'

"Believe me Michaela," he went on, now softly, almost as if it was an unconscious gesture, rubbing my leg just above my knee. "It's all about developing personal relationships. Nothing more and nothing less, it is just us Michy. That's all it is. All the rest is down to others."

"Yes I see what you mean."

"And that means my dear how we get on, night and day. You get me."

I had no real idea what he was on about.

"Er sort of yes" I mumbled

"Look Michy you are earning the best part of a hundred and fifty k plus bits and bobs aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes I am."

"I am sure that I don't have to tell you that for that amount I don't expect sort of."

"No right of course not," I said as confidently as I could as I watched his hand move round my leg and his fingers slide down the inside the tips being stopped my other leg.

"I expect for sure, can you do for sure?"

"Yes I am sure I can."

"How sure Michy?" He asked, quite pointedly it seemed to me sliding his hand a few inches further up my leg until it reached the hem of the pin stripe skirt.

I looked at him trying to work out whether he was simply after a quick grope, whether he wanted to fuck me or, whether this was some form of test. I did not reply for a moment or two, but I lifted my face and looked at him. Our eyes caught and we held the other's gaze.

"Well?" He asked.

"I can do sure."

"Are you certain Michy?" He asked inching his hand further upwards until it went under my skirt.

I looked him right in the eye.

"Yes" I murmured softly, my head whirring with the possible outcomes of this meeting. 

"Are you really certain my dear?" He asked as I felt his fingertips reach the lacy, patterned, elasticated top of my hold ups. That made me thank my lucky stars for wearing them and not tights. 

"Yes Richard I am" I breathed

"And you are certain you can and will do for sure for me and for others I may ask of you?"

"Yes Richard, yes I will" I gasped my arousal now almost boiling over.

"You do realise don't you that we, well I, chose you for this job because of the type of woman you are Michaela, a very attractive and incredibly sexy woman."

"No I didn't realise that."

"Well it seemed natural as I need an almost perpetual companion, night and day wherever I am in the world and you have a very understanding attitude towards sex."

"I beg your pardon?" I asked, not really sure what he was getting at.

"You know full well what I mean."

"Richard I don't."

"Michaela please don't treat me like an idiot."

"I'm not."

"Then accept and realise that I know all about you."

"What do you mean?"

"Simple my dear. I know who you fuck and when you fuck them," he said reminding me about the dossier that had slipped from my mind.

"I am not er, um," I stammered not sure how blunt to be, but then bolstering my courage blurted out. "Fucking anyone at present."

"Not Marc, the fey young actor who lives with you?" He said very softly.

"Actually no, I have not had sex with him since I have worked here."

"Really, how is that?"

"Marc is bi."

"Yes I know that."

"Of course. He does not like penetrative sex."

"With women you mean?"

"Yes, well with me certainly."

"Anyway that is neither her or there, he is an irrelevance and someone you might consider moving away from, he can only be bad news or HIV!

Nothing was said as he softly stroked my stocking top with one hand and reached up with the other and pulled the lapels, which had sagged together, apart. 

"And of course Michy there are two other reasons staring me right in the face why I hired you," he said smiling as he ogled my tits.

"I see" I said seriously, but then tried to lighten the mood with humour. "And I thought it was my brain and success in electronics that got me the job" I retorted with a smile.

"Well that as well of course, but then you know as well as I do that the brain is the most erotic organ in the body, don't you Michaela?"

"Yes Richard it is."




The £100,000 + PA



"And so my dear how can you persuade me that you can do for sure?" He asked squeezing my leg and looking me right in the eyes as his fingertips touched that patch of extra smooth, extra soft flesh between my stocking top and my panties. .

I held his gaze, leaned back a little and asked.

"Does this help Richard?" As I opened my legs.

*

"So have you done it with him yet?" Marc asked a month or so later on the phone when I was in Zurich and he was at home.

It was after eleven and I had just got to my hotel, the Baur au Lac in the centre of the city, which is ideal for meeting the gnomes. Richard and I had been in an all day meeting with civil servants and a few members of parliament over our plans to open a huge waste recycling plant just off the A1 in Lincolnshire. It had been a long and tedious meeting that Richard had handled superbly.

Before it, he had explained that I was not really needed, but I would be useful to recall information for when, and if, he wrote his memoirs.

"And on top of that Meech, Bruce Hannerland who will be a junior minister next year fancies the arse off you, so that's another reason to be there. Keep the skirt a bit short then," he smiled kissing me and running his hand over my bum.

"And does that mean er, anything Richard?" I asked.

"If you mean do I want you to suck up to him yes, but if you mean should you suck him off, no. He is not that important."

"Yes I have," I told Marc.

Having eaten something on the plane, I had checked in and gone straight to my room. Putting my hanging case in the wardrobe and making sure the trouser suit and blouse were not creased, I poured myself a stiff vodka, Grey Goose no less, with a touch of tap water and a squeeze of lemon. I removed my jacket and blouse and unclipped my bra to enjoy the freedom from the tightness of the strap that I noticed in the mirror had left a red mark. Seeing them made me realise that I had clearly put on weight and that made me vow to get to the gym more often, but then noticing that my tits seemed to have enlarged a little I thought maybe not; for after all Richard likes big tits. 

Wearing just my trousers, tights, panties and heels I called Marc.

"Is he any good?" he went on.

"Actually he is quite good."

"How many times you had it?"

Feigning forgetfulness, although the number of times Richard and I had made love was notched into my vibrators I replied. "Several."

"Tell me about one."

"Ok."

"What you wearing Meech?"

"Just my suit trousers and heels."

"What your tits are bare?"

"Yes my bra is on the small side, I have to lose some weight."

"Under the trousers?"

"Thong and tights."

"What colour's the thong?"

"Black, what are you wearing Marc?"

"Nothing, I am stark bollock naked."

"And are you er erect?" I asked getting into and looking forward to the prospect of some phone and maybe cam sex with him.

"Yes I am as hard as a fucking rock."

"Mmm sounds nice" I mumbled undoing the zip on my trousers.

"Yes it is very nice."

"Shut up fuckwit."

"What?" I asked realising the first voice was not Marc's."

"Who's there Marc?"

"No one."

"Don't be fucking daft I heard someone."

"Just a friend, you don't know him."

"Can he see you?"

"Er no, well yes I suppose he can."

"He can see you naked?"

"Yes."

"And hard."

"What the hell are you up to Marc?"

"What the hell do you think Michy?"

"I think you have been fucking some bloke in my bed."

"Actually darling he has been fucking me."

"I told you that I don't give a fuck what you get up to out of my home, but not to bring anyone there."

He did not reply.

"Didn't I Marc?"

Since seeing the dossier Richard had on me and having spoken to him and others in the company about security I had become slightly paranoid about a tabloid getting dirt on me. I realised that I was not that important, but my closeness to Richard, in the corporate sense alone, would make for some lurid headlines and could harm my career.

"Yes, but it was awkward."

"I don't give a toss how awkward it was, just get him out and you be gone as well when I get back on Thursday."

"You don't mean that Meech."

"Oh yes I do Marc, I want you out of my home and out of my life for good."

In bed, I was pleased with myself. I had tired of Marc, his odd ways, his increasing gayness, his inability to have full sex with me and his unpredictability. I knew that he smoked a few joints and occasionally dabbled with some coke, but recently I had seen signs of him going to excess and was suspicious that he was taking other stuff as well. On top of all that Richard's 'spies' had said he mixed with some real downlife and Richard had advised me to get rid of Marc. I did not want anything rebounding on Richard or my near idyllic job and life so it had to be good night Marc. I was pleased that it was now job done.

Before hearing the other voice on the phone I was about to tell Marc about my first time with Richard. As I finished the, probable, treble vodka, and that was another thing I was drinking too much, I lay on the bed naked watching CNN and stroking myself. That episode went through my mind.

I remember that we were still sitting on the green chesterfield when I opened my legs and said. "Does this help Richard?"

Smiling he replied. "See it was not just for these" as he touched my breasts for the first time. "It was also because you catch on so quickly, you clever, sexy woman."

"See I am not a real blonde Richard, that's why."

Looking into my eyes as he slid his hand further up my thighs that I eased even further open for him he said quietly. "Well that we should find out soon shouldn't we Michy?"

I laid back into the corner of the couch and stretched my legs out in front of me. They were still slightly open. He slid his hand further upwards until he cupped my panty covered pussy lips. I sighed with a combination of pleasure and relief for now there could be no doubt that he was making a pass at me.

"Yes Richard, I rather think we might."

He undressed me on the sofa. I let him lead the way although I was burning up to see and touch his body. I enjoyed the thrill of being naked and hearing his nice remarks about my body while other than his shirt being open, he was fully dressed. We kissed a lot and he played with my breasts, with his hands, mouth tongue and teeth as I stroked his chest and pinched his nipples. I rubbed his erection through his lovely, thin wool trousers and found that he was encouragingly hard and ready for sex.

Completely naked I curled up on the sofa as he stood up and without a hint of embarrassment removed his shirt, trousers, socks and boxers that looked to me to be made of silk. As he stood before me his erection proudly rearing up his flat, taught stomach I wondered just how many other women had witnessed this sight.

"We have the answer now," he surprised me by saying.

"What."

The direction of his stare should have told me, but his words did for sure.

"Yes you are not a natural blonde are you?" he smiled, adding. "Here or upstairs Michy?"

"I don't mind," I replied sitting up, my tits jiggling.

"Then let's stay here, we won't be disturbed and it will give us something to ponder on in the future as we sit here during boring meetings."

Standing up we embraced and kissed. I thrilled to the feel of his erection pressing into the slight swell of my tummy and the pressure of his chest on my breasts.

"I have so wanted to do this Michy," he whispered into my ear.

"Yes Richard so have I," I murmured as he moved me backwards until my bottom was against the leather arm of the green Chesterfield. I sat on that and parted my legs so he could stand between them. He kissed and sucked my nipples and I stroked and rubbed his erection.

"Let's just do it," he muttered. "We can spend time really getting to know each later. Ok?"

"Yes Richard let's."

He held his cock, moved away and bent slightly. He held the tip of his cock against my lips and asked. "Ready?"

"Oh yes," I gasped hardly able to wait and, like him, not even thinking about using a condom. 

I certainly did not have to wait for with no further ado he surged himself deeply into me. I clung to him, my arms round his neck as I squirmed my tits against his chest. He moved his body so that he could get his mouth to my nipples as he fucked me.

After masturbating thinking about my new lover, I slept well that night in Zurich.

*

Life moved on. I settled more and more into the business as incidentally I did into being Richard's mistress. I was so busy and did so much travelling, both with him and alone that I had no time, let alone inclination for other lovers. It was the incessant meetings, the over full diary, the having no time I could call my own, the rarely meeting anyone new and the massive work load that made me realise why Richard and Cynthia's headhunting consultancy was such an in demand service. 

People like us, and yes rather ambitiously I was aligning myself to Richard and Gordon, just did not have the time to meet new people and nurture relationships hence, it was hookers for the men or male escorts for the likes of me. That is until Cynthia and ACS, backed by Richard came along. It was the easy way out, but also for all involved, it was the most appropriate business, social and sexual relationship.

Richard and I were now having regular sex. When both of us were in London, we generally slept together, usually at his private office, but now and then at my home, I liked having him there and cooking him dinner or breakfast. When travelling, we would share rooms at hotels and the bedroom on the company Gulfstream where almost every time we flew we would fuck. To both of us, being fully paid up members of the mile high club was both an enjoyment and a thrill. 

"So would you?"

"What sleep with him?"

"Yes. I don't like to ask, but it is necessary."

I knew what he meant and I realised the necessity. We needed to win the contract for the street cleaning and waste disposal in Chicago. Without out it, the entire North America operation was at risk. With the cross guarantees that the various companies had provided to the dozen or so banks who had queued up to lend us money before two thousand eight, each was a link in the chain. Break one link and the whole chain falls apart. Northern Waste Inc was a major link in the chain. If that broke, then there could well be a domino effect and everything 'over there' could be in serious trouble.

It is quite nice and comforting operating on a global platform when downturns are regional, but when there is a worldwide recession a highly leveraged group like Richard's can be fucked. And we nearly were. We had borrowings in most regions, the US, Australia, most of Europe, Brazil and Africa. Most of the world's leading banks had lent us money when we hardly needed it, but now we did there was very much a 'don't phone us we will phone you' attitude. Negotiating borrowings and loans was clearly not one of Richard's strong points.

Finding people and companies to invest in GSL, however, was one of his strong skills.

"If he could be persuaded to invest in the group even as an ordinary shareholder, but preferably in preference shares" he went on. "We could be ok."

I could see that he was shaken. But then anyone who had been brought up in, or who had run a business in the go go nineties and early naughties, probably would be. There had never been anything like the financial Amagedon that now confronted business in twenty ten. There had never been a fuck up like the banks had wrought on the world, largely due to the sub-prime situation.

It had taken Richard, and to be fair most business and world leaders, rather longer than ideal to work out the likely effect of what became known as the credit crunch. Now, two years after Lehman went tits up we were all feeling it. With GSL we had insufficient working capital to see out the recession that Richard's experts predicted might last to 2014. If it did, the cash would run out in early 2013. Richard could not let that happen and more importantly he knew that he could not let the wild animals of the City of London and Wall Street know that. Hence, him cosying up to Qatar, where he had been doing business for years. And even more to the point, me meeting with Khalid al Thani, the grandson of the Emir Jassim al Thani.

We had both known that since I had started working for Richard that sooner or later he would need to use my liberal attitude towards sex. We were aware that my Danish background and upbringing could help and that I could present the ideal older woman to the twenty-eight years old billionaire sheikh's younger man situation

"But Michy" Richard said as we lay naked on the bed on the fourth floor of the private office. "He's a real proud sod and it can't be seen that I am setting it up. That could work against us."

"So do I seduce him?"

"Actually, we doubt that will be necessary."

I sat up. "We Richard?"

"Yes, we."

"And who exactly is we?" I asked feeling put out that others knew about me and possibly, well probably actually, us.

"You know."

"Richard I do not know," I went on slightly forgetting my place, our relationship and my position in the business.

"Meech you know that Bill, Mo, David C and Carpenter are like my inner cabinet, they have to know everything."

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything."

"Including us?"

"To an extent yes."

I felt pissed at first, but quickly realised that he was correct, although even if he was not, there was not much I could do, so I accepted it.

"And what do they say?"

"That Khalid is crazy about you. He does not take his eyes off you when he is here and when we were in Doha recently he was like a bitch in heat."

"So you think if I let him fuck me we will get him as an investor?"

"That is their opinion, yes."

"And you?" I asked as he leaned forward and licked my nipple that for some reason had started to harden again.

"I have to agree Michy as I know exactly how he feels about you," he smiled greedily sucking the nipple and a goodly part of my areola into my mouth.

"Hi Michaela" David Campbell one of Richard's inner cabinet said the next morning as he walked into my office on the twenty-fifth floor of the Gherkin. 

Closing the door behind him, he said. "We need to talk."

Campbell was probably Richard's most trusted aide. They had been to Cambridge and Harvard together and had worked together for the past twenty years. Richard often described him as the brightest person he knew. 'He's a master tactician and strategist' he had once told me.'

He was probably the only one of Richard's 'inner sanctum' who I found irritating. Maybe, I had pondered on several occasions, I am jealous for he and Richard were probably closer then I was to the boss! However, I knew I had to be careful with him for more than anyone else he did have Richard's ear. Being that they were both public schoolboys and seeing how close they were I sometimes wondered whether it was more than just Richard's ear that he had!

"Do we?" I said rather tersely looking up from my iPad where I was reading the latest emails that I would summarise for Richard.

"Yes, about Khalid al Thani."

"What about him?"

"You and Richard have discussed him haven't you?"

"It was mentioned," I agreed thinking back to yesterday evening as I lay in bed with Richard. 

He had realised that I was a little annoyed although the realist in me was overcoming the fact that the 'inner council' had talked about me sexually. I had reconciled that they would, inevitably have done that about a 'woman like me,' after all that was their job, just as fucking Sir Richard and whoever he might nominate was mine. He seemed to be trying harder than usual as we began making love.

I thought it was odd how once more talking about sex had reared its head. For after I had got over the shock of the 'inner sanctum' knowing about my sexual attitudes and had realised that they would have read Cynthia's report, Richard and I had 'talk-fucked' as I now thought of it. He had said that he would get off big time thinking of me with Khalid. As he started to fuck me in a spooning position so he had said. 

"I can just imagine him taking you to that palace we visited near to the tennis stadium in Doha. Having his harem women undress and bathe you, then dry you and dress you again in a semi-diaphanous, pure white, floor length robe that covers you from neck to toe. They would put a veil on you that covers your face and head. Your tits would push the thin material out and your nipples, these nipples" he said pinching both quite hard and thrusting his cock deeply into me. "Would make massive dents in the robe. Then with them sticking out like fucking acorns the four hand maidens would lead you through the palace, across the small courtyards and up to the first floor where Khalid would be waiting totally naked and pulsatingly hard in his private bedroom. And then Michy in front of those four woman, without even removing the robe he would fuck you until he made you cum."

At that point, the intensity of Richard's lovemaking was such that he had to stop talking and focus on fucking me.

"So you know what's needed then Michaela?" Campbell asked

"Yes of course, you want me to let him fuck me," I said, looking up at him and putting my glasses on.

"Well not to put too fine a point on it, yes that is what we need. Getting an investment from him could well we critical to our survival Michy."

"Yes I have come to realise that."

"Coffee?" He asked going to the small espresso machine in the corner of my office. 

"Yes please."

"Let's talk about the arrangements shall we?" He said moving to the comfortable seating area by the window looking over the City of London and northwards towards Hampstead and Hertfordshire.

I went over to the sofa and sat opposite him. "Arrangements David?"

I was surprised when I saw how intently he stared at my tights covered legs as I sat down and my skirt rode up. To date I had not seen him as either a lech or a chancer. His look and smile told me that he was probably both.

"Yes how we are going to set this up and what you need to do."

He went to confirm that Khalid had a big thing for me. He added looking blatantly at my legs and then up to my chest. "And of course I can see why he does."

"Ok David cut the crap please, just let's get on with this."

"Right" he started still letching at me. "This is the plan. We will arrange a meeting between Khalid and some of his guys, Richard and a few us including you in Chicago. We have already primed the young Turk, well Arab, about Northern Waste and the Chicago contract we need to win and how we are looking for investors."

"Does he know the full picture?"

"Don't be fucking silly luv, of course not. Let's get his gas money first ay?"

"So we will schmooze him and his guys round Chicago before going on to LA to look at the TV and film stuff in which he is really interested. He wants to go there with just a couple of his closest and most trusted guys, I think he wants to get laid without his entourage around. Little does he know who he might lay if he plays his card right, huh?" He said raising his eyebrows. I did not react or comment.

"All of us will have a couple of days in Chicago before we go onto LA. We will have invited Khalid and his two guys who he often goes on the fuck with, onto the Gulfstream for the flight at three on Thursday afternoon. Just before we are due to fly, we will get an urgent message for Richard, me and the other guys to fly to New York. We will leave you the Gulfstream and you Khalid and his two fuckbuddies will have five blissful hours together. Hopefully, you and he will have cosied up in Chicago so him finding a way into your, what I am sure are quite lovely knickers in that beautiful stateroom, should not be beyond the wit of the young sheikh.




The $100,000 Porn Collection



About 2 years ago I was at a local amusement park with my wife, Megan. I was struck by the sight of this blond making out with a black guy at the edge of the food court. All I could think about that day was imagining them fucking. Later that night in bed I began to wonder if my wife would ever fuck a black man. 

I fantasized about a strong Adonis taking Megan into his arms and kissing her passionately. I imagined him slamming a huge cock into her pussy while she screamed in ecstasy. 

I knew she would never do it. Megan definitely wasn't a prude but I didn't think she would jump at the chance to break her marriage vows. The only thing I could think of was maybe if I brought a black guy into our lives and she developed feelings for him, she just might just have an affair. Megan being as passionate as she is would be tempted more by her heart than her pussy. 

First, let me describe my wife. Megan is a gorgeous natural red head. Her hair is straight and flows to the middle of her back. Megan's ivory white skin, large ass and firm E cup breasts turn a lot of heads. She neatly trims her bush and her nipples are large and very sensitive.

I began going out to lunch with a coworker named Tom once or twice a week. He was a 6 foot 2 handsome, muscular black guy with a shaved hand. I had heard he had several flings around the office and that he had a very large package. Tom had moved to the area 6 months ago for his job and didn't have a strong network of friends yet. 

We were both sports fans and we hit it off from the start. We started going to several college football games together and would sometimes grab a beer after work. One day I invited Tom over for dinner where he met Megan. I could tell she was hot for Tom and I caught her stealing several glances throughout the evening. That night she was especially frisky in bed. 

"What has gotten into you baby? Did Tom get you all worked up tonight?" I asked.

"No!" Megan quipped. 

I let it go because I didn't want to jeopardize the hot sex. Over the next couple months we would all go out to dinner or the movies. I could tell Megan was becoming infatuated with Tom. I knew I had to get them alone so one afternoon I canceled a football game at the last minute because I had an "assignment" at work. I insisted they go to the game together and they had a great time. After a while, Megan and Tom became as good as friends as Tom and I. 

After a particularly hot night of sex a couple months ago Megan asked, "Does Tom have a girlfriend? I have never heard him mention one."

"No, he is single and he gets pretty lonely sometimes. You should go out with him on a date or something. It would help his confidence."

"You want me to date Tom? I am your wife," she said sternly. 

"All I am saying is it may be fun."

Megan replied, "So you want me to be his girlfriend?"

"All I am saying is it would cheer him up if you went on a couple of dates together."

After a couple days of stewing on the subject Megan agreed to go on a date with him but she felt she wasn't in good enough shape. She starting going to the gym to tone her sexy body. I would help train her to work on her abs and legs. I would sometimes get hard at the gym knowing that I was helping my wife get in shape for another man. I would cook her healthy meals and encourage her. She worked hard over the next 2 months to lose 25 pounds. I took her out to have Megan's bush waxed.

Now that I had Megan on board I met Tom at a local bar to talk.

"Tom, I have a confession. I have long had a fantasy of you fucking my wife."

Tom nearly fell off his chair.

He asked, "Are you sure? I can't believe you are one of those types."

After a half hour on convincing Tom this is what I wanted he agreed that he would try his best to turn my fantasy into a reality. 

The first few dates were pretty innocent. They went to dinner and the movies. I bought her shorter and tighter dresses and would leave condoms in her purse. Often, she wouldn't get home until 2 in the morning and she stopped wearing bras. Megan approached me one Sunday morning.

"Honey, we need to talk. I have been dating Tom for over 4 months now and I am feeling a lot of mixed emotions. I don't even remember why I agreed to this. A wife shouldn't date a man unless he is her husband. I thought it would add some harmless kick to our sex life by stirring up some competition between the two of you. I knew how hard you got watching me get ready for my dates. But lately I have started developing a strong attachment to Tom. I think I love him and I want to fuck him." 

This was exactly what I wanted to happen. If Megan fell in love with Tom they would have a lengthy affair instead of some one-time fuck session. I wanted her to give herself completely to Tom.

I spoke up, "Baby, that is perfectly normal. I want you to fall in love with Tom. What you two have is something very special."

Megan was still troubled and said, "If I give my heart to Tom I don't know if I can stop the affair. I don't think I will be able to love the both of you and I am concerned we might break up."

"Megan, don't worry, everything will be fine. Who says that you can't love two men? I think it would be a crime to keep the two of you apart from each other when you have so much to share with each other."

The following week I walked into our bedroom while my wife was preparing for her date with Tom. I watched her do her hair and makeup. After a shot of perfume between her breasts, Megan came to the dresser to choose her undergarments. 

Megan said, "Tonight is the night that I am going to give myself to Tom. I want you to pick what I should wear under my dress."

She was breathing heavy as I knew she was struggling with so many emotions. She had fallen in love with Tom at my urging. Was this gesture made out of anger or was it a sort of gift. 

I had long dreamed of this moment and had planned accordingly. I went to my dresser drawers and pulled out a small box. I had gone to a lingerie store several weeks ago to find the prettiest piece that I could find. I had struck up a conversation with the saleswomen as I explained I was looking for something special for my wife. Her name was Cindy. Inside the glass case I saw a beautiful pair of white pearl g string panties. I knew they were what I was looking for. 

As I was chatting with the saleswoman she asked if we had any kids. I laughed and said, "No, I got snipped a long time ago."

I asked if she could show me any intimate oils and she led me to that section of the store. After picking out a nice bottle of oil I asked if she could point me to the condom section. 

Cindy smiled and said, "I though you got cut?"

I turned beat red. I couldn't believe how stupid I was. 

She whispered, "I take it these are for another man to use. How big is he?"

I stammered, "He is about 11 inches long and very thick. This is the first time we have ever done this." 

I big smile came across her face. "Your wife is very lucky. Has she ever had a cock that large?" 

"No, she was a virgin when we married." 

Cindy whispered, "She might need some lube. I know you want this to be as comfortable as possible for her if you want there to be a next time. Let me show you where that is."

After showing me the lube I picked the largest economy size tube. 

She smiled and said, "I can see you are hoping they continue this relationship for some time."

As she was packing everything up she warned me, "She might have second thoughts so will have to give her plenty of reassurance. She will go through some readjustments, sexually and emotionally that you will have to support her through. I hope everything works out for you." 

Weeks later I stood in front of my wife with the box. I opened it up and gave the panties to Megan. She gasped with excitement. 

"They are beautiful. I know Tom will love them."

As she went into the bathroom I looked at the oil and condoms in the box and I noticed a small note. It read, "You will know what to do with this when the moment is right."

I couldn't figure out what she meant. I closed the box and put it next to the night stand. Megan came out of the bathroom with her tight cocktail dress on. Her firm breasts didn't need a bra.

Tom rang the doorbell and Megan went out to let him in. She was so happy seeing Tom. She leaned upwards and Tom grabbed and kissed her. They were clearly in love with each other. Tom greeted me and he led my wife out to his car. 

I went back to the bedroom to look at the note that Cindy had left me. Fishing through the box I found a small safety pin. Did she want me to pierce the condoms? I went to our bar and fixed myself a strong drink as I waited for Megan and Tom to return. 

About 2 hours later they arrived back at the house. I could tell they had a great time together. 

Megan turned to me and said, "I'm ready."

I felt feelings of lust, fear and pain rush over me. 

"I know you have wanted Tom and me to make love for some time now. At first I was disgusted by your fantasy. But months of persuasion made me see what I was missing out on. I want to thank you for convincing me to date Tom. I was thinking about just fucking him to satisfy our sexual urges. But your insistence on us dating gave me the opportunity to get to know him. Somewhere along the line I fell in love with him. I know that is what you always wanted me to do." 

Tom spoke, "You have definitely earned the right to watch us. I want to thank you for introducing us and nurturing our relationship."

With that Tom took Megan's hand and led her to our bedroom. I followed closely behind. Tom slowly pulled the cocktail dress over my wife's head exposing the tiny pearl g string that I bought. 

As Tom moved to pull the panties off I spoke up, "Can you leave her panties on? They just look so pretty."

He smiled and took off his shirt and pants. Megan got down on her knees and slowly began pulling down his boxers. The smile on her face straightened as she saw more and more dick.

After exposing the 11 inch cock Megan turned to me with a concerned look and said, "I didn't know he was this big. I don't think it will even fit in me. When were you gonna tell me?"

Tom and I looked at each other, afraid we were about to fuck this up. 

I spoke up, "Honey, you can take it. Don't worry, I brought some lube."

Tom turned Megan's head around with his hand and said, "Baby, we are going to take it nice and slow. Believe me, it will fit and you will enjoy every second."

The sight of my buxom white wife on her knees in front of this giant black cock was too much. She opened her mouth as Tom pushed his cock into Megan's mouth. At first she closed her eyes, but the deeper Tom pumped into my wife's mouth, the more she opened them. Megan grabbed both of his ass checks and looked directly into his eyes. There was a true connection between the two of them. 

Megan pulled away for the cock, cupped Tom's giant balls and said, "Look at these honey. They are swollen with cum."

Tom's chiseled jet black body was impressive. Megan stood up and got on her tippy toes to kiss Tom. He placed both hands on her ass and began messaging her cheeks. Their kissing was passionate and intense. I started to feel a pain in my stomach. After breaking off the kiss, Megan took Tom by the hand and led him to our bed. It was so sexy watching her ass giggle and sway. Tom reached around her waist and turned her around to face him. 

Megan said to me, "Honey, you said you bought some large condoms. Can you get them?"

I turned around to get the box and I started to sweat. Should I puncture the condoms? 

I finally said, "I can't do this."

Megan looked at me and said, "What is it?"

"I thought about piercing the condoms so they would break. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't know what I was thinking."

Megan looked at me and said, "Honey, we don't have to use them if you don't want us to. I only suggested using them for birth control. Tom is firing live rounds and I'm only 34." 

I knew she had a point. My dick told me to forget the condoms but my head was telling me no. 

I wicked smile came across her face as she said, "How about we leave it to chance. Let's roll the dice you have. You can make a hole in the condom for every number above 9."

My heart started racing and I went out to the den to find the dice. When I got back to the bedroom I looked at both of them and dropped the dice to the floor. They rolled a 10! I couldn't believe it. 

"Well go ahead and make your hole," my wife said in a motherly like voice. 

I took the large condom out of the wrapper and poked a hole in the tip. Handing the condom to Tom, he slipped it on and moved on top of my wife. 

His chiseled coal black body was a striking contrast to Megan's soft curvy white figure. She was already soaking wet as he positioned the large head against my wife's pussy. I got closer to get a better view as he began pushing into Megan. This was the second cock she had ever had inside her and I could tell she must have felt like a virgin again. 

Megan held onto both sides of Tom's chest as she moaned. His cock went deeper and deeper until I could see the pain on her face. 

"No more Tom, please it's too big," my wife pleaded.

Tom whispered, "Shuush. Don't worry I'll be nice and slow."

He continued kissing her and eventually he was able to bury his dick balls deep. The mattress springs started creaking as he slowly began thrusting into Megan. Gradually picking up speed, Tom was now pile-driving into my loving wife. She held onto his arms for dear life. 

"Oh my God, oh my God, fuck yeaaaaa!" my wife screamed. 

Todd slowed down and began kissing my wife. Running his hands over her body, he rolled over and pulled Megan on top of him. I was unsure how well this position would work because of the size of Tom's cock. On one knee, Megan reached behind her and grabbed Tom's dick and positioned it above her pussy. Her tiny white hand couldn't completely reach around it. Megan slowly slid down on the cock until it was fully inside her. 

At first she rode the cock carefully but as she became hornier and hornier she began fucking him like a possessed woman. Megan started arching her back and flipping her hair around as Tom was forcefully kneading Megan breasts. 

As she rode the giant cock, I watched as beads of sweat ran down her back and onto Tom's body. She screamed out loud and every time she bottomed out her ass and breasts would violently shake. I don't remember seeing such a big smile on her face. She loved it!

"I'm cumming! Fuck yea!" screamed my wife as she climaxed. 

Megan was out of breath and slowed her pace. They were making out now as she slowly slid up and down Tom's cock. He ran his hands through her hair as they made love. I couldn't take it anymore and pulled out my cock. It felt so good to stoke it as I watched the two of them. They were in their own world now.

Tom pulled Megan around to her knees so she was in the doggy style position. I knew the fucking was about to get intense. Grabbing each side of my wife's hips, Tom began pushing his dick deep inside her pussy. He started fucking the shit out of her.

"Ohhhhh, fuckkkkkk!" my wife yelled at the top of her lungs. 

Tom grabbed Megan's hair and pulled her head back. He asked, "Whose dick do you need?"

"I need your cock, baby. Don't hold back. I can take it," replied Megan.

With that Tom began jack hammering into Megan's pussy. I concentrated on the strand of pearl beads straining against the pressure of Tom's cock. Suddenly I heard a snap and the g string broke sending the pearls everywhere. 

My wife screamed, "Yes oh fuck yes! O my God do I love you!" 

I could hear Tom grunt and his ass cheeks clenched as he came. He collapsed on top of Megan. They were both exhausted as Tom gently kissed Megan's neck and ears. 

After Tom pulled out he took off the condom and said, "Here you go." 

Tom left the bedroom to use the bathroom. I took the condom in my hand to examine it. There was a small amount of semen coming out of the hole but the vast majority of it was pooled at the tip. He came at least threes times as me. I took a tiny spoon from the kitchen and brought the condom back. I walked to where my wife was resting and dipped the spoon in the condom. Megan opened her eyes and her mouth as I fed her Tom's semen. It was a very special and intimate moment for us. She absolutely loved the taste. I left for the guest bedroom and finished jerking off. This was the most intense experience of my life. 

The next morning I awoke and went back to the master bedroom. My wife woke up and turned to me. 

"Are you looking for an encore?"

I smiled and nodded my head. I asked, "Can I roll the dice again?"

Megan smiled and said, "Ok."

I dropped the dice again and sure enough I hit 10 again. I had a look of disappointment on my face. "One hole doesn't let too much cum escape," I complained.

Tom woke up and looked at us. Megan smiled and said, "I never said how big or small the hole could be. Go get your scissors." 

I grabbed the tip of the condom and unrolled it. I used the scissors to cut the condom in half and gave it to Tom. He laughed and the put the remnants onto his penis. Over half of his cock was completely bare. 

With a devilish laugh Megan said, "I hope the condom doesn't let too much cum out." 

Their love making was a little more gentle the second time. He spent a lot of time caressing my wife and they confessed their love for each other several times. I'll never forget watching his cum in my wife. It felt so right. 

My wife whispered to Tom, "I can't believe how much you came. I hope one of those little guys makes it. I would love to have your baby."

I watched them make love once a week over the following months. At my insistence Tom did not use a condom. Megan and I had less and less sex until the day she came to me to talk.

My wife said, "The last few months have been fantastic. I have never felt so much pleasure in my life. But I feel I am at a fork in the road. I know you love that I am Tom's girlfriend but I cannot continue living like this. I need to know whether we move on together or we separate."

I told her I needed to think about it. I spent weeks thinking about the obvious negative consequences to their continued romance. Still, I could not forget how erotic it was giving my wife to another man and watching him fill her with seed. 

After much thought I realized that the two of them belonged together. Perhaps I started something too perfect to stop. I went to the sex store to pick up a "going away" gift for my wife. I knew our relationship was on a one way trip. Cindy was hanging bras when I arrived. 

"I need something very special for my wife."

Cindy said, "How are things with the stud? Did she like the pearl g string?"

"They are going great. She loved the panties but they were destroyed by some heavy fucking," I replied. 

She laughed, "That's awesome!"

As I looked around the store I fell in love with a sexy white satin baby doll. I knew it would look great on Megan.

"It seems a little romantic for another man to enjoy. Wouldn't you want something a little darker, naughtier? Tell me she hasn't fallen in love with him."

"They are in love but that is what I wanted to happen. Their sex wouldn't be as passionate if there weren't. The baby doll will be perfect."

I could tell Cindy was shocked and said, "The condoms are over her."

"That's ok, we don't use them anymore."

"What do you use?" she asked.

"Nothing, she takes him bareback." 

A big smile came across her face.

After she had rung me up I added, "And he is black."

Her mouth dropped a little as she said, "I think that biracial children are beautiful." 

I brought the baby doll home and presented it to my wife. 




The $100,000 Porn Collection



I said, "I want you to have this. I know Tom will love it. I thought a lot about our relationship and I think Tom would be a better man for you. I can't compete with his horse cock and I know how much you love him."

A tear rolled down her cheek as she replied, "I will always love you."

We embraced and cried for a long time. It was very quiet in the house for days. The day Tom was coming over to see Megan I asked if I could watch them one more time and videotape it.

Megan smiled a little and said, "Of course."

I had a raging boner while I set up our camera to record the night. Megan put on the baby doll and fixed her makeup. When Tom arrived Megan told him my decision and he was very happy. The sex was the hottest and most emotional I had ever seen. At times I could see Megan cry. As he was nailing her from behind he pulled my wife's head to the side and kissed her. There was so much love in their eyes.

Tom really started slamming into her when this flash of intense passion entered his eyes. He grabbed the baby doll and ripped it in half. Although startled, Megan didn't stop fucking. Tom pulled the lingerie off her and threw it at me. 

Tom turned to me and said, "Get out! She's mine now."

As I backed out the room I looked at my wife but she did not look back at me. Tilting her head back as she climaxed, she was in her own orgasmic world. No goodbye. It was as if I was never in the room.

I did not see my wife again for months. Before the divorce proceedings began she called me at home. 

Megan told me, "I want you to be generous with me in the settlement. I want 75% of everything."

I replied, "Why would I want to do that?"

She answered, "Because if you do I will give you the tape we made that night. It's four hours long."

I said, "I don't think it is worth $100,000."

Megan said, "He put it in my butt. All of it....."

I instantly sported a huge boner and I was silent. She knew she had me and I accepted.

We were divorced later that year. When I arrived at my lawyer's office to sign the final divorce papers he handed me a package. It was from my wife. As soon as I got home I opened it up and there was a tape in it. I put it in the VCR and sure enough it was the sex tape. She wasn't lying which she claimed to take all of Tom's dick in her butt. 

I masturbated to it so much I started to chafe. I went back to the sex store to get some lube and Cindy was still working there. She had remembered me and asked me, "How did things turn out with the stud?" 

I replied, "It was a success. Where is the lube?" 

Cindy said, "You really need lube for a dick that big."

"It's for me, I have been chafing."

She shook her head and smiled and said, "Did the stud replace you in the bedroom?" 

I nodded and told her we had separated. 

Cindy said, "I'm sorry to hear that. We have porn here at the store."

"No I'm ok. I have a $100,000 porn collection."

The End