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Sealing The Deal

By: marilyn_monroe_19



We've been engaged for almost six months, been dating for almost five years. I'm 19, a Southern Baptist. I come originally from Atlanta, Georgia, so my southern accent makes me stick out among the rest of those around me, considering we just moved to Indiana. My fiancé, Mike, who's 20, and I grew up together. We've known each other for almost fifteen years, and been best friends ever since. We lost touch when I turned twelve, and re-met at his brother's wedding. Since that day, we've been inseparable. It's amazing to think that up until the night this happened, we were virgins. We made promises to each other that we would wait until our wedding night, but considering I have to finish college, that will be another two years. I guess we made the commitment. It was all about sealing the deal.

I showed up at his house earlier than usual. I hadn't seen him in almost two weeks, and my body knew it. I walked in to an empty house. I didn't find it strange. He usually worked late, but he shared the house with his brother, and it was rare to have the house to ourselves. But we did that night, I guess. I walked around, looking at pictures and thinking about how long we had known each other. 

I proceeded to his room. It was a mess, a typical bachelor's room. His convertible bed was still folded out, his blankets strewn across the mattress. His other pair of work jeans was in a puddle on the floor. CDs were stacked on his dresser. Pictures of me were framed around the room, on his bedside table, his dresser and his walls, along with the pictures of both of us. I remembered all the times he nuzzled my neck, kissed my earlobes and lips, his arms around me. I could smell him. My pussy stirred, and I shifted. I couldn't take it anymore. 

I figured I had a half hour before he'd be home. I went through his closet and found one of his tee shirts. It was a concert tee shirt from a country concert he and I went to a few months before. I inhaled. I could smell the aftershave lotion I bought for him for Christmas through the detergent. I stripped in front of the dresser mirror, a huge monstrosity. My tee shirt was pulled over my head, and it fell to the floor. My bra was unhooked, loosened from my shoulders, and it soon joined my tee shirt on the floor. My breasts fell free; circular orbs with eraser-sized nipples that pointed upward. They were only B-cups, but he never complained. I admired myself in the looking glass. 

I tweaked my nipples and moaned. I forgot. I ran to the room that was designated as mine, and rooted through the bottom dresser drawers until I found my vibrator. I ran back to his room. I had to be surrounded by him. My blue jeans fell next to his. My silk undies were still remaining. They were blue, and just barely covered everything. I looked in the mirror, and saw that the panties were soaked all the way through. They were soon dropped to my feet. I stepped out of them and put on Mike's tee, inhaling his scent as I pulled it over my head. It brushed against my nipples, and I shivered in anticipation. I felt my mound. It was practically dripping. 

I took the ponytail holder out of my hair, letting my blonde curls cascade over my shoulders and halfway down my back. I looked at myself in the mirror. "If only he could see me now," I said as I grinned to myself and climbed into his bed. I adjusted myself so I could see myself in the mirror. Of course, with my position, I could also see the doorway. I turned the vibrator on, and it's buzzing droned out my forced, shallow breathing in the silence. I touched the tip of it to my aching clit. My hips involuntarily bucked upward. It had been so long, and I needed release. I continued torturing myself, touching it to my button and then backing off, moaning in bittersweet agony. Finally, I probed my wet hole with my finger, pulling it out to find it soaking. My juices were dripping onto his sheet. With one quick motion, I finally plunged all seven inches of it into my dripping hole, screaming with bliss. I felt so hot, pushing, pulling, and twisting it, burying it to the hilt inside of me. I squirmed and gasped as I slammed it back in. I continued this for another five minutes, and glanced into the mirror. I could have sworn I saw someone in the corner of the door. 

It was Mike. He was peeking in on me; oblivious to the fact I was looking at him. He was looking in the mirror, watching me bring myself to orgasm on his bed, in his tee shirt. He was amazed, his mouth dropped open and his bulge so large it was confined only by his blue jeans. I was hooked to the adrenaline rush, and then, I found the peak and started to scream, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me Mike, God, give it all to me. Cum in me Miiiiiiiiii….," as I climaxed, bucking and writhing on the bed, experiencing the most amazing orgasm I had ever had in my entire life. But I wasn't done. I lay there, panting and weak in the knees. I sat up, still glancing in the mirror. He shrunk back, thinking I was going to get up. 

Instead, I pulled the tee shirt off over my head, exposing my breasts. His mouth dropped even further, and immediately his belt was undone and his pants were open. All I could hear was his harsh breathing and the raking of his zipper going down. His seven-inch cock was released. It was a lot bigger than I remember feeling. He was so aroused. His hand started to stroke the shaft, massaging the head as I started toward my second climax. I pumped harder, trying to relieve the itch inside of me the only way that I knew could. Soon, I was screaming and shrieking. It was heaven and delicious hell in one package. His eyes were closed, hands stroking faster and faster. "God yes!!!" I screamed and began to convulse. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder!!!" I heard him grunt two feet away in the doorway, and then in the mirror, he bucked forward and he came in five large gushes, flying and landing on my sweat-glistened chest. Seeing that was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, and it caused me to orgasm one more time around the still-buzzing vibrator, my pussy muscles clenching it, my juices making a huge wet spot on his sheets. 

I was panting, trying to catch my breath, after grasping what had just happened. I spun my head to the doorway. He was still standing there, his pants and boxers around his ankles, his hand still fisted around his still raging hard-on.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he panted. Pacing to the bed, he bent down, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me. Not just a peck on the lips, but pressed his lips to mine with such pressure, it forced my mouth open. He darted his tongue between my lips and tangled it with mine. The smell of his musky scent sent my mind soaring. His hands grazed my back and then came to rest on my bare butt. Then, just as quickly, he made his way to between my legs. His shock of me shaving it caused him to look me in the eye and say, "That is the most beautiful thing I've ever felt." He kissed me one more time before scooping me up in his arms. My pussy was soaking now. Its lips glistened in the light, and my clit was at full attention. 

I was horny as hell, and needed release. I was already beginning to writhe on the bed, and he saw it. "You're beautiful, darlin'. You know that?" His southern accent always made me hot, and he was doing it on purpose as he slowly undressed, working at the buttons and talking to me in a slow, sensual tone. Tonight, I needed a good, hard, wild fuck. Slow and careful wouldn't work for me. I needed to lose my inhibitions, and he was the only one who could help me. He was never into that. He's as uptight as I am. 

The shirt came off and fell to the floor in a heap. I heard him unlatch his belt, and it thudded on the floor. His boots were tossed near the door, and his pants came off next. I gasped. I've always loved his cock. It's just the right size for me. It's long and just thick enough to fill me. I love the feel of his cock. I love to give him hand jobs anywhere and everywhere. Just the thought of his knob in the palm of my hand made my nipples painfully hard and my pussy throb. I traced my stomach with my hand and my fingers were reaching between my legs, but he stopped me.

"No, no, Ambria. Not yet." His cock was hard as a rock now, sticking out. I reached out to grab it, but he stepped away. He knew I loved it. He was teasing me. He began to speak again. "You want me, don't you? You've made yourself up for me, my little slut." He never called me that, and he never talked like that. It turned me on even more. "You've done a very bad thing, though, my darlin' Ambria. You have given me no choice but to fuck you." 

My heart beat faster. My pussy was dripping. I wanted to touch myself so badly, but he kept stopping me. "No, no. Not yet." He told me to relax while he went into the bathroom. I expected him to jerk off, and that would ruin the night, so I sighed in defeat, and lay back on the bed, closed my eyes, and covered my face with my hands to shield them from the overhead light. Then, I screamed, first in shock, and then in pure bliss. I looked down and saw him between my legs, his lower face buried in my pussy, his nose rubbing against my clit. He'd never done anything like that. For us, it was touching, and nothing more. This was so totally not like him. His hands reached up and played with my nipples, and I moaned in bliss. This was so nice. "God, yes, oh God, yes" was all I could say. His tongue darted in and out, and it was pushing me over the edge. "Oh, God, I'm going to cum!!" Then, he did the worst thing possible. He sat up. I kept begging and pleading with him. "Please Mike, fuck me, please!"

"Now now, darlin', settle down." I was on the edge. I wanted to cum so bad, but he wasn't going to let me off that easily. He stood up. His seven-inch cock sprang free, and bobbed a minute before stopping at a forty five degree angle. I reached, and he stood back, before climbing into the bed next to me. Before he could respond, I pinned him. "Lay back and relax." I kissed his nipples, then began to suck on them. He groaned. This was all new territory for me, but I had read enough Cosmopolitan magazines to know what to do. I licked his chest down to his stomach, finding myself at the hair around his cock. 

I looked up at Mike. He was looking at me, wondering what I was going to do. I leaned up and kissed him, then made my way down to his cock, which was harder than I've ever seen. I wrapped my hand around the five-inch base. Precum was making the knob glisten. I rubbed him a couple of times. His groaning was making me more and more horny. His eyes were closed in joy, and I leaned over and kissed his tip. He grunted and thrust his hips upward. I backed off. "Now, now," I said, mocking his earlier statement. "Settle down." His eyes were glazed over. I had never done anything like this. "Do you like this?"

"Yes, baby. I love it." He was desperate. I took a deep breath, my pussy overflowing, then closed my lips over the knob of his cock. "Oh God, yes!" he screamed. I slid down the shaft, and then raised myself up. I bobbed for a couple of thrusts, licking the underside of his cock. He was trying to thrust, but I wouldn't let him. "I'm going to cum!" he shrieked. I sat up, and he looked like he was going to die. Then, I lay back so he could see my dripping wet pussy, lips protruding and puffy. I circled my clit with my fingers and then inserted one finger in my hole. He reached out, and I smacked away his hand. "Don't touch me or yourself," I commanded. He sat back and watched as I began furiously fingering myself. "Oh God," I screamed again and again. Then, I felt my pussy muscles tighten, and then the wave hit me as I climaxed. I convulsed on the bed, the orgasm one of the strongest I had ever had. 

He groaned and writhed and grabbed his cock. He stroked it about five times, and I sat in front of him, watching his cock as it grew and grew. It was huge. I leaned in to take a good look at it, and I breathed on it before closing my mouth over it. "Oh God," he said, and then after I bobbed on it, he yelled, "I'm cumming!" I closed my mouth over it and he thrust as he came. The first spurt hit the back of my throat. It was thick, warm, and sweet. I gulped it down as he spurted at least four times before collapsing on the bed in exhaustion. 

I lay beside him, stroking his forehead and kissing his cheek. "You taste so good." I said. He looked at me and I looked down. He was getting hard again. "Your cock in my mouth was the best thing I've ever had. You are so good. Your cum is so sweet and delicious." He was hard as a rock again. "You are such a bad girl" he whispered in my ear. "Can I fuck you now?" That made my pussy tingle, and I wasn't about to complain. I positioned myself over him and then enveloped his cock in me. I slid down the entire length of him, and then stopped when I felt his pubic hair rubbing against my clit. I moaned. He filled me to the point it began to hurt. 

Tonight, though, it didn't matter. I wanted pain. I slowly began to raise and lower myself on him. Soon, I was thrusting so hard, the insides of my thighs were beginning to bruise. It was heaven and delicious hell all wrapped in the same package. I almost forgot he wasn't protected, until my pussy muscles tightened and he shot his seed into my dark crevasses. I climaxed almost three times in a row. I saw pinpoints of light and went limp.

The next morning, I woke up in his arms. He was still sleeping, breathing deeply, his cupid lips slightly parted. I worked my way down his body to the one body part that was awake, kissed the tip, and gave him a good morning he'd never forget…;) 

Sealing the Deal



"Johnson?" the voice barked.

Mark automatically stood up as he heard the voice thundering down the phone, sending his chair flying backwards in his haste.

"Sir Richard," he answered, his surprise and nervousness obvious to them both.

"Nothing to worry about my boy, nothing at all ... almost there now ... deal just about done ... one last thing though ... dinner on Saturday ... we can sort it then ... just one thing to do ... sort of tradition, you know ... up at the house ... black tie of course ... shall we say eight?" Sir Richard rattled off without pausing for breath.

Mark tried desperately to catch up with the torrent words, to understand the request Sir Richard was making. So far, all his contact had been through his solicitor or accountant. But of course this wasn't a request at all, more of an order.

"Yes ... yes of course," he managed to get out eventually, "But what about Mr Smyth and Mr Belling, won't I need them?"

"No, no," Sir Richard shot back, "Damn lawyers ... accountants ... no, no ... just something for us to see to ... but you be sure to bring Kitty with you ... see you Saturday." 

"Katy, Sir Richard ... my wife is Katy ..." but the dialling tone was already purring in his ear.

"Who was that?" Katy asked moments later, poking her head around the door.

"Sir Richard," he told her, still puzzled by the whole thing.

"Sir Richard?" she repeated, "But he never speaks to ..."

Her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped.

"There's not a problem, is there ... I thought it was all settled ... that ..."

"No, no," he assured her, "Everything is okay, he just said that there's one last thing to do, and that we can sort it out on Saturday."

"Saturday?" she asked, "And what sort of thing?"

"I don't know, he said that it was a sort of tradition, that it would be sorted at dinner on Saturday, and that I was to take you along as well," Mark told her.

"Dinner? Saturday? Are you joking!!" Katy exclaimed.

"Why?" Mark looked at her, puzzled.

"Think about it Mark," she told him, "Dinner ... black tie I suppose ... and what do I wear?"

Mark looked at her, his face a picture of misery.

"We'll think of something," he told her, but not having a clue what.

Her face softened. 

"I know," she sighed, "We have to ... after everything we've given up ... now that we are so close ... we have to do whatever it takes."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had all started two years before, when they'd been married for only a year or so. Mark was working as a computer programmer with a security specialist, but was getting increasingly frustrated at some of the work he was being given.

"They just can't see it," he'd ranted at Katy one night.

"See what?" she'd asked patiently.

"That I'm right, and they're wrong!"

Mark wasn't normally so confident, arrogant even, but when it came to his work, he was always ready to defend himself, to defend his thoughts and ideas.

"They are so short sighted," he went on, "What they need to do is look ahead further, to leapfrog the other security companies, to get something so new, so powerful, it'll blow them all away ...."

He paused for breath, but before Katy could speak, he was off again.

"And I've told them exactly what they need ... it's so easy!"

"Well you write it then," she had told him softly, trying to calm him, "You write the programme."

Mark had laughed, loving the idea, something he'd always dreamed of, but knew that it was totally impractical. But as the weeks went by, he couldn't shake the thought from his mind. One night over dinner, he asked her if she'd been serious.

"About what?" she'd asked back, a puzzled look on her face.

"About me writing a new programme?"

"Of course ... " her voice trailed off as she saw the look on his face.

"What have you done?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Resigned," he said simply.

For the next hour they discussed the practicalities of what Mark had done.

"How long will it take?" Katy had asked.

"Around two years," he'd told her, "But we can make it ... just ... with some sacrifices."

And then he'd told her what those sacrifices would be -- a smaller house, a flat even, her having to work more, giving up luxuries, holidays, their savings. 

"It's a gamble," he concluded, "We could lose everything if I'm wrong."

"Or be set up for life if you're right," she'd told him.

"But what if I'm wrong?" he'd persisted.

"Then you'll end up a kept man," she told him with a laugh.

Mark was sat in an armchair by now, with Katy curled up at his feet. He pulled her onto his lap, and wrapped an arm around her. They smiled at each other before sinking easily into a kiss, Mark's hand gently caressing the side of Katy's full breast as their tongues sought each other out. They kissed for a long time, their need growing. Mark tugged at the buttons of Katy's blouse, slipping his hand into the gap he'd made, his fingertips rubbing at her hard nipple through the lace of her bra.

"Come on," she told him huskily a few minutes later.

Katy stood up, her blouse gaping open, and held out her hands to Mark. She pulled him to his feet, his arms going around her waist as she slipped hers around his neck. They kissed again, their bodies pressed together. As their kiss deepened, Mark pushed forward, his cock rock hard inside his jeans. Katy moaned against his lips as he bent his knees so that she could grind her mound against him, both of them feeling each others heat, their urgent need.

Katy never ceased to amaze Mark, how the shy, demure girl could become such a needy, sexy woman in moments when the mood took her, took them. He stepped back gasping, and stared at her. She looked no different to when they'd first met five years before when they were both in their first year at University. Her shoulder length brown hair was as unruly as ever, framing her round face, with her wide brown eyes, generous mouth and a nose sprinkled with freckles.

She smiled, her white teeth glistening, her whole face lighting up. With his eyes locked on hers, Mark reached out and slowly undid the remaining buttons of Katy's blouse, tugging it out of the waistband of her skirt as he went. Katy shrugged her blouse off her shoulders as Mark dragged it down her arms and off. They stood for a second, Marks eyes locked on her deep cleavage, on her breasts spilling out of her bra.

Katy instinctively straightened her shoulders as Mark reached between her breasts for the tiny clip that held her bra together. His hands filled with her soft breasts as her bra sprung away from her body to hang loosely from her arms. For a moment Mark had a flash back to the first time he'd held her like this, the first time she'd been touched by a man. It was a few months after they'd met, in her tiny bedsit near the University. Even then, it had been months before things had gone further.

Mark looked down as his thumbs rubbed across her wide nipples, which were normally a soft pink, but which were already tightening into hard, dark peaks. He dipped his head, her fingers running through his hair and pulling him to her as he sucked a nipple deep into his mouth. After a few long moments that left her nipple rock hard and her pussy dripping wet, she guided him to her other breast.

She pushed down on his shoulders, so Mark dropped to his knees, his mouth moving between her nipples, his tongue teasing them, licking across her warm skin. He reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, before popping the button and easing it -- and her panties -- down over her rounded ass. He caressed her as he went, taking his time, uncovering her pussy, cloaked by its neatly trimmed triangle of short hair, until her skirt was in a pool around her feet -- and she was beautifully naked in front of him.

Mark looked up, smiling at Katy before letting his eyes roam over her body, drinking in a view that he could never tire of. Her breasts were full and shapely, firm and soft at the same time. Her tummy was just flat enough, her waist pinching in above the swell of her hips and her rounded ass, before sweeping down to her strong legs. To him, she was beautiful, her soft curves just perfect. 

With a groan, Katy pulled him towards her, pushing her hips forward to meet his mouth as he flicked his tongue across her clit and pussy. She held him tight, savouring his mouth on her pussy, his hands on her ass, in awe of the deep feelings that he alone had ever unleashed in her.

"I need you," she whispered, her eyes half closed.

He looked up, her juices smeared across his lips. Standing up, he kissed her quickly, his mouth tasting of her.

"Come on," he said, taking her hand.

"No," she told him, "Here ... now ..."

He looked at her in surprise before pulling her to him, their mouths clashing as they kissed wildly. He could feel the heat of her naked body, the hardness of her nipples, through his shirt as she pressed herself against him. It was Katy who broke their wanton kiss to reach down between them, fumbling in her haste to undo his jeans, to free his cock. He helped her, dragging his zip down as she undid the button. She yanked the two sides of his jeans apart, staring at the hard bulge, at the wet patch of pre cum.

Katy reached down and pulled Mark's cock free, slowly peeling his skin back as she held his throbbing shaft. His was the only cock she'd ever seen, ever held, ever wanted to see or hold, and yet still she knew it was perfect. Something told her that it wasn't too long or too thick -- it was just beautiful, hard and straight, and for her just right.

"Now," she told him huskily, turning to kneel on the chair he'd so recently been sat in, her arms resting on the back.

With a deep groan, Mark moved behind her, pushing his jeans half way down his thighs as he moved. Katy wiggled her ass at him, her pink lips pouting at him from between her soft thighs. He guided his cock towards her, sighing as the tip rubbed against her pussy and than sank inside her. Katy pushed back against him as he grabbed her hips, pushing his cock in deeper until his balls were resting against her. Katy groaned softly as he held still and then louder as he pulled back before driving his cock back into her.

The room echoed to their cries as they fucked wantonly, Katy's breasts swaying wildly as Mark slammed his cock into her, her juices running onto her thighs. She rested her head on her arm, reaching down between her breasts to rub her clit. Mark reached around her, her breasts filling his hands as they drove each other relentlessly towards their climaxes. Katy came first, sobbing as waves of pleasure washed through her, before she pushed back against him, taking him over the edge, his cum erupting inside her.

Their breathing was harsh as they clung together. Katy stood up slowly, Mark's hands still on her breasts, his cock still inside her. He caressed her as she twisted her head, their mouths locked together until his softening cock slipped from inside her. Only then did she turn towards him, helping him drag his tee shirt over his head before pressing her body to his.

She reached down for him, caressing his still wet shaft until she dropped to her knees and drew him gently into her mouth. She licked and sucked his cock and balls, tasting his cum and her juices, as she eased his jeans and boxers down his legs. As he stepped out of them, his cock, slick from her mouth, was already rising. She stood up and they shared another kiss, their hands moving easily over each others bodies until Katy led him away, led him upstairs to their bedroom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After that, they had made love long into the night, before planning their new life. They decided to move straightaway, to the flat where they still lived. Katy increased her hours, working full time instead of just three or four days a week. They cancelled the holiday that they'd booked just the week before, and swopped their two cars for one, using the money they gained to buy Mark some high powered computer equipment, and all the other things he needed to get started. 

And then Mark got to work. And it took just as long as he thought. And the sacrifices they had to make were just as bad. But at last, he was happy with what he had written. He then set about selling what he had. Part of Mark told him that selling the idea would be hard, but other part convinced him that what he had was so good, so far ahead of the game, that it would be easy.

They had carefully kept some money aside to help with the selling of it, but that soon ran out as Mark, often with Katy at his side, made presentation after presentation -- and then received polite rejection after polite rejection. But that all changed when, out of the blue, they had a phone call from Mark's old boss, who had heard what was going on.

"Ring Joe Mahoney at ItSec," he'd told Mark, "I'll tell him to expect your call."

He told Katy about the call when she home from work.

"Who are they?" she'd asked.

By now, she had as good an idea of the main companies out there as Mark did. 

"Good question -- it's taken me all afternoon to find out. It's a small company -- but it's owned and backed by Sir Richard Bird's company, OxSec. They want to expand, and are by all accounts paying good money for the right stuff."

Katy listened carefully.

"Isn't he the one who's pretty ruthless?"

"Yes," Mark had said carefully, "Which is why I haven't made the call yet. This is our last chance. We've just about got enough money left for this, and to get us through the next few weeks."

"Make the call," she'd told him simply.

He'd made the call the next morning, and by the afternoon he was making a presentation to Joe Mahoney and two of his colleagues, and demonstrating the software he'd written. What he didn't know was that Sir Richard was watching the presentation remotely. As soon as he'd finished dealing with the inevitable questions, the phone rang.

"That's the one," a voice growled so loudly that Mark had overheard those few words.

Joe had put the phone down without speaking - and held out his hand to congratulate Mark.

The next few weeks had flown by in a blur. The offer from ItSec had been far more than Mark had ever dreamed of -- but became even more once the accountant a friend had recommended to him got involved. He brought a lawyer on board as well -- and the deal got even better as a longer royalty period and more spin offs were negotiated.

It really had seemed that their future was set - until Mark had picked the phone up and heard Sir Richard's voice booming down the line at him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Don't worry," Mark whispered as he squeezed Katy's hand, "And you look fantastic."

She returned his smile weakly, her tummy fluttering with nerves.

"He said that it was nothing to worry about ... that it was some sort of tradition ... something we had to do ... don't worry ... everything will be fine."

Mark wished that he could sound more convincing, but he was just as worried as Katy.

"We've arrived, Sir."

Mark and Katy had been so distracted that they hadn't paid any attention to the journey, relying on the driver -- and the huge car -- that Sir Richard had insisted on sending for them. They waited until the door was opened for them before stepping out. It took all their willpower not to gasp at the stunning house that stood in front of them, or at the gardens that surrounded it.

They squeezed each others hands one last time. Even though they had blown virtually all the money they had left on hiring a good suit for Mark, and on a long overdue visit to a hair stylist and beauty salon for Katy, they both suddenly felt vulnerable, especially Katy who had borrowed a dress, and who was convinced that all the other women would be totally glamorous.

As the car crunched quietly away over the gravel drive, the door swung open. 

"Good evening Sir, Madam," the butler said, "Please follow me."

They followed him into the house, totally overwhelmed by their surroundings.

"It is a bit overpowering the first time, but please don't worry."

They both turned towards the soft, husky voice -- and openly stared at Amanda, Sir Richard's stunning wife. An ex-model in her mid-thirties, she had married Sir Richard a few years before, and had rarely been out of the gossip columns since. Her hair hung in long, blonde curls around her bare shoulders, her crimson silk dress clinging to her soft curves from the tops of her breasts to a few inches above her knees, her full cleavage drawing both their eyes.

She stepped between them, and looped an arm through each of theirs. 

"Now you must be Mark," she said, squeezing his arm, "And you of course are Katy."

She turned towards Mark and then back to Katy before she spoke again.

"And can I just say what a lovely young couple you are."

For a moment, both Mark and Katy could feel their faces glow as Amanda chatted, putting them at ease.

"We do like to have these little gatherings," she told them, "A sort of tradition really. Now, let me introduce you to everyone."

As she spoke, she swept them into a large room, one end of which was dominated by a long table laden with glistening glass and silver, while the other end was cosier, with large, comfortable chairs and sofas dotted around. The room was expensively decorated, the carpet deep enough to lose your feet in. One wall was lined with books, another with floor to ceiling windows that looked out on to the gardens, expensive works of art littering the others. 

There were about ten other people in the room, all of them exuding power and elegance. A waiter appeared with a silver tray laden with three glasses of Champagne. As they each took one, Sir Richard detached himself from the group he was talking to and crossed the room to them, his voice booming out. 

"Mark, Katy ... wonderful to see you."

Katy saw him for the first time. Despite all that Mark had told her, and all the pictures she'd seen of him, she still wasn't prepared for what a powerful figure he was. Tall, with a barrel chest and thick, greying hair, he was an extremely handsome man, even in his mid fifties. His handshake nearly crushed Mark's hand, before he turned to Katy and took both her hands in his.

"You look beautiful, my dear," he told her, before kissing her hand, and then her cheek, before adding softly, "I think that we'll all enjoy your company tonight."

Beside them, Amanda watched Mark and Katy closely, wondering how they would react to what was to come. Outwardly, Katy seemed shy, but under that demure exterior, Amanda was sure that there was someone else waiting to come out. She smiled to herself, thinking how she would find out if she was right in just a few hours time.

"Let me introduce you to everyone else," she told them, extracting Katy from Sir Richard's embrace.

She led them further into the room, her sheer presence drawing everyone's eyes to her. She introduced Mark and Katy to all of the other guests, taking her time, trying to put them both at ease. Apart from Sir Richard and Amanda, there were eight other guests.

Martin was Sir Richard's right hand man. In his late forties, his once handsome face and hard body were sagging with both age and over indulgence. But his wife, Denise, was stunning, a good ten years younger than him, her raven hair hanging around her shoulders, her cream dress clinging to her svelte body.

The next couple they were introduced to were Derek and Kim. Unlike the others, they were friends of Amanda's. In their early thirties, Derek was tall, with dark, brooding eyes. Kim could have been Amanda's twin, with the same blonde hair and sensual looks. Beside them, David and Susan looked drab -- David was ItSec's solicitor, a short, dumpy man in his forties with a belly that overhung his belt. Susan, his wife, was very pretty, but still looked plain as she stood between Kim and Amanda.




Sealing the Deal



Finally, they were introduced to Carl and Ashley, who were much closer to their age. Carl was a little taller than Mark, his dark skin glistening in the light. Ashley, his wife, was very pretty and petite, but buxom with it, her breasts threatening to escape from the confines of her black dress every time she moved.

"Carl sold to us a few months ago," Sir Richard explained, as he took Katy's arm again, "And they came to a dinner just like this."

With this, he turned towards the table.

"Shall we?" he stated.

As they crossed to the table, Katy couldn't help but feel uneasy. There was something in the look that Ashley had given her moments before that had made her wary, but all that was forgotten as Sir Richard took control of the evening, and ushered them all to their places. Katy felt his hand on her back as he guided her to the seat next to him, with Ashley taking the seat the other side of him. David sat beside Katy, while Mark was opposite her, with Amanda and Kim each side of him.

Without a word being said, a waitress and two waiters appeared. Mark and Katy both looked, and recognised the two men as the butler and chauffeur they'd already met. Both were tall, and hard muscled. Mark, who had heard that various threats had been made against Sir Richard from time to time, wondered what other duties they might perform. During the evening they learned that the two men were called Lee and Nick, while the waitress, who was clearly in charge despite her young age, was Frankee.

While Nick helped Frankee serve their first course, Lee silently closed a partition between the two parts of the room, which immediately became cosier, more intimate. Lee then brought the first of many bottles of wine to the table, serving Sir Richard before moving around to Amanda and then onto the rest of the guests.

Despite their nervousness, Katy and Mark began to enjoy the evening as the wine kept arriving, and they were served the most delicious food imaginable. Everyone made them feel at home, and nothing was said about the one matter that needed to be sorted out. They couldn't believe where the time had gone when Sir Richard suggested that they take coffee in the lounge. In fact, Amanda took Katy's arm and led her away, the other women following them into an elegant drawing room, while the men went with Sir Richard back into the other half of the dining room.

While Frankee served the men brandy, Lee brought more champagne for the women. As she brought the brandy around, the men flirted with Frankee, and Mark couldn't help but notice how her black skirt clung to her ass, how it suddenly looked shorter, how her nipples showed through her blouse, how her lacy bra barely contained her full breasts.

As the women chatted, Amanda steered the conversation around to clothes, producing from nowhere a dress that she said she'd bought earlier but that didn't fit her. As Katy looked at it, even she could see how expensive it must have been, the sheer black silk glistening in the light. It was black and strapless, with a plunging back and a scooped front. The dress she was wearing, as chic to her as it was, suddenly felt drab and cheap against the one Amanda was showing her.

"It would look stunning on the right woman," she heard Amanda say.

The next moment, Amanda was stood in front of Katy.

"This would really suit you, Katy," she told her, "Come on, try it on."

At the others urging, Katy stood up and let Amanda hold the dress up to her. Despite her protests, Amanda led Katy to the far side of the room, telling her that she really must try it on. Katy reluctantly agreed, expecting to be shown to another room to get changed. Instead, Amanda spun her around, and began to ease her zip down. 

"It's okay," Amanda laughed, "You're amongst friends -- and anyway, no one will look."

But even so, Katy was aware of Amanda's eyes on her as she undid her dress. Katy held it to her for a moment, before allowing Amanda to help her out of it. Katy blushed as she stood in just her underwear, desperately wishing that they'd had enough money to splash out on something new, something less plain. Amanda helped her into the dress, deftly doing up the short zip at the side.

It clung to Katy perfectly -- in fact, it could have been made for her. It swept low over her breasts, leaving the tops and plenty of cleavage on show. The back plunged downwards, while the dress ended in a scalloped edge way above her knee. Amanda whistled softly, while despite herself Katy suddenly felt very good, in a dress she wouldn't normally have dreamed of wearing.

"The bra will need to go."

Katy jumped as she heard Kim's voice, aware for the first time that the others were watching her closely. 

"And the panties -- I can see a line."

Katy blushed at Ashley's suggestion -- and then again as Amanda whispered to her "They're right you know."

A few moments later, Katy couldn't believe it but her bra and panties had joined her dress on the floor, and Amanda was smoothing the dress down. Katy was unsure about the way Amanda was sliding the flats of her hands down the material, but the totally unexpected tingles in her nipples and the fluttering in her belly told her something else.

Amanda led her back to the centre of the room, freeing Katy's hair as they walked until it bounced around her shoulders. They were all telling her how good, how sexy, how perfect she looked when the door opened, and Lee announced, as if on queue and with a knowing smile at Katy, that Sir Richard was ready for them now. Katy turned to get changed, suddenly aware of how short, how revealing, the dress was, but Amanda took her arm, telling that there was no time, that she looked fine.

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Katy followed the others back to the dining room. The table was clear now, the light reflecting off the dark wood, and the partition had been pulled back again. Sir Richard was stood in the middle of the room, dominating the occasion. As Katy walked in, she was more aware that ever of the dress, of how her full breasts moved as she walked, of how short it was, how daring.

Mark's eyes opened wide when he saw her, not understanding why she'd changed, but more than aware of how good, how different, she looked. All eyes were on Katy as Sir Richard held out his hands to her. She walked towards him, her breasts swaying softly. Behind him, she saw that a document had been set out on a small table, a fountain pen next to it. She knew instinctively that those few sheets of paper were their future.

"My dear," Sir Richard murmured, "You look stunning."

He smiled down at her, reaching out to touch her, the back of his hand brushing against her cheek, and down onto her shoulder. He spoke to them all then, but his eyes were on her.

"As Mark and the lovely Katy know," he said, smiling at Katy before gesturing behind him, "There is just one thing for us to do before we hopefully get the paperwork out of the way."

Mark's mouth was dry as he realised that everything he, they, had worked for, had sacrificed, hung on what was being said.

"It's all a sort of tradition really," he heard Sir Richard saying, "Something we like to do ... to enjoy together."

"My dear," Sir Richard spoke to Katy directly now.

All eyes were on the two of them as Sir Richard reached out and stroked Katy's cheek again. This time his hand moved more slowly, more deliberately, down her cheek and across her shoulder -- and from there to the top of her breast. Katy froze, unable to speak as his fingers rested on her.

"There's just one thing left to do, for you to do. Will you do it Katy?" he asked her softly.

He stroked her breast gently, before moving his hand back to her shoulder and pressing down, softly at first, but then harder. His eyes dropped from hers, and hers followed, looking down, her gasp echoing around the room as she saw his semi erect cock hanging lose from his trousers. She had no idea how or when he'd released it, but now she couldn't drag her eyes away.

"Just one thing, Katy," he told her again.

"No!" Mark's cry stuck in his dry throat as he stared, not quite believing what he was hearing, what he was seeing. He felt hands on his arms, holding him.

Katy could feel Sir Richard's hand on her shoulder, her mind in turmoil. She watched as his cock jerked. It was only the second cock she'd ever seen, and now he wanted ... he wanted her to ... no! She tried to pull away, but Sir Richard held her easily. He half glanced back at the document -- and then Mark could only stare as Katy slowly dropped to her knees, her face blank with shock, with resignation.

As Katy stared at the thickly veined cock in front of her, she felt sick, sick at what she knew she had to do, at the thought of touching it, at it being near her. She swallowed, her mouth dry, panic rising. She stared in fascination as the cock jerked again, bobbing in front of her, and then Sir Richard's hand was on her head, his fingers entwined in her hair -- and she was leaning towards him.

His cock tasted salty, the mushroom shaped tip smeared with pre-cum. As his cock touched her lips, as her tongue tentatively reached out, she closed her eyes. His cock hardened alarmingly, forcing its way between her lips as he held her head. With a grunt, he drove his cock into her mouth, looking down at her as he fucked her quickly. Katy gagged as his cock pushed deep into her mouth, and then further, her tongue sliding along his ever thickening shaft.

Katy sucked on him quickly, telling herself that if she did, it would be over all the sooner. Across the other side of the room, Mark's face was pale with shock as he watched Sir Richard's thick cock sliding between his wife's lips, her loosely hanging dress showing off her swaying breasts. The room was quiet, everyone watching, cocks hardening, breasts and pussies tingling, the tension rising.

Sir Richard had one hand his hip now, the other holding Katy's head as he plunged into her, saliva spilling from her mouth as he fucked her harder, totally in control. With a loud grunt he threw his head back, his cum erupting in a thick torrent into her mouth. Katy tried to pull away, but he held her tight, pulling her hair as he forced his cock deep into her mouth, forcing her to swallow frantically. Even so, a trickle of cum escaped from around his cock, dribbling down her face to join her tears.

He eventually allowed Katy to pull away, his still semi erect cock dropping from her mouth. He reached down and squeezed his cock, wiping the tip across her cheek, leaving a smear of cum. He stepped to one side, and immediately Martin took his place, his belly hanging over his boxers, his short, thick cock already erect. Katy looked at Sir Richard, pleading with her eyes.

"You said one thing....." she sobbed.

He cut her off, the smile on his lips not reflected in the flintiness of his eyes.

"But we're all having such a good a time, my dear," he told her, almost reasonably.

He looked around the room as he spoke. Katy tried to do the same, but her view was blocked as Martin pushed his cock into her mouth. If she had been able to look around, she would have seen Carl and Amanda in a tight embrace, her breasts uncovered, her hand caressing his long cock through his trousers. Kim was next to an ashen Mark, Denise beside her, the two of them sharing kisses and caresses. Susan was watching, her excitement obvious, while David and Derek where looking around, idly stroking their growing erections through their clothes.

Mark watched as Katy had her mouth fucked again. He was frozen to the spot, thinking desperately that he should do something, but more aroused than he could have ever believed. Kim reached for him, pulling him towards Denise and her. They moved to kiss him, but he pulled away as Katy cried out.

Martin was holding her, his hands on each side of her head as he thrust his hips forward and came in her mouth. Katy swallowed as best she could, thankful that he had cum quickly, that his cum was nowhere near the torrent that Sir Richard had produced.

Martin stepped back, and for a moment Katy felt alone. Her mouth ached -- as did her breasts and nipples, but in a totally different way. She looked up as David appeared in front of her, his cock bulging in his trousers. Susan and Kim appeared beside him, undoing his trousers and pulling his cock free. Even with her inexperience, Katy sensed that his cock was big, not long, but very thick.

Her heart thumped as Kim and Susan tugged David's trousers and boxers down. She couldn't drag her eyes away from his cock as he kicked his shoes off, as they dragged his clothes away to leave him naked from the waist down, his cock hanging heavily over his balls. She groaned as she watched it grow, starting to straighten out of its own accord. She knew what was going to happen, but didn't realise that she was on all fours and moving towards him even before he could step closer to her.

Katy flicked her tongue out and licked the drip of pre cum away from the tip of David's cock, her eyes glazed over. He didn't move as she twisted her head and licked along his shaft as his cock jutted out from his body. She licked across his balls, his cock rubbing against her cheek. And then, somehow, she started to take the wide tip into her mouth, her lips stretched tight around him.

With a groan, Katy rocked her body, sucking him into her mouth. Beside David, Susan and Kim had been joined by Amanda, whose eyes were bright with anticipation. She watched Katy, a smile crossing her face as she gestured to Derek. He walked over, watching David and Katy, the others watching him as he kissed Amanda, their hands roaming easily over each other. But then he stepped away and kissed Kim, his wife. As they kissed, she tore at his clothes until he stood naked.

When Derek was naked, Amanda kissed him again, her hand joining Kim's in sliding along his shaft slowly, sensually. Beside them, Katy was only vaguely aware of movement around her, aware only of David's cock, of its strength and thickness, of its taste. He was rocking his hips now, matching her movement as she sucked and licked his cock.

Amanda moved closer to Katy, moving behind her before leaning over the younger woman, her hair falling around her face. Before Katy could react, Amanda looped a black silk scarf around her head and pulled it tight, blindfolding her. Katy felt Amanda against her, and then her hands on her, sliding around her to caress her full breasts. With a tug, she pulled Katy's dress down, a gasp escaping from those who could see as her full breasts swung free, her nipples dark and erect.

Katy moaned against David's cock, unable to stop herself as Amanda pinched and pulled at her nipples before rubbing them gently.

"They are so hard ... so beautiful," Amanda said, only half to herself.

She reached down and slid her hand over Katy's rounded ass, sliding her hand under her dress. Katy couldn't stop herself as Amanda's hand touched her pussy. She cried out, her sudden pleasure scaring her as Amanda's fingers found their way inside her. She fucked her quickly for a few seconds before pulling her fingers out. She held them up, Katy's juices shining in the light. She reached down and flicked Katy's dress up, exposing her naked ass, exposing her wet pussy nestling between her thighs.

"Fuck her," she told Derek.

Before Katy could react, Derek was behind her, his long, slender cock swaying as he moved. He looked down at her, pumping one then two fingers inside her. Katy squirmed against the two thick fingers, but then they were gone -- and an unknown cock was driven into her in one fluid movement.

Again Katy cried out, but this time in sheer pleasure. Her face reddened with shame as she felt her body betray her, waves of pleasure washing through her as her nipples tightened even more, as she sucked eagerly, wantonly, on David's cock, as she pushed back, wanting the unknown cock even deeper inside her.

Her body was racked by her orgasm, floods of pleasure crashing through her as the others watched, as David and Derek pounded her body until they too came, their cum erupting into her mouth and pussy. They held her tight between them, Derek pumping his cum as deep into her body as he could, while David forced her to drink down as much of his as she could before he released her, the rest of his cum dribbling from her mouth to drip onto the thick carpet.

As the men pulled their cocks away from her, Katy slumped onto the floor, her dress around her waist. She half heartedly tried to cover herself up, but her hands were pulled away. Her eyes fluttered behind the blindfold, moving rapidly from side to side. A hand, surely a woman's hand it was so small, took hers and pulled them away from her dress, leaving her exposed and vulnerable. The hands moved to her breasts, rubbing her nipples. More hands joined them, moving easily over Katy's body, her own hands held down.

Katy was on fire, sure from the faint smell of their perfumes that it was Kim and Amanda, and maybe others, who were touching her. Their hands moved from her breasts and belly down to her clit, and then to her pussy. She couldn't stop herself from writhing under their touch, from wanting more. She threw her head back, her mouth open as she cried out, as someone's fingers fucked her, as another one rubbed across her ass. A cock pushed between her lips. She guessed it was Sir Richard's again. She sucked hungrily, tasting his cum on him. She was on fire again, wanting, needing more, ashamed of her lust, but unable to hide it, deny it.

As she moved, the hands were suddenly gone, the cock gone. She cried out, a needy moan she didn't recognise as her own echoing around her. She felt hands on her arms, pulling her upright so that she was sat up. The blindfold was torn away -- and through blinking eyes she saw Mark, his cock standing out, Ashley kneeling in front of him, stroking him, her eyes on Katy's. Beside her were Amanda and Kim, their breasts bare. Around her everyone was in a state of undress, hands roaming easily wherever they could. 

She heard a clap of hands, and looked over as the door opened. Frankee came back in, her maids outfit gone apart from her black stiletto shoes and a white apron that did little to hide her breasts as they spilled out of the sides. It ended a few inches above her knees, leaving little to anyone's imagination.

Frankee walked slowly across the room towards Katy, her hips swaying, all eyes on her. She stopped in front of her and held out her hands. Almost in a daze, Katy took them, and let Frankee pull her to her feet. Her legs felt weak as she stood up, her mind still a blur of shame and need, of fear and lust. Frankee watched her for a second, a small smile playing across her lips. She reached out and ran her hand over the soft silk of the dress that was still bunched around Katy's waist. Frankee stepped closer, and pushed the material over Katy's hips, her hands hot on her flesh, until the dress slid sensually down Katy's legs into a pool at her feet.

Frankee let her eyes drift over the other woman's naked body before stepping closer and kissing her, her tongue playing lightly along Katy's lips until they parted, accepting the invasion as their tongues danced and played. Katy gasped as Frankee broke the kiss, her breasts heaving. She watched as the maid reached up and undid the string tie around her neck, letting the bib of her apron fall away from her breasts, leaving them bare to many sets of hungry eyes.

As they all watched, Frankee caressed her own firm breasts, teasing her already hard nipples into turgid peaks of dark brown flesh that cried out for attention. Frankee reached over and pulled Katy to her, a hand behind her neck guiding her towards her swollen nipples, to first one and then the other.

Mark couldn't believe what was happening, what he was seeing. He watched as Katy sucked on Frankee's nipples, as unbidden she licked and sucked her breasts. Beside them, Amanda and Kim were kissing, their naked breasts rubbing against each other.




Sealing the Deal



Katy only stopped when she heard another sharp clap of hands. She stood up, barely seeing what was around her, conscious only of Frankee so close to her that their bodies were touching, and of her own growing need, a need that she couldn't, wouldn't, understand. She felt Frankee's hand on her, turning her. Katy focused, and saw Nick and Lee coming back into the room. They were both naked, their hard, muscled bodies glistening with oil, their cocks standing out, long and hard. They walked towards her, stopping in front of her, their cocks bobbing slightly.

Katy couldn't help but look down at their cocks, at Nick's, long and slender, curving upwards at the end, to Lee's, shorter, thicker, straighter. She saw a hand reaching out to each of them, stroking them, taking many seconds to realise that the hands were her own. She moaned at the realisation, at the feel of the hot, throbbing, flesh in her hands.

"Take her."

The words sank in slowly, and by the time they did, Nick and Lee were guiding her towards the table, a room full of lust filled eyes following them. She was guided to the table, and before she knew it, she was on her back, with Nick kneeling between her legs, slowly stroking his cock. Katy watched, her eyes locked on his hand as it stroked slowly along his curved shaft.

Her body tingled with a need she couldn't understand, with a wantonness she couldn't control. Her legs moved, her knees lifting back and up, her pussy totally exposed. Nick slid forward and slipped his hands under her cheeks before driving his cock into her, her legs over his shoulders. Katy cried out, but her cries were quickly muffled as Frankee lowered her pussy onto Katy's face, her knees each side of her head. Beside her, Lee eased his cock into Frankee's mouth. She sucked him gently, wanting to keep him hard, wanting to keep him ready for Katy.

Katy eagerly lapped at Frankee's pussy, tasting a woman for the first time, while Nick fucked her hard and deep, her heels drumming on his back. Her body was on fire, her nipples rock hard with lust. She felt hands on her, kneading her breasts, tugging at her nipples, rubbing her clit. She reached up and grabbed Frankee's thighs, pulling her down harder onto her mouth. Frankee smiled around Lee's cock, and ground her pussy harder against Katy's mouth and tongue.

As Nick slammed into her, Katy fucked Frankee's pussy with her tongue to the same frantic rhythm. She felt fingers on her clit, rubbing, caressing. Above her, she saw more fingers on Frankee's clit, and knew straight away it as her who was bringing them both to an incredible orgasm. Katy licked and fucked Frankee, her mouth and tongue moving instinctively, every nerve ending in her body alive to her pleasure. Nick drove his cock into her one last time, his fingers digging into her ass as his cum erupted, as the fingers and hands on her body sent another orgasm crashing through her, as her mouth was flooded with Frankee's juices.

Almost as soon as his flood of cum had subsided, Nick had pulled out of Katy, his cum trickling with her juices down between her cheeks. He was replaced by Lee, who's thick cock stretched her even though she'd barely relaxed after the last fucking she'd received. Frankee didn't move, still kneeling over Katy as she licked the younger woman's juices from Nick's cock. Around them, most people were naked, with hands everywhere but all eyes on them.

Lee came quickly, his cum mixing with Nick's as it slipped from her. As he pulled away, Frankee moved as well, leaving Katy sprawled on the table, naked and vulnerable, her body still betraying her with its pleasure, with its desires. Through half open eyes, she saw Frankee again, this time with Carl and Ashley beside her. Carl was naked, his dark skin glistening, his cock standing out, the bulbous head almost purple. But it was Ashley that Katy stared at. She was beautiful -- petite and slender, but with big, firm breasts and wide, erect nipples. Although she couldn't see it, she just knew that Ashley had a perfect ass as well. But it was the cock that was strapped to her that made Katy's eyes open wide, and a deep groan escape from her lips.

Ashley climbed onto the table beside Katy, who automatically reached down for the cock as they kissed. Katy squirmed against Ashley, wanting to feel her sexy body and hard cock against her as they kissed hungrily. She lost control of her body as lust coursed its way through her, taking over, her desires overwhelming her. She pushed Ashley onto her back and straddled her, reaching down for her cock before sinking down on it with a long, drawn out moan of pleasure.

Ashley grabbed Katy's hips and drove her cock into her, her breasts swaying until Katy pressed her body downwards, their breasts mashing together as they kissed wildly. Carl knelt behind them, his cock massively erect. He slid it between Katy's cheeks, moving easily with the cum and juices that had already flowed there. He pulled back and rubbed his finger across her puckered rosebud. For a second, Katy froze as the finger toyed with her virgin ass, but then she was pressing back against it, wanting it.

Carl plunged his finger into Katy's ass, smiling as she pressed back, rocking her hips with the finger and cock that where invading her body. Ashley broke their kiss breathlessly.

"Mark or Carl," she asked simply.

Katy groaned, knowing immediately what Ashley meant, what was going to happen. She twisted her head, ignoring the other naked people around the room as she tried to focus on Mark. He was naked, with Denise in front of him, his cock in her mouth. She felt Carl pressing his cock to her ass.

"Mark," she gasped.

Mark looked up as he heard his name, and pulled his cock from Denise's mouth with an audible "pop". Carl was already moving away, to kneel in front of Katy.

"Fuck her, Mark," Sir Richard growled from where he was stood, close to the table with the contract on it, Susan at his feet, naked, stroking his cock.

Mark moved towards the table, his cock bobbing in front of him. He looked around. Amanda was on her back on a settee being fucked slowly by Lee, both of them watching him. Frankee was holding Kim while Nick fucked her over the end of another settee, her other hand on David's hard cock. Denise had moved across to join Derek and Martin, her hands reaching for their cocks. 

He climbed onto the table and stared at his wife's rounded ass, at the cum and juices on her body, at the cock embedded in her, and his cock jerked, rising still higher. He'd already cum twice as he'd watched everything that was going on, as he'd watched Katy being used, and then taking, wanting, everything that was put before her. And still his cock was rock hard, harder than ever.

A tube of gel had appeared, and as Mark smeared it thickly along his cock, he knew that all eyes were on him. Was this the final test, the final part of the "tradition"? He no longer cared, and groaned as he grabbed Katy's hips and pressed his cock to her ass, as he pushed forward to do what Katy had always said "No" to, as he drove his cock deep into her ass with one hard thrust.

Katy cried out as Mark drove into her, feeling as though her body was being split apart. Her cries were quickly muffled as Carl grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so that he could pump his thick, black cock into her mouth. She gagged as his cock went deep, but then she sucked wildly as he fucked her, her cheeks bulging as his cock filled her mouth. Katy rocked her body, trying desperately to find a rhythm to match the thrusts of the cocks into her ass and pussy and mouth, to match the swaying of Ashley's breasts beneath her.

Her body swayed between Mark and Carl's thrusts, her breasts brushing against Ashley's, both their nipples hard and tingling. The three cocks pounded into her for what seemed an age, her body becoming weak with lust, with the pleasure that was becoming uncontrollable. Carl and Mark eventually came almost together, their cum erupting inside her. They carried on fucking her as she came and came, as Ashley came, their pussies grinding together as Ashley held her cock deep inside Katy.

Slowly, Carl pulled his cock out of Kay's mouth, squeezing the last of his cum onto her tongue. He wiped the dribbles of cum from around her mouth with the tip before she licked it off, almost without thinking. Somehow Ashley wriggled out from under her, leaving an exhausted Katy on all fours, her head hanging low, her hair a curtain around her. Mark was still behind her, his cock buried in her ass, his body slick from his efforts.

There was a sudden silence in the room, broken only by their harsh breathing. Katy lifted her head wearily and looked through her curtain of hair just in time to see Sir Richard scrawl a signature across the papers. Frankee brought them over to Mark and Katy, her breasts bouncing delightfully as she walked, a wide grin on her face. She held them up to Mark, who signed quickly, before sagging back on his heels, his cock slipping from Katy at last. He pulled her to him, hugging her tightly, kissing her, as a ripple of applause went around the room.

They climbed wearily off the table, to be greeted by Sir Richard.

"Welcome aboard, my boy," he told Mark gently, before taking Katy's hand and kissing it.

"Now let's have some fun," he added to the popping of Champagne corks.

As glasses were thrust into their hands, everyone else in the room hugged them, adding their congratulations while Sir Richard toasted them. If it seemed incongruous that they were all naked, it didn't feel it. The next few minutes were a blur as they gulped down their drinks in their excitement, before Amanda and Kim led them from the room.

"Let's get you freshened up," Amanda told them gently as she took both their hands and led them upstairs, with Kim following.

Katy smiled at Mark, aware that something more than the sale of Mark's software had happened to them.

"I love you," he mouthed at her.

She smiled, feeling Amanda squeeze her hand.

"In here," she said, leading them into a large bedroom.

Kim walked past them, into the adjoining bathroom. When she came back, she pushed her dress, which had been bunched around her waist, down her long legs. Standing up, she smiled at them.

"Another tradition," she told them as she slipped her silk panties off as well.

Naked she crossed the room to them, both Katy and Mark staring at her. Her breasts swept upwards on her slender frame, her nipples perched at the tips like dark, erect cones. Her belly was flat, her body, even her naked mound, tanned a soft brown. Her pussy was wet, her excitement obvious.

"Shall we?" she asked them, holding out her hands to them.

"Unless you want to be alone?" Amanda asked.

They turned to her -- and gasped. She was naked as well, her body every bit as beautiful as Kim's. Katy and Mark looked at each other -- and grinned. They allowed themselves to be led willingly through to the bathroom, and straight into an open shower area which had more than enough room for all of them under four warm sprays of water.

Kim took Katy in her arms and kissed her deeply before reaching for some soap and starting to wash every inch of her body, touching and caressing as she went. Amanda did the same with Mark, sharing kisses as she ran her hands over every inch of him. After many sensual minutes, Kim pulled Mark to her, holding them both and kissing them wildly, sharing their tongues in a three way kiss. Amanda moved behind Katy, pressing her own body to hers as she reached around to cup her full breasts.

Katy sighed and leant back against Amanda before allowing herself to be turned in the other woman's arms. They kissed, softly, then harder, their bodies pressed together. Kim stroked Mark's cock, smiling as he rose up hard. She stepped back a little and reached for the soap again, teasing him now as she washed him again, her finger slipping into his ass as she left no part of him untouched. Amanda did the same, washing, caressing, touching Katy wherever she could reach.

This time when they were finished, Kim and Amanda led them out of the shower and dried off their guests with thick white towels. When then were dry, they led them back to the bedroom, pushing them both back onto the bed. Kim leant over Mark, his hands moving straight to her breasts, to her swollen nipples, as she kissed him hard on the mouth, before moving slowly down his body.

Beside them, Amanda was doing much the same to Katy, kissing her before moving down to her breasts, kissing and licking, sucking and nipping, until her nipples were hard peaks that were crying out for more. As Amanda moved to lick Katy's pussy, a finger deep inside her, Kim drew Mark's cock into her mouth, caressing him with her tongue as she sucked him to hardness. As Katy's juices dribbled into Amanda's mouth, she looked up and smiled.

"Fuck him," she told her simply.

With a groan from deep inside her wanton body, Katy sat up and quickly turned around and swung a leg over Mark. Kim was still holding his cock, wet from her mouth. As Amanda reached around Katy and gently fondled her firm breasts, Kim rubbed Mark's cock against his wife's clit before she dropped down and took him deep into her body.

For a moment she held still, savouring him inside her, filling her, her pussy moulded to every ridge, every vein, every contour of his cock. He reached for her breasts, replacing Amanda's hands as she pulled Kim to her, kissed her quickly, and led her from the room. Katy smiled as they left, and then raised her body up, moving to crouch rather than kneel, before dropping back down onto Mark's cock. This time he groaned as she leant forward, putting her hands on his chest before starting to ride his cock, fucking him wildly as he thrust up into her, deeper and deeper, faster and faster.

They fucked hard and fast, desperate for release with each other after all that had happened. Mark held Katy's breasts, moving with her as she rode his cock, as she met his thrusts. Katy leant back, her arms behind her now, her breasts pushed upwards, swaying wildly, her head thrown back. Mark watched as she came, her mouth hanging open, her hair flying as every nerve ending in her body lit up as her orgasm crashed through her. Mark grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his cock, holding himself deep inside Katy as his cum filled her.

Katy collapsed onto Mark, his cock still inside her. They kissed and held each other tightly before talking quietly about what had happened, their unexpected desires and needs, their love for each other. After a while, Mark slipped out of Katy in a flood of cum and juices. They showered again, this time washing each other.

When they were dry, they stood naked in the bedroom, realising that their clothes were still downstairs somewhere. With a shrug, they stepped excitedly out of the bedroom and made their way downstairs. They heard music and laughter and the sounds of sex. Despite what had happened over the last few hours, nothing had prepared them for what they saw as they stepped back into the room.

Susan was on her hands and knees, Lee in front of her thrusting his thick cock into her mouth, while behind her Sir Richard was driving his cock into her pussy. She was crying out, clearly close to cumming.

Frankee was kneeling in front of David, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked his cock. Martin was stood next them, Frankee's hand stroking him slowly. As they watched, Frankee gave David one last suck and then leant over to Martin, drawing him deeply into her mouth as she reached out to hold David's cock.

Derek was laying back on a settee, with Denise straddling him, riding his cock, while Ashley knelt over his face, his tongue deep inside her. Beside them, Amanda was kneeling up, leaning against the back of the settee while Nick fucked her, her breasts swaying as he drove his cock into her. Amanda twisted her head and said something, a deliciously wicked grin on her face. Nick pulled out, and Amanda turned towards Denise, pulling her into a close embrace, their hands and mouths discovering each others bodies. As they embraced, Nick dropped to his knees and took Derek's throbbing cock into his mouth.

Nearest to them, Kim was sat on the edge of the table, with Carl standing between her legs. They watched as his ass tightened with every thrust. Kim saw them and smiled, saying something to Carl. He stopped and turned, his cock jutting out in front of him, shiny with Kim's juices. They walked across to Mark and Katy, and led them further into the room. Mark felt his cock rising again even before Kim reached for him. Katy was on fire even before she reached for Carl's cock, and his hands found her breasts. He leant to kiss her, but Katy had just enough time to catch Mark looking at her.

They grinned happily at each other as they saw a new life open up in front of them.

In more ways than one.

THE END



Sealing the Deal



Thanks to amarriedguy408 for editing.

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Leila was seated at her desk wearing the typical office attire: a plum purple, buttoned down blouse with the top three buttons undone so that the smallest peek of her black lacy bra was visible. It was tucked into a black pencil skirt that was hugging the curves of her hips and ass as if it were designed for her. The black, sheer thigh high stockings and black pumps made her feel very sexy. She was waiting for her next sales-pitch meeting which should be arriving any moment now. Waiting for him to arrive was always the worst part about these meetings. Leila had a shark reputation in her field. Most of her colleagues and co-workers despised the fact that a woman held that position. She was tired of Corporate Big-Wigs walking into her office and judging her as just another female that slept her way to the top as soon as they walked in. She could almost smell it on them when they would approach to shake hands. It disgusted her and often left a bad taste in her mouth before the meeting even began. 

The buzzing intercom on her desk indicated that her potential corporate "suitor" had arrived. She stood to meet him, and as his hand grasped hers in a semi-formal shake of first greeting, she could see by the twinkle in his eye that he was here for something other than typical business. She caught his eyes trying to sneak a peak down her shirt as she offered him a seat. As she took her seat she thought to herself "If it's games you want, I would be happy to oblige,". As he began his small talk of a sales-pitch, Leila took her pen and dragged it across the outline of her lower lip, tilting her head to the side to indicate that she might be the slightest bit interested in what he was saying. Her eyes wandered down to his lap as she nipped her bottom lip with her teeth. As her gaze rose back to his mouth, he began to stumble over his words. "Oh the things I would love to do with that fumbling mouth of yours," she naughtily thought to herself.

She snuck a glance further up and they locked eyes briefly before she returned to staring at his mouth. His lips appeared so soft and welcoming as they formed their words. His pink tongue slipped between his teeth periodically as each phrase escaped his lips. She found it a little erotic and couldn't break the spell it had cast over her. She couldn't stop staring; wondering what wondrous feelings it could create over her body. Her mind wandered and visions of skin on skin, mouth on flesh, tongues tangling in rhythmic dance flashed through her mind. She was barely listening to him anymore as her eyes moved down his arms and paused on his hands. Beneath his beautiful manicure and clear-coated fingernails, she saw hints of strength and physical labor. Small scars across his knuckles. Traces of calluses on his palms. Out of place imperfections. What did he do in his prior life? How did he get to where he is? Those were not the hands of someone fed from a silver spoon. He had worked hard in the past. Those were the hands of strength and determination. She wanted to feel them against her creamy, smooth flesh. He nervously shifted in his chair snapping her back to reality. To her dismay, his movements broke the spell that had begun clouding her mind.

"I can't tell if you are unprepared or a little flustered in your delivery," she interrupted. "You see, I'm a very busy woman and wouldn't appreciate my time being wasted by someone who would come to a sales meeting completely unprepared. I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you are just nervous as my reputation seems to have preceded our meeting. There's a water cooler in the hall around the corner if you would like to excuse yourself and grab a refreshing drink and start again." She motioned to her office door with a tilt of her head and immediately looked down to her desk to portray a feeling of pure irritation.

He stood and walked towards the door to get to the hallway. As he was filling his plastic cup with water, he let out a sigh. "What just happened?" He coached himself internally. "I am fully prepared. When I walked in, I swear she was throwing vibes of lust and wanton left and right. Then those eyes; that stare. Wasn't she just checking out my package? She switched signals without so much as a precursor to her current mood. What the fuck was that?!?!" Pulling himself together and clearing his thoughts, he walked back to her office door. Hesitantly, he lightly knocked on the door for permission to enter. He walked in to find her standing at the large glass window that looked out over the city. She was staring at nothing in particular, however looking extremely pensive. Her back was to him.

"Close the door and have a seat" she commanded. "Before we continue, let me be direct: I could really care less about whatever it is that you have or have not prepared to present to me. Fact is, when you walked in, you exuded more confidence than I'm used to in a sales-pitch. As of late, it seems most guys are in fear of rejection and that is more off-putting to me than stuttering and stumbling over words you have practiced repeatedly." She turned to face him and as she started towards him, he couldn't help but notice another button was undone on her blouse. "Your confidence caught me off-guard and therefore extracted my immediate "shark-like" qualities to shut you down and knock you down a few pegs verbally. You reacted quite well which tends to change things a little bit. I'm not that easy to shock or even become enthralled so quickly by a stranger. There's something in you that has captured my attention." As she got closer to him, she released her hair from the pins atop her head. Ebony tresses cascaded around her face as she stood less than a foot from him, looking down into his intrigued eyes. 

"It is I that has a proposition for you, Mr. Allen. If I take this deal, your career will undoubtedly catapult forward making you one of the most powerful men in the game in this fine city. Being attracted to all things powerful, that makes you useful to me. I think that as a team, we could make great strides in this business. The full extent of our "teamwork" must never be made public. I realize this requires quite the leap of faith on your part as you are not fully aware of what you will be agreeing to, but I need an answer within the next ten minutes as to whether or not you are willing to play ball."

Placing her hands on the arm rests of his chair on either side of him, she bent down and lowered her face within inches of his to make eye contact, giving him the perfect, unobstructed view down her blouse to her breasts which were spilling out of the top of her bra. It was almost as if her breasts were begging him to free them with his strong hands. His breathing got heavy and more shallow as his cock began to stiffen in his slacks. As if she was reading his dirty thoughts, a coy smile played across her lips. She closed her eyes, tilted her head and leaned in as if asking for a kiss. Just as their lips were about to meet, she whispered, "I'm going to need an answer before this goes any further" and she stood upright. Before she could take two steps away from him, she felt him standing behind her. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her close to him. She could feel his hard erection pressing against her ass.

"I'm game," he forcefully whispered in her ear. "However, I have my own list of demands as well." Bending her over her desk and grinding up against he, he continued "I have a feeling I know what is going to be entailed in your proposition and as my body language has proven throughout this last hour, I'm willing to play. I'm not the true submissive type and I'm sure you picked up that on being attracted to power as you claim. I'm not at your beck and call any more than you are at mine. If I'm to be your fuck toy, you will also be mine." Sliding her skirt up to the small of her back, he saw the tops of her stockings and garters that stretched over her exposed ass in her thong. The palm of his hand came down with a loud SMACK on the flesh of her ass as she yelled out, "DEAL!"

"I also accept your end of the deal, Ms. Johnson," he said as he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back and pulling her up into a standing position. With his free hand, he reached around and groped her breast through her shirt, his breath heavy in her ear. She could feel a familiar tingle between her legs as her pussy started to moisten and her clit swelled with desire. She tilted her head backward granting him access to her neck and throat. He tied her hands together with his necktie and bit her neck as his hands finished unbuttoning her blouse. An excited gasp escaped her lips as his fingers pulled the cups of her bra down beneath her breasts pushing them upward and making quite the display. He continued his oral assault on her neck as his fingertips twist and teased her nipples enticing a loud moan from her lips.

She turned around and leaning back against her desk, she chuckled "I'm a little disappointed in your ability to tie a knot," She presented her freed wrists to him. "Although you get points for being aggressive, I would have thought you more of a boy scout." 

She tucked her full breasts back into their rightful place and began to re-button her blouse and straighten her skirt. Kneeling before him and tracing the outline of his stiff erection against his slacks with her fingernails, she slowly unzipped his slacks. Pushing the front of his boxers to the side, his rock hard cock sprang free. Impressed by the girth, she licked the tiny bit of pre-cum leaking out of the tip. Like she was applying lipstick, she rubbed the now wet head of his cock over her lips. She flicked her tongue across the bottom of his shaft before taking him into her mouth. Her tongue stroked his shaft as the head reached the softness of the back of her throat. As he pressed forward, he was excited by the appearance of a lack of gag reflex that she has perfected over time. She slid his stiff cock down her throat and buried her nose in his pubic hair. He took hold of the back oh her head and forced more of his cock down her throat. Although she wasn't the submissive type, this little action by her new lover sent a very strong tingle through her body and she could feel her thong drenched in her juices. Sudden visions of him coming all over her face were dangling in her eyes. Finding herself in completely uncharted territory, she stood up.

"That will be all for today, Mr. Allen. I have my next meeting in thirty minutes and would like to be fully prepared for my client as I'm sure you understand. My secretary will contact your office to set up our next meeting. It's been a pleasure" as she extended her hand to him in a formal handshake concluding their meeting. She walked back to her desk and sat down, not giving him another look as he collected himself and walked out the door.

As the door closed, she let out an audible sigh of relief. She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to keep her composure during their meeting. Another few moments of all that tension and she was going to have to do something more drastic. It was hard enough to stop herself from giving him the pleasure of a full blow job as it was. 

What was he doing to her? It had been decades since she actually craved the satisfaction of sexual submission. Was she subconsciously growing tired of being so dominant? She leaned back in her chair shaking her head. 

"Stop it," she demanded of herself. "You're not the type to throw in the towel so easily and become dominated. You didn't get this far by not fighting urges to find the easy way out, don't start now."

She took a deep breath and pressed the button on her intercom. "Please set up a second meeting with Mr. Allen for late next week."

She had to regain and maintain her dominance in this situation before it got out of hand. Making him wait a week before they met again might give her the edge she needs. It would at least give her more time to get a grip on herself and regather her composure. 

Something was very appealing about submitting to this man and she needed to figure it out before she got caught up and defeated.