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A Business Arrangement Ch. 1

By: Isabella Thorne



It is 10:03 a.m. on the office clock ... I am late for our meeting. I hastily enter the boardroom where already the chairs are filled as they sit waiting impatiently for me. They are business people .. men and women .. they number eight in all. I enter and lock the door behind me. I remove my clothes. In this soundproof conference room I am the only one naked. They settle back and contemplate .. all eight pairs of eyes lustfully scrutinizing me.

That is our arrangement. I was laid off in my previous office job due to cutbacks but I had excellent administrative skills, an outgoing personality, and an attractive figure, with blonde hair and a smile that often drew people's attention.

It didn't take long for me to land my first interview. It was at a very prestigious office for a large marketing company. My interviewer was a handsome man in his late 30s. It was a good interview. I handled myself very well in spite of my nervousness and he was pleased with my answers. He seemed to find me attractive, as he kept looking me up and down which only made me fidget more.

The office was sparsely decorated with his large cluttered desk dominating most of the space. There was a print of Van Gogh's Sunflowers on one wall .. on the opposite wall was a large mirror which I remember thinking looked rather peculiar and out of place in an office. He excused himself and returned minutes later with a pleased look on his face.

Finally he told me. My office qualifications are impeccable .. but there are a group of people in the office who need more from me ... they need a slut ... a blonde slut. They interviewed hundreds of applicants but had found none to their liking. I was exactly what they were looking for.

He told me they would triple their advertised salary if I agreed to it. I was intrigued. Deep inside of me is a slut yearning to be released .. at times the lust I feel is almost overwhelming. I loved the thought of being a dirty little girl. I listened more.

He said they are a group of people who need to have a slut at 10:00 a.m. and 3:00 p.m. every day. It is camouflaged as a meeting to others who are not in the group. The conference room is soundproofed and locked. No one outside knows as they hustle back and forth across the hall outside attending to their urgent business.

I have been working here now for six months .. pleasing my bosses as their slut.

Randomly one calls out to me. Today it is the tall bald man in the grey pinstripe suit. He is slightly overweight but engaging nonetheless. I climb on top of the table and crawl towards him naked as always.

He asks me to play with my nipples ... they are not hard enough for him. He likes to see my nipples firmly pointing out towards him. I play with them and I am getting hot. They are all watching me so closely, so carefully.

He tells me to stand up on the table and show him my clit, which I willingly do. It is throbbing by now with excitement. He tells me to turn slowly so everyone can see .. and asks me to play with myself. I love to play with myself for them. I love to please them in that way. It makes me feel so slutty.

He tells me to insert 2 fingers into my pussy and fuck myself so they can watch their little blonde slut. My fingers are dripping with my cum as my body begins to quiver and I moan.

The woman in the tight navy blue dress wants a taste of my cum. I crawl to her on the table and spread my legs wide the way she likes me to. Her tongue feels so wet and so hot on my cunt. I can feel her breath. It is unbearable. I cum for the first time at our 10:00 that day. She is so beautiful with her red hair tied back away from her face and her mouth is dripping with my hot juices. She is pleased with me .. she loves me to cum in her mouth for her.

I am called on again. This time it is the younger man with the earring in his left ear .. he is always so impatient with me. I crawl back to him. I have been a naughty girl he tells me and I need a spanking. I was three minutes late for our meeting. He stands up and spanks my ass until it turns the shade of red that he so desires. I love to have my ass red for him. I know how much he likes it.

He then takes me from behind ... unzipping his pants and pulling out that huge cock of his. He shoves it into my dripping pussy hard. He knows his blonde slut well. He knows to fuck me hard and deep as he pulls my hair hard ... while I cum again. The others are watching with deep concentration. He shoots his hot load on my breasts and there is so much cum this time that it spills over to my face. I am allowed to wipe his cum from my face and lick it .. but not allowed to remove the sweet juice from my body. I would lick and swallow his cum anytime he desires. I love to please my impatient lover this way.

I am called yet again. I am surprised because she does not call on me at every meeting. I must be arousing her very much. She is the one with the toys. She loves to see her hot slut take her toys for her. I crawl on the table to face her. She has chosen a big one today .. the blue one which has always been my favourite ... and she fucks my mouth with it so I can get it nice and wet the way she wants it. She lays me back and spreads my legs wide. She fucks my pussy that is still dripping and quivering from cumming only moments ago. She fucks me hard with that big dildo of hers as she watches my face closely and calls me her little blonde slut. I cum again harder ... the others are watching even more intensely now. They are all telling me how pleased they are with their little blonde slut. They have never seen such a good slut before. The muscular black man with the gigantic hands then demands that I once again stand on the table. He asks me to spread my ass cheeks and show everyone what a sweet tight little ass I have and everyone examines it closely. They are pleased.

He then calls me back to him so that he can lick my ass hole. My ass is covered with his saliva. I am dripping as he inserts his finger. He is fucking my ass now with his finger .. and he unhurriedly slides another finger in. It feels soooooooooooooo good. I quickly cum again in spasms as I beg him to fuck my ass.

The others confer amongst themselves ... no I must fuck my cunt with a bigger toy. I am pleased to do so for them. I shove it in and continue to beg while I fuck my pussy.. begging him to fuck my ass. I love feeling his cock in my ass. It is so big and powerful and stretches me so.

He grabs me by the hair with those massive hands of his and demands that I suck his aching black cock making sure it is big and hard enough to stretch my ass the way he wants it stretched out. I eagerly swallow his cock as he thrusts it back and forth deep into my throat until I can barely beg anymore.

He fucks my ass deep the way I crave to feel it ... fucking me deeper as I cum again and again screaming with each plunge of his massive cock.

The quiet one of the group .. the tall lanky man in the grey buttoned down collar shirt then decides he wants to fuck my mouth while I am cumming. He shoves his cock in my mouth while he pulls my hair .. fucking my mouth harder with each firm shove. I am cumming even harder .. his cock is stifling my screams.

The bald man in the grey pinstripe suit says he did not fuck me yet at our 10:00 and demands I pull out the dildo .. he wants to fuck my pussy. I am being fucked in the ass now and in my dripping cunt and my open mouth ... I am cumming sooooooooo hard for them.

The four of us cum together .. the men grunting and moaning and the quiet one almost screaming .. calling me their good little slut. I am covered in their cum. My mouth is dripping, my ass is oozing with hot steamy cum and the mammoth sticky load in my pussy is slowly trickling down my legs.

The tall shapely woman in the corner finally walks over to me. She slowly licks my breasts and pussy and ass hole clean for me while she pats my hair and tells me what a good little slut I have been. She then offers me her tongue, which I readily embrace with my willing tongue, as I taste the hot juices that once covered my body.

Our 10:00 get-together is over. I put on my clothes and we go back to our offices. I will be ready for our 3:00 meeting this afternoon. I am their blonde office slut.

A Business Arrangement Ch. 2



Pt. II: A Business Meeting

I am anxiously waiting at my desk for your call. You are keeping me in anticipation ... it is almost an hour passed the time that you usually call for me and the waiting is almost becoming unbearable ... I cannot concentrate on the stacks of files piled high on my desk.

Finally my phone rings and you ask me to come into your office right away. I rush in, closing the door behind me. Much to my surprise, you have a woman in your office with you.

"Isabella, I want you to meet Tess" ... you say. Standing before me is one of the most beautiful redheads I have seen in a long time ... standing what looks like over 6 feet tall ... knock out curvaceous body with huge voluptuous breasts .. long flowing hair past her shoulders ..dressed in a snugly fitting low cut black suit, with black hose and high stiletto heels.

She looks me up and down slowly and begins smiling mischievously. She does not talk to me, but tells you how pleased she is with me .. that you have indeed selected a good slut.

Finally Tess addresses me ... "Take off your clothes now" she demands. I look to you for guidance .. and you give me a smiling nod. Immediately, I obey.

I remove my short tight skirt and black silk blouse .... I am standing before the two of you in my black bra and silk thong ... sheer black stockings with black lace garter belt which is what I wear daily for your pleasure ... I am still wearing my black patent pumps ...

"Remove your bra and thong slut" you demand ... which I do without hesitation.

Tess then runs her hands all over my body ... squeezing my breasts ... pinching my nipples until they stand out hard and erect for you. I am getting wet now .. and she slides her hand between my thighs to feel my wetness ... I am squirming at her touch.

She stops for a moment and turning to you she purrs .. "Oh yes, I know how you like to wax your slaves .... very nice indeed. I do so love a smooth pussy".

You then demand that I sit on your drafting table and spread my legs wide for your Tess ... she has to taste me now. Oooooooooooh how good it feels to have your beautiful Tess lick my cunt ... how hot she is making me ... just the way you want me. My clit is swollen and throbbing with excitement.

All of a sudden, without any warning, I being to cum uncontrollably .... I am so turned on by you watching your slut having her dripping cunt sucked by this beautiful redhead.

"Slut, I did not say you could cum yet .... Have you no patience?" you tell me in a stern voice. You did not have to speak .. I could tell by the frown on your face I have displeased you. I bow my head in shame. "I am sorry Master".

You grab me off of the table and demand I bend over your knee. "We will show Tess now how I discipline you when you displease your Master." You spank me good and hard with the riding crop you have hidden away in your closet ... spank me the way I deserve ... the way I crave ... crave always to have my ass red for you ... to please you.

With my ass still stinging, you demand that I crawl back on top of your drafting table. You want me spread eagled ... and you tie my hands and feet to the four corners with the rope you keep for me in the bottom drawer of your filing cabinet. You then flip the table so that I am suspended on the table but upright for your pleasure ... the toe tips of my shoes are barely touching the floor.

It is then you bring out your camera ... "Just a few souvenir shots for Tess" you snicker. You laugh at my embarrassment and click away ... click away while Tess is eating me ... sucking me ... and yes fucking me with her vast array of toys.

She removes her damp lace panties and waves them back and forth under my nose .... mmmm she says .... "You like the smell, don't you bitch ... you like it you little slut ... you are dying to taste me". She then rubs her panties all over my face ... teasing me ... seducing me even more into her power ... "Not today my little cunt sucking girl toy .. not today .... " she whispers.

I am begging her for a glimpse .. a taste .. a lick ... of that sweet smelling precious little pussy ... but she just laughs and again tells me I will not enjoy her treasures today.

Never before had a woman wearing a strap-on dildo fuck me. But you insist that I feel that pleasure for you to witness ... for you to photograph. Tess hikes up her skirt to connect the strap-on to her body. I immediately notice that the strap-on is not as large as my Master's cock but is slightly thicker. She fucks me hard while I am tied helplessly to that drafting table ... showing me no mercy. It is as if she has become an incensed force fucking me to depths I have never before experienced with a woman.

Finally Tess is satisfied with her probing and licking and sucking and fucking. You finally allow me to cum and I climax more intensely than ever knowing that the camera is flashing away. Thank you Master.

It is then your turn. With my cum dripping down my inner thighs, you fuck me hard and deep with that big hard cock I so love. I cum over and over. Finally you are ready to climax and you shoot your huge load all over my tits and face.

Because I am still tied up, I cannot even wipe away any of your hot sticky cum ... it is trickling down my eyelids and cheeks now ... oozing slowly down to my outstretched pleading tongue ... click .. click .. Tess is taking the pictures now.

Tess is ready to leave. She doesn't say a word to me .. turning to you she thanks you for letting her play with your slut ... and thanks you too for the pictures. She leaves quickly then and takes her stack of polaroids with her.

You untie me and tell me to clean up and dress. You then passionately kiss me telling me what a good little slut I have been for you today ... very obedient indeed. You are proud of me.

"The next time you see Tess again, you will address her as Mistress or Miss Tess ... do you understand Isabella?" "Yes Master I understand" I manage to utter.

"How deliciously wicked .. how wonderfully slutty" I think to myself ... "to serve both a Master and a Mistress". I am getting unbelievably hot and horny at the thought of it ... at the thought of submitting my body freely to the two of you ... to bring you both to heights of pleasure you have never before known.

"Now return to your desk, you dirty little slut, and get back to work". In spite of the stern words, I cannot help but notice the pleased smile on your face.



A Business Arrangement Ch. 3



Chapter 3: The Marketing Submission

I must have read and reread that $16 million marketing contract with Richards International a dozen times during the last hour, pacing back and forth in my office like a prosecutor before a grand jury. 

"Now that I think of it, I didn't even review a marketing plan with him, for fuck's sake! You've made a total fool out of yourself this time, Isabella." 

Those things he made me do – was he, in fact, testing me? Did I have to pass some sort of "trial run" ritual before he bestowed his prestigious marketing account on the lap of our firm? 

It is hard for me to believe that I first met him only one week ago. 

When Jerry Richards slowly looked me up and down that spring day, I felt almost excruciating embarrassment. Yet I did not try to stop him in any way from trying to envision my body. In fact, I liked it. 

He caught me off guard. As I look back on it now, I realize that he probably counted on doing just that. In fact he probably relished in it. 

I am certain that I had acted like nothing more than a common tramp with Jerry, but, in my defense, you must understand just how sex-starved I was. 

Well now that I've let you in on a bit of my kinky exploits, I guess I owe it to you to give you some background on how this interesting moment in my basically dull and predictable life came about. 

Even though I am in my early forties, my giddish-teenage-girl side comes out when I get wound up – maybe it's because I've repressed her for so long. 

I should let you know a little bit about myself. I have to confess that when I said early forties, I might have embellished that part a wee bit. I am actually 48 years of age – turning 49 this year. Most people will tell you, though, I don't look anywhere near my age. 

I have a grown son who is 26. He and I don't see much of each other since he lives all the way on the other side of the country. His father was strong and evil and controlling enough to shut me out of Zachary's life completely since I left the "matrimonial home" just over 10 years ago. 

"Matrimonial home"? I mean I never even heard that expression before the separation proceedings started – now that phrase is in my thoughts nearly every day since the divorce. 

I've worked hard building a career and have advanced myself to Senior International Accounts Manager with M. Monroe Marketing – not bad for starting out as a Kelly Temp Girl and then a full time administrative assistant. I even took night classes at college for four years while maintaining a full-time position. Hey, maybe I'm bragging a bit, but I've worked hard to get my life back to the standard of living I had before I left my marriage. 

I took my fair share of shots and capitalized on my opportunities. Some of those opportunities may have been a bit on the shady side, but I always thought that was just part of the business. 

Here I sit today, on top of the crème de la crème of international high tech accounts. 

As a woman of responsibility, integrity, character, and a certain degree of Victorian morality and principles, most men have shied away from me, especially when it came to romance. But sometimes I have to laugh at that notion people have of me. 

Victorian morality – moi? If my co-workers and friends only knew the real inner me – my secret dirty, naughty, almost uncivilized thoughts and fantasies – any notion of highbrow proprietary would quickly be thrown out with yesterday's Jacuzzi water. 

But the outer Isabella – the view most people have of me – that is probably the reason why I've not had sex in three years, 5 months, 2 weeks and 3 days. Yes, I have been keeping a daily mental note and, yes, this is my all-time record – a record I vow to break each morning as I wake up. 

My love life is virtually – no, let me rephrase that – absolutely – nonexistent! 

Nonexistent except for the intimate relations I have with my 10-inch true-to-life replica of Ron Jeremy's privates. That thing set me back almost $100 for the deluxe model but, as the sales clerk whispered with a sly wink when I bought it, "worth every damn penny, sweetie." 

It's not that I don't want sex. I guess it's just that I am afraid of being hurt again and anyone who does attract me, I push away. I always managed to mentally justify my lack of sex as a trade-off for my business success. 

But all that changed one beautiful sunny Friday afternoon in April. It was my last call of the day at 5:00. Some friends begged me to cancel and hit "happy hour" with them at nearby patio bar. 

Normally I would have acquiesced in a second; however my voices told me, "Not this time! You have been trying to get this appointment for nearly three months. No way baby! Cocktails will have to wait!" 

Always being one to follow my inner voices, I heeded their instructions and politely declined the invitation of my friends, begging off with a rain check for a later date. 

I left my office, hopped into my cherry red Mustang convertible, and decided to fly with my top down. Alanis Morissette was blaring from my CD player as I hit the highway at about 85. 

"And all I really want is some patience … a way to calm the angry voice … and all I really want is deliverance" … 

"What I wouldn't give to find a soul mate …. someone else to catch this drift ….and what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred … Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute … Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while … " 

After a short while, I could see my destination glimmering in the distance like a tall diamond scraping the virgin blue sky with its prominent architectural points – The Pinnacle Building. 

Virtually all of the software for the entire national government is manufactured right here and many prestigious worldwide companies also utilize the Richards International magic. 

This multi-billion dollar international conglomerate was founded and run by one man – or should I say boy. He is a 25 year-youngster. This whiz kid's reputation as a predator in the business world is impressive and his reputation as a technical genius is indeed legendary. Surely some sort of pact with the devil attributed to and created to explain his unusual success at such a tender age! 

"Hey what the fuck – I don't care! If I score this deal, then maybe I can relax the reins a little and start living the high life for a change." 

"Jesus Christ, this building is one massive structure – and all glass – now that's impressive." I entered the massive atrium. 

Parrots and other exotic birds flew freely throughout the massive open space. Pelicans walked the floors like busy pedestrians in a metropolis while exotic fish swam in the myriad of ponds that decorated the interior landscape. Beautiful flowers and trees adorned the atrium giving the illusion of a tropical paradise. 

The rays of the late afternoon sun penetrated the area like nightspots in an airport. No reception desk was in sight and I was looking for some direction, when all of a sudden a security guard – a massive mountain of a man – gently touched my arm and said, "May I help you, miss?" 

Politely I handed him my card and explained that, "I was here to see Jerr ... I … I mean Mr. Richards." 

"Just one moment please ... " He disappeared and then, within a few moments, mysteriously reappeared. "Right this way ma'am." 

"Thank you," I replied and followed him to a glass elevator that took us up 60 stories. Now, I've been in high-speed elevators and hi-rises before, but never have I been able to see the outside while engaged in my ascension. 

Within moments that which appeared so large and lifelike on the ground, now seemed so small and then – oh no – POP – my ears. 

"God, I hate that!" 

The guard stood firmly, never making eye contact. Suddenly the elevator slowed to a stop and he took out a key, placed it into a keyhole and turned it, to ascend us one more floor. 

The elevator ride finally came to an end and the doors opened. 

Even more impressive than the atrium was the reception area of what I anticipated as being one of the most extraordinary offices that I have ever entered. 

Lo and behold, there was the reception desk, with not one, but three women with headsets. As phones rang constantly in the background these gorgeous women were, oddly enough, all speaking different languages at the same time. 

Behind them clocks from virtually every time zone on the planet ticked their moments away in unison – tick tick tick. 

I asked the guard, "Is Mr. Richards' office on this floor?" 

For the first time, the guard's stone face broke into a smile and he replied "Ma'am this whole floor IS Mr. Richards' office." 

"Oh," I said timidly. 

"Now you've made yourself look way too blonde, silly girl," I thought to myself. 

"All of these beautiful, bright, sophisticated women scurrying like ants from one end of his super-sized office to the other – with only one extremely maniacal and focused purpose – to serve the vision of the international whiz kid – the inaccessible arrogant genius, who today was granting me an audience and an opportunity to get a piece of his extensive and lucrative marketing budget." 

My hair was a bit mussed and I primped it up just a bit – making sure it didn't look too "pouffy". My silky nude hose beautifully accented my Gucci patent leather pumps and I knew my new dark blue Donna Karen suit was hot-looking – short tight skirt, long tailored jacket and sheer cream silk blouse with the top three buttons undone. I wore an ivory demi lace wonderbra to accentuate my plunging cleavage, but to avoid unsightly panty lines, I decided to go shamelessly al fresco under my pantyhose. My lucky gold cross adorned my neck. A spritz of my favourite perfume – Calvin Klein's Obsession – the musky scent tantalizing and barely noticeable – was just subtle enough to seduce. 

"Who was I kidding?" I thought. "This kid could have any woman he desires. Me trying to be sexy for him? I've got to be nuts! No, I will impress him with my forcefulness and knowledge and maybe just a smidgen of charm." 

"I don't care how rich and powerful he is. He is younger than my own son, for Christ's sake!" 

"Yeah right – who am I kidding? I am one nervous wreck. Oh well, as Charlie Sheen said in the movie 'Wall Street', 'All of life comes down to a few moments – and this – this is definitely one of them!' " 

I clutched my black leather briefcase firmly under my arm and tried to reassure myself that the marketing plan I would soon pitch to Mr. Richards was going to impress him so much that he would end up begging our firm to represent his interests. 

The guard looked at me, questioning me with his eyes. "Are you ready?" they seemed to say, and he graciously opened the door to Mr. Richards' office. 

There he stood. 

"Gasp!" my voices screamed inside me as my heart skipped a million beats. 

He extended his hand, "Ms. Thorne, or if I may, I'd love to call you Eesabella - possibly the most gorgeous name a woman could have!" 

I must have turned ten shades of crimson then but he was gracious enough to pretend not to notice. No one had ever pronounced my name like that before. I liked it. I liked it a lot. 

Of French Canadian origin, Jerry Richards had changed his name from the original francophone version of "Gérald Richard" (the last name is pronounced "Reeshar" like the famous Canadian hockey legend Maurice "Rocket" Richard) years ago, in an effort to better "anglicize" his image for the international marketplace. In spite of his noble intentions and flawless English, however, his telltale, and somewhat sexy, Quebecois accent still trickles through. 

Firmly, I shook his hand saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Richards – and yes, by all means you may call me Isabella." 

"Only if you call me Jerry!" Not taking his eyes off of me for an instant, he addressed the guard, "Nathan, that will be all." Without a sound Nathan bowed, turned and left the room. 

"My goodness, what a lovely smile you have, Eesabella!" Jerry motioned to a couch. "Please have a seat. May I get you anything – coffee or something cold perhaps?" 

"Evian water would be nice," I replied, and in as poised a manner as I could muster, I walked as encouraged to the couch. 

"Oh God, please don't let the tops of my pantyhose show," I thought nervously as I tugged at the bottom of what now seemed my way-too-short skirt and tried to sit as lady-like as I could, sinking back bit by bit into the soft leather couch. 

Suddenly I felt so out of place. "What was I thinking when I bought a skirt this tight and short?" I thought. "I can barely pour myself into it. I am nearly 50 years old for Christ's sake!" 

It was at that moment that I noticed. I thought I was mistaken at first. No, it couldn't be – or could it? Was he staring at my legs? 

Shyly I looked away. "Oh I am blushing again – he is going to think I am acting like a high school girl", and with that thought a small giggle escaped my lips. 

He turned around and headed to the wet bar across the room. Had he noticed the giggle? Now I was getting nervous. I couldn't blow this deal. 

I tried to relax as I surveyed the office. It was sparsely but tastefully decorated. A Leonard Cohen lithograph adorned the wall next to me and the nude woman from the picture was so erotic I began to feel turned on. 

"OK, girl, now you are losing it – where is there left for you to look?" Everything in the room seemed to represent sex – from the phallic-shaped telephone to the erotic artwork scattered sporadically throughout the room. 

I opened my briefcase and took out several stacks of papers – three different and unique marketing proposals. One of them was sure to please him! I began fidgeting with the documents and laid them out in three neat piles on the coffee table in front of me. 

Finally he returned with a couple of drinks. One look at the drinks and I could tell he wasn't serving Evian water. 

"I just thought we could relax a little over our business meeting, n'est-ce pas?" Jerry said with a mischievous grin – a little boy's grin, like that of a naughty child who knows he is about to get away with something forbidden. It is always the grins that get me. 

"What's in the drinks?" 

"Just a little Richards Special", he snickered. "Try it, cherie – you'll like it – most women do." 

Damn he was sure of himself. 

But I could see why. At well over 6 feet tall, his young lanky physique was firm and slightly muscular. His straight light brown hair hung loosely over his ears and he had a habit of brushing back loose strands that fell into his eyes from time to time. 

And thank goodness he would brush back those strands or else they would block my view of those delicious gray-blue eyes of his – eyes that pierced through my physical being to reach something forbidden inside. 

He wore a navy Armani pinstripe suit with the casual ease of a man dressed in blue jeans. The two gold stud earrings in his left ear gave him just enough of a bad-boy edge to stir my interest even more. 

I reached for my drink and the pungent aroma of expensive, well-aged scotch drifted into my senses. 

A few Richards Specials later and my clever business banter soon gave way to nervous giggling. I found myself succumbing to Jerry's insistent sensuous whispers – whispers about my body. 

Jerry told me how much he admired my breasts and how much he wanted to play with them. He asked me if I liked making his cock hard. He told me I dressed like a slut and that he knew how to take care of sluts like me. 

Believe me when I tell you that, at that moment in time, my whole body craved so badly for the touch of that wunder kindt, I would have gladly committed murder if it meant feeling his hands on me. 

It was then he revealed his wicked secret to me. He told me how he always searched out older women who were sexually adventurous – women like me. He told me that only an older woman could quench the heat of his desires because only a woman who is sure and confident of her body could allow him the luxury to indulge in the things he craves. 

I listened with awe. How much did he really know about me – had he done some kind of "research"? It couldn't be that difficult for someone in his position to do. 

"Eesabella", he commanded out of nowhere, "remove your clothes for me now." 

"I can't … I … I can't do that … we are in your office for Christ sake." But even as I spoke those words, I knew I would do it. 

I stripped for him under the harsh glaring fluorescent lights. 

"Wait slut – leave your pantyhose and shoes on." 

I stood naked in front on him, dressed only in my sheer silk Christian Dior pantyhose and shiny black pumps, as he took me into his arms and kissed me hard. 

"Jesus, Eesabella, you look so damn fuckable," murmured Jerry. "That hot little body of yours is driving me insane …. Mmmm what luscious tits, and nice full protruding nipples …. mmmmm yes …. so very fuckable." 

His hands were everywhere instantly. He felt every inch of me within minutes and then he spread my legs apart with a swipe, expertly shifting me into a standing spread-eagled position. 

Jerry grabbed one of the pencils from his desk and, using the sharp lead point as a dagger, he tore into the thin veil of material protecting my crotch. 

In one smooth swoop, he tossed the pencil aside and plunged a finger through the freshly-made rip into my wet dripping cunt hole. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa" … I screamed out in pleasure. His long strong finger fucked me harder.

"Get on my desk on all fours." 

"Oh please, Jerry, I can't do that. P-p-please don't ask me to do that". 

"Eesabella you can and you will. Do you understand me?" 

I cleared some space on his enormous cluttered desk and timidly climbed on top. 

"You must remember, my dear slut, to keep your legs open at all times." 

He forced my legs wide open and then savagely ripped my pantyhose apart with both hands, exposing my bald pussy and protruding ass to the harsh lights and his penetrating ogling. 

"That's it Eesabella, cherie – look at how wet you've become – now that is a true sign of a whore." 

"Y-y-y-y-es, Sir", I managed to stutter. My embarrassment was quickly giving way to lust. 

"Oh, I see my new little slut knows how to show obedience. Do you like exposing your body in this fashion?" 

"Ohhhhh yes, Jerry – I m-mean Sir, I do like exposing myself for you". 

"Only for me, slut?" and he walked to his office door. Trickles of my wetness began slithering down my inner thighs. 

"Miss Tess, Miss Jane, and Miss Penny, would you please come into my office, tout de suite!" Jerry barked out impatiently to the women at the reception desk. 

All three were grinning like Cheshire cats as they scurried into his office, walked over to the desk and surrounded me within seconds. 

"Oh my God, they've done this before", I suddenly realized. 

Miss Penny spoke first, "Jerry, this is indeed a prized older tramp – just look at how sensual and curvaceous her body is – and such a soft pretty face. You told me she was nearly 50 – why that is older than my own mother for fuck's sake! But this one could pass for her mid 30's. Believe me, my mother doesn't look anything like this!" 

Normally such a statement would have me elated but at this point I was so fucking embarrassed I couldn't even look up. I stared down at the desk – trying desperately to count the number of notches engrained in the mahogany desktop. 

I guessed Miss Penny to be in her early 20's – how inappropriate for her to be talking about me in this manner. What a sweet piece of eye candy she was, though! 

Dark roots brazenly capped her glossy blonde hair, which fell to the tops of her full breasts – luscious plump breasts that were prominently displayed in a tight raspberry sweater. A short plaid skirt draped her trim hips and allowed a generous view of her long shapely legs. As I looked her over, I noticed with slight surprise, that a small reptilian tattoo peaked through her sheer dark stockings, shamelessly gracing her lower right calf. 




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Snickering, she reached over and started pulling up and down on my nipples in an exaggerated manner – giving the effect of milking a cow. She pinched them harder and harder with each movement of her hand. "You are old enough to be somebody's grandmother, aren't you, whore?" 

"I can't keep this up. This is just way too humiliating and too embarrassing – I am going to say something!" I thought. But I said nothing and I did not move. 

"What a nice touch, Jerry – you made her leave her pantyhose on, darling," piped up Miss Tess, "even though they are torn to shreds and what on earth did you do to this woman to make her pussy so dripping wet?" 

She was idly tapping the palm of her hand with what appeared to be a solid gold Cartier ballpoint pen. Tap-tap-tap. She suddenly stopped playing with it and thrust it into my gaping hole. She pumped that pen so intensely in and out of my delicate little cunt that oodles of my sticky juice just oozed out and my pussy started making gross swishing noises. With that, they all started laughing hysterically and I was humiliated in the most awkward way you could ever imagine. 

"Have you ever had 14 kt of pure gold fuck your sweet little hole, Isabella?" With a satisfied grin, she licked the designer pen clean. 

"Mmmmmm – such a delicious little cunt, too, Jerry!" 

Miss Tess was a stunning redhead with beautiful aqua green eyes. I had noticed her immediately when I entered Mr. Richards' office. She wore this sort of sharp-edged savvy hourglass figure that reminded me of Jane Russell and her famous suspended "Howard Hughes bra" titties. She wore it well. 

"She could dial her own phone with those things", I thought to myself and let out another nervous giggle. 

Tess frowned and spanked my uncovered ass with her bare hand. "Miss Thorne, you little slut, I do not think Mr. Richards wants you laughing at this moment." 

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! 

Ouch – my ass was so exposed and red and it was burning – I had never been treated like this before in my life. 

"Nice work, Miss Tess. Now ladies", said Jerry, "please strip quickly and take your positions around Eesabella." 

Miss Jane was the first to start peeling her clothes off. Taller than the other two women by almost half a foot, the slender brunette removed her skimpy black dress and I was somewhat taken aback to notice that she wore no bra at all underneath. To tell you the truth, though, her tits were nothing more than a couple of little niblets and, if she had in fact worn a bra, it wouldn't have been more than an "AA" cup. 

Her dark exotic nipples were pierced with small silver hoops and a rose tat adorned her petite right breast. She was a graceful Goth-like creature that reminded me of the "heroin chic" models one sees in all the fashion magazines these days. Her stark short dark hair and pale skin perfectly complimented the heavy black liner surrounding her doe-like brown eyes. Dark lipstick stained her full pouty lips. 

All three women were soon undressed. 

Jerry produced an attaché case from under the desk and pulled out an assortment of strap-on dildos with interchangeable shafts of different sizes and colours. 

Next, he got on the intercom, "Nathan, we are ready for you now". 

"Oh my God, did I hear that right – ready for Nathan? What the hell is going on here?" 

Nathan rushed into Mr. Richards' office a few moments later with a video camera and tripod in tow and busily went about setting up the camera. 

"I'm all set now, boss," he said as he looked around the room at the four naked women before him. 

Well honestly I wasn't actually totally naked at that point – not until Miss Tess hastily tore off my Gucci pumps and ripped pantyhose in a wicked frenzy after Jerry motioned his inclination to her. 

"I know that you like girls, Eesabella", said Jerry, "and I love to watch my girls at play with someone new – and, as far as I am concerned, cherie, the older – the better!" 

"I see that you have eyes for our Miss Tess and I must commend you on your excellent taste." 

He picked me up in his strong arms and flung me on the couch as he turned to Miss Tess, "Straddle the little bitch, Tess – let's see how quickly she can bring you to orgasm." 

She sauntered over swaying her hips back and forth like a pseudo hula dancer. Her magnificent breasts bounced as she moved. Her pinkish areolas surrounded a set of succulent erect nipples – the left one pierced by a wee gold barbell. I wanted so much to suck those nipples then, but my mouth was not allowed that particular luxury at that moment. 

Once she straddled my face, I inhaled the delicious fragrance of her red-pubed pussy. How delighted I was to notice that she was a real redhead. I went to work immediately nibbling, licking, and sucking on her protruding clit. It only took a few minutes. 


She let out a gush of cum that splashed over my lips and spilled into my mouth. She tasted as good as she looked – and sounded. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa you are such a sweet little fuck, Isabella – you made me cum so quickly and so hard", she screamed as her huge breasts heaved. 

She got up then and, as the glaring video lights hit my cum stained face, I suddenly realized with an abrupt jolt that Nathan had been filming the whole thing. 

"What kind of sick stuff are these people into?" I thought, but there was no hiding the fact that I was turned on big time. 

Miss Penny and Miss Jane were playing with their pussies as they watched Tess and me and soon they started kissing and groping each other. I got even hornier watching their bodies and mouths intertwine and, before long, they began lavishing their attentions on my moi. 

Miss Penny gently traced her French-manicured fingernail tips across my breasts – barely making contact with my skin – causing thousands of electrified pleasure points to suddenly come to life. I repeatedly squealed out in sheer bliss as the sensual sensations embraced my being. 

"Aaaa, aaaa, oh, oh, oh, aaaaaah, ohhhhhhh …" 

Jerry handed Miss Jane what appeared to be the largest of the strap-on dildos and, with a knowing wink, she soon strapped it on. 

"Turn around, whore, and get on all fours. I want to fuck you like a dog!" 

"Y-y-y-yes, M-m-miss Jane." 

She fucked me hard then – with the biggest dildo I ever had inside my pussy. In fact it was bigger than any cock I have ever experienced too. It must have been at least 12 inches long. 

She was an expert at it, too – with slow intense thrusts in and out – in and out –gradually picking up speed as I moaned and panted like a dog. She lubed my ass and finger-fucked that hole at the same time. My breasts were jiggling every which way as they seemed to take on a life of their own. 

She started pulling at my hair as they all shouted out in unison "Cum, cum, cum ….", and I came for them like the whore I am. 

Jerry's cock was rock solid hard by the time he finally released it from the tight confines of his trousers and his magnificent rigid member sprung forth like a caged animal that finally tastes freedom. 

I couldn't take my eyes of it. It had been years since I saw a real live in-the-flesh penis and this one didn't look as if it would disappoint me! It was nice and thick around, circumcised, about 8 – 9 inches long, and had a magnificent pinkish glistening head that beckoned. 

"This is what you were waiting for, wasn't it, Eesabella?" he demanded as he excitedly started stroking himself. 

Before I could answer him, he picked me up once more and then sat himself down on the coach with his throbbing cock sticking straight up in the air. With my back towards him, he slowly lowered me until his cock was at the edge of my asshole. 

"Open up that sweet ass of yours for Jerry", he whispered abrasively as he pulled back on my hair, and with one smooth thrust he shoved his cock into my ass and then spread my legs apart. 

"Can you see everything through the lens, Nathan?" 

"Oh yea, Mr. Richards. Can you spread her pussy open a little more." "Keep looking at the camera, Miss Thorne." 

Jerry spread my cunt lips wide open for the camera, exposing my illicit pink flesh, and started fucking my tight asshole mercilessly. My cum flowed effortlessly from my uncovered pussy and Miss Penny dove into my crotch, noisily slurping on my juices. 

I felt her tongue jewelry with pleasant surprise. The little pierced metal knob rubbed deliciously against my pulsating clit as she started lapping my dripping cunt frantically at first, gradually subsiding to long deliberate unhurried licks. This was an extreme sensation I had never before experienced and I comprehended then the gratification that had eluded me for such a long, long time. 

"Ohhhhh good God," I thought, "this is starting to turn into a 3-ring circus! I cannot believe I am in the middle of this group of sexual deviants and, even more than that, I cannot believe I am getting off on it." 

"Oh – oh – oh – oh – ohhhhhhhhh." Waves of pleasure rippled through my body. 

Miss Penny seemed to be salivating as she vigilantly perused through the remaining dildos in the case. Her expert fingers inspected each shaft leisurely and thoroughly, finally settling on a stubby clear beaded faux dick. 

Strapping it on, she forced that fat bulbous dildo into me and relentlessly began fucking my pussy hole while Jerry continued to invade my tight asshole. 

The sweet sensual feeling of being stretched and filled so extremely in both holes at the same time, coupled with their steady pounding alternating in and out, was almost enough to drive me away from reality as we know it. 

"Look into the camera, Isabella," demanded Nathan. "We need to see your expression when you climax." 

"Eh??? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," and I managed to look up into the voyeuristic video camera lens as my body shook through yet another orgasm. These orgasms were starting to overlap now. 

"Nice work, fuck-slut", Penny sneered as she got up, slowly releasing the cum-drenched dildo from my gaping cunt hole. 

"Eeeesabella, your ass is so fucking tight … you are going to make me cum … I am going to cum, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cummmm," shouted Jerry urgently. With that, he pulled his cock out of my ass, spun me around and shoved it into my mouth. 

"Suck it dry, bitch!" 

For the first time in my life, I was forced to endure the horror of tasting the faint traces of my own excrement and, before I was even able to gag, I felt his cock pump, pump, pump into my mouth and finally explode. 

Jerry's hot sticky cum erupted like bubbling lava from a volcano and the overpowering taste in my mouth suddenly changed as it mingled with the bitter flavour of freshly spewed sperm. 

Everyone groaned with astonished pleasure at witnessing the spectacle of such an enormous and humiliating submission. 

What just happened? What had I done? I never felt that way before. The delicious new feeling that encompassed me during that slutty submissive display was overpoweringly elating to me. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh fuck, Eesabella, that had to be absolutely, without doubt, the best orgasm I've had in a long, long time." Mr. Richards seemed very satisfied. 

"Thank you, Sir, I am glad I pleased you." 

After that, they alternated positions with me for hours – fucking, sucking and licking each and every one of my willing holes in various humiliating scenes – all the while being filmed by Nathan. They were insatiable. 

Finally, Nathan turned off the video camera. The huge bulge in his pants was very evident and I looked questioningly at Mr. Richards. 

"Finish him off with your mouth, slut." 

I was delighted to have a new cock to play with and I quickly unzipped Nathan's fly. I knelt before him and lowered his trousers and his long, thick dick jutted out to greet me. 

Pre-cum glistened from the knob and I rubbed his cock all over my face. My eyelids, cheeks, lips, and chin were soon streaked with his early semen. I licked and sucked his penis and balls to orgasm within minutes – believe me it wasn't difficult. He began to grunt as soon as I wrapped my lips around his cock and before long he started making that funny kind of face that all men make before they ejaculate. 

"Swallow, bitch, swallow it all," Nathan yelled out as he cupped my face with his huge hands and forced his bursting cock deep – deep – deep inside my mouth. 

His entire smoldering load slid down my throat like fine cognac. 

It was nearing midnight when I left the Pinnacle Building that day. I was exhausted beyond human belief and I must have looked like a “crack ho” as I stumbled to my car, briefcase in hand. I could hardly get my legs to function properly because of the constant fucking. My too tight, too short designer skirt was in wrinkled disarray and I wore no hose. My hair was reminiscent of Debbie Harry in the 80's and my face was smeared with running mascara. 

"Ohhhh Isabella", I thought as I drove off, "that has got to be the nastiest thing you have ever done. What kind of a submissive slut have you turned into?" 

This all happened a week ago and I hadn't heard anything from Jerry or the Richards International Company since then – and today the contract arrived by courier. 

Now that I have confessed all this, things have fallen a wee bit more in perspective for me. I mean, after all, what's wrong with enjoying and further investigating this "Eesabella’s seedier dark side"? 

And I can't discount what I would earn on the commission of a $16 million account – especially when you consider my panache for designer goods coupled with an endlessly growing stack of bills! 

Besides, I am absolutely, without a doubt, positive that we are the right choice to handle the intricate international marketing deals for such a prestigious and high profile company. I know we can give Jerry Richards the biggest bang for his buck – so to speak. 

Satisfied with my conclusion, I finally stop pacing and sit down at my desk just as the shrill ringing of my office phone jolts me out of my thoughts. 

"Bonjour, Isabella Thorne". 

Jerry's powerful voice spills out from the receiver, "Well, have you received the contract, Eesabella?" 

"Uh, uh, yes, Monsieur Richards, it arrived an hour ago." 

"We have reserved our boardroom for you tomorrow morning at 9:00. We trust you will be available for an all-day meeting, Miss Thorne." 

Flushing like a teenager who has just been asked to the senior prom, I nervously start twisting the phone cord around my right index finger. My heart starts pounding with a combination of anticipation and near-panic as I struggle to maintain a business-like and professional manner. 

"Oh yes, Mr. Richards, I'll see you and your staff tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. sharp!" 
I go through the motion of writing this down in my day-timer (as if I could ever forget such an appointment) and politely thank him for phoning before completing the call. 

Kicking my legs high into the air like an out of control can-can dancer, I twirl myself around and around in my swivel office chair. 

"Ooo la la, my dear Monsieur Richards, I think you have just hired yourself one hell of a marketing firm! Yaaaaaahoooooooooo!" 

"You've done it girl – you made it to the top. You’ve just scored the biggest account in Monroe Marketing’s history. And the icing on the cake is that dear dominant boy-wonder, Jerry Richards, and his depraved young staff of gorgeous nymphomaniacs!" 

An unexpected spill of my wetness gushes willy-nilly into my VS signature thong. 

"Oh yea, uh-huh, I think I am going to like this new and improved Eesabella!"