7 comments/ 136631 views/ 16 favorites Anything For The Company By: eroslit I lifted my shirt over my head and watched Phil's eyes lock onto my breasts. He was handsome in bed in just his boxers. I guessed he was somewhere around forty, worked out but not with weights and was nervous around a girl half his age. He was stiff the whole time I undressed him. Stiff as in tense. I was still working on making him stiff as in rigid. I saw the telltale bulge in his shorts and smiled. I put my hands on my breasts and massaged them, lightly tugging on the nipples and rolling them between my fingers. I slid my hands down my body and into the top of my jeans. I watched the expression on his face get more serious the lower my hands got. He finally adjusted his cock when my right hand reached my clit, the outline of my fingers clearly visible under the tight jeans. I played with myself for just a second before unsnapping the pants and pulling down the zipper. The top of my thong was barely visible at the bottom of the zipper. I let the jeans hang open while I peered once more at the swelling under his boxers. He could have a daughter my age. I wondered if he did, and if he ever thought about fucking her. Was he imagining that I was his daughter right now? That would be cool. I started to take off my jeans. I did it as slowly as I could and still make it seem natural. I turned a little so he could see my ass as it was uncovered. I loved this part. I loved to tease. I let the jeans fall to my ankles, then reached down to take them off. His eyes darted from my breasts to my ass to my legs, finally settling on my thong. I adjusted it, making sure it was tight against the outline of my pussy. And to think I got paid for this. When I got hired at the restaurant, I never imagined that part of my job would be to entertain the regional manager while he was in town. My manager at the restaurant was very tactful in how he brought it up with me and we negotiated a suitable fee fairly quickly. It worked well for everybody involved. We could only hope that Phil liked twenty year old brunettes with average tits, but an above average ass and sex drive. So far it appeared he did. I kept my thong on for now. I wanted this to go slowly. And we had a lot to do before I would allow him to cum. Like getting his wrists into the cuffs attached to the headboard. I walked to the edge of the bed and reached for the cuff closest to me. I pulled Phil's right hand up to it and carefully clamped the cuff around his write. He was absorbed in everything I did--every move I made. For his other wrist I leaned over his body, making sure my breasts brushed against him. I fastened the cuff around the wrist and pulled away from him, taunting him with my tits. I felt I controlled everything that happened after that. I'd do what he wanted, but when I wanted to and how I wanted to. In fact, I wasn't sure if I'd ask him or not. Maybe I'd just do it. This was fun. It was time to get serious. I wanted to see what was inside his boxers and I'm sure he wanted me to attend to it. I moved down and ran my hand from his balls to the top of his cock. Even through the material I could feel how big and hard he was. I slipped my fingers inside the boxers and touched the tip of his cock. It twitched at my touch and I shifted my hand until my palm was over his shaft. I gripped him and felt the warmth. The cock throbbed and grew in my hand. I pulled down his shorts until I could see half of his cock. The pink tip was begging to be licked, so I gently placed my lips on it, then my tongue. Again the cock jerked upward. When I pushed his boxers down his legs to fully expose his balls and cock, I began to get truly excited. He was very large and thick and hard. It was going to be difficult to wait. I walked towards the end of the bed so I could take off his boxers. Now he was completely naked, cuffed to the headboard and under my control. Not bad for a restaurant hostess. Phil was looking at my thong again. If he wanted to see my pussy that desperately, that was going to be the last thing I gave him. In the meantime, I moved up and licked him from the base of his cock to the tip. Then I opened my lips and took him in my mouth, slowly sliding down until I almost had it all. I felt the cock hit the back of my throat and I gradually pulled my head back until it fell out of my mouth. At this point I was pretty sure Phil was as hard as he was going to get. So I climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist with my knees. I pulled my hair back so it didn't cover my breasts and sat back until I felt his cock just touch my ass. I stood on the bed—still straddling his body—and finally began to take off my thong. I couldn't get it all the way down because my legs were spread. So I let Phil enjoy the view for a second, then took the thong off one leg, followed by the other. I tossed the thong onto the floor and stood over him with my hand on my pussy. I could feel the wetness and knew I would need his cock soon. When I came back down to my knees, I made sure my bare pussy was just inches from his face. I wouldn't let him lick me. I just wanted him to see it, close up, and know what his cock would be enjoying soon. I slid down his body until my breasts were over his cock. I rubbed them across it before moving up and down with the shaft between my tits. Then I inched forward until my pussy was touching him. I leaned forward and let my breasts hang near his face. I felt his cock rub against my clit and along my wet cunt. It felt so good and his expression seemed to indicate he agreed. It was time to fuck. "Do you want to cum now, Phil?" I asked him, my pussy firmly planted on his cock. "Yes, Traci. Please let me cum." "Do you want me to put your cock inside my cunt so you can cum?" I inquired. "Yes. Please." Did I mention how much fun this was? This man could be an executive in the corporate office some day soon and WHEN he got to cum was up to me. In fact, IF he got to cum was up to me. "Tell me what you want, Phil." "Traci, I want you to put my cock in your cunt so I can cum. I want you to fuck me. Now." "Please," I reminded him. "Please." I smiled. "Well, OK." I reached down and lifted his cock, still amazed at its size for a man his age. I was impressed, and horny. I positioned my cunt above his cock and lowered my body so we just barely touched. A second later I could let go of the cock while the head rested just inside my cunt. We looked at each other. Then Phil's eyes returned to my pussy. He watched his cock disappear before closing his eyes and enjoying the feel of my tight cunt taking him in. I slid down the shaft until resting on his body. Even I moaned at the length and thickness of the cock and how it made me feel. Was I going to be able to hold back an orgasm long enough to please him? Hell. I might have to cum twice, I decided. We began to fuck. Phil could do no more than thrust his hips upwards, which he did with some intensity. For my part, I squeezed his cock with my cunt and gladly accepted his thrusts. His eyes focused on my bouncing tits until I started playing with my clit. That seemed to interest him, too. I toyed with him occasionally, adjusting the speed of my movements from time to time. I would lean towards him, then sit straight up. I could feel different parts of his cock strike the sides of my pussy and knew the changes in sensations had to be good for him. Phil tugged at the cuffs, eager to hold me by the ass or tits. Not this trip. Maybe next time. A few minutes later, as my orgasm approached, I heard Phil cry out, "Yes. Traci. I'm cumming." One more huge push upwards and cum spurted out of his cock. It came with such force that I felt it hit the inside of my cunt. "Oh, yes. Come on. That's it," I urged him. He came again. It seemed that every other thrust of his cock resulted in a huge pool of cum being deposited inside me. I felt it dripping out and spreading over my pussy as he continued to fuck me. He was still very hard. It felt tremendous. My hand rubbed my clit furiously until I finally started to cum. I nearly screamed with pleasure as my entire body shook. I felt more cum flow from his cock as my orgasm peaked. My fingers stroked my clit as fast as they could, pressing harder all the time. It seemed the more I came the longer Phil stayed hard. But eventually he began to soften and my orgasm subsided. It was certainly one of the best orgasms I'd ever had, but my job was to satisfy Phil. Time would tell if I succeeded or not. I collapsed onto his body, letting him lick and suck my breasts. When I released him from the cuffs, he used his hands to push my tits up and continue to enjoy them with his mouth. Afterwards, he held me by my ass while we kissed and rolled on the bed. We would shower after that and he fucked me once more, this time from behind in the shower. I came twice. I hoped he didn't mind. The next day at work I saw Phil meeting with my manager, who called me into his office at the end of my shift. "Did you enjoy it?" Tony asked me without having to explain what he meant. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to answer. But being a generally honest person I said, "Yeah. Actually. I did. But did he?" The manager laughed. "Oh, yeah. He enjoyed it. He thanks you and I thank you." "The inspection went OK then?" I asked. "Very well. I hope you'll be available for the next one." "I should be," I said. "He seemed nice." Tony smiled. "Traci, I really do appreciate this. If you ever want to back out, just let me know." "I will. But I'm fine for now." Fine was hardly the word to explain how good I felt after being with Phil. It was exciting and fulfilling and really fun. It didn't take long for my next assignment. About a week later, Tony called me in again and sat me down. "Traci. I have guests coming in this week and I need your help. But this one's a little different," he said. "Different?" "Yeah." Tony stared down at papers on his desk and then back up to me. "If you don't want to…" "What is it?" I asked. "Well, a VP is coming in…" "Wow. A VP. That's cool," I interrupted. "Yes. And he's bringing somebody with him." My heart raced. I had often dreamed of two guys at once. Tony looked at me. "He's bringing his daughter. She's nineteen." My mouth must have dropped open because Tony quickly went on. "He asked if I would ask you if you'd join them…like you did Phil." "Uh…together? Like at the same time?" I began. "Wait. No. He means separate." Tony looked down at his desk again. "No. Together." I stared at him blankly. "Jesus Christ." "He wants to watch…then, uh, have you," Tony stammered. "He wants to watch me and the daughter, then fuck me?" "Yeah. Something like that," Tony said. I looked at him but wasn't really looking at him. I was picturing the scene. Or trying to. It was a little too weird to put into focus. I just saw bodies everywhere. "Can I think about it?" I asked. "Sure. Can you decide by tomorrow?" "Yeah. I guess." I drove home petty much on instinct, since I could only concentrate on the request Tony had made. A nineteen year old girl…with her father watching. And then fucking him, I assumed, with the daughter watching. I got out of the car a little wet. That told me something. Lying in bed I took the scene a little farther and got a little wetter…to the point where I masturbated at the thought of doing the girl. My problem was: how do you do a nineteen year old girl? I'd never been with another female before. And with a guy watching. No, not just a guy. Her father. God. And what if they were not attractive. I needed to ask Tony if he knew these people. I didn't sleep much that night. "Hey, Tony," I yelled across the kitchen at work the next day. The manager approached me and I pulled him into a corner. "Have you met this guy…the VP…or his daughter?" "Actually. I've met him at one of the conventions," Tony said. "What's he like? I mean, what's he look like?" Tony smiled, knowing his answer was going to help influence my decision. "I think you'd find him attractive. He's maybe 43 or 44. Kind of tall. Looked like he was in good shape to me." I thought about it. "You haven't seen the daughter?" "No. Afraid not. But you know what?" he said anxiously. "This guy's wife was at the convention and she was pretty sharp. I mean I thought she was cute. Blonde." Maybe I'd rather do the wife. "OK. I think I'll do it. But it will cost you double." "God, Traci," Tony mumbled. "You're really something. I don't think that was our agreement, but I'll do it only because he's a VP and this is important." "Our agreement never said anything about voyeuristic incestuous lesbianism." "Huh?" Oh, forget it," I said, turning and walking away. "I'll do it." Frank Conway was good-looking. He looked like what I thought a fast food VP should look like. Professional. A little dorky. But he was also a little sexy in his golf shirt and dark hair and nervous smile. And across the table from me was one of the most beautiful young women I'd ever seen. Debra was blonde like Mom, with blue eyes and a perfect face. Her petite dress highlighted every curve of her flawless body. If she wore it to make it easier for me, it worked. We had met for dinner before going to their hotel suite and my nerves were more than a little taut. I, too, wore a dress. But it didn't match Debra's in style or sensuality. By the time we were done eating I was ready for what I expected to be a wild night. I only hoped I wouldn't blow it. When we arrived at the room, Frank immediately poured us all drinks. We sat in the living area and talked. "I hope you can stay with us for a while tonight, Traci," Frank said. "Yes. As long as you want," I said. "Good. I think Debra finds you very attractive, just as I do," he said. "Don't you, honey?" "Yes, Dad," Debra said softly. "Very attractive. I bet you'd enjoy watching us, wouldn't you?" I wasn't sure going into the evening how much they knew I knew, so I decided to just play along with the conversation. I didn't appear shocked at her statement. "I would. Traci, would you like to have Debra show you how a woman makes love to a woman?" I was tempted to ask him why he thought I needed to be shown. But I didn't ask him that. I asked, "Would you like to watch?" The smile on Frank's face indicated we were all on the same page now. "I would like that very much." We each had another drink. I'm not sure Debra took her eyes off me the entire time. I could feel my pussy starting to contract with excitement and I believed this would be easier than I thought. When I thought the time was right I placed my glass on a table and stood in front of the couch. I didn't know whether to face Frank or Debra, so I faced neither one directly and took off my shoes. Then I unzipped the back of my dress. It would have fallen off by itself if I hadn't held it in place at my breasts. Slowly I let it fall from my shoulders and down my arms. Still covering my chest, I removed one arm at a time from the straps. I looked at Debra and let the dress drop to my ankles. I wore the smallest pair of matching bra and panties I owned. The panties weren't exactly thongs, but they didn't cover much either. The bra was thin, revealing two erect nipples underneath. With the dress pushed aside, I walked over to Debra who sat in a large, overstuffed chair. Her legs were crossed and I asked her if I could sit in her lap. She placed both feet on the floor and tapped the top of her legs invitingly. I liked the feel of her bare skin on my ass, her dress having ridden up her legs until just barely covering her pussy. Looking down at her I could see most of her breasts. This was getting more enjoyable by the minute and she was still dressed. I couldn't wait. Debra's hands were on my waist, then they moved up my sides and finally rested on the front of my bra. I leaned down and lightly kissed her lips. I felt her hands cup my breasts and she pressed them against my chest. We kissed harder, my initial insecurity giving way to the softness of the beautiful girl's mouth. She was practically ripping at my bra so I backed away from her face and opened the hook in the back. Her eyes shot back and forth between my fingers in the back and my breasts in the front. I'd always enjoyed the instant a man first saw my naked tits, but this was a new excitement. I was even more anxious that Debra liked what she saw. I let the bra hang on the end of my breasts before letting it fall completely off and into my hands. The air hitting my nipples caused them to grow. Debra's fingers on them soon made it even better. I laid the bra on the floor and just took in the tremendous sensation of the young woman's hands on my breasts. It only took her a few seconds to lean forward to gently kiss, then lick, the breast closest to her. It was at this point that I happened to look over at Frank and notice that he had taken out his cock and held it firmly in his hand. I knew then that I had to satisfy Debra while giving her father a good show at the same time. Satisfying Debra was going to be easy. She wanted my body. Determining how to make her cum was going to be more difficult. I turned my body so that she had free access to both breasts. Her tongue was driving me crazy the way it touched my nipples. It felt so good, in fact, that I almost missed the fact her hand was between my legs, rubbing against the outside of my thong on top of my pussy. I hated to move, but it was time to get serious. If she wanted my body that much, I had to give it to her. And, besides, I was very anxious to get her naked and see if she was as gorgeous as she appeared in that dress. The only dilemma was that if I faced Debra to take off my thong, Frank would be looking straight at my ass. Or I could turn so they both got the silhouette view. I decided to face Debra as she was my "client" at the moment. I bent over at the waist when the thong reached my knees. It was quite a thrill letting Debra watch my breasts hang from my chest while Frank stared—cock in hand—at my ass. Before long I was going to have to let one of them make me cum. For some reason I was leaning more towards Debra, and I never thought I'd say that. I stood up after getting naked. "Turn around, please," Debra asked me politely. I faced Frank and stood with my arms at my side. His cock looked huge in his hand even from across the room. He stroked it twice, then let it rise from his pants without holding it to let me see. I wanted very much to walk over and put my lips around it. But I turned instead and faced Debra once more. "You're beautiful." Her words were music to my ears. It was as if a man could have me and cum several times and I took it for granted, but to hear this stunningly attractive young woman say I was beautiful made me want to do anything for her. So I did. Debra got off the chair and stood just inches in front of me. Then she slowly turned around so I could unzip her dress. When she didn't move, I pulled it up from the bottom and raised it over her head. After dropping it to the floor I unhooked her bra and took it off. I wished I was in front of her, but I knew I'd get to see her breasts soon. Debra still didn't move, so I took her little panties and pulled them down her legs, kneeling down to remove them. She had a perfect ass, with round puffy cheeks that begged to be held. I ran my fingers up the back of her legs, over her ass and around to her stomach. I heard her breathe deeply as my hands reached her breasts. I pressed my body against hers, kissed her neck and massaged her tits. I could have spent the rest of the evening just caressing her body. Instead, Debra took my hand and led us over to the couch. She laid down on her back and stretched her arms out to me, inviting me to cover her with my body. I didn't consider any of this my job anymore. This was becoming pure delight and something I wanted to do. Anything For The Company Ch. 02 "Fuck." (Author's Note: Every erotic story should begin with a good fuck) I worked my way through the kitchen, dodging cooks and waitresses. The fact that none of them responded to my exclamation proved one point to me: I walked through the kitchen crying "fuck" way too often. I was on my way to the restaurant manager's office...and not happy about it. I knew what he probably wanted. I would be working overtime. As one of the hostesses I didn't have the benefit, if you want to call it that, of receiving tips. Tony, the manager, had found a new way for me to increase my income— and for him to work his way up the corporate ladder. It always upset me when he called me in, adjusting my social calendar for me, just to fit his needs. Or rather, the needs of executives visiting the restaurant from the corporate office. OK. I always ended up enjoying the experience. But it seemed like such an inconvenience at the time. This was one of those times. I tapped on the manager's door and entered, not even waiting for a response. "Ah. Traci. Have a seat." Tony was in his thirties, rather short but otherwise attractive. It was his philosophy on the use of the restaurant staff that set him apart. At least, his philosophy on the use of ME set him apart. I sat down, watching him shuffle papers for a second before looking up. "We have somebody coming in," he said. I always enjoyed his use of the term "we". I had as much control over this as I did over when the sun rose and set. "An auditor. I'd like him to be...uh, happy while he's here." "When is it?" I asked. "Next Wednesday evening." He looked at me hoping I wouldn't explode. He didn't need to know I had absolutely nothing going on that night. "Shit," I moaned. "This will cost you." "Hey. It's not the weekend. The usual rate applies," he countered. "Anything I should know?" We'd done this enough for Tony to know what I meant. I hated to be sent into a situation where the guy wanted something and I wasn't made aware of it in advance. "Well, actually, yes," Tony replied. He fidgeted for a second, then said, "He wants a schoolgirl. He'd like you to dress up like a schoolgirl." This was a first. Normally the guy didn't care what I wore, but was specific about what we did in the room. This guy was taking it a step further. "A schoolgirl? You mean like a Catholic school outfit or something?" I asked. "I guess," Tony said. "But I was thinking more along the lines of a short plaid skirt and a shirt..." He finished the description but my mind was already lost in a myriad of images. The one I settled upon was a pleated, plaid mini skirt and a white shirt that tied in the front. No buttons. And books pressed against my chest as I walked in. I smiled. "OK. I can do that." The guy's name was Charles. Apparently that's what he went by. Typical auditor, I thought. Tony told me where to be and when and let me get back to work. I was kind of excited about this one, but didn't want Tony to know. He paid handsomely for my services—I mean the restaurant did—and the more I made it seem it was a burden the better it was for me in the long run. So I spent that evening on the Internet looking for places to buy pleated, plaid mini skirts and white shirts that tied in the front. There were plenty available, but getting them delivered in time was the problem. It ended up the restaurant paid for express shipping and I had the stuff in three days. The day the box arrived I eagerly ripped it open as if it was Christmas all over again. On top was the skirt, a very, very small looking 11 inch long skirt. I held it up to my waist and wondered how you sat down in it without exposing everything. I guess that was the idea. And I loved the little Velcro connection on the side. The shirt was even better. It wasn't much more than a large piece of material with short sleeves and strips in the front that tied it together. I didn't have the largest breasts in the world, but most of what I had would be visible in THIS thing. Wednesday arrived and I slipped on a red thong before pulling up the little skirt and fastening it in place. I ran my hands down the back of the skirt, touching my skin just a few inches below the bottom of my butt. I needed the mirror to convince me nothing was showing...yet. I pulled on the shirt and experimented with different ways to tie it. I ended up with it fairly tight against my skin, nipples clearly visible through the material on both sides. To say it showed plenty of cleavage was a gross understatement. I fixed my long brown hair and put on sneakers before grabbing my books and heading out the door. This was going to be fun. I drove to the motel where Charles was staying and right before getting out of the car popped a sucker in my mouth. I figured it was easier to get rid of than gum and opened up more opportunities for licking. I liked to lick...a lot. Soon, I was knocking on his door. Charles opened it and welcomed me in. I entered the room and laid my books on top of a dresser. Now that they were no longer held in front of me I turned to face Charles as he closed the door and walked into the room. His eyes quickly roamed over the shirt and ample cleavage it showed. We introduced ourselves, exchanging a polite handshake. I rolled the sucker in my mouth and walked in front of him to the side of the room containing a table and chairs. On top of the table were two ice buckets: one held a few cans of beer and the other a bottle of wine. Two motel glasses sat next to the buckets. I peered down into the ice, making sure to bend slightly when I did. When I turned around, Charles was standing close behind me. "Would you like something?" he asked. "Whatever you want," I said casually. "Do you like wine?" I pulled out the sucker. "Oh. I sure do. That would be great." "Have a seat," he said, motioning toward a chair. I looked at it for a second, then moved toward the bed instead and flopped down on the edge. My skirt rose far up my legs and I smiled as Charles gazed at them. The bedside table was nearby and I leaned onto my side stretching for it to lay my sucker down. I felt my skirt rise nearly to my waist. As I moved back to my original spot I pulled on the skirt gently and sat up. He poured us each a glass of wine and when he turned to hand me mine, I was leaning backwards on the bed with my hands behind me. It was the most casual, flirtatious position I could think of without actually laying down. I hesitated for a second before leaning up to accept the glass from him. "Thanks," I said. Charles sat in a chair opposite me as I began to drink my wine. We talked for a few minutes while I occasionally played with the ties in the front of my shirt, rolling the material around my finger. I looked for any sign of a reaction in Charles' crotch, but so far I saw nothing. It was either going to be a long night or there wasn't much there to look for. Neither scenario excited me. It wasn't difficult trying to hold a conversation pretending I was in my mid-teens. Most of my friends accused me of doing that all the time anyway. So I concentrated a little more on giving Charles as much skin as possible from different angles by repositioning myself on the edge of the bed whenever possible. When my first glass of wine was nearly empty, I stood up and moved to the table holding the ice buckets. Charles offered to refill my glass for me, but I told him I'd get it. I thought it would be better for him to be seated for what I had planned next. After filling my glass and returning the wine bottle to it's bucket, I moved back toward the bed, purposely walking closer to Charles. My foot tapped his and I stumbled forward. Wine spilled out of my glass and floated down to Charles' lap in a steady swirl. I didn't want to drown him, just cause enough of a mess to get to step two of the plan. I cried out as I stumbled and regained my balance, lifting my glass until it was upright and straight once again. When I finally had a chance to look at Charles' crotch I saw a giant wet patch covering both legs. Perfect. "Oh, Mr. Patterson. I'm SO sorry. I'm such a klutz," I said, hurrying to set my glass down on a nearby dresser. "No. It's OK, Traci. Don't worry about it," Charles said, beginning to stand. "Wait. Let me get a towel." I ran into the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel, returning to the spot of the accident just as quickly. Luckily, Charles was still standing. Without hesitating I reached out with the towel and began wiping the wet spot on one of Charles' legs. I kneeled down in front of him and moved the towel over his crotch. I lightly dragged the towel from one side to the other, feeling his cock shift at the same time. I dried each pant leg before returning to his crotch. I pressed a little harder. "I bet that's uncomfortable," I said, referring to the damp trousers. "Let's get them off you and let them dry." I began to undo his belt. Looking down at me, Charles almost certainly could have seen inside my shirt and all the way to the very tips of my breasts. I concentrated on the belt, then the button at the top of his pants. By the time I was beginning to pull the zipper down, his erection was much more evident. The zipper reached the end and I was staring at a lengthy protrusion in the front of his boxers. The pants slid down his legs easily and bunched up around his ankles. I took off Charles' shoes, followed by the pants. Then I looked back at the man's cock pressing against his shorts. I used the towel to wipe the area, wrapping his cock the best I could inside my hand. Once I had a firm grip on it I stroked it up and down several times. "These are wet, too," I said, looking up at Charles. I waited for a response. "You better take them off, I guess." That's all I needed to hear. I put the towel down and ran my fingers over his cock one more time. Then I grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slowly lifted them over his erection and down his legs. Once they were off I had a chance to finally see what was a pleasantly large cock pointing out at me. I leaned forward and licked him from the base of his cock to the tip. Then I put the head in my mouth and slowly took him all in. My tongue rolled around his thick shaft before I began sucking him in earnest. It only took a minute for his hand to be on the back of my head, pulling me closer as I bobbed up and down on his cock. I put a hand at the base and sucked the upper two- thirds, pumping him at the same time with my hand. I heard him moan as my sucking became more intense. I pulled him out and licked him again--all around his thick cock. I could feel the heat coming from it. I put him back in my mouth, but I wanted him in my cunt. Eventually, I stood up and took off his shirt. The whole time, my body pressed against his hard cock. When he was naked I held him tight and we kissed. His hands were all over me, ending up under my skirt and on my ass. I felt him play with my thong before squeezing my butt tightly. "Teach me how to have sex," I said to him quietly. He smiled for one of the few times since I'd arrived. Maybe he was relaxing a little. We'd find out soon enough. His hands moved to the front of my shirt. It only took him a couple seconds to get the knot untied. The shirt loosened around my breasts and hung open with him holding the two ends. Charles put his fingers on my exposed skin. His touch was light and tender as he slid his fingers inside my shirt. Soon he was cupping my breasts with his palm and fingers. He pressed them against my chest and pushed them up, squeezing and rolling them lovingly. He leaned forward at the same time his took off my shirt. Before the shirt was on the floor his mouth was on my left breast. My nipple tingled at the feel of his tongue and lips sliding across it. He bit lightly and I moaned, feeling it clear down to my cunt. Charles switched breasts and I put a hand on his fully erect cock. The more I stroked him the harder he sucked on my breast. He put his hand around one and licked it all over, driving me crazy with lust. Finally, he moved to my skirt and pulled open the velcro waistband. He just let it fall to the floor and watched me kick it off. Charles was looking at my tiny thong, tracing the edge of it around my hip and down to my cunt. When he reached the small patch covering my wet pussy, he placed his entire hand on it and pressed against me. I felt the material on my skin as a single finger moved from my cunt to my clit. I pressed my mouth against his as he played with me. His cock felt like a rock. A second later Charles' hand was inside my thong, feeling me and rubbing me. "Oh God, Charles. You're going to make me cum. Fuck me, please." I felt him pulling my thong off. I looked down and saw his face disappear between my legs. I spread my legs to let him lick me. An instant later his lips were wrapped around my clit, sucking it and licking it until it was hard. My legs began to buckle and I had to sit on the bed. Charles followed me down and continued sucking on my clit as I laid down. My legs hung over the end of the bed. He put his hands on my ass and held me up so he could slide his tongue inside my cunt. I was on the brink of cumming when he finally stopped. He stood up at the end of the bed and just stared at my naked body. I took the opportunity during this break in the action to slide up so my head was on a pillow. Then I stretched out my arms, motioning for him to lay on top of me. As he climbed on the bed I couldn't help but gaze at his hard cock. It sprung up and down as he moved towards me and I wanted him inside me so desperately. Charles lowered his body onto mine and we kissed. He was a great kisser...with a great ass. My hands glided over it, pulling him closer. "I don't know what to do," I whispered to him. "You show me." "Just keep doing what you're doing. And tell me when you're about to cum." That was easy. I didn't have the nerve to tell him I was about ready to cum. I decided it was best to let him fuck me for a while, no matter how tedious that might end up being. Besides, he might surprise me. The surprises start right away when Charles began licking and sucking my breasts again rather than immediately plunging his cock into me. I love having my nipples licked and this guy knew what he was doing. My entire body was shaking inside by the time he was done. Then I felt his cock at the entrance to my cunt. I was so wet. I expected him to enter me and I'd barely notice, but he must have gotten even bigger because I felt the tip of his cock—then the shaft—stretch my cunt as much as it had ever been stretched before. "Yes. Yessss." By the time he was all the way in I was gripping his butt with my hands, digging my fingers into his soft skin. He grunted during the final thrust and I thought I was going to explode. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and concentrated on not cumming. He was great. The way he entered me over and over, occasionally leaning down to suck on a breast, was incredible. Our bodies slapped together as we became much more frantic. We rolled on the bed, Charles never leaving the inside of my cunt. He held me by the ass and slammed his cock into me with a force that energized me but never became brutal. I would have been perfectly happy to lay there and been fucked. But this guy was making me want to please him. He rolled us again and I ended up on top. This was not the position I was most experienced at, but his huge cock was easy to keep inside me and I rapidly found a comfortable position. He played with my breasts and nipples. Then, to my surprise, he said, "Make yourself cum." I might have balked at this any other time, but I really wanted to cum and it was, after all, my job to please him. If he wanted to watch me play with myself, I would. My hand gingerly found its way between my legs and brushed against his cock as it slid in and out of me. It took a little courage, but eventually I managed to make my fingers touch my clit. Charles watched intently, pushing his cock into me more slowly now as he concentrated on my masturbation. The sensation was incredible. His thick cock filled my cunt while my hand stroked my engorged clit. Shivers ran through me as I began a more intense rubbing. I let him worry about the fucking part of it while I took care of myself. I leaned forward a little. His cock rubbed the inside of my cunt and my fingers took care of the outside. I didn't know how long I had before Charles would cum. It ended up not mattering because I couldn't hold back any longer. I cried out twice that I was about to cum and Charles urged me on. He grabbed my nipples and squeezed them. That was all I needed. My orgasm burst from deep inside me and down to my pussy. I bounced on Charles' cock trying to get it as deep inside me as I could. I thought I heard myself moaning loudly with each rush of the orgasm, but sounds weren't registering in my brain. I just wanted to cum. I lost count of the number of times I came. When one ended, another began. Charles never let go of my body, holding either my breasts or my ass the entire time. Then he started to cum. I squeezed the muscles in my cunt tightly around his cock. I felt it throbbing right before the first shot of cum exploded out of it. Then I felt another. And another. Charles groaned with each thrust up into me and with each blast of cum. I rode him the best I could using my hand to make sure he stayed inside me. I felt the cum running down his cock combined with my own juices. He cried out one last time before his limp cock fell out. I moved down his body and wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked him until I tasted one last, small spurt of cum. I laid on top of him for a minute before he pulled me up so we could kiss. "Not bad for a schoolgirl, huh?" I said. "You were wonderful. Just what I imagined a schoolgirl would be like." "Since this was my first time, can we do it again so I can learn some more?" I asked, kissing his ear. He laughed. "If you put it in your mouth again in about fifteen minutes I think you can do whatever you want." "Good. You on top this time," I said with a smile. I moved up so he could suck on my breasts, the usual tingle returning to my pussy. It wouldn't take fifteen minutes, I thought. We fucked once more and showered, with Charles making me cum a third time. He even seemed to enjoy watching me get dressed. I left his room fairly confident our audit would go smoothly. Now it was just a matter of waiting for Tony to call me back into his office. Watch for Traci's next assignment. Did she get in over her head?? You decide. And...all you history buffs, check out my profile on literotica.com to find out about my new website. Thanks. Anything For The Company Ch. 03 The restaurant was extraordinarily dark when I entered it and locked the door behind me. It was an hour past when the last dinner guest would have left. Instead of the hum of activity I was used to hearing when standing at the reception desk, there was only silence. I walked past the desk and leaned my head around the corner and down the hallway leading to the various dining rooms. More darkness. And silence. Tony, my manager, had told me I'd receive instructions once inside. But where...and how? I was more used to meeting our corporate guests in their motel rooms. This was a little disconcerting. My arrangement with Tony was that I'd entertain visiting guests and clients in exchange for a bump in pay and time off. Call it whatever you want, but Tony, the guest and I all seemed to appreciate it. Tonight's guest was Bill Ransier, the VP for Public Relations. I had no idea how old he was, what he looked like or what he wanted to do after we met. I was just following instructions: get inside and wait. "Good evening, Traci. I'm glad you could make it." The voice over the intercom jolted me. I almost answered, but then realized I wasn't really talking to anybody. I looked around. "Please go to table 63. I will meet you there." Finally, something I could relate to. However, table 63 was in the farthest corner of the last dining room, far down the hallway that stretched before me like a murky tunnel. I began walking, tapping the wall every few steps to convince myself I wouldn't land on my face. As I neared the end of the hall, a faint light could be seen coming from the last dining room. When I got to the entrance to that room, I saw a candle burning at table 63. I was attracted to it like a moth. I weaved my way through the tables and chairs, only occasionally bumping into one. I got to the table and stopped, looking around for my companion. I was beginning to think this guy really didn't want me to see him. It wasn't a comforting thought. I stood for what seemed like forever, waiting and trying to see. At one point, after turning back to look at the candle, I thought I heard movement behind me. Before I could turn again, a rustling noise was quickly followed by a blindfold being wrapped tightly around my head. I shrieked. "Shhhh. You're OK." The blindfold was tied behind my head, completely blocking out what little light there was. When he was done he put his hands on my arms and turned me until I was facing him, or at least I thought. His voice confirmed it. "Thank you for coming. Don't be afraid." I nodded. "Get undressed, please." Tony had told me to wear my normal work clothes. That was either a short evening dress or a pantsuit. I had chosen a dress, but realized now it wasn't going to matter much. I enjoyed this part of my assignments, although most of the enjoyment was watching the reaction on the guy's face. I had a long body with ample breasts and narrow hips. I considered my ass my best feature, but how much of it would be visible in the darkness of the restaurant tonight was questionable. I slipped out of my shoes, hoping I wouldn't trip on them later. Then I reached around and unzipped the back of my dress. The sound was rather vivid in the otherwise hushed environment. I hesitated for a second, not sure whether to pull the dress up or let it fall. I let it fall. The straps slithered down my arms and I grabbed them just after the dress fell below my breasts. I envisioned the man looking at the little black bra that barely covered my nipples. I lowered the dress until my arms were hanging at my side, then let go. I kicked it aside. The cool air rushed over my body, which was protected now by only my bra and thong. At this point I'd normally be checking for signs of the effect I was having on the guy with me. But not this time. "Turn around." I carefully turned what I thought was halfway around, thankful for not stumbling in the process. I was excited at the thought of him looking at my ass in the candlelight. Two hands touched my back and I felt my bra open. He pulled it down and away from me, the sound of the material hitting the floor barely perceptible. The next thing I felt were hands wrapped around me, cupping my breasts. They kneaded my skin and played with my nipples, a sensation that always caused a stirring deep inside my pussy. His body lightly touched mine. Even though he was dressed, I wanted to reach back and feel him. But I was there to take orders. So I allowed his hands to continue their exploration of my breasts. It didn't take long for him to move down to my thong. His fingers slipped inside the front of my panties and just grazed across my clit. This was going to be a long evening if he kept this up. Then the thong was being pulled down my legs. I lifted each foot to let him take off the panties and I stood naked in the dark. For the first time, the fact that I had a blindfold on heightened the episode for me. I couldn't tell what he was looking at, how he was responding or what was going to happen next. His voice sounded young, but I couldn't tell. I needed to see his face and I wasn't holding my breath for that to happen soon. Fingers brushed across my ass. They were soft and loving, caressing my skin instead of clutching at it. They seemed like long fingers, wrapping around most of my cheeks from top to bottom. Once again, I was turned around. Stillness filled the room until I sensed him approaching me. Where was he going to touch me? When could I touch him? Without warning, lips were on my right breast. They covered my nipple and sucked on it. Soon, his entire mouth engulfed as much of my breast as it could, his tongue licking away at my nipple. I could feel my cunt begin to ache from the need for his cock. The more he sucked on my breast the more I wanted to fuck. I almost begged him to return when his mouth was no longer on me. But he took my right hand and pulled it forward. I thought he was going to make me walk at first. Then I was touching him. I was touching a long, hard cock...not fully erect but well on its way. Eagerly, I wrapped my fingers around it, longing to have him inside me. I stroked him as he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. I didn't need to be forced. I got on my knees and guided his cock to my lips. I licked the tip for a second before taking him all in. My face hit his pants and I began undoing his belt. His pants were on the floor in a matter of seconds, the cock never leaving my mouth. I sucked him for a moment or two before pulling down his boxers. Then I once again placed his warm, throbbing skin on my tongue. I licked him from his balls to the tip, which was now hard and very warm. My lips enveloped him. I didn't think he could get any harder. Bill eventually pulled away from me and told me to stand. This was it, I thought. Finally, we get to fuck. I heard him removing his clothes. I waited patiently. He took my hand a minute later and guided me as we walked. My excitement was only exceeded by my curiosity as we passed several tables and, I thought, entered the hallway. We walked a short distance before turning once again. A new sound welcomed us, one I recognized but couldn't place for a second. Then it hit me: it was the chocolate fountain we have in the center of the largest dining room. Waiters use it to cover strawberries we offer for dessert. It's our most popular item. The top of the fountain was about eight feet off the floor, with liquid chocolate flowing down to a larger middle layer and finally onto an even larger lower layer, where it is recycled back up to the top. It was a peaceful sound and one that delighted me at the moment, thinking I was about to have this man's cock covered in chocolate. "It's time to eat, Traci. Ready for the appetizer?" "Absolutely," I said, nodding. He pulled me forward. Then even farther ahead until I thought I was going to be in the fountain. "Lean forward." My God. I WAS going to be in the fountain. The first splatter of chocolate on my breasts shocked me. But I realized now what he wanted and I let it cover the tips of my breast. Then about half of them. He pulled me back and turned me sideways. I felt chocolate dripping off my nipples and running down my stomach until it was between my legs. Before I could even think about how wonderful it would feel to have him lick me off, he was licking me off. He began with my right breast again, devouring it until, apparently, it was clean. Then he did the other one. I wanted badly to be able to watch. But simply feeling it was enough for now. I was getting hornier than I'd ever been. That's when he started licking down my stomach, taking long swipes at the line of chocolate leading to my clit. Please let him clean me there too, I prayed. He passed my waist and paused. Oh, please. His tongue hit my clit like a lightning bolt. I jumped at first, then settled down to enjoy his repeated stabs at it. He closed his mouth over it and cleaned it thoroughly, sucking me harder with each passing second. I was hoping he'd never clear it of chocolate. I was a total wreck when he finished. I was ready to throw him on the floor when I got my next instruction. "Back up, Traci." I stepped backward cautiously. A table hit the back of my thighs. "Time for the main course," Bill said softly. "Lay down." I reached for the table behind me and sat on the edge. Then lowered my body onto it. Without being told, I spread my legs slightly, imploring him with body language to fuck me. I didn't have to wait long. I felt him between my legs. His hands pressed against my breasts as he moved into position. I felt his cock lying on top of my pussy and I fought the urge to grab his cock and shove it inside me. Like a good girl, I waited for him to slide it down and push it against the lips of my cunt. I had to be dripping wet by the time he finally had the tip of his cock inside me. I lifted my ass and felt him enter me further and further until his legs were pressed against my body. I moaned as he began fucking me. My legs wrapped around his waist and I clutched the sides of the table, trying not to slide backwards on the tablecloth as he pushed his cock into me harder and harder. He was thick and very, very long. If I wasn't so wet it might have been different. But after he licked me all over like he did, a baseball bat would have slid in. All I wanted now was for him to make me cum...and to feel him cum inside me. Bill was very quiet, but seemed to enjoy my little moans. I didn't need to fake it. He was wonderful, especially when he put his hands on my ass and lifted me up. The sensation in and around my pussy was almost too much to take. I concentrated on the feel of his cock entering me so I wouldn't cum too quickly. I reached down and touched his cock. I really wanted to play with my clit, but didn't know if that's what he wanted, so I just stroked him when he wasn't in me. Then I let him continue to fuck me, speeding towards an orgasm. Pretty soon it seemed like all other noises ceased. I couldn't hear the fountain; I couldn't hear Bill's cock entering me; I couldn't hear the table rocking under me. All I sensed was the inside of my body about to explode. I held my breath and pushed my cunt towards Bill. A couple of deep pants and loud moans later, I began to cum. I leaned up reaching for the body of the man making me cum. I touched him for a second, then had to lay back down while the first orgasm flooded over me. I'm not sure what noises I was making but in the middle of it all I heard Bill say, "That's it Traci. Come on. Yes." My cunt contracted over and over again. His cock seemed to fill every inch of me while my juices covered it from his balls to the tip. He gripped my ass and forced himself into me deeper. I cried out. Again and again. Just as I was about to finish, he began to cum. The first shot of his cum hit the inside of my cunt so hard I felt it. Then the warm fluid filled me and spilled out onto my thigh. He enjoyed pulling out almost all the way, then slamming back into me. This just caused more and more cum to flow out of me. It was a tremendous feeling that I wished would never end. I cried out for him to keep cumming. He did...for a moment...then began to soften, eventually lowering himself onto my body, kissing me and my breasts. I gasped for air and lay spent on the tabletop. For a short while, what Bill looked like was irrelevant. Now I was curious again. A man this good must be old enough to know how to please a woman and young enough to last through my multiple orgasms. And what an imagination. I had to thank Tony first thing in the morning. "You're wonderful, Traci." The words were sincere. "Thank you. You too," I replied. "Want dessert?" "Geez," I said. "Already?" "Oh, not me. I had something else in mind." I was confused. Being a blonde had nothing to do with it. I heard movement around me and leaned up so I was sitting on the edge of the table again. Then something hit my legs. Instinctively, I spread them apart. The body came closer. Did he want me to lick him again? Already? "Open wide," he said. My lips parted, waiting for my treat. I smelled the chocolate before I tasted it. But what was it I was tasting besides chocolate? It was soft...and large. Then my tongue felt something hard and I licked at it a couple times to make sure. Yes. It was a nipple. I was sucking on a chocolate covered breast. It filled my mouth and I opened wider. So many things went through my mind at once that I almost lost track. Who was this? Where did she come from? Then it became obvious she had been there all along...watching everything. I held her by the waist to get a better angle on her breast and noticed she was naked. I let my hands slide lower to confirm it and found a bare set of hips. During this entire time I was licking her clean, searching blindly for more chocolate. Eventually I had to switch breasts to find more. I pictured in my mind what the breasts must look like. They were not huge, by any means, but were full and firm and scrumptious. Soon, I had the second breast nearly uncovered. "Follow the chocolate down," Bill instructed. My heart raced as I licked between her breasts and found a stream of chocolate heading lower. I got off the table and bent at the knees to lick the woman's abs and stomach. The chocolate didn't end, so I didn't either. My hands were on her bare ass as I approached her clit. A thin strip of hair signaled my approach to the magic spot. Still the chocolate flowed and my tongue followed. The first time I made contact with her clit I felt my own pussy twinge with excitement. I was on my knees, my head tilted back so I could reach up with my tongue and lick her clit. The woman's legs were spread wide to lower herself to me and let me reach her entire pussy. I stabbed at her clit for a moment before moving down to her cunt. The chocolate ended there, but my tongue didn't. I licked all around her cunt before sliding my tongue inside her and tasting her sweet juices. Then I moved back up to her clit and finished off the last of the chocolate. My mouth engulfed her hard clit and I sucked on it until the woman moaned out with pleasure. I couldn't take my hands off her soft, round ass. I pulled her closer to me and licked her clit harder. Several minutes of licking and sucking resulted in the woman leaning over...I assumed onto the table...and her legs beginning to tremble. I wrapped my lips around her long clit and bit it. The woman shrieked and began to cum. I held her tight as she shoved her pussy into my face. I licked the best I could while she thrust her body into me as though she was fucking my tongue. I did my part by shoving my tongue into her cunt again, causing another orgasm to start in the woman. One last series of licks around her cunt finished her off. She pulled away from me and I heard her panting nearby. I stood up and waited for more instructions, my face covered with remnants of chocolate and the woman's wetness. Bill led me back to table 63 and let me dress. I was told to wait fifteen minutes before removing the blindfold and leaving the restaurant. He gave me a passionate kiss and, once again, there was silence. The next day at work I was seating customers for dinner when a gentleman in his late thirties or early forties approached the stand. He was very attractive, the kind of guy I often look at twice. "Hello. How many for dinner?" I asked. "Just one," he replied. I looked at the seating chart. "Is table 63 available?" he asked. I looked up with what must have been a very amusing look on my face. My mouth dropped open at the sound of the recognizable voice. "Uh, well, sure. Yeah," I stammered. "This way." I led him down the hallway, stunned at what just happened. The events of the previous night replayed in my mind. We passed the chocolate fountain and entered the last dining room. I led the man to table 63. I laid the menu on the table and watched him sit down. Before I could turn to leave, Marcy was beside me. She was one of our best servers, a beautiful little thirty-year-old woman with short blonde hair. We had talked often during breaks and before work. More than once I had considered asking her to go to a movie with me or eat dinner. Then Bill answered the last question floating around in my mind. "Would you care to join us for dessert, Traci? We're having something with chocolate." Anything For The Company Our bodies came together on the couch. I loved the feeling of our breasts pressing against each other. I could only imagine what this must have looked like to Frank, who sat quietly with his cock still very erect and poking from his pants. My primary concern was Debra and her mouth on mine. She was a great kisser, making me feel comfortable during these learning stages of how to please another woman. Her long blonde hair was very fine and I found myself running my fingers through it as we embraced. The more I kissed her mouth the more I felt the urge to use my lips and tongue elsewhere on her body. Nobody needed to teach me what came next. I kissed her neck and shoulders before moving down to her breasts. They rose from her chest beautifully, perfectly shaped and topped with nipples that glowed a bright pink. What began as light licking on my part soon turned into frantic sucking of Debra's nipples, forcing as much of her breasts into my mouth as possible. Her skin was so soft; her breasts so delicate in the way they fit into my hands. I couldn't get enough of them and her moaning seemed to indicate she couldn't get enough of my licking and sucking. I felt her raise her lower body up to mine the more I focused to her tits. Instinct must have made me slide down her body, past her stomach and between her legs. I was at the end of the couch, but got on my knees with my feet extending over the arm of the couch and prepared to make Debra cum. She spread her legs and I put my hands under her ass, loving the feel of her supple skin resting in my palms. I heard rustling across the room and noticed Frank lowering his pants and underwear. That's the last I would observe from him until I was done with Debra. My first contact with a woman's pussy was better than I could have imagined. Debra was wet from my attention to her breasts and the juices made it easy for my tongue to slide between the folds of her skin. I followed the folds upward until reaching her clit, feeling her body flinch when my tongue touched it. I licked it and placed it between my lips. I knew this is where I'd be when Debra had her orgasm. My own masturbation taught me the magic of this area. Now I'd do the same for Debra with my mouth. After I began manipulating the clit with my tongue, I reached up with one hand and felt for Debra's nipple. Once I found one I continued licking her, rolling the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her body rolled under me, at times trying to escape my touches and other times stretching to get closer to me. She called out my name several times causing me to intensify my assault. And then her body rose from the couch a few inches, indicating to me she was about to cum. Debra clutched the back of my head with both hands and pulled me to her. I clamped my mouth around her clit and licked furiously. My hands slid under her so I could feel her wonderful ass again. She started to cum with little cries that increased in volume and frequency the more I licked her clit. Debra bucked her hips up and down, making it difficult to keep in contact with her. But I hung on the best I could and listened to her moan with delight. I wasn't sure when I would know she was done, but she allowed me to keep licking for what seemed a long time. She must have had more than one orgasm because I thought she was done once, then she raised her ass off the couch again and pulled me closer. I felt her clit on my tongue and the soft skin around it, knowing that each time I touched it she would want to cum again. Debra finally indicated she was done by pulling her body away from my face, unable to accept any more of my licks and kisses. I laid my head on the inside of her thigh and looked across the room at Frank. His huge cock was in his hand, but he was softly holding it, not trying to cum. He smiled at me and let me see his erection. I was already excited from doing Debra and the sight of the man's cock energized even more. "Oh, my God, Traci," Debra sighed. "That was wonderful. Thank you." "You're welcome," I said, kissing her leg. "I hope you enjoyed it." She just murmured her approval with sounds of satisfaction. I was still staring at her father's cock. Then I watched the man stand and take off his shirt, revealing his entire body to me. This was a man who kept himself in good shape and I became aroused at the thought that he might want to fuck me now. "Come here, Traci," he said. It was a demand, but not a malicious one. I rolled across Debra's legs and stood next to the couch. I couldn't take my eyes off of Frank's cock, which stood several inches out from his body, pointing up at the ceiling. "Get on your knees and face the couch," he ordered. I did as he said, the anticipation building inside. I looked at Debra, curled up on the couch and seemingly as eager as I was to see what would happen next. "Put your hands on the couch," Frank said. I obeyed. I heard him move, then I felt his hands on my ass. They moved to the inside of my thighs and gently forced my legs apart. I desperately wanted to feel his cock next—and I wasn't disappointed. It hit my ass before finding its way to the entrance to my cunt. I was very wet and only slightly concerned about the size of the man about to fuck me. I was willing to take anything at this point just to have him inside me. Frank took a second to run his fingers down the outside of my hips and over my ass. Then he took his cock in his hand and guided the head into my cunt. He heard my moan as he slowly inserted his shaft. It stretched me until the head was completely inside, then I just felt a constant pressure as the rest of his cock slid in. I gripped the couch with my hands, ready for the fucking I knew was coming. The fucking I wanted so bad. The sound of Frank's skin hitting mine filled the room. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the huge cock sliding in and out of me. When I opened my eyes again Debra was moving in front of me. I moved my hands to let her sit directly in front of my breasts. Then I leaned against her shoulders as she began sucking on my tits, licking me just as I had licked her. Her father started fucking me harder, pushing my body into Debra's waiting mouth. I was about to cum when Frank beat me to it. He clutched my waist and forced his cock into me with deep, hard thrusts. Cum began flowing and continued for the next thirty seconds as he pounded me from behind. Frank grunted with each violent push forward, cum filling my cunt. I would have reached down to my clit to cum had Debra not been at my tits. Her continued sucking and licking was enough to start my orgasm, which Frank was good enough to wait out while his cock slowly deflated inside me. I cried out Debra's name and she used her hands to push a breast into her mouth. Frank gripped the other and I asked him to squeeze the nipple. I thought my orgasm would never end with the father and daughter doing me the way they were. When I was done, I kissed Debra. Then I turned and hugged her father, kissing him while fondling his cock and feeling our combined juices on it. From that evening on I was a little disappointed when Tony would call me into his office and ask me if I'd meet one of the male executives in his room. Tony would laugh when I asked if he had a daughter. I think I'd settle for a wife, also, but I haven't tried that yet. Maybe next time.