0 comments/ 35085 views/ 0 favorites A Radical Career Change By: Leslie Tricia Smart was busily going over all the accounts on her computer, trying to find where she had made the mistake. It was slightly nerve-wracking, and she had spent the better part of the morning searching each and every file for the month of September, looking for her simple error. At twenty-three years old, she had held numerous clerical jobs, from bank teller to medical records assistant, and she had started at Tyler Insurance only ten days ago. She had grown up in Wickville, attended a community college, and had moved to the larger city of Plicksburg in search of employment. Tricia was motivated, and desired only to have a long career in the insurance business, eventually owning her own firm. She knew it would be a long haul, but it would be worth it in the end. Tricia was an attractive girl, standing 5'7" tall, her curvy figure complimenting her pretty face, which was framed by shoulder length red hair, and she usually wore it back in a pony-tail. In her business attire, she looked the perfect employee. In the back of her mind though, her recent lack of any type of dates was beginning to bother her. Tricia was very choosy, as far as men went. She had ended a two-year relationship nearly six months ago, and hadn't been on a date since then. Tricia had been asked out, of course, but she had turned down all three offers. None of the men interested her in the least. She wasn't opposed to sex, and was actually quite horny most of the time. She had taken to frequent masturbation as a relief to her urges, but now, even that was becoming dull. Tricia looked up for a moment, and looked over at Betty, gleefully blasting away at her keyboard, a smile on her face. Betty Tyler owned and managed Tyler Insurance, and Tricia had no problems at all working for her. The two had gotten along well in the short time she had been employed there, and Tricia enjoyed working for her. Betty was forty-seven, and a widow, her dying from a heart attack at home nearly five years previous. This unfortunate occurrence transferred the entire business into Betty's name, and she ran the company with the savvy experience of a professional. She treated Tricia with an air of respect, flatly stating that she did need someone to take over her business one day. Tricia paused, stretched, and stood, walking over to a small table, upon which rested the coffeepot. She poured herself a cup, added some cream, and then turned to look at Betty, who was still furiously typing on her computer. She wondered about the flowers, again. In the last ten days, three dozen roses had been sent to her. From the small talk between Betty and her, different men had sent them all. Tricia couldn't help but wonder about this. She looked at Betty from head to toe, trying to figure her out. Betty was not an ugly duckling by any means, but you could not describe her as "pretty" either. Moderately overweight, her jeans clung tightly to her legs, her plump rear end filling out the backside. Tricia's eyes even wandered to the worn sandals Betty wore, fitting her feet tightly. "Perhaps it's her chest," Tricia thought. Betty did have a nice bustline, although not incredibly huge. Her white t-shirt, with a photo of Daffy Duck on the front, exposed the seams of her bra. Her breasts were something men might want, but she couldn't really believe that, with the rest of the package. Betty's facial features could only be described as "cute", at best. Her wide cheekbones, slightly large nose, and ears that poked out the sides of her shoulder-length, dirty blonde hair, created an interesting person, but definitely not an attractive one. To top it off, Betty wore huge, un-feminine glasses. Tricia, for some reason, estimated her height, weight, and measurements in her mind. The figures of 5'6", 155 pounds, and 38d-31-40 scrolled down the screen in the database of her head. Snapping out of her mental groove, Tricia sat back down at her desk, and resigned herself to her duties. Moments later, the door to their small office swung open, and Tricia looked up to see the same deliveryman swing lazily into room. Yes, it was the same guy, Dan, from the flower shop, and he carried a vase full of bright red roses. "Hi ladies!" he brightly beamed. "Hi Dan!" Betty replied, looking up from her computer. She was grinning from ear to ear. "Betty, just what do you do with all these flowers? Dan asked. He handed her the card, and then set the roses on the corner of her desk. "Well, I usually take them down to the retirement home. The women enjoy them a lot," Betty replied. "Wow, that's really nice. You're a nice lady," Dan complimented. "Thanks honey." "Okay, I have to be off. See you soon, Betty. Bye Tricia!" Tricia looked on in amazement, waving to Dan as he walked out of their office. "More flowers." Tricia thought. "That Derek is so nice," Betty said aloud, reading the card. Tricia's curiosity was reaching its peak. Randy, William, Joshua, and now Derek. She had received four sets of roses, from four different men, in the span of only ten days. "Betty, how do you do it? The words just spilled from Tricia's mouth. "Do what?" "Have so many men sending you roses? Betty looked at her, and grinned again. "Well, I don't know if I should tell you, unless you really want to know," Betty said. "Please, tell me. I haven't had a date in six months, and I need to know how you seem to attract men like flies," Tricia replied. "You know, Tricia, I do like you a lot, and you are a great worker. I think we have become friends since I hired you, and I don't want to spoil things," Betty explained. "What do you mean by that," Tricia asked. She was getting impatient. "Well, to answer your question I would have to tell you some very sexual things. Are you okay with that?" Tricia pondered the question. Although she wondered what was in store for her if Betty answered her, she felt more open about sexuality at this point in her life than any other time. "Yes, I am fine with it," Tricia beamed, waving her hand. "Well then, I will let you in on everything. Ready?" Betty queried. "Yes," Tricia replied. "Tricia, I love men, and I love what they have between their legs. To put it bluntly, I love to suck cock, and all of my men keep coming back for more. They can't resist it," Betty explained. Tricia's jaw seemed to drop at Betty's bluntness. "See, I told you so," Betty interjected. "No, it's okay, I was just sort of surprised," Tricia told her. "Tricia, I love it. Ever since Vince passed away, I have been on a roll. I was depressed for about a year, but I just had to get on with my life. Let me tell you this; Vince had a heart attack as I was giving him a blowjob." "Are you for real?" Trish asked. "Yes, no lie. He came in my mouth, and fell back on the bed, dead as a door-nail." Betty told her. "Damn!" Tricia exclaimed. Betty just smiled again. "And now you have all these men? "Yes, come over here a minute. Look at my calendar," Betty replied. Tricia walked over, and Betty had already pulled up her calendar on her computer. All of the dates of the month were filled in with several men's names, some twice. "You mean to tell me you have a date for every night this month?" "You bet, honey. Now, can I ask you something?" Beneath her long skirt, Tricia felt a twinge radiating between her legs. "Of course. Ask me anything." "Do you like sex?" "Yyes, I do," Tricia stuttered. "No, I mean, do you crave it? Do you want to get laid?" Just those words brought wetness to Tricia's panties. Her eyes dropped to the floor. "Yes," half-mumbling, half hissing the words. "Well, I can help you then. I think, Tricia, this is going to be the beginning of something special, if you want it to. I could use a young woman like you to help me take care of my men. Interested? Tricia looked back up at her boss. "Very," she answered. "Good. Now have a seat here, and I want you to look at the photos of my guys." Tricia forgot all about her accounting mistake as she looked at photo after photo of naked men, all apparently in Betty's house, all with hard cocks. She wanted to masturbate on the spot. There were seventeen guys in all, and all of them were attractive in their own way. Betty watched from Tricia's desk, and then went out onto the patio for a smoke. It was a beautiful day, and the start of a new business relationship. Smashing out the butt beneath her foot, she went back inside. Betty and Tricia worked the rest of the afternoon, and made plans for the evening. A young black man named Jason was visiting Betty tonight, and Betty had told him that she was going to have a "special surprise" waiting for him when he got there. The plans were simple; Tricia was to come over at seven pm, Jason at eight. Betty was all business. She made three stops on the way home: the bank to hit the twenty-four hour teller, the grocery store to pick up a two bottles of wine, and then over to a girlfriend's house to retrieve a pair of high-heels that she had lent her. She made it back to her house around 6:00 pm, and quickly downed a small chef salad. As she busily straightened up her ranch-style house, she made all the preparations in the bedroom for her guests' arrival. Leather straps were affixed to each corner of her bed. Stepping onto a chair, she looped a long leather strap though an eyelet fastened to the ceiling, and layer a pair of fur-lined handcuffs in the base of the loop she had made, and then tied the ends of the strap back to the eyelet. Betty took a long, hot shower, combed out her hair, put on some make-up, and donned a black bra, black lace panties, and her black stiletto heels. She lit another cigarette, and relaxed. It was nearly 7 o'clock. Tricia could not stop thinking about the photos she saw on Betty's computer. The photos had literally lit a fire in her pussy, and she couldn't stop thinking about sex. She even stopped and bought a pack of cigarettes, even though she rarely smoked. Parking in the apartment parking lot around 5:15, she ran upstairs to her small apartment, and slammed the door shut, locking it. Strutting to her tiny bedroom, peeled off her clothes, and in the span of thirty seconds she was naked. Falling onto her bed, landing on her stomach, the images of the men, the hard cocks, seared through her mind. Her hands shot past her breasts, and slid into her soaking wet pussy. She began to masturbate hard, extremely hard. It seemed as if all of her sexual desires were flooding her psyche, overloading her brain. She would have been quite a site for someone to see her like this. She had raised her round ass up off the bed, her knees bent, her lovely tits hanging down, nipples hard, her face mashed into her pillow, hair astray, and her hands furiously rubbing her wet snatch. Then, everything changed. "NOOOOOOOOOOO," she screamed. Her hands flew from her body, and she slumped fully on her bed. Tricia bit into the pillow, quieting herself. Suddenly she began to beat on the bed with closed fists, her legs bouncing up and down. Finally settling down, she rolled over, and stared at the ceiling. "Not fucking now, later. I will cum like mad, but later," she said aloud. Tricia jumped up, and quickly moved to her bathroom, flipping on the shower, and stepped in. Now she had no trouble keeping her hands off of her body, at least in a sexual way. Soon, she was ready to go, having packed a small suitcase, and departed for Betty's house. She followed the directions perfectly, and pulled into the driveway in front of Betty's home. It seemed like a very quiet neighborhood, the houses situated far apart, and Betty's place sported a manicured front lawn, flawless in every detail. Betty greeted her at the door, and she stepped inside. "Wow Tricia, you look great!" Betty exclaimed. "Think so? You look good yourself!" Tricia replied. She spun around in a circle, showing off her body to Betty. Tricia had taken Betty's advice to dress "hot", and she was wearing a pair of ultra-short cut-offs, a white t-shirt which was tied in a knot just below her breasts, and a pair of white strappy high-heels. She didn't even bother to wear a bra, and her nipples clearly showed through the t-shirt. Her red hair was no longer in a ponytail, but drooping crazily down onto her shoulders. Betty invited her to the living room, where the two women each drank a glass of wine. It was nearly 7:30, and Betty guided Tricia into her den, where her computer was already humming away. "Have a seat, Trish. I have to show you Jason. He is our guest for the evening," explained Betty. Betty opened the folder named Jason, and Tricia could see ten icons. Betty clicked on 001, and Tricia gasped aloud as the file opened. Jason was standing, his hands cuffed over his head, lashed by leather straps to the ceiling, his naked black body shining with sweat, a huge ball-gag in his mouth, his eyes looking straight into the camera. "Oh my gosh, " Tricia whispered. "He is cute, isn't he? Betty said. "Oh yes, and, well, hung too. I didn't see these photos this afternoon. Tricia replied. "Ever been with a black guy, Tricia?" "No, but there is a first time for everything," Tricia beamed, smiling brightly. She could sense her panties getting damp. "Good. Jason is twenty-one, lives alone, and works as a security guard downtown, at the mayor's office. He loves to be tied up and teased, and he can usually cum at least three times. He's wonderful," Betty explained. "Wow. I don't know what else to say," Tricia said. "Well honey, he will be here shortly, so lets go back out into the living room. Ok?" "Lets go!" At 8:01, there was a knock on the door, and Betty let Jason into her house. After meeting Tricia, and going through another round of wine, Betty told Jason to stand. He did so immediately, and Betty moved to him, falling into his arms, and the two exchanged a deep kiss while Tricia watched. Breaking the kiss, Betty looked over to Tricia, who was watching intently. Betty then slid her hand into the belt around Jason's waist. "Trish, come back to the bedroom in five minutes," Betty told her, and Tricia nodded. Tricia sank back into her chair, and finished her glass of wine, glancing at the clock. When five minutes had passed, she walked briskly back into Betty's bedroom. As soon as she turned the corner, she was greeted with the sight of Jason in the exact same position as she saw him in the first photo, except a pair of jockey underwear covered his crotch. Tricia could feel the sexual tension, the excitement. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her t-shirt, and her pussy seemed to be swimming in her panties. "Now, for the final touch," Betty said loudly. Tricia watched in fascination as Betty pushed a black ball-gag into Jason's mouth, and buckled the straps behind his head. "You see, Trish, Jason is the most submissive of my lovers." "I can see that," Tricia replied. "See how hard he is already?" Betty rubbed the long, thick muscle still hidden by Jason's underwear. "Come and feel it." Tricia moved over to Jason, and laid her hand along the length of his cock, bringing forth a moan from their captive. Her eyes rolled back slightly, and she began to massage the hidden erection. "God Betty, I could fuck him right now," she sizzled. "Not so fast, girl," Betty told her. Betty then turned her back to them, opened a drawer, and took out a pair of scissors. "Let's check it out," she told Tricia. With a few quick snips, she pulled the fabric from Jason's body, and his hard cock sprang free. "Ohhhhhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy," Tricia groaned. She just stared at his cock. It was beautiful to her, ramrod straight, thick, veiny, the crown a symmetrical knob, a drop of fluid wetting the tip. A small mat of pubic hair graced the young man's crotch, but his balls were shaved clean. His cock was pointing up and out away from his body. Betty stepped back, and she began to do a slow strip tease, releasing her titties from her bra, and then sliding her panties down her body. She was nude, except for her heels. Taking her cue, Tricia did her best to overcome her arousal, and she slowly stripped in front of Jason, who was now beside himself with lust. He stared wide-eyed at the women standing in front of him. Betty and Tricia were standing side-by-side, arms around one another, looking at him lustfully. "Ok honey, let's get to work. Jason likes his cock treated rather roughly, so I have a few toys that I save just for him," Betty said. Tricia watched as Betty retrieved a bag from the other side of the bed, and took out a small leather strap. "This is a cock and ball strap, Trish. Watch this." Tricia watched in fascination as Betty knelt before Jason, and skillfully snapped the leather strap into position around the base of Jason's cock and balls. Tricia could not resist rubbing her breasts, running her fingers over her nipples, and she could feel Jason's eyes on her. When finished, Betty playfully slapped Jason's cock a few times, and she slowly licked her lips in anticipation. "Go ahead, Trish, play with it, slap it around. He loves it." Tricia stepped forward, and placed her right hand on Jason's erection, pushing it downward, then smiling as it flew back up. She became bolder, more aggressive, slapping his cock back and forth, listening to Jason's muffled groans. Finally she loosely grabbed the shaft, and began to examine it more closely. "Damn Betty, he is even harder than before," Tricia observed. "That's what the strap does. It traps the blood in his cock. My boy Jason just about keeps a hard-on all night!" "Betty, I am soaking wet." "That's the whole idea, Trish. Feel like sucking him? Go ahead, show me what you got." Tricia didn't need any encouragement, only the go-ahead from Betty. She sank to her knees, and voraciously began to lick Jason's balls, nibbling on them with her teeth, and then massaging them with her hands. She tasted his cock for the first time as she began to run her tongue along the length of his rod, finally reaching the crown of his cock. All the while she could hear Jason's garbled moans of pleasure, and Tricia looked up to see a stream of saliva dripping from one side of his gagged mouth. It was one of the sexiest things she had ever seen in her life. She sensed Betty moving behind Jason, sliding between him and the wall. She could see Betty's hands roaming all over Jason's body, and they stopped at his cock, grabbing the base with her fingertips, shaking it in front of Tricia. "Here it is, my horny employee! Partake!" In one motion, Tricia opened her mouth and took as much of his cock between her lips as she could. Her hands gripped the shaft, and she began to wildly make love to Jason's hard prick. Her hair flew in all directions as she stroked and sucked his shaft. She looked up again to see Jason tossing his head from side to side. Betty moved next to her, and grabbed a handful of Tricia's hair. "Slow down, honey. Tease him; make him feel every movement. Take as much of him as you can." Tricia slowed, and Betty released her hair. She began to slowly move her mouth up and down on his cock, eliciting more sounds from Jason. "Much better, Trish. That's it; up and down with the hands and the mouth together." Tricia had sucked cock before, of course, and she thought she was pretty good at it, but know she began to learn from an expert. Betty kept encouraging her, telling her to use a lot of saliva, and to keep his cock as wet as possible. "Now, take as much as you can," Betty told her. Tricia did exactly that, her mouth filling with Jason's black cock. Her mouth rode about halfway down his shaft before she felt the gagging feeling, and she pulled off. Betty marked the spot with her fingers. A Radical Career Change "Well, not bad for a beginner," she commented. Betty quickly produced a tape measure, running it along the length of Jason's stiff cock. "Five inches out of nine. That's not too bad. Let me show you a few things." Betty said. She knelt next to Tricia, holding Jason's cock in her hand. "First, let me say this: with him standing, it's not the best position to perform deep-throat. The best way is to be in a sixty-nine or something close to it. That way the natural up swing of most cocks will make it easier to take it DOWN your throat. Understand?" "You bet," replied Tricia. "Of course, not all men's cocks do that, so be flexible. Secondly, it's mental, Trish. When you feel the urge to gag, just ignore it. It takes practice, but with all the men you are going to see, you will get the hang of it soon enough." With that, Betty held Jason's cock with her fingertips, and slowly began to take him in her mouth. Tricia watched in awe as Betty's lips seemed to extend outward, and it reminded her of a snake swallowing its prey. Betty paused at about the halfway point, breathed deeply through her nose a few times, and moved her hands from his cock to her own nipples, pinching them tightly. Seconds seemed like minutes as Betty began to take more of his cock. Her head tilted upward slightly, and suddenly, her chin met Jason's balls. She held this position for a moment, and then slid back off his cock. She repeated the process, faster this time, and soon she was fully deep-throating Jason's huge erection. Betty's hands were back on the shaft of Jason's cock, wrapping her fingers around it, and with each downward motion of her mouth her hands rode downward along Jason's cock. With each upward motion, her hands rode upward. Tricia was simply astonished. Her pussy leaked her juice to the carpet, and she wanted so badly to masturbate, but she would wait. She wanted that big black cock. Betty looked over to see a look of total and complete lust washing over Tricia. With a loud "pop", she extricated Jason's cock from her mouth, and pointed it directly at Tricia. "Your turn," she whimpered at Tricia. Betty stood and eased herself back onto her bed. Jason loved it. He watched in silence as Tricia took Betty's place, and he bounced his cock up and down a few times, sending a silent signal to Betty. Moving off the bed, Betty took a 2" wide leather paddle out of the nightstand, and handed it to Tricia. "Slap his cock with it, Trish. He loves it," Betty told her. From her kneeling position, Tricia began to slap the heavy meat of Jason's cock with the paddle, causing it to bounce wildly in every direction. Jason was shaking his head back and forth, reveling in the feeling, treasuring the pain and pleasure mixed together. Suddenly, Tricia dropped the paddle, and waited. She let Jason recover, and placed her hands on his cock. Betty sat up on her bed to get a better view, her hands moving toward her pussy. Tricia took the head of his cock in her mouth, and relaxed, concentrating on the task at hand. She felt his cock stab at the back of her throat, and she paused, breathing deeply through her nose, as she had seen Betty do. "Oh gosh Trish, yes, you can do it girl. That looks so good," Betty murmured quietly. She had one finger inside her pussy, and her other hand massaged her own clit. Jason was watching, being careful not to thrust forward. He wondered if she was going to be able to take all of it. Tricia moved her hands from Jason's cock to his ass, reaching around him. She began to pull him in, concentrating on the feeling of his tight buns, barely feeling the urge to gag, and his cock slipped down her throat. "So easy," Tricia thought to herself. Slowly, she repeated the process, moving back up his cock, and then back down again. Again, she gradually made her way back to the tip of his cock, and then back down to the base, feeling his shaved balls graze her chin. Betty was beside herself now, masturbating with a fury, and she relished the sight of her young employee performing such a perfect deep-throat. Tricia moved off his cock to look at Betty. "Enjoying this, Betty?" she asked. "Oh hell yes, baby. Don't stop, please don't stop. I want to see you make him cum. You can do it, swallow it all!" Jason's eyes were wide open, and he was nodding his head in agreement. He let loose a growl as Tricia took him in her mouth again, and she began to furiously suck his cock, taking him deep inside her mouth. Betty was near cumming, and the older woman couldn't believe how quickly Tricia had got the hang of it. "Gonna try something," Tricia thought to herself. She had Jason's cock buried, and she held him there. She was getting ready for the kill. Breathing deeply, she began to work the muscles in her throat, massaging Jason's cock. It seemed so natural to her, and she felt like she could keep his cock there forever. Betty could see her doing this, the movements of her throat, Jason's cock deep inside. It sent her over the edge. Tricia heard Betty orgasm in a fit of sexuality, but it didn't faze her one bit. All she did was look at her out of the corner of her eye, and when Betty looked up at her, Tricia motioned her over. When Betty was close, Tricia began to really work Jason over, milking his cock with her mouth, barely shaking it, pulling on his ass so it would go deeper. She also began to work her tongue, and the combination of it all brought Jason to the edge. His head shot backward, and he screamed as loud as he could through the ball-gag. Tricia's eyes were intense, and she knew what was coming. Jason was thrusting now, and Tricia did everything possible to hang on. His cum poured forth from his cock, sliding down her throat into her stomach. It seemed to last forever, but Tricia swallowed every drop. Carefully, she removed his cock from her mouth, and looked over to Betty, who was wide-eyed with delight. Jason's head was slumped over, and he was exhausted from his orgasm. "Damn Trish, that was amazing!" Betty exclaimed. "And look, he does stay hard. I am gonna get that monster in my pussy, that's for sure. He tastes good, too." Tricia replied. She sat in the lone chair in the corner of the room, and watched as Betty removed Jason's ball gag, unleashed him from his bonds, and eased him over to the bed. Tricia was still licking her lips, tasting the aftermath of Jason's cum. Her eyes wandered over to Jason's still erect cock, his balls tight up against his body, his meat lying proudly on his stomach. "I'll be right back," Tricia called to Betty. She went out into the kitchen, poured two more glasses of wine, grabbed her cigarettes, and went back to the bedroom. By this time, Betty had Jason tied spread-eagle to the queen-size bed. "Damn Betty, he loves that, doesn't he?" Tricia commented. "Sure does, baby. Lots of men do, especially Jason," Betty replied. Tricia handed Betty her glass, lit a smoke, took a few puffs, and set in an ashtray. "A toast to Jason," Tricia offered. "To Jason," Betty followed. As Jason lay silent, the two women talked, totally comfortable with each other, totally grooving to the things that had happened, and were going to happen. "I never thought you would get into this sort of thing," Betty told her. "Well, I suppose I needed to. I know I love men, and cock, so why not go for it?" "That's what I like to hear, Trish," Betty said, beaming. "And you have a different man every night?" Trish asked. "Every night," Betty said, and her voice was rising. "I might take a day off here or there, but generally, I have a man over here every night. What can I say? I just love men, cocks, and sex." "Well, Jason sure has the cock for sex. It's so black and beautiful." Tricia observed. "He doesn't say much, though, does he?" "Nope!" Betty grabbed the ball-gag, walked back over to Jason, and pushed it quickly into his mouth, buckling it in back again. "For some reason, he loves being gagged. So many turn-ons for so many men." Betty walked over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and took out a digital camera. She looked at Tricia, smiling broadly. "Pose for me, Trish," she purred. "I need some shots to send to the guys so they know who will be spelling me on some evenings." "With pleasure, boss. Sultry or slutty?" "How about both?" "Sure." Tricia began to pose, twisting, turning, spinning, dropping to her knees, kneeling on the chair with her round ass thrust upward. With Betty encouraging her, Tricia grew more slutty, hungrier, more sexual than she had ever felt in her life. Suddenly, without saying a word to Betty, she got up on the bed, straddled Jason, and in one fluid motion, took his cock all the way inside her flooded pussy. "Oh fuck!" Tricia screamed. "It...feels...so...fucking...good." Betty nearly dropped the camera, fumbling to place it on the nightstand, and then sat in the chair, right next to Tricia and Jason. She watched intently, mesmerized by the sight of Tricia riding the huge black cock. Betty split her legs wide, and could not resist the temptation to finger herself. Tricia was in a world of her own now. She was in control; lying down on Jason's chest, her hands on his outstretched arms, knees at his hips, her heeled feet astride his thighs, riding his cock, her ass lifting up and down with each movement. She had never felt a cock this big inside her, but it was like no other feeling she had ever had. Her head was cocked to the right, staring at Betty through glossy eyes, but not really seeing her. Jason was fucking her, but she was in control. Each time she lowered her pussy down onto his stiff cock, a drawn out "unghhhhhh" escaped her lips. Betty was cumming again, her hands flying all over her cunt, pushing four fingers inside herself, abusing her clit with her opposite hand. Occasionally she would take the time to slap her own breasts, enjoying the pain it wrought. Jason's cock was steel-hard, but he felt no urge to cum. He simply closed his eyes, delighting in the warm pussy furiously riding up and down his erection. From somewhere far away, deep down inside her, Tricia's orgasm was building like water gathering before a dam. Her eyes were still open, looking but not seeing. It was all automatic now, as if the fuse had been set on a nuclear bomb, and the timer activated. The prim and proper business-like Tricia had been replaced by a new woman, a woman that craved cock, that would do whatever it took to feel what she was feeling at that precise moment. "I...love...oh baby...oh God...I need it...so bad...oh...FFFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!" Tricia shrieked. She immediately sat up straight, shaking her head from side to side, her hands pinching her nipples as hard as she could. She screamed out loud during the most forceful period of her orgasm, moving her ass at nearly light-speed. The dam had broken. Silence. She had fallen back down on top of Jason, breathing deeply, but otherwise motionless. Jason continued to lie still, but he was twitching his cock inside her. Betty recovered quickly, getting to her feet, making sure Tricia was ok. Tricia finally pushed up and off of Jason, and Betty eased her to the chair. "My god, Trish. Are you ok?" Betty asked. "Yes, fuck yes, fuck yes," Tricia answered. "Ok. My turn." Betty mounted Jason, slipping his cock deep into her wet pussy. Betty was going for the business-style fuck, not exhibiting any passion at all, just needing to climax. It didn't take long; after only about five minutes, Betty climaxed, eyes shut, silently, her pussy juice soaking Jason's balls. She rolled off of him, and stood next to Tricia, who was still on the floor, resting. Helping her to her feet, the walked down the hallway, and out into the living room. Pouring new glasses of wine, she looked at Tricia, lying naked on the couch, having taken off her high-heels. "So, what do you think?" "I think I am going to turn into a slut," Tricia said bluntly. "I think you already are, honey. The fine thing about it is, you have a head for business. How would you like to run this one?" "What, the insurance business?" Tricia asked. "No. The bordello." Betty answered. "I knew there was more to this than meets the eye. So, you charge them?" "Not yet, but I am going to start. I have just been looking for a girl like you. Just think of it; as many men, as many cocks, as you could ever dream of." "Isn't it against the law here?" "Oh yes, but the county sheriff and the DA are two of my most devoted men." "Hmmm..." Tricia thought for just a moment. "Count me in." "Remember, all men are different. Not all of them are going to be as tame as our boy Jason is. But we can talk about that later. Right now, he needs to cum again." For the next hour, the two women practiced their deep throating, keeping Jason right on the edge. His cock was their play-toy, and they stroked it, slapped it, teased it, and kissed it. Jason simply groaned throughout their cock-torture. At one point, as their tongues slid up the side of his shaft, they met at the tip, twirling around it, and eventually meeting. Tricia reached out for Betty's face, lightly touching it, and their tongues twisted together in passion. Breaking the kiss, they looked at each other. "Never done that before,' Betty admitted. "Me either," Tricia confessed. "Well, lets keep doing it!" Betty exclaimed. Together they kissed the crown of Jason's cock, stroking the shaft with their hands. "Pump him baby. Let's get him off," Tricia seethed Hands flew up and down his cock, and soon enough, Jason's body tightened. Betty sensed he was right at the edge, and she released the cock-strap. With that, Jason exploded. His cum flew into the air, coating Tricia's face, hair, and breasts. Betty then aimed his cock at her mouth, upon which the last jets of cum flew, onto her outstretched tongue. "I am glad I like the taste, Betty." Tricia said. "Definitely helps." She was wiping up the cum off her face and tits with her fingers, and greedily licking them. A half an hour later, Jason had left, and the two women sat alone, still nude, on the couch. "Can I crash here, Betty?" Tricia asked her. "Sure baby. The other bedroom is all yours." Tricia stood, kissed Betty on the cheek, and made her way to the bedroom. Once under the covers, blackness drifted into her mind. To be continued...