0 comments/ 31507 views/ 3 favorites HighTech Sex, Inc. Ch. 1 By: AerinThomas Diana Morgan spun her chair around, crossing her ankles as she set her heels down on the large mahogany credenza, and let her gaze drift to the floor to ceiling windows that made up the west wall of her office. At 27, she was the youngest CEO her high-technology company had ever seen, and arguably the best as well. Under her leadership, profits had increased faster than ever before. Her salary was in the 7 figure range, 8 figures during particularly successful years. It's a good life, she reflected, watching the sunset from her spacious office 57 stories above the ground. However, she couldn't help but feel like she was missing something. Her efforts at dating always seemed doomed to failure; most men couldn't take a controlling woman, and those who could were frequently spineless, hoping to find a replacement for their mother who would take care of them. Diana had no need for spineless people; one of the first items of business when she took over the firm 2 years previous was to fire anyone who wasn't aggressive and success-hungry. Her sex life was nonexistent, unless you counted the vibrator she carried in her purse for when things got too frustrating. Diana sighed and reflected that sometimes you have to sacrifice to get what you want. She looked over at the clock - 7pm, time to be heading out to the dinner meeting she had planned with the head of an allied company. His personality grated on hers like nails on a chalkboard, but she needed the products his company, and only his company, could provide her. Maybe I'll start my own company to make those products, she thought as she headed for the elevator. As she stood, waiting for the doors to close, she saw one of her employees walk by. Mark was his name, Mark Grayson, a fiery salesperson she had met briefly some months before, when he was hired. She had noticed his beauty even then, but for some reason, today it all clicked in her head, and she knew that, starting tomorrow, things in her life were going to be different, and, more importantly, much better. The next day, Diana's secretary, Samantha, was surprised at the change in her boss. Sammi (as she liked to be called, and never was by Diana) was like the day to Diana's night. Where Diana was tall, Samantha barely reached 5 foot 4 inches. Diana's short hair was black as coal; Sammi's blond hair gleamed as it fell in curls beyond her shoulders. Diana would be described as slender and proportionately built; Samantha had a body that others would have killed for, a perfect hourglass figure. Diana had a tendency towards dark, severe business suits that showed nothing off except how expensive they were. Sammi dressed to impress a different audience, in bright colors, short skirts, and plunging necklines. On this day, however, Diana was markedly different. Her hair was perfectly styled, as always, but seemed softer somehow. The makeup on her face lent a feminine air to her look, instead of the masculine feel she often presented. Her business suit was a gorgeous deep blue, and clung to her like a glove, the short jacket emphasizing the curve of her hips, the short neckline showing only skin beneath it. Perfectly coordinated blue high heels adorned the feet at the end of her black stocking clad legs. Sammi stumbled over her greeting in shock, then continued properly, outlining Diana's schedule for this particular Friday. Sammi's second shock came when Diana asked her to alter that schedule, booked solid until 8pm, freeing up an hour at 3pm for a meeting with one of the employees, someone named Mark Grayson. 15 minutes later, Sammi had accomplished the switcharound, and notified Grayson of the meeting. Sammi spent the rest of the day at Diana's side, as they made their way through seemingly endless meetings. Finally 3pm arrived, as did Mark Grayson. Sammi showed him into Diana's office and at a nod from her, quietly closed the doors and left the room, leaving Mark standing in front of Diana's desk. Diana began with small talk about the job, motioning Mark to sit. For about 10 minutes they chatted amiably about nothing of import. Finally, sensing Mark's confusion, Diana came to the point. "Mark, first, this meeting never happened. Both I and my secretary will back that statement up. Second, if you breathe a word of this to anybody, I will make sure you never work in sales again, anywhere. Finally, if you do exactly as you are told, you will be richly rewarded. Now stand up." Mark started to protest; Diana fixed him with an icy stare and repeated "Stand up. Now. Or you will be on the street within 10 minutes." Mark closed his mouth and stood up. Diana raised her heels to the desk and crossed them at the ankles, leaning back to take a look at Mark. Around 6 feet tall and athletic, he was a definite looker. Sandy brown hair on top of tanned skin, probably 190 pounds, mostly muscle, Diana guessed. Blue eyes that leapt out at you, soft lips that begged you to kiss them. When she had seen him the night before, her knees had gone weak with lust. The weakness had gone; the lust was still there in full force. "Take off your jacket" she commanded. "But..." Mark began, then stopped speaking when she reached for the phone. He took off his jacket, reluctantly. Diana stood up and walked around behind him. "Look at the view... isn't it beautiful?" she asked rhetorically as she examined him from behind. He stood unmoving and unspeaking. She reached around him and undid his tie, throwing it aside. "Take off your shoes" she commanded, and he kicked them off as she unbuttoned his shirt from behind, pulling it wide and running her hands over his bare chest, squeezing his muscular body, exulting in the raw physicality of the action. Her hands slipped lower, massaging his crotch through his pants, one hand slipping around behind to cup his ass. "Now that's not so bad, is it?" Diana asked, yanking his zipper down in one quick move, her hand slipping inside to stroke him through his underwear. "MMM" she moaned softly "I knew you'd be big," as she grabbed his erection and squeezed gently. "Just think," she continued, "you're getting paid for this." With that comment she undid his pants and pushed them down, and pulled his shirt off his back. She walked back and sat down in her chair, and looked him over again. His skin was covered with a light growth of blond hair. His muscles were finely sculpted, creating small clefts and valleys across his body. A line of pale hair ran down from his stomach into his tight briefs. The erection she had caused pushed at the thin material covering it, and that material created a snug pouch below. His arms and legs were well muscled also; Diana had made a good choice. She could feel her body starting to respond; it had been a long time since she'd had any man, let alone one as gorgeous as this. "Come here" she ordered, and Mark moved to obey. All reluctance was gone from him now at the prospect of what was to come. Diana swiveled her chair to face him as he came around the desk. She raised one foot to him, and he removed her shoe, caressing her foot as he did. She raised the other foot, and he repeated his actions. "From now on you are my personal toy" Diana said to him. He nodded and kissed her foot. Diana stood and turned her back to him. He reached around and removed her jacket as she continued speaking. "Your command word will be... sapphire. Whenever you hear that word, you will obey without question. Agreed? You may speak." For the first time Mark spoke out fully. "What do i get out of this?" He asked. Diana turned and looked him in the eye. She hadn't worn a blouse, and his eyes were drawn to the bright blue bra that held her breasts barely in. She reached back and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She let him stare at her tiny, lacy blue panties, and at her thigh-high stockings below. She watched as he looked her over, taking in the flat stomach she worked hard to keep, the curves that she usually hid well, the undeniable beauty that was before him. Then she answered in a whisper. "You get all the perks you can possibly imagine. And more. Agreed?" "Agreed" Mark choked out as he reached for the clasp of Diana's bra. Diana let him unsnap her bra, then slid away as he tried to fondle her. She sat back into her leather chair and said "kneel," shivering slightly as the cold leather raised bumps on her bare skin. Mark knelt before her, clearly uncomfortable with the submission being asked of him. Diana reveled in the feeling of power combined with her lust for this man. "Take them off" she ordered, sliding her hips forward; Mark reached forward and ripped her underwear from her in one hard motion, drawing a gasp from Diana and showing again his desire to be the one in charge, and hurled them across the room. The sweet tang of her body's perfume hit the air, and Mark was affected by it; he started to climb to his feet to mount her. "Kneel" she commanded again, firmly, pressing one foot to his shoulder to guide him back to his knees. She slid down in the chair, slumping, sliding her feet forward until her knees bent over his shoulders. A hand in his hair pushed his mouth to her moist lips as she told him "Eat." She moaned in pleasure as his tongue opened her up fully, wasting no time in darting deep inside her. His hands were on her ass, squeezing, pushing her into his mouth so he could slide his tongue deeper inside her. Diana gripped the arm of the chair with one hand, the high back of the chair with the other, and tried not to explode as she rode his lips and his tongue, her hips circling into his busy mouth. After several minutes of being eaten out, and a couple small orgasms, Diana felt it was time to move on. With no warning she put her foot on Mark's chest and pushed, knocking him over. She cut off his complaints by reaching down and yanking his underwear off, tossing it across the room. His erection stood up proudly; Diana reached down and lifted him to his feet, guiding him with her hand on his cock, and pushed him into the chair. Locking eyes with him, Diana climbed on top of him and lowered herself slowly onto his tool, feeling it slide deep inside her, filling her up. She moaned in pleasure as his teeth found her nipples and began to tease them, as she ever so slowly lowered and dropped herself onto him. He shifted position and Diana almost yelled as his fingers found her dripping button and began to rub it hard and fast. Her hands used his shoulders as leverage to raise and lower herself as she fucked him. The intercom chose that moment to buzz. Diana put a finger over Mark's lips and reached down to hit it. "Yes?" she asked breathlessly. Sammi's voice came out saying "Mr. Jameson is here for his 4pm appointment. Shall I show him in?" "Tell him I'll be with him in 10 minutes, Samantha" Diana stated, and stabbed at the off button for the intercom. She threw herself back down on Mark with a vengeance, driving his cock deep into the center of her being, and growled "5 minutes, Mark, fuck me harder." Mark rose to the occasion, pistoning his hips up into her and rubbing her hard nipples and harder clit until she came, shaking, panting, and biting his shoulder to keep from screaming. Their thrusting slowed, then finally stopped, and Diana stepped off of him and gathered her clothes, slipping into her private bathroom to get dressed. "Remember, your code word is Sapphire. When you hear that word, you will obey. Be ready to leave when I get out. You have 3 minutes," she said as she closed the door. 3 minutes later, she stepped out, dressed as if nothing had happened. Mark was rumpled, but dressed. She opened the door and escorted him out with a glance, and sat down behind her desk to await her next meeting. She reflected inwardly that it was the first time she'd be in a meeting without panties; hers had ripped when Mark removed them, and she hadn't thought to bring an extra pair. She wouldn't make that mistake again. Sammi escorted Mr. Jameson into the room, and closed the door behind her. Looking down the hall, she enjoyed the view of Mark's tight ass as he waited for the elevator. Moving back into her office, she reached up and took the earpiece and microphone combination that was her half of the intercom out of her ear. After what she'd heard between Mark and Diana when Diana missed turning the intercom off, she needed some time to relax, and listening to the meeting with Mr. Jameson wasn't going to be any fun. Then she paused. Who knows what I might learn, she thought, as she replaced the headset on her head. Information is power, she'd heard it said... and now she was going to put that idea to the test. To Be Continued... HighTech Sex, Inc. Ch. 2 Weeks had passed since Diana and Mark's first encounter. She had repeatedly had "special" meetings with him. After the first one, Samantha had one of the technicians that worked for the company secretly rig a way for her to turn on Diana's intercom microphone by remote. Sammi had spent many an afternoon in the outer office, eyes focused into space, listening to the sounds of Diana using Mark for her pleasure. Her experiment in voyeurism had unseen consequences, however; Sammi was now drooling for the chance to bed Mark. Knowing that Diana was getting to experience his luscious body over and over was driving her crazy; but she couldn't stop listening. Finally, she saw her opportunity, and was determined that Mark would be hers. Diana was out of town, returning that evening at 11pm. Mark had to be expecting a summons from her when she returned; Samantha was going to use that to her advantage. When Mark came in at 9am, Samantha's plan was already well underway. As he went through his mail, Mark was surprised to see an envelope with no postage, just his name. It was soft blue, one of Diana's favorite colors. He was still unsure about the way he was being treated by Diana, but she was a good lay, and that was enough for now. He smiled in anticipation as he opened the letter. It read "The Ritz hotel, room 745, 4pm. Don't be late. Sapphire." He frowned, thinking how different this was than normal, then shrugged it off; there was nothing "normal" about the whole situation anyway. Also, with Diana out of town, he had been without sex for over a week; she had forbidden him any partners other than her. He pocketed the room key he found in the envelope. Mark left at noon to get ready. Since their first encounter, Diana had insisted that he get a haircut, shower, and be perfectly groomed at all times for her pleasure; with her out of town, he had slacked off, and needed to clean up some. He arrived at 4pm exactly and slid into the room, expecting Diana. What he got was... no one. He looked around the room confused, and found a wrapped box and another note on the bed. The note, on the same blue stationary, said "Use the items in the box. Sapphire." Shrugging, he unwrapped the box and opened it. Inside were a blindfold and several bands with straps and buckles, and another note. "Wrists on the headboard, ankles on the footboard, blindfold on, no clothes. Fasten both ankles and one wrist, and have the other ready. Sapphire." As he obediently stripped off his clothes, he wondered at this turn of events. Diana hadn't been this kinky in the past, just a hot straightforward fuck with a little domination on the side. It took him a couple tries to get it right, but finally he was laying on his back, blindfolded, naked and bound, except for one wrist. He relaxed, wondering what was next. He heard the door open, and footsteps. Soon after, he felt his free arm being tied to the bed, leaving him spread-eagled, and beginning to become aroused. Nails raked lightly down his body, drawing a gasp from him; when he tried to speak, those nails rose to press against his lips, limiting him to silence. He felt pressure on the bed as the owner of the nails climbed on and straddled him; then the touch of soft skin against his lips. He licked the skin, feeling it part under the pressure of his tongue. Her spicy taste assaulted his tongue as it slid deep into her, as she rubbed her smooth slit on his face. As he pleasured her, he reflected that Diana had never shaved down there before; a lot seemed to have changed! She continued to use his mouth, slowly swiveling her hips into him. Her hands with those long nails found his erect organ and started to stroke it slowly. She shuddered in silent orgasm, and moved away from his mouth. He felt the warmth of her mouth as she went down on him, sucking him to full stiffness in no time She dropped onto him hard, making him grunt, those nails finding his chest as she fucked him. He strained against his bonds, wanting to take control of the situation, and he heard a very soft laugh at his ineffective efforts. She was using him like she would a toy, with little concern for his pleasure. When his breathing quickened and he was about to lose it, she would slide off of him and squeeze his privates, hard, holding him back, then stroke him back to full erection, and climb on again. She came more than once on top of him, while holding him back from his own pleasure like an expert. Finally, after what seemed like hours in his blackened, virtually soundless world, she climbed off of him at the sound of a knock at the door. What he heard next confused him; he could have sworn someone came into the room, but there was no talking. He heard the door to the bathroom close, and some mumbling from that direction that he couldn't make out. Finally he heard the door open again. Without preamble he felt a soft mouth on his cock again, blowing him back to hardness. He was very ready, and quickly got lost in the sensation, barely noting a strange clicking sound in the room. The next 15 minutes were ecstasy. She was incredible, taking him to the brink over and over, exploring ever position, she spun on him like a top. Finally her mouth returned to his aching cock, which exploded. The blindfold was ripped off of his eyes, and he took in the whole scene at once in disbelief. Lying beside him, licking his deflating cock, was a woman he didn't recognize. She was heavily made up, and her face was sprayed with his semen, dripping from her hair as she posed. Yes, posed. Standing beside the bed was Samantha, wearing only a bra and panties, holding an expensive looking camera, taking pictures of this woman sucking his cock. Once he realized what was going on, he started to struggle, to no avail. Sammi nodded, and the woman he didn't know got up off of him, put on her clothes, and left. He watched as Sammi plugged the camera into a laptop computer and hit a few buttons, accompanied by the sound of him yelling at her, and her responding "shhh" to his entreaties. Finally she pulled a chair over and sat down beside his head, and started to smooth the hair away from his face. "Do you understand what happened here, Marky? Let me make sure you do. First, i had my way with you... and mmmm it was really good. You're a good toy. Much better than my other toys. Then that other woman came in and fucked you in so many ways, and I've got photos of all of them. Most of the photos hide the blindfold; Diana will never know the difference. And she definitely won't believe you were tricked into this; she'll think you chose to have sex with someone else while she was away. She'll destroy you if she sees those pictures, which I've already uploaded to a secure place. So, it looks like you have a choice, Mark. Do as I say from now on, or be destroyed by Diana." She leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. "Which do you choose?" Through gritted teeth Mark replied "I'll listen." Sammi reached down and grabbed his dick, stroking it gently. "Good decision. I think you'll learn to enjoy it. Or not. After all, what does it matter to me as long as I get what I want?" Once he was hard again, she stood up and quickly threw her dress on. Reaching for the phone with one hand, she went back to stroking him with the other. "Hello, maid service? Yes, can you send a female maid up to room 745? I need some assistance unwrapping a package. Just have her walk right in. Thanks very much." She hung up the phone and looked down at him. "The maid will probably untie you...I can't promise anything, of course. She may decide to use you too... now that I've made sure you're ready to go. Oh, and Diana really did send you a message. Be at her place at 9pm, or face the consequences. Ciao." With that, Sammi grabbed her belongings and swayed out the door. Mark was at Diana's on time, with the sound of the maid's laughter ringing in his ears. To Be Continued... HighTech Sex, Inc. Ch. 3 Mark was getting annoyed. With those pictures hanging over his head, and Diana using him at her whim, life was getting annoying. Even the substantial raise that had accompanied his servitude was little compensation for being, essentially, a call-girl-boy. What could he do, though? All he knew is that he had to think of something. At that moment, his phone rang, and Diana's voice greeted his ear. "Sapphire. Mark, I'm taking a client to dinner at 6pm, and you're coming with us. Dress as sexy as you can. Meet you at the restaurant at 5:45 for drinks. Bye." Mark showed up at 5:45 on the dot, ready for whatever was to come. He had changed into his best suit, which fit like an old glove, showing off the contours of his muscular body. He wore a tight t-shirt underneath, black, that showed off his six-pack and pecs. He was definitely dressed to impress. At 5:50, Diana walked in with her client. Her client could have been Diana's twin sister in most respects. Tall and dark, with skin the same shade as Diana's, they were even dressed alike in professional business suits, except Diana wore slacks while the newcomer wore a short skirt. The only difference was that the client was more voluptuous than Diana; Mark estimated her breasts at least a 34c, maybe larger. "Cassie, this is Mark. Mark, this is Cassandra, CEO of the company that supplies us with all of the proprietary hardware that makes us great." Cassandra laughed and extended her hand, which Mark shook cordially. "Pleased to meet you," she said huskily, her voice a low growl that Mark loved immediately. The dinner went splendidly, Mark, Cassie, and Diana hitting it off wonderfully and having a great time. Most of the way through the meal, Cassie excused herself to visit the rest room. Diana slid her chair next to Mark and reached under the table, grabbing his genitals in her hand and squeezing softly. She leaned close and whispered in his ear "I know you want her. How could you not? She's gorgeous. And you get to have her, tonight. When she comes back, I'm going to go to the rest room. One minute later, you will too, only you'll come into the women's room, I'll be waiting, and I'll tell you what you're going to do." When Cassie returned, Diana left, followed shortly by Mark. When he walked into the women's room, Diana grabbed him and pulled him into one of the stalls. She wasn't wearing anything below the belt. Working quickly, she yanked down his pants and underwear and pushed him down on the seat. She straddled him and lowered herself onto him, facing away from him. She spoke back over her shoulder as she ground into him. "You're going to take my limo... oohhh... and you're going to find a way... oh, yeah, there... to fuck her... in the limo... aaaahhhh... it has to be... in the limo...I won't accept failure. And it should be as kinky as possible. Do you understand?" Mark grunted a reply, and Diana shuddered as she came. Climbing off, she reached into her purse and pulled out a towelette, and tossed it at him. "Wipe yourself off and rejoin us at the table" she said as she redressed quickly and stepped out the door. Mark rejoined them at the table a few minutes later. As they were leaving, Diana handed Cassandra 2 tickets. "They're for the hottest show in town... you and Mark must be my guests. Here, take my limo." And off they went, Diana glaring at Mark to remind him of his assignment. Feeling vaguely like a slut, and partly like some kind of secret agent, Mark started to apply the charm to Cassandra. All through the ride to the show, and through the show itself, he worked to insinuate himself into her charms. Finally, they returned to the limo for the ride home. Mark spoke quietly to the driver after Cassandra was inside, instructing him to drive around for a while and to take his time getting back to Cassandra's. Inside the limo now, he poured Cassandra a stiff drink and sidled over beside her. Without a word, he leaned over and kissed her deeply; she responded passionately, as if she were on fire. They pulled at each other's clothes, quickly stripping down to underclothes. Cassandra was in all black; a strapless bra that pushed her bountiful chest up and out, thong panties, and thigh high stockings, black heels adorning her feet. Mark's boxers were barely containing him; it had been so long since he'd been in control of a sexual situation, he could barely restrain his desire. Diana wanted kinky; Mark wanted to use Cassandra in every way he could, but he also recognized that he needed to cause her to lose control in order to get everything he wanted from her. He knew the first step towards pushing her past her limits was to get her as hot as possible. Grabbing her panties, he pulled them off as he slid to his knees before her, raising her legs onto his shoulders. He positioned his head, extended his tongue, and wrapped his hands around her back and butt, yanking her to his mouth, impaling her full length on his long tongue. Her gasp and moan echoed around the car as her hands found his hair, entwining in it as he stroked her hard button with his thumb and rammed his tongue into her, over and over. With his other hand, as if an afterthought, he gently stroked around the tiny opening underneath, accustoming her to his touch in that sensitive area. As she got deeper into the mood, Cassandra placed one hand on the roof, the other on the seat beside her, and started to grind into Mark's face. He changed the pace, substituting long, slow, hard licks that started at the bottom and finished by flicking her clit at the top. His right hand savaged her chest, pulling her breasts free from the bra and squeezing them, pinching and rolling the nipples, causing Cassandra to breathe even harder, and to grind even harder. His ministrations soon brought her to a climax; Cassandra yelled as she came, "oh, oh, oh, OH GOD!" The final exultation came from the penetration of his finger into her ass; he left it there as he plunged the fingers of the other hand inside her hot hole, licking and biting at her clit, bringing her quickly to another orgasm that left her slumped on the seat sideways, panting, as he moved away from her. In a flash his boxers were on the floor and he was on top of her, straddling her chest. Her open mouth invited him in and he slid his hardening shaft deep into her throat. She surprised him by grabbing his ass and sliding him in deeper, until her mouth touched his balls. She slid him out slowly, holding him in place with her hands, controlling the pace. She repeated the process several times, making his head swim as the head of his cock slid into her tight throat. Realizing he was losing control of the situation, he grabbed her hands in his, and then held them against the side of the limo with one hand. He repositioned himself and started to fuck her face, slowly at first, then faster, pistoning his tool into her mouth over and over, faster and faster, sliding in a different amount each time, occasionally sliding in all the way, watching her eyes widen as he slid in deeper and deeper. He started talking then, almost taunting her "I know you like that Cassandra, I know you want it, you come off like such a professional businesswoman, but I can tell that underneath you are a wildcat, who is desperate to let go and go crazy. I just know it. Tell me, Cassie, tell me what you want." With that, he slid out of her and knelt on the floor next to her, looking into her eyes. She sat up and looked confused for a second, wiping his precum from her lips with the back of her hand, breathing heavily. She took a moment to look him up and down; his gorgeous face, lean tight body, and nice sized cock straining towards her with desire. Cassandra decided he was right, that maybe sometimes you had to let go a little, not that she hadn't already let go quite a bit. She motioned him to lie down on the seat, and knelt on the floor for a second, then pulled him, bending his knees, so his head was flat on the seat. She stood up and positioned her wet vagina over his mouth, then finally spoke. "It's my turn to fuck your face" she breathed as she lowered herself onto him, rubbing herself up and down his face as he started to devour her. She fucked him with abandon, one hand on the side of the limo, one knee beside his face, the other foot on the floor, and the other hand stimulating her nipples and breasts. She cried out again as she came, and then again in suprise as Mark slid out from underneath her and spun her around, one hand on the back of her head pushing it against the back of the seat, the other around her hips, taking her to her knees on the floor, with her arms spread out the length of the seat. With hardly a pause his cock slid deep inside her pussy, his hand entwining in her hair, pulling it back as he started to repeatedly slam his tool into her sopping box. After several thrusts he released her head, his hands sliding down to find purchase on her hips, to pull her closer to him. She levered herself up with her hands and pushed against the back of the seat, pushing back against his thrusting hips, moaning in pleasure as he dipped his rod into her again and again. "You like this, don't you Cassie, this is just what you wanted." Mark teased. Cassie moaned in response "don't stop, baby, keep it up, give it to me." Mark started to spank her occasionally, then more when she seemed to like it. "Oh, you are a naughty one, aren't you, boss lady?" She responded by reaching under herself and grabbing his scrotum, squeezing gently. This sent him over the edge, and he started thrusting madly, knowing he was close. Cassandra, realizing what was going on, and not done with him yet, slipped away from him and spun around, sitting on the floor, and grabbed his cock, squeezing hard. She held off his orgasm, then took him back in her mouth, getting him rock hard again in seconds. This time she took the lead, sitting back on the seat, putting her legs in the air, and guiding his cock back into her hot pussy. She massaged her breasts with one hand, while the other stroked her clit as Mark thrust into her. Mark was thinking of nothing other than his own orgasm; his hips bucked wildly as he plowed into her again and again. Finally, just as he was about to cum, Cassandra again grabbed him, squeezing until the urge went away. This time she stroked him back to life, and guided him back into her pussy. Mark was almost insane with need at this point. Realizing that he needed to take control of the situation again, he thrust into her a few times, then slid a hand underneath her, sliding one of his fingers partway into her ass as his tool filled her up. Cassandra moaned, and swiveled her hips to get away from his finger, which only made him slide it in deeper. She sighed into place, working harder at her clit and nipples. With hardly a pause, his thumb replaced his cock in her pussy; his cock slid into the hole vacated by his fingers. Cassie's back arched, and a wordless yell escaped her as he slid partway into her ass; eventually she moaned, and her fingers worked even faster on herself as Mark started to stroke into her tight hole. All it took was a few strokes; he pulled out and shifted, spraying hot semen over Cassandra's tits and onto her face. She collapsed, exhausted, eyes closed and breathing heavily, her hands still at work. Mark's hands joined them, and Cassandra came a final time, crying out in pleasure as Mark's fluid dripped from her face onto the limo seat. An hour later, Cassandra was back at her hotel, and Mark climbed out of the limo. Diana reached in past him, hit a button, and a small cassette popped out of a hidden recorder. "Let's go see how you looked in your first adult movie, Mark; besides, I've been waiting all night for you to get back and make me cum. I'll watch the movie, you'll service me, and then I'll call Cassandra and explain just how fucked she is. In case you didn't know, she's married... to the owner of the company she's the president of. If you performed as well tonight as you usually do for me, I think we just earned a huge discount." Mark sighed and followed Diana inside. 6 hours later he got to leave, after giving Diana several orgasms. When he thought about it, the tally just wasn't fair: many for Diana, many for Cassandra, only one for him. Just then his cell phone rang. He answered it, and heard Samantha's voice. "Good morning, sunshine. I'll see you tonight at 6pm at the health club. I have some friends I want to show you off to. See you then, sapphire." Mark groaned and headed home. To Be Continued...