3 comments/ 27345 views/ 2 favorites Our Deprived Client By: pepstreebeck This story is part of an ever growing list of encounters and sexual adventures of my main protagonist, Kevin, myself projected into these lines. Most of my stories will be fictitious; some will be drawn from truth. You decide where that line is drawn... * Anna was my best Customer service rep, (CSR). She was also my favorite to visit. She had the exact outlook on life that was required by the city she serviced, Los Angeles, CA. I didn't fully enjoy shitting where I ate, but as I would spend upwards of 2 weeks in a hotel each month, having a friend, and a little more than a friend, in some cities made traveling all that much easier. My position requires I travel about 1-2 weeks every month. I am a systems trainer and when traveling, I may be training clients, I may be setting up their software, or I training a CSR with some new software updates. This time away from home, and my girlfriend, allows for quite a bit of free playing. I didn't fuck clients. That was my top rule, in my eyes, mixing business and pleasure was too much of a risk. They would expect things, start offering sexual favors for price breaks, or worse, if things went sour, they would send me up the river with blackmail of sexual harassment charges or Lord only knows what else; but I had made many friends along my travels and rarely spent weeks alone when away from home. Anna was one of three CSRs I would fool around with in the company, and she was by far my favorite. Anna loved what I was doing and was determined to get a job that would allow her to do the same. I told her to study up; if I ever moved on I'd recommend her for my position. Then she'd be able to shag her way through the contiguous US. She was a minx, my favorite find throughout my travels, she was one of the first CSRs I helped to interview and hire when I started my position. She was brilliant, her resume was flawless, she had fantastic internship references, and possessed immaculate people skills. When I first met her, I thought she was just a sweet, genuine, exceptionally attractive, outgoing Southern California girl. It didn't take long to learn who was really behind the mask. She was a freak. She had this tiny little body, relatively flat chest, barely a handful maybe on the small B side, with maybe quarter sized light pink areolas, nipples that stood out only about a quarter of an inch, which sort of went against my preference of large breasted women; but her ass was spectacular, and it perfectly accompanied my 8" rod whenever she got the chance. It stood out like a shelf below the perfect curve in her lower back. Long wavy dirty blonde hair and these green eyes that just made you freeze when you looked into them. Man, woman, child, everyone always complemented her gorgeous eyes, and they worked clients over like lovers. She frequently dressed for clients in tight dresses accentuating her assets when we'd work on sites, attempting to get me to do something dirty on the job any chance she got. She loved getting naughty in public, plane rides, backs of cabs; hell a dark corner of the bar was a good spot to her to get frisky. Anna really held the look of a model. She once told me she contemplated skating as an Ice girl for the local pro hockey team, made it through tryouts, but was turned down due to her small stature. She stood at only about 5'6", but was every inch a model in my eyes. She lived at the beach, her tan lines essentially nonexistent; she'd arrive early in the morning on the weekends complete with a day's worth of supplies and the skimpiest bikinis I think they'd allow on a public beach. She'd spend entire days in the sun, her friends saying she was immune to the tiring effects long days on the beach. She apparently tuned up these tans with trips to a salon as well, because outside of her small pubic bush, which stood tightly trimmed in a small strip above her pussy, she bore little to no lines whatsoever on her perfect bodice. I was never a big fan of shitting where I ate, but Anna, and a few other CSR's were too much to resist. The first time I visited LA to train Anna, she was flirting almost instantaneously. The game is actually very easy to play when traveling; all meals are expensed, so you eat out at restaurants for almost every meal. Booze flows quite freely, and with most of us being in the mid 20's to early 30's, sex is almost always a topic of conversation. The second night I spent with Anna I had her in her apartment. I learned quickly she was not as advertised in her interview. We broke her couch, a table, two lamps, and I essentially suffered a concussion, but the sex was epic and carefree. She was almost a perfect match for my sex drive, and was the absolute definition of fun. She had me contemplating leaving my girlfriend back home, but I had my reasons for staying. Fucking coworkers is always dangerous, especially when ones like Anna like to get naughty on client's sites, but we found little ways to play, never actually involving clients though. Once we found ourselves in a situation with a client one night while on a rush job to get them up to speed for the next day. The encounter almost made me quit cold turkey. The customer contact was a woman, Heather, 43, cute cougar material. Long straight brown hair she'd tease in the ends into slight waves, fit my preference as a large breasted woman, and completed the mix with large child bearing hips she said had already carried four kids for a husband who "No longer feels the urge often enough." I personally had been working with her for two weeks onsite with Anna at the time of our 'issue', so we had the opportunity to get well acquainted. Anna had worked with her on and off for a few months prior to the service visit, so she knew some of the personal info on Heather already, so once we began to finish up the job and arrived upon our the last night there, some personal information and confessions began to spill from this woman. It was like she knew her 'release valve' was going away; the sympathy I felt for her, along with the excitement that came from a woman as gorgeous as herself talking about sexual desire, eased me into letting my guard down. Coming up to the early evening, we began to see the light at the end of the tunnel for our project spanning the prior two weeks. "Ok, so how many hand held scanners do you think your team will need?" I asked Heather, trying to gauge how many of our inventory scanners her company would need synced with her central computer system. "Well, we normally have 2-3 attendants in the main inventory room here, plus one in each lab wing for disposal, and 1 attendant in the service room on the 5th floor, so I'd say 18 at least." She estimated, informing me of the daunting task standing between me and a flight home. "I thought you were running your entire disposal through the service room, not individually in labs." I answered, knowing what her request entailed. "I thought about it, and I figured where our researchers are awful in reporting their tags when they dispose of a bottle, an individual scanner in each wing should increase the numbers for proper disposal." Heather countered. "Will that be an Issue?" "No, it will just take a few hours to sync all of them up across the building and making sure the signals are strong enough, they should be though, I don't think that should be an issue. Anna, you have enough in your car though?" I asked Anna, knowing full well what her answer would be. We originally scoped the job for less than Heather was asking. "No, actually, I think I have about a dozen in the trunk, we can run to my office real quick though. I have about 40 or so left in my stock room." "We're going to have to." I acknowledged. "Sorry about this Heather, we really only anticipated the inventory and service rooms." "That's fine, I'm actually starving. Let me take the two of you to dinner for our last night here on the way to get them!" Heather replied, rather exuberantly. "You don't need to do that." I told her, "You're our client. Let us treat you!" "No need, you guys have been so helpful, and besides, I feel kind of guilty after spending the last two weeks complaining about my husband. Not to mention the guff I gave Anna before you got here!" "That really isn't a big deal at all," Anna added, "You really need someone to talk to about that, glad I could help!" Heather had in fact spent the last month venting to Anna, and two weeks of the same while I was here. Her husband no longer was the sexual entity he was in the years prior. She was a middle aged woman, somewhere along the lines of her peak of sexual desire. She read dirty romance novels and kept naughty websites bookmarked on her phone, he had relegated himself to a lazy boy at home and spent his weekends tinkering with an old truck he invested far too much time in, and fishing with his friends. Although the one thing they still obviously shared was an enduring passion for their family, children especially. Bill, Heather's husband, had worked for the same bank he joined after college. He had worked his way up into a regional management role and spent a lot of his days working from home. He had let a lot of personal ambitions go in life for the sake of his children. Working out, hunting, sporting events, but one thing Bill kept front and center was family. Heather did admit that she would be hard pressed to find another man that would show the same dedication and love for his children as Bill, and for this reason the thought of cheating never entered her mind. Just as her husband had done, Heather disregarded many personal desires for her children, including an active sex life. Working out, however, was not one of them. Although a 50+ hour per week salary woman, she found the time to squeeze in yoga, Pilates, zumba, and any other group exercise activity she could jump around at. She kept her body at the peak of physical fitness, especially for a mother of 4. "You guys really have been great; let me make it up to you, please?"Heather continued, insisting to treat us to dinner. "I guess." I somewhat still objected to being treated to a meal by a client. "Ok, awesome, well, I'll go get my car out of the garage and we'll head to your office. I'll call ahead to this little Italian joint I know in town. You like Italian right, ha, who doesn't?" Heather said excitedly as she grabbed her purse off her office desk and rushed out the door, long dark hair flowing behind her in a whirl of excitement. "Hey," I sternly said to Anna. "How deep did your chat sessions get with her before I got back?" I asked Anna. "Deep how? How do you mean, like sex and shit?" She asked, dodging the question telling I was slightly unnerved at the thought of sharing an intimate meal with Heather. "Aside from talking about her husband being disinterested as of late, what else did she tell you?" I responded as I began to close out the final stages of what could be done in our software set up without the scanners we required. "Ha, toys, cam sites, sex forums. She's was completely unhinged before you got here. Believe it or not, she kind of tightened up these last two weeks!" She answered, laughing with her response. "I gave her a couple pointers, but I don't think they really swayed her at all. She's pretty messed up over it all, she's lost on what she wants to do." "Well, what did you tell her to do?" "Eh, I said just, if you can't fix Bill, find a friend!" She stated. "You told her to cheat!" I jumped at the offer Anna proposed. "Pretty much, but she won't. She still loves him, and wouldn't risk her family; her kids are all still pretty young." "Yeah, I figured out all that, I could write a book on her family after the last two weeks. Let's try and keep this dinner quick and clean, alright? I really don't like talking sex with clients, you know that!" I answered. "No, you'll talk it, I've seen you, and I've heard stories from other CSRs... You just don't like fucking your clients!" She shot back. "Well, either way, let's try and keep a little composure, this fucking set up's going to take us into the morning, and I was hoping to fly out before the end of the week." I responded as Anna's phone rang in her bag. "That'll be her." She answered as she walked over to her purse. "I thought you'd stay and play over the weekend? If not, maybe we'll just have to fool around a little tonight, maybe give Heather a little peep show..." Anna joked as she slapped my ass, passing me out the office door. "Heather?" Anna said, expectantly answering her phone. "Ok, we're on our way, what do you drive? Ahh, very nice, see you in two." She said hanging up her phone. "Our client is well paid, Jaguar convertible; perfect for the warm Southern California evening!" ........................................................................................................................................................................................ I let Anna take the front seat as I hopped in the back. As Anna had stated, Heather's black Jaguar convertible was quite nice. Leather, loaded, rag top, premium sound system, not what you expected the mother of 4 to be driving. "So, this uh, really isn't the mommy wagon I sort of expected you to be driving." I stated as we began to drive off from the site, exquisite gardens and landscaping adorning the commercial park Heather's office was situated in. "Ha!" Heather Laughed as she answered, throwing her hair around as she playfully showed off the attractive young look the car helped add to her. "We have the minivan at home, my husband drives an SUV as well. Most of the time he's the one picking up the kids if either of us needs to do so. He works from home a lot so that makes it easy, plus my oldest just got her license a few weeks ago, so I get to drive the fun car more often now!" "It suits you well, you look great driving it. Your boobs look great in that shirt too by the way!" Anna blurted out, apparently trying to take the conversation where I really didn't want it to go at the moment. "Well, ha, glad you like them. Bill hasn't touched them in a little while. I try to dress sexy for him, you know, just to see if he'll say something, a compliment here or there, but you know, nothing!" She responded, a little stirred up by the comment. I'll admit, they did look great. Heather was wearing a dark blue top which looked like two separate sashes of cloth going over each breast and then wrapping around her midsection under a light white sweater. It accentuated her gratuitous cleavage and just began covering flesh as the curvature of her breasts began at the bottom of each orb. The shirt was a perfect complement to, what seemed to be at least, 32D's proudly on display. "Well, if my opinion matters, I think your husband may have a mental issue if you're not getting the attention you want." I interjected, feeling like she could use a little reassurance. I hadn't spoken much on the matter the past two weeks, but felt a little more motivated to do so considering I'd probably never see the woman again after tonight. "I don't know what his problem is, really. After our last child, I had my tubes tied, and he just, like, stopped being interested. It's like 'Oh, she's barren now, what's the point?'" "Well, you said things were good before the kids, right?" Anna asked. "Yeah things were great! We were all over each other for years!" Heather responded, "It wasn't anything crazy, but at least we'd still fuck more often than once a month, he'd go down on me, he'd slap my ass once in a while, flirt in public a little, show me off, but now, he's just dead. I don't think he's cheating. I hope not, I doubt he would actually, he'd destroy the kids. I know he looks at a lot of porn though, for a man that works on the computer so much, he's not very good at hiding that." "Well, if he looks at porn, then you know his dick still works." Anna told her, which was, of course, true. "I doubt he's cheating," I stated, hoping to drive the conversation on a tamer road. I felt as though I sounded more like a moron, as I had no basis for the comment never meeting the guy. "I don't really think he would do such a thing. Like I said, it would devastate the kids and he's a great father. They're what are most important to him. He'd never risk hurting them." She answered. "Well, what do you think the problem is? I thought I remember you mentioning you tried talking to him about it??" Anna propositioned. "I did, I did, he uh, well, he makes excuses, says he's always tired, that he's getting old; I don't know what to think it is. I wonder if he no longer finds me attractive." Heather responded, fidgeting a little with the comment, adjusting her sweater, closing it a bit in the front. I laughed almost immediately. I didn't mean to, and I knew it was the wrong move as soon as I saw Heather's eyes meet mine in her rearview mirror, but I didn't laugh to degrade her. "No, no, that's not why I laughed," I pleaded as I started to excuse my reaction. "It's just impossible for him not to find you attractive. You take great care of yourself, you're an absolute smokeshow." I felt as though I was still digging myself out of a hole with the comment, so I made my next words more personal. "Hell, I'm incredibly attracted to you." "Well... Well thank you very much!" Heather stumbled through her response. "I appreciate that very much!" "It's too bad you don't want to cheat on your husband, Kevin is very good in bed. His cock fills you up just right, and it's strong... Just like the rest of him." Anna seductively stated, grabbing my knee through the space between the front seats, completing this conversation's trip over the cliff I was trying to agilely navigate. "I knew you two fucked!" Heather screamed, swerving the car slightly in her exuberance. She seemed relieved as if she were Sherlock Holmes finally completing an investigation. "I've seen some of the ass grabbing and looks you've shot each other. Hell the heat from the two of you got me wet a couple times. You seem like a porn couple, you're both so attractive, someone should film it!" She exclaimed as I started to question where she was going with this. I was taken aback, somewhat out of my comfort zone discussing such things with a customer. Luckily she took the conversation off of us and back to herself. "I couldn't cheat, I won't. I still love him, he's still cute and romantic sometimes, but once a month is just not enough!" She proclaimed. "Well, something has to be done, a gorgeous woman like yourself doesn't deserve to go wanting between the thighs." Anna declared as we pulled up to the local office. Anna and I jumped out of the car to head in and grab the scanners. The office parking lot was poorly lit at night, so as I jumped out Anna slid her hand along the front of my slacks as I climbed from the back seat, brining my dick to life. I didn't think Heather would be able to see, but with all the talk this evening, I started to believe a sight like that may help her out. "I'll rearrange my trunk while you're in there. I'll call Bill and let him know I'll be a little late tonight, don't be long!" Heather shouted as she opened her door, popped the trunk and ran around to the back. Heather had parked about 20 yards from the door as another company that occupied a neighboring building kept a couple of vans parked in the spots directly next to the door. Anna unlocked the office door and walked into the building before me as I held the door for her, taking a chance to admire her ass in the tight purple dress she had chosen for the day. Whenever we worked together, she always would dress seductively, in some garment that didn't really allow her to do the 'dirty work' that I always found myself crawling around in tight spaces to accomplish. She adorned this ensemble today with a matching pair of flats, just the complement to her attire as if to say 'I'm dolled up but I'm here to work!' It was a newer office space in a business park, larger than what Anna and the fellow billing personnel actually used it for. It was built to accommodate roughly a dozen or so employees; but we only had Anna, and two invoicing women working out of it. It was in a relatively convenient location close to downtown and the price wasn't terrible, especially considering the revenue Anna's division maintained, she was our second highest revenue generator. Still, the space was larger than necessary and she was forced to store some materials isolated from her office which was up in the front corner of the space. I knew where she kept all the other supplies, in another locked up storerooms in the back corner of the office space. Our Deprived Client The space was poorly lit, and not very large. The women there elected to only turn on half the lighting at the fuse panel. They enjoyed having the large space to themselves, I always joked that Anna probably kept a cot in here to sleep somewhere with all the hours she seemed to work. The three of them feared corporate would choose to move them any day, so they all worked actively to keep utility costs down, fly under the radar so to speak. Being halfway between downtown and suburbia did have benefits for them in this location. The office was only about 60 feet long, maybe about half as wide with only Anna's front office, and the first two cubicles occupied, with empty cubicles completing the space between the front door and storeroom. "They're all back in the closet, you can head in there, key is where it normally is, I'm going to use the little girls room real quick." She said, heading off in that direction. I walked into her office and grabbed the key; she kept it on a thumbtack right inside her office door. I headed back towards the closet expecting her to leap from any one of the cubicles to scare me, as that was her M.O. yet, I arrived at the closet unscathed. I unlocked the door and immediately remembered the fact that the switch for the lights was oddly on the opposite wall from the door. Whoever designed this space was obviously a putz. The space was only about 8 or so feet wide, maybe 15 feet long, but they kept so many supplies in there, paper, a spare desk chair, and God only knows what else. I grabbed my cell and started to open my Flashlight app so I could locate the rooms light switch. I'm sure the women here know exactly where it is in the dark of the room, but I'd only been in here maybe 3 times. Just as I discovered it on the opposite wall, I stumbled into something on the floor. I tripped, but caught myself on one of the supply racks before falling, dropping my phone in the bustle, illuminated side down on the floor. "Awesome, I hope I didn't crack the damn thing!" I muttered as I righted myself, thankful I hadn't cracked my head open, and walked over to grab it. Just as I bent down, I heard the door slam shut. "Anna, come on, we don't have time for this!" I yelled from my spot in the room. "Yes we do..." I heard her answer playfully, but her voice wasn't outside the room, it was right in front of me, yet it didn't sound at my level. "Come on, what are you doing, we gotta go?" I answered. "Well, then make sure this is quick!" She answered quietly, but excitedly. The next thing I felt were her hands feeling along my crotch. She quickly found the zipper to my pants, undid that, and I felt her fingers followed by her hand storm through the hole. Within seconds I felt her cool hand wrap around my cock, and with a quick tug, it was being pulled through the open fly. "Anna, come on!" I joked, albeit, not whole heartedly. "No, you cum on, my tongue that is!" She countered, proceeding to lick the slit of my cock. I knew that in the few seconds in which she had exposed my member to the open air, I had felt a small amount of blood rush into my genitals, but after a few quick jerks and some flicking of her tongue, I was at full attention. She proceeded to swallow me. I had to admit, the warm wetness of her mouth had me in no hurry to leave the closet. Anna's blowjobs were something special. They're normally better to witness fist hand, but in the dark room, envisioning what she looks like servicing my member was almost as good. She wasted no time, normally she's all about the buildup; tonguing the scrotum, flicking her tongue along the slit, licking me up and down until I can take no more, but all this talk with Heather must have stirred her up, because she was feverously sucking me off. Fast and loud, she had no inhibitions here, she had both hands on my ass and was literally fucking me with her mouth. I couldn't feel her hair at all, so I knew she had it tied up or back, showing off the beautiful curvature of her neck and shoulders. I placed my hand along the base of the back of her head, moving rhythmically with her thrusts as she moaned into my rod. The sensation was fantastic, for a small woman, she could handle my above average member with ease. She exhibited no gag reflex whatsoever. After spending the whole day with our normal flirtatious banter, coupled with the talk and admiration of Heather's magnificent body, the mental buildup that had led to this moment had me quite appreciative of the current oral service. I could feel the warmth and softness of her tongue working around the underside of my shaft as she took my entire length down into the tightness of her throat. She didn't seem to stop bobbing on the entire length of me for any amount of time. She was simply attempting to get me off quickly. I wanted to see her, knowing the sight would probably speed things up, but the light switch was a few steps away and I felt like she would object, so I did the next best thing. I turned my phone back on and clicked on my camera app. She stopped bobbing and withdrew me from her mouth. "What are you doing up there?" She said, curious as to my tinkering on the phone. "Don't stop." Was all I answered her with, as I really didn't want her to, but wanted to be able to get a few shots of her in the act. I think she had an Idea of what I was up to, as she grabbed my dick and pushed it north, beginning to tongue the scrotum and underside playfully, stroking me as she went. She again began swallowing my length, more passionately, with slower strides and harder suction. I lined up my phone as best possible and took the first one. To my surprise, the shot was perfect. As I expected, her hair was in a loose bun, just to keep it all out of her way, but unexpectedly she had pulled her dress and bra down off of her shoulders and under her breasts. He tan skin shone back at me in the picture as she was blowing me topless. All she did was giggle, she never broke stride on me. She started slowing her pace further, trying to anticipate the snap shots. I snapped a few more, as she became more engaged, stopping and posing in certain ways. One with her teeth just on my head, one with her head turned to the side, my cock forming a bulge in her cheek. One with her smiling up at the camera with my dick resting on her breast. "You having fun with this yet?" She asked, full well having fun herself. "I could ask you the same thing." I quipped back. "Alright well, you want to shoot here, or should we save this for later?" She responded. The pictures aside, she had built me up to the point of finishing. I wasn't waiting any longer, I needed to cum now. "Finish it here, I'm almost there. You want to swallow it?" "Think she'll smell the cum on my breath?" Anna asked. "It'll probably turn her on." I laughed. "Good point!" She laughed back as she proceeded to take me into her mouth again. I felt the swelling in my balls start, and I think she did too as she began to caress them with a free hand. I wanted to see her face as I came, but realized that rather than closing the camera app on my phone, I could simply switch to the video recorder instead, so I did just that. The flash was at first blinding for her, but it adjusted in the dark room. "Are you filming this?" She screeched, possibly upset by it. "Is that a problem?" I asked, confident she wouldn't object. "No, I just need to make this finish a little better!" She responded deviantly as she made a show of twisting her head as she bobbed up and down my shaft, grabbing the back of my ass again. She had me just on the edge and she knew it. I was trying not to close my eyes so I could continue to film it, but almost buckled from the sensation. She withdrew me from her mouth and immediately began sucking on my balls as she stroked my shaft feverously. That was the end of my rope, I couldn't take the feeling anymore. "I'm cumming!" I moaned out loud. "Mhmmm!" she responded, as she withdrew from my balls and placing her open mouth at the end of my shaft. Feeling her moan into me threw me over the edge as my cock began to spurt the first few shots of seed into her waiting mouth. The first shot was weak, as she hadn't jerked me quite right to match the pulse, it was a surge that wasn't coaxed out quite right, but the second was forceful and thick as she began to match my gushes with vigilant strokes of my shaft. The rope had partially missed her mouth and landed along her nose and eye. The third, again, missing as she attempted to adjust, landing on her lower lip and chin, and partially running onto her chest. She closed her mouth around the head as to catch the rest, flicking again at my slit with her tongue, pumping the content of my balls into her mouth with her hand. I proceeded to grab the back of her head with my free hand, slowly pumping my cock into her warm wet mouth as she began sucking the remaining semen from me, swallowing full gulps at a time. "Shit where's that chair?" I groaned as I needed to sit down. I reached behind myself and found it, sitting in it as she held me sucked into her mouth the whole time. I was still recording as she bounced up and down on my dick a few more times, sucking every last drop from me. She finally pulled off and smiled at the camera, a thin string of semen on her face just next to her nose and eye, another blob just sitting on her chin, trying to fall but hanging on. She opened her mouth to show the camera a small amount of cum still in there as she smiled again, swallowing and showing that it was now gone. I kept filming as she scraped the cum off of her face and into her mouth, swallowing that as well. I fixated on the small strand that had landed just above her right breast, run down over the nipple, and into her dress. The dress was black, so I assumed it may show as it dried. "That could be an issue at dinner, being absorbed into your dress, won't that show later on?" I asked. "No, actually, it ran into my bra, so I'll just have to deal with the cool, wet sensation of your cum brushing against my breast for the rest of the night." She whispered seductively. I wanted to fuck her in the worst way, but we had already been in here over 10 minutes. "Alright, then let's get moving, Heather made reservations remember?" I stated as I stood up, adjusting my shrinking cock back into my pants while finding and flicking on the light switch. The light blinded us momentarily, but the sight of Anna half naked on the floor with a wet streak of cum down her chest quickly had me refocusing. I realized I hadn't stopped filming, so I refocused on Anna. "Smile pretty star!" I joked as she began to slide back into her dress. She just laughed as she turned her head from the camera. "No autographs, please!" She joked as I helped her up off the floor. She blew the camera a kiss as I turned it off. "That was a good one." I stated, firmly pleased with the roughly 3 minutes of video and dozen or so pictures I got. Figuring I could have a little fun with it, "I could sell these for some good cash." As I started thumbing through the pictures. "Yeah right, you're girl would probably catch you!" She answered, knowing I wouldn't take that risk. "I look good sucking your cock, any pictures of her doing the same?" She asked. I did have a couple, but kept them in a separate buried folder, almost as deep as where I was going to bury these. I opened the folder and gave the phone to Anna as I grabbed a box and filled it with scanners for our site. "She gets deep, she's got some skills! Doesn't look like she's much of a swallower though..." Anna joked, standing there, dress still down under her tits as she thumbed through the pictures. "Great tits though! I'd love to suck on those, you fuck those all the time don't you?" "I try, fix your dress, we gotta go! I'm going to tell heather you misplaced the closet key." I pleaded as she adjusted herself back into her dress, fixed the small chain belt she was wearing and let her hair back down, wavy curls now teased from being held up. "I'm just going to run to the bathroom and wash up a little, meet you back out there!" she yelled as I crossed the office, box in hand hoping Heather wasn't too suspicious. ........................................................................................................................................................................................ "Probably past midnight, this will take a while hun. Ok well, tell Megan she'll need to pick her sister up while you go with him. I know, I'm sorry, I just need to get this going before tomorrow or I'm screwed. Ok, love you too, bye." Heather stated into her phone, ending a phone call just as I got to the trunk. "Everything go alright in there?" She called back from the driver's seat, spinning around to look at me as she spoke. I plopped the scanners down in the empty trunk. "Yeah, we just couldn't find the key, but we're all set now. Anna is just using the bathroom real quick. Is everything alright with you? You sounded somewhat upset by that call." "Just parental shit. Bill has to take our son to a band recital tonight, and our second daughter went out with friends, I was going to pick her up, but I told him I'll be home late, so our oldest has to drop what she's doing to go pick her up, and now she's pissed... Just shuffling people around, dealing with the complaints, you know." She answered, obviously a little annoyed with the whole ordeal. "Well, you don't have to stay the night, Anna and I can finish this whole thing up alone." I responded, as I walked to the side of the car. "Oh let me get out of your way." Heather stated as she went to get out of the car. "No need!" I responded. The car was relatively low to the ground, I could have easily stepped up and over the side and into the seat, but instead, I felt somewhat invigorated after the lip service I had just received from Anna, so I hopped the car and landed gracefully into the back seat. "Aren't you just a nimble thing, quite athletic huh?" She laughed as she turned around in her seat to face me. "Yeah, well, I try and stay in good shape. Used to play a lot of sports so I have a lot of good workout regimens stashed in the old noggin." I responded. "Well, it looks like your workouts do you good. You're, how do I want to say this, quite the attractive young man." She stated, placing her hand on my thigh. "Strong legs, good for a young thing like you, men these days spend so little time cultivating and building their lower bodies, I find it so sexy!" She said as she rubbed my leg a few times, looking at the outline of my growing cock through my tight jeans. "Thanks." I answered, somewhat tentatively, "I used to play football and lacrosse so legs were always important." I tried diverting the conversation, but her hand kept running along my thigh, inching its way towards my cock as she rubbed, her gaze fixated upon it. The whole thing made me exceptionally uncomfortable, but that made no difference to my cock. The urge to fuck Anna hadn't fully left my mind, so the touch of Heather's hand just inches from my dick elicited an automated response. I didn't stop her, I didn't want her to touch it, but I didn't want to offend a client. In one final long swipe, her hand finally reached me. Held against my left pant leg, the outline of it growing the entire time she approached. She slid her hand up and down me twice, cooing slightly as she did so. All of a sudden, her face snapped up and met mine; she whirled around in her seat, apologizing repeatedly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" She stated as she seemed to snap out of a trance. "All this talk and, you , and Anna, I just, I'm sorry, that little jump thing you did there was just the cherry on top. I just, I was wrong, I shouldn't have touched you." "It's no problem at all." I reassured her. I was starting to drift into a comfortable mindset while she was stroking me through my pants, but I was back to earth now. She was obviously a little upset as she had turned around in her seat and wouldn't even look at me. I put my hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her, "You're frustrated, I get it. You're married, it's tough, and you don't have that luxury of going out and sleeping with somebody. But believe it or not, I do envy what you have. I hope to one day have a family, kids, the whole thing, and I'm sure there will be tough times like you're going through now, but there is an end to it. You know your husband still loves you; I know you two will work through this." "Thanks. That's sweet," she answered, starting to calm down, "I hope you're right, I really do, but I still shouldn't have touched you." She answered. "It's really no problem," I chuckled as I answered. I went a step further, "I mean, listen, honestly, if you were single, I'd be all over you." I stated emphatically. I wanted it to sound like I was somewhat joking, but also sincere as well. "Please, an old bag like me, you're fucking this hot little thing right here," She pointed towards Anna as she exited the building. "Why would you even take a passing glance on a mother of 4 kids?" Her tone changed. I had back on the up and up, but her last statement had a certain undertone of disappointment to it. "What have you two been talking about?" Anna asked sarcastically as she opened the door and lowered herself into the car. I knew Heather was embarrassed. Things were getting awkward, she felt inadequate next to Anna, and now she looked as though she may just cry from everything whirling around. I told her I'd fuck her if I could, and I would have, but she thought I was just being nice and now she actually felt inadequate as a sexual being. In her current state, I knew she needed something over the top and completely unexpected to settle her thoughts. I leaned forward in my seat and brushed the hair back over Heather's right ear. She quivered as my fingers slightly graced the top of her eat and the bare flesh of her face. I situated myself at the perfect whisper distance so Anna wouldn't hear what I was about to say. "Anna is good, but you, you drive me wild. Your body, your style, the way you tussle your hair, the way your ass sways side to side when you walk. There's a reason why my cock grew in my pants while you stared at it, I want you. The second I saw you I wanted to fuck you. Your husband should be punished, repeatedly for not worshiping your body every waking minute. When Anna told me you were married, I was crushed. I'd spend all night groping your perfect tits while I fucked your wet slit with my tongue. I'd donate a testicle just to see you naked, just to see your juices run down your leg while I licked up and down your body. The next time I fuck Anna, I'm going to close my eyes and picture your body under me, shuddering, screaming out, begging me to drive deeper while I pump her full of my hot cum, and wishing it was you trapping me between your inner walls." As I pulled away I licked the outside of her earlobe as I heard her breathe again, holding her breath the entire time I had been whispering into her ear. Heather was panting. I sat back in my seat as Anna stared at me, a smile cracking along her mouth. "What the fuck did you say, it looks like she's going to faint." "I touched his cock." Was all Heather was able to manage out. "Nice, you let her touch your dick?" Anna stated jubilantly. Heather snapped back to life. "No, well, see I called my husband and my daughter's all pissed that she has to go pick up my other daughter now, and while I was on the phone all I could think about was the fact that you two can go and fuck whoever, whenever you want. You'll probably fuck tonight, you were probably fucking while you were getting the scanners; and I'm going home to a sleeping husband, a hungry dog, and kids playing on the computer and watching TV. All I could think about was him," As she pointed towards me, "Fucking you, and then he comes out carrying this giant cardboard box, arms flexed out, muscles everywhere, and he does this straight hop into my car over the side and I just couldn't contain myself anymore." Our Deprived Client "He is a stud." Anna answered, not really contributing towards helping. "Well, I was embarrassed after touching him and just couldn't apologize enough, but he told me he thought I was attractive. I didn't believe him though until he said that." "What did he say?" Anna asked excitedly, begging to know what I told Heather. "Ha," Heather giggled, "He said things a man has never said to me before. He said H-" I cut her off. "No no no, our little secret." I stated, smiling wide as reached out to cover her lips. "Oh come on, that's bullshit!" Anna exclaimed. "It was obviously crazy hot. Look at her pants!" Heather hadn't noticed, but the crotch of her white Capri pants had formed a damp wet spot just over her sacred area. "Shit, I didn't realize! I knew I was wet, but... I can't go into the restaurant like this! Oh my God, I can't believe this! I have to change, I need pants!" She exclaimed, a little embarrassed. "That might be the sexiest thing I've ever seen a woman still wearing pants do." I answered. Anna slid her hand over Heather's thigh and slowly proceeded to the wet spot. She locked eyes with Heather and moved into her crotch. She massaged it up and down, Heather surprised, but giggling from obvious enjoyment. Anna removed her hand from her crotch and moved it up to my face. She had the sweet smell that told me she would taste amazing. "You smell amazing, I'd beg to taste you." I told her as she stared at me longingly. She stared for about 10 seconds, unable to speak, finally exclaiming "The two of you are just too much for me! We have to go eat, I'm starving, we're late, I know the owner, and I don't want to stand up a reservation!" She proclaimed as she started to laugh. "Wooo, time to relax, fuck! What am I going to do about my crotch? Don't touch me anymore!" She cried out as Anna was still stroking her thigh. "You're making it worse!" She snickered. "Well, run inside and pee, wipe up a little, and then just blast the heater on it as we drive to the restaurant." I suggested. "Good idea, I don't want to run home like this right now, somebody will catch me!" Heather responded. Anna and Heather hopped out of the car and scurried into the building. I called out to Anna as they disappeared, "Don't fuck with her in there!" She just smiled back. Thankfully they returned within 5 minutes and we were on our way. ........................................................................................................................................................................................ We arrived at the restaurant without issue roughly 15 minutes later. We had, thankfully, returned to conversation topics that were tamer than before, although Anna was visibly still left wanting following the blowjob I had received earlier. As we ate, the simple chatter drifted back over to the topic of Heather's sexless marriage. "So you really think I can personally fix my husband's issue, like you stated a few days ago?" Heather posed to Anna. "You need to talk him, explore something new, go on a wild vacation or something. He's a man, there's a cock between his legs, and it will love the attention! I promise!" Anna proclaimed. "Go home tonight and service him right away. Take your clothes off and gobble his knob the second you get in the bedroom." "He'll be asleep when I get home tonight..." "Then wake him up with his johnson in your throat! Just when he's about to cum, ride him through it! Let him fill you up, then let it leak all over him, he'll adore you like a young lover again!" "That's an idea. I just don't know if he'll like losing the sleep. He gets up rather early." "You can't give a fuck about that, you cannot. You need him to be the man he was that made you want him to be the only man plugging your hole for the rest of your life. It's sex, every time you're sweet and nice about it, you should come back twice and be 10 times nastier. That's what it's for. It's primitive and passionate, fun and intimate. You need to keep changing the game, or the game will just end." As Anna furiously declared this, her hand started sneakily working its way into my crotch. I was going to tell her not to, but the conversation kind of got me in a bit of a mood. "I'll, I'll try it. Couldn't hurt right? What else should I do? Do you think that's enough? Will he change in one night?" Heather was searching with the question, trying to extract everything she could out of this little sexual deviant. "I don't have the flair you guys do, I can't just will it up in public on a whim." "Sure you can, it's easy. Wherever, wherever, you can always flirt and touch. Just find a shady spot where you can get some privacy and do your thing." Anna responded. She ended her statement and began to chuckle. "Hell, just like you said back at the office, while we were in there 'looking for our lost key' I was actually sucking his dick!" "No, no you didn't, I was joking!" Heather exclaimed. "Just like that, you two just ran in and got to messing around?" "No actually, I surprised him in the closet. The lights were off and I just pulled him out and blew him. Actually, he took pictures! And made a little video!" She excitedly stated, her voice growing with each word. "Show her Kev!" "Ummm, alright." I said as Heather stared at me, awaiting my phone eagerly. I opened up the pictures and handed the phone to Heather. Anna moved over next to her in order to commentate. "That's a good one... That's the first pic there, I wasn't sure what he was doing so I kinda slowed down for that... I spent most of it like that, my hands around his ass just kind of thrusting my head at him... He's good size huh? There's the video, watch it!" They sat there silently; Heather didn't seem to blink, intently focused in on the video of Anna servicing my sex organ. "That's so sexy." Heather finally spoke. "I wish I could do that to Bill. You think doing something like this, just somewhere at home, like the garage would snap him out of it?" "Hell no. Bring him here, bring him to dinner and drive him wild under the table. Make him want, no need you in the car in the parking lot." Anna demanded as she shifted back next to me in the booth. "Bring him right to the edge, jerking him off under the table, and right before he cums, just stop. Smile at him, don't say anything, and wait to see what he does just to get you to empty his balls for him." As she continued to issue direction she returned her hand to my crotch, starting to undo my fly. She had no intention of just directing this woman, she wanted to show her. I leaned over into her ear and said "Anna, we can't do this here." "You haven't touched my hand yet to stop me..." She was right. And I was rock hard as she grabbed a hold of my member. "Is that what you're doing now?" Heather questioned. She was hip to the game; she knew what was going on. My hard on started to throb as Heather dropped her tone to a seductive whisper. She moved her way around the booth next to Anna and innocently, with almost a whisper, inquired, "Can I see it? I haven't stopped thinking about it since I touched it earlier, and after that video, well, I need to see it." Anna smiled that diabolical little smile of hers, where her eyes tell you she's about to do something taboo that will drive you wild. She pulled the table cloth back and exposed my once again solid member to our customer. "Oh, it looks amazing. Look at the veins, it looks so strong like the rest of him. He must feel so good? How does he taste? How can he be so hard again, I just saw the gallon of cum he dumped not an hour ago?" Heather asked impatiently, overcome with an unparalleled raunchiness. "One question at a time woman, you certainly are a little pent up aren't you?" Anna proclaimed, starting to toy with Heather. She was in total control of the whole situation and she knew it. "Have you ever watched two people fuck in person?" She whispered to Heather. "No, never. Sadly I don't think we have the time either. This project needs to be done before 6 am tomorrow. No excuses or I'm in some serious shit. Even that 10 inch penis of his." "It's only 8 inches," I stated, seemingly coming back to life from this other worldly encounter. "Honey, don't cheat yourself," Heather said. "God I'd love to see you cum. Right here, right now." She was in heat, I could tell after our little encounter earlier that she was worked up beyond belief, but this was crossing lines. I never fucked a client, nor did I ever have one touch my dick, or watch me get jerked off, but I knew a few of those rules were being broken tonight. The waitress started back towards the table. I threw the table cloth back over my exposed self. Heather was quick to pull out her tablet computer from her bag and act like she was showing us something to defend the three of us all in the corner of the booth. "Is everyone ok here?" The tiny blonde waitress, I couldn't remember her name, asked. "We're actually a little short on wine, could you bring a bottle?" Heather asked. "Certainly, of the same?" Heather nodded in approval. "A bottle?" I asked surprised by the order as the waitress disappeared. "I think you, and possibly myself need to loosen up for what we're doing here tonight." She responded. She said she didn't want to cheat on her husband earlier, but I think the bottle of wine headed our way may have signaled other plans. Anna began to work my shaft again under the table cloth, which had lost some of its posture while the waitress was speaking with us, but she quickly had it back at attention. Just as Heather went to pull the tablecloth back again, the waitress returned with our wine. Heather poured me and herself rather tall glasses, while pouring a modest amount into Anna's. She quickly drank down the entirety of her glass and poured another. "One of you may need to drive us back." She proclaimed as she took another sip. "Ok, back to that fat cock of his!" "We'll definitely draw attention." I pleaded. "I don't think this can happen." They both looked at me with 'Is that a joke' glances. We were tucked into a back corner of the restaurant and there were only two tables near us, a large fireplace giving us some distance between one of them, hidden from our side of the table anyway. One group had almost all of their backs to us, save for one woman. The second seemed to be finishing their meal. "As soon as they leave, I'll pump this cock full speed and have him shoot a hot load for you all over the booth." Anna sadistically stated to Heather. Her hand starting to work faster, harder. I could feel my balls start to tingle, I knew fighting this was futile. "They need to leave soon, we need to get back, it's almost 9... But I want to see a good cumshot from him as well." Heather stated as she adjusted herself in the seat, working a hand into her pants which somehow became undone in the last few minutes. "I want to see your breasts too." She told Anna. "You are a dirty hornball aren't you?" Anna squeaked, surprised by Heather's voyeuristic side. "I'll see what I can do. Help me out with my bra would you? Wait until you see him cum, he's a strong shooter, you should feel it inside you!" Anna quipped jubilantly as Heather reached up her back and ever so quickly undid her bra. Anna put her jacket back on after wriggling free from her bra and was, luckily for Heather, wearing a dress which hung loosely off her shoulders. She adjusted herself under the jacket so that Heather could see into her loose dress front. "Oh, honey those are nice." Heather affirmed as she started moving her hand in and out from her crotch. "Not as nice as yours," Anna answered, exciting our client. "I wish you could suck on them!" Heather exclaimed. "The night is young hun." Anna answered. "Alright, enough enough, let's get him cumming and get on out of here, looks like this family is leaving!" And she was right. The group next to us began to get up and don their coats. The father of the group gave a prolonged look to Anna, but Anna shot that devilish look back, sort of saying 'Yeah, this broad's looking down my dress, and you can't see it, but I'm jerking him off under this table, and you're wife probably doesn't even put out in bed!' Just as I watched them turn the corner, I felt the familiar warm wet feeling of Anna's mouth on my cock. Just for a few quick thrusts of her head. "Ohhh yeah, suck his fat cock baby," Heather cooed, obviously getting closer to cumming, right along with me no less. "Just enough to get him wet" Anna stated as she came back up, her hand furiously coaxing the semen out of me now. "I'm almost there!" Heather stated as Anna playfully exposed one of her tits for both of us to see. "I'm gonna cum" Heather whimpered. "Shit I am too." I proclaimed as the first rope shot out against the table cloth. The second following suit, but for the third and fourth Anna angled out from under the table. One rope, thick and long, landed along a water glass on the table, partially along the edge, some floating in the water. The fourth shot arched towards Heather, the thick white liquid traveling past Anna, and onto the cleavage and shirt of our customer. Anna jerked the remainder of my cum into her other hand. I watched as the cum poured into her palm, sure someone had to be watching by now. But as I came back to earth, I looked around and realized no one was looking, we had gotten away with the act. Heather lay her head on Anna's shoulder, a gleaning sweat just above her brow. "Fuck that was good, thank you" she managed to get out. She proceeded to bring her breast up to her mouth and lick my cum from her melon. The sight was spectacular. She then proceeded to adjust herself back into her shirt properly. "Got a little on there, I'll have to wear my coat out of here." "Here" Anna said, as she raised her cupped hand up to Heather. "Want any of this, or should I drink it all?" She asked, semen pooled up in her small palm. The waitress then headed back toward the table. "You all set here? Anyone want desert?" She asked as she caught sight of Heathers wet crotch and undone pants. "Ummm, I'll give you guys a few minutes." She giggled as she caught sight of the floating semen in the water glass. "Good shot." She stated as she looked down to Anna's hand still in my crotch, turning and walking away. "We gotta go... But, uhh, I hope this isn't too much to ask, but I want you to rub that cum in your hand into my breasts." Heather stated. Anna got that devilish little grin on her face. She stood up, back to the rest of the restaurant, and reached her hand up into Heather's shirt. I saw her begin to grope our client, who just two hours ago was a sex starved faithful little mom of four, and was now fully revealed to be a pent up ball of sexual fury and desire. She pulled Anna's hand out from her shirt, brought it up to her face and sniffed it. "You smell good," Heather said, as she extended her tongue and licked Anna's palm, sucking a finger into her mouth. "Taste good too. Ohhh, you feel great seeping into my bra, Christ this was so hot." We gathered our things and ourselves and rushed out of the restaurant. We left a generous tip just in case. We piled into Heather's car, panting from the almost sprint out of the restaurant. "Oh my my my, I can't believe nobody caught us!" Heather stated, laughing as she stared at the night sky. "Yeah, hopefully there aren't any cameras in that place, or else I don't think you'll be welcomed back!" I joked. "Nah, I scoped it out, nothing in there." Anna added from the back seat now, partially sprawled out, allowing a view of her black panties with her legs spread partially. "Jesus that was so fucking hot! I could masturbate again right now! I can still fill your cum on my breasts!" Heather screamed as she started the car. "You really should let him fuck you, it's truly magnificent. It can be our little secret!" Anna tried again to persuade Heather. "No I can't, I just, it's too wrong. I'd feel so guilty. I can believe it though; you're probably a dream fuck!" Heather answered as she dropped her hand in my lap again, massaging my thigh as she did earlier. "That doesn't mean I can't just touch it." She smiled as she started to pull the car out. She massaged my cock through my pants bringing it back to a stiff pole as we drove along the ocean avenue. ........................................................................................................................................................................................ She chatted as though she had a giant pain lifted from her shoulders. Probably brought on slightly by the wine, but none the less, relieved. She made another joke about her husband, more lighthearted this time, and Anna placed her hand on her shoulder. She took her hand off my cock and placed it on Anna's hand as if to symbolize appreciation for the evening. "Thank you so much for tonight, I needed something to bring me out of my funk, I feel reborn!" She proclaimed. "Our pleasure." Anna stated as she sat up and placed her other hand over Heather's. She inched forward and proceeded to kiss Heather's hand. Then she did so again, tracing the back of Heather's hand with her tongue. Heather smiled as Anna pulled the hair off of her ear and leaned in to whisper something. Heather shook her head now, taking her hand from her shoulder and motioning towards the clock, probably something about getting back and finishing I figured. I continue to stare ahead on the road as Heather pulled into a beach parking lot. The lot was vacant, but she pulled into a spot in the back corner protected from the sight of the road. I was quickly confused by what we were doing until I realized Anna wasn't whispering anything into Heather's ear. She had her tongue buried in Heather's ear and was working her way down into the crux of Heather's neck. Heather quickly threw the car in park, crooked between two spots, but that didn't matter, all that mattered was the attention she was receiving from Anna's mouth on her neck. I sat back in my seat and simply watched the event unfold out in front of me. The two of them quickly moved from simply having Anna nibble on Heather, to the two softly kissing. The full transformation of Heather was beginning to take effect. The wine from dinner probably aided in the process, but where a timid, veiled concentration of pent up sexual frustration once sat, a released sexual phoenix beginning to explore her deepest sexual desires began to rise. Just hours before, this woman had no views on sex other than those shared with her husband. The father of her four children, the partner in life with which she decided to raise the white picket fence family, the man currently sitting at band recital with her son. He was now the farthest thing from this woman's thoughts. The only thing I imagined her envisioning was either Anna's tongue or my cock burying itself deep inside her pussy. Just as I started to believe I may be sitting this round out as simply a spectator, I felt a hand grace my leg. I looked down to realize Heather had begun to reach towards my crotch again, this time, with a little more purpose. She wasn't rubbing my thigh in anticipation, she wasn't playing around, she was stroking my rock hard cock through my pant leg. She and Anna were beginning to get hot and heavy in their make out session, but this perhaps wasn't enough for Heather. She had had enough with the toying and began to undo my belt with both of her hands. Anna came up for air and looked back at the spectacle herself. "There you go hun, let loose a little!" She exclaimed as she watched Heather work her way into my pants. "I want to touch it, I need to. After dinner it's all I can think about!" Heather stated, smiling as she went back to Anna's mouth with her own, finally finding my cock with her hands. I could hear her release a gigglish moan as she wrapped her right hand around it. She adjusted my pants enough to extract it from them and released it into the night air. She immediately began stroking it up and down, almost too fast for me, as after the hand service I had received from Anna just a mere half hour before, and the blowjob earlier in the evening, I was slightly sore.