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Closing the Deal

By: MrNewHouston



I had been divorced for a few years and was having a hard time finding a job that would pay well. A girlfriend was able to get me a sales job with a big auto parts company. The pay and commissions were great but it is a very competitive business. I was the only woman in the sales department and all my customers were men. Despite my hard work my sales were not good and I was worried that I would be fired. While my two girls would continue to get child support I was not awarded anything except the house. 

After several months of just missing my sales quota my sales manager told me I had one month to make quota or I would be terminated. As if I did not have enough stress in my life already this was a killer. As the month went on I continued to struggle. With one week to go I had a sales meeting with the owner of a small chain of auto parts stores. I had to get this guy to buy. I just did not know how far I was willing to go. 

His office was in a very bad part of the city. I felt like I was the only white person within blocks. All the shops had bars on the windows and everything looked rundown. 

When I arrived at the office it was in an old warehouse. In the office I was met by a very big black man. His eyes looked me up and down as he smiled and asked if he could help me. I showed him my card and said I was expected. Him and he smiled even bigger and had me wait. 

After a few moments he let me to a dark rundown office in the back. The owner was a chubby old black man. He had very short gray hair and a very short cut goatee. Just like the man at the front desk he looked me up and down and smiled. I got down to business and did the best sales pitch I could. After several minutes the old black man said lets get down to real business. You and your competition are about the same on cost and service. This deal comes down to you honey. I was excited that I was close to closing a big sale and started to feel the stress leave my body. 

His next words shocked and scared me. Leaning back in his chair he said, you can get up and lock that door and strip them cloths off for me or walk out and don’t ever come back. You give me that added value and I will buy anything you got honey. So what you want to do is up to you. I was shocked and scared at his offer. I had to have this sale for my kids and to keep the house and my job. Could I do this? I stood up and stopped at the door for a few seconds wanting to march out but knowing the consequences. Well the choice is yours honey and I ain’t got all day he said. Waiting a few more seconds I took a deep breath and locked the door. Slowly I turned around and looked into his smiling face. Very good honey, he said leaning back in his chair. Now slowly get that shirt and skirt off and let me see what I am getting for my money. 

My hands shook as I worked the buttons on my blouse. He watched while removing his pants pulling out his cock. Removing my blouse I placed in on the office couch and reached behind me and unzipped my skirt. I like that black silk bra honey, he said stroking his cock. How big are them tits of yours he asked. 34B I said as my skirt dropped to the floor. You get that bra off next and play with them tits for me honey, he said. I removed my bra and put it on the couch. My hands cupped my breast and I moved them around. I had a rush of heat over me as I wondered how far he wanted to go and how far I was willing to go. 

Come over here and have a seat he said. I walked over and he dropped his pants to his ankles. Spread your legs and have a seat right here, he said patting his hands on his thighs. I sat on his lap and my legs dropped to the side almost touching the floor. His fully hard dick was pressing against my panty covered hole. His hands grabbed my tits and rubbed them softly before licking and sucking my nipples. It had been over a year since I had been with a man and the touch was welcomed. He moved one hand and then the other to my panty covered ass. His soft touch and tit play was starting to excite me. Despite my resistance I was starting to get wet. I could feel the waste band of my panties being pulled back and his hand slide down onto my bare ass. He stroked my bare ass up and down a few times then he probed his hand down under my ass. I wiggled an the move rubbed his cock against my pussy lips and clit. Oh I softly moaned from the touch. My response was followed with him pressing the tip of his finger into my hole. Without thinking I pushed back onto his finger trying to get more of it in me. Letting my nipple out of his mouth he told me to take my panties off. As I got up his hand pulled from my panties and I rolled them down. Stepping out of them and letting them rest on the floor. I looked down at his cock and said, you need to have a condom. Opening a desk draw he pulled on out and handed it to me. Put it on honey and have a seat, he said with a smile. I tore the package open and slowly rolled it down the old mans cock. It was now that I noticed his cock was about seven inches and very thick with very big balls. The shaft curled upward much like my ex-husbands.

Have a seat and get ready for a ride, he said. I grabbed his cock and placed it at my opening and slowly lowered myself down. Moaning softly as it inched into me. It had been over two years since the last time I had sex. My pussy twitched as my feet moved off the floor. He leaned back in his chair and started rocking. When he leaned back I would lean back. When he leaned froward I would lean forward toward him. His rocking was like ridding a horse and I moved with him to keep my balance.

The motion also rubbed his pubic hair against my clit when we leaned forward. His cock rolled around in me with the rocking and I was starting to get off. I was holding off until he grabbed my breast and pinched my nipples firm when we parted. The pace of his cock moving with my clit rubbing and nipple pulling was becoming too much. Instead of fighting it I just let myself go. Oh OH OH AAAHHHH OH AAAHHH, my body shook as I started to cum. Oh yea baby yea let it go baby he said thrusting his hips upward shoving every inch of his cock in me. My body finished shaking and I could smell the sex in the office. 

Get up and bend over my desk he said. Slowly I raised up and dropped across the desk. With my feet on the floor and my hands grabbing the edge. His hands caressed my ass and parted my cheeks. Then his cock entered into my pussy again. Pressing all the way so that his balls were against my lips. Oh god that’s big, I grunted. His hands grabbed my hips and he started fucking me slow then fast then slow again. Giving it to me deep and then teasing me with only a few inches. You got a great pussy baby but the ass is was makes you’re a great fuck, he said. Then he slapped my ass while pumping. One cheek and then the other. Time to earn your money baby don’t you think he asked. All I could do is groan as his cock continued it’s erratic fucking. SMACK he hit my ass hard, answer me slut is it time to earn your money. Yes I said, time to earn my money I said. 

Then he pulled out of me for a few seconds and then entered me again and started fucking me hard. My body shook against his thrusting weight. A loud smacking sound filled the room as he pounded his cock into me. My breast were flopping around and I could feel my ass shaking. He had one hand on my waste and one on my shoulder. His driving upturned cock was making me cum again. UUUHHH OH OH UUUHHH, I cried out as I burst again. AAAAAHHHHH, I screamed at climax as he continued pounding. You ready for your bonus baby he grunted. YES OH YES, I said. Her you go slut he said as he thrust so hard and deep that I was pressed into the desk under his weight. I could feel his cock shake and start to fill me with cum. I was so hot that I started to cum again. AAAAHHHH, I cried out as I felt his cum start to leak out and run down my legs. Then I realized that the bastard had taken off the rubber. Oh shit I am not on the pill and this guy could have a STD!

He leaned back and I could feel his cock start to shrink in me. Reaching out he grabbed the contract from the desk and placed it on my lower back. I could feel him sign the deal. 

Closing the Deal



My wife, Diane, and I had been married for 25 years and had raised three kids. They were on their own and we were able to concentrate on our business and each other. We were really enjoying the “empty nest” and business was doing well. Diane was a real estate broker and I was her best (and only) salesman. We live in a “playground” area within a few hours of New York, Philadelphia, New Jersey, and Connecticut. Our buyers were highly successful business people looking for an escape, and since September 11, a safe haven. We made a very good living finding properties for these people.

After 25 years, our sex life was subdued, but still enjoyable. We did not enjoy the passion and fire we shared those many years ago, but who does after so long? We worked at staying shape by going to the gym and exercising. We never smoked and were careful about our diet. This kept me from becoming soft and fat. Diane was an obsessive/compulsive type. When our daughter was in high school she joined the school cross-country team. To encourage her, Diane started running with her. As time went on, Diane began to enter 5K (3.1 miles) races for the fun of competition. It was a matter of a year or so and she began running marathons. She toned down and was in great physical condition, if a bit thin. Eventually, as happens to many distance runners, Diane suffered a few runners’ injuries and had to stop running. She added a few pounds in all the right places and looked better than ever.

We realized long ago that being healthy and attractive was a tremendous advantage in sales. Without directly discussing it, we tried to determine which of us would be more effective with each of our clients. Diane was very effective with most men and many women. I became adept at handling most of our lady clients, and some of the males. When couples came in, we both turned on the charm. As we interacted, we made quick judgments as to which of us appeared to be more accepted by the couple. One lesson we had learned early on is that two sales people working one client or couple were never as good as one sales person. There were too many conflicting statements and spousal discussions that our clients did not want to hear. We honed our unspoken communications to where we could look at each other and agree on which of us should attempt the sale. 

I had often joked with Dane that she should be sure to close her big sales by whatever means necessary. Diane knew what I was talking about. At 5’6” and 135, she had long, nicely shaped runners’ legs. Her ass had rounded a bit after she had stopped running and I felt it was an improvement. Her clothes fit great and it made her waist look even smaller. Her breasts her B cups, very pert, with beautiful, big nipples that could become as hard as pebbles. All in all, she was proportioned perfect and looked ten years younger than her actual age. I should mention that her face was beautiful, with only a hint of a few “character” lines beginning to appear. She wore her hair long and always kept it perfectly coiffed. As long as I had known her, there was never a time that she did not attract attention when she entered a room. I always felt a little smug because she was with me. I knew how men longed for her.

We had been each other’s first serious romances and neither of us had ever slept with anyone else. Not to say we never dated others before we met, but nothing of consequence. I had always been faithful and I always believed Diane was completely devoted to me. Jealousy was not part of our lives. Perhaps that was a reason our sex life lacked fire. Still, I never tired of looking at her and enjoyed how other men obviously longed for her.

We were sitting at our desk one bright summer day when the door opened and a man walked in. Diane immediately introduced herself and began interviewing him. He was about four inches taller than my 5’8” and perhaps 30 pounds heavier. His hair showed some gray at the temples and his face was tanned. All and all, I had to admit to myself he cut an impressive figure. Diane seemed to be even more impressed with the fellow. I had known her long enough to know when she was interested.

 He introduced himself as Charles Wolf and fawned over Diane as she told him that she was the broker.

 “I never dreamed such a young, attractive woman would be the broker and owner,” he told her as he held her hand much longer than I thought necessary. 

 Diane ate it up as she responded with her best smile, “I am not so young as you may think, but thank you!” She never bothered to introduce me. I took the hint and tried to look very busy at my desk. I listened as he described to Diane exactly what sort of property he was seeking. It was obvious he was in the high rent district and Diane told him so.

 “If I see something I like, I will definitely get it. I always get what I really want,” was his response. I decided I didn’t like this guy very much. On the other hand, Diane was getting a double rush! Here was a handsome, wealthy man wanting to direct a large commission her way. They talked at length about several expensive properties, eventually settling on two to go preview. Diane gathered her files and headed for the door with this Charles Wolf. It was hard for me decide who was selling to whom. Her every effort to charm him was returned tenfold. This guy was slick!

 I waited around the office for a couple hours, but things were slow and I had no real reason to stay any longer. I locked the door and jumped into my car. My wife’s car was still in the lot as she apparently had ridden with her client. I was about a mile from the office when I realized I had forgotten to return a phone call so headed back to the office. Thinking I would only be a minute, I pulled into the back of the office and went in the back door. My car was not visible from the road or the office. I made my call and decided to use the bathroom before leaving. That was when I heard the key in the front door and the sounds of laughter.

 It occurred to me that Diane must have laughed at every thing Charles had said for over three hours. It seemed easier to just remain in the bathroom than return through the office. I knew Diane would be trying to close a deal and did not want to do anything to jeopardize that. I just hoped it would not take too long. I was reading a magazine and only partially listening, but something I heard caught my attention.

 “I am prepared to pay full price for the property,” Charles stated simply as Diane was just beginning to unleash her never fail closing technique. There was silence for a few seconds.

 “You won’t regret it. That is a beautiful property and a very wise investment. I am sure you will be able to make a handsome profit on it in a short time,” Diane gushed. “I will complete the papers for you to sign.” With that I heard her asking questions about inspections and all the usual crap we have to include in every agreement. With Charles answering her questions, she was done in record time. I was thinking to myself that I would never hear the last of this. She was about to pick up a $50,000 commission in one afternoon!

 “All we need now is your signature in three places and we will have an agreement. Since it is full price, I am totally confident the seller will sign,” Diane told Charles. Was it my imagination or did she sound a little giddy?

 “I am quite prepared to sign, but I think we need to negotiate a little more,” Charles told her. “I know you will be making a very tidy commission with this sale and I should think you would be willing to share.”

 “Well, Charles, my commission is paid by the seller,” Diane replied. “Do you want some sort of kick-back or something?”

 “Diane, I want you to share you charms with me, and then I will sign,” Charles answered calmly.

 “Do I understand what you are saying?” asked my faithful wife. “Are you threatening not to buy the property unless I …I…. yield to you?”

 I had stopped breathing as I strained to hear what Charles said. “I am not threatening anything. I am saying if you want me to sign this agreement that will make you many thousands of dollars, you will give yourself to me. Then I will sign. I know you want me. I have seen it in your eyes and your body language since I came through that door earlier today. You may try to appear the proper lady and business woman, but we both know deep down you are a slut.”

 I heard Diane gasp. “Of all the nerve! You are so conceited! Just because you are wealthy you think women will throw themselves at you! I AM a lady and not some cheap whore, Mr. Wolf.”

 “I know you aren’t cheap, but I think you will be my whore,” Charles responded. “You want the both your commission and my fat cock. This is a win-win situation for you. Now, do we have a deal?”

 I could not believe my ears as my dear wife sounded far less outraged than I expected. “How could I be sure you will sign afterward?” asked Diane. She was thinking about it! I began to slowly creep over to the office door, which was slightly ajar. I kneeled on he floor and looked into the office. They were facing each other across Diane’s desk. In front of her was the contract

 Charles smiled. He knew he had won. He reached across the desk and began to squeeze Diane’s left tit through her blouse. “I am a gentleman and a man of his word,” I was stunned! I was certain Diane would erupt and throw his ass out the door. Instead she seemed to mull it over in her mind as he nonchalantly plied her tit.

 “As a gentleman, I would expect you to never tell anyone,” Diane stated as she stood up and began unbuttoning her blouse. “You will sign the contract and you will ever speak of this, ever!”

 “You have much to learn about being a proper slut, Charles told her as he also stood. “You do not propose to explain gentlemanly conduct to me!” With that he grabbed a hand full of Diane’s blouse and pulled hard. Diane stumbled forward as the blouse came away in pieces. What little was left fell off her. Her chest was heaving as she stumbled into Charles, putting her hands on his arm to keep from falling. I had never seen her look better! Charles simply reached down and unzipped Diane’s skirt and it fell to the floor. Diane stood close to him in her black bra and panties. 

 He spun her so she faced the desk and snarled, “Bend over you slut. I am going to take you like the bitch you are. I want to see what I am buying.” With that he ripped Diane’s panties off. Then he unsnapped her bra and she was naked except for her high heels. Diane shivered as he ran his hands over her ass and then ran a finger along her slit. He inserted a finger into her and she moaned. “You are wet already! You really are some slut. You want this bad don’t you?” Diane didn’t answer. Charles slapped her ass hard and reached around and pinched both nipples hard. “Answer me bitch. Tell me you want my cock.”

 Diane leaned lower over her desk and groaned. “Yes, you rich bastard! I want your cock! Just put it in me!” She pushed her ass back as Charles returned his finger to her pussy. Charles pulled his finger from Diane’s hole and I could see that it was wet. He brought it to Diane’s lips and, to my utter shock; she licked and sucked it clean. “You need to ask nicely, slut. Ask me to please fuck you. Make me believe you want it. Tell me you are my whore,” he grinned. With that he gave her round ass another slap.

 “Ouch! Damn it! Please fuck your slut, sir. I am your whore and I need you to fuck me! Give me your fat cock, please!” Diane almost shouted. By this time Charles had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I realized my wife was in for a bit of a surprise. My cock is about six or seven inches and I always thought it was a bit wider than most. I was no longer so sure. Charles cock was long, and very fat. From where I was watching, it appeared to be about the girth of Diane’s lower arm. He rubbed it along Diane’s slit, getting it wet from her juices, which seemed to be flowing down her strong thighs. He spread her pussy lips with his left hand and guided his cockhead just inside her. 

 “Arggh!” panted Diane. “It may not fit!” Charles smiled to himself, placed both hands on Diane’s hips and pulled her back a few inches onto his cock. “ Oh! Oh! Oh!” Diane shrieked as Charles waited for her pussy to stretch to accommodate him. Diane looked back and for the first time saw the mammoth cock waiting to split her pussy. There was at least eight inches left showing! “My God! My God! I will never be able to take that! Please don’t do it. It is much too big! she pleaded.

 “A deal is a deal,” chuckled Charles. “You’ll take it all. It just takes a little time. Now relax and enjoy the biggest cock it will ever be your good fortune to encompass.” With that he pulled Diane’s ass back a couple more inches. By this time, Diane was making strange gurgling noises and gripping the edge of the desk with all her strength. I was fascinated to see if it could ever fit into her tight little pussy. I was wondering if it would ever be tight again. With amazing patience, Charles worked his huge member deeper and deeper into my wife’s cunt. With a couple inches to go, he appeared to have hit bottom. Slowly he began to slide it back and forth, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding back in. Diane began to moan and move with Charles. I was evident she was becoming accustomed to Charles huge cock. Again I saw Charles grin as he gripped Diane’s hips a little tighter and slammed his cock into the hilt!

“Sweet Jesus!” gasped Diane. Her eyes rolled back and I wondered if she was unconscious. Charles held her tightly to himself and waited. After a few moments, I saw Diane begin to move on his enormous cock. It was almost imperceptible at first, but soon she was rocking back and forth. With that, Charles began to really pound her pussy. He thrust way inside her and then pulled all the way out, only to ram his cock in to the hilt, time and time again. Diane was moaning and babbling. She was having orgasms in waves. Her senses were on overload. She no longer knew or cared where she was or whom she was with. Charles cock was her whole world. 

 Finally, Charles growled and asked Diane, “Do you want me to cum in your tight little pussy. This actually brought a semblance of coherence back to Diane. “No, not inside me. You are so deep I think you are in my womb! I am not on birth control.”

Charles slapped Diane’s ass several times and then snarled, “Wrong answer, bitch. I cum where I want and you like it. Now, I will ask again. Do you want me to cum inside your tight cunt, my little whore?”

“Yes! Yes! Give me your cum, please. Fill me with your potent sperm. I want it inside me. Fill your whore with your cum. Make me yours! Diane yelled back at Charles. I was amazed at how easily he was able to convince her she needed his juices inside her.

“If that is what you want, slut. Here it comes,” Charles rasped as he began pumping cum from his rather large balls and along his canal until it began to erupt into Diane’s stuffed cunt. He held her tight and groaned. Diane convulsed and I could tell she was climaxing again, and more intensely than before. I had to admire Charles at that moment. He was by far the best cocksman I had ever witnessed. That was when I noticed I had deposited a load of cum in my pants. I had never even touched myself. Strange thing was, I remained erect!

Slowly Charles pulled his soft, but still large cock out of Diane’s gapping pussy. He grabbed a hand full of her hair and pulled her face around to his cock. Again I was astonished as she took him into her mouth and thoroughly cleaned his cock with her tongue. She never let me put my cock into her mouth. She was smiling and lapping like a puppy. She was radiant as she cleaned their mixed juices from his manhood and cum ran down her thighs. “Thank you, Charles. You really do know how to treat your slut,” she offered between sucks.

Charles reached over picked up a pen and signed his name. Now Diane may have had her brains fucked out but she knew her business and she pointed to the contract. “I need you to sign here and over here. Then it will be complete.”

Charles grinned as he brought Diane’s face back to his cock. “You had better get busy then. I don’t have all day. Suck me off and I’ll sign again, slut.” Diane looked at him and made up her mind. She began to do some serious cock sucking. Again, I marveled at her ability and willingness. Where has that been my whole life? 

As she sucked, Charles called her all sorts of names and it seemed to make her hotter. He told her she was an ok cocksucker but she needed more practice. He told her only a whore would fuck and suck a man she just met. All the time Charles called Diane names she worshipped his cock. Finally he told her he was ready to cum and Diane pulled his cock from between her lips and started jerking him off with her hands. “Slut?’ Charles asked. Diane looked at him and took his huge member back into her mouth and bobbed her head feverishly. I heard Charles groan and saw his cock twitch. Diane tried to swallow all the jism he pumped into her mouth, but could not keep up. Sperm dripped down the sides of her moth and onto her tits. Still she sucked until she was certain he was completely drained. Then she used her fingers to collect the spilled cum and fed it into her own mouth!

Charles looked down on Diane, much like a man would on a favorite pet. “Slut, you are learning. I think I could train you in a few more lessons.” With that, he reached over and signed the contract. Again Diane watched and pointed to the last place that required his signature. “You little whore, I do not have the time or energy to collect for the last signature. In good faith I will sign now and collect for that signature at a later date. Any objections, my cock sucking slut?” Diane shook her head and smiled as Charles placed his name on the contract for the last time. I had begun to creep back and locked myself into the bathroom, hoping no one would want to come in. Soon I heard the front door close.

 I silently walked back to see what my darling wife was doing. She was holding the contract and beaming to herself. Then she heard me enter the room. She stood in her heels, naked, with sperm running down her thighs and coating her tits. Her surprise at seeing me was complete. I could see the fear and panic on her face. She tried to speak, but could find no words. Tears formed on her cheeks. “I never realized what a slut you are,” I told her quietly. She began to tremble and I knew she was close to breaking down. “Now that I know, I want you bend over your desk again and tell me if you can feel my cock inside you. You will be doing this for me quite often, from now on.” As I slid into her wet, stretched pussy, I told her, “You are the sexiest, most beautiful woman I ever met.” 

 It began to dawn on her that I was not upset. She turned to look at me as she wiped away her tears. “You are not going to leave me?” she asked. “You still love me?”

As I pounded into her, not really feeling much of her pussy but enjoying it more than I had in years, I told her, “Hell no, I won’t leave you! But I will be in the other room when you pay the last installment on those signatures with Charles. I also think we will be closing more deals from now on, don’t you?”



Closing the Deal



The house had served its purpose. One bedroom. One and a half baths. A basement just big enough to store her stuff in. A kitchen and eating space.

Now Jennie was ready to move up. Well, OK. She wasn't buying a mansion. But it was a better house in a better neighborhood. And she was excited.

At twenty five, the single, young accountant didn't need to mortgage herself to death before she even decided what she wanted to do with her life. So the two bedroom, two bath ranch she found was perfect for now.

All she had to do was close the deal on her current home. The task, however, was proving more difficult than she had hoped. Various delays were causing her buyers to have second thoughts. Today she was to sit down with her banker and resolve as many of the problems as she could.

Not being one to routinely use her natural good looks to her advantage when dealing with men, Jennie reluctantly pulled a tight fitting sleeveless sweater from her closet and a complementary short skirt. With only a small pair of panties underneath, she felt awkwardly clad.

But this was a big deal for her personally—being able to make the move without the involvement of her parents or brother. She stared into the mirror with resolve, brushing her blonde hair into perfect shape and highlighting her lips to just the right glow. Jennie cringed at the amount of cleavage showing under the sweater. Then turned and headed for the car.

Chad Russell, mortgage loan officer at Jennie's bank, was a typical thirty-something underachiever. His average wife and average life satisfied him to some degree. But in his mind he was Chad Russell, rock star. He imagined every attractive woman he saw secretly wishing he was theirs, throwing them onto a couch and fucking them all night long. The next day—new city, new women, better sex.

Thus, he was excited to look on his calendar and see Jennie's name. Oh, yeah. The blonde with the fabulous eyes and long legs and full breasts. THAT Jennie. He had good news for Jennie, but she didn't know it...yet.

Jennie arrived at the bank five minutes early and sat nervously in the waiting area. She tugged at her skirt, attempting to get it at least half way down her crossed thighs. This was crazy, she thought. But she HAD to make this move.

Soon, she saw Chad coming down the hall.

"Hi, Jennie. Good to see you again." Chad extended his hand at the same time Jennie was rising from her chair.

"Hi, Chad." His eyes didn't meet hers until conducting a thorough scan of her sleek body.

"Come on back." He turned and walked side-by-side with the woman until they entered his little office. Chad closed the door behind them.

"Have a seat," he said. Jennie sat in an office chair facing Chad's desk, attempting to discreetly repeat the skirt tug at the same time.

Chad pulled a folder into the middle of his desk. "Well, I think we have some good news."

He watched for her response.

"Oh? What is it?" she asked, leaning slightly forward in her chair.

Chad went on to explain the intricacies of the loan requirements and how close Jennie was to meeting the banks prerequisites to closing. A lot of it was technical stuff Jennie didn't fully understand, but she did recognize Chad's pleasure that they were near completion of the deal.

During their discussion, Chad fought the strong urge to stare at the young woman's breasts, pushing against the soft material of her sweater. The tanned skin that was visible was flawless. And her legs had the silky smooth look of a teenager.

Finally, after fifteen minutes of dialogue, he got up and walked around to Jennie's chair. She studied him as he moved beside her, then slowly behind her.

"I'd hate for this deal to fall through after all we've done for you," he said.

Jennie flinched when his fingers touched her bare arms. His hands slid up to her shoulders. She felt Chad play with the back of her hair, then her neck.

"It's possible that I'll need to bring the last of the paperwork out to your place," he said.

Jennie sat silently as the man's hands moved around her neck and down the front of her sweater. She felt him press against her chair from behind. Chad's fingers followed the curve of the sweater's v-shaped neckline down to the top of her breasts. They lingered there, taking in the silkiness of her skin.

"You do want to work with us on this, right?" he asked softly.

She knew what she had to say. The word came slowly.

"Yes." It was almost a whisper.

Chad's hands were on her breasts, but on top of her sweater. He felt for her nipples and squeezed them lightly. Jennie felt the sensation all the way to her pussy.

"Excellent," Chad replied. "Because we want to work with you."

He was alternating between cupping Jennie's breasts and manipulating the nipples until they screamed for more attention. The woman wanted to get out of the chair, but couldn't...for whatever reason.

Chad leaned over until his face was next to Jennie's ear. "Spread your legs."

Jennie lifted the top leg and planted her foot on the floor. Then she separated her legs a few inches. Simultaneously, Chad's right hand slid inside her sweater and touched her left breast.

"Pull up your skirt."

His hand squeezed her nipple harder than he had squeezed before. Jennie's body shook with pleasure, her heart pounding from fear. Despite what her mind was telling her, she pulled up on the sides of the skirt until the black panties covering her pussy peeked out from underneath.

"Touch them," Chad whispered.

"I don't...um," Jennie began.

Chad put nearly her entire breast in his hand and kneaded it roughly, ending with a tight pinch of her nipple.

"I said touch your panties."

Jennie put a finger on the outside of her underwear, not knowing what he wanted next.

"Rub it. Rub your pussy and your clit."

She obeyed. He looked down her body at the hand partially hidden under her skirt. Then he concentrated on her other breast. Jennie closed her eyes.

"Put your fingers inside your panties."

He saw her slide them under the bottom of her panties near her pussy.

"Are you wet?"

Jennie nodded.

"Find out. Put your finger in your pussy."

She did. Her nipples were ready to explode in his hands. Her pussy was drenched with desire.

Chad let her linger there for a second. "Show me."

She pulled her hand out and raised the finger that had been inside her. Light glistened off the moisture.

"Lick it. Pretend it's my cock."

The finger disappeared into Jennie's mouth and she tasted her own sweet juices. Chad's rock hard cock pressed against the chair, aching with the need to cum.

"Very good." His hands rested once more on her breasts from outside her sweater. "When can I come over with the last of the paperwork?"

Jennie's mind could barely think clear enough to answer.

"Uh, is Friday OK?" she stammered. "Around noon?"

"Perfect." Chad pulled back from the chair and moved to Jennie's side. When she eventually turned to face him, she couldn't help but notice the bulge in the front of his pants. "Noon on Friday it is. Oh. One more thing."

Jennie looked up.

"Same outfit."

Jennie couldn't stand quick enough—mainly to lower her skirt again, but also to escape from the office. They shook hands. Chad could feel the dampness that remained on her finger. He smiled and let her out.

She didn't know whether to cry or make herself cum on the way home. She scolded herself for being so close to an orgasm in the little creep's office. But she thought of the new house and tried to block everything else out. Just one more meeting and it would be all over.

Chad thought of nothing else the next two days except for the naïve young woman about to become the next victim of his delusional mind.

Jennie didn't know whether to pray for Friday to arrive or dread its approach. She decided to wish for it to get here, expecting no worse than the embarrassment she suffered in Chad's office. At least they were in private.

Friday morning she donned her black panties, little skirt and sweater. She purposely didn't do much with her hair or makeup. As if that would make any difference to Chad.

It was a little past noon that the doorbell rang and Jennie let in the banker. She took him to the table in the kitchen to allow him room to spread out the papers in his briefcase. She offered refreshments, but he refused.

A few minutes later they were discussing more items only vaguely comprehensible by the young woman. To Jennie's great surprise and satisfaction, she was signing documents soon after that.

"This last form," Chad said, holding it in his hand, "is the one that troubles us the most. Someone your age hasn't had much of a chance yet to establish a credit history. We need assurances that we are lending money to...the right people."

Jennie only briefly had time to wonder if Chad's words were, in fact, discriminatory. Then her mind slipped back to the day in his office. And she heard the same tone in his voice.

"We've come a long way, Jennie. Your buyers have been approved. This is all that stands in the way of this deal." He put his finger on the form.

She locked eyes with him, but didn't speak. Instead, she reached out for the piece of paper.

Chad's hand came down hard on it...his palm smacking against the table. Jennie leaned back into her chair. Fear rose out of the pit of her stomach.

Chad smiled. "Not yet."

Jennie glared at him, ready to order him out of her house.

"Stand up," he said.

The beautiful young woman stared at the stack of papers, thought about the future, and rose from her chair.

"Get undressed."

Jennie froze. Then erupted.

"No, God damn it. I won't..."

Chad jumped from his chair so quickly Jennie barely had time to jump back a step. His hands were on her before she could defend herself. He spun her around and grabbed her by the arms.

"Now listen to me, bitch," he snarled between his teeth. "I said get undressed."

Chad put his arms around the woman's waist, freeing her arms. "Do it."

Jennie pulled up on her sweater. Her body trembled as she lifted it over her head and let it fall to the floor. Chad never let go. His body was pressed against her ass and she felt his cock harden.

He pushed her forward and she stumbled against the table. Chad pushed her in the middle of the back, bending her over at the waist. Papers flew across the table as her hands slid across the surface.

He lifted her skirt above her waist, then gripped the top of her panties and yanked them down viciously. Chad pulled them down her legs, removing the panties and her sandals simultaneously.

He stepped back and admired the nearly naked beauty for a few seconds. The round ass and sleek thighs were better than he had imagined in the days leading up to now. Finally, he would have her.

Chad touched her ass. First one side, then the other. He wrapped his fingers around the soft skin on either side of her crack. He molded it and drank in the wonderful feeling. His cock pressed against the inside of his pants, wanting to be free.

"That's better," Chad said. "Now I'm going to let you take off the skirt."

Jennie knew she couldn't run. She stood up and took off the skirt in what little space she had.

"Lean on the table again," Chad told her.

She leaned over. She heard his belt and zipper. Then clothes were placed on the floor. Her head was on the table, her hair falling over her face. Luckily, she couldn't see much.

"Remember how wet you were the other day?"

"Yes," Jennie murmured.

"Lets do that again. Only this time you'll be allowed to cum, just like you wanted to in my office."

"I didn't want..."

Chad pushed his body against hers and pushed down on the back of her head.

"You DID want to cum. You were soaking wet, you whore. Today you'll cum. We BOTH will," he said loudly.

After he let up on the pressure, Chad said, "You want the house. Right?"

She didn't answer.

"You want the house. Right, Jennie?"

"Yes."

"You wanted to cum in my office. Right, Jennie?"

There was a long pause. "Yes."

"You'll cum today so you can have the house. Right?"

"Yes."

Chad smiled. "Then lets do it."

He put his hands on her sides, just inches from her breasts. Jennie instinctively leaned up and let him put his palms over her nipples. Immediately, the feeling she felt in his office returned to her pussy. Only this time it would be more than her finger inside her.

Jennie felt his cock hit the top of her ass first. He laid it on one of her cheeks and slid it back until it fell off. Then he put it on top of her crack and let it rest between her cheeks. She could sense how big it was already. He very slowly let it slide up and down on her skin. All the while, her nipples were being pinched harder and harder.

She spread her legs. Chad needed no more encouragement than that.

He looked down at the flaps of skin on either side of her pussy and placed his hand over them. He rubbed her gently, then moved a finger up to her clit. Jennie moaned for the first time and raised her hips off the table.

Chad played with the clit, rubbing it and tracing his finger around it, teasing the woman even more. One hand held a nipple and the other massaged her clit. Jennie could feel the moisture collecting around her pussy.

"Tell me that you want more," Chad ordered.

"Don't stop," Jennie managed to say.

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to cum. Please let me cum."

Chad put his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Her legs were spread as wide apart as she could get them. She clutched for something to hold onto, but found nothing but papers. Then it was too late.

She shrieked as the man's thick cock drove into her. She could feel his body hit against her ass. The he pulled back and thrust forward again. Jennie cried out once more.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Chad asked.

"Oh, yes. Please. Fuck me, Chad. Make me cum."

The sound of her voice made him even harder. Jennie could feel his cock throbbing inside her pussy. She squeezed him, wishing her clit was still in his hand. But she knew if he continued to fuck her this way, she'd cum soon enough.

Chad held the front of her legs, pulling her back each time he shoved his cock into her. When he didn't, she would be pushed forward onto the table even farther. Finally, he simply held her legs up and she stretched them out straight behind her. He continued to fuck her like this until he was ready to cum.

Then he let her feet fall back to the floor.

"Rub your clit. It's time to cum."

He was inside her again. Jennie gladly rubbed her clit and leaned on the table.

They fucked for a couple minutes before Jennie shouted, "I'm going to cum."

"That's it, Jennie. Cum hard for me."

She moaned loudly. "Ahh. Fuck me harder."

Chad threw his body at hers as hard and as fast as he could without knocking her back onto the table. He held her by the hips and pounded her with his cock.

Jennie felt her orgasm begin. She cried out and frantically rubbed her clit. Then she moved her hands to her nipples and rolled them between her fingers. She struggled for breath as the long and intense orgasm continued. When Chad touched her clit, she began a second one.

That's when he came. His loud grunts were followed by blast after blast of cum entering her pussy. He slowed his rhythm so that each time he wanted to shoot again, he rammed his cock into her. Both of them groaned at the power of his thrusts, their orgasms dying down slowly.

He stayed inside her until the last trickles of cum flowed from his cock. Jennie squeezed her cunt muscles to drain him completely.

Then it was over.

"Fuck you," Jennie said in a tired voice.

"Bitch."

"Where do I sign?"



Closing the Deal



I had my first sex with another man one month ago. I still can't believe it. Prior to meeting Mark, I never had the desire to have a cock stuffed in my ass and mouth. Now I couldn't imagine going without it. 

Mark was my new boss, he came into the company to tighten up the division I worked in. He quickly seduced me and we were having a discreet and torrid affair. We had frequent "working lunches" and golf games scheduled as cover, but it was just a cover for Mark to fuck me.

I was the bottom, another shocking development for me. Mark fucked me everyway possible, and I loved it. He could be gentle and loving, rough and dominating, and all points in between. He had a beautiful cock that I devoured and milked of its thick, salty load every chance I had. 

One day Mark called me into his office to inform me of my promotion to Director of Technology Programs. His smiling face greeted me as I walked in.

"Close the door behind you," he said.

"Sure," I replied, closing the door.

"You've been doing great work," he said, kissing me and grabbing my ass cheeks.

"Thanks," I said, "It helps to have great leadership guiding you."

"You've been promoted," he said while going down on his knees.

"That's good," I said, "thank you."

"Now you get a reward for your hard work," he said while rubbing my now hardening cock through my slacks.

I leaned against his desk as Mark unzipped my pants and pulled out my now rock hard member. He looked me in the eyes as he slowly licked and sucked the head. He slowly took in more and more of my shaft with each moment until he had engulfed my entire shaft. He began pumping slowly and methodically, making sure his lips and tongue took in every square inch of my cock. He varied the pace of his sucking, driving me to the edge and slowing down before I came. I finally shot my load into his mouth, which took in every drop.

Mark had never given me a blow job before, and he was damn good at it. It took all of my self control to keep from groaning at the top of my lungs, which would have given away my dangerous secret.

"Keep up the good work, Jim," Mark said.

"I sure will," I replied, "especially if the rewards are anything like that all the time."

Mark gave me a deep kiss, passing the remnants of my load into my mouth. We swapped the precious silver liquid between us for a few moments before he pulled away.

"I've got a special job for you," Mark said, "one that will require your special talents."

"Sure," I responded, "whatever you need."

"I want you to be my right hand man while I close a deal," he said, "by helping me make sure the client is comfortable."

"I can do that," I said.

"We can't screw this up," he added, "this is a big contract that could really propel the firm."

"Anything I need to know?" I asked.

"Mike Allen is in charge of negotiations for those guys," he replied, "we go way back, so give him whatever he wants."

He left the room with that. I was surprised to be involved in upper level negotiations and I sure as hell didn't realize I had any special talents.

The next week we met Mike at his hotel, a fancy downtown joint where he was occupying a large suite. It had two antique sofas and three chairs along with various antique tables. It was a magnificent room, the bathroom was bigger than the last hotel room I had stayed in.

Mike was in his fifties, well kept up for his age. He was about 6 feet tall, graying brown hair, a little overweight, and very light brown eyes. He had a stern look about him, like he was a taskmaster.

We chatted about various issues, including our business deal. The discussions became heated and tense as offer and counteroffer were made. We finally broke after five hours.

It had been predetermined that we would play raquetball for our break. Mike was reputed to be an excellent player and the hotel had courts. I crushed Mark and Mike in cutthroat, something that made Mike visibly angry.

"If you worked for me I'd fire your ass," Mike finally told me after the game.

"Why?" I replied.

"You never humiliate a client in a game," he said, "no matter what the sport."

"I play to win," I retorted, "and you're supposed to be good at this game."

"Where did find this asshole Mark?" Mike said, looking agitated.

"He's my best man," Mark replied, "he doesn't like to lose."

"He might lose you a contract," Mike said angrily.

"No he won't," Mark replied, "he knows how to close deals."

"We'll see," Mike said, looking me over in apparent disgust.

We retreated back to his suite where Mike showered and exited the bathroom just wearing a white bath robe. He sat on the sofa, his robe opening slightly to reveaal the head of his cock. It was a big bulbous head that hinted at a thick rod. I was wondering what he was aiming at when he caught me looking.

"You have the stare of a cocksucker," Mike said, "no wonder you're Mark's pet."

"I've sucked cock before," I said defensively, "I won't lie about it."

"How about coming over here and sealing the deal then," Mike ordered as he opened the robe to expose his half erect cock.

I looked at Mark, who nodded in encouragement as I approached Mike.

"Take off your clothes," Mike commanded, "I want to get a look at you while you suck my cock."

I did as ordered and stripped down. I knelt down between his legs, slowly licking his big head as I caressed his thighs and balls with my hands. His cock was thick and very hard to engulf with my mouth. I slowly worked down, Mike's rod stretching my mouth as I slowly deep throated his spectacular shaft. I started pumping him slowly with long, deep strokes of my mouth. I saw Mark out of the corner of my eye, jerking off at the show.

"You've found a nice cocksucker, Mark," Mike said, "now wonder he's one of your favorites."

"Good help is hard to find," Makr replied, "and I like to have the best people around me."

I continued to pump his rod, licking and sucking his cock faster and faster. He was groaning louder, squirming on the sofa as I sucked him hard. He returned my attention by fucking my mouth as his balls tightened. He finally let out a beastly growl as he pumped his hot load into my mouth, holding my head on his cock as he spurted his entire load.

"Why don't you keep this little cocksucker warmed up," Mike said, "I'm gonna want another turn with him."

Mark moved over and kissed me, tasting what was left of Mike's spunk. He licked and kissed down my back until he made it to my asshole. He licked and teased around my anus while he slowly jerked me off, his tongue slowly penetrating my ass. Mark was so good at rimming. I was in heaven. My body was trembling and I was moaning softly at his advances. 

Mark stood up and sat down on the sofa. Where he began stroking his cock with lube. I knew where this was heading and I had to have it.

"Come here and mount up," Mark said, with a malicious grin on his face.

I put may back to his face and slowly guided my ass to his cock. He spread my cheeks and lubed my ass before letting his head touch me. I lowered myself gently onto his mighty rod, gasping with delight as I took him in completely. I started to ride him slowly, picking up pace steadily. I made sure to drive his cock all the way in my ass and grind against his pelvis, magnifying our excitement.

Mike had moved across the room and stood in front of me with his limp cock at mouth level. I took it in my mouth and stroked it with my tongue. It was rising with my attention until it was again to full massive size. 

I was getting so hot having two cocks to work over. The feel of Mark's cock grinding my ass while I revived Mike's erection was spectacular.

I pulled Mike's cock out of my mouth, jerking him off slowly while I rode Mark.

"You wanna fuck my ass?" I said to Mike, almost begging.

"Oh yeah," Mike replied, "I'm going to stretch that ass out."

I was fucking Mark fast and hard by now. His groans were getting louder as I saw his balls tighten and felt his cock twitch. I knew he was ready to blow and I pulled off of his cock faced him and jerked him off to finish him. His cum spurted all over his chest and stomach as he groaned loudly as he climaxed. 

That's when I felt Mike's powerful hands grab my waist and throw me face down on a rug in the floor. He pinned me down by pressing down on my shoulders as he pressed his lubed cock into my ass as fast as it would take the thick slab. I cried in delight as he drove deep into me, stretching my ass as pushed.

"Time for your fucking," Mike said as he started pumping my ass.

"That's it fuck my ass," I begged, "I want that cock to come in my ass."

Mike was fucking me like an animal, thrusting faster and deeper with each stroke. Each thrust drove me into the carpet, giving me rugburns on my face and chest. The pain didn't matter as Mike continued to fuck me, his cock filling my ass.

Mike was groaning and grunting as he approached his climax and then with one giant scream he began to pump his hot load into my ass. I could feel his cock shudder against my asshole with each spurt. Mike didn't stop pumping until he drained his cock into me. I was moaning with pleasure as he finished his business.

Mike pulled off of me and I turned over. I could feel Mike's cum dripping from my anus as I did. I gave my cock a few jerks and began coming almost instantly, coating my chest and belly with a hot shower of semen. I then collapsed onto my back, feeling like I had just run a marathon.

"He's your best negotiator yet," Mike told Mark, "you've got the contract."

"I knew he would make a great a great closer", Mark replied.

I felt used, Mark had planned this. I couldn't argue with the results of his scheming, it was the best sex I've ever had. 



Closing The Deal



Note: This is a continuation of 'Discovery'. Thank you for the feedback and suggestions.

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"So, how are things at work?" Stacy asked her Mom.

Cheryl sighed. "Stressful right now, honey. I'm putting together a proposal for a big client. It would be the biggest deal I've ever pulled off. It would be huge for my career."

The forty one year old marketing executive rarely divulged specifics about her job to her daughter. But Cheryl had confidence that her nineteen year old girl was old enough to handle the facts of an adult working life. And Stacy, based on what she heard from her father Eric, had reason to believe that Cheryl wasn't above using her model-like body to 'seal' certain deals. She wondered if this was one of those occasions.

"Who is it?" Stacy asked before taking another bite of her bagel.

Cheryl's eyes lit up. "Paul Adams. You wouldn't know him, but he's the publisher of a whole bunch of magazines. If we can get preferred advertising space in those magazines, and a few positive stories, it would make my company the clear leader in the industry. We absolutely HAVE to close this deal."

Stacy could see her mother's excitement clear across the kitchen. She understood how important it was to her Mom, but wondered why people put themselves through such stress. Anyway, she was on a mission and wanted to sound totally supportive.

"Wow. I hope you get it. What's your plan?" Stacy asked.

"Actually, hon, that was something I wanted to talk to you about."

Stacy looked surprised. "Really?"

Cheryl walked over to the table and sat down. "Yeah. But if you don't want to do this, I completely understand."

When it was clear Cheryl wasn't going to go on, Stacy asked, "Do what?"

Cheryl played with a fork on the table. "Well, I thought...if you agreed to do it...that maybe you could go with me on Monday night when I meet with Paul again."

Stacy thought about what her Mom had said. "Go with you? And do what?"

Cheryl twirled the fork one time. "Just be there. Paul...well, he enjoys...he likes being around young, attractive women."

Stacy stared at her Mom. "You want me to fuck him?"

The sound of the fork dropping onto the table echoed throughout the kitchen. "No! No! No! Just go with me. Wear something...nice. Look pretty."

Stacy wasn't sure if she was relieved or disappointed. But she was intrigued by the offer. "And what will you do?"

"Wear something nice. Look pretty. Get him to sign a contract," Cheryl said with a nervous grin.

Cheryl could see her daughter contemplating. "I'll make it worth your time. I'll buy you anything you want."

Stacy smiled. "You couldn't afford it."

Cheryl laughed and said, "Within reason."

"All I have to do is be there?" Stacy asked again.

"Smile and be yourself. I'll do the rest and reward you later."

"What's this guy look like?" Stacy said with a mouth full of bagel.

"About fifty. Maybe younger. Actually, very good looking. You won't be disappointed...except in his age," Cheryl said.

"Age is no big deal," Stacy said, an image of her naked father flashing vividly in her mind.

"Good. You'll do it?"

"Yep."

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Stacy didn't have to spend much time deciding what to wear on Monday. She had one, and only one, formal dress. It was black, sleek, and short. Stacy's blonde hair and fair skin contrasted beautifully with it. Her curvaceous body transformed the otherwise simple dress into a symphony of flowing curls and bends that ended abruptly midway down her luscious thighs.

Stacy was lucky. She inherited near perfect breasts, a diminished waistline and tight ass. She was a nineteen year old version of her mother.

Cheryl, for her part, went with a slightly longer dress that highlighted her breasts with a receding neckline. She would not have to lean much in any direction to give her potential client a substantial view of her tits. She had worn the dress on many occasions with other clients...with great success.

"You look great," Stacy said as the two women got into Cheryl's car for the short drive to the hotel.

"Thanks," Cheryl replied. "But he'll never look at me with you there."

Cheryl's eyes were aimed directly at the bottom of Stacy's dress, which barely covered her pussy as she sat.

"It's all I got," Stacy said in her own defense.

"If I get this deal, I'll buy you another one," Cheryl offered.

"If you get this deal, you won't want me in anything else next time," Stacy said.

"I don't expect there to be a next time."

Cheryl stared down the road, her nervousness rising in intensity the closer they got. By the time they pulled into the valet parking area, her palms were damp. She grabbed her briefcase and she and Stacy got out of the car.

Both of the valet assistants who opened the car doors stared shamelessly at the gorgeous women. Cheryl handed over the keys, got her receipt and tipped the guy she was dealing with. As the women walked into the hotel, several pairs of eyes followed them until they were out of sight.

Once outside Paul Adams' room, Cheryl smiled at Stacy, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

Stacy stood behind her Mom and off to the side so that, when the door finally opened, Cheryl and Paul could properly greet each other. He invited them in and Cheryl introduced her daughter once Paul had closed the door.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Paul said, unable to keep his eyes from scanning the young woman's body.

Stacy may have been offended any other time, but Paul Adams was a very, very attractive man who appeared younger than what Cheryl had guessed his age at. He was dressed in a plain white shirt, open at the collar, and dress slacks. The man was in excellent shape, it seemed to Stacy, and she immediately was captivated by him.

"You, too. I'm a big fan of some of your magazines. When Mom asked if I wanted to meet you, of course I said yes," Stacy said, only half lying.

Paul led them into the sitting area of his suite. "That's kind of you to say. I'm glad Cheryl invited you. Please sit down."

Stacy and Cheryl sat on opposite ends of a couch, Stacy in particular crossing her legs out of sheer necessity.

"What can I get you to drink?" Paul asked. "Wine? Beer? Soda?"

"Wine for me," Cheryl said.

"Nothing, thank you," Stacy added.

"Are you sure?" Paul asked her.

"Yep. I'm fine."

He continued to chat while pouring his and Cheryl's drink. Stacy allowed Cheryl to carry most of the conversation, but Paul made sure she was included as well. He sat in a chair after delivering Cheryl's drink and effortlessly entertained the women.

It struck Stacy that this man was used to being in charge. He was confident and assertive. Yet, he must have been wonderful to work for because he was also very respectful of the women's thoughts. Not that Stacy had been around that many executives before, but she was growing to like Paul Adams more and more.

During the middle of a discussion about his magazines and how they would help Cheryl's company, Paul unexpectedly turned to Stacy and said, "We're always looking for new models. Stacy, have you ever modeled?"

Stacy's eyes widened at the unforeseen question. "Me? Are you kidding? I think Mom is a more likely candidate than me."

Paul smiled. "You're certainly both likely candidates. But I'm serious, Stacy. I've seen far less beautiful women in our magazines than you."

"Thank you," Stacy said shyly, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

"Stand up, please," Paul said.

Stacy knew better than to make a fuss over it, so she obeyed. The look on her face was one of serious attention as she unconsciously pulled down on her dress once she was standing.

"Take off your shoes so I can see how tall you are without heels," Paul said.

Stacy didn't even attempt to lift her leg up so she could reach her foot. Instead, she used one foot behind the other to remove the shoes. As Paul expected, she was still slightly taller than average in bare feet.

"Turn around for me, Stacy."

As she began to turn, Stacy glanced over at her mother. Cheryl had a slender grin of approval, suspecting more and more that it was a good idea to bring her daughter along. When Stacy's back was facing Paul, she delayed for just a few seconds, and then continued around until they were looking at each other again.

"Yes. I think you have a future if you ever wanted to pursue it," the publisher said.

Stacy may have only been nineteen, but she wasn't stupid. She saw an opening and was going to take advantage of it. Whether she or her mother would ultimately benefit the most would be determined later.

Stacy walked straight towards Paul, attempting to move as erotically as she could in bare feet. She stopped when she reached his knees and said, "Mr. Adams, I'd be grateful to you for the rest of my life if you could make that happen."

Paul's legs were separated just enough for Stacy to be able to step between them. As she did, he pulled them apart another few inches. Stacy turned and softly sat on the top of his right leg.

"So it looks like maybe we can help each other," Stacy said. "If you sign Mom's contract and let me try modeling, I'd do anything for you."

The comment didn't need explanation and Paul's smirk indicated his recognition of the possibilities.

"I do have a question, though?" Stacy said.

"What's that?"

"Is it hard?" Stacy asked.

This time it was Paul with the surprised look on his face. "Is WHAT hard?"

"Modeling," Stacy answered, but her eyes were squarely on Paul's crotch.

"Very hard," he said. "But I'm sure you can handle it."

"I'd love to try. I'd love to model bikinis, or lingerie. I think that would be sexy, don't you? Getting almost naked in front of the photographer and his assistants. Do you ever watch the photo shoots, Paul?"

"Yes. I especially like it when we have two women posing at the same time," he said, finally putting his hand on Stacy's leg.

"Really?" Stacy asked sincerely. "Does that turn you on?"

"Absolutely. Maybe you and Cheryl could pose together."

Stacy thought she might have heard a sound coming from the couch, but she was afraid to look. Besides, Paul's hand was working its way up her thigh and she didn't want to move.

"I think that would be cool," Stacy said. "I'm sure we could talk her into it if you were a client."

Paul hesitated when his fingers began to slide under Stacy's dress, just inches from her pussy. "Maybe an audition is in order."

At last, Stacy had the nerve to look at her Mom. By now, Cheryl could taste Paul's signature on her contract. It was time to go in for the kill. She nodded faintly at Stacy.

Stacy looked back at Paul. "Lingerie?"

Paul acknowledged with a bob of his head.

Stacy stood up and moved slowly over to the couch. She reached out her hand and pulled her mother to her feet. Cheryl removed her shoes and followed Stacy into the middle of the room, just a few feet in front of Paul.

Stacy moved behind her Mom and timidly put her hand at the top of the zipper in the back of Cheryl's dress. With her heart pounding a thousand beats a minute, Stacy pulled the zipper down. Then she began to pull the shoulder straps down Cheryl's arms.

Paul stared directly at Cheryl's ample breasts as they came into full view. He had come in contact with many women over the years who paid lots of money to have "perfect" breasts. Yes, they ended up with huge, unshapely breasts. Cheryl, he decided, had perfect, natural breasts.

Stacy halted for a second, then lowered the dress beyond her mother's waist and, finally, down her long legs. She allowed Cheryl to step out, and then Stacy laid the dress on the couch. Cheryl stood is just a pair of simple panties that were barely larger than a thong.

"Very nice," Paul said with all honesty.

Stacy stepped around her Mom and stood in front of her, the intent clear to everyone in the room. Cheryl chose to lift Stacy's dress over her daughter's head. The effect was the same as Stacy undressing Cheryl, only this time Stacy was left standing in a bra and panties. Without much indecision, Cheryl unhooked the bra and pulled it off.

"Cover material, both of you," Paul said, his eyes wandering all over both women.

Stacy walked back over to Paul and he once again spread his legs. This time, however, Stacy pushed them together and straddled them, sitting on top of both legs, facing him.

"That wasn't hard at all," Stacy said, her hand resting on his cock. Even through the pants she knew he was very hard.

"It's as if you've had experience," Paul said.

"Not really. But I'm willing to learn...from an expert." Stacy was rubbing the entire length of his erection. She was prepared for, and even craving, an assault on her breasts.

"The girls that model for my magazines do some amazing things," Paul said.

"I'm sure Mom and I would love to amaze you."

Paul smiled at her. "I'm glad you said that. Because what I would like, in order to finalize this contract, involves both of you."

Both women alternated between pure lust and apprehension. Threesomes were not in either of their histories, but the thought of it with Paul Adams wasn't disgusting.

Stacy said, "Who would you like first?"

Her grip on Paul's cock, even through his pants, was convincing.

"Oh, I don't think you understand," Paul said, squirming in his seat. "I love it when my models have sex."

"With you and this wonderful, hard cock?" Stacy asked, reaching for his zipper.

"No. With each other."

Stacy was so stunned by his statement that she stopped with the zipper half open.

"Each other?! You want me and Mom to..."

"Have sex," Paul finished for her.

"Here? Now? While you watch?" The indignation in Stacy's voice was unmistakable.

"Or you can send me a video. But I'd prefer here and now...while I watch," Paul said nonchalantly.

Cheryl took a long drink of wine. She'd done many things to close a deal. This was a first. Stacy had enjoyed playing the game with Paul and was ready for anything...except this.

For once, Cheryl was the first to speak. "Do we have a deal...if we do this?"

Paul nodded. "My only stipulation is that at least one of you has to cum, and I have to cum."

The women looked at each other, waited a second or two, and then mutually acknowledged their agreement.

"Whenever you're ready," Paul said. "I have all night."

Stacy rose from his lap and moved towards her mother. Cheryl met her halfway. Paul had seen this act played out before and he was always fascinated by the awkwardness shown by two females who most likely had never made love to another woman before. He finished the job of opening his zipper and pulled out his stiff cock. The relief he felt made him settle down in his chair, prepared for the show.

Neither woman asked for directions. They were going to wing it and let things happen naturally. Uncomfortably, but naturally.

They came together and began to put their arms around each other.

"Turn so I can see both of you, please," Paul interrupted.

Stacy and Cheryl rotated a quarter turn so both were silhouetted. Then they brought their bodies together, the sensation causing them to pause the moment their breasts touched. Cheryl put her arms around her daughter and this seemed to relax Stacy a bit. They came closer together.

It was Cheryl who made the first move to begin a soft kiss. She touched Stacy's lips with hers. Stacy instinctively wanted to intensify the kiss, seemingly forgetting it was a woman—her mother, no less—that she was holding. Their lips separated and the kiss became more passionate.

Paul smiled to himself, gently stroking his cock, as the women stood in front of him. He watched their heads move into position, slightly tilted to allow their tongues to interact. When he saw their hands begin to explore each other's body, he knew they would meet his demands.

Stacy moved her hands down Cheryl's back until reaching the top of her panties, then brought them back up to her waist. Still embraced in a tight kiss, Stacy managed to move her hands between them and begin to seek out her mother's breasts. The first contact caused the kiss to end, but Stacy looked down and calmly moved her palms over Cheryl's nipples.

Cheryl also looked down, somewhat afraid to make eye contact with her daughter as Stacy played with her tits. But the slow, steady hardening of Cheryl's nipples told the story. She was aroused, just as if it was Paul himself fondling her breasts.

The more Stacy played with the nipples and the harder she squeezed them, the more difficult Cheryl found it to breathe normally. Her little gasps were plainly heard by Stacy, if not Paul. That only encouraged Stacy to continue massaging and kneading her mother's tender skin.

Cheryl's hands gradually disappeared inside the back of Stacy's panties. As small as the panties were, that meant Cheryl was gripping Stacy by the ass. She squeezed the smooth skin and pulled Stacy closer. They kissed again.

A moment later, Cheryl took the inevitable next step and began pulling down Stacy's panties. Paul watched intently as Stacy's luscious ass came into view. He watched Cheryl kneel down to remove the tiny garment, and then stand back up. Seconds later, Cheryl too was naked and the women stood together.

Paul could have easily cum just then. Two of the most beautiful women he knew were naked in front of him, facing each other, prepared to make love for him. The fact they were mother and daughter only added to his excitement.

But he knew the best was yet to come.

Cheryl sensed a growing anxiety in Stacy now that they were both naked. She decided to take control by leaning her head next to Stacy's ear and saying, "It's alright, hon. Let me take over. Just relax."

With one more look at the thick pole sticking out of Paul's pants to supply extra arousal, Cheryl leaned down until her mouth was just in front of Stacy's breasts. She kissed all around one breast before finally closing in on the nipple. Stacy closed her eyes at the same time her mother wrapped her lips around it.

The sudden feeling of the tight lips and wet tongue hitting the nipple caused Stacy's entire body to stiffen. Deep inside she felt a tingling that she thought only a man could produce. But, as Cheryl began to take more of Stacy's breast into her mouth, the tingling grew stronger.

Cheryl held both tits with her hands while she switched from one to the other. Soon, the moisture from Cheryl's mouth glistened on the hardened nipples of Stacy's breasts. Paul pulled on his cock every now and then, coming closer and closer to an orgasm as he watched the mother suck her daughter.

Cheryl pulled away from Stacy for a second and said, "Lay down, hon. On this table."

They were standing next to a long, wooden coffee table that was almost the same length as the couch. It was the only way Cheryl could think of getting to Stacy's pussy and not block out Paul's view. So Stacy cautiously sat on the edge of the table, then swung her legs over and stretched out. Sure enough, when Cheryl got on her knees at Stacy's feet it was clear she was going to be able to get to Stacy's pussy and give Paul a good look.

Cheryl pulled Stacy's body toward her a little bit, leaned between her daughter's legs, and approached Stacy's pussy with her face. Stacy clung to the sides of the table and spread her legs, filled with emotions she couldn't describe. She was horny and wanted to please Paul, but it was her mother about to make her cum. She had never wanted anything this indecent in her life.

Paul had his choice of marvelous sights: Stacy's breasts rising from her chest; the young woman's athletic body and long legs; Cheryl's beautiful tits hanging down as she rested on her knees; Cheryl's ass sticking out as she moved ever-closer to Stacy's pussy.

Cheryl kissed the inside of Stacy's thigh, mainly to warn her daughter that she was close. Stacy closed her eyes, clung a little tighter to the table, and awaited the unavoidable contact between her pussy and Cheryl's mouth.




Closing The Deal



Cheryl placed her hands lightly along the outside of Stacy's ass. She kissed all around the neatly shaven pussy in front of her, then barely touched her lips onto the soft, pink flaps of skin guarding Stacy's clit. Cheryl extended her tongue just far enough to taste the sweet fluid beginning to accumulate in her daughter's pussy.

Stacy handled the initial contact fine, until Cheryl moved her tongue up to Stacy's clit.

"Ohhhhh," Stacy sighed audibly. "Oh God."

Cheryl felt her daughter's body wiggle each time her tongue swept across the clit. The constant moans it elicited from Stacy convinced Cheryl that this is where she would concentrate in order to make her cum. But the stimulation Cheryl was receiving from feeling and hearing her daughter's reaction caused her to want to prolong it a little.

What neither woman could see was the head of Paul's thick, hard cock growing a brighter and brighter pink with excitement. He continued to fondle it often, but precum was now oozing from the tip. He was determined not to cum before Stacy, so he allowed the action in front of him to continue while he sat back and watched.

Cheryl was inserting her tongue deep inside Stacy's cunt for the first time, and Stacy was squirming even more than before. Stacy arched her back and lifted her ass off the table, allowing Cheryl to put her hands squarely on the tight cheeks.

A moment later when Cheryl returned to Stacy's clit, the end was near.

"Ohhh, Mom. Yes! Right there!"

Cheryl covered Stacy's clit with her mouth and pressed harder with her tongue. She began to suck and lick the clit with more passion than she thought possible. This was no longer a case of doing something to close a deal. Cheryl was making love to her daughter and was desperate to make her cum...long and hard.

"Oh fuck. Fuck! Yesss!" Stacy cried out.

Cheryl was pretty good at telling when a man was about to cum. But she did not have a long history of getting women off. She had NO history. So, Stacy's build-up to a climax was something new to her. All Cheryl knew to do was keep licking and sucking on Stacy's clit. It seemed to be working.

Stacy put her hands on the back of her Mom's head and held her in place in the seconds leading up to the orgasm. One last massage of her clit by Cheryl's tongue was all it took to put Stacy over the edge.

Stacy groaned loudly and felt her body begin a series of uncontrollable eruptions. She pressed her pussy against her mother's face. Cheryl licked harder. Stacy raised and lowered her hips as though it was Paul's cock between her legs and not Cheryl's mouth.

Paul could not hold out any longer. He rose from the chair and moved behind Cheryl, looking down on the magnificent ass he'd been watching for so long. Not even knowing if either woman knew he was there, he began to seriously jerk himself off.

Just as Stacy was finishing her last orgasm, but before Cheryl could pull back, Paul pushed his legs against Cheryl's ass and positioned his cock above her lower back. His grunts filled the room as the first shot of his cum poured out and landed on Cheryl's body. Each new groan was accompanied by a new stream of cum. Soon, a pool was building in the depression just above Cheryl's ass.

When he was done, Paul allowed his semi-erect cock to rest in Cheryl's crack. He slowly moved back and forth as if fucking it. One last, small glob of cum leaked out and Paul backed up a step.

"Where do I sign?" he asked.

###

The ride home was a quiet one. Cheryl repeatedly thanked Stacy for helping get the contract signed and apologized for what had happened. But neither of them discussed it in detail. Their private thoughts would remain just that, for now.

But after getting home and spending an hour or so alone, Stacy decided to seek out her mother again. Cheryl was sitting by herself in the kitchen, dressed in a short robe and drinking coffee. Stacy sat down beside her.

"You don't have to apologize for what we did tonight, Mom," Stacy said.

"But it was wrong. No contract is worth that much."

"Was it really wrong?" Stacy asked.

Cheryl looked at her with surprise. "Yes!"

"Did you think of it as just sex?"

"Well, kind of," Cheryl said, adjusting the front of her robe. "I mean, I love you, Stacy, but what we did was...it was..."

Stacy watched her Mom try to complete the thought. Stacy said, "It was wonderful. You were so gentle. I thought you were making love to me."

Cheryl cringed internally at the sound of the words. She was about to answer when Stacy stood up and moved behind her. She felt Stacy's hands on her shoulders first, then they slid inside the front of her robe.

"The way you touched me was so nice," Stacy said, her hands resting on top of her mother's breasts. "Everything we did made me so hot. I couldn't wait to cum."

Stacy was pulling gently on Cheryl's nipples. Then she massaged the full breasts in her hands and squeezed them against Cheryl's chest. Cheryl leaned her head back on Stacy's body and allowed herself to relax for just a second. But only for a second.

"Stacy, don't. Your father might see us."

"I'm not worried about him. I'm worried about you," Stacy replied. "I feel bad that you're the only one who didn't cum tonight. I want you to feel how good it is."

"I don't think...," Cheryl started to say.

"Let's go somewhere," Stacy said anxiously. "C'mon. We can use the extra bedroom."

Stacy yanked her hands out of her mother's robe and started to walk out of the kitchen, looking back to make sure Cheryl was getting up to follow. She was.

The women walked quickly, but quietly, into the guest bedroom and silently closed the door. Cheryl flashed way back to when she used to steal away with her boyfriends and make out. The circumstance now was remarkably different, but the feeling was similar—excitement.

Stacy walked up to her Mom and untied the belt that loosely held Cheryl's robe together. When it fell open Stacy was surprised, but pleased, to see that her mother was naked. Stacy smiled and slipped the robe off Cheryl's shoulders and arms.

"Kiss me just like you did for Paul," Stacy said.

The women embraced and their kiss far exceeded the fervor reached in the hotel room. Stacy's hands were all over her mother's body, searching out all the same places Cheryl had found on Stacy a few hours earlier. Cheryl clutched at Stacy's clothes, seemingly intent on ripping them off.

But this was all about Cheryl, Stacy decided. She leaned on her Mom and half pushed her down onto the bed. They fell together and giggled, eventually continuing their kiss with Stacy slightly on top. One of Stacy's hands moved to Cheryl's breast, where it worked on the nipple. Cheryl moaned even while kissing her daughter when Stacy pinched the nipple roughly.

Then Stacy moved her hand between Cheryl's legs, which quickly parted at the touch of Stacy's fingers. At the same time that Stacy was probing the dampness of her mother's pussy, she moved her head down until it rested on Cheryl's breast. She kissed the soft skin before putting the sensitive nipple between her teeth. At the same time, Stacy's middle finger dove inside Cheryl's cunt.

"Ohhhh, Stacy," Cheryl moaned.

Stacy only sucked harder on the tit and fucked Cheryl harder with her finger. When the moans increased, so did her actions. Soon, Stacy's head was pushing down on nearly the entirety of her mother's breast while two fingers prodded her wet hole.

Cheryl's body reacted with involuntary movements that simulated 'normal' sex...with a man. But what was happening to her was far from normal and involved her gorgeous daughter. The impact of that fact was lost amid the pleasure flowing through her body. Stacy was bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

Stacy lifted her head from the tit she was sucking and said, "Now it's time for you to feel what I felt. Enjoy it, Mom."

Cheryl watched her daughter's head sink between her legs. Behind Stacy's blonde hair she saw the young woman's eyes focus in on her pussy. She saw Stacy's tongue slide slowly across her lips in preparation for what was about to happen. Then Stacy's eyes were all Cheryl could see—right before the tongue hit her clit.

Cheryl's head thumped down onto the pillow when Stacy's mouth first engulfed her clit. When the tongue began rubbing her harder, Cheryl closed her eyes and she grabbed hold of the covers with her fists. Stacy was pulling her closer, applying more and more pressure. Then the tongue was diving inside Cheryl's cunt to seemingly impossible depths.

Cheryl's ass rose from the bed as her orgasm approached.

"Oh God, Stacy. Yes! There!"

Stacy returned her mouth to Cheryl's clit and felt her mother climax. Cheryl tried desperately to stifle her loud moans, but the tongue on her throbbing clit made her cry out. Wave after wave of orgasm released the sexual tension Cheryl had felt all evening. Her mind was filled with visions of Paul's rock hard cock and Stacy's incredible body. She thought of the feeling of Paul's warm cum landing on her back. She came some more.

Then Cheryl had to push Stacy's head away. She couldn't cum any more and Stacy seemed determined never to stop. Finally, Stacy crawled on top of her mother and kissed her, letting Cheryl taste her own sweet juices.

"God, Stacy. That was incredible," Cheryl managed to say.

"I thought you'd like it. So, if your next client is a beautiful woman, can I come along?" Stacy said, playing with a nipple.

"Only if you share."

Cheryl and Stacy entered into a kiss that was destined to lead them to new discoveries.



Closing the Deal



I opened the door to the plush real estate office late on this gorgeous Autumn Saturday afternoon with a full-blown hard-on ready and willing to go.

No, it wasn't that I was that excited about some pending coastal resort home purchase, not that there's anything wrong with that. The object of my arousal on this particular visit was the anticipation of finding my real estate agent girlfriend, Mikki, waiting for me in an unoccupied office, with the idea that I would have her writhing on the conference room table within minutes, my cock buried deep inside of her.

Mikki and I had started a long-distance relationship several months back, when she was visiting her family in her native city of Philadelphia. We met at a barbecue of a mutual friends' house, found we had a lot in common, including recent ugly divorces and a dormant sex life. Mikki had moved to Wilmington, North Carolina about a decade ago to become a partner in a family-owned real estate development business, hitting it big during the blooming market of the late 1990's and earlier this millennium. She had parted ways with her philandering husband, who gradually became more interested in bedding his clients' trophy wives.

I had hit the jackpot in more ways than one with Mikki. She was beautiful, buxom, slender, personable, rich, and exceedingly horny. She was also relatively sexually inexperienced, having confessed to me that her ex-husband was the only man with whom she had ever been intimate with before she and I met. She had married young, a marriage of convenience, arranged by wealthy Main Line old-money families and she was still a virgin on her wedding night. I was having great fun teaching her, and she was charmingly insatiable, quickly wanting to make up for lost decades of adventurous sexual escapades. We were making the flights from Philly to Wilmington almost every weekend now, and our sex was fresh, non-stop, and creative. That's the wonderful thing about long-distance relationships, for those among us who embrace such a concept.

In fact, Mikki had only a few minor flaws that I could ascertain, since I always seemed to be looking for imperfections in the gem, no matter how strong the relationship or how incredible the sex. I guess it was a defense mechanism of my own, built up over the years to ward off deeper emotional investment. I always somehow found the gray cloud in the silver lining.

In Mikki's case, the sexual imperfections were relatively minor, I suppose, not to pick nits. She wasn't the most accomplished or enthusiastic of a cocksucker, though God knows I was willing to be her recipient. I'm selfless and altruistic that way. She also had never ventured into the world of anal sex, and was more than reluctant to explore, virtually shuddering and recoiling whenever I would delicately broach the subject.

Last, above all else, she was essentially addicted to her residential real estate profession. All of those years in a loveless, sexless marriage had forced Mikki to throw her passions elsewhere, and it was into her relentless pattern of 'closing the deal'. More than one of our steamy fuck sessions had been interrupted by the incessant ringing of Mikki's cell phone, never more than a reach way from her, no matter when or where we were, and she ALWAYS fucking answered it.

I was beginning to accept her lackluster oral talents and anal-phobia, as I called it, but I admit to being more than frustrated with this habit of hers of putting business before pleasure. On this trip to her firm's office, however, this finally worked to my advantage.

My hard-on and me strode expectantly through the vestibule of her firm's office. Mikki had volunteered several times in the past to stay in the office during the comparatively slow time of late Saturday afternoons under the auspices of graciously sending her fellow agents home early. This would leave her alone in the posh office, and we had gotten into the practice of greeting my arrivals with wild fucking on couches, conference tables, mahogany desks, Oriental rugs, and assorted other nooks and crannies. Let's face it, there is something inherently forbidden and decadent about office sex, and I was fully expecting to find Mikki by herself in her usual professional attire, knowing that there would be nothing on beneath, and I planned this time to pin her against the wall next to the fireplace and the floor-to-ceiling plate-glass window.

As the door shut behind me (and my hard-on, yep, it was still there!), I stopped dead in my tracks as I heard a vaguely familiar though completely unexpected voice come from the other room. "John, is that you?"

My hard-on tip-toed from the room as I struggled to come to grips with the surprise verbal greeting. So much for pin-against-the-wall office sex today, I thought. 

"Uh, yes, it is," I stammered. "Um, is Mikki here?"

She appeared from around the corner, smiling, adorned in a lavender-pastel sundress, and I immediately recognized her as the receptionist, Cindy, who Mikki had introduced me to on my first visit to the office several months back. Cindy was very easy on the eyes herself, a petite, fit, tanned, platinum blonde in perhaps her mid-30's with short, almost spiked hair and a mischievous twinkle in her bright blue eyes. I recalled that Mikki had told me that Cindy had just been recently divorced herself, and had inherited a luxurious house overlooking the Intra Coastal waterway with a view of the hotels of Wrightsville Beach in the distance. As was her nature, Mikki spoke dreamily of the inheritance, estimating the value of the asset at over two million dollars. Cindy would never have to work another day in her life, according to Mikki. 

None of that resonated within my mind now, however, as I was taking mental inventory of this unexpected turn of events, while simultaneously trying not to gape at Cindy's very visible nipples poking precariously through the sheer, almost transparent material of her sundress.

Cindy walked directly towards me and greeted me with a more than cordial hug, pressing those pert breasts into me more than was necessary. This resulted in my hard-on sprinting back into the room and leaping into my lap, lurching my hips involuntarily forward, trying to latch himself onto Cindy's pelvis. 

Cindy smiled wryly, undoubtedly taking notice of my hard-on's less than subtle return, and released her hug and walked over to slip the latch on the entrance door to the locked position. "Come in, John, let's get you comfortable. Mikki has a message for you that she wants you to hear." I followed as Cindy led me by the hand to the back room, puzzled, but still not confused enough not to rivet my eyes on Cindy's tight, wriggling buns dancing under the tight dress.

Cindy motioned to me to sit in the leather chair in front of her desk, and I watched as she unclasped another button on her dress, teasingly exposing just the hint of a matching lilac bra strap. She crossed her legs, the dress running up to mid-thigh, licked her lips, and grinned at me wickedly. Lustfully, I imagined. Or was I not imagining?

She leaned over, exposing her cleavage to me unabashedly, and hit the button on a desk-top voice mail speaker. I heard Mikki's voice come through the speaker, though my eyes never left Cindy as she ran her fingers lightly over her long, sun-kissed neck.

"Hi, hun! I know it drives you crazy when I chase my deals, but I had to go up to New Bern to sign some papers at the last minute to close a deal. I'll be back in about two hours. Or more, maybe. But, Cindy and I have had some very specific discussions about the tradition that you and I have started in our office, and she was feeling a bit left out. You see, it's been awhile for her, and, well, she asked if she could substitute for me today until I get back. I told her I thought that you would be more than willing to fill her in. And, you see, I can learn something from this, too. Cindy will show you what we mean. See you in a few hours, baby, enjoy. I love you lots, babe."

Mikki's voice had barely ceased to echo in my ears when I saw Cindy reach into the desk drawer and pull out a hand-held camcorder. Cindy's eyes glowed in amusement as my jaw gaped in astonishment.

"In the real estate business, John, we call this sharing the commission," Cindy seductively purred, rising from her seat and easing towards me. "You see, it's a symbiotic relationship." My eyes bulged, my throat constricted, but most of all, my cock twitched as I grasped the reality and inevitability of this situation.

Cindy placed the camera on the desk and pointed it at me, then kneeled in front of me and with one hand began to unbuckled my belt, shifting my hips so that she could have unfettered access, while slowly unbuttoning each of the buttons on her dress, which fell to her navel.

"You see, Mikki wants to learn how to suck cock better, and I oh, so desperately need to suck a cock," she said, releasing my manhood from beneath my pants. "Ooooo, commando, bad boy." She slapped the head playfully, and then gripped the rock-hard shaft in her tiny hands. "Nice, Mikki didn't lie, you are quite a well-endowed fellow." She licked around my mushroom head as I placed my head back and closed my eyes, preparing to enjoy wherever this ride would lead, still not believing that Mikki had orchestrated such a wild fantasy for me. "And I am quite the cock-whore, John, as you and your girlfriend are about to find out." With that, my entire seven inches disappeared into Cindy's hot, wet throat, and she slurped and gobbled and spit on my long dick, like the cock-deprived slut that she was.

Cindy came up for air for just a second, leering at me, strands of drool and pre-cum dangling off of the corners of her pink lips, hanging down her chin.

"But the really big surprise, Johnnie boy, is that Mikki wants to see first-hand if she can really fit this big, fat cock of yours into her asshole, so I'm gonna prep you to show her how its done." She stroked my shaft furiously with a vice-like grip of her one hand, while massaging that ultra-sensitive spot beneath my scrotum and above my anus with the other. "You won't mind fucking my tight little asshole for your girlfriends' viewing pleasure, will ya, darling?" Cindy teased in an exaggerated southern-belle drawl. "It's all in the spirit of continuing education."

At this point, I decided that if Mikki wanted a show, then she was going to get a show. With one hand, I picked up the camcorder and zoomed in for a close-up on Cindy's expert deep-throating techniques, while with the other, I grabbed the back of her head forcefully and face-fucked her. hard. I spoke into the tiny microphone to Mikki, "This is how you suck cock, baby, not that lollipop-licking excuse you call a blowjob. This is a slut who loves her cock, who knows how to please her man." Cindy gurgled her excitement, my words obviously serving the intended purpose to spur her on. "She's getting my dick so fucking hard so I can fill her asshole, honey."

I maneuvered Cindy's head back and forth on my impossibly rigid member until I was at the pint of explosion, and then swiftly picked up Cindy's lithe frame and carried her to the conference table, the one that I had fucked Mikki on countless times before. Cindy's legs wrapped around my waist as i put the recorded won on the table top, spinning Cindy's legs towards the lens and pushing her dress up to her belly button and violently ripped the purple thong covering Cindy's dripping snatch and plunged deeply into her with one motion. She came instantly, her howls of ecstasy reverberating through the tiny room. 

I continued my narrative for Mikki's sake as I plunged mercilessly in and out of Cindy's sopping cunt, her juices dripping down into her as crack and onto the table, forming a small puddle beneath her, as she splashed up and down on her own puddled cum. As I continued to fuck Cindy with all my strength, I pulled open the walls of her anal opening and turned her ass right into the eye of the camera lens.

"See that, baby? See that juice in her ass? That's natural lube, honey, all natural, as wet as you always get when I'm fucking your own tight little cunt. Watch how easy I slide into her tight little ass, baby, just as I'm gonna do to you right after we watch this tape together." I slid just the very tip of my throbbing cock into Cindy's sphincter, still holding her legs open lewdly for the camera to capture the close-up anal assault of my cock entering her puckered hole. 

Cindy growled in impromptu bliss, "Yeah, you fucker, fuck my ass with that big cock, give it to me, show your timid little girlfriend how to fuck a slut's ass."

The camera was all but forgotten for the next ten minutes as I relentlessly pounded Cindy's tunnel, the sounds of hard, rough sex echoing into the speaker, and culminating in six, seven, eight loads of hot seed shooting deep into Cindy's bowels, each one accompanied by a wailing shriek of orgasmic delight from Cindy. 

I hopped off of Cindy while still keeping her legs spread high in the air and again grabbed the camera to capture the white, hot sticky flow of semen dripping from Cindy's hole and onto her thighs and cunt, pooling on the tabletop in a odiferous nectar of our cum.

Before turning the camera to the off position, I leaned over to run my lips around Cindy's still-pulsing crack, rimming her, and then kissing the lens of the camera, smearing it with cum. "That's what awaits you, Mikki, dear. Thank you for sharing this deal with your friend here."

Cindy lay panting on the table, her legs still spread wide, rubbing her fingers over her clit, her pink, swollen labia glistening in cum. She glanced at the clock on the wall.

"We still have forty-five minutes or so until Mikki gets back. Let's wash up. Do you know we have a shower here?"

"And, I have a blowjob to finish. This one is just for you and me, John."

*

Thanks, Mikki, darlin', for having the imagination and love to share me with your buddy. Our love life has never been more exciting, and I can't wait to reciprocate and share you with another man. Or three, like you've told me you desire. But, I'm the only one who will get your ass.

xo



Closing The Deal



"Congratulations Mr. Stern, the condo is all yours."

Lisa clapped her leather portfolio closed and smiled at her client. Her commission on this sale would be her biggest this year. When she looked up at him from across the kitchen table, she was beaming and she knew it, but she couldn't stop.

"Lisa," he said, rolling her name off his tongue slowly in his deep, southern drawl. "You can call me Wes. No one I know calls me Mr. Stern."

"Alright then...Wes," she said, almost giggling when she did. Her cheeks dimpled as she tried to stifle her smile. Under her fingertips, she thought she could feel the signed paperwork throbbing inside the leather folder. Folding her hands together on top of her prize, she fixed a more demure smile on her face before turning back to her client. She was certain that if she didn't get away from this damn folder, he would see dollar signs where her pupils should have been and that would ruin the whole deal, done in by cartoonish, open-faced greed.

Standing up and smoothing down the front of her already immaculate suit with a perfectly manicured hand, Lisa said "We should drink to celebrate."

Lisa was at the other end of the table, safely away from her folder and the growing urge to ogle the numbers on the pieces of paper inside it, when it occurred to her how a beeline to the liquor cabinet might look following the close of a sale. When she turned back around to check her client's reaction, he was looking away, slightly embarrassed.

"I mean," she fumbled, knocked off her stride without a sale to pitch. "If it's alright with...the homeowner, that is."

"It is," Wes said, straightening.

"Great," she said. "I hope you don't think I was being presumptuous, but I picked up a bottle to break open back at the office."

Lisa walked to the closet near the entryway where they'd hung their coats and reached behind hers to pull out a bottle of wine. This time, when she looked back in Wes's direction, it was through the veil of her own hair, falling forward over her face as she reached into the back of the closet. This time, she caught him taking a look at her ass.

When she caught his smile, she moved a little more slowly, and continued to reach around for a few moments after finding the bottle tucked in the corner. He had a nice smile, but it was the sudden hunter's gleam in his eyes that took over when he thought she wasn't looking that made her twist her hips and sway a little, just so she could see a little more of it. She whipped her hair away from her neck when she turned back to him so he wouldn't notice her watching him looking and when her eyes found his, they again had the polite look of a satisfied customer.

"Found it," she said, holding up the bottle as proof.

"I'll get a wine key."

He disappeared into the kitchen and Lisa heard the rattle of flatware as she set the bottle down and took two wine glasses down from the display cabinet. Bringing the glasses to Wes, she noticed that he'd removed his tie, unbuttoned his collar, and rolled his sleeves up to the elbows. She set the glasses down in front of him and watched as he expertly pulled out the stopper.

"You're pretty good with that," she said and meant it. Most people she knew couldn't open a bottle of wine that easily. Granted she could have done it just as fast, if not faster, but why should she? After all, ever since he put his name on the dotted line, this house has belonged to Wes and she was his guest, not his realtor.

"I was a bartender in college," he said, sounding a little apologetic.

"Really?"

"What, I don't look the type?"

Lisa didn't say "no", but her face did. The man standing in front of her looked good on paper, his finances and tax records told the story of a young star on the rise. However, that usually didn't translate into much of a personality in real life. Lisa lived her life surrounded by the young and the ambitious and the one thing they had in common was that, outside of their careers, they tended to be hugely uninteresting. Since working downtown, Lisa sat through more stories centered on jobs secured by relatives than she cared to count.

"I used to dance in college," she finally said, sounding a little apologetic.

"Dance as in..."

"Yes," she said. "What, I don't look the type?"

Lisa enjoyed the conflict on his face as Wes struggled with which side of the yes/no equation was appropriate. She poured two glasses of wine as he finally gave up on actually answering the question and simply looked her up and down a few times, unashamedly undressing her with his eyes. This time his smile matched his eyes when he admired her curves, packed tightly into a modest suit.

"To...different circumstances," Wes finally said.

It was a strange toast, but charmingly clever and Lisa returned it.

The wine was good; their glasses only half-filled when Wes finally asked what made Lisa quit dancing.

"I graduated. It was just a way to pay for school."

"Sounds like me and bartending."

"What made you pick bartending anyway? You don't..."

"I really don't look the type?"

"No, not really."

It was true and he had to have known it. Even with his collar undone and his sleeves rolled up, he looked like a born accountant. Not unattractive, but kind of like Clark Kent when he wasn't Superman. There was a sort of 'everyday' look to him that most office workers had. Still, aside from looking dull at twenty paces out, Wes wasn't a bad-looking guy.

"I hate to admit it, but it seemed easy and I thought it would be fun forever."

"Wow."

"In my defense, I was twenty-one."

The two of them laughed and it was genuine, each of them forgetting about the other for a moment.

"I bet you were good at it."

"I was...pretty good anyway."

Wes refilled their glasses. When had she finished hers? Was it before they laughed or after? She knew she wasn't drunk, but time really did seem to be getting away from them. Outside, evening purpled into night and the first pinpricks of stars winked down between the clouds.

"I hope you don't mind," Wes said as he stepped out of his shoes, "But I've been standing all day."

"Oh, I completely understand. Just look at these things." Turning to one side and raising her heel, Lisa showed Wes her shoes, Italian stilettos that, despite the wonderful things they were doing to her legs, had to be absolutely agonizing to wear.

"Go ahead and take them off."

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not, make yourself at home."

"Thanks, these things are murder."

Lisa removed her shoes, slipping them off carefully to avoid stretching the expensive leather, and placed them together in front of the sofa. Walking back through the living room to the kitchen, the thick nap of the plush rug that dominated the room caressed her feet and Lisa made a mental note to have her clients walk barefoot across the carpet the next time she was showing a location.

In the kitchen, Wes had removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt to the point where she could see the crease of his chest above the collar of his undershirt. His cuffs were rolled tightly above his elbows and, on his left forearm; Lisa could see the faded blue of an old tattoo. She tried to make out the general shape of it, but the soft slap of her bare feet against the kitchen floor brought his attention back to her and he brought his arm to his side, ink-side in.

"Can I be the first one to tell you that you have a lovely home," Lisa said, taking her wine glass, filled just above half-way. This time, she downed more of the glass in one sip than she had when Wes first poured them. It wasn't a gulp, but it didn't fit the semi-formal, sales professional image that she tried so hard to cultivate with every client. At a business lunch, Lisa could finish a glass of wine before the check came without leaving even the faintest lipstick smear. This time, a maroon crescent marked the place where her lips touched the glass.

"Thank you, I had a good realtor."

"That's what you better say."

They laughed and each took another drink. Lisa noticed that Wes wasn't exactly sipping at his glass either. In fact, if not for the way he held the delicate glass, the stem nested against the flat tip of each thick finger, Lisa could have easily imagined him swigging at a beer can in the same way.

There was something Neanderthal about Wes now that Lisa took a good, long look at him. A brutish, quiet swagger that he concealed with practiced ease, but which Lisa could now see had always been there. Lisa wondered how many times over the past few weeks Wes had looked at her with the eyes of his true self. Then she wondered how many times she had.

Leaning against his new kitchen sink, Wes stretched his shirt against his chest enough for Lisa to make out the faint rises and falls of his physique. She looked over the rim of her glass and sipped while imagining the sharp cuts of his chest muscles and the ripple of his stomach. After all, he'd helped himself to a view of her ass while she was reaching into the closet. Letting her eyes drop lower, she could just make out a gentle curve to the front of his slacks. Just under his belt buckle, she imagined what might be coiled behind his fly.

"Do you work out?" The wine asked the question, but Lisa still wanted to know the answer.

"A little," Wes said, his chest muscles giving off a faint ripple as the compliment struck.

Lisa set her wine glass, now empty, down before walking around the huge island in the middle of the kitchen to the other side where Wes was, still leaning against his sink and the outline of his body still drawn out in faint relief across the front of his shirt. Lisa asked herself if the wine was still in control, or if she was the one with her hand on the wheel, but by the time she got to Wes she didn't care.

As she prepared to lean back against the countertop, Wes leaned forward and pulled her towards him by the waist. They were close enough to kiss, and Lisa was about to, when she could feel something hot against her palm. Closing her hand gently on the stiffening mound in Wes' pants, her eyes widened in surprise. His movement was too sudden, he surprised her into it. Then, his mouth closed over hers and she forgot all about her embarrassment.

His hands went to her face and hers went around to the small of his back, one more reluctantly than the other. She was lost in him, the feel of his taut body under her hands, the taste of him in her mouth, the smell of him filling her head, the burn of his cock in the palm of her hand and her own burn which was deeper, lower, and more words than were worth the breath to make them. When she felt his hand press gently against the small of her back, she bit down on her need, surrendering only a whimper. She softened and let him crush her against him, smothering her with his kiss. She squirmed in his arms as something curled inside her, moving downward as though looking for a way out. She raked at his chest and back with her nails and kissed him like she was trying to devour him.

"Oh god...the bedroom..."

"No." 

Lisa could feel his voice thump against his chest when he said it and her knees weakened just as Wes lifted her, by the ass, onto the large kitchen countertop. She placed a hand on his shoulder and watched his face as he reached up under her skirt, hooking his thumbs into her thong before sliding it down her thighs. The sensation of damp cotton pulling away from the bare, sensitive flesh of her pussy made her bring her knees together hard enough to sting them. The slight pain made her gasp, but the sudden sensation of heat and pressure against her pussy made her reflexively hold it.

Lisa could feel the smooth skin of Wes's forehead against the back of her thighs and the softness of his hair against her calves. When she spread her legs, helped in doing so by a hand with a firm grip on each thigh, she could see his eyes as his tongue explored first the outer, then the inner folds of her pussy. His tongue slid in and out, deep along the walls and over the throbbing bud of her clit, flicking at the hood and teasing the gleaming pearl behind it. Lisa's whole body shook with the effort of not screaming as Wes licked and sucked at her pussy endlessly.

The thin trickle of honey dripping from Lisa's swollen opening steadily increased until it streaked the cabinet doors under the countertop and formed a puddle on the floor. Lisa couldn't hear the drops of her juices over the sound of Wes eating her pussy, but she could feel them. She had never been this wet before and it felt like it was never going to stop. She didn't want it to stop. Reaching between her legs, she gripped the sides of his head and pulled him towards her. His tongue stabbed at the depths of her pussy, pulling a gush of hot fluid from her that coated her ass in a single spurt.

Lisa yelped in pleasure and surprise as everything below her navel became wetness. It felt like his tongue was melting her, to the point where she wondered how much more she could take before she ran out of whatever it was he was taking from her. Her belly button felt like it was tightening and she suddenly couldn't breathe. Her eyelids fluttered and she began mouthing at the air in silent gasps before finally wheezing out a scream that built to a roar as her orgasm took hold. When she opened her eyes again, Wes was smiling down at her, wiping some of her shine from his face.

"Oh my fucking god," Lisa finally said with a little laugh, still trying to get her breathing under control. Then Wes placed his cock, tightly bound in a cream-colored latex sheath, between her legs, the tip resting against her navel, and she said it again.

"I'll go in slow," he said, nudging the head of his cock against her opening. She sighed and she felt the pressure of his entry, the stretching of her walls, and the heat of her womb. She groaned and urged him on with nods and sharp, needy gasps while digging her nails into the backs of her thighs.

When he was inside, the shape of him imbedded deep in her, she released the breath she'd been holding in an inarticulate mutter, then grabbed another and held it as Wes began to slowly churn her pussy. She rocked and swayed her hips in time with the rhythmic swirl of his hips, digging into her and making her open herself. She squirmed until he found the bottom of her pussy and she could feel the head of his cock in her back. Placing a hand against his stomach, she pushed back against him, pressing her tight opening down on his shaft until she could feel the liquid burn of it stretching her.

Wes gripped her hips in his hands and began to work her slowly. She could feel the tension in his entire body as he strained to control himself while sliding his thickening cock in and out of her sopping pussy. The heat that radiated from him as he pushed down into her core caused her entire body to burn. Her clothes stuck to her and she wanted to tell him to rip them off. She could feel the thin elastic band in her thong digging into her legs and she wanted to tear it free so she could spread her legs open and take in as much of Wes as she could. All of this came out in a series of grunts and moans that began as her orgasm, but ended as his.

Lisa sat up on her elbows with her sweaty ass stuck to the countertop, her yellow thong strung painfully between her knees, and Wes, thick and throbbing somewhere behind her navel. When she looked up into his face, there was a thin line of sweat along his hairline and a streak of it had run along his cheek to fall somewhere, probably on her during their lovemaking. The thought of it striking her naked skin while he fucked her made her pussy twitch. Wes felt the movement and groaned against the side of her neck while the both of them waited for the sensation to go away and leave them with each other.

When he pulled away, he was gentle and she didn't feel used afterward the way some men had made her feel in the past, like they were returning to pick up something they'd left behind. When he removed his condom, his cock was coated in a silvery layer of his own cum and the condom itself was heavy with the rest of it. As she watched him toss it in a trash can under the sink, she wondered what it would have felt like to have had all that erupt inside her, another urge she couldn't remember experiencing before.

"Congratulations," she said when he stood to face her. "You have officially christened your new place." Sliding forward off the edge of the countertop, she pulled her thong back in place and slid her skirt back down over her thighs. Wes had fastened his fly, but left his belt unbuckled. It looked strangely erotic the more Lisa looked at it.

"Well," Wes said. "I don't think its official unless you spend the night."

Leaning forward and gripping one end of his belt, Lisa leaned her head into a kiss as she pulled the belt through all the loops on his slacks, then let it clatter to the floor.

"Do you remember where the bedroom is?"

"Yes," he said. "But let me follow you there anyway."