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Merger

By: Selbryth



I don't know what it was about Amy—probably just how terribly cute she was—but she was the first girl I ever enjoyed analingus with. Or more correctly, the first one whose ass-hole I really wanted to lick. It's probably because her fanny is sooo cute and shapely, but I've slept with lots of other women before and though my tongue has swiped over the bung-holes on occasion, I'd never up to then gotten so into it that I'd gone on for hours.

Amy=cute, Amy equals cute. A cute woman. Small, athletic, flat chest, cute legs, cute pixie face, and of course...that ass. A heart-shaped thing of beauty. Even before we got naked, there was nothing her swimsuit hid. That ass! Those cheeks!

Then things happened and we had our first kiss, first fondle, then swimsuit straps coming down, and bare boobs being touched and squeezed, and then pressing them together and mooshing them up and down and pushing and rubbing and nipples all hard and sticking out. We were still a little salty from the ocean, but that just made things smooth and silky and wonderful! Then we squirmed out of our suits completely and were a tangle of arms and legs and I was sucking those cute, hard little nipples of Amy's and she was laying back all stretched out and tense, squirming and undulating and making all these wonderful little yummy sounds, and then, like normal for me, I got the upper hand, got her clenched thighs open and muff-dove her.

I couldn't decide which was more of a turn-on; tasting her luscious pussy juices or hearing her moan and gasp and sigh! She was one of those ladies who, when you finally get started on their pussy, just go into another world all their own. And that's fine for me, because I have my own world—my own domain; their entire squirming body!

So I ate her. I kept eating her. Her melt was just oozing out, running down between her buns, and I just went on licking and slurping, sucking on that pussy dew, and smearing my lips all over and through those incredibly swollen labia of hers. Her clit was like a little finger sticking up against my tongue-tip, and then I pushed her legs up more, and she grabbed her knees and pulled them to her chest. Her pelvis rolled and now the angle of her pussy was right up at me. I started to tongue-fuck her like crazy—great, thick strings of pussy-goo connecting my face to her cunt—and for a long while there, maybe half an hour, there was only the sound of her moaning and catching her breath, and that wet, sticky sound of my tongue plunging into that sopping wet hole of hers.

Then my jaw was getting a little tired, so I introduced my middle finger, and then my index. I started to really finger her deep and slow, bending my fingers inside her to massage the forward portion of her pussy, and her orgasms seemed to just explode and melt all together. I watched as her cute legs straightened out into the air, feet and toes pointed, legs spreading into a V, and her entire body wracked with shuddering spasms of pleasure. And while I sat back with my hand still plunging and working hard, I took a slow, careful look at her.

Amy had no idea she was under such close inspection because she was completely in orgasm-land, but I looked. I looked at everything she had, and each part, every pore of her, made me smile. So cute. Some girls are "beautiful" like fashion models, some are "pretty" with no makeup or jewelry and in a natural way, and some girls are "cute" like...a pixie or elf or something. Amy was cute—all over: cute body, cute face and hair and neck and shoulders and arms and hands and legs. Her feet were so cute they're the kind that just makes you want to grab them and kiss them, and the same for her calves and thighs. Everything with a cute quotient of 100! But as I was spacing out on her cuteness, the third finger of the hand I was using to pleasure the girl, the ring finger, accidentally brushed and squished down her crack and touched her bung-hole. It was just a little touch, but the feeling of it was so wet and juicy and well, cute, that I pressed that fingertip against the pucker again and found that it was more than slick enough for penetration. I mean after all, the girl was like a fountain of pussy goo! I pushed and felt the ring quiver, heard Amy gasp a little louder, and then, for some reason I can't really explain, I got completely "hot" for her ass. I was still plunging away with my other fingers, but now this other hole of hers seemed to 'call out' to me, and a moment later, I'd removed my fingers from her cunt, turned her over onto her front, parted her absolutely adorable buns with greedy fingers, and pushed my tongue against that same quivering pucker.

Amy grunted into the pillows. Her butt lifted up at me, and that was all I needed.

For the next twenty or thirty minutes I tongued that wonderful pucker of hers. I hardly even stopped to take a breath. Her ass-hole was hot and slick and tender, but it was the fact that she was still orgasming from having this hole tended to that really kept me going.

That and the taste. There was no gross stuff there; just that dull taste against my tongue and the still fresh oozings that had come straight out of her cunt. Like I said, we'd both been swimming and wading, but that wonderful pussy ocean fragrance was just everywhere and totally overwhelming the scent of the ocean! I licked and poked, poked and licked, and Amy just went right on undulating and squirming in orgasm, her cute knees bending and making her cute legs stick up at the ceiling.

An hour went by. I couldn't stop myself. Amy was reduced to a panting, almost motionless blob on the sheets, with an occasional twitch or jerk that showed me the pleasure was still coursing around inside her. She was making babbling sounds and I could hear that she really needed to blow her nose because there was a wet snuffling sound each time she breathed. Without checking I knew the pillow was also probably wet with all the saliva which must've escaped her slackly open mouth.

I have that affect on women sometimes!

Finally I stopped when the little left-over orgasms seemed to fade from her and she was left still and most likely asleep. I carefully sat back so as to not wake her, and simply gazed down upon the sight of a completely satisfied woman.

And a cute at that!

Still there was nothing unattractive about her at all, from the nape of her neck to her heels. Every shape and contour only made me want to pounce and lick and taste, but I let her sleep. Poor thing had been tongue-lashed for (I looked over at the clock) three hours and forty-five minutes! I sometimes wish that some lady would take me like that—like my first time—but...being in control had its rewards. And one of them I proceeded to enjoy starting right then.

When I finished masturbating over the sleeping Amy, I felt about as wasted as she looked! An hour straight of rubbing and diddling and looking; looking at every part of Amy's total cuteness. I had orgasms looking at her shoulders, the line of her jaw, the arch and curve of her back, her ass (of course!), her legs and ankles and feet. There was one point where she turned halfway on her side, so I went on fingering myself while looking at her boobs and nipples and collarbones and belly-button—everything not only cute, but sexy in my book! I was tempted to sit on her foot and ride my cunt on her toe as I'd done with some other girls in the past, but she just looked so angelic and peaceful, I didn't dare molest her. When I was done and couldn't go anymore, I cuddled up behind her on my side, pulled the covers up over both of us and passed out. When I woke up though, I was treated to a sight I just could not resist.

In the night, Amy had turned more on her side, her right side, facing away from me. And when she'd done that, her left leg had moved up with her knee bent further and her foot touching the opposite knee—like a figure "4" in a way. A cute pose in anyone's book. But that left her ass—that incredible set of buns—arched and more or less spread open. I sat up, saw her, saw that wonderful, inadvertent display, and instantly went wild. I couldn't help myself! In seconds that sexy little crack of hers was totally dripping with my saliva, and it was running down the lower cheek and I was licking and tasting and then—poking—that hole of hers again. Had she been a guy it wouldn't have mattered as in fact I was pretty much ignoring her equally wonderful (and available) pussy. I knew it was there, but decided I'd get back to it in lieu of this other tempting fruit!

Amy woke up with a gasp, and then her body shivered and she groaned "...oh...my....GAW—" and she came—hard. Instantly she rolled her knees under her and lifted that glorious butt up to the mouth and the plunging tongue that stuck so stiffly from it, and I took her hips with both hands and started to really give it to her. In return Amy started slamming herself back and forth against me, wanting to take more of my tongue up her rear, and I obliged as well as I could. Finally I replaced my tongue with my fingers when it was apparent that she wanted more, and after a few strokes, I inserted my ring and pinking into her cunt and fucked her that way until that cute, thrusting butt of hers finally sank back down to the bed in complete exhaustion half an hour later.

A cute girl, but incredibly uninhibited and intense!

We lay together afterwards, me gently slipping my four fingers out of her two holes, and her just trying to catch her breath, but I knew she wouldn't simply pass out again and allow me the privilege of masturbating again. I decided to let her call some of the shots.

"...no one's ever done that to me before," she finally breathed. "Not like that. Not there. You're just so incredible!" I smiled and fought the urge to nod. I knew I actually was wonderful, but her ass-hole was the thing that was actually making this all happen. Secretly, I thanked her wonderful, sensitive, sensual ass-hole!

"Well," I finally admitted, "I've never actually done that to anyone before. Came close, so to speak, but your cute little poop-hole is this raging inferno or something...." Amy stretched like a cat right where she was, smiling and seeming really pleased. She nestled herself back against me, and the feeling of her warm, smooth body squirming against me got me right to the ragged edge. I secretly moved a hand down to my pussy and started touching my clit. It was so hard it was pathetic, but I got a little shiver and then an aching feeling, and I was just starting to blank out slightly and enjoy the feeling of this girl's skin against me and her scent, when there was a quick movement on the bed. When I focused again, all I could see were thighs and uplifted calves because Amy had turned completely around and now had her face between my legs. The moment after that a hot, liquid tongue slid up through my overworked, overheated pussy lips, found my clit and sent me straight off into cum-heaven!

Two hours. That girl licked my snatch for two hours! She didn't even finger me or anything else—just that tongue of hers going up and down and back and forth. It felt like my whole body had turned into a clit—just one long, throbbing pink thing sticking out into the air like a cock or something! And she did that thing where it was just the very tip of her tongue against the very tip of my clit—the end of it—and she'd just wiggle her tongue and make me grunt so loud it was embarrassing! I felt weak and out of control and it was wonderful! After that, after things calmed down a little bit and I stopped babbling like an idiot, she climbed on top of me and rested her weight on me. She felt like a warm, fleshy, silky blanket on top of me. I opened my eyes and looked at her and she was all smiles. A devilish smile at that.

"...serves you right!" she hissed impishly. "All that stuff you did to me last night—payback's a bitch, and I'm the bitch!"

She was so god-damned adorable!

And cute.

I brought my legs out and got them around her and just hugged her to pieces. I wanted to squish her until her whole body was inside mine all safe and secure and warm and cozy. She hugged me back, but then, just like that, she gave me a pussy-bump with her crotch and I saw stars exploding overhead. I was going to curse or think of something clever to say, but it felt so wonderful my mouth just hung open. Then she did it again and my pelvis seemed to move on its own and adjust to the angle. My thighs spread wider until there was absolutely nothing in the way, and the next time Amy bumped me, her firm crotch rubbed right against my clit. I came. I came so hard I blanked out, but then, just like that, she got quickly off me, turned me over onto my front, climbed back onboard and started doing the same thing, except between my buns now!

I only wished she had a dick is all I can say! I was thinking it too. If she'd suddenly turned out to be a transsexual or something, I would've just yelled back at her to get some KY and do it to me—anally. Or even "cuntally!" I didn't care at that point. I mean, sometimes you just reach a point where you don't want anything "gentle and nurturing and caressing;" you just want to be fucked, and fucked as hard and aggressively as possible. That's where I was right then—in need of a good humping!

Then, just like that, this darling, cute woman jumps out of bed, runs into my bathroom and comes out with one of the hotel robes on. She tells me she'll be right back and then leaves! I couldn't believe it! But ten minutes later there's a knock on the door (she'd gotten locked out obviously because we'd only met the day before on the beach and this was originally my room), and I dragged myself out of bed, padded over to the door and opened it. She came swooping in, bathrobe and bare feet, and then took my hand and led me back to bed. She pushed me down flat on my face, and then there was the sound of the robe fluttering to the floor, the bed moving, and then the slick feeling of lotion or something being rubbed into my crack. I started to turn to look but got warned off.

"No!" she laughed. "You just lay there. Close your eyes and wait!" I did as the cute little tyrant commanded, and then I felt something firm and blunt-ended and really thick, start to push against my ass-hole. I took a breath, held it, then breathed out and focused on my sphincter to make it relax. It spread a little, and I did the whole thing again. And as I was doing this that shaft just crept inward and then a little more and more, and then Amy pulled it back and started to push in again. This time there was way less resistance, and in a few moments, the thickest part had passed into me.

Then she started to fuck me. I could feel that the dildo was attached to her crotch because of the way it was ramming me and the way her body was moving, and it was simply heavenly! She stopped a couple of times to apply more lubricant, then slid it in and just went on with it. My bung-hole stretched and dilated, and pretty soon it was just a warm, wonderful, comforting anal massage more than anything. But there were twitches and twinges of pleasure, and those seemed to vibrate right into the immediate area, and that of course, was my cunt.

I came. I'd never come from anal insertion or touch before. I'd done it to myself lots of times—times when I was alone and just needed something to break the funk I'd get into sometimes—something really radical and over the limit—but having it done to me was different! A while after that I started to get my knees up under me and Amy adjusted her movements, and then I was on all fours like a bitch in heat, getting my ass reamed by another bitch in heat.

Wow.

Amy screwed my ass until I could barely keep pushing back against her, then eased out, danced off the bed (athletic, remember?), and dashed into the bathroom. I heard the faucet going, and then she was back, drying her freshly washed dildo with a hand towel. Then she was on the bed again, turning me completely over (I was on my side, watching her trip to the bathroom), spreading my legs, and then laying down over me. She got the dildo in my cunt this time, and when she started fucking me, I felt this incredible surge of love just explode all through me; the kind of love where it's Where the hell have you been all my life, girl? It was the classic face-to-face missionary fuck, and I loved it. She was so willful, so strong and urgent, and as she fucked me she was just smiling down, watching my face for signs of the next orgasm. When I'd come and then return to the world, I'd open my eyes and see this really happy grin on her face, and this twinkle in her eyes. Then she'd ram me even more forcefully and watch the buildup in my expression again.

What an imp!

When it was finally over and she'd reduced me to a lump of oatmeal on the bed, she pulled gently out of me and rolled to the side. I raised my head as best I could and got a look at the thing that had been plowing my fields for such a long time. It was huge. In comparison to Amy's cute little body, it looked funny almost, but I couldn't laugh because it somehow made her look even cuter than ever. She got the thing unstrapped and then came and lay against me with one leg over my front. I reached out and hugged her against me and she hugged me back and then we kissed again. I think it was the sweetest kiss I'd had in a long time because we'd both just gotten our brains fucked and licked and sucked out, so there was this "afterglowy" sort of contentment filling us and the whole room—and the whole world for all I knew. I felt and relished the warmth of her body against mine, the tickle of her hair against my shoulder, her arm across my chest and her knee near my pussy; just the whole, entire thing.

"...you're such a woman when you make love," I sighed. "But...you're also such a tomboy!" I heard her giggle and looked over to see her smiling and nodding.

"I guess you just bring out the worst in me, huh?" she whispered, and then she nestled her face against me and seemed to fall asleep. I closed my eyes and followed suite.

When I slept, I dreamed, and it was about her. In the dream I couldn't tell if it was a memory or a fantasy, but it didn't matter. I saw a pretty face bobbing in the waves, and the sun was glaring so I put my sunglasses on. I shaded my eyes with a hand. Pretty shoulders. Pale skin. Face that should've been on the cover of Cute magazine or something. Then she was coming out of the water and more of her showed. Pretty shoulders, flat chest, narrow waist, but not long or tall proportions. She was 5' 4" at the very most and shaped like some gymnast's dream. Then more of her, and more. She waded through the foam of the pounding surf, her smile almost as blinding as the sunlight behind her, her wet hair dangling in strands which made her soft, feminine curves more enticing.

She introduced herself and I steadied my eyes into hers because I didn't want her to think I was checking her out—even though I'd already done a cursory examination! Even in peripheral vision though, I could see she was adorably built. Then she turned sideways to me, asking if I minded if she joined me on my stroll, which I had been taking. I shook my head and then this marvelous little woman was walking calmly beside me. I glanced at her chest; it was deliciously flat. I could see her nipples through her suit and loved how hard they were. I glanced away, then back when she said something about lunch. 

A cute tummy. Firm, flat, but with that womanly bulge. Her hips were bare because of the cut of her suite; that whole section of her, from hip to foot, bare and completely open to inspection.

Inspection passed. Her skin was like ivory, but with a faint golden tinge to it. She had the kind of thighs you just want to sink your teeth into! But we simply strolled on.


Merger



"So, while you're going off to play pauper, Tate, what the hell am I supposed to do? Jenna Reagan will know who I am and will want to know where you are. You're the CEO, I'm the Executive VP of Marketing and Advertising. I'm not equipped to deal with a corporate take-over, Bro." Cade McCord did nothing to hide the fear in his voice.

Tate McCord chuckled into his phone, "Cade, you are more than well equipped to handle Jenna Reagan."

Cade pulled his phone from his ear, stared at it for a moment, placed it back to his ear. "What the fuck wigged you out anyway? We're supposed to be partners. McCord Brothers Investments last time I checked." When he got no response, he pulled the phone once more from his ear, hit it, shook it, put it back to his ear, "Bro?"

"I'm here. I wigged out on you because Karyn informed me my best assets were my money and my cock. In that order. And while I was planning a life with her- with who she was pretending to be, who I thought she was at least- she was loving my money and the sex and playing along. I need to take some time off from being Tate McCord, and just be a man. See what kind of woman I attract when I'm just a man."

"Uh. Bro. What do I do about Jenna and her take-over scheme while you're off finding a woman who loves you and your cock?" He laughed at that one. This situation was just plain stupid. "Besides, don't you think whatever woman falls for Adam Tate might be a little upset she's not getting the whole story up front? I mean, you fall for a guy, he seems great, then you find out he's really this other guy and you were an experiment. Seems like a disaster waiting to happen."

"You really think a woman's going to be upset to find out the guy she's fallen for is a millionaire?"

"With a different name, and a high-powered career that makes him travel all over the world? Oh, yeah, and he kept the whole thing from you? I do. Tate, this is going to blow up in your face. Come back here and deal with this take-over. I should be looking at photographs and copy for brochures for the newest McCord Resort and Casino, not meeting with people who want to buy us out." 

Tate paused for a moment. "Whoa, Cade, you called me by name. Look, it's not that hard. Don't let her take over. At least, don't let her take over unless she offers ungodly amounts of money and promises not to lay anyone off. Then you can think about. Oh, and Cade?"

"Bro?"

"She's gorgeous."

"Great. So, you're going to be off finding yourself and I have to fight off a gorgeous woman who wants our company who I can't touch. That's perfect."

"I didn't say you can't touch her. I said she can't have our company."

"So, how do you plan to pull off this whole Prince and the pauper thing anyway? It's not like you haven't been all over the papers."

"I'm thinking of heading to small-town USA and writing a book. Someplace I'm not likely to be recognized. Don't worry, you can still get to me. Remember, I'll be Mr. Adam Tate."

"How the hell could I forget? Tate, I think you're crazy. But you do what you think is best. You always have."

Tate McCord closed his phone, slipped it into his pocket and sighed. He had told his brother the truth, he had felt like a hunted man ever since his and Cade's company had become an international hit and made them millionaires. One would think that would have made him happy, and it did. Most of the time. He also knew that every year in the beginning of May, Jenna Reagan waltzed into his office proposing a take-over when what she really wanted was a merger of sorts. She hadn't proposed it, but he wasn't blind. He just wasn't interested. As beautiful as she was, something was missing. He wondered how she'd react when she sashayed her nice little ass into his office and found Cade there Friday morning. He wondered how Cade would react.

~*~

Jenna Reagan dressed for the day choosing an ivory skirt suit that clung to her curves and contrasted with her tan skin. As she did for the last three years, she went in knowing she would get turned down, but she was anticipating the fight nonetheless. Tate McCord was a master at the art of negotiation and the man was fabulous to look at. She made it a point to do this only once a year, otherwise she was sure she could become addicted to sitting in his office in wet panties with hard nipples pretending to want his company when what she really wanted was him.

"Mr. McCord. Ms. Reagan is here to see you." Tate's long-time Executive Assistant Emily buzzed Cade. "Send her in," he answered and turned to face the floor to ceiling windows in Tate's office.

Jenna walked into Tate's office as she did every May and looked to see him facing the windows behind the desk. He seemed taller than last she saw him, broader too. His black hair a little longer, touching the collar of his charcoal gray suit. Hadn't she just seen him at a charity ball less than a week ago? "Tate?"

Cade turned around and her knees nearly gave out. She thought Tate McCord was hot, but Cade McCord was positively off the chart. Jenna had met Cade in passing once at a charity event, but hadn't seem him except to notice the resemblance between he and Tate. Now that she really looked at him, she noticed Cade was at least an inch taller than Tate's 6'2" with the same black hair, but his was longer with more wave. His eyes were a deep emerald green framed by arched brows and incredibly long black lashes, setting off a very chiseled face completed with a square jaw. Wow. Surprisingly, she was able to find her voice. "Oh, I wasn't aware Tate was out of town. Am I to assume I will be dealing with you for the duration?" Hey, that actually sounded like she ran a multi-million dollar company and her heart wasn't thumping against her chest like she was sixteen!

Cade assessed the willowy brunette standing across the room. Tate wasn't kidding when he'd said she was gorgeous. If he'd met her under different circumstances, he'd have assumed she was a swimsuit or lingerie model. 5'9" if she was an inch, she had ample curves in all the right places, eyes the color of the Mediterranean sea and chocolate brown hair that fell in waves to her waist. He felt his body respond to her. Hell, she might want his company, but he wasn't blind or dead. "Yes, Tate is out of town for an indeterminate amount of time, so you get the pleasure of dealing with me. I hope you find me satisfactory."

"I'm sure I will." Satisfactory? Was he kidding? She could already feel moisture pooling between her thighs and knew her nipples were hard as rocks. She wished she were one of those bold women who could just say, 'Look, I don't really want your company. This is a pretense, I thought I wanted your brother, but now I really just want you. Come here, strip me, take me, please just take me.' but she wasn't. So, she'd play the game.

"Okay. So, instead of sitting here and talking for ages, let's just cut to the chase, shall we? Tate tells me you come in every year and present a case that you are better equipped than we to run a multi-branched real estate company and we should sell out to you. Let's drop with the pretense though. What do you really want? For you to come in once a year, but get sent off empty handed tells me you don't really want to overtake the company. I might just be the second in command here, but I'm not an idiot. Are you really after a merger, and just waiting for Tate to suggest it? He won't, you know. I might. I think differently than he does. I don't see the harm in adding a third party to our partnership, and he's left me in charge indefinitely."

A merger? She hadn't been after a legal merger. Although, the idea did have merits and she wouldn't have to cop to her more lascivious plans. Using her business to have a weekend of no holds barred sex was a little wicked, she knew, and she'd never actually gotten up the nerve to actually ask in three years. She'd have to work closely with Cade to make everything official, so that was a big plus. "Yes. That's exactly what I've been trying to get at for the past three years. I don't know why Tate never saw it, and you did in five minutes, Cade." She caressed his name deliberately, liking the way it felt on her tongue.

She had to say his name like that. It made him wonder how it would sound falling from her lips if he were buried inside her. Dammit, he just suggested they merge their companies and he was thinking about making love to her. He shook his head to clear it and said, "I'll put a call into Legal and we'll arrange another meeting in the morning. 9:30am work for you?

She gave him what she hoped was a sexy smile and replied, "Anytime, Cade. Anytime," as she sauntered out the door.

He watched her and her delectable ass until the door closed and then he sank down into his chair. "Tate, you are a dead man." he said aloud. The man had set him up. Tate knew she wanted a merger and he didn't want to deal with it, so he had left Cade to deal with all the legal mumbo jumbo. Tate got to run off and sink his cock into any willing woman who wasn't after his money while Cade had to keep his hands off the lingerie model he had just suggested merging companies with. How the hell had this happened? 

~*~

Jenna sat in her Mercedes and laughed at herself. "You can run a multi-million dollar company on three continents, but you can't look a man in the eye and tell him you want him? You're funny, Jenna Alexis Reagan! Now, you're sitting here talking to yourself in the parking garage at his company and people are going to think you're crazy. That's good too." 

She looked around and realized there was no one around to think she was crazy, and she was so turned on from just being in Cade McCord's presence she needed some relief. Dare she do something? Making the decision, she started to move against the seat, causing the sweet friction she needed. Before long, she had her skirt hiked up and her hand beneath her silk panties, rubbing against her clit, thinking of Cade and wishing he were the one doing the rubbing. That did it. She broke, calling his name as she did. Opening her eyes, she looked around, hoping to God no one saw her. Pulling herself together, she headed towards home. 

On the drive she contemplated the last three years and this harebrained idea she'd had to propose a wicked tryst with Tate McCord. It was hard finding a man who respected a woman who was intelligent, attractive and rich. She didn't want to be anyone's arm candy or anyone's sugar momma, so she ended up alone. A lot. She had found Tate attractive, and she knew he wouldn't be after her money as he had his own, but he had never driven her to public masturbation like his brother just did. She let that rattle in her brain for a while. She had a meeting with the delicious Cade McCord in the morning, and she would see just where this merger led. Maybe there was some value to this deal. She had never actually proposed anything to Tate, but she wanted Cade with a vengeance. Now she had to figure out how to have him. 

~*~

Dressing that morning, Jenna felt positively sinful. Maybe it was the orgasm she'd had just thinking about the man and touching herself, but she felt ready to play hardball. She slid on a silk thong in black lace, thigh-high stockings, and a black silk lace strapless bra. Then, her black linen skirt that stopped above her knee, but was short enough to show the lace top of her stockings when she crossed her legs, and the matching jacket that covered everything unless she bent over- then it gaped and showed her bra. A bra that barely covered her double D's. On her feet were simple black pumps, but the heels were high, not a problem when the man you were going to see was 6'3". She was dressed to kill, and she knew it.

~*~

"I met with Legal this morning from seven until right before you got here, and I find a merger might be a little premature. We would have a very long waiting period to join two companies as vast as ours due to the anti-monopoly laws both here in the States and in the European Union."

"I thought of that last night myself. Reagan International is worth $164 million in real estate alone, not to mention the revenue from the resort facilities. If we were to merge with McCord Brothers, we would be tied up with the monopolies board for ages." She paused to slide a sheaf of papers across the desk.

The small movement caused the seemingly professional jacket to gape open to give him an almost unfettered view of her plump breasts barely covered by black lace. There was no way she didn't know what she doing. He clenched his jaw and willed himself to act like he was second in command in a multi-national, billion-dollar corporation.

"So, what do you suggest, Jenna?"

She leaned back in her leather chair and crossed her legs, revealing the barest hint of the lacy top of her thigh high black stockings. She was going to kill him. He swallowed and soldiered on.

"Jenna?" he prompted again.

"I suggest a partnership between McCord and Reagan."

"I'm listening." Suffering, but listening. And, don't ask me to stand up. 

"Well, our resorts are not in direct competition with each other as we have stayed in different towns or different parts of cities if we could help it. Tate and I have always been friends, and had an unspoken agreement that we wouldn't directly compete if we could help it, and that has been mutually agreeable." She broke off when he nodded in agreement, then rushed on. "And you have casinos while we do not. I think we should entertain the idea of a system by which our members can also become members with you as well, trading weeks as necessary to go where they'd like. I'm also thinking of adding a cruise line and those would be included as well."

"So you're thinking resorts, casinos, timeshares, cruise lines and something along the line of Wyndam or RCI?"

"Yes, but special. Travel packages. Winery vacations, Spa weeks, something amazing. I think this could work, but we'd need that WOW factor. That amazing marketing, the advertising that makes it pop. I have a graduate degree in hospitality, I can make anything work, but I can't sell it... You, you can sell anything."

"That's what they say."

"Don't be sheepish."

Excited as she was, she stood up and paced the room. Making several laps, she thought out loud, the papers she had slid to Cade forgotten.

"I can see this, although we could still have problems with the monopolies board. I really think this will work. Now, you're bigger, so you'd be listed first. McCord & Reagan? McCord Brothers & Reagan International. We'd need a splashy campaign showing all the facilities together and we'd have to make sure all the amenities we offer are available across the board. I really am interested in picking up a couple cruise vessels also, maybe only from Florida to the Caribbean to start. Oh, and..." her hand flew to her mouth, "I didn't even ask what you thought!" She looked at him, still sitting in his chair, his jaw clenched, "You look like you're in pain."

"I am." He answered truthfully. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, and all he could think about was stripping her down and taking her. He was most definitely in pain.

Her seductive plan of a few hours ago forgotten, Jenna shot him a puzzled look. "Why?"

"You really don't know? This isn't how you dress for all your negotiations? You don't fog your opponent's brain with so much lust he can't think straight so you get whatever you ask for without so much as lifting a finger?"

She looked down at herself, a deep blush creeping up her neck and staining her cheeks. Shaking her head, she quietly answered, "No."

"So, all this," he gestured toward her and her outfit, "was for me?"

She couldn't find her voice this time, so she merely nodded. He was out of his chair like a shot.

The kiss was carnal and needy and perfect. His mouth was on hers before she could even draw a breath, her arms wrapped around his neck, her heels high enough he only had to dip his head to claim her mouth. One hand was tangled in the mass of her hair, the other was already beneath her jacket.

"You're playing with fire, Jenna."

"I am a bit of a pyro."

He unbuttoned her jacket, palming one heavy breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb. She let out a sigh and swept her tongue into his mouth with more force. He walked her towards the wide desk, never breaking the feverish kiss except to take a shallow breath. Before she knew it, her jacket and skirt were gone and she stood before him in her bra, panties and thigh high hose. He looked at her and groaned, tucked his hands in his pockets and stepped away from her.

"No, don't stop!" she protested.

"Jenna. We just agreed to a partnership. I can't overstep. I can't."

"I don't care about any of it. I came here today for you. I would love to partner our companies. But I met you yesterday and I wanted you. Dammit, I probably committed a felony because of you."

"What?"

"You. I. Want. You."

"Baby, you can have me. Now, about this crime?"

"Public masturbation," she admitted very quietly, "in the parking garage, right after our meeting yesterday."

"Come again?"

"Just once." She winked. Then she walked over to him, took his length in her hand through his pants. "Can I have the real thing? Does the door lock in here?"

"No condoms. Haven't exactly been in need lately. And yes."

"Go lock the door. I'm covered as long as you're clean."

He went to lock the door. "Nothing to catch from me. Can we do this? Have amazing sex and partner the companies and make everything work?"

"Amazing sex? Promise?"

He closed the space between them in seconds, sliding his fingers into her panties to tease her while he took her mouth in another passionate kiss. Switching his position slightly, he slid one finger into her slick heat, causing her to cry out.

"No fair, you still have clothes on!"

"You teased me all morning, Jenna. I didn't know you were trying to seduce me because you wanted me," he said as he slid another finger into her, then both fingers in and out in a lazy rhythm, "I thought you always used your tantalizing body to get what you wanted." He continued to pump in and out of her while he released her bra, taking one nipple into his mouth, rolling the nipple between his teeth and tongue, then sucking it in gently. He let it pop out before he said, "Now I'm going to do all the things I wanted to do to you now that I know you want me to do them." He felt her get even wetter around his fingers and grinned as she climaxed around him.

"Cade!" She couldn't believe she'd already climaxed and he'd hadn't even been touching her for ten minutes! "I want to touch you. Please let me touch you."

He let her take off his jacket, dress shirt and dress pants, socks and shoes, leaving him in a thin white undershirt and boxer briefs. "Not nearly as sexy as black lacy things," he quipped.

"I'd be scared if you were in black lacy things. Lose the shirt, I want you naked."

He removed his shirt with one hand, revealing the chest and abs of a man who clearly spent time at the gym. She ran her hands up the hard planes of his chest, down the six pack abs, followed the dark trail of hair that led her where she desperately wanted to go, teasing the waistband of his briefs with her fingertips. With quick moves, she grabbed the waistband with both hands and pulled at the same time as she dropped to her knees in front of him. He let loose a very long, very wild groan when she encased his length in her mouth. She took as much of him as she could, letting the tip brush the back of her throat, reveling in the salty taste of him. He didn't let her stay down there long before pulling her upright again.

"No more teasing. I can't take anymore right now."

"Cade. Just take me. I have to have you. Need to have you." She leaned against the desk and offered herself. He needed no further invitation. With one thrust, he filled her to the hilt and she wrapped her mile long legs around his waist.




Merger



Jenna almost came again when he drove into her. She thought having Cade McCord inside her was quite possibly the best feeling on earth. Then he started to move and she amended her thought. She kissed him then, sweeping her tongue into his mouth, fisting her hands into his hair as he rhythmically drove himself into her, matching him as best she could pinned as she was against the desk. He slipped a hand between them to tease her clit and she came again then, milking his cock and causing him to lose control. He came on a near-shout, calling her name.

He had never lost control like that with a woman. Jenna Reagan was one of a kind. He'd just come, and he wanted her again. Pushing wayward thoughts out of his head, he kissed her instead. "Come home with me." He found himself saying.

The man had just given her the best sex of her life, and was still inside her. Like she could say anything but yes? "Of course I will." Unbelievably, she felt him stiffen inside her, and he began to thrust again. "Oh my God, Cade." He picked up the pace, claiming her mouth again, palming her ass to angle himself deeper and found that secret spot no one had ever found. She shattered, scraping her nails down his back, kissing him fiercely, her body shuddering and spasming like it never had before. She broke the kiss long enough to actually let loose a scream when one orgasm flowed straight into another one as he filled her again and again.

He covered her mouth with his own to muffle her scream, and incredibly came hard again. Jenna Reagan was magic. This time, he did disengage from her delectable body, otherwise, he didn't know if they would ever leave his office.

She stayed as she was, naked but for thigh high stockings, sprawled over his desk. The remnants of their wild lovemaking was clearly evident, her hair a tangled web, her lips swollen from his kisses. She looked ravished, and sexy as hell. No one would have any trouble knowing exactly what had been going on in here if they saw her. Surprisingly, Cade found he didn't really care, he'd gladly claim her as his.



Merger, Takeover



Chapter 1

Just Business

There is nothing like coming into work one day and being told that your company has just purchased another and that you are needed to be in another state the next evening for an inventory. That's the way Jack's day began in early October. Management was told to assemble a team of fellow employees for the task. Jack had no chose in the matter but some were ask to go but could not due to prior obligations, some were scheduled off but volunteered themselves for the extra money that they would be paid. Morgan was a volunteer. She was a young woman, quite attractive and needed the money. They were told of what time to be there for the inventory and then Jack decided on what time they would need to leave. They gathered the next day around 10:00AM for departure and all piled into a few cars. Jack had one guy from his department, one who was contract labor and Morgan with him. They were off.

The drive was only about two and one half hours and the inventory began at 5:00PM. The early departure left them with time to check in their hotel, eat a late lunch and arrive at their acquisition to survey any possible issues. The drive was uneventful as they all talked about what to expect with possible scenarios of the condition of the new store. 

After lunch they piled back into the cars and headed to their destination. The building was nice and clean. The department Jack was in charge of was in very good order and if the others were managed the same way, this would not take long. They got lucky with this one. Everything went as smooth as silk. Jack's team was finished with his department in a couple of hours while it took the accounting department until about 9:30. Because of their early finish they decided to get drinks from a local club that they were told of by their new business partners. The ownership told them that they would be needed to stay until the weekend to help those remaining with the company with the transition and not to stay out too late. They didn't plan on it since they thought they would be headed home the next day and were going to take this time off, but with having to stay, they figured on being in bed around midnight.

After arriving at the club, which was much smaller than expected, those who came settled into a booth near a corner. The club had a small raised dance floor with a few couples slow dancing to the music. They weren't necessarily in rhythm, but they were moving while clinging with their partners. Paying closer to the layout Jack had decided that the club was formerly a strip joint, the polls positioned on the dance floor was a dead giveaway.

The drinks they ordered came quick enough and the conversation about nothing particular began. They were undoubtedly far more relaxed with being here than they probably should have been. As Morgan and Jack ordered their second and third rounds the dance music changed from slow snuggle music to a sexy grind and the folks that were with them found a partner and took to the floor. Morgan and Jack continued to sit a share small talk. They were both married and didn't feel comfortable dancing together, especially with the affects of the alcohol taking its toll on their senses. There was no reason for tempting fate. That being said, Jack couldn't say that he didn't notice that Morgan was looking quite hot. He didn't know if it was because of where we were, the drinks or just the fact she was a woman and they were alone now in a night club, but he did know that he didn't need any more drinks.

The provocative music and alcohol began to be more than Jack cared to endure, so he decided to return to his room. It was only about 11:00 but he feared that he might say or do something that he shouldn't. The hotel was only a couple of blocks away so he decided that he should go. He got the others together and told them that he was leaving and to make sure that Morgan got back to her room safely since she was the only woman with them. The guys assured Jack they would and he told them all good night.

He wasn't drunk or anything, but the cool October night air felt good as he walked. He was definitely feeling warm back at the club. Morgan was very sexy and she knew it. The way she had dressed proved that, not that she looked like a bar tramp or anything. She knew how to show off without showing all. Jack couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He hoped that she hadn't noticed. He was just glad that they sat across from one another. If she had sat beside him, she might have seen that he had to continually reposition himself from the affects of arousal. "Hey, Dummy, we're here on business" he told himself.

He decided to take a shower to remove the smell of the bar and hopefully clear his thoughts of what a sexual encounter with Morgan could have been like. The shower definitely made him feel better but it also woke his tiring mind. Jack decided to watch a little TV but did not find anything that sparked his interest. He moved to the balcony to enjoy the night. It had been about an hour after leaving the club when he saw the others returning to the hotel. They were all there and Morgan would be safe. Morgan, the thoughts of her returned. Why? Were there that many animalistic tendencies in man that when all was said and done, sex was the ultimate goal? Jack tried to put the thoughts away by asking himself, "What would a young beautiful woman in her mid-twenties find of interest in a guy in his early forties"? The answer was nothing. But that didn't help his situation much at all. He went back to the TV and started watching Sports Center but all they were talking about was soccer. Flipping the channels again he stopped on an adult movie channel. What the hell. He could watch this. He knew it would build images in his mind of Morgan and him; it's only fantasy, right? The movie was quite lame, the plot was bad, the acting even worse, but there were some very hot scenes as could be seen from the bulge in his boxers. "Damn. What to do with this?" he thought. He decided that it was lights out. Tossing and turning for awhile, sleep finally came. 

Chapter 2

The Temptations Grow

Breakfast the next morning at the hotel was good. Jack's body felt the lack of sleep from the restless night. That third cup of coffee was finally taking hold. Morgan had come down with the others and joined Jack. Morgan plopped down beside Jack. She and Jack were always friendly with each other. They flirted back and forth but that was all. The flirtations were just a way to break the tensions of the day that arise from dealing with customers that most likely do not understand all of the services provided and constantly need the charges explained. Hearing this fifty plus times a day will practically drive someone over the brink. Composure is a must when dealing with the public. 

The ventilation in the hotel's restaurant was very good. Jack couldn't smell the greasy bacon being cooked in the kitchen. The smell of Morgan's freshly washed hair was filling his nostrils. The thoughts of the night before while at the club and later alone in his room were now flooding his mind. Why were these booths so small? Did she have to sit by him? She probably felt that she did since Jack was the only one that she knew from the company that was on this trip. The booth was so small that Jack could not help the fact that his leg was touching Morgan's far more than he was sure that she was comfortable with. It never appeared to bother her, but it had to. Maybe she understood there was no more room for him to slide over. With his last cup of coffee gone, Jack paid the bill and they left for work at this unfamiliar place. 

Things went smoothly again. The employees there were very receptive to Jack's team being there and excited about the opportunities that Jack's company offered. Lunch was uneventful as was the rest of the day. The ownership told them everything was good and they would be able to head back home the next day. They all decided to go to the club again. Jack decided that he would not drink on this night. He was sure the thoughts that he had had of a sexual rendezvous with Morgan were brought on by alcohol. 

They all met in the hotel lobby. Jack's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Morgan was dressed to kill. She wore a short black skirt, with shoes to match. The hot pink top that she wore was revealing to say the least. Jack could tell that she was going to let it all hang out. He tried to talk himself out of going, and told the others he had changed his mind. They all called him a puss, including Morgan, and that he was just an old fart. He could deal with the Geritol and Centrum Silver comments, but being called a puss was mean. He thought that was definitely too old for dancing and shit, but he was not a puss. 

They sat in the same booth this time with the same waitress attending to their needs. A couple of them ordered mixed drinks, Morgan a beer and Jack a Coke. They all laughed at him and told the waitress to bring him a glass of milk with some cookies. She laughed and even Jack forced a snicker, but Coke it was. He would maintain his senses tonight. After about three or four rounds of drinks, the drunks to be decided it was time to dance. They took the courage they had gained from the alcohol and went on the search for their prey. Morgan remained seated next to Jack. She had stopped drinking after her third beer so she was well in charge of her thoughts and body. Jack was thankful of that. He needed her to keep her wits too. As they sat and talked the music began to work on Morgan. Her body began to move with the rhythm no matter what the song. She asked Jack to dance with her, but he said no. He told her that he couldn't really dance. She accepted that for awhile, but her soul just would not let her stop dancing in her seat. The music kept prompting her to ask him and she prodded until he caved. She pulled him by the hand to the floor and they, well, she began to dance. Jack looked somewhat like a paraplegic, as if he couldn't move from the waste down. That didn't stop Morgan from having her fun. She danced liked she loved it and Jack could tell that she did. She was young and he was past that stage in his life. 

The song "White Horse" started to play and this put Morgan into provocation mode. She was going to make Jack have some fun whether he liked it or not. She moved her body trying to get him in the dance mood. He knew the song all too well and in his younger day had danced to the song many times; but that was then. Jack began to move his feet a little so that she would possibly not push him so hard. That didn't work. She just smiled, leaned forward and said to him "that's it". He had forgotten however; how long this song was. The sight of Morgan dancing was working on Jack. Her body flowed with every beat as if she was the music. Because of the surroundings, the music and the mood, she began touching Jack on the arms. She was encouraging him to be more compliant, to loosen up a bit. She did so by stepping in closed and placing her hands on his waist and straddling one of his legs and grinding there on his thigh. 

This was too much. Jack was loosing control of a situation that he thought he could handle. The sight of Morgan's tits was killing him. Why did she have to get this close? Why did she have to look so hot? Hell, why was he dancing with her any way? The song finally ended. He needed to sit down. He had hoped that she hadn't seen what she was doing to him. He couldn't help what was happening to his cock. No man can hold back the wood when a hot chick is was grinding her hips and all into him. He excused himself. He went to the restroom to splash some cold water on his face. To bad he couldn't have a cold shower right now. After composing himself, he returned to his seat where Morgan was already waiting. Jack smartly positioned himself opposite her since there was no one else sitting. She was most certainly still flirting with him. The things she said, how she leaned in to speak and the glitter in hers eyes told Jack that she had gotten herself worked too. 

It was getting pretty late so Jack told Morgan that he was going to go back to the hotel and he would have the other guys walk her back. She said that she was ready to go and would just walk back with him. Once they were outside, the night air again refreshed his body and thoughts. He was able to talk without having to yell over the music and the visions of the gorgeous woman that had danced with him began to slip from his mind as he took in the sights of the closed businesses and cars driving past. He walked her to her room, told her goodnight and went to his room just two doors down. He opened the door and crashed onto the bed. Jack was glad this trip would soon be over. No he wasn't. He could get back to work and all would be normal. The thoughts of that goddess would dissipate. He forced his tired body from the bed to wash off the bar room smell. He showered and went to bed. The thoughts of Morgan returned to him, but he was able to sleep. Jack had not noticed that his room door did not latch itself. 

Chapter 3

Couldn't Sleep

Morgan was in her room still wound up from dancing. She had also showered and was trying to get some sleep for the drive back. She went to bed without dressing. She couldn't sleep. She was excited. The grinding on Jack's thigh had done a number on her. She told herself she was just trying to get him to loosen up and have a good time. That's all it was. Bullshit! She was hot for sex and she wanted it now. How? Where? She told herself that she would survive without sex for one more night. Bullshit! "I don't want to go back to the club and pick out a guy and fuck his brains out; but I need dick, and I need it now." That is what her body was telling her. In her mind she knew she needed to refrain.  

In bed she tossed from side to side. She couldn't keep her mind off of sex. It wasn't Jack that she really wanted. She wanted her man but he wasn't here. Her excitement would not subside and she could feel herself getting wet. There was a yearning from deep within; a passion that had to be satisfied. It had to be tonight. It had to be now. Jack would have to do. "What if he is asleep? Would he be willing?" Of course he would be willing; he's a man. "What am I thinking? I can't. I must!"

She slipped on some sweats and a tee over naked body and stepped from her door. She reached and put her hand on Jack's door before knocking. The door moved. "Oh, God, What do I do?" She asked herself. No, this is wrong. She turned and went back to her room. Leaning against the inside of her closed door, she was thankful she stopped. "But his door is open, I need to at least close it" she thought. What if I were caught? How would she explain why she was awake and at his door? Her mind went back to the desire that had carried her to his door in the first place. It was sex; that human desire that has turned into a need. We won't die if we don't have it; we just think that we will. She should go back and close the door. 

That need to be satisfied took control. She must have sex now. She will have sex now. It will be with Jack and he will give it to her one way or the other. She wonders how. How can she make him comply? She thinks out loud. "I need to tie him down; but with what?" She rummages through her bags; nothing. Looking around she sees her tennis shoes. The light goes off. Shoe strings will work. She unlaces her shoes and clinches tight to the strings as she goes back to Jack's room; wondering if he had awakened since she was there last. Good. The door was still open. She enters slowly and quietly and closes the door behind her, double checking the latch. 

The lights from outside gave her just enough light to see Jack naked on the bed. He must have been affected by the dancing too. His hard dick lay on his lower torso. The wetness came back to her. She was convinced that she would have to tie him to make sure she got what she wanted. She had made a loop in each shoe string before leaving her room and gently slipped a string over Jack's hand and tightened them on his wrist. He didn't move. Moving each of his arms to their respective sides of the bed she began the task of tying them to the bed frame.

She couldn't resist the fact that she wanted to touch his cock. Slowly she traced the tip of a finger along the underside of it as she quietly crawled into the bed. It twitched. Her excitement grew. This was definitely perverted; raping a guy in his sleep. Her vision had gotten better since coming in as her eyes had adjusted. She lowered her head and this time instead of her finger, she used her tongue. She could feel this piece of meat twitch at the touch of her hot wet tongue. She used a free hand to raise jack's cock and kissed it on the head. She couldn't believe how excited she was from what she was doing. This was all new. Sure she had wakened someone from sleep for sex, but she had never tried to see how far she could go without waking him. She really expected Jack to wake, but when was the question? This now became part of the game. She kissed the head one more time before opening her mouth and taking in just the head. Twisting her tongue and giving a little suction gave her more of a thrill as Jack's hips involuntarily responded by pushing slightly upward. At his response, she deemed that it was time to take in more. She loosened her tightly pinched lips and jaws and proceeded downward. Oh he was hard. He was ready. She felt his hair began to tickle her nose and went back up; doing this several more times. She wasn't sure if he was still asleep since he became more physically responsive as well as verbally. His moans told her that this cock was not going away any time soon. It wasn't until she heard her name that she stopped. She didn't release him from her mouth; just stopped. Was he hard like this because of her? Had he wanted her this night? Of course he did, she was hot. 

Jack made no movements as to imply that he was awake. Morgan was still playing her game to see how far she could get without this happening, but she didn't want to risk him waking and going nuts and this boner that she held going away. She raised one leg over to straddle him. Taking his cock into her hand again, she lowered herself onto him. He notices but still doesn't wake. At first, she just sat there waiting to see some sort of reaction. The reaction was physical but visible. She could feel the pulsations of this cock that was in her total control. She liked this control. She then began to slowly move up and down which didn't rock the bed nearly as much as a back and forth motion would have. He felt good. She had had lots of sex but none where she was the absolute master. The bondage of her partner was working for her. She moved faster now as she wanted more physical satisfaction for herself. If Jack were to wake now, what could he do? She had him tied. She was this sexy woman giving him what every man wants. She herself started moaning from the pleasure she was getting while she was driving down harder. 

She didn't know if Jack was awake but she felt his hips begin to match her rhythm. At this point she didn't care. She changed from her up and down movements to more of a grinding twist. She wanted every inch of him to touch as many of her inner places as possible. It was working. Jack began to do more than just meet her; he was now pushing harder to get the full affect of her wetness around him. She knew now that he must be awake. No one could be dreaming of sex with someone as wet as she was drenching his balls. 

She was right. Jack wasn't asleep any more. He could see her face in the pale light of the city coming through the window. Yes he knew he should protest, but couldn't. This was wonderful. This beautiful woman had somehow sneaked into his room and had actually taken advantage of him. In the eyes of the law, it would probably be considered rape. That was until he woke and began to participate. He wanted to touch her, to take her hips in his hand, to pull her hard onto his cock, but he couldn't. He couldn't see what bound him, but he could feel them. He knew she had tied him. This added to his excitement. She could have any one she wanted. Here they were in this place, and she chose him. The tensions were building for both of them. She pounded herself against him; practically knocking the wind out of him. Their breathing became quick and loud. They were both close. His balls churned to as he felt the nearing eruption. She could feel it to and urged him. "Come on, baby. Yes. Yes." That was it. He let out what sounded like a painful groan and his release began. The feel of his hot liquid shooting inside of her set her off. Her screams were muffled by her hand. She didn't want the co-worker in the next room to know. She continued to ride him until she could no longer feel any burst from his cock. Panting, she collapsed on his chest. The beads of sweat on his chest did not bother her. She had gotten what she needed and it was a small price to pay. He was still inside of her. She slept and so did he.




Merger



And then a beach wrap she picked up from where she'd left her stuff. Now her shoulders and calves were featured. Everything as beautiful as the rest of her. We walked up onto a paved walkway and the sound of her flip-flops made me glance down at her feet. Sand was flying off still, but I knew I would gladly use my tongue to remove every grain if they took too long falling off such pretty, sexy feet. Even thinking of that made a warm trembling feeling flood my body.

Then lunch. It was a blurred mishmash of images and thoughts and ideas. A cute face across from me, huge eyes trying to read my thoughts, lips with cutely upturned corners and a ready laugh. 

In my dream I realized I'd fallen for her at lunch, and not the moment she mounted me and fucked me face to face. My heart had relaxed and reached out into the space between us, over the breadsticks and garlic butter dish, and the salmon and (totally overcooked) veggies, and had somehow seeped into her and touched her. The rest that had happened was almost an afterthought.

"...thank you for lunch—for having lunch with me," she'd said. We'd gone dutch. "But...if you want, we could...hang out together—unless you have something important to do." The look on her face was one of confidence and I knew that no matter what I said, how I answered, yes or no, it wouldn't faze her.

"I have something important to do," I said, trying to be cool and slick, "But if you don't mind, maybe you could help me out?"

"Glad to," Amy had said, and the moment we entered my room and locked the door, the passion had swelled and exploded in almost unbelievable proportions. I felt like it was my first time. I couldn't kiss her enough, and the feeling had obviously been mutual. Then my mind drifted, and there was steam and warmth and the sound of running, hissing shower water.

I awoke, opened my eyes and saw that the bathroom door was ajar and that steam-mist was billowing out. I heard singing or humming and got up out of bed and padded over. I peeked in and saw a familiar blur of naked skin through the shower curtain.

"Hey cutie!" I called and soon there was a dripping wet face peering around the edge of the curtain, eyes blinking water from them. She smiled wetly.

"Hiya!" she said. "I thought you were still sleeping. Anyhow...would you do me a favor?"

"Sure; towel?"

"Uh no." Amy said. She looked passed me at the bed. "My dildo. Would you do me a favor and put it on, come in here and butt-fuck me till my brains melt?" I just stared at her for a second. Hearing something like that coming out of such a sweet face was a little disorienting. But then I realized I would love nothing better than to do this particular favor for her. I turned, went to the bed, got the dildo, stepped into it and started to cinch it up tight. Then I got in the shower with her and Amy handed me back her little squeeze bottle of lubricant and leaned forward against the wall with her cute tushy jutting. With the shower and steam and everything still filling the stall and tub, I smeared lube between her cheeks, got some on the tip of the dildo, then stepped closer and got the thing centered on her anus. I was just about to push into her when she pushed herself back and took just about half of the thing inside her on the first try. I was impressed!

Then the fever took over and I took her by the hips and started to screw her delightfully sexy butt. She started to respond right away, and the more she moaned and clawed at the tiles, and wriggled her ass, the faster I rammed that thing in and out! She spread her feet as wide as possible in that narrow tub and I stepped up closer, feet together and pelvis humming with excitement; it was like ripples inside me. I loved fucking her like that! It was a joy to see and hear how she responded, to see the incredible contrast between the thickness of the shaft and the relative daintiness of her rump, but also the closeness of it all; the closeness and intimacy we shared. I was in her ass, and maybe later, after a quick rinse off in the steaming shower water, I'd slip it up her cunt and fuck her till she really did pass out. I wanted that. I wanted to please her in the most complete and ultimate way I could—just because it was her, and she deserved it.

Then water even hotter than the shower water streamed down over my feet and the shock of it, the surprise of knowing what it might be, got me so excited I reached down and around Amy's front and slipped my fingers between her thighs. Hot, fresh—directly from the 'tap.' She was gasping and writhing against the shower wall, out of control from the ass-reaming I was giving her, and now she'd just gotten to a new level of release—just as I did sometimes while alone in the shower.

Complete submission to the pleasure.

I quickly brought my fingers to my lips and licked the wetness off. Even with the steam and mist diluting everything, I knew what it was. She'd just pissed herself at the height of climax, and to me at least, that was among the sexiest things I'd ever been witness to. I went on screwing her and reached down again, this time finding her clit and diddling it. Her body went stiff and solid. She gasped and seemed to shiver, and I pushed the dildo in, made circles with her clit, and then another gush of hot piss water wet my knuckles. Wanting more than a near miss, I cupped my whole hand under her and caught her next explosion, then lifted that water up to my mouth and sipped it.

Amy felt what I was doing. She turned her head and pursed her lips toward the palm of my hand, and I gave her a sip of her own piss. She shivered, and then I poured the rest down over her shoulder and started to massage it in while I went back to pounding her.

Twenty minutes later Amy was sliding down the tiles, nearly unconscious. I held her even as her knees turned to rubber, and gently pulled the dildo out of her well-stretched ass-hole as I brought the both of us down to the floor of the tub. I left the water raining down and got her turned around. She was panting, looking like she'd just done the 100 meter sprint, but saw me and smiled wearily.

"...so...you were saying what about me being a tomboy?" she panted with a weak smile.

We showered down after we'd both recovered, put on our robes and went dripping to the veranda to sit and bask in the sun. The chairs were reclined so we stretched out with our feet straight out. I noticed Amy's head turn in the direction of my feet then saw her look at me out of the corner of my eye.

"I think I may have peed on your feet," she said somberly. "I know we're all bathed and everything's clean, but...if you want, I could do penance by bathing your feet with my tongue..."

"God damn it girl will you stop that?" I almost gasped. "You just made my clit shiver!" She was laughing, and then I was too. It went on like that the whole rest of that day. In fact we ordered room service for breakfast and lunch because we both realized we probably wouldn't be able to spend much time at all in clothes, and that's pretty much the way it turned out.

That day and night, and the next two days and nights went by that way. I was insatiable, but so was she! It seems my fascination with her ass had uncorked some genie and it was impossible to put it back in the bottle—not that either of us were trying! Even on the rare occasions when Amy had panties on (which had been in her little beach bag), the shape and contour and overall look of her buns would just drive me wild. I'd reach out and grab her, laughing, into my lap, and either slap that adorable butt of hers or yank those offending panties off and make a quick meal of those incredible buns. She never complained though.

And then there were countless times where she would just stop in front of me, bare-ass naked, turn and bend over to give me a full view of what she was offering, and the offer was never refused! How could I, with a fanny like that?

Finally, the third day came and things seemed to be calming down. We woke up early, kissed each other good morning, and then went almost instinctively into sixty-nine, just laying there on our side having a morning munch. It got pretty passionate with both of us moaning and gasping into each other's snatch, but then it was over and we were both famished. We got dressed and went downstairs to have brunch and it was like this gloom had come over both of us. For me, I knew it couldn't continue, and the fact was, when we both left the island and went back to our own lives, we'd probably never see or hear from each other again. I knew I was due to leave in a day; I didn't know how long she was here for.

We ate in silence, had some really great coffee to finish off with, then went for a stroll along the beach. It was still mid-morning and the beach was only then getting crowded. She finally broke the silence.

"...talk about a fling, huh?" Amy said, keeping it as light as possible. I nodded and continued strolling along; I'd heard the tinge of regret in her voice, but there was no use in lingering on that. I saw her hand swinging beside her and reached out and grabbed it. I squeezed it even as she was trying to decide if it was okay for two women to be holding hands. Then she relaxed and squeezed back. "Oh yeah... not America...."

And as we walked along, it was as though the hand I was holding was transferring all these thoughts and memories and images and moments into me, like a living download, bringing everything back in a fast moving montage. It was hard to believe that this girl and I had done all those things in so short a time, and had gotten so intimate and close. We'd probably be best friends for the rest of our lives via email, but...somehow I knew that would never be enough. I looked forward then glanced sideways at her again. There wasn't a single pore of her body that my tongue hadn't touched and tasted. Every inch of skin. My hands had also explored all of her, sometimes reaching places my tongue never could. I knew all the sounds she made, the sounds of orgasm, her moans and soft gasps, the cute way her voice cracked when she groaned a certain way, even her soft snoring as she slept. 

"...yah back to the real world..." I mumbled, and saw her nod. I nodded with her and continued to think of what I'd have to go back to.

Merger. My company joining up with another. Partner meetings, the Board members. Good money for all but...I wished I had a personal life worth writing home about. Yah, there were chicks, and there were two in particular I would probably wind up in bed with as soon as I got back, but...I squeezed the hand I was holding, and was just about to say something to Amy about how much I'd miss her and how much I wanted to be with her when an all too familiar voice called my name from somewhere up and to our left.

Looking up I saw my secretary, Mark, waving from the railing of the cliff overhanging the beach at that point. He'd come along on a separate-but-joint holiday to help with the transition before we returned. He cupped his hands to his mouth.

"Don't you ever turn your cell phone on?" he yelled. "Damn it, been trying to reach you for days!"

"Is there a problem?" I yelled back, and Amy now looked up at him too.

"No!" Mark yelled. "It's just that I found out the owner of the other company is also here vacationing; might've been good to meet face to face, but I can see that's already happened; maybe I'll see you both back at the hotel...." He kept looking at me and finally dropped his hands and smiled. 

"...both...." I said.

"The both of us?" Amy asked. We stopped and turned to each other, and in moments found out it was true. It was really really awkward, but only for a moment. Amy started smiling in such a way that the sun dimmed by comparison. Amy then turned and led me quickly by the hand back toward the hotel, leaving Mark standing there, and once in the safety and silence and cool darkness of her hotel room, Amy stripped down naked, got on the bed on all fours and stuck her gorgeous butt out at me. Looking seductively over her shoulder at me, she smiled.

"How about some more pre-merger merging?" she asked, swaying her butt, and a moment after getting naked, I was seated cross-legged behind her, finally enjoying the fruits of all my hard work—my tongue buried deep in her hot, silky rear. After twenty minutes of this private conference, Amy crawled off the bed, reached in her luggage and brought out a rather kinky looking H-shaped device, all of firm rubber, and with each pair of the H's stems only an inch or so apart and ending with a smooth, rounded tip. She got back on the bed on all fours, quickly applied some lotion to the same hole I'd just been tonguing, and then guided one pair of the dildo's prongs into her ass and cunt, and then held it in position for me. I hurried to grease myself up and get into position—ass-to-ass—and once in, the thing felt simply wonderful! When we started pushing back and forth against each other though, it was just unbelievable.

Merger indeed!

Amy and I wound up extending our stay—by mutual agreement of course—by about a week. It was wonderful having such an agreeable business colleague, but what was more, when we finally did fly back to the States, come to find out that—all other feverish, wonderful, nasty, kinky, incredible past 'meetings' aside—Amy and I were quite compatible not only as business partners, but life partners. We've been together now for nearly six years, and truth be told, every time I'm at home and this one particularly cute butt comes waltzing by me, that butt always winds up bare (no matter what it's wearing), and my tongue always ends up buried to the hilt between those cheeks. 

Can't help myself I guess!

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Mergers & Acquisitions



Readers,

This is a revision of the story Mergers and Acquisitions. The original was somehow posted by accident instead of the final draft, definitely my fault. While similar in many ways to the originally posted story, I think the final story is much more polished and far more powerful. I hope you enjoy what you read. Thank You.

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Sitting back, feet on the desk, eyes closed, he was reliving last night's events and wishing for an encore performance. Married to Toni for three years, he'd become spoiled, accustomed to seeing her incredible body every night. His friends married the same length of time were always complaining about having to go home, wishing for a night out. Asking how things were at his house, he'd always say, "It's hard to complain when married to an angel."

If he said that to a stranger, it would sound extremely corny. His buddies, however, had seen his wife and knew exactly what he was talking about. They were always offering to fill in for him should he tire of her.

"What's to get tired of?" Toni was easily the sexiest, most beautiful woman a man could dream of possessing. Nearly six foot, extremely beautiful, and a body designed for sin, she was easily noticed upon entering a room. 

Her face is adorned with full, sensual lips, a narrow upturned nose, and huge sexy green eyes. The dark brown hair cascading to the middle of her back envelopes her face, giving her an elegance she rightfully deserves. The immense beauty she radiates has a hypnotic effect on those who meet her. Spend a few minutes in her graces and you'll understand why going home wasn't a problem he possessed. It was a pleasure. 

The two of them met while attending college. Both from small towns in north Texas, they had a lot in common, causing them to hit it off very quickly. She was from a large family and the youngest of six children. The baby and only girl, Toni was doted on constantly by her older brothers. She didn't worry about being mauled on a date because guys knew better than to mess with her for fear of having to answer to all five of her very protective brothers. 

She was raised in a small community where everyone knew everybody else. This made it difficult to have any sort of a private life. Should you sneeze, the entire town heard about it within the hour. 

Everything they did was either based or related to the church. With a service or activity occurring three to four nights a week, Toni grew up believing good girls protect their virginity. Holding true to her beliefs, she did just that. 

Toni went away to college in hopes of experiencing life outside a small town atmosphere. Innocent and naïve, she wasn't prepared for what she found. Equipped with beauty and one hell of a hot body, she discovered the main objective of most guys was to get her on her back and into her panties. Once they found out she was a virgin, they promised her everything hoping to be the one to pop her sweet little cherry. Disappointed, she'd almost given up college guys completely when she met the love of her life. 

He was raised with the same sort of background understanding and respected the values she upheld. That didn't mean he wasn't aching to feel the pleasures her body could provide, he just knew she wasn't giving it up until she was married. Meanwhile, he enjoyed her delightful company, a good time, and once in a while, a steamy make out session while parked on some secluded dirt road. She'd let him feel her awesome tits through her clothes while their tongues danced a ballet of seduction. She became an expert at how far she could let things go and still maintain complete control. 

Now he was married to the sexy goddess, and believe it, the waiting had been well worth it. He enjoyed the sexy body she'd kept from him while dating every night. There were times she chose to play all night, making him think she was trying to make up for all the times she'd said, "No." 

She'd become insatiable.

The body he enjoyed and his friends were so interested in obtaining, was sculpted by Satan as a means for tempting even the strongest of men. Her firm thirty nine inch D cup breasts sit proudly on her chest, demanding your immediate attention. Keeping the attention are her erect, very long nipples, protruding through every top she wears. They insist you're aware of their incredible size, while showing off just how high they sit on her firm, succulent globes. 

Moving from her chest, you'll find her flat, toned tummy adorning her tiny twenty four inch waist. Compared to the size of her full bosom, it gives you an impression of being even smaller than it is. Completing her hourglass figure, her wonderful thirty six inch hips protect her priceless treasure while showing off her tight little sexy ass.

Toni will tell you she's happiest with her legs. They easily rival the sexiest of centerfolds, are long and tanned and appear to continue forever. Her calves display a perfect amount of curve while her thighs show off a firm, athletic—yet feminine—sensuality. Adorned in sheer nylons and sexy high heels and you're talking about an instant hard-on.

Her tan is incredible: perfectly bronzed from her head to her toes. "Shit man, she's one hell of a wet dream." 

Many a man has felt the sudden tug of his wife's hand while staring at her incredibly sexy body. 

A very erotic secret hidden beneath her skimpy bikinis is something only she and her husband know about. In complete contrast to the golden color covering her entire body, her full round breasts and the tiny area of her neatly trimmed mound are as white as the day she was born. The difference is so vast, it appears she's wearing her suit except that her dark nipples and a small strip of hair leading to her pussy are both visible. 

"This woman is fucking awesome". 

After they were married, the two of them moved to the city due to the demands of their careers. Toni works in the financial world dealing in high finance, while her husband is employed in the computer industry. She woos and entices wealthy businessmen away from their present investments, walking a fine line between flirting and being a smart businesswoman. Her position would make most men extremely jealous, but there's none more loyal than she to her spouse. She despises the act of cheating, saying, "Why get married if you're gonna screw around?" 

To insure she isn't added to some investor's list of accomplishments, she drinks only water unless in the company of her husband when associating with the clientele. She deals with way too many men willing to bend the rules for a chance at bedding the sexy woman. She's seen what letting down your guard can produce. Her best friend, Tina, is a living testament to the effects. Drinking a little too much while entertaining a client, she ended up spending the night in his bed. It cost her a lot of embarrassment, her marriage, and custody of her children. She'll be the first to tell you that it's just not worth it.

As not to encourage the advances of the male clients, the typical style of clothing worn by the women consists of conservatively styled business suits. The problem Toni encounters is that what appears smart and conservative on most women ends up hot and alluring when worn by her. Hugging her curvaceous figure and displaying those awesome legs, it's a difficult task to keep from attracting attention. She can wear anything, but with her stunning appearance people are gonna take notice. Aware of this obstacle, she tries her best to limit the amount of attention she draws upon herself.

Today was no different than any other day. She wore a two piece suit consisting of a skirt and jacket. Her outfit, though very simple, had to deal with a body that continually screamed, "Look at me." Coming to rest six inches above her knee, the skirt showed just enough leg to leave you wishing for more. The jacket covered a sleeveless knit top that stretched taut over her ample chest. This caused the material forming the modest neckline to pull away from her body, revealing a view of her wonderful cleavage. Her legs peaking from beneath her skirt displayed in a pair of silky sheer stockings that allowed her awesome tan to show off through their transparency. Completing her ensemble, Toni had chosen to wear a pair of black, four inch heels that matched her suit while defining her legs and ass.

Only two people had the pleasure of knowing what she wore beneath her outfits: she and her husband. Definitely the things fantasies consist of, many a man would give their right arm to confirm their suspicions of what she wore. She loved the way the sexy lingerie makes her feel. From the caress of satin and lace stimulating her sensitive nipples to the feel of her exposed ass in the g-string panties she chooses to wear, it just solidifies the existence of her sexiness. 

Three-piece ensembles are her favorites. The one she's wearing today is black, consisting of a lacy, plunging front hook bra with cups barely able to keep her full breasts from spilling out. She's wearing a matching g-string with a sheer strip of material just large enough to cover her mound pulled snuggly over her pussy. Pulling the ribbon thin sides high over the curve of her hips forces the thin strip up the back to disappear between the firm cheeks of her ass, leaving them totally exposed. 

A lacy black garter matching her bra and panties is cinched tightly around her tiny waist. Thin strips of ribbon plunge down the front and rear, clipped to the tops of her sheer stockings. Choosing her heels to match both her lingerie and outfit, Toni always insists they be at least four inches in height and very sexy. Though she dresses in this manner for her own gratification, her husband equally partakes in the enjoyment as well.

The phone started ringing, snapping him out of his daydream. Reluctant to answer, he wasn't ready to let go of the image of last nights events. 

"Hello." It was Toni, the inspiration of his daydream. "Are you busy?"

"Not really." He answered, happy it was her. "I was just thinking about last night."

"Oh! Did you enjoy yourself?" She knew the answer but loved hearing his confirmation.

"Well, let's see…" he responded. "I spent the evening with the most incredibly sexy woman I know, who made wild passionate love to me. What do you think?"

Giggling at her accomplishments, she replied, "I sure hope you're talking about me. If not, you're in deep trouble buddy."

Toni had to worry about him about as much as he worried about her. Any man foolish enough to cheat with sort of woman waiting at home didn't deserve what he had. 

Curious of why she'd called so late in the afternoon, he inquired. "Is something wrong? You usually don't call this late in the day unless you've been given a reason."

"Yeah… there is…" She responded sadly. "I have to attend a party being thrown by one of our clients this evening. I called hoping you'd join me and, sort of, be my date."

"I'd love to baby, but remember? I'm supposed to take your nephew to the ball game." He didn't mind going places with her brother's kid, but given a choice, he'd much rather be with his wife. "I'm sorry honey. Do you want me to call and cancel?" 

"No, sweetie," she assured him. "You promised to take him so you'd better go."

Resigning to the knowledge they were gonna spend another evening apart, he inquired of the details.

"What time do you think it'll be over?" he asked, hoping it wouldn't be so late they couldn't repeat last night's performance.

"I'm not sure. It's at his house and doesn't start till eight," Toni informed him of her intentions. "Hopefully there'll be enough people in attendance from the firm, they won't notice if I slip away early. If not, I'll have to stay till it's over."

"Just be sure and call before you head home." This was his way of knowing she was safe. 

"I will," she assured him. "I love you and can't wait to see you. Bye… "

The phone clicked ending the call. He was gonna have to spend the evening entertaining her nephew while she attended a party. It really sucked. Oh well, at least he gets to spend the night with her and hopefully repeat what they'd enjoyed the previous night. 

Toni hung up the phone, wishing she could get out of going. Hearing her husband talk about last night's events made her wish she was headed home for a repeat performance. Instead, she would have to spend the evening talking with a bunch of rich, arrogant assholes. Bad enough having to deal with their advances at her office, what would it be like attending a party thrown at their house? God help her.

The client throwing this evenings party was the firms largest investor. When at the office, she hated his arrival. There wasn't anything he didn't feel he was entitled to—with her body being one of those items. Every time he visited the firm, his hands made some sort of contact with her. Acting inconspicuous, he'd brushed her breast on more than one occasion, touched her ass, and once even pushed his hips into hers while she bent over to retrieve something she'd dropped. Upon leaving, he'd flash her a smile that implied his touches were not accidents. With the party being held in his home, she felt she needed to make sure she didn't find herself alone. 

The person she was describing was a wealthy black businessman known as Ron. Successful and one of the richest men in the state, he was known for his shrewd deals and relentless pursuits. It seemed he always succeeded in acquiring whatever he pursued. If you enjoyed the rewards of doing business with his companies, should you be invited to a party he was throwing, you'd better show up. He wielded that sort of power and had no problem using it. 

Ron specifically called her and asked her if she'd grace him with her beauty at tonight's gathering. Toni had no idea she was the only one from the firm he'd invited. Had she known, she'd have called Tina and asked her to go along.

A very handsome, athletically built man, Ron had no problem in attracting beautiful women. He had captivating blue eyes and a pleasant smile, both of which stood out against his dark skin. The eyes were an inheritance he'd been passed from his great grandmother, a French woman. His great grandfather met in Europe at the turn of the century. Six eight and always well dressed, he towered over most people, making them well aware of who he was. 

He was only thirty four years old, which made his accomplishments that much more impressive. Always busy with one deal or another, he hadn't had time to pursue normal interests such as a wife or children. Though any woman would be thrilled at the prospect of being his wife, none of them captured his interests enough to warrant anything other than an evening of dinner, dancing, and some late night pleasure. 

Though she was married, the woman he wanted was Toni. He'd tried enticing her with his wealth and power, but only succeeded in driving her farther away. He'd been dealing with people who had no scruples for so long, he'd forgotten that loyalty and commitment were equally as important to some. Turned on by the challenge of pursuing something he couldn't buy, he began to obsess about a way to obtain the beautiful trophy. 

He hired a private investigator to research her background. He wanted to know everything about her personal life, her history, and present financial status. Completing the report as requested, it was delivered to his office for his viewing. There was nothing whatsoever he could use against her. She was squeaky clean. Married three years and devoutly faithful, she'd graduated college with honors and hadn't even received a parking ticket. She rarely drank, didn't use foul language, and was of the belief there was something good in everybody. She was everything your mother hoped you'd find and then some. If he was gonna possess this treasure, he was gonna have to steal it. 

Toni worked every day in an unscrupulous atmosphere of cheaters and liars, but was innocent and naïve as to how far these guys would go to obtain what they wanted. There was nothing they wouldn't perform or a level they wouldn't stoop to in the pursuit of their goals. Unbeknown to her, Ron had made her his goal. One way or another, he had to have the incredible woman.

She drove her convertible Miata through the gates of his estate. Pulling up to the entrance of the house, she exited the car leaving it to the valet. She felt completely out of place. Surrounded by expensive BMW's and Mercedes, she began wondering, "What am I doing here? I have nothing in common with these people."

She began ascending the impressive staircase leading to the front entrance. A feeling she wasn't used to experiencing filled her mind, leaving her feeling vulnerable. She'd never attended one of these parties without either her husband or another colleague coming along for support. All of the earlier ones had been held at a hotel or convention center. This was the first time she'd been to one of their homes. She'd always considered her own home large and very nice, but this one was so immense you could fit her entire house onto its porch and stairs. It was definitely the biggest she'd ever seen. 

She rang the bell and was greeted by a very courteous man who invited her in.

"May I take your jacket ma'am?" he politely asked.

Glancing quickly about, trying to survey the others in attendance, she handed him her jacket. Once he'd put it away, he escorted her into the main room. 

It was huge. The ceilings were a good fifteen feet or higher with the decorations and furnishings the caliber you'd expect in a place this grand. She was nervous being here alone with all these people she didn't know. Having discarded the covering she'd worn over her top, there wasn't anything to hide her awesome chest. Between the excitement of the evening and her silken lingerie, her nipples were standing at attention. Something not easily overlooked, she felt an embarrassment at her body's obvious display.

A young man approached her. "May I get you something to drink, miss?"

"Yes, please," Toni replied. "Could you get me a glass of water?"

"We have a wonderful array of imported waters, miss." He'd been given orders to insure she was catered to. "Could I get you one? We have a number of different fruit flavors, and if I may say so, they taste divine." 

Still nervous and overwhelmed, she agreed. "Sure, I'll try one." 

"Is there a certain flavor you prefer?" he inquired.

Smiling at the young man, she gave him an answer: "You pick out your favorite." 

He headed off to fill her request. His boss had described her, so he'd recognize her arrival when all he needed to do was tell him to find a dark haired beautiful woman with an extremely sexy body. She'll be easy to recognize, since she radiates both an inward and outward beauty. Retrieving her drink, he hurriedly returned to give it to her.

"Here you are, miss." He looked into her face when he handed the glass. Yeah she was the one. No doubt about it.

Toni tasted the refreshment, enjoying its smooth flavor.

"Nice." She thought to herself. "This is really good."

Taking a seat in front of the fireplace, she sipped her drink and tried to relax. She looked around the room, getting a better view of the decor. It was even more impressive than she'd first seen. Some of the items had to be priceless. She settled in, happy that no one had tried to mingle with her. Alone, she could work on getting rid of the butterflies she'd had since arriving. 

Ron saw her sitting alone and approached her. She stood politely and gave him a courteous hug and kiss on the cheek. He was a perfect gentleman. Dressed in his suit, he held her hands as he stepped back.

"I'm so glad you came. Are you ok?" He could sense her uneasiness. "You look so beautiful. If you need anything at all, Bobby will get it for you."




Mergers and Acquisitions



This story is a built up sexual tension between the characters, if you're honestly looking for something that starts with a wam, bam, thank you ma'am then I suggest you look elsewhere. Otherwise, please enjoy my story.

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It's a gloomy morning, here in the concrete jungle. Yes, that's right you guessed it I live in New York City if you couldn't already tell by the nickname. I turned over to my nightstand to shut off my iPhone alarm that's killing my eardrums. Its 7:00 am, time to get out of bed and start the day.

I just got hired at this elite law firm, down in Times Square and I needed to be there at 9:00 am sharp or else my boss, Pierson would literally kill me. He's really attractive too, which makes it all the worse.

Oh, I don't think I formally introduced myself Hi! My name is Jenna Masters. I am a 24-year-old, fresh out of NYU law school graduate who recently moved to the concrete jungle and I am still trying to find my way around this place. I am 5'6 with Dark brunette wavy hair, with some amber highlights thrown into it, my body type is Athletic but slightly curvy. I am half Irish, and half Iranian or Persian whatever you want to call it.

I just recently passed the BAR to practice here in the state of New York and this job was literally a hit or miss for me. To be honest, I never thought I would be hired to practice, at a firm this stellar! I was literally in tears, after I got the news that they selected me as an associate and I immediately became 10 years old and decided to call my Mom and Stepfather who live in California and balled over the phone for a good hour. Needless to say, they were so proud of me, and well I was too. 

It's only been a couple of months since I've been working here at the firm. The department, and what I studied school for is Mergers and Acquisitions. We specialize in corporate (business) litigation. Our clientele are not only highly renowned individuals and but they are amongst those who are involved with Fortune 500 companies. 

Now, for those who do not what exactly Mergers and Acquisitions is, let me educate you for a few moments. In the corporate world M&A, is a vital part of any business firm. The two go hand in hand to become two aspects of strategic management, management, and corporate finance that deals with buying, selling, combining, and dividing of various and different companies and or similar entities that help an enterprise develop in its sector or place or origin, without creating a subsidiary or using a joint venture. 

Hopefully, you have not exited out of my story because the best has yet to arrive. 

It was 8:45, and I managed to make it to the firm with just 15 minutes to spare. Glancing at my watch, a wave of relief washed over me. I pulled out my iPhone and began to scroll through my email, and saw that all the new "Associates" that being myself were needed to attend a mandatory meeting at 10 am. I had a knot in my stomach, I was so fucking nervous that I thought I was going to faint. 

I saw whom the email was from, and who other than my pain in the ass, hot as fuck "boss" Pierson. Now, let me tell you about this man who drives me wild in the most dark, and wicked way possible. I know, I know YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO FUCK YOUR BOSS! Hey, who said I did? Don't worry; those lewd thoughts are what I am sharing to you all. Just because I did not have sex with Pierson, does not mean that I haven't had nasty and dirty thoughts about doing so.

Let me describe to you, what Pierson looks like. Pierson is 6 foot 4 with Blonde hair, brooding and mysterious gray eyes, and a deliciously muscular and fit body. It's so obvious that he works out daily. He always wears these circular glasses, you know those that almost every man in American Psycho wore, including Patrick Bateman himself and not to mention his love for expensive suits. 

This man really knows how to make my cunt soaking wet, that's for sure. 

Oh and get this, he's unfortunately married. Yep, I am having lewd thoughts about my older, married boss. I mean he really is not that much older, he is only 35. That's not old to me, besides its not like I have not been with older married men before, but this was different. 

Pierson is my BOSS! Just because in porn they plaster this stupid mentality of the CEO/Secretary fantasy and how it always happens, but in reality if that does indeed happen, your ass is screwed.

But here's the catch, Pierson has already made over a dozen passes at me. I think he's already realized how much I want to fuck his brains out, or even how hot he gets me. Sometimes, I find myself having to go to the ladies room to play with my aching, dripping pussy. I think about him non-stop whenever he and I have our little "heated conversations" in his office late at night sometimes. 

Sometimes I wonder if he ever goes home to his wife, Cecilia and thinks about me when he's screwing her to a mind-blowing orgasm. 

Lucky bitch, I wish it were me. I think this is partially true, because one night a majority of our team had retired for the evening, and it was quite late around 10:30 and I could have sworn that I saw Pierson jerking off his huge throbbing erection in his office. It's made of all glass, and so is a majority of the offices, but his is different not completely frosted glass, like some of the others. 

Much to my luck, I watched him the entire time he was jerking his hard manhood. It looked so huge and inviting. I was imagining giving him the best blowjob he's ever received in his life, under his desk. Sometimes I had thought about hiding under there, and surprising him. Wearing nothing but a slinky piece of dark blue lingerie, black patent heels, and no thong.

Let me make this clear, I am not a panty wearing kind of gal; thongs and G-strings are my favorite kind of underwear. Anyways going back to that night, I was beginning to play with my clit, just a slight bit and I felt myself getting more and more soaking wet each and every time he jerked off his married meat almost steps away from me. He had no idea that I was watching him and I intended to make sure he didn't know so. 

Luckily, I was wearing a dress that had easy access to my aching cunt so I figured I would jump the gun and start to finger fuck myself to an orgasm. I could tell he was close, the fact that he kept his eyes closed the entire time, and only slightly opened them here and there to catch a breathe was so arousing, so erotic. A part of me wishes I could have busted that door open and made sweet love to this gorgeous creature, but I just wanted to watch him shoot his married seed all over himself. 

I could see Pierson getting closer and closer to his climax, and so was I. I kept thrusting my fingers deep inside my aching and needy cunt. I had just shaved it that morning and it was perfectly smooth and soaking wet. A few moments later, I heard a loud grunt coming from his office, and I watched him shoot all of that delicious cream onto his chest.

I then climaxed myself, I could feel myself convulsing on my fingers and nearly fell over. 

Good thing I was quiet, I am usually vocal when it comes to my orgasms but I could not possibly get caught watching him. I saw a wash of relief encompassing him, as he kept checking to make sure no one was around. He quickly cleaned himself up, and began to gather up his things to leave the office. I had taken off my 5-inch heels, and was already heading to the elevator.

Seconds later, I heard not loud, but soft footsteps approaching me. It was Pierson's and my heart began to race as I heard his agile footsteps, get closer and closer to me. 

He had that same brooding and dark gaze, but this time it was different. It was more lustful, carnal, and wicked. He stared at me hard, and his gray eyes wanted to make me ravage him right there. He knew I watched him, otherwise why the hell would I stay this late? Pierson then quickly threw me into something that looked like a supply closet, and began to kiss me so hard, passionately, and raw that it made me want to screw him into tomorrow. 

I did not stop any of this in fact I let it happen. 

He wanted me to suck his married meat, and he told me to do so. I got on my knees and did what I was told. Being that I am a submissive little bitch, he knew exactly what he was getting himself into. I was going to blow my married boss. 

My inner goddess was coming out to play, and shit I was mixture of emotions but right now I was horny and needed to get my lips around him.

I was going to be his good little whore, tonight. I began to take his married 9-inch circumcised manhood, into my mouth and began to suck him nice and slow at first. I began to tease the tip of his cock that oozed with pre-cum, and I could see it was driving him wild. Pierson then grasped my hair into a hard ponytail, almost yanking it but the pleasurable pain was only making me wet. I began to take his veiny shaft, deeper into my throat. 

I was gagging on it, and I developed tears in my eyes doing so.

Pierson was close to cumming, and I wanted him to shoot his married seed deep into my throat. I showed no mercy, I began to suck him harder, faster, and rhythmically until he finally shot all of the creamy concoction down my throat. I licked my lips, as I made sure to go back and suck off any remaining cum. I looked him straight into those mesmerizing gray eyes of his, and he lifted me up off my knees until I was staring up at him. 

He then bent down and kissed me hard again, it was like pure ecstasy. Not wanting to leave me unsatisfied, he promised to lick and eat my cunt another night, but he quickly stuck two of his thick fingers inside of me and felt how soaking wet I was for him. I was gripping onto him, as my moans began to get louder, and his left hand silenced me. I began to feel my orgasm stirring up inside my cunt and his fingers felt so amazing inside of me. 

I gripped onto him harder, as I felt myself quivering and shaking as I came all over his fingers. As I came down from my high, he took his fingers out of my drenched pussy and immediately stuck them into his mouth. "Mmmm, you taste fucking amazing just as I had imagined." He said, as he kept licking his two fingers that were thrusted inside of me moments ago. 

The two of us quickly fixed ourselves up, and headed to the elevators to depart our separate ways. 

Snapping back into reality, after remembering that hot encounter with Pierson I glanced at my watch and saw that it was almost 10 am. Shit! Bitch you need to get your ass in that conference room now! I hurried over there, as quickly as I could. I am wearing a knee length, tight black pencil skirt with a dark blue scoop neck blouse, that was slightly tight around my 38D bust and flaunted it quite nicely and I cannot forget about my heels, I am donning my strappy 5 inch matte black stilettos. 

I then quickly proceeded to head over to the conference room. Much to my relief, I was 10 minutes early. I quickly walked in, and sat down at the rather long and narrow wooden table. Pierson, my boss was already seated and glanced at my body up and down, very discreetly as always and gave me a warm smile.

I did the same, and then found my seat not next to him, but near him. Shortly afterwards, two handsome men around my age walked in. They quickly sat next to me, and began to strike up a casual conversation with me. 

The two handsome, gentlemen were Brent Hawthorne and Eric Johnson. Both we're apparently in the same division as I was, but I had never seen them before. Maybe its because its only been a couple of months, since I have been working at this firm. They introduced themselves with such confidence it almost made me wonder how big their cocks were. 

The duo looked like they belong in GQ magazine. 

Brent is 6'4 with light brown short hair and piercing blue eyes and Eric is 6'3 with short blonde hair and green eyes. Brent is wearing a dark navy suit, with a white button down shirt, and gray tie and Eric is wearing a dark gray suit, navy tie, and white button down shirt. The two men are not married, in fact neither of them have girlfriends. Eric is being more modest around me, and I bet he's a wild animal in the bedroom its always the quiet ones that are the most powerful behind closed doors. 

Brent instantly began to flirt with me the second he sat down, I surely did not mind it at all in fact I was reciprocating just a bit. His left hand even dropped down to my exposed knee, and Eric stopped him. It was clear that both of them are indeed attracted to me. I was falling more for Eric since he was more modest, and caring. 

Brent is a bad boy, and everyone knows when you play with fire you get fucked. 

I could easily toy with the two of them and perhaps even start to date one of them. Who knows? 

It was now 10 am, and the meeting was about to begin. Yet another handsome older man had walked through the door. I recognized him since he was the Director of this department Mr. Daniel Parker.

He is also married, and a close friend of Pierson's. He was mesmerizing absolutely painstakingly handsome. 

He was 6'5 Dark blonde hair with some gray thrown into it he too was wearing a dark gray suit with a light blue necktie. He was staring me, with a slight wicked gaze, and it instantly made my pussy soaking wet. Having two attractive men sitting next to me, and not to mention two of my boss's just steps away from me it was like a dream come true. I kept staring at both Pierson's and Daniel's stainless steel wedding bands.

I usually do that, it's a habit and plus I was daydreaming about screwing both of them, in their offices late at night. 

About half way through the meeting, Mr. Parker announced that all the newbie associates Myself Eric and Brent alongside a few others were going to have "mentors". These people were going to be our right hands for the rest of the quarter. Each quarter usually lasts about 16 weeks, or four months. I was assigned to a man named, Bruce Hastings. Eric and Brent were assigned to two other older men, Spencer Pratt and Ian Williams. 

I was surprised; that a majority of this firm was male dominated although I was certainly not the only female associate in the room my colleagues Olivia and Allison were also assigned male mentors. Our mentors were going to be waiting for us to reach the other conference room, shortly after this meeting is adjourned and I already had a feeling that my "mentor" was going to drop dead handsome. 

About 20 minutes later, the meeting was adjourned and all the associates and I were heading straight to the second conference room. Eric walked with me, and was just as nervous as I was about meeting his mentor, while Brent was walking behind me and I could feel him staring at my backside the entire time. I mean it was nice to get some attention from a complete stranger. We finally reached the second conference room, and it was beautifully designed. 

The entire thing was made of glass, and it had a beautiful view of the Hudson River in the distance. 

Eric and Brent, immediately sat down next me since they really did not know anyone else in the group and hey, I wasn't complaining that's for sure. It was nice to have two hot men, actually wanting to be near me. Pierson and Daniel were sitting adjacent to us and staring at all three of us in an odd way. Pierson was clearly jealous since I witnessed his mouth pressing into a hardline and he was staring at me with those dark gray eyes of his, in a strangely seductive way. 

Not wanting to catch the undivided attention of Mr. Parker I quickly turned to face Eric who gave me the most inviting yet sexy smirk, that made me want to fuck him senseless. He's the one who is dropping all the hints, and I might as well do something erotic and out of the ordinary with him. Thinking nasty thoughts, and daydreaming about it Eric placed his hand on my knee and very discreetly began to part my legs. I was not wearing any stockings, so I knew exactly where he wanted to go. 

His hand was gently traveling up my inner thigh, and I began to exhale with relief that Brent was not looking at what he was doing to me. Eric's fingers are literally hovering over my now soaked light blue lace thong and I felt him, gently pushing the thin fabric aside as he began to trace my pussy lips with his fingers. Oh he was teasing me, and somehow he knew that I loved to be teased this way. With one hard thrust, he stuck his middle finger, deep inside my aching cunt. 

I wanted to moan so loud, the entire firm would hear me but I kept my cool and bit my bottom lip hard as my pussy was convulsing against his thick finger. Eric then began to finger fuck me slowly and rhythmically. There was no way I could rock my hips back and forth, without getting caught by Daniel, Pierson, and Brent. But somehow Eric did not care, he kept darting his thick finger in and out of my tight pussy, occasionally stopping here and there but it was just enough to drive me wild. 

I knew that after we met our mentors, I was going to give him the best fucking of his life once work was over. Eric kept thrusting his finger deep inside of my soaking wet pussy, until he decided to be a buzz kill and immediately took his finger out of my dripping wet cunt. I gave him this utterly disappointed glance and he returned it with a devilish gaze knowing that I wanted more. He was right, I wanted much more in fact I'd get under the table right now and suck his huge hard on that was visible through his dark gray slacks. 

About five minutes later, our mentors walked into the conference room. I was attempting to sit upright, after my little encounter with Mr. Johnson sitting next to me. One by one, handsome older lawyers between the ages of 30-40 were walking into the modern conference room. After they all made their way inside, Mr. Parker decided to give a small introduction about what their purpose is and etc. 

Then, Mr. Parker began to call out each associates last name, to indicate where the mentor should go. 

After calling both Johnson (Eric) and Hawthorne (Brent), Daniel yelled from the other end of the table "Masters" as I raised my hand so Mr. Bruce Hastings could find me. I had to blink twice, when I witnessed how fucking drop dead gorgeous this man is. The vision that stood before me is a 6'4 beach blonde with sky blue eyes, lean and toned body possibly muscular man. 

If you could not already tell, I have a thing for blondes but I do like dark haired men as well. 

Bruce began walking towards me, and my pussy was throbbing and getting even wet just imagining all the dirty and hot things that I would do with him either in his office, or elsewhere. I quickly checked his left hand for a wedding band, but found none. Thank god! I screamed internally this one is not taken yet. He quickly pulled out his right hand, and introduced himself. "Bruce Hastings" He said with pride. "Jenna Masters" I responded, as I shook his hand firmly. 

I could already feel the arising sexual tension between the two of us. Bruce then sat down next to me, and I could feel the jealousy in Eric's, Pierson's, Daniel and Brent's eyes developing. I saw Pierson's jaw press into a hardline, while Eric brushed his hair back, with fury. Daniel was staring at me, hard and so was Brent.

I felt like a stripper, who was getting the death stare from all the clients at a strip club because they all had just received awful lap dances. 

Ignoring all four of them, I decided to talk to Bruce more about the upcoming projects that he and I will be working on together in the next four months. Bruce was very intrigued with me, as I saw him becoming more and more interested in our conversation. I mean how interesting is the topic of mergers and acquisitions, different clientele and various accounts that we have to manage in the upcoming months? 




Mergers & Acquisitions: 10 Years



(This story is written with the extremely gracious permission of USAFTNT, who was kind enough to not only allow me to follow-up his story but encouraged me to write it anyway I thought it should go.

Quite a while ago, I read a story titled "Mergers and Acquisitions" by USAFTNT. Briefly, a rich man named Ron became infatuated with Toni, who was married to Stephan, one of his employees. Getting him out of town, he drugged Toni at a party and had sex with her. In spite of that, she was quite taken with him and agreed to spend a week with him. During that time he whisked her around the country and wined and dined her. At the end, she chose him and never went back to her husband. 

I didn't like the storyline itself. However the author obviously wrote well enough to leave an impression deep enough to make me want to write my idea of what might have transpired after the end of his story. We never found out what happened to Stephan, or them. This is my idea of what MIGHT have occurred.)

*

"Hi. Can I help you?"

The blonde woman standing on the steps, with her finger still poised over the doorbell, hesitated. With a look of surprise on her face she replied, "I was looking for Stephen."

"Oh, he's not home yet," the attractive woman, also a blonde, standing in the doorway said. She noticed, but avoided commenting on, the mingled look of surprise, sadness, and even a slight hint of relief on the other woman's face. "Please, come in. I'm sure he'll be back anytime now." She ushered the visitor inside the spacious, airy house and led her to a comfortably furnished family room.

"Have a seat. Would you like something to drink? I have some lemonade in the refrigerator but I was in the process of making ice tea if you'll give me a moment." The hostess smiled. "Can't have a proper visit in the South without ice tea, you know. By the way, I'm Stephanie."

The visitor hesitated again. "Tanya, I'm Tanya." 

"Pleased to meet you Tanya." Stephanie extended her hand and appeared not to notice Tanya seemed reluctant to shake it. "You make yourself at home. I'll be right back." she bustled through the archway to one side of the room. The sounds of glasses clinking together came to Tanya's ears.

The visitor moved slowly around the room. She paused to examine her surroundings. There were plaques and photographs scattered all over the walls. Her breath caught in her throat as she stopped in front of a picture of the man she had come to see. It was a casual pose. He was leaning over a railing on what looked to be a deck, or perhaps a dock. His hair was ruffled as though the wind was blowing. He smiled broadly, as though he had not a care in the world. His arm was around the woman who had let her in.

The jangle of a phone interrupted her thoughts. She could make out Stephanie's voice but not what was being said. She inched closer towards the kitchen, only to hastily turn her attention back to the wall, where her eyes fixed on a framed certificate.

"Hey, sorry about that." Stephanie came into the room with a tall glass pitcher and two glasses filled with ice. "Little brothers," she shook her head in mock disgust. "They're a pain when they're tag-alongs at 10 and even when they're grown up they're still always checking on you." She set the tray down and poured two glasses full. "I hope you like it sweet, Tanya. I'm afraid that's the only way we drink it here."

"That's fine," replied Tanya as she accepted the glass. Her eyes remained on the wall. "I thought doctors put their diplomas and such up in their offices."

"Well," Stephanie smiled. "I would if I had an office. I'm an emergency room doctor. To me, the office is the couch in the doctors' lounge." She ushered Tanya to a pair of overstuffed chairs, placing the tray and pitcher on a small table between them. "Its where I first met Stephan, in fact," She added as they both sat down.

"The doctors' lounge?"

"No, the emergency room. He was brought in after a car accident. A woman swerving to miss a dog had plowed into his car. He had a broken arm and a nasty gash on his leg. I was lucky enough to be the one to patch him up."

Tanya nodded absent-mindedly "What," she stumbled and started over. "What are you to Stephen? If I might ask."

"Oh!" Stephanie seemed nonplussed. "Why, I'm his wife. Have been for 5 years now." She set her glass down and looked in surprise at Tanya. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone who worked with Stephan. May I ask where you know him from?"

The other woman hesitated visibly and then said "I knew him from a company where he used to work. I had heard he was living here now and thought I might look him up for old times sake."

Stephanie sighed. "Then you know about his former job then, and his employer, and," her face tightened visibly," and that whore he was married to at one time."

Tanya looked shocked. "Did Stephen tell you that?"

"Oh my goodness no. I found that out on my own. Or rather my family did."

"Your family?"

In response Stephanie handed Tanya a framed picture that was on the back of the table between their chairs. Tanya looked it over. It was full of people, including Stephanie and Stephen. There were eight others there. Five of them wore police uniforms. Of the other three, one was a red haired female in her mid 20's and the other two were teenage boys. 

"My mother and father, my sister and her husband, and my brother. Two inspectors, two sergeants and squirt finally a detective now. All they had to do was hear a whisper that I thought this guy Stephen was cute and they were digging into his past. Add my sister to that," Stephanie pointed at the redhead. "She's a writer for 'Rolling Stone' and has some very interesting connections with several government agencies. It took about three days and I had all the information about him."

"I guess if you worked up there with him you're familiar with the whole sordid story. No point in going over it again in detail. His boss, Ron, decided he was in love with Stephan's wife, Toni. He got Stephen out of town and drugged and took advantage of Toni. And she apparently thought it was great. She went back to see him. He wined and dined her and in less than ten days she left the man she had been married to for five years. Imagine Stephen's surprise and shock when he got home to discover what had happened."

Tanya took a deep breath. Before she could speak, Stephanie went on. "Did you know that the bitch didn't even tell him face to face? She sent him a note, a fucking NOTE, telling him that she was sorry but she had realized she had found the true love of her life. She hoped it wouldn't hurt him too much, but that was the way things had turned out and he should get on with his life like she was getting on with hers."

"There's two sides to every story," Tanya interjected.

"I don't care. As far as I'm concerned she was a slut, and she definitely was a whore." When Tanya gasped Stephanie looked the other woman directly in the eyes and asked, "What would you call a woman who fucked a guy for pretty toys and trips to Vegas?"

"She was in love."

"She said that before, to Stephen, when they dated, when he asked her to marry him. She had said it for years and it evaporated in a heartbeat."

"He could have tried to do something, anything," Tanya burst out. "He could have fought for her, not just rolled over and given up. He didn't even try to see her. He just let her go."

"Oh, he did try to see her." At Tanya's startled look Stephanie nodded vigorously. "He tried to get into the mansion where Toni had taken up residence. A couple of security guards caught him and beat him pretty badly when he tried to get past them."

"That was a great excuse for Ron. Before that day was over he had Stephen fired from work and filed both charges of Criminal Trespass and got a restraining order against him. Ron was rich and money can buy a lot of things, a judge and justice included. When Stephen persisted in his attempts to see Toni, well, his car was burned, his house was vandalized and he was brutally 'mugged' by several unknown assailants one night.

"The divorce went through while he was in the hospital recovering. I'm almost amused that she charged him with 'Mental Cruelty'. She has an affair, runs off with her lover in the space of a week, and HE was cruel."

"Oh," Tanya blanched. "I, I didn't know about that. About the grounds for divorce, I mean. I just knew they were divorced."

"He didn't have a job, a wife or much of anything else to hold him where he was. He scraped together enough to get a car, loaded what was left of his stuff and hit the road. He wasn't going anywhere, just wandering. Fortunately, by the whim of fate, or an act of God, he stopped here."

Stephanie sat back in her chair, remembering. "It was a slow night when the ambulance brought him into the ER. I had been chatting a bit with the other paramedics. I used to be an EMT before I went to Med School and I am still fascinated by what they encounter on a routine basis. Well my encounter that night changed my life."

"The responders had called the vitals in on the two people they were transporting. I was ready. The man was hurt worse, so I took him first." She smiled. "My first impression of him was I thought I was going to have to sit on him. He kept insisting that he was alright and that I should look at the woman first. I finally lost my temper and told him I was the damn Doctor and I would make the judgments about treatment." She laughed merrily. "That may be the last time I ever managed to shut him up so completely."

"So that was how the whole thing started?" asked Tanya, her eyes wary, but strangely curious.

"Well, 'started' may be too strong a word. I really was intrigued by him. He was worried about the other woman, worried about her car, even worried about the darn stray dog. But he didn't seem to care anything at all about himself. Add to the mix he was a handsome, sexy man and well, I guess that's what I get for being into 'Wuthering Heights'. If he had been named 'Heathcliff' I would have swooned at his feet."

Tanya gave an uncertain smile. "He was always a sexy guy. I remember..." She suddenly sat up. "That is, I saw him at work, you know." She floundered, "He always seemed to look really good. You could tell he stayed in shape."

Stephanie seemed not to notice Tanya's confusion. "Oh yeah. That's how I started my pursuit. I discovered he belonged to a gym and joined it. Then I found out when he worked out and started exercising at the same time he did."

"It sounds like you found out a lot in a hurry," the other woman said.

Stephanie smiled. "I'm a respected member of the community. My family has been here since the early 1800's. And my well known parents don't hurt either. The county may have grown over the years but in some ways its still a small Southern country area. People gossip."

"Oh, he was polite, unfailingly courteous and a complete gentleman. He was complimentary and his smile never went past his lips. It was his eyes. You couldn't see anything in them. Just a reflection of what was around him. No warmth, no laughter. Cold and dead. My father told me he remembered eyes like that from his active service in the Marine Corps. Men who had seen too much and locked their emotions away because their souls hurt too much."

I finally got him to say 'Yes' to a dinner date." Stephanie smiled. "I had asked him out more than once before he gave in. I think my persistence wore him down. I was careful though. I could sense that I would have to take things very slow, give him a chance to relax and be himself with me." She paused and sighed. "Give him a chance to trust me."

"I was falling in love with him anyway, in love with a man who's emotions were locked so tightly that I don't know if he even realized what I felt. After several months I was getting desperate. I didn't know how to find the man I was sure was under that shell."

"How did you do it?" asked Tanya quietly. Her hands were clasped together in her lap and the knuckles were white.

"By pushing him until he broke. I led him on one night. I got enough alcohol into him to relax him. Then," Stephanie's eyes filled with tears, "Then I was horrible. I talked about 'Her'. I rambled on, making comparisons about him and the lover. I commented on what must have transpired. God I've never hated myself as I did that night. I knew it had to be done, but I was dying inside every time I mentioned her name. But I'm a doctor. When something is infected you have to cut it open and drain the pus.

"I can't even tell you what the final remark was that pushed him over the edge. All of a sudden he was shouting. He had me by the shoulders, gripping me so hard he left bruises, which thank GOD he never saw. He raved, he yelled, he finally let all the pent-up bitterness out in a flood that almost washed me away.

"Finally by the end he was on his knees sobbing and I was on my knees sobbing with him. Don't hand me crap about 'real men don't cry'. I know better than that. He was torn up inside and he had blocked it for too long.

"I took him to bed that night. I just held him and he held me. We didn't make love for weeks after that night, even though I spent almost every night with him" Her face relaxed and she almost giggled. "Thank you Lord that when we finally did, well, I don't care how rich or hung or whatever that other man was. Toni was a FOOL to let a lover like Stephan get away."

"Maybe she was," Tanya said softly. She shook her head. "So then, you lived happily ever after, at least until now?" 

Stephanie ignored the undercurrent in the other woman's words. "Oh no, it wasn't that easy. Even after we had moved in together it wasn't smooth sailing by any means of the word. Stephen, like me, is the kind of guy who believes in 'ever-after'. But what had happened to him made him suspicious, paranoid even. He would unexpectedly come by work, or call me. I knew he was checking up on me. Once I had gone out with my former EMT partner and his wife and my cell phone had gone dead. He quizzed me for hours when I got home. I know darn well he went back and checked out my story." 

There was a lot of what the shrinks call 'performance problems'. After a while I could sense it coming. He would close his eyes, seeing her instead of me and he would start to go away from me, both mentally and physically. I got damn good at oral sex. Of course," Stephanie grinned naughtily, "He did too."

The worst thing was that he found it so hard to open his heart completely to me. He held a little back for the longest time. That's what took the longest. But persistence and love will wear down the hardest wall. There were times though it really hurt when he would shut me out. But I held on. WE held on. He wanted someone he knew he could trust. I knew that, and knew that he had troubles trusting. So when he tested me I didn't let it get to me."

"With all that, I'm amazed you stayed with him."

Stephanie gave Tanya a look that could have frozen the tea in the pitcher between them. "I learned when I was a girl you don't give up on someone you love just because things are rough."

"My parents taught me that. No one would have given extreme odds that they would have ever got together, much less stay together and still be so much in love. He was a widower still in grief from the loss of his first wife, his high school sweetheart. She had been cruelly betrayed by her lover, who not only cheated on her but rubbed it in her face. Add on top of that her lover was a woman..."

Tanya interrupted "Your mother is a lesbian?"

"And with five kids too." Stephanie replied. "No silly, she wasn't, and isn't, a lesbian. She looked for love in more than one place before she found my dad. Love with another woman happened to be one of those places."

"Perhaps we all look in different places," Tanya said sadly. She lifted her head and a sudden defiance shone in her eyes. "Perhaps we realize that we were wrong and that the greatest thing in our life is what we left behind."

"I suppose that could be true." Stephanie's gaze hardened to match Tanya's. "But sometimes its too late to go back. Sometimes someone else has found that discarded thing and made it her own. Here, let me show you something else."

Stephanie took Tanya's elbow and guided her down the hallway. She pressed her forefinger to her lips in a gesture asking for silence, before leading the other woman down the hall to peek into an open door.

Tanya froze. The room was filled with toys and games and decorated with posters of all kinds. But the crowning touch was the little boy asleep on the single bed, curled up on a Chicago Cubs spread. Tanya drank in the sight of the boy, probably about four. 

"He looks just like Stephan," she whispered.

Stephanie nodded, leading Tanya away from the room. "He's the spitting image of his Father. I think the only thing he seems to have got from me is my temper. He CAN stir up a fuss. But he's our angel."

A look of longing swept over Tanya's face, sweeping the determination away. "Yours?"

"Ours," Stephanie confirmed. "Mine and Stephan's. And he doesn't even know yet..."

"What doesn't he know?" Asked Tanya

"He knows I took the day off to see MY Doctor today. What he doesn't know is why." She nodded towards the bedroom. "Stephan, Junior there is going to have a little brother or sister."

"Oh," was all that the stunned Tanya could manage. She swept her eyes around the house, looking down the hallway and then at the woman in front of her, who looked back at he with the light of knowledge in her eyes.

"I think," Tanya swallowed hard. "I think I really need to be going. I think I'm out of time."

"I think you are too," Stephanie said calmly. She followed Tanya to the front door. The two women looked at each other. Neither spoke. Then Tanya almost rushed to her car, started the engine and pulled out of the driveway. Stephanie saw the other woman rest her head on the steering wheel for a minute. Tanya finally lifted her head, wiped her eyes, and drove away.

Stephanie stood on the front steps and waved until the car had disappeared. She turned the other way and waved again. A solid color Ford LTD started up and the driver pulled up and waved back, before turning around and heading off the opposite way.

"That's my little brother," Stephanie said out loud. "Always looking out for me." She watched fondly until the unmarked sheriff's department car rounded the corner. Once more she turned back in the direction Tanya's car had gone.

"I guess you didn't realize, 'Tanya', that the moment you reached town and started asking about Stephen that same family of cops would hear about it and go immediately into high gear. I knew who you were before you even found our address.

"Stephen's not here because I made sure he wouldn't be. If you thought for a second that I was going to let a pathetic bitch like you make any attempt to hurt my man and my family, after all you did to him, you were sadly mistaken. I don't care that you 'didn't know'. I know damn well that you didn't give a shit.

"Yeah, its too bad. I don't know why you would have been surprised that a man who drugged and raped one man's wife would do that to another. I don't know why you wouldn't have known that Ron would come to the realization that if you would run off from one husband just for a big cock and expensive toys that you might again. I know he didn't trust you out of his sight and its almost delicious that you didn't know that. You'd already proved that to you 'Love' and 'Faithfulness' were just words.

"Well, he 'fell in love' again didn't he? Only the climate had changed a bit and when that wife didn't respond and he tried hard ball again that this time there were Sexual Harassment charges and lawsuits and then a rape complaint. He managed to escape prison but it about destroyed his empire. Then your wandering eye caught hold of someone else. I bet Ron wasn't surprised at all but you were when he held you to that pre-nuptial agreement. Shame that other guy turned out not to have any money and he didn't even bother to drug you before raping. Not that you would have needed drugging.




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"You made your bed. Lie in it. Stephen's mine now. He wouldn't take you back even if I wasn't around, but he's too nice a guy not to feel sympathy even for the likes of you. You would cause him confusion, and you could cause him heartache, and before I'd let that happen I'd kick your fucking ass."

Stephanie walked back into the house, carefully closing the door. She checked on her still sleeping son and gently kissed him. Going to the phone she called the first number on the speed dial.

"Hi Honey. No, everything's fine. I just called to see what time you'll be home so I can start supper. What would you like? Steak is great, but you eat a salad too, with no blue cheese dressing and no sour cream on your baked potato. I know I'm unreasonable Stephen, that's what you get for marrying a doctor. How was your day? Really? No, tell me about it when you get home. It will make for a nice dinner chat to hear about your day. Mine was nothing special. I just finished sweeping some old trash out." 

A warm smile spread over Stephanie's face. "I do have some news you might be interested in though." She dropped her free hand to her stomach and gently stroked it. "Oh its very good news. No, I won't spoil it on the phone. It will just make you get home all the faster knowing I have something special to tell you." She listened for a moment. "I love you too, Stephen. Hurry home."

(The End)



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Occasionally I kept looking around the room at their faces, making sure they still weren't all giving me that death glare. Daniel was pre-occupied with another business partner of his, Pierson was engaged in a conversation with another manager, while Brent was occupied with his mentor and yet Eric stood to be the odd one out. He was the only one, was who was not listening to his mentor he kept staring at me with a mischievous and wicked gaze one in which is making my pussy throb with excitement. 

My lewd thoughts were coming into play here, but I knew that I had to postpone the naughty things that I was planning on doing with Eric later tonight. I needed to focus on the important words that were coming out of Bruce's mouth. I was still in my daydream between wanting to fuck all of these beautiful older men, who I knew a majority of them have wives but I could give a shit honestly. My eyes kept wandering, and they caught the attention of Bruce's slacks I was imagining his cock being at least 8 or 9 inches, thick circumcised and hard as a rock. 

After about a good half hour of getting to know Bruce and what his approach was to our first merger proposal, the meeting was finally adjourned. I got up with Bruce as he shook my hand goodbye, and decided to stay back to walk with Brent and Eric. Of course, the dynamic duo without hesitation hurried to my side and began to walk with me back to my desk. Just as I was leaving the conference room, Pierson and Daniel were right behind me and I saw Pierson was not only jealous but furious that I had not one, but two guys all over me. 

Hey, its not my fault that you're off the market, and or that you married at a young age. A part of me wants to fuck both Pierson and Daniel together, and I have had naughty thoughts about having a threesome with both of them. It was almost noon, and I was getting hungry so I decided to take my lunch break. I decided to meet up with Allison and Olivia to go to a nearby salad joint near the firm. 

Now let me tell you all, what Allison and Olivia look like. 

Allison is a blonde she is 5'5 with a similar body type to mine and hazel green eyes. She usually dresses like me, but sometimes she is slightly flirty with her outfits like short tight dresses, heels, and shorter pencil skirts and tight tops. I know she's doing it to impress our bosses, both Pierson and Daniel. I applaud the woman, I mean come on if you got it, flaunt it am I right? 

And Olivia is also Persian like me; she has beautiful olive skin and jet-black wavy hair. 

Her body is slightly curvier than Allison's and mine but she has curves in all the right places. Rumor has it, that we are known as the "Man-eater trio" and apparently this is actually a thing. Think womanizers, but we are the female version of that male act. I mean come on, all three of us are single, attractive, and horny what are we going to do masturbate solo every night? 

Anyways, we all chit chatted at lunch and we exchanged the usual gossip about the other associates at the firm. It was now around 1:30, and we were getting ready to head back to the office to finish up our projects and tasks for the day. I was due to stay back late, since Eric told me to on purpose because we were going to have a little afternoon romp before we went back to his place later tonight. I was already soaking wet at what he and I were going to do later on, that I could barely even concentrate on sending the draft of the case brief to Pierson. 

It was now 7:00 in the evening, and most of the associates and managers were long gone. Eric told me to meet him, at the elevators and I did. I was particularly excited to see what he had in store for me, since I knew that he liked to be in control. I mean, I mostly enjoy being dominant towards my career but behind closed doors, I become a total submissive to any man who I am with.

Since Eric and I are both associates, we do not have offices like Pierson and the rest of the managers so we had to go back to his place. 

A part of me wishes that we could fuck each other senseless in our cubicles and let the security guards have a good show out of it, but I did not want to risk getting caught with anyone else who may have been lurking on the floor. Much to my dismay, Pierson was purposefully still in his office and began to pack his things to leave just as I waiting for Eric to show up. Moments later the two of them were walking towards the elevators, and I stared at both of them hard. Pierson's gray eyes were furious as he saw Eric push past him to reach me. 

Of course he had to be a total douchebag and strike up a quick conversation with the both us, as we were totally sexed up and ready to screw each other's brains out. "What are the two of you, up to tonight?" He looked at me with a mischievous smirk on that handsome face of his. Eric stopped me from saying a word to him, and responded "Its none of your business, Pierson." I saw him giving Pierson a death glare, as in you make a move on her and you're dead type of look. 

I laughed to myself, and I saw Pierson's devilish smirk begin to develop as he began to chuckle to himself. 

The firm was on the 34th floor and I had to painstakingly deal with the fact that my pussy was practically dripping wet, and the fact that my pheromones were encompassing the small space between the three of us. Eric gave me that brooding look, and his green eyes made me melt. He bent down and whispered into my ear "I can smell you, and my cock is rock hard." Just having his hot breath of my ear, made me nearly pass out with excitement. 

We finally reached the lobby, and Pierson said goodbye to the both of us, and we quickly hurried to hop into Eric's sleek jet black Mercedes Benz SUV.

Eric quickly unzipped his dark gray slacks, and did not even have to tell me to suck him off because I was practically aching to suck him. As we drove through Times Square, I was sucking his cock as hard as I could, showing absolutely no mercy. I could tell that Eric was vocal, just as I am and I loved hearing him moaning and groaning as I began to deep throat his delicious hard on. 

His cock was an impressive 8 and a half inches, thick, circumcised and covered in my saliva. 

With one hand on the wheel, Eric grasped my long dark brunette hair in a ponytail and began to yank it firmly but with just enough pain that made me suck him ever harder than ever before. We then finally reached his apartment down in Tribeca and we proceeded to head into the parking garage and into his apartment complex. Eric and I practically chased each other to his place, and when we finally reached the elevator he immediately began passionately kissing me hard on my lips. I needed his cock and tongue inside of my pussy, now. 

We finally got to the 18th floor of his apartment complex and he has a rather sleek and modern apartment over looking Tribeca. Once we got inside, the both of us could not contain ourselves as we began to practically tear our clothes off, and immediately headed towards his room. He led me to his huge king sized bed with dark blue sheets, donned with two huge black and white pillows. Eric told me to sit down and close my eyes, and I did so. 

Eric then instructed me to not make a sound, or else I would get a punishment. Oooh, getting fifty shades of grey with me now huh? Not wanting to receive my punishment, I obeyed his command. I kept my eyes closed, and waited ever so patiently as I began to hear Eric opening a drawer and pulling out something. I was not entirely sure as to what it was, but I was extremely eager and soaking wet to know. 

He then crouched beside the bed next to me, and told me to open my eyes. He had pulled out a jet-black crochet necktie and red flogger. I was mesmerized, to see that he was indeed a dominant man it was crystal clear that he was into BDSM. My eyes widened in joy, and my pussy was even more drenched just know that Eric is going to tie me up, and make me his vulnerable submissive tonight. 

Eric then explained to me, that he wants me to feel safe and not scared. He said the safe word would be "Empire" and I agreed on it. I was already feeling safer than scared; I had experienced dominance like this with other men, before but never to this extent. It was already making me ready to submit to all of his deepest, and darkest desires and I was going to obey all of them in order to satisfy the both of us. 

He laid me back onto the bed, and began to tie both of my hands together behind my back as I stared at him seductively into his beautiful green eyes. "If you move, I am going to bend you over my knee, and give that delicious ass of yours a spanking" He said, with confidence. I tried so hard to but I really needed to get his cock inside of me and I definitely could not wait any longer. 

Eric quickly went to his drawer and pulled out a dark blue silk blindfold and began to put it over my eyes. 

This made me even more soaking wet, as I was totally and completely in his control now. He quickly got onto the bed, and began to part my legs firmly but slowly and began to trace my drenched shaven pussy lips with his index and middle fingers. His hot breath was in my ear now and he said to me "I want you to fucking ravage you tonight, and you're mine now do you understand?" I nodded my head, in agreement towards his statement. Eric slowly bent down and began to stick one of his thick fingers inside of my soaking wet cunt. 

"You're so fucking tight, god I loved your pussy from the moment I finger fucked you in the conference room earlier." I blushed as I quickly remembered our little tryst earlier today and I was wanting more and more after he left me unsatisfied. Before I knew it, he had his skillful tongue all over my velvety smooth pussy lips and began to tongue fuck me so deep while he stuck two more fingers deep inside of me. I began to moan, in pleasure and I heard Eric's sexy laugh while he was catching some air from tongue and finger fucking me.

I was moaning even louder now, when he replaced his fingers with his huge cock. I knew it must have been about 8 or 9 inches, extremely thick and circumcised. Eric then blurted out, "Oh god, you are a tight little bitch, aren't you?" "You want to be my nasty whore, tonight huh?" just hearing him say those words to me was making me approach my climax. Eric was now fucking me senseless, and showed absolute no mercy. 

He was grunting and moaning, and our bodies are covered in sweat. I felt myself reaching my orgasm with each and every thrust from Eric's rock hard shaft. I could tell that he was close to shooting his seed deep inside of my soaking wet cunt. Eric slapped my ass hard, and it was sending waves of pleasure directly to my pussy until finally I came on his cock. 

Moments later, Eric began to shoot his hot creamy seed inside of me and both collapsed into each other's arms. 

I felt him undo my hands, and remove my blindfold so that now I was staring at his hypnotizing green eyes. He was staring back at me, and began to caress my hair with his right hand and grabbed my face gently, and planted a soft passionate kiss on my lips. I was in a state of complete satisfaction and I had just had hot sex with my attractive coworker!

The two of us continued talking a bit about the projects that we have with our mentors, and Eric finally admitted that he was super jealous when Bruce became my mentor because he wished it was him instead.

I playfully teased him, and kept playing with his now spent cock. It was truly an amazing size, not super large but just enough to bring me to a state of euphoria. I was starting to have thoughts of nailing him in the office late one night, and having Pierson watch us. I bet he has a voyeuristic side to him; as well I can't possibly be the only one. Snapping back into reality, Eric decided that the two of us should be extremely daring and go for round 2 on his huge balcony. 

It was already dark outside, so there couldn't really be any peeping toms and perverts out here that enjoy watching us and stroking their meat but hey, I thoroughly enjoy watching and being watched so I immediately agreed. I saw a wicked grin develop on Eric's face as I agreed to his daring desire. Something told me inside that he had done this before, but I loved it and couldn't wait to get out there. Eric then chased me to the balcony. 

I was standing completely naked, next to Eric who by the way has the most deliciously muscular and toned body that it just makes me want to ravage him in every way possible. We then began to passionately explore our bodies, as our hands roamed freely over each curvature and crevice. Then something carnal, and raw happened to Eric, it's as if he almost became an instant wild animal who is on the hunt for his prey. Eric quickly grabbed me and lifted my right leg over the railing then bent me over it and began to crouch down to start licking my soaking wet cunt.

Shortly afterwards, he stroked his hard shaft along my pussy lips and teased me with his pre cum soaked mushroom head. I guided his hard meat into my drenched cunt, and began to thrust into me hard to the point where I felt shockwaves not only throughout my body but also directly in my pussy. Eric then showed absolutely no remorse, as he grasped my neck in his strong hands and began to pound my cunt so hard that I thought I was going to faint. I was super dizzy, as I felt my second orgasm beginning to stir up inside of me. 

As I approaching my orgasm, Eric was slapping my ass repeatedly and mouthing dirty words that I could not put together, but I heard him grunting and moaning each and every time he was fucking me mercilessly. Our bodies were covered in perspiration and sex juices, as I began to cum all over his cock. I felt my pussy clenching down on his throbbing manhood when finally he spurted all of his creamy cum inside of me. 

He then withdrew himself out of my now stretched hole, and it heard it plop as he did it. His cum felt so delicious dripping out of my pussy and onto his balcony floor. I quickly thought to myself thank god I'm on the pill; otherwise I would be in so much trouble. Eric then passionately kissed me, one last time before I heard my phone buzz. 

I quickly ran to it, as Eric followed me to the living room. 

"Who's texting you this late, in the evening?" he asked, with a jealous tone of voice. I rolled my eyes at my screen and said "Oh god, its Pierson!" I was shocked to see a text message from him, because he was in the elevator with us and was going home to his wife, Cecilia. Eric then blurted out, "What the fuck does he want from you?" he said with fury. "I have no fucking idea, the bastard probably needs something from me. I read the text and it was in capital letters EMERGENCY! Be at my office in 15 minutes and no later than that. 

I quickly got dressed and apologized to Eric about leaving him so early. He understood, and offered to take me back to the office. I was grateful, and accepted his offer as he began to get dressed in a dark great V-neck t-shirt and dark blue jeans with sandals. I slipped on my outfit, and heels as we began to depart his apartment complex. 

We quickly jumped into his car, and I kept staring at my watch seeing that I only had 10 minutes to make it to Pierson's office before I was going to be yelled at. 

Eric sped the entire time, and well it was necessary since he hated Pierson's guts and so did I for making us delay our heated tryst. We finally reached the firm, and as I was getting out of the car Eric grasped my hand gently and whispered into my ear "This isn't over yet." With a sexy smirk on his face he said that he and I were going to continue this, another night since it was getting pretty late and we had to be back in the office early tomorrow morning. I agreed, and kissed him softly on his lips and said goodbye and goodnight as he vroomed away. 

I began hurrying as fast as I could to make it up to the 34th floor, and with just 5 minutes to spare I finally reached the firm. I got out of the elevator, and my heart was pounding and I immediately began to have thoughts like what if he fires me? Oh god, I thought I was going to faint again but this time out of fear. I knocked on Pierson's door, and he opened it. He had a look of plain jealously and fury in his gray eyes. 

I sat down on one of the black leather chairs, as he began to sit down behind his large wooden desk. He was staring at me hard, and I could just feel something was definitely wrong. "Pierson, why am I here so late?" I asked, annoyed as hell. In which he quickly responded to, "You're here because we have to address a few things, Ms. Masters." Oh, getting formal now I thought to myself. 

"And what exactly must we address, Sir?" I asked, sticking to his formal tone. 

"First of all, why the hell were you going home with Eric Johnson?" He said furiously.

"Pierson, it really is none of your business what I do with my personal life, even if it means going home with a fellow co-worker." I said with pride. 

"Well, you're right but I bet he doesn't fuck as well as I do." He said with a devilish smirk.

"Yeah you wish, Pierson. I said, mocking him.

"You wish, Pierson? Don't test me, Jenna. You know exactly what I want from you, otherwise you would not get your gorgeous ass in my office." He said, with confidence. 

Actually, I had no idea why he wanted me to be here. I seriously thought there was some immediate emergency with one of our accounts or mergers. Pierson then got up from his desk, and walked over to my side and crouched down near me. He placed his right hand, on my exposed knee and began to slide it further into my inner thigh and I could feel myself getting extremely soaking wet, since I was extremely sensitive and quickly remembered that there was still remnants of Eric's seed inside of me. 

I quickly turned crimson, remembering our heated trysts earlier and kept thinking about it as Pierson already had two of his fingers tracing the outside of my pussy lips, through my lace thong. "Ah, soaking wet, aren't we Jenna?" I was at a loss for words because I simply could not put two and two together and I could have sworn that this was a dream. Pierson then developed a wicked grin on his face, as he began to peel off my cotton thong and he prompted me to take off my pencil skirt. 

I obeyed his command, and did so. I was now half naked, in front of him and he began to lift me up and placed me on his large wooden desk. Pierson instructed me to spread my legs wide open for him, so that he could see how gorgeous and freshly fucked my pussy was. I was practically oozing with Eric's cum inside of me and he began to trace Eric's cum all over my smooth lips with his index and middle fingers. I am super sensitive from being fucked just about 20 minutes ago, and his fingers feel like ecstasy on my cunt.

I heard him say, "Eric really fucked you nice and hard, didn't he?" I nodded my head, because I did not want Pierson to stop playing with my silky smooth cunt. He started to stroke my clit with his thumb, as he began to bury his clean shaven face into my soaking wet snatch. I winced and let out a soft moan and grasped onto his short blonde hair as he fastidiously licked and sucked on my pussy. In between breaths he said, "You have no fucking idea, how much I wanted to eat your cunt. 

Since the moment you stepped into my office, I wanted you and now, I get to have you." 

When I heard him say that, I instantly blushed crimson because it was true, that I wanted him equally if not more. Pierson was now tongue fucking me with no mercy, he gave it his all and I dug my nails into his back as he tongue fucked my tight hole. I moaned so loud, I thought someone in the office may have heard me, but Pierson assured me that the two us were completely alone. Pierson was now, adding his index and middle fingers inside of me while he kept stimulating my clit with his skillful tongue. 




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I felt my orgasm beginning to arise in my body, as Pierson kept tongue and finger fucking me. I was gripping onto him and wrapped my legs around him, indicating that I was going to cum. I screamed out, "Pierrrrsonnnnnn... ohhh fuckkkk baby, I'm cuuummmminngggg... as I spewed my hot liquid all over into his mouth. He licked me cleaned, and I winced because my pussy is extremely sensitive to his tongue. 

"Fuck, you are a delicious young piece of ass and I cannot wait to sink my married meat into your young cunt one day." He devilishly smirked at me and promised that one day that will happen. 

I yearned for that day, and I knew that it is fate that I ended up working at this law firm. Not only am I getting paid a six figure paycheck, I get to be as sexually adventurous with not only Eric, but Pierson, but also some day I can be with Daniel and Brent as well. 

I kissed Pierson goodnight, dressed and began to head to the elevator. Pierson stared at me, from his office and winked at me. I did the same, and blew him a kiss as I got into the elevator. I thought to myself "Welcome to the corporate life, baby!"