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Tina Inc. Ch. 01

By: GGordonly



Chapter 1: Don't Forget Your Laptop

Derrick was chastising himself all way back to his house. It was unlike him to forget his laptop, but Mr. Strom was still less than pleased he would have to make the thirty minute trek from his office to retrieve it. To make matters worse he'd left his house key on his desk and would have to hope his wife Tina was not still at the gym working out. Pulling up their long winding drive Derrick was surprised to see a black Cadillac De Ville and a grey Mercedes parked behind Tina's dark green Lexus Coupe. He thought it odd but being in a hurry, he quickly dismissed any suspicion assuming Tina's girlfriends must have bought new cars or something. 

Luckily the garage doors were still up allowing him to pull in and get in the house through the side. Entering, he noticed Tina's warm up suit lying over the maple shoe storage bench in the back hallway. She must have just returned from the gym, he thought, concluding she was in the shower because he didn't hear her downstairs. He'd nearly forgotten about the strange cars in the driveway as he grabbed his computer bag out of the closet and started back to his car. It suddenly hit him he didn't hear any water running. Warily he placed his bag on the floor in front of the door and went to look for Tina. She wasn't in any of the downstairs rooms and for a moment he thought about calling her name aloud, but the unfamiliar autos caused him pause. What if they're criminals or something, he considered? It wouldn't be too bright to alert them to his presences unnecessarily.

Cautiously he began ascending the back stairway to the second floor. Approximately half way up he heard the sound of male voices speaking in muffled tones. It sounded as thought they were in his bedroom. Derrick continued his slow but steady progress straining to hear exactly what the men were saying, hoping to ascertain their numbers. As he reached the top landing he could see his bedroom door was ajar and the men's words became perceptible.

"Yeah! Now that's what I like."

Derrick was beginning to hear another sound; sort of a muffled moaning. The voice sounded female. Pressing his body tightly against the wall he tiptoed down the hall toward the bedroom.

"Ughhh..." groaned another man.

"Didn't I tell you it would be worth every cent," exclaimed a third male voice.

The closer Derrick came to the door the more distinctly he could separate the sounds. There seemed to be one female, whose whimpering noises were muted sounding as though she were gagged or something and at least three men two of whom were also making similar moans, although not muffled. Derrick's mind raced almost as fast as his heart now pounding in his chest. These guys must have broken in and either Tina walked in on them while they were robbing the place or they attacked as she came home from the gym. Anger and fear gripped him as he realized they must be raping her at this very moment.

"I told you this bitch was one hot slut," a man laughed.

The other two men acknowledged with hearty grunts. Derrick heard the distinct sound of a hard slapped on skin followed by a stifled squeal from Tina. He was right outside the door. Carefully he peered through the opening to see Tina on all fours upon their bed sandwiched between a large muscular black man who was standing feet on the floor fucking Tina from behind and a tough looking white guy with tattoos all over his arms and back kneeling in front; Tina sucking passionately on his cock. Derrick tried to see the other man, but the door obscured his view.

"Yeah, baby!" the black guy grunted, "You love my big fat cock fucking your tight little white pussy, don't you?" 

Tina was humping her hips madly meeting each furious thrust from the man and with equal vigor devouring the other guy's dick. The sounds of sucking, fucking, moaning and groaning filled the room spilling loudly into the hallway. If Tina were being raped, he thought, she certainly seemed to be enjoying it. The sudden rush of adrenalin stirred by anger and fear that his wife was being assaulted came just as quickly crashing down as the realization hit him that whatever he was witnessing it was with her eager involvement. Derrick too stunned to move stood stone still watching in horror as his lovely sweet Tina serviced two men at the same time.

"Arggghhh...I'm cumming," growled the white guy kneeling on the bed in front of Tina.

At the pronouncement Tina made two long bobs down on his shaft before pulling back and jacking him off into her open mouth. The semen intermittently squirted and oozed out the majority hitting different parts of Tina's face with a couple jets splattering on her dangling C cups. Tina loved getting laid, the naughty girl grin and lustful greedy gleam in her eye while it happen revealed just how much. Derrick had seen it every time he fucked her. Now that same unabashed expression of pure carnal delight was clearly noticeable on her cum drenched face.

The black man continued his relentless thrusting every muscle in his massive chest straining as he dug his finger tips into the soft creamy white flesh of her hips. Tina lowered her head placing both hands firmly on the mattress focusing solely on the man fucking her. The once muffled moans were now loud and enthusiastic.

"Oh God YES! YES...OOOHHHH...SHIT YEAH...FUCK ME BABY. SLAM YOUR BIG FAT BLACK COCK IN ME," she cried.

"Yeah man...fuck that juicy cunt hard," cheered the man behind the door.

The voice sounded oddly familiar, but Derrick couldn't quite place it. The white guy had moved from in front of Tina around to her side and was sliding his hands down her back and through her ass crack. Derrick still unable to move gaped dumb struck as the man began fingering Tina's anus. Further crushing the now broken hearted husband was the fervent encouragement she gave him to proceed.

"You know what I like," Tina moaned a broad smile noticeable when she raised her head to look back at him, "Mmmmm...Delicious."

The black guy was quickly nearing ejaculation while the white guy had inserted a second finger into Tina's ass. A loud roar proceed a final thrust while the man came holding Tina's buttocks hard against his body. Tina for her part was panting and mewing as she made small hard circles with her ass; grinding her sex around his cock. Finally Tina collapsed onto her stomach as both men pulled their assorted extremities from her. To Derrick's relief the black man was wearing a condom. They all appeared exhausted, but exceptionally pleased.

"I told you she was worth it," said the man behind the door.

"Certainly was," said the black guy starting to put his clothes back on after tossing his used condom in a waste basket near the bed.

The well tattooed white man took hold of Tina and flipped her over turning her to face him at the same time. 

"My turn," he leered.

"Condom first," the unseen man said apparently tossing a box of them at the guy, because one came from out of Derrick's vision and hit the man about to fuck Tina.

"Whatever man," he returned pulling a bright purple wrapper out, tearing it open and sliding a thin clear rubber over his now erect penis.

Tina spread her legs allowing the man to enter her easily. Derrick could no longer see her face, but assumed she had the same lustfully evil expression on it. Grasping her waist tightly he began pummeling into her a gleeful smirk sliding across his mug. Tina's sex rose eagerly to meet each plunge little yelps of ecstasy escaping her lips. Derrick could clearly hear the sound of his balls slapping against the space between her cunt and ass. He knew how much she reveled in that sensation and could only imagine the depths of pleasure she was now enjoying.

"Like I said, two hundred bucks a half hour," the mystery man said flatly to the other guy who had himself disappeared behind the door.

Derrick heard what sounded like money changing hands and quickly realized the black man might walk through the door at any moment. Quickly but quietly he ducked into their daughter's room just as his bedroom door swung open.

"Jimmy, I'll be waiting for you in the car," he said, "Don't be long or you'll be paying for the second half hour."

The white guy fucking Tina furiously grunted his understanding without breaking his rhythm. Tina was moaning loudly again telling Jimmy what a great fuck he was and how delicious his cock felt inside her in a panting breathless coo. Derrick felt as though he would vomit but didn't dare move for fear of alerting them to his presence. The grunting moaning exhibition lasted another five or six minutes before Jimmy came. Derrick thought he heard Tina orgasm at least once probably twice only deepening his sense of violation. Tina had once told him in the throes of passion he had been the only man to make her cum a truth he had believed and treasured. The reality it most certainly wasn't true hurt as much as watching her fuck those men.

The sound of another man bounding down the stairs and out the door brought the sudden thought the men might notice his car parked in the garage. However, the sound of their car starting up and driving off meant they either hadn't notice or hadn't cared. 

"Amazing as usual," the man's voice praised, "Here's your cut, seventy-five percent as usual and they left you a big tip to boot."

"An extra fifty? I guess talent has its rewards. By the way how many more appointments do I have today," Tina asked sweetly.

"You have an eleven and a twelve here," he replied, "And then at one I booked a gang bang at the Regency for some Salesmen types in town for the week. At a thousand for the hour it's a far more efficient gig. You'll probably clear another $200 to $300 in tips."

"I have to be home by three to get Emily off the bus," she said very businesslike.

"Don't worry sweetness you'll be home in plenty of time."

It was then Derrick recognized the voice.

"Evan that rat bastard!" he whispered.

Evan had been a coworker of Tina's at the bank where she worked before deciding to be a stay at home mom. Derrick hated him because he was convinced he was always scheming for a way into her pants. He constantly called her Sweetness. Tina thought Derrick was cute when he was jealous but insisted Evan was only a big harmless flirt.

"I'm going to take a shower before my eleven," Tina said the sound of her bare feet audible as she padded across the hardwood floor between the bedroom and the upstairs bath.

"How about a little something for me," Evan urged following her.

"It's two hundred for a half hour," she teased.

"How much for a five minute quickie?"

"You'd have to ask my pimp," she giggled, "He makes all my arrangements."

"He says to give me one on the house."

There was a long pause broken by the sound of kissing. Derrick edged over to his daughter's bedroom door and peeked out into the hall. Evan was nibbling loudly on the back of Tina's neck not so subtlety attempting to remove the short white silk bathrobe she wore. He managed to untie the silk belt letting the robe fall open. Evan's hands were quickly on her bare breasts fondling them greedily. 

"I've got a customer in less than hour," she protested trying to slip out of his grasp, "If you don't quit it I'll never be ready."

Evan persisted and won. Tina caved and let him have his way with her. Quickly discarding her robe he kissed her hard on the mouth while his hands avariciously pawed at her sex. Tina parted her legs to allow in unfettered access letting out a low moan as his fingers entered her. Evan's middle two fingers buried deep eliciting more frequent and higher decibel sounds. Tina unfasten Evan's belt then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. They fell to his ankles as she plunged her right hand inside his boxers obviously grabbing is cock. 

"I can't wait to slam my rock hard dick in your sweet hole," he growled nipping at her ear.

"Not without a condom...Ohhhh...mmmmm," she panted.

"Way ahead of you sweetness," he leered displaying a bright purple condom wrapper from his shirt pocket.

The smile on Tina's face made Derrick's heart sink. She wanted him. She wanted him to fuck her and she was doing it for free. He wondered how many times Evan had fucked his wife? How long had she been whoring around with that womanizing sleaze bag of a pimp? Derrick wanted nothing more than to barge into the hallway and beat the shit out him, but the truth was more likely he would be the one getting the beating. Evan was at least six inches taller than he and sixty pounds heavier. Evan was one of those guys most men liked as a friend but would never let near their sister. He was tall, dark and handsome and muscular and currently fucking his wife right in front of him, although, neither Evan nor she knew it.

"Ohhhhh...Yes...Yesssss," Tina practically hissed with delight.

Evan had lifted Tina by her ass and lowered her onto his condom sheathed dick. Using the bathroom door to hold most of her weight he was bouncing her up and down his length. Was there anything this guy didn't have over him, he wondered. Even the man's dick put his to shame. Tina was a good eight to nine inches above the base of Evan's shaft and yet his dick was still in her.

"I love your cock," she cooed almost on cue.

"I love sticking my cock in you," he replied smoothly.

Muscles bulging, sweat beading, Tina gasping and moaning and crying out streams of profanities praising and urging Evan were becoming more than Derrick could bear. However, he was trapped in Emily's room. There was no possible way he could slip past the frenzied fucking without being seen. So he stayed motionless eying every wave of pleasure across her face and hearing every ecstatic utterance from her luscious red lips. Mercifully Evan came. Tina dismounted giving him a deeply passionate kiss before doing so. Derrick watched deadly as her pretty swaying ass disappeared into the bathroom. Evan removed the condom and threw it playfully through the door. A screech of disgust followed.

Thankfully Evan received a phone call on his cell and went into their bedroom to answer it closing the door behind him. Derrick tiptoed gingerly out of his daughter's room and down the stairs. For the first time he realized he had a raging hard-on that made his balls hurt. Would the humilities never cease, he thought?

"Next Thursday at seven p.m." Evan seemed to be repeating, "My girl will be there ready and able to make the bachelor boy's last night of freedom a memorable one. It's three hundred a half hour..."

Derrick could listen no longer and continued toward the door Evan's loud voice dying as he reached the knob. Staggering out the door and virtually stumbling down the walk he got to his car and drove off. About half way back to work he remembered his laptop...

Tina Inc. Ch. 02



Chapter 2: How She Ended Up Here

Torrential rains and gusting winds made the drive home from the city almost as brutal as her encounter with the five fat, sweaty and exceptionally drunk salesmen from Milwaukee. Tina barely arrived in time to get Emily off the bus. The rest of the afternoon was spent with her daughter lost in their daily ritual of girl talk, helping with homework and preparing dinner. These moments with Emily were the only times Tina felt normal any more. How strange it all seemed. Living two lives, constantly on her guard trying desperately to shield her family from what she had become. Derrick phoned to tell her he was working late and not to wait up. He sounded odd to her, cold and distant, which was unlike him.

After dinner Tina read a few chapters to Emily from the latest Nancy Drew Mystery they were on before putting her to bed. She couldn't shake the soiled tainted feel crawling all over her skin and decide a hot bath would help. Bubble baths had become a great therapeutic value in soothing away her troubles. Tina slid under the soapy surface immersing her tired mass in the warm comforting liquid. She tried reading a book, but found her thoughts slipping regretfully into self-reflection. How had she ended up here? 

Two years ago she was a bored housewife living a naively uneventful existence in her protected suburban universe. How long ago and just yesterday it all seemed now. Maybe she married too young? She was, after all a babe of nineteen when she and Derrick tied the knot. Ten years her senior he was everything her father wasn't; stable, kind and present. The fact there had never been much of a physical attraction, at least on her part, hadn't seemed important then. Tina needed a way out her unbearable home situation and Derrick was there adoring her in a way no other man ever had. 

Their first few years together were tougher than she thought they would be. The constant doting attention she found endearing at the start was making her feel smothered. Sex or more accurately the lack of sex put an awful strain on an already tenuous relationship. Derrick appeared perfectly content with a five minute missionary romp twice a week. Tina wasn't a trollop before meeting her husband, but had enough experience to know it could be far better, more frequent and wilder especially for newlyweds. Her only release was her job at the bank. Starting as a teller she moved rapidly up the ranks to customer service supervisor. Along with the enjoyment she received from her job there was also the friendships she forged with some of her coworkers. Twice a month the girls from the office would get together and go dancing until the wee hours of the morning. Early on Tina tried to get Derrick to go with them, but he acted like an old fart most of the time not wanting to dance or whining to leave early. She quickly stopped asking him.

The nights out with the girls were infrequent enough that he didn't mind her going alone. He took advantage of the free time to hang with his own friends. However, Tina was certain if Derricked had known how often her coworker Evan Thomas met up with the girls he would not have been so willing to let her go. Derrick hated Evan, convinced he was scheming to get her into bed. Tina down played their relationship. She teased her husband constantly he should see a professional about his apparent paranoid tendencies. In actuality Tina was terribly attracted to her handsome colleague and wholly flattered by his relentless pursuit of her affections. 

"Harmless flirting," she said aloud scooting her buttocks forward in the tub to allow her head full submersion.

The lies she told herself, she thought staring up through the soapy water eyes burning. What if I take a breath, she wondered, end it all with one gulp? Thoughts of Emily flooded her mind pushing the foolish notion from her tired consciousness. Tina forced her body upright. Splashes of hot sudsy bath water leapt over the sides of the claw-footed tub hitting the white tiled floor with a splat.

She had no intentions of doing anything beyond flirting with the ruggedly beautiful boy. However, she knew deep down she was merely deceiving herself. If she had been truly honest from the start she would have admitted where this infatuation was leading her. Reality finally collided with the fairytale she concocted about her virtues and her life. A little too much alcohol at a company outing in mid-July and she was ass bare in the back of Evan's Honda Prelude getting fucked doggie-style by his huge cock.

Tina began to get aroused recalling it. The intensity of her need had shocked her as much as the ease with which Evan had seduced her. His member was fuller and meatier than Derrick's sending delicious tingling sensations through out her entire being. Closing her eyes and resting her head back she let the images wash over her. A hand slid between her parting legs to tickle and tease her erect clit. 

Evan went in and out with smooth efficient strokes. She could feel her cunt lips clinging ever so briefly to the muscular intruding shaft before letting it glide nearly out. An instant later it was rammed down again into her juicy hole. It had been an exceptionally humid evening and sweat was pouring off the two in buckets. Tina could still hear the desperate moans that only he could elicit from her ringing in her memory.

He fucked her mercilessly for what seemed an age. Tina came. He kept fucking her, driving that delicious glorious cock into her hungry twat over and over. She hung on to the back passenger side door for dear life drinking in every deliriously delightful sensation. He slowed for a moment and Tina thought he would cum, but instead he flipped her onto her back whacking her head against the arm rest in the process. Evan's cock was out of her for less than a millisecond before slamming into her once more. The back of her knees rested on the outside edge of his shoulders. The pressure of his body pushed her legs so far apart she thought she might tear in two. His sweat dripped down onto her breasts and stomach as he continued his endless assault on her sex.

The last few minutes she only remembered in spurts of smell, sound, taste and touch. Her eyes had been shut tightly as the ecstasy of the moment became too much to bear leaving very few visual images to recall beyond flashes of blue, green and purple. Tina trembled reliving the final delightful awareness of his sticky hot cum being shot all over her sweaty quivering naked body. It had been and still was to this day the best fuck of her life.

A brief but torrid affair followed. Three and a half months of the most mind altering sexual encounters of her young life. Evan made her feel alive and vibrant and desired. However, the swelling gut wrenching guilt over her infidelity slowly evaporated the momentary pleasure of her wanton acts. Derrick deserved better and with great effort she ended her relationship with Evan. Never deterred he continued to pursue her with unabashed vigor. Two months of absolute agony followed as Tina steadfastly determined not to give into her need for him. If he hadn't quit the bank to chase one of his many get rich quick schemes she feared she would have eventually caved in to his unending pressure.

Tina reflected on the mixed sense of loss and relief she had felt when he up and left for California. Things improved between her and Derrick over the next year. She became pregnant with Emily and Derrick got a fairly decent promotion, which they believed would allow Tina to be a stay at home mom. The baby came as they usually do, bringing with her a temporary joyfulness to their lives. 

Emily grew as did their debts. Tina tried taking a job cashiering nights and weekends, but the pay sucked making the tumult her absence wreaked on the home not nearly worth the effort. Financial troubles continued, although she tried her best to shield Derrick from it. He was working endless hours at his job and she felt he had enough stress. More lies, she told herself. She knew the real reason she hid the finances from him was to keep him from realizing she had a shopping obsession. In four years Tina accumulated nearly thirty thousand dollars in credit card debt. All but one of the cards her husband was blissfully unaware of. Depressed and bored sitting at home all day long, Tina soon found the old familiar restlessness of her early married years stirring.

The water was growing tepid and her skin pruning. Tina climbed out of the tub and dried off. She could barely stand the sight of her own reflection in the mirror. How weak, she sneered at herself loathing the face men adored. Pride was the problem. Always was. Her father had vacillated between indifference and cruelty starving her from the love and acceptance she craved. When she reached High School she noticed the boys found her beautiful and sexy. They drooled and flattered and she drank it all up. Her first real boyfriend was much like Evan. He was handsome and possessed a tongue of pure silver. Kevin Medes sweet talked his way right into her pants. She knew exactly what he was doing, but fell for it anyway. Her life story in a nutshell.

Slipping on her silk robe, Tina poked her head in to check on Emily. Sleeping like an angel. Making her way downstairs she decided to watch some television while she waited for Derrick to get home. The reality show she attempted to watch had too much drama and she settled on a sitcom instead. Her mind was once again searching, probing the past to try and understand how it had all led here.

Do circumstances form you, she wondered. Just the right mixture of foolishness and desperation and fear and whatever other shit is tumbling around in your life at the very instant the doorbell rings and Evan is smiling at you. Those big beautiful eyes ogling you like you're the most desirable woman alive. She remembered how instantly and passionately the desire to fuck him had leapt into her consciousness. She hadn't seen him in over five years and yet he elicited in her the same wanton lust he had when she was twenty-one.

To her dismay he hadn't come there to fuck her, but to offer her a business opportunity. Not that the subject of fucking like cats in heat right in the foyer had even come up. Tina recalled with an amused grin how Evan had had to repeat himself several times before she understood what he was offering.

"I'm dead serious," he said looking it, "My business is growing leaps and bounds and I have far too many clients for my current stable of girls."

She had feigned disgust and offense as though required before any respectable woman should entertain the idea of fucking strangers for money. The more she listened the more it made perfect sense. Hopelessly in debt and terrified Derrick would discover the truth made Evan's proposal the logical course to fix the mess she made. After more than an hour of salesmanship and cajoling Evan got her to agree to attend a little function he arranged for some of his best clients later in the week.

"It's not typical of the normal appointments you'd have," he'd said, "but it'll give you a great opportunity to meet the other girls and see the quality of your potential clients. We're not talking about some cheap bastards looking for a twenty dollar blow jobs."

A steady rain thrown sideways by the swirling winds pelted the windows outside. The rhythmic patter calming her restless thoughts. It seemed humorous now how anxious she'd been to meet the other girls. She'd become such close friends with them, especially Katie and the twins, Chloe and Zoe, Tina felt silly ever having worried about it. Right from the start they welcomed her as a sister. The limousine ride to the event (as they called it) had been a laugh-fest as Amber moved from girl to girl revealing some of their most embarrassing stories. By the time they'd arrived outside the Worthington building the other girls had put her quite at ease. 

A security guard escorted the group to the top floor in a service elevator. It had been her first taste of the realties of being a whore. Everybody wants to fuck you, but nobody wants to be seen with you. Evan herded the other girls to the left telling Tina to follow the guard down the hall in the other direction. Tina was ushered to the far end of the corridor into a large conference room filled with approximately twenty well dressed corporate types. She would never forget the creepy sensation rushing over her as forty leering eyes ogled her.

A handsome older man approached to greet her. He was tall, at least six feet four with a nice build and piercing blue eyes. He looked to be in his late forties to early fifties by the lines around his eyes and his thick well groomed salt and pepper hair. He introduced himself as Morgan Daniels. Tina remembered the flush of excitement that fluttered in her nether regions when he took hold of her hand. His hypnotic eyes bored into her. He offered her a drink as he guided her to a seat at the back of the room. Excusing himself he left her alone with her drink.

Tina clicked off the television sinking back into the couch listening to the relentless beating of the storm against the house. Closing her eyes she attempted to relive that first moment when the lights had dimmed and the music started. Six sexy females entered through two doors at the other end of the conference room. All six dressed in short silky nighties which barely covered their firm little asses. It was at that moment, watching those beautiful women flaunting their beautiful bodies at the mesmerized throng, she realized how aroused and eager she was.

Pawing over each other's bodies they moved sensuously to the pounding music. Suit pants were tenting all over the room. Slowly they undressed each other until all six were completely naked. Tina had been so intensely glued to the action she hadn't even realized Mr. Daniels had taken the seat next to her. Her first notice of him came when his hand rested firmly on the inner half of her thigh just below the hem of her short black dress. 

Katie had entered the mass of masculinity, crawling like a stalking lioness on her hands and knees. Sliding between the legs of a squat balding man, she released his pronounced erection and descended on it. The rest of the girls followed her lead and soon the room was full of a variety of sucking, moaning and slapping sounds. Tina looked back and forth between the groups of groping men hungry for their turn at one of the naked woman. Katie was the most amazing, servicing five at the same time. 

Mr. Daniels hand had gradually worked its way up her thigh until his knuckles were pressed tightly against the thin fabric covering her pussy. She had been unconsciously humping gently against them. For the first time she turned to recognize his presence. He smiled. She couldn't remember a time she'd wanted to be fucked more. She wanted him to rip her panties off, throw her to the floor and fuck her brains out. He must feel how drenched her cunt was as it had soaked her panties. Instead he pulled his hand away, got up and walked off.

The crushing disappointment was the feeling she remembered clearest. Only the last shreds of apprehension had prevented her from plunging her own hand under her dress and fingering herself off. The action in front of her was hot and heavy. Chloe was getting her ass fucked by a tall skinny guy with an equally long and thin dick. Amber bounced up and down on the lap of a heavy set man who reminded her all too much of her asshole father. 

Evan sat down next to her, tapping her on shoulder to pull her attention away from the orgy exploding around them. Although she had been aware the purpose of her attending the event had been to convince her to join, Tina was stunned when Evan informed her Mr. Daniels had offered him $500 for an hour with her. She'd never forget the smug grin on his face as he mentioned the proposition. He knew she was going to accept; a fact, which pissed her off. Evan knew what she was. He knew she was a slut, knew how much she loved fucking. He knew what she had been deceiving herself about for so long. 

How petrified with excitement she was standing outside the large office door. She pushed it open and stepped into the most opulent space she'd ever seen. It was a palace especially compared to the cubby hole Derrick occupied at his companies home office. Mr. Daniels was leaning against a beautifully polished wooden credenza on the other side of his equally attractive desk. 

"Close the door," he said calmly rising to walk around the desk.

She obeyed. Mr. Daniels slid up behind her wrapping an arm around her waist and nibbled on her neck. Tina's breathing became shallower as she allowed her memories to transport her back to that office. She was reclining on the couch now with her right index finger tracing gently around her aroused clit. Her other hand glided sensuously across her stomach and breasts.

The large flat surface of the desk spread out before her. The enormous cherry desk was topped by a thick glass slab allowing her to watch as Mr. Daniels devoured the nape of her long delicate neck. How deftly he had removed her little black evening dress. If she hadn't seen it happening on the surface of the desk she would have been virtually unaware of it. Silently gliding over her bare skin the dress fell to her ankles. Tina watched with quivering anticipation as one of his strong hands crawled from her breast down her stomach and into her panties. 

The delicious sensation her own fingers made toying with her blossoming slit mirrored the movements her first John's had made over her hungry cunt. Tina dug her heals into the couch and lifted her ass off the cushions as an orgasm exploded. 

Mr. Daniels other hand was pulling her panties down working them slowly off. Soon she stood naked except for her thigh high black stocking and matching pumps. Pushing her forward he laid her stomach down on the desk. Tina reveled in the pleasant feel of the cool glass against her hot body. She recalled how compliant she'd been as he cuffed her left wrist to her right ankle and then the right one to her left ankle. The rush of helplessness had nearly made her cum. She was totally exposed and unable to resist any thing he wished to do to her.

Mr. Daniels groped her ass eagerly, pressing his thumbs hard against her anus. She wanted desperately for him to shove them in. Tina attempted to push her ass back, but couldn't manage it. The quiet little chuckle he gave told her he was teasing her. He wanted her to beg to be fucked like the needy whore she was. His fingers taunted her a few more minutes, before pulling away. 

"No, please," she'd moaned without meaning to.

Moments later he returned popping something into her tight asshole. She let out another long moan. God had that felt spectacular, she remember her own fingers still busily pleasuring her wet sex. Once the butt plug was in place securely he grabbed her forcefully, digging his fingers into her hips. She loved to have strong hands pressing deep into her knowing that vigorous delightful fucking always followed. Mr. Daniels did not disappoint this time plunging a rigid thick cock into her gaping wet cunt. 

"Ahhhhhh!..Yes...SHIT YES," she growled out loud as she came on her livingroom sofa.

The front door burst open setting Tina bolt upright, shattering the sleepy sexuality filling the room. It was Derrick. Tina quickly pulled her robe together and stood to greet her husband. It was clear as he entered the room from the front hall he was upset.

"What happened?" she exclaimed shocked by his violent entry and disheveled appearance.

His clothes were soaked through and covered in mud. He looked as though he'd slid down a hill on his stomach. Derrick glared at her with ferocity completely foreign to his nature.




Tina Inc. Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Milo

Morning dawned bright and glorious contrasting the billowing darkness within her. Tina stared blankly at the alarm clock on her nightstand. Another minute past like the myriad before it in an unbearable sadness she didn't know if she could endure another moment. Derrick and Emily had been gone for several hours already. Tina had tried to persuade her husband not to leave, but he was resolute. He took their daughter, got into his car and drove off without ever looking back. She wanted to hate him, but mostly she hated herself. 

The clock hit ten thirteen. A knock on the door roused Tina from her misery. Throwing on her robe she made her way downstairs to answer it. 

"Henry!" she gasped, "I completely forgot today was Wednesday." 

Mr. Appleton's smile faded. He was accustomed to Tina answering the door dressed as a Catholic school girl and appeared wholly disappointed in her current attire. Somewhere in his late seventies, Henry was her oldest and most interesting client. She would pretend to be a naughty girl in need of discipline from her grandpa. He would provide his wayward granddaughter with a well deserved spanking before satisfying her ravenous need for cock with a good fucking. 

"Forgot?" he said a grin returning to his aged face, "I think someone needs a paddling to her pretty fanny."

Tina shook her head smiling. He was such a cute old man. She hated to send him away without getting him off, but sex was the farthest thing from her mind at the moment. 

"I'm really sorry Henry, but I'm sort of pressed for time today. Maybe we can reschedule for sometime later this week?"

A look of supreme deflation swept over him making Tina feel guilty. She should have called Evan to cancel all her appointments today, she thought. The idea the poor guy had taken his Viagra for nothing made her feel even worse. Tina always assumed he took some sort of medication, because he had way too much stamina for a man his age. Henry mumbled something about it being alright and started to leave.

"I guess I could squeeze you in," she sighed grabbing his arm and pulling him inside.

She really wasn't in the mood for this, but he looked so pitiful she just didn't have the heart to send him away. Henry beamed with excitement as she led him upstairs to her bedroom. 

"Wait right here while I change," she said sitting him on the edge of her bed.

Tina disappeared into an exceptionally large walk-in closet. The space was the size of a small bedroom and contained row upon row of her clothes and shoes. The closet even had a door leading into the master bath. Unseen by the naked eye was another section in the far recesses, hidden behind a row of coats and long dresses, which held her work clothes. Here she kept an assortment of lingerie, sluttish eveningwear, costumes, sex toys and accessories used to practice her craft. Tina grabbed Henry's favorite outfit, a blue, green and white tartan mini-skirt, white button-up blouse, white knee-high stockings and black patent leather high heels before slipping into the bathroom to get ready. Several minutes later she emerged, hair in pig tails prepared for their weekly role play to begin.

"Grandpa! What are you doing here?" Tina exclaimed sounding overly dramatic.

"I was about to ask you the same question young lady," the old man said sternly, "Are you meeting a boy?"

His act was more believable, which she found slightly creepy. Continuing the well rehearsed drama, Tina didn't answer. Instead she gazed guiltily at her feet, fidgeting as she thought a naughty girl might after being caught. 

"I thought so," he scolded, "How many times do you have to be punished before you'll stop chasing after men's cocks? That is why you're here, right? My shameless little granddaughter is hungry for man meat, isn't she?"

"I'm sorry grandpa. I promise I won't do it again. Please don't spank me on my bare bottom," Tina pleaded seductively.

"You've left me no choice baby girl. Bend over and lift your skirt," he ordered.

Tina complied hesitantly, pretending to be afraid.

"Please grandpa, don't," she said looking back at him over her shoulder.

Henry removed his belt and doubled it over. He gave it a few practice whacks against his open hand before laying the first smack on her bare ass.

"Ouch! Please don't"

Another smack a little harder this time hit evenly across her tender backside. The sharp slap of leather to flesh resonated. Tina cried out again. Henry followed with another dozen or so blows leaving her bottom quite pink. Although she begged and pleaded for mercy throughout, in reality the spanking was far more arousing than painful. The belt marks and mild stinging normally dissipated in short order. 

"I hope you've learned your lesson young lady," he said stroking her ass tenderly, "You know I hate spanking you, but it's for your own good."

"But I'm still hungry, grandpa," Tina cooed sweetly batting her eyes at the old man innocently.

"My, my you are the naughty one," he said squeezing her left cheek, "What am I going to do with you?"

With that he undid his pants and removed them along with his underwear. His chubby erection was sticking straight out from his crotch, the glisten of precum at the tip. It wasn't huge by any stretch, but his five and half inch cock had nice girth. Tina slid off the edge of the bed and sucked it into her mouth. Henry groaned as she began methodically bobbing over its length. She only sucked it a few minutes not wanting him to cum before he had a chance to fuck her. At his age he usually had but one ejaculation before he was spent. 

Mr. Appleton laid her back over the edge of the bed onto her stomach. Tina felt the sloppy wet sensation of the lubricated latex-sheathed cock head against her sex. Pulling up and back on her hips, Henry pushed into her. She sighed happily at the rush of pleasure his member elicited. I'm such a slut, she thought as delight washed over her. She simply loved getting fucked; any time, any where by any cock. 

"Oh Grandpa, your cock feels so good," she moaned.

"My little girl likes having her Granddaddy's dick in her, doesn't she?" he teased pounding away from behind her.

"Yes...YES...I DOOOOO," she cried as he relentlessly stroked in and out, "FUCK ME HARD, GRANDPA...OHHHH SHIT YEAH...FUCK YOUR LITTLE WHORE...GRANDPA...FUCK ME PLEASEEEEE."

He was cumming far sooner than she wanted. His pumping slowed and then ceased. Henry slid out of her and staggered back a few steps. Tina rolled over onto her back, legs spread breathing heavy. Henry had an odd glint in his eye. 

"You're one perverted old man," she teased winking at him.

She had started to sit up when he pushed her back down. Henry dropped to his knees, far more agilely than she thought him capable and buried his face into her cunt. A muscular tongue was soon lapping over her parted lips and engorged clit with skillful precision. Tina was a tad stunned by how talented he was with his mouth. Henry had never even expressed interest in performing oral on her. 

"Grandpa?" she moaned rocking her head back and closing her eyes, "Right there...Yes...Shit you're good."

The old man switched between flicking her clit and plunging into her open sex. Tina planted her heels onto the side board lifting her ass off the mattress and grinding her tingling cunt against his face. Just as she reached orgasm, Henry slid two fingers into her. His middle finger dove deep into her cumming pussy while his ring finger went effortlessly into her ass. Tina gasped gleefully as she felt his thick gold wedding ring pop in. Henry continued pawing and sucking her writhing frame right through her orgasm.

Out of breath and exhausted Tina's laid motionless with her ass on the edge of the bed. Her tartan skirt was up over her waist and her blouse was open wide exposing her heaving breasts. She lay there wondering what the hell had gotten into Henry. This was the first time he had ever worn her out. Again she attempted to sit up, but a now completely naked Henry had taken hold of her legs at the knees and lifted them perpendicular to the rest of her body. He had obviously re-sheathed his wakened shaft as she felt its slippery texture pushing against her anus.

Before she could object the horny old coot had rammed the full length of it into her ass. To her relief and surprise it had been painless. Henry then proceeded to fuck her ass with the vigor of men half his age.

"YOU...DIRTY...OLD...BASTARD," she cried between thrusts.

Over and over his cock slammed hard into her. His balls were slapping deliciously against her with each plunge. Henry looked possessed with glee. Tina had never liked anal sex all that much, but allowed it was one of the necessities of the job. However, every now and then the planets would align and an ass fuck would occur to match any traditional fuck she'd ever had. This was one of those ass fucks.

"DON'T STOP...FUCK ME HARDER...YEAH THAT'S IT...FUCK MY ASS...FUCK IT," she uttered somewhere between a growl and a scream.

All too soon it was over. Henry fell exhausted and sweating on top of her, nearly causing both of them to slip off the bed onto the floor. His face buried between her breasts, he was breathing extremely heavy. Tina feared he might have hurt himself, but to her relief his breathing began to normalize after a few minutes.

"Whatever you took for that performance should be bottled and sold," she praised stroking her hands affectionately through his thinning gray hair.

The smile on his face reminded her greatly of an old Cheshire Cat. 

"Pretty pleased with yourself, eh grandpa?" she teased.

The two lay wrapped together fondling each other for another few minutes. As the lingering afterglow of pleasure faded, Tina began loathing her weakness. If she had any chance of keeping her marriage together or at a minimum not loosing her daughter, she had to get control of her life and stop hooking. Henry was still running his hands gropingly over her, nibbling from time to time on one of her nipples.

"This was really nice Henry, but I have some pressing commitments I need to take care of," she said nudging him off of her.

"Same time next week." he stated more than asked.

"Sure," Tina lied.

At the moment she had no intention of keeping the appointment, but didn't see the benefit in telling him. She would have Evan break the news to him later. Henry dressed and Tina escorted him downstairs and out the backdoor. He handed her a wad of bills as he exited. Turning back around, the lecherous old goat leaned in as if to give her a peck on the cheek, but slid his hand up her short skirt and squeezed her ass instead.

"That's another five bucks," she joked, playfully punching his arm.

He pulled a ten from his wallet and slipped it into the waist of her skirt.

"Keep the change," he smiled and bounded down the porch steps and off into the wooded path behind her house from whence he had come.

Tina laughed at the sight of the perverted old codger skipping happily out of sight. Henry parked his car in a shopping plaza on the far side of the wood. He didn't want anyone seeing him entering her house for fear they would tell his wife. 

Back in the kitchen, Tina grabbed the cordless phone and called Evan. He didn't pick up, so she left a message. Where the hell is he, she wondered. He hadn't shown up at the hotel yesterday to introduce her to the Salesmen from Milwaukee, as he promised he would, nor had he called to warn her Derrick had discovered her secret occupation. Evan wasn't the most dependable guy, but this was unusual even for him. Maybe he's hooked up with some little hussy he met at a club and he's still laying it to her. Now that would be classic Evan. He never could keep his dick in his pants. 

Tina waited another ten minutes and tried calling him again; still no answer. She had another appointment scheduled for 12:30 with Mr. Daniels at his penthouse downtown and needed Evan to call and cancel. Tina had to step away from this, at least for a little while. She decided to call one of the other girls to fill in for her. Chloe had done it for her once before, when Emily had gotten sick at school. Mr. Daniels had commented on how well she had performed during her next visit. Be available, Tina hoped dialing the phone.

Chloe answered on the first ring.

"Hey," came her sing-song voice, "You've reached Chloe."

"Hi, Chlo. This is Tina. I need a huge favor."

"Sure baby, what is it?"

"I have an appointment with Mr. Daniels, you remember him? Well anyway, I need someone to fill in for me. Please say you can?" Tina begged.

"I wish I could love, but I've got a one o'clock myself," she replied, "But I think Zoe is free. I'll ask her."

Tina waited for only a few moments before Chloe returned.

"She said she'd be glad to. I told her what an awesome fuck he was and you know she never turns down a good lay," Chloe giggled.

"Beautiful," Tina responded, "Does she need directions?"

"No. I'll drop her by there on my way to my one o'clock. Is everything okay, sweetness? You don't sound your usual chipper self." 

"Derrick knows," she said flatly, "He wants me out and...He's taken Emily away with him."

Tina stifled a sob as the reality of her words struck her. Derrick was gone. He hated the very sight of her. She would be lucky if he ever let her see her baby again.

"You poor thing," Chloe comforted, "I'm coming over right after my appointment and we can have a good cry together. Better yet, I'll bring Zoe and Katie and we can go out clubbing, get shit faced and fuck some hot guys."

"That's what got me into this mess," Tina replied.

"Then we'll just go clubbing and get shit faced, fuck the guys," Chloe joked, "Seriously baby, we'll be there for you. What did Evan say when you told him?"

"I don't know? I can't seem to get a hold of him. However, He already knows, because Derrick confronted him yesterday afternoon."

"Did they get into a fight or something?" Chloe asked concerned.

The question raised a sudden terrible thought in Tina's mind. What if they had fought and something happened. What if Evan is hurt or...

"Well?" 

Chloe was waiting for an answer to her question, but Tina didn't even want to consider the possibilities.

"Derrick didn't mention a fight," she said, "Just that they talked."

"That's a relief," Chloe sighed, "But don't you think it's odd you can't get a hold of Evan? I mean the guy worships the ground you walk on. If he saw your number he would answer it, even if he were screening his calls."

"I think I'll go over there and check things out. He's probably banging some busty blonde or sleeping off banging some busty blonde," Tina joked half-heartedly.

"Yeah...You're probably right," Chloe replied not sounding too convinced, "Let me know what you find out, okay?"

"I'll call you from his house," Tina assured her.

"And I'll let the rest of the girls know were going out on the town tonight," Chloe answered attempting to end the call on a positive note.

Tina hung up the phone. She grew more worried by the moment as she recalled how disheveled and wild Derrick had appeared last night when he came home. Soaked to the skin and covered in mud, she recalled. She had meant to ask him why he was wet and filthy, but the conversation had gotten away from her so quickly. Had he done something to Evan? If he had, wouldn't it be her fault? Derrick was a kind and gentle soul, she told herself. He isn't capable of... She didn't want to think it. ...murder. 

Trying not to panic, Tina took her time showering and methodically applied her make-up and combed her hair into a pony-tail. A sense of foreboding kept pressing in upon her forced calm, but she pushed every thought of it aside. There was no rush, she believed. Evan was fine. There was a logical explanation that had nothing to do with killing. She slip into a pair of snuggle fit jeans and pulled on a tight red tee over her bare breasts. Tina refused to give in to her fears. Refused!

By the time her Lexus came tearing around the corner of Evan's street, she was nearly in tears. Derrick had killed Evan and buried him in some shallow grave. She knew it. She had pushed her poor husband to madness and Evan had paid the price. 

The door to Evan's house was closed, but unlocked. Tina let herself in and started scanning the front foyer and livingroom for signs of a struggle. Making her way deliberately through each room, she was relieved to find no dead bodies, bullet holes or blood. The only oddity was a partial eaten sandwich and half consumed bottle of beer on the desk in Evan's office. His computer was still on. Apparently he had been working right before he vanished. Tina checked the last update to the spreadsheet he had open. Evan had saved this file at four eighteen yesterday afternoon.

Tina sat down at the desk to continue exploring Evan's files in hope of getting a clue to his whereabouts. According to his planner, he had a meeting with Milo at noon yesterday. Tina pondered the name. It sounded so familiar, but she couldn't recollect if Evan had ever mentioned a Milo. The only other appointment he had scheduled was Tina's unpleasant gang-bang at the Regency for which he never showed. It was there business agreement he would introduce her to all new clients and hang around, if she wanted.

She knew Derrick had arrived sometime later in the afternoon, because it would have taken time to get the pictures of her with the fat sweaty guys developed. Maybe Derrick came here before picking up his photo evidence from Barry? Tina didn't think that scenario made sense, but didn't want to assume too much. Today's calendar had nothing until 1 p.m. The only notation read, "Meet Katie at apartment!!!" Tina knew Katie worked out of an apartment she rented downtown to keep her business separate from her real life. Unlike Tina, Katie's husband knew of her occupation. Tina chuckled thinking of the irony. The girl who should have the secret lair was too cheap to rent one, while Katie who had nothing to hide, did.

Waiting for Katie to answer the phone, Tina kept pouring over the documents on his computer. His accounting records showed Evan had stowed away quite a lot pimping out pretty ladies. As a matter of fact, he made large cash deposits every other day to his checking. I should call the bank to see if he came in to make a deposit today, she thought. Katie's machine picked up and Tina started to leave a message asking her if she had spoken to Evan since yesterday.

"Hello, Tina?" Katie answered sounding out of breath.

"Hey Kay, you been out jogging? You're sound winded," Tina teased.

"No," she replied, "Doing a little cleaning is all."

"I hope he cleans up good," Tina joked.

There was silence on the other end of the line. Tina guessed she had disturbed her gal pal in the middle of a fuck, which normally irritated Katie, especially when, as she would say, she was in a flow.

"Sorry to bug you honey, but I really need to get a hold of Evan. Have you seen or heard from him today?"

There was a long pause. 

"Katie?" Tina said thinking the line had gone dead.

"Yeah...I talked to him earlier... this morning," she said in an awkward cadence, "He's coming here at one...You should come too...I mean come and catch him while he's here."

"Okay Kay...Is everything alright?" 

"Fine...I'm just... in the middle of...removing... a...huge...stain...is all," she gasped into the receiver.

"All right then," Tina said grinning broadly, "I'll see you shortly. Enjoy your...chores."

Katie hung up without saying goodbye. Only the Kat, Tina marveled. Her best friend in the whole world, Katie had taken Tina under her wing and showed her the ropes of hooking. Similar in appearance many mistook them for sisters and even some as twins. Virtually the same age, they were a lot alike in many ways, having the same taste in music, movies, clothes and men. Katie's sense of humor was just as twisted as Tina's, as was her love of cock. The major difference in their lives was Katie's husband knew about her chosen profession and didn't object as long as it stayed professional. He was particularly adamant she not have sex with Evan, even if he was paying. It was for this reason Tina thought it interesting Evan had an appointment with Katie at her place. She was sure Evan had taken the situation as a challenge to demonstrate his remarkable talent at talking women out of their virtue and onto his cock. Although, Tina was well aware Katie found Evan attractive, she also knew her pal didn't want to jeopardize her relationship with her husband, Chris.