0 comments/ 274010 views/ 23 favorites Multi-tasking Momma By: Barb36D I had been out of work for over a year, and reached the end of my rope looking for the perfect job. The bills were stacking up and I was increasingly impatient to find any position, short of selling my fifty-plus-year-old self. Not that I couldn't have turned a good dollar, had I chosen that path. My healthy frame still supported a voluptuous and newly fit 34DD-26-36 body capable of twisting many a man's head. Fact is, my marriage was still intact after thirty-some years (even after a short series of swinging sessions), and the idea of screwing around on my husband no longer appealed to me. Lowering my expectations, I invested in a few power suits, dusted off my secretarial skills and set my sights on up-and- coming corporate opportunities. After several typically bland interviews, I finally got a call back from a downtown accounting firm. The young corporation consisted of mostly male, mostly white, 30-year-old yuppies. They were nice, good-natured and comparatively harmless, so the environment was friendly enough. After breezing through two preliminary interrogations, Rick Wilson, a senior accountant, conducted what was to be my final interview. I half-expected meeting a be-speckled, malnourished, nerdy type that could only relate to ledger entries. I couldn't have been more wrong in my assumptions. Tall Rick was a total stud, dark features with coal-black hair, smoldering bedroom eyes, and a gym-enhanced physique that put most men in their mid-thirties to shame. His exceptional good looks actually made me quite nervous. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but we are looking to add some maturity to the group," he smiled, letting his eyes observe my anxious body language. "In that case, I think you've found the right girl, I mean PERSON," I corrected myself, stiffened my back and returned his smile. He went on to discuss that the job would entail some overtime and occasional out-of-town customer audits. I was to be the recording secretary for his group, working hand in hand with his two assistants, Matt and Barry. "They're young and fresh, but I think you can handle them," Rick laughed, with an evil twinkle in his eye. "I'm sure we'll get along just fine," I answered, finally breathing the sigh of relief that comes from knowing somebody wanted to hire me. "Great! I'll take you back to HR and we'll look forward to seeing you Monday," he said, standing up to shake my hand. "Thanks so much Mr. Wilson. I look forward to being part of the team," I chirped and felt his long thumb massage the webbing between my thumb and forefinger as we shook hands. "Call me Rick, Barbara. Mr. Wilson is way too formal, okay?" He said, holding on for my answer. "Rick, it is then... and you can call me Barb," I said, growing more comfortable with his warm hand in mine. As he showed me to the door, I couldn't help but notice how wet I was. I'd perspired in interviews before, but never between my thighs. Bright and early the following Monday morning, there I was dressed in my dark blue power suit, hair gathered tightly into a bun and ready to meet the other two members of Rick's team. Matt and Barry were like two peas in a pod, both in their late 20's, both my height in my heels. They were moderately attractive, but what really set them off was their biting wit and use of suggestive language. Dressed in ties and shirt sleeves, they ushered me into a shared work area. "So Barb, you're going to whip us into shape?" Started Barry, when Matt chimed in. "Yeah, she's gonna use the big whip on us Bro," Matt smirked and high-fived his compatriot. "Hey, if that's what it takes, then..." I winked and gave them a generous smile. "Whoa Man, I think she might be serious," Matt stated, as the two undressed me with their eyes. I knew right then there would be no trouble controlling these two harmless oversexed guppies. As long the work got done, I was willing to play along with whatever they could dish out. Even the obvious throat-clearing, when I took off my jacket didn't get to me. "Okay you guys, we need to get past this, if we are ever to get any work done. Yes, I'm a woman; old enough to be your mother; and yes, I do have an ample figure – big tits and hips. I'm also quite married, so keep any naughty ideas to yourselves. Fun is fun and I'm no prude, by any stretch of your vivid imaginations. However, if either of you think I would ever do anything to jeopardize this job you're nuts. Is that clear?" They sheepishly nodded, shrugged their shoulders and reluctantly returned their eyes to their sockets. "Good; now let's see if we can get down to work," I said, tapping Matt's cheek, as I brushed past him to my chair. From then on, the three of us got along famously. When we worked, we worked hard. When it was time to play, we laughed, told off-color jokes and traded harmless sexual innuendos. As the weeks rolled into months, the three of us became inseparable buddies. Our boss (Rick) was happy with our timely work and tried his best to relate to us on the job and informally. "Rick is cool to work for, but with his title and shit – just makes it hard for him to get much closer," Matt suggested to Barry and I, in one of our saner moments. "I agree. He's one hell of a boss. Too bad he can't loosen up a bit. What do you think Barb?" Barry asked. "Oh, I think he's as loose as he can be around us. God help me, if he was any looser," I started. "You mean you would jump his bones?" Asked Matt. "In a fucking heartbeat! God, he's such a hunk!" I half-joked, rolling my eyes. "Hey, what the hell are WE - chopped liver?" Barry barked. "Nah, I think of you two more as my Teenie Weenie Twins," I laughed and spread my thumb and forefinger apart to estimate their short comings. "Is that so? Just wait 'til next week. We'll show you some real salamis," Barry countered. "Speak for yourself, asshole. She's gonna have to deal with a nice, thick summer sausage from this boy," Matt proudly announced. The following week was to be our first out-of-town audit in Chicago. The three day job meant our whole team would be flying in from Minneapolis, staying over in a hotel and working long hours. "You guys are so full of it. Push come to shove, neither of you have the balls to handle a real woman," I shrugged and shoved my chest out for impact. The three of us had a nice long laugh, before diving back into our spreadsheets. Hearing someone down the hall at the water cooler, it never dawned on me that a person could have eavesdropped on our raunchy conversation. I put it out of my brain, as we transferred documentation forms from our desktops to portable laptops. I sat next to Rick on the plane, as our team made its way from Minneapolis to Chicago. He explained how I would act as a liaison, delivering data between him and Matt and Barry. They would do the actual number crunching, and I would report back to him. Once in the air, we opened our laptops to synchronize our data. I don't know why I hadn't noticed until now, but these laptops bear an uncanny resemblance to my husband's PC at home. "Oh my God Rick, I've brought Donny's (my husband) laptop by mistake," I shrieked, instantly feeling like a complete dufus. "Don't worry Barb. Matt and Barry have the same spreadsheets; just copy the files and we'll all be on the same page," Rick reassured me. He was right of course. Once I linked up with Barry our spreadsheets were identical, so I didn't feel quite like slitting my wrists. "You know Barb. You owe us big time for this," Matt chided. "Yeah, no more teenie weenie jokes, right?" Barry added. "Okay, OKAY! Perhaps comparing to you to hors d'oeuvres was a bit cruel," I shrugged and smiled. Touching down at O'Hare, we soon found our way to the Hyatt Regency and settled into our rooms. Barry and Matt shared a room. I had my own room, while Rick checked into his executive penthouse suite. I was pleased to finally relax by myself, after dealing with three accountants all day. The flight and frustration with the mixed up laptops left me tired and ready for the sack. The two single, horny guys tried to coax me out to take in the town. "Come on Barb. Barry thinks he's "in love" with some hot little maid he just made eye contact with in the lobby... says she's really cute with huge tits. We'll make it a fun foursome," offered Matt. "You guys are on your own. I'm headed for the sack," I yawned and shut the door. I made a brief call to my hubby to let him know I had ended up with his laptop by mistake. He smirked and made some off-color remark about me finding his hidden computer porn. Tired as I was, I laughed off his comment and told him I was settling in for the evening. 6:00 a.m. digitally rolled over, as I awoke to the sound of my alarm. Refreshed from the extra sleep, I readied myself for the long day ahead. Pulling on a white satin blouse and squirming into my black skirt, I was nearly ready. Throwing on a red fitted jacket and stepping into a pair of matching patent leather pumps, I grabbed my purse and headed to the elevator for an early breakfast. Rick was already at the breakfast counter, as I approached to make my order. "Well, I see at least two of us made it through the night," Rick smiled. "Any news from Fric and Frac?" I asked, flashing a fresh morning smile to my handsome boss. "No. They're supposed to meet us at the client's offices at 8 o'clock. I'm sure they'll show. They've never failed in the past," Rick stated and sipped his coffee. We ate our breakfast and chatted about our families. Rick's wife apparently was a type-A personality, with a business of her own. He referred to their relationship as being "modern." I got the feeling they saw very little of each other. Rick also mentioned that his recently divorced father lived in Chicago, and how he hoped to find some free time to visit him while we were in town. We chatted more about his parents; more specifically his dad, who had always been a major influence in his life. The morning flew by. As Rick had predicted, Barry and Matt showed up at the appointed time and we started the audit at 9:00 a.m. sharp. Rick did the high profile hob-knobbing with department heads, while I collected and shuffled data to and from the number crunchers. Like a fine tuned machine, our team was on pace to complete the audit within the allotted time, when Rick stumbled on an untraceable company error. "Sorry guys, but this could take a few extra hours, unless you want to make a long day of it tomorrow?" Rick confronted us with the bad news. We all agreed to put in the extra time now rather than later. Sack lunches, high-carb snacks and more sack dinners kept us stoked until around 8:00 p.m. By then, we were all ready to crash and burn. "Let's call it a day, what d'ya say? Martini time for this guy!" Rick exhaled. "That's sounds like just what the doctor ordered," I agreed, closing down my (husband's) laptop. Our weary foursome trudged back to the Hyatt. Barry and Matt made their typical excuses and were soon off to save Chicago's female population from virginity. Riding the elevator together to my floor, Rick asked if he could go over our last spreadsheet. "Here, it's all yours. I'm headed for the hot tub," I said, handing him the laptop. Once in my room, I stripped off my pantyhose, and threw off my jacket and blouse. Releasing the tight bun in my hair, I felt what was left of my nervous energy burn away. Flopping down on the bed, the day got the best of me and I dozed off. I must have been out for 30 minutes or so, when the phone rang. "Barb, I thought you were doing the hot tub thing?" Rick asked. "Actually, I was on my way to do just that. Is there something you need?" I replied, shoving my feet back into my pumps. "Those last entries you jotted down before we left... but hey, that's okay, it can wait 'til tomorrow." "No problem boss, I'll run them up to you on my way to the tub," I offered. "That would be great – you're a peach! See ya soon," he said and hung up. I brushed out my shoulder-length hair and put my red jacket back on, without the blouse. Grabbing my swim bag, I headed back to the elevator. Observing my less-than-formal appearance in the mirrored elevator, I double-checked my jacket buttons and smoothed down my skirt. "I'll just be in and out, he'll never notice," I reasoned and keyed in the code to admit me to the restricted penthouse floor. Stepping out of the elevator, I noticed the door to his suite was open. "Is that you Barb? Come on in. I'll be right there," Rick yelled from the bedroom. Glancing around the opulent suite, it was painfully obvious where the company preferred to spend their money. "I made Martinis and there are glasses by the bar. Go ahead and help yourself," he added, then emerged from the bedroom, wearing only a short towel around his trim waist. Still drying his hair with another towel, he went ahead and poured us each a Martini. "Wow, I hardly recognize you with your hair down–very nice," he noted, while I fumbled through my purse for the entry notes he had requested. "Here, try this. You certainly deserve it after today," he noted, handing me the stiff drink. "Thanks and here are those entries." I handed him my hand written notes and took a sip of the strong Martini. "Oh yeah, thanks." The alcohol shot straight to my brain, as I watched his muscular, half-naked body pace back and forth. After pretending to scan my notes, he sauntered to the front door and shut it. "Actually, I wanted your opinion on something else Barb," he started. "Sure, what's that?" I asked, taking another long sip. "Well, it's really not work-related," he continued cautiously and downed his drink. I imitated him and swallowed the rest of my cocktail. He motioned for us to sit and refilled our glasses. "I was wondering what you thought about stag movies?" He blurted out. "You mean porn movies?" I clarified, cautiously sipping my new Martini. "Yeah; how do you feel about them?" He asked. "I suppose I can take 'em or leave 'em. That's a strange question. I mean, if you've seen one... you've seen them all," I answered honestly. "Why do you ask?" I wondered, taking a seat on a long leather couch. "How do you feel about them, generally speaking. What about the women in them, what's your take on them?" He followed up, crossing his hairy legs across from me. "I just always figured they were crack whores, wayward girls lacking any self-esteem, or bitches out to make a fast buck," I figured and took another healthy shot of the stiff drink. "Hmm, I agree. I mean that's pretty much what I always thought. So, you don't think they actually enjoy having sex like that on screen?" Rick prodded. "Well it always looked so demeaning to me. I can't imagine–well perhaps... hell, I don't know," I said, wondering where all of this was leading. The eerie silence that followed told me Rick was working up the nerve to accomplish something. Staring back into his dark sexy eyes, I downed what was left of my second Martini. Without a word, he got up and went into the bedroom. I took several deep breaths to somehow clear my foggy brain from too much alcohol. It didn't work. "If you don't mind Barb, show me how those latest entries relate to production," he asked, returning with the laptop and setting it up on a small round table. Climbing to my feet, I almost collapsed from the alcohol buzz. Pulling myself together, I ambled to the table and sat down to face the laptop, while he stood behind me. Why he suddenly shifted back to work mode was beyond me, as I focused on finding the spreadsheet he was referring to. Opening the document, I began to enter the recent data and felt his warm hands on my shoulders. Any other time, I would have jumped out of my skin at the unexpected touch of another man's hands running inside the collar of my jacket. The Martinis had sufficiently numbed me, as he began massaging my neck and shoulders. Concentrating on the spreadsheet became increasingly difficult. I pointed out a particular array and asked if those were the figures he wanted. That's when his fingers went to work unbuttoning my jacket. "This is the only figure I'm interested in," he said and reached inside my bra. "Ah Rick, I don't think this is where we want to go," I said and pulled his hand away to re-button my blazer. "What about this sexy woman. Perhaps she'd be interested," he said, reaching over my shoulder to double-click one of the desktop icons. I watched in horror as up popped a homemade sex video of hubby had taken of us back in the 1990's. Apparently my husband's laptop had hidden treasures I thought he had trashed years ago. "Oh my God! He promised he had dumped that stuff!" I screamed and jumped to my feet. "He must have thought it was worth saving for some reason," Rick smirked and ran his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. "Well, I'm sure he never expected to share it, never mind have my boss see it!" I stood shocked, as the movie with audio played on. Frozen in place, I watched an x-rated video of myself I'd never actually seen. There I was, almost a decade younger, dressed in nothing more than a black bustier, garter belt and hose kneeling in front of my hubby's 8-inch hardon. Anticipating what was soon to follow on screen, I slammed the laptop shut. "That doesn't seem to be your average crack whore, does it?" He whispered in my ear and kissed my neck. "She's really quite beautiful," he added and undid the side zipper of my skirt. "Rick, I can't do this," I shook my head away from his seduction. The combination of his touch mixing with the alcohol was so enticing, it made it extra hard to pull away from his grasp. "Hmmm, looks as though the lady in that movie is more than willing," he said, reaching up to fondle my tits, while I yanked my zipper back up. "That was then. This is now, and I just can't!" I exclaimed, grabbed up the laptop and bolted for the door. My head was swimming with mixed emotions and alcohol, as I stumbled into the elevator. "God damn, another few minutes and I would have let him take me. He's such a stud!" I said to myself, taking deep breaths. Back in my room, I wondered what my boss must think of me. It must have been a total eye-opener to find his matronly secretary was some kind of a sex-crazed old lady. How would this affect our working relationship? Could there ever again be a professional decorum between us? Should I have just let him fuck me? After all, there was a major part of me that wanted him to do just that. Flopping down on my king-sized bed, I restarted the laptop and found the private file in question. Lying back against the headboard, I watched it play. I've never been into watching porn movies, but then I've never starred in one either. The digital unedited images of myself and hubby going at each other was actually quite erotic and started turning me on. Letting one hand nonchalantly find its way inside my blazer and bra, the other hiked up my skirt. Grabbing and tugging on my full tits, I parted my pussy lips and flat-fingered my clit hard and fast. I glared at the screen to watch my husband's hard cock racing back and forth inside my wet pussy. It wasn't long before I worked myself up to a frenzied orgasm in the process. My mind skipped from visions of my husband to the fantasy of my boss fucking me, back and forth until I imagined them both doing me simultaneously. The pounding of my heart accelerated and became so overwhelming I scarcely noticed the beating on my door. "Come on you sexy broad, time for a swim!" Matt hollered, as the door banging continued. "W-what the hell are you two drunks up to?" I yelled, frantically fixing my clothes, before cracking the door open. "Hey Baby, we're having a party and thought you should j-join us for a little skinny-dippin'," stammered Barry, sporting nothing more than a tight pair of Speedos and a towel. Multi-tasking Momma "So, you two struck out again I see," I forced a laugh and shut the door long enough to undo the chain. "Hey you guys got anything to drink?" I asked, opening the door to see Matt was in a normal pair of swim trunks. "W-why of course–can't fly on one wing!" Matt laughed, as I yanked them into my room. "Wow; look at you Barb! You look so different. I mean with your hair down and stuff," Barry said, feasting his eyes on my legs sans hose and jacket sans blouse. "Oh shut up and fix me something," I charged and buttoned up my collar. Obviously, they were both two sheets to the wind. One more sheet and I never would have let them in. At that moment I needed a kindred soul (or, in this case two) to commiserate with, besides the bottle. Matt iced down three glasses of bourbon. Raising our glasses he toasted, "To the team!" Taking a healthy swig, I lost it. Lowering my head, eyes welling with tears, Barry's fingers lifted my chin, "Hey Barb, what is it–what's wrong?" "The team... that's all. I-I think I really screwed up tonight guys," I mumbled and fought through the tears to take another drink. "Geez Barb, Matt here screws up all the time. Matt, what the fuck have you done now?" Barry scolded. "NO, it's not Barry or you. It was m-me... me and Rick," I bawled. "Damn Barb. You mean you and Rick did the nasty?" Asked Matt, flashing a finger at Barry. "NO, but we almost did," I grimaced, as they boys looked at each other in awe. "How... I mean why?" Barry started. "Let's just say one thing led to another and, you know?" I tried to ignore the reason. "It just happened and I feel terrible!" I said. "Barb Sweetheart, things like that don't just happen; there had to be something..." Matt suggested. "Yeah, why do you feel so terrible? Did he hurt you?" Asked Barry, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "I'll kill the bastard!" Matt blurted out and took my folded hands in his. "No, he found something on my laptop; an old video of me and my hubby," I clarified. "Jesus, not a homemade fuck flick?" yelled Matt, focusing his attention from me to the laptop. "Oh WOW, let's see!" Barry added and quickly snatched it up off the bed. "Hey now, if I wouldn't let Rick watch it, what makes you think I'd ever let you two meatballs?" I stated and went to take the laptop from Barry. Like a kid protecting his new-found treasure, Barry played keep away with it, until Matt wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Come on you guys. This isn't funny! I'm serious," I pleaded and hopelessly tried to work myself free. "She's right, this isn't funny. This is some serious shit here," claimed Barry, starting the movie. "Hey Man, I wanna see," Matt demanded. Barry held up the screen to give Matt a nice long look at me giving hubby a sloppy blowjob. "Okay, okay you fuckers; go ahead and watch the damn thing! Rick probably saw it more than a few times anyway. Just let me go," I said and pulled away from Matt's arms. "God damn Barb, what a beautiful body you have!" Matt said, with his eyes glued to the screen. "Yeah, just look at those big beautiful tits–DAMN," echoed Barry. "Oh, the hell with you guys! I'm going to bed," I announced, grabbed my drink and headed for the bathroom. Once inside I glanced into the mirror at the reflection of the two of them pulling up chairs to watch the video on my bed. Something in my alcohol-numbed brain snapped. Instead of closing the door completely, I left it open enough so I could view their reactions. By the time I stripped out of my clothes, their reactions had diminished from hoots and hollers to total quiet. Unaware of my eavesdropping, they both undid their trunks and started stroking their young cocks. I pulled on a short white terry cloth robe and felt my juices starting to flow. My eyes fixed on observing their different techniques, as I slowly let my illicit desires build. Knowing they were experiencing such pleasure watching me perform was a total turn on. After applying a makeup touchup, I could hardly contain my curiosity and quietly opened the bathroom door. They both quickly glanced up to acknowledge me, but just as quickly went back to openly masturbating. Ignoring their lack of response to my presence, I sauntered around behind them and shut off the room lamps. Passing slowly behind them, I couldn't help but sneak a peek at both of their firm abs and sturdy cocks. Matt caught me starring and feigned a degree of embarrassment. I smirked, turned away and pulled down the covers down on the bed. "Well I suppose you guys know this will probably be the last we see of each other?" I suggested and lay against the headboard. "Why? What do ya mean, Barb?" Questioned Matt, shoving his extended rod back in his trunks. "Rick will most likely fire me tomorrow for what happened; or didn't happen. Damn Donny for all of this! Damn him!" Sensing my despair, Barry too closed his Speedos to hide his boner and added, "No way! No way can he let you go! We won't stand for it!" "Right! We won't stand for it," Matt echoed, as the two of them plopped down on either side of me. "All for one and one for all!" Matt blurted out. "Yeah, nobody messes with the Three Musketeers!" Barry added to validate our relationship. "Right!" Matt declared and held his hand out for a show of unity. We each piled our hands on his, overlapping and slapping each other's hands, until I couldn't help but start laughing. Matt and Barry saw the positive effect they were having on me, as we continued laughing, slapping and topping each other. The three of us rolled back on the bed with me nestled tightly between them. As our laughter subsided, I noticed with all the commotion my robe had come undone, sufficiently displaying most of my feminine attributes. "I love you guys, you know. You're still a couple of oversexed idiots, but I love you both," I said, breaking the silence, ignoring my opened robe and changing the playful tone of our romp. "We love you too Barb. I can't imagine working without ya," Barry said, turning to face me. "That's so sweet Barry," I said, running my hand behind his head to pull his face to mine for a quick kiss. "We'd walk out tomorrow, if you weren't here," Matt said, and leaned over to get his kiss. "Did you ever consider that maybe he (your husband) wanted you to take the wrong laptop?" Matt added. "What are you suggesting?" "You know, maybe he actually wanted you to find it; like a sexy surprise, or something," Barry offered, as both guys hovered over my face, taking turns re-kissing me. "Hey, this is kinda fun. You guys are pretty good kissers," I giggled and gave them each a longer smooch. "Kinda like kissin' your Mom, ain't it Barry?" I smiled and patted his cheek. "Not really," he answered and inched his body closer to mine. "How 'bout it Matt? Is this how buddies kiss?" I turned and laid one more on Matt's lips. "Never kissed a buddy before, I don't know," he admitted, as our eyes locked together. "Well, if that's the case with my hubby's video, I'm afraid he's in for an even bigger surprise," I said to myself, and ran my hands up and down their thighs. "You know I'm particularly vulnerable right now. I mean the only thing separating me from you two half-naked studs is this thin robe," I glanced down at my heaving melons, and then stared longingly at each of them. "This may be your best chance," I started, when I felt Barry's left hand edge its way up my torso and over my exposed chest. Running his hand lightly over my nipple, I let out a moan and turned to silently prod Matt to do the same. With both co-workers actively fondling my tits, I knew I'd crossed a line. All the in-office sexual innuendo and sarcastic banter between us was nothing more than child's play. This was real and I relished their attention. I needed them as friends, but was more than willing to share them as lovers at this point. I knew this would be no wham-bam thing, as they each lowered their mouths to taste my full, round jugs. Like having a pair of first time attentive lovers, when I gripped their hair, they both took the hint and sucked my tits harder. Between my appreciative moans, I pulled in my arms and freed my hand from underneath them to gain access to their bulging packages. There was no sense of competition between them. Barry's lips kissed their way up my neck, while Matt's lips and tongue wound their way further down my torso. Barry's lips met mine in a passionate kiss, as Matt's fingers and tongue parted my thighs and kissed my pussy. "God, I would have never guessed you guys could be so gentle. Oooh yeah, that feels good," I remarked, as Matt's fingers and tongue found my clit, while Barry went to work on my tits again. My right hand rested on Matt's head, as he patiently brought me to my first real orgasm of the evening. My left hand weaved its way under Barry and into his tight Speedos to feel his hard cock. Taking the hint, he pulled his trunks down, while continuing to suck my boobs. "Are you sure about this Barb?" Asked Matt, leaning back on his heels to pull his trunks off as well. "I'm not sure of anything right now, but I like this," I purred, spread my legs and fingered my wet pussy. "DAMN Barb, you are so fucking hot!" Matt said, as he knelt between my legs jacking his 8-inch cock. "Hot for an old broad huh?" I smiled, fingered my pussy and modeled my big tits for them. "JUST A HOT FUCKING BABE!" Barry shouted and pulled on his proud 7-inch pud, just inches from my face. "So, how long are you fuckers gonna tease me with those tasty cocks, hmm? Are you gonna make me beg?" I asked and seductively rolled over onto all fours. Lining up over Barry's boner, I circled his precum-coated head with my tongue, as I felt Matt's meaty sausage slide down my ass crack and slowly part my lower lips. Gripping my hips, Matt wasted little time filling my pussy with his dick. We echoed each other's groans, before I eagerly opened my mouth to spread my lips around Barry's ready weapon. "Holy shit Man! God DAMN, that feels good!" Barry verbalized, as I coated his hardness from tip to base with saliva and precum, before easily sucking it down my throat. I had a nice rhythmic thing going on, sucking Barry off, when Matt decided he was ready to seriously fuck my mature pussy. Deep thrusting his meat into my hole made me adjust my pace with Barry. Like a fine oiled machine, I was the ideal conduit to devour their combined youthful erotic energy. Soon the guys rhythmically thrusted into my mouth and pussy in perfect harmony. Matt was the first to reach his climax. "Oh GOD, I'm coming!" He announced, quickly withdrawing his pulsating cock to lace my ass with streams of fresh seed. Reaching behind me, I wet my fingers with his white sauce and brought them to my mouth. Watching me savoring Matt's warm juices was enough to trip Barry's trigger. "Shit, I can't... hold... it!" He yelled and jacked his throbbing tool wildly, covering my face with thick, flying strands of his creamy load. "YEAH BABY, give it all to me!" I urged him, as he pumped forth another short burst of cum. "Come here Matt. I want to taste both of you," I pleaded. Grabbing the base of Matt's still-hard prick with one hand and Barry's thick meat in the other, I took quick turns sucking and licking both of them. "Mmmmmm, you both taste SO FUCKING GOOD!" I stated, between long lingering sucks. "There's plenty more where that came from," Matt quipped like some macho man. "Let's hope so; the night is young," I laughed and relinquished my grip on them. Barry went straight to the bathroom and brought a towel for me to clean up. "You're both such gentlemen. I never would have guessed," I said, climbing out of bed. "Matt, that was so sweet of you not to, you know, come in me." Sitting on the edge of the bed, he blushed and nodded. "You know, you could have. I would have let you," I added and buried his face between my boobs. Barry came up from behind me, kissed my shoulders and reached down to play with my pussy. Leaning my head back, I turned my face to kiss him, while Matt took his turn at sucking my jugs. "My goodness, you guys shouldn't start something you can't finish," I said, knowing they would soon have me on the brink of another orgasm. "Oh, I think we can finish anything we start, right Matt?" Barry said, tonguing my ear and fingering my clit. "I don't see a problem there," answered Matt, sucking my tits and tugging on his semi-erection. Matt stopped sucking my melons and started to get off the bed. I pushed him back, until he laid flat on his back. "And, where do you think you're going, Sport?" I scolded, leaning over to take his cock back in my mouth. "I have something special in mind for you two," I smiled, letting Barry finger my clit to another orgasm from behind. "Mmm, and what might that be?" Matt asked, leaning up to support his upper body on his elbows. I reluctantly moved my wet pussy from Barry's expert fingers and swiveled around over Matt's frame. Prodding Matt to hold his erect cock, I lowered myself to line up my ass over it. Lubrication was hardly necessary, as I took the head of his stiff cock into my puckered hole. "Oh God yes, that's it!" I yelled and jerked my head back. "FUCK, it's so damn tight!" Yelled Matt, as I forced more of his rigid, young pole into my tight, hot rectum. Maneuvering my hips and legs, I finally took his entire dick up my ass. "You don't know what tight is Baby. Come here Barry," I said, spreading my legs. Laying with my back against Matt, I beckoned Barry to fuck my pussy. "I've never," he stopped, as I helped him tentatively bring his cock within striking distance. "Don't worry Darlin', you'll be a pro in no time," I reassured him, spread open my pussy and grabbed his ass to pull him close. "Holy shit! It's too tight!" Matt screamed, feeling the added pressure of Barry's erection penetrating my pussy. Matt's pleadings, along with Barry's grunts and groans couldn't compete with the volume of my lust filled cries, as I proceeded to fuck them both simultaneously. "That's it you fuckers. Fill me up. Yeah, fuck me good and hard!" I dared them both, shooting daggers into Barry's eyes. He finally hunched over on me and drove his meat deep in my vagina, so fast and hard I thought my head would explode. Matt's throbbing cock expanded and surged inside me, filling my ass with another burst of his warm cum. My own sustained orgasm started with Barry's deep thrusts, peaked with Matt's climax, and peaked again as Barry deposited his second load of the night. A case of the shivering shakes took hold of me, as gobs of their young cum drained from my two pleasure holes. "Barb you are one awesome fuck, err I mean LADY!" Matt announced, as his limp dick plopped out of my ass along with a residual stream of jism. I smiled and pulled Barry's face to mine for a long wet parting kiss, while he flexed his dwindling erection in my love canal. "Thank you both. I needed that!" I exhaled and rolled off Matt. Stretching out myself seductively on the king-sized bed, I gave them each a sexy smile. They each returned my smile with ones of their own, before they took turns retreating to the bathroom. Having revealed myself to them, I decided the robe was pointless. I made my way to the bathroom for relief and a quick shower. Suspecting my two young lovers would most likely vanish, I was somewhat surprised to see them snuggled under the sheets when I returned. Matt quickly leaped up to let me slide in between their two naked bodies. After a round of giggles I suggested we probably should get some rest. "Whatever you say, Baby," Barry stated, as they both turned toward me to caress my naked body from head to toe. "We'll never get any sleep like this, guys," I whispered between pleasurable moans. That was the last recognizable words said. Only the sounds of wet, well-lubricated sex and orgasmic groans filled the room, as they each took turns sucking my tits and sliding on top of me for more fucking. I lost track of who was who, after they each had taken me a number of times. Some time after returning from my third or fourth visit to the bathroom, I finally dozed off. It was the sweet smell of fresh coffee that woke me the next morning. The guys had ordered room service and were already dressed for work when I yawned to meet the day. "Wow, you guys are certainly with it–look at you!" I said, pulling on my robe. "Hope ya like 'em scrambled?" Matt smiled. "Yeah, smells fantastic! Let me hit the shower quick. I'll be right back." Taking a fresh cup of java with me, I was soon greeted by a less than alluring face in the bathroom mirror. Shaking the sleep and who-knows-what from my hair, I suddenly felt the aches and pain that come from seldom used muscles. "God, it's a bitch getting old," I realized and stepped into the warm welcoming shower. What to wear? After that kind of night, what DO I wear? Starring back into the mirror for inspiration it dawned on me. If I really do stand a good chance of being fired, then why should I give a rat's ass what I wear? Screw it, I'll just dress for my two fuck-buddies and the hell what anyone else (my boss) thinks. Leaving my hair down, I pulled on a pair of thigh-high black hose and French-cut panties. Opting for a dark red camisole, I left my bra in the suitcase and squeezed into a short dark skirt. A fitted matching jacket covered the boys' hickies on my neck, but still offered a nice deep shot of my cleavage. Pink pearls and patent leather pumps and I was ready for the day. Matt and Barry openly ogled me, this time without my normal scolding. I actually relished their nasty remarks and accepted them as compliments. Finishing up breakfast, we packed up and headed for the elevator. When it stopped on our floor and opened, I nearly lost my breath. There was Rick to greet us. The three Musketeers quickly scanned each others' expressions for which one would be the most appropriate to use. Realizing we were hopelessly caught, Matt cleared his throat. We nervously shoe-horned ourselves into the crowded elevator, and tried our best to sound like four co-workers enjoying the morning stress of another day. The unspoken tension was thick with silence, as we made the short trip to the main floor. Literally butted up against Rick, I fell slightly back into him, when the elevator came to a sudden stop. I mumbled some expected apology and quickly escaped the hot confines of the elevator, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Turning toward that shoulder, I recognized Rick's rich cologne. "Barb, we need to talk." I nodded. "See me in the conference room, once you guys get settled, okay?" I slowly nodded again and finally exhaled. "Oh God, this is it. He's gonna fire me for sure!" I sensed and nervously made my way to our client's offices. Making a bee-line to our work room, I frantically entered and leaned back against the door to shut it. "What is it Babe?" Asked Matt. "He wants to see me in the conference room – now! Sure as shit, he's gonna fire me. I just KNOW it!" "Hey, you don't know that," Barry offered. "Yeah, he just wants to go over the audit, like he does every day," Matt added, as I stood frozen against the door. The long, silent pause that followed told the boys I wasn't buying their logic. "Tell ya what, we'll give you ten or fifteen minutes and come check on ya, how's that?" Barry said, soothing my cheek. I took a few deep breaths, nodded and gave them each a guarded smile. "Thanks, you guys. Thanks for everything, " I winked and took one more big breath for courage. Out the door, down the long hall, I gathered all the necessary composure and opened the conference room door. There he stood, with his back to me, at the end of the long mahogany table. I shut the door loud enough to be heard and turned to flash a patented, cheerful smile. He turned to face me. Multi-tasking Momma "Damn Barb, don't make this any harder," he said curling his brow. I held my smile, expecting the worst. He lowered his piercing, dark eyes from mine and shook his head. I placed the infamous laptop on the table and came toward him. Dressed in his dark, three piece suit, he was especially attractive. With his eyes transfixed on the empty table, I came close to his tall, athletic frame and touched his arm. "Rick, let me explain..." I started, when he stopped me, took my arms and had me sit in a high-back executive chair. "No, let me...let me do this!" He took over. Tapping my arms to make me stay seated, he began pacing down the long table, as he spoke. "What I did last night was inexcusable. I don't know what got into me! I've never come on to an employee–ever! Can you forgive me?" He begged, hanging his head. "Forgive you?" I repeated. "Yes, I'm so sorry for, for everything!" Rick pleaded, at the far end of the table. Watching him in recovery mode, he looked so damn cute. When he casually unbuttoned his jacket and leaned on the table to add emphasis to his apology I felt a familiar urge shoot straight to my pussy. "Really Rick, there's nothing for you to feel sorry about," I smiled and crossed my legs, letting my skirt slide up way past my knee. "I should have taken it as a compliment actually. I mean that you would find me attractive," I said, letting my fingers comb through my ash-blonde locks. "I should have never left like that. It was wrong of me." He was noticeably relieved by my comments and edged his way along side the table toward me, as he spoke. "NO! You had every right to be upset and leave as fast as you did!" He stated. "Hell, I had my hands all over you," he added, while I slowly undid a few lower buttons on my jacket. "I wasn't upset at you. Your hands felt good–really good, in fact," I blushed and undid the middle button. "Then why..." he stopped dead in his tracks, finally close enough to see my stage of undress. "It felt too good! No, I loved your warm touch," I simmered and boldly finished undoing my jacket. "See, I was afraid you would see me as some ugly, cheap whore, after watching that damn movie. I was so afraid you would fire me," I reasoned, leaned forward and pulled my arms from my business jacket leaving my upper half covered with only the thin-strapped, sheer camisole. I could easily see from his expression, my little striptease was having a positive effect. Still frozen in place, he nervously spread the Windsor knot on his tie to loosen his stiff collar. After glancing cautiously to make sure the blinds were drawn over any revealing conference room windows, he spoke. "That's silly Barb. I could never fire you; and, just for the record, you're anything but ugly or a whore. You're incredibly attractive!" That was all my 35-year-old boss needed to say to prime my pump. Criss-crossing my arms, I took hold of my camisole and hoisted it up and over my chest and head. His first instinct was to lick his lips, as I lifted and fondled my boobs. "And these, do you find these attractive?" I asked, lifting first one then the other to lick my nipples. "Yes, they're beautiful, but maybe this isn't the best time or place, for that matter," he complimented and shifted his stance to his other leg. His awkward glances back to the door made my performance seem even naughtier. I ignored him. "They're bigger now than in the video–double-Ds, can you tell?" I asked, with a nonchalant, blonde's air of seduction. "Yes, I can s-see that," he stammered. "So, you did watch my hubby's little movie more than once?" I asked, raising one foot, bending my knee, to rest one high heeled pump on the huge chair. His attention immediately went to my exposed legs. He sheepishly nodded, while I hiked my skirt up to display my thigh-high nylons and black satin panties. Twisting and tugging my nipples, I reached down with my other hand to pull my damp panties aside. "I watched it several times too. It made me so hot, seeing his cock fucking my pussy," I said, forcing two fingers past my outer lips to run circles around my slick clit. "Mm, SO fucking HOT! All I could think of was how good it would feel to have a real man's cock in me," I grunted, seething with a devilish desire to ravish my young boss. His state of arousal was evident, as he cautiously edged closer to me. In one, desperate lunge, I clamped my hand around his belted trousers and pulled him close. Without pretense, in one, fluid motion, my fingers quickly undid his belt and unzipped him. Still seated in the unaccustomed leather luxury of the large director's chair, I extracted his long, thick cock. I had expected nine or ten inches of solid muscle, and I wasn't disappointed. I love taking a man at the beginning of his hardon. In Rick's case, his semi-hard erection was already larger than Matt's, Barry's, or my husband's at full strength. My mouth watered, as I jacked his flexible rod faster and faster. The overwhelming need to taste him got the best of me, and I leaned down to shovel his sizable meat into my mouth. Tugging and twisting the base of it by hand, I soon made a loud, sloppy mess of sucking his delicious manhood deeper. "Mmmmm, I've wanted to taste this for so long," I got out, between deep, succulent draws. "God damn Barb; you do that SO good!" Rick shuddered, as I took more and more of his emerging hardness into my throat. After a few, short gags I opened my mouth wider and let him deep throat me. When he took hold of my ash blonde locks and settled into a fast-paced face fucking, I knew I could take him to completion. The volume of his grunts and moans increased. I grabbed hold of his tight ass, and felt my pussy leaking like I had just pulled a plug. That's when I heard a light tapping on the conference door behind me. Hoping (praying) whoever it was would disappear, I locked my mouth and teeth around Rick's ready cock. The precautionary knock was replaced by a harder, more deliberate knock and then the door opened. Rick grabbed a big chunk of my hair and pulled my head quickly back. His cock literally popped out of my mouth. With the leather chair hiding our indiscretion, I peered around the side toward the door. "Jesus Christ, Barry!" I smiled and shook my head, hardly believing his inept timing. Barry's immediate expression of concern dissolved into a shy smile, which I returned, before re-focusing my attentions to servicing our boss. Rick stood in silent disbelief with my hand wrapped around his strong, perpendicular erection hidden from Barry's view by the chair. When I heard the door close and lock, I assumed Barry had made his retreat, and took Rick's not-quite-as-sturdy erection back into my mouth. One should never assume what they hear. "So Rick, what do you think of our darling secretary? Quite gifted, don't ya think?" Barry startled me, as he softly brushed away a few of my blonde locks to get a better view. Rick's powerful erection suddenly dissolved in my mouth. "Uh yeah, she really is something," Rick answered. I could tell he was instantly embarrassed by Barry's presence. Of course, I took his depleted condition as a challenge and sucked his waning erection harder. Moaning and slobbering like some two-bit whore, I pulled out every trick I knew to rejuvenate my boss's cock. It was no use. Barry, however, was fully aroused. Unzipping his pants, Barry eased me down from the chair and pulled up my skirt. Doggy-style on the floor, I continued to hard-suck Rick, when I felt Barry's hands on my naked ass. Barry's dick parted my saturated lips from behind. "Oh Barb, you're so fucking wet! Let's show Rick a bit of what he missed last night, shall we?" Barry said, and easily slid his rock-hard, seven-incher inside my pussy. Feeling his familiar meat thrust in me to the hilt was exactly what my body craved. I jerked my head back off of Rick's limp tool and let out a guttural groan I was sure could be heard down the hall. "OH GAWD!" I yelled and thrust my ass backward to revel in the primal eroticism of the moment. Barry's young hips and pelvis banged into me faster and faster, while I tried to reach out for Rick's cock. In all the commotion, Rick had zipped up and backed away from the two of us. "You guys go ahead and have your fun. I've gotta get back to the audit," Rick nervously retreated. "Oh, and make sure you clean up after," he half chuckled again and headed for the door. I knew he had to be pissed off by the change of events. However, at that moment, all I could focus on was Barry's throbbing cock filling me up with a full load of fresh cum, which he faithfully executed not long after the door shut. We finished the audit ahead of schedule. Our fearsome, but now subdued foursome retired to the hotel. Matt and Barry made their own plans for the evening, as they were prone to do. I wished them a good time and didn't return an objection, when they politely asked if they could call on me later. Settling back into my room, I couldn't wipe the image of my young boss's fine physique out of my brain... and, that glorious hunk of manhood. With the boys out on the prowl, I figured I had at least three or four good hours to myself. There was certainly no use wasting them alone, I reckoned. Besides, I felt a pang of guilt for letting Rick get away earlier in the conference room. "There must be some way I can make it up to you, Rick?" I questioned him over the phone. "Well, I was planning on meeting Jake (his father) tonite, but I can probably reschedule that," he answered. "Oh good! Tell ya what, pick me up around six and we'll take in an early swim. How does that sound?" I bubbled. He agreed and we finished the call. The crazy cogs in my active imagination shifted immediately to hyper-drive, as I concocted a simple plan to re-seduce my hunky, married boss. Sure, I planned to go swimming, swimming in his CUM! I doused the sexy swimsuit routine and opted for the slinky-slip-covered-by-a-terrycloth-robe scheme. This time there would be no intrusions, no surprises. I could focus my complete attention on an evening of sweet debauchery without diversions. Downing a few shots of tequila, I was in a beautiful state of euphoria (had a good buzz on), when I heard his knock on my door. "Are you decent?" He asked. "Not since I was sixteen," I snickered, pulling the door open. A long, plush towel draped over his full, strong, naked shoulders. A skin-tight pair of black trunks, to match his dark head of hair, marked the outline of his generous, yet flaccid package. He lost little in height, wearing a pair of matching Italian sandals. "Come on in. I'm just about ready," I said, as his right elbow slightly glanced my chest. Taking stock of my more practical digs, he followed safely behind me until I entered the bathroom. I purposely left the door open to watch his reflection in the mirror, as I applied another coat of lip gloss. "That's a nice, well-stocked suit you have there," I mentioned, winking at him in the mirror. He smiled, then averted his eyes. "I suppose I should apologize for my performance today in the conference room," he submitted. "What's to be sorry for? You're just not comfortable in mixed company, right? I can relate to that," I enabled him and let my robe fall open to reveal my simple, white slip underneath. "You must think I'm a real prude or something," he said. "There's nothing wrong with feeling uncomfortable having another guy in the same, shall we say, proximity," I smiled, let my head tilt to one side and fluffed up the back of my hair. "Y-you were just so alluring. I should have never chickened out. Given the chance, I'd never blow THAT again!" "Alluring, huh? I don't recall a guy using that adjective about me," I said, slowly turning to face him. Feigning a blush, I glanced down; pulled my robe off my shoulders, and let it fall to my feet. Returning my eyes to meet his, I deliberately pulled his towel away. "What's that you said about second chances?" I asked, dropping his towel at my feet. "Yes, you are alluring, sexy, sensual, attractive, beautiful..." he sweet-talked me, as his fingers slowly peeled away the thin straps on my slip. "And yes, I do believe in second chances – if you do?" He whispered and softly ran his hands from where the straps hung up my arms, shoulders, and up my neck. My more-than-ample tits and hard nipples did an admirable job of holding the slip in place, as mister tall, dark, and handsome bent down to open his mouth on mine. Instantly our wet tongues prodded and probed, while my hands found the waistline of his swimsuit. Pulling me closer for more head shifting and tongue plunging, I stepped aside just enough to finagle my hand inside to reach his hardening flesh. He let out a short gasp, as I pushed and pulled his trunks down. Shortly backing off his passionate kiss, I stepped backward, peeled down my slip and leaned back against the bathroom vanity. Spreading my legs to fondle my pussy, I watched his solid hardon plop from its tight confines. He stepped out of his trunks. I turned my naked self again to the mirror. Feeling his hands rising from my hips to cup my melons, I was greeted with the warmth of his long, thick cock between my ass cheeks. On my heels, I needed only to bend forward slightly, as his cockhead toyed with my tender, ready lips. Feeling the wide girth of his stiff 10-inch rod penetrating my pussy, I let go of one, long, contented sigh. "Oh GOD, that feels SO good!" We almost said in unison. What never was meant to happen between management and employee suddenly felt so perfect. My lust for him triggered in me all the lubrication necessary for a good slam-bam fuck session. Boobs and balls went flying, as he crashed into me. Over and over his cock filled and refilled my hot vagina. Grabbing hold of my hair, he forced my head up to meet his desperate, lustful expressions. "OH GOD! Fill me up! Yeah Baby, fuck me good!" I exhorted, as his pace quickened. His pulsing piston was like some fiery probe and ready to yield my reward. "That's it! Oh God Rick! Give it to me now! Shoot it in me NOW!" I commanded, between exhausted breaths. Suddenly I felt the full pressure of his thickness expand deep inside me. That wonderful, small expansion of his inevitable release lit the fuse to ignite my orgasm. When he unceremoniously yanked out his throbbing cock to spew a full, fresh load of white cum all over my ass, I wasn't about to compromise my own climax. My hand and fingers dove quickly to my clit, as I desperately brought myself off. Grabbing a full tit and nipple with my other hand, I felt my orgasm heighten, and then wane. "Jesus Christ Rick! What's the deal, Honey? You know you don't have to pull out," I shook my head, stood up, and felt the remnants of his explosion stream its way down my ass crack. "Sorry, I wasn't sure I should let that happen," he apologized yet again, and handed me a hand towel. I accepted his apology by throwing my arms around his neck and tonguing his ear. Ignoring the towel, I reached behind and scooped up a sizable glob of his fresh goo. Bringing it to my lips, mere inches from his face, I licked the starchy load from my fingers. "Mmmm, so yummy," I smiled and batted my eyes. Rick gave me a fast, cautious kiss on the lips. As he grabbed up his trunks, a knock on the door startled me. "Holy shit. Now, who the hell is THAT?" I yelled. Rick didn't seem at all surprised. If anything, his relaxed body language told me he might have expected it. "That might be my dad," he started. "Well, thanks for telling ME!" "He couldn't change his schedule around, so I told him to meet us here. I told him he could join us for a swim. How did I know we weren't really going swimming?" Rick lamely defended himself. "You told him about me? Just what did you say? Oh, never mind. You better let him in now," I said reluctantly. Grabbing the tequila, I hustled myself back into the bathroom to rescue my makeup. "Jake, is that you?" I heard Rick as I closed the bathroom door. I was working up a good pissy fit, as I reapplied my makeup and fixed my hair. What was the deal with Rick inviting his father to MY room? He had to have known I was going to make a play for him. He had to know the whole swimming thing was just a ruse for getting him to my room. Downing another long swig of tequila, I opted to play his little deceptive game, and put my one piece swimsuit on. Pulling the short robe over it, I opened the door. Father and son were seated at the one round table I had in the room, as I sauntered toward them. Damn, I had forgot to loose the high heels. About the time that flashed through my cloudy head, Rick's father stood to meet me. Also dressed in his swimsuit, the handsome, white-haired gent had a small hi-tech camera in his hand. He soon switched the camera to his other hand, smiled broadly and reached with his free hand toward me. "Hi, I'm Jake, Rick's dad. And you must be Barb," he said smoothly. "My, my, she is every bit as attractive as you described Rick," he continued, while his dark eyes scanned my body. "The apple hadn't fallen very far from this tree," I thought, as his hand shook mine. "It's my pleasure, Mr. Wilson," I returned and tried to withdraw my hand from his. Jake was an older, even slimmer, version of his handsome son. A mix of gray and white hair covered his deep tanned, finely chiseled chest. By the look of the wiry muscled gent, I figured him to be my age or a bit older. When Jake finally let go of my hand, he caught me looking at the camera. "Oh, don't get any ideas Barb, I just bought this little gadget. Just trying to learn how to use it. Rick has one and he's promised to get me up to snuff one all this new technology." "I wasn't thinking anything–bad or otherwise (I really was). Should we have that swim guys?" I offered. "There's no rush, if you've got something you two need to do," said Jake, fiddling with his camera. "Just how much did Rick divulge to his father?" I wondered. "NO, I'm ready for a swim, aren't you?" I directed at Rick. Rick responded quickly, "Yeah right, let me use the john, and we can take off." With Rick conveniently relieving himself, his father took the opportunity to close in on me. "So, I hear you like fucking married men," Jake stated, approaching me head on and running his hand inside my robe. "Where did you ever get that idea?" I blurted out and quickly reached up to stop his hand from any further exploration. "No need to pull the phony, virginal secretary bullshit with me. Rick already told me about your little episode at work today," Jake said, smugly; yanking my robe off one shoulder. "Now, let's see these big hooters I've been hearing about." "Hey soldier, I may not be a virgin, but I don't know where you get the idea you can treat me like that," I seethed and tried pushing him back with both hands. The spry old fart grabbed my wrists and muscled me closer to him. "STOP IT JACK! You're hurting me," I commanded, and squirmed to break his tight grip. "The name is JAKE, and I hardly think I'm hurting you. Now, if I shoved my cock up your ass, that might be a bit painful–but, only at first," he sneered and buried his head in my neck. "Well, that's a treat you'll never appreciate," I said, bringing my leg between his to line up a shot to his crotch. "Now, let go of me or..." I started, giving the abrasive leach one last chance to retreat. "Or what? You'll embarrass yourself in front of your boss? I think not; you're smarter than that." This clown was really pissing me off at this point, but he had made an astute observation. I really didn't want to have Rick come back and see us like this. Who knows what he might think. I let my muscles relax and allowed the old guy to kiss and nibble at my neck. "Okay Jake, what is it? What do you want? You wanna see my tits, is that it?"