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SoundTek Systems Inc.

By: claretwine



Edited by Angel Love

Chapter 1

"Wish I could go sight seeing instead of attending this dumb convention!" Mark thought as he stepped into the lobby of the famous San Antonio El Palacio Hotel. 

His boss in Seattle set his foot down on this particular trip, knowing Mark would do everything to get out of going to yet another convention. His boss knew that SoundTek's annual software package would be the craze at the San Antonio fair, not to mention that the city was Mark's hometown, so he insisted that Mark attend to represent their company. He could, after all, learn what new features the new package sported and maybe network with other users to evaluate how plausible SoundTek's audio innovations might be to research and development. 

Now in the lobby, Mark dodged a flurry of mutual convention goers as he made his way to the check-in desk. Two lines had formed to accommodate guests. Both seemed rather long so he chose the one on his left, mainly because it put him behind a lady rather than the two men who were boring the crowd in the other. In his line, however, he stood directly behind a female who oddly enough, seemed familiar to him. 

Why, he didn't know but for some reason, his gut feeling was that he knew her from days past. As his line moved forward, she eventually stood directly in front of the counter. A hotel employee greeted her but Mark couldn't quite hear the conversation over the noisy lobby crowd and the fountain gushing geysers of water to his right. Then checking his watch, he noticed it was about six o'clock, time to go and get some of San Antonio's famous Chicken Fajitas. 

Suddenly, the lady in front of him stepped to her left, turned, and walked past him, allowing him plenty of room to move forward. As she did, they mutually caught the other's eye for a moment. 

"My God, she's lovely!" Mark thought as he took two steps forward. 

While the hotel clerk processed his reservation, Mark kept searching his database of memories to see if he might have known this woman. She looked so familiar, probably his age, and her smile was much like a girl he'd known in high school. 

And as he maneuvered his way to the elevator to ascend to the ninth floor, he caught a glimpse of her again from behind. Several people cut in front of him blocking his view as several elevators opened to receive their prey. By the time he reached the panel, she was gone. He pressed the up button and waited for the first door to open. When it did, he stepped in only to receive the shock that comes when one encounters someone he hasn't seen in over thirty years. 

Mutually, the two inhaled sharply as the realization hit them simultaneously. There in the hotel, Mark Styles stared directly into the beautiful eyes of his high school sweetheart, Vesta Brandon. 

"Mark?" Vesta said in surprise. 

"Vesta?" he responded in like kind. 

Immediately, they wrapped their arms around the other while several inhabitants entered the elevator. Neither noticed the others nor would they care what anyone else might have imagined. Their hug lasted several flights until the eighth floor dinged its announcement. 

"Oh Mark! I can't believe its you!" Vesta said.  "This is my floor! Can we?" 

But Mark interrupted quickly and said, "You bet we can! Dinner! Meet you in the lobby in thirty minutes!" then her charming face disappeared as the door closed between them.  

When the door opened to the ninth floor, Mark stepped into the hallway with a dance like step, all the way to his room, #952. His keycard unlocked the door in a flash. He threw his suitcase, bags, and laptop on the king size bed nearby, and immediately pulled his cell phone out to report in with his boss, who was probably fixing his afternoon cup of coffee. 

"Bill here!" his boss muttered as he answered the phone. 

"Bill, it's Mark Styles and I'm at the hotel now," he said in his business like voice. 

Though he tried to sound like he was worn out from his flight, his tone sounded suspect as he did everything he could to cover-up the sheer excitement he felt from meeting his old fling. A little surprised by the detection of a faint sound of enjoyment in Mark's tone, Bill made sure to remind Mark that this was supposed to be a working trip, Monday through Friday afternoon. 

In his typical commanding voice, Bill said, "Now Mark. I know San Antonio is home turf for you but remember! You're there to work, not to look up your old buddies and go gallivanting around!" 

Occasionally listening to his boss but mainly pondering what the night might hold, Mark managed to respond, "Uh, what? Oh sure, Bill, I'll report to you each evening on the day's progress in software development." 

"See that you do, Mark!" Bill demanded knowing all the while that he'd would most likely forget. 

As they disconnected, Bill smiled at what he deemed to be his best employee, one who might even become a vice president in the next few years. He'd been grooming Mark for the position but he knew well that Mark lacked one credential that was a must for a vice. Mark simply didn't know how to have fun! Bill would have to teach this man how to loosen up, how to live as a professional but have a rip snorting good time. 

Mark, on the other hand, had completely forgotten the phone call. He stood in front of his bathroom mirror to get a quick shave and brush his teeth. Then he spritzed on his favorite cologne Halston, and quickly changed into a clean pullover shirt. So he wouldn't be interrupted, he decided to leave his cell phone behind, just in case Bill decided his working week should start that night. 

Then Mark flew out of his room, trotted down the hall to the bank of elevators, and went directly to the hotel lobby to meet his beautiful Vesta Brandon. Some five minutes early, he walked quickly into the lobby, looking all around to see if she had arrived. Not finding her, he decided he'd wait near the fountain so his view of her might be, as she stepped off the elevator. 

And when she did, his eyes filled with the wonder of his high school sweetheart though now a mature woman. She walked gracefully across the Spanish tiled floor, wearing dark brown slacks and a pale yellow top that fit nicely to her well developed form. Quickly, Mark's lips formed a wow like pose and it made Vesta smile. 

Thirty some odd years of distance hadn't made one bit of difference to him or her. His wow was exactly the same response he'd given to her many years before when he drove his old bomb to pick her up for their senior prom. In like kind, she shot him her special look that he alone would understand. 

Her hair was dark brown but much shorter than the style of the seventies. Her skin tone appeared to be the same unblemished hue that he'd previously known. And of course her smile did as it always had done to him, a smile of warmth, acceptance, and longing to be with the man she'd hoped to marry but couldn't. 

Enchanted by her beauty, Mark walked to meet her in the middle of the lobby. There, he offered her his right arm and she slid hers inside, making sure to mash some of her womanly charms against him. At the sensation, Mark felt a stirring in his pants but didn't want to let her know of such desires. 

In front of the hotel, he hailed a cab and they sped off to one of his old jaunts, a favorite restaurant called La Sonora Mysterio, romantically located on the river walk.  And as he remembered from years past, the Spanish decor set the mood for romance at it's finest. A waiter greeted them; complemented Vesta in Spanish, then seated them at a more secluded table for two. After they ordered their food, they settled into the background music while flamenco dancers twirled colorful dresses on the dance floor. Mark slid his left hand forward to hold Vesta's and she laid hers onto his. 

With a broad smile on her face, she said, "Mark, it's so hard to believe we're together after all these years!"  

"I know, Vesta, I can't believe it either!" he said. 

"It was so hard leaving you for college, Mark!" she said as if she were about to cry. 

Mark didn't say anything but desperately wanted to respond, to say something, to share the feelings he'd felt when they parted. But he found himself without the right words to describe the heartache he felt over losing her. He'd wanted to marry her but her parents were not about to allow such a union so early in their young lives. Vesta had to attend the college of her father's choice, some one thousand miles away from Mark's. The decisions then seemed nothing short of cruel and secretly Vesta wanted to run away to marry Mark behind her parent's backs. 

As Mark gently squeezed the beautiful woman's hand, he finally found the words to tell her what he'd wanted to say at the tender age of eighteen. 

"Vesta! You were so pretty years ago but are definitely the most beautiful lady in the universe now!" he said with a heart of confidence. "I feel so honored to be in your presence again!" 

Overwhelmed by the changes in him, she sensed the awkwardness of a young man's desires now fully developed into a mature man's romantic poem. Her heart warmed at his words for she knew he'd not known how to express them before. And now they meant so much more for he'd offered them freely without any personal prompting. 

While their dinner continued, they reminisced the college years, their varied employments, and the current state of affairs. Both learned that the other had been married but both had lost their mates to lengthy chronic illnesses. Mutually, the news drew them together in empathy yet somehow it didn't destroy the magic of the evening. 

When their dinner of Fajitas and Enchiladas Verdi had been completely devoured, Mark escorted his lovely date to a waiting cab and back to the hotel. Walking through the door, Mark slipped his arm around Vesta's waist. Several men and women nearby smiled at what they considered a married couple in love. Walking and talking they found their way to the elevators, neither one knowing what might happen next. 

Secretly hoping that the elevator was empty and would stay that way, Mark escorted Vesta inside. When she pressed the button for the eighth floor, a lady probably in her thirties stepped in. Mark's face displayed a sudden annoyance at her entrance but the lady looked them over in suspicion resulting in a wry smile on her face. When the elevator reached Vesta's floor, the two walked hand in hand leaving the younger lady to jump to any conclusion she wanted. 

When they reached room #850, Mark made his move. He spun her around, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her. She responded in favorable fashion wrapping her arms around his neck. At her move, Mark felt her full breast pillows pressed longingly into his chest.  That move fuelled passions like nothing else could. Their kissing became more intense, resulting in a much closer and sensuous hug. 

But suddenly, they heard the sound of a throat clearing in disapproving tones. Mark and Vesta broke the kiss, turned to stare in the direction of room #852, and found them confronted by an older woman, probably in her early sixties. Her lips were pursed in disapproval, her face a sullen gray, and her eyes shot them a pure glance of anger over what she deemed to be very inappropriate. 

"Excuse me, young people!" she snapped. "I'm not against affection, mind you, but to do it out in public?" 

Shocked, Vesta and Mark immediately broke into laughter at her assessment of their unbridled affections. When they looked back at her, she had her fists wrapped tightly and standing on her hips like a mother about to administer discipline. Her face seemed even tighter in disapproval, especially at what she deemed to be out and out rebellious laughter. 

"Now see here, young couple!" the older woman said in disgust. "If you want to be affectionate, do it elsewhere in private. And furthermore, if you think you're going to party down in your room, I'll call security if I hear any inappropriate noises, you hear me?" 

In defiant disbelief, Vesta challenged her by saying, "So who are you, the Sex Nazi?"  

At Vesta's words, the lady's face wrinkled as eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed tight. Without waiting for the Sex Nazi to respond, Vesta planted a kiss on Mark and made sure she mashed her big breasts into him so the old lady could fully disapprove. Then the couple went into Vesta's room and laughed almost uncontrollably for what seemed like ten minutes. As each gained control over the humor of the event, they found themselves once again in passionate hugs and kisses. 

Tongues darted in and out in playful motion as each wasted no time in letting hands fondle freely. Vesta began to rub her fingers over Mark's chest making sure she gently prodded the already hardened nipples slightly protruding from underneath his shirt. At this, he moaned and rammed his tongue deep into her mouth. She also responded as he slid his hands up and down her back to rest on her perfectly, rounded butt. 

Then he slid his hands upward to cup her large mounds formerly pressed against him. When she felt Mark's hand fully grab her pillows, she moaned and broke the kiss to sound her passions. 

"Oh strip me Mark and let's party down, baby!" she said in lust filled voice. 

Immediately, Mark began to fondle her like there was no tomorrow. In response she groaned and begged him to strip her naked and do whatever he wanted. Mark quickly removed her top revealing her luscious breasts covered by her sexy bra that barely contained her fullness. He wanted to then pull her bra off so he could hold her massive breasts but she begged him to remove her pants and panties next. She kicked off her sandals and stood ready for the unveiling that she knew would send his cock ripping through his pants. 

Mark awkwardly unbuckled Vesta's pants and dropped to his knees to pull them down. As he did, he found himself staring directly into her panty covered triangle. Her wetness had already seeped through leaving the lacey material dark. Her womanly aroma filled the air with the anticipation of sex. In animal like passion, Mark pressed his tongue to her soaked region. Covering his tongue with her pre cum wetness, he almost blew his load right then and there. 

Vesta moaned when she felt his tongue on her still hidden pussy mound. Then he stood to finish the strip the way he always wanted to do her years before. He spun her around and pulled her back so her ass was pressed firmly into his about to burst rod and slid his hands under her arms and reached around to unclasp her bra in the front. When it fell to the floor, he cupped her mountains of softness causing both to moan in sheer excitement. 

"Oh my God, Vesta! Your tits are so big!" he moaned in wanton delight. 

"They're yours lover! Do with them as you please!" she said in lustful response. 

Mark let go of her right tit to move his hand down to fondle her ass through her panties. She moaned in approval pressing her butt back into his squeezing fingers. So intense was his lust for her that he then reached down with both hands and yanked her panties down her legs to the floor. She stepped out quickly leaving her backside to his full view. 

"Like my ass, Mark?" she said in a sexy voice that soon turned to a purr. 

He lunged for it taking each cheek in hand and fondling them fully. Then she pulled away and did what he hadn't expected. She turned around slowly and allowed his eye gates to fill with her frontal nudity, a move that would certainly send him into desires that wouldn't end until he'd exploded inside her. 

The result was staggering to mark as he found himself staring into the luscious form of his old fling, fully naked and fully ready for sex. In response, he began to tear his clothing off like there was no tomorrow. His shirt went flying across the room, his pants dropped quickly, then Vesta bent down to help him out of his shoes and socks. As she did, she made sure to kiss the boxer covered protrusion that if unleashed, would have struck her in the side of the face. 

Then after Mark stepped out of his slacks, he said, "Pull my boxers down with your teeth, baby!" 

Obediently, Vesta bit the top, elastic strap and yanked them down only to get slapped in the face by his stiff rod. It bobbed aimlessly looking for her pussy but she soon took it in hand to steady him. 

Vesta then opened her mouth to suck his cock. As she swallowed one, two, three, four inches of his length, he felt pleasures like he'd not known before. She licked the underside where all men feel stimulated then pulled her had back to release his shaft from her sucking mouth. 

Mark lifted her and drove his tongue in her mouth like a cock pumping a wet pussy. His hands roamed freely as did hers. Passions mounted almost to the boiling point till he pulled his tongue from her mouth and they mutually pulled the covers down on the bed. While Vesta climbed into position with her legs spread wide to receive her man, Mark noticed that there was a door that he assumed connected Vesta's room to the stuffy, old, virgin next door. 

Then realizing what her lover had seen, Vesta began to beg loudly, "Oh Mark fuck me! Fuck me in the pussy, you big dicked lover!"  

Neither knew if the SN next door was listening but Mark told her to not hold back. He climbed between his babe's legs while she grabbed the head of his rod to position it at her cuntal entrance. And when he felt her wetness, he pursued her pussy with reckless abandon. His cock rammed forward to fill her full bush cunt, making her screaming delights at his entrance. 

Her legs wrapped around his body like the loving vice he needed. In and out he plunged his dick while the two said words and phrases of steaming, hot lust. 

"I'm going to fuck you good, baby!" he growled only to hear her say, "Fuck my hairy pussy, lover!" 

Now fully pressed onto her, he squeezed the pink nipple on her big right tit with his left-hand. The sensations made her yelp in pleasurable sounds, especially as her pussy filled with his stiff cock. Spasms on his rod made him pick up the pace till he was literally bouncing up and down on her body. 

Their groans, moans, and pleading words rang loudly, filling the air with the anticipating of climactic release. Faster and faster he pumped into her until she unwrapped her legs to then dig her heals into the mattress that had previously enjoyed her bottom. In and out, in and out, in, out, in, out, till all orgasmic splendor broke loose. 

"OH Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaark!!!" she screamed in joyous song. 

Her pussy clamped down on his dick like it was about to bite it off then Mark grunted, "Oh baby! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" as his steaming, hot load blasted inside her tunnel of love. 

For what seemed like minutes afterward, their moans and groans and shrieking sounds filled the room till both fell into spent relief. Hearts pounded in fulfillment, their sweaty bodies intermingled in never wanting to be untied, and their heads lay side by side waiting for the other to speak. 

But at the adjoining door, they heard, "Bam! Bam! Bam!" as the Sex Nazi from room #852 hammered out her disapproval. 

Mark rolled off his lover and lay beside her drawing her into his arms and holding her close. They remained there till the morning; never saying a word but having experienced the thrill of over thirty years of desire for one another. Neither really cared what the Old Iceberg thought but then again, Mark didn't know what awaited him the next morning.  

SoundTek Systems Inc. Ch. 02



Edited by Angel Love

Chapter 2

When the wake-up call came around six o'clock on Monday morning, it startled the sleeping lovers, Mark and Vesta. Neither wanted to answer the phone but Vesta reached over, sleepily grabbed the receiver, and managed to mutter an unintelligible greeting. When she hung up the phone, she kissed Mark making sure he had plenty of breast softness to stimulate him awake. 

Giggling, she said, "Wake up baby doll! You'd better go to your room and get cleaned up for the first convention session!"  

But Mark was pinned to the bed with two large breasts, not to mention Vesta's naked body. They kissed tenderly then she rolled off and left him semi hard so she could climb into a hot shower. Mark got up, managed to dress, and left. When he closed her door, he started to run his comb through his disheveled hair but suddenly was interrupted by the opening of the door of room #852. 

As it opened, he started to walk in that direction but soon found himself staring at Virginia Virginity, the old Sex Nazi from the previous night. She was wearing a robe that must have been at least seventy five years old, probably one her great grandmother wore when she was sick. SN stepped out into the hallway, turned, and immediately shot Mark a glare that would rival the Guns of Navarone. 

"Well, well!!!" she said with a smirk. "Just leaving?" she said in her self righteous tone. 

Standing three feet away, Mark said, "It isn't any of your business, lady!" 

"No?" she snapped back. "Well you made it my business young man! In fact, you made it everyone's business on the eighth floor!" 

"Oh, yeah, sure we did!" he said in response. 

"You sure did! The noises, the nasty words, the yelling, the screaming, the moaning, and the groaning kept me and others awake for hours!" she spat with her mean look. 

Mark chuckled at her and asked if she'd learned anything new. His words made shades of pink and red boil up from her neck to her forehead. In response to colors he'd not previously seen before, he laughed heartily then walked by her to the elevators. Three or four minutes later, he climbed into his own hot shower and there he reminisced his evening with his beautiful Vesta. 

The first SoundTek Systems session assembled at nine o'clock in the large meeting room. Vesta waited there and met Mark with her fantastic smile, one that told him she'd thoroughly enjoyed their evening and night together. He took her by the hand, kissed her softly, and then escorted her to the third row of chairs, just to the left of the speaker's podium. 

The speaker for the initial meeting was hailed as SoundTek's finest, a lady named Mari Maccord. Settling into their chairs, Vesta and Mark read through the hype on the company's new software package. It was typical at best and each knew that every session would be more of the same. After the chairs filled with a hundred people or so, their attentions were distracted by a well dressed man who stepped to the podium to introduce the session and SoundTek's famed speaker.  

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to SoundTek System's annual software convention. Please feel free to drink the coffee provided in the back and please make yourselves comfortable!" 

The chattering crowd faded into silence then as the man said, "My name is Bill and I am the Marketing head for SoundTek Systems Inc." 

Already yawning, Mark faintly heard Bill give the usual company reports of fantastic sales, profits, and the like. Mark's head was down as he halfway listened and read through the rest of the pamphlet given to him at the door. A moment later, he felt a jab in his ribs from Vesta's left elbow. He looked up to hear Bill introduce the special speaker for the morning. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Let me introduce SoundTek's foremost authority on cutting edge audio software!" Bill said. 

A lady stepped onto the stage, turned to face the audience, and smiled as applause rang throughout the room. Her head turned from side to side as she smiled and waved her greetings. She was smartly dressed in her professional outfit of deep blue hues which contrasted her pretty reddish brown hair. Her smile was bright, warm, and exciting. Everyone in the room recognized her charisma and responded accordingly, except for two. 

Sitting there riveted to their chairs sporting the deer caught in the headlights look, Mark and Vesta stared intently at Mari Maccord, the frigid Sex Nazi from room #852. Slowly, their heads turned and when their eyes caught the others, they practically doubled over as they attempted to stifle mutual laughter. 

Mari hailed SoundTek's products, newest features, innovative marketing techniques, and how far ahead their new package was to that of their competitors. She spoke confidently for over twenty minutes while she supported her claims with a magnificent slide presentation. When finished, she opened that morning's session for Q and A. 

A man on the opposite side from Vesta and Mark stood and asked, "Ms. Maccord! Your pamphlet states that SoundTek's version nine software is able to filter background sounds out of the recording mixes. May I ask you how this is done?" 

"Great question! And, by the way, it's Miss Maccord!" she announced with a smile to the entire room. "The software engineers have brilliantly written the program so that the filtering capabilities can actually record then separate each sound unit so that unwanted background noises are deleted. It is, as all of you know, not a perfect filtering but ours is far above the other's!" Mari said with the utmost confidence.

Evidently, that satisfied the male questioner so Mari continued, "Good question, sir! Another?" 

While Mark sat holding his hand over his mouth, he suddenly sensed movement to his right as Vesta then stood to ask a question.  Shocked, he immediately looked at her wondering what in the world she might ask the iceberg that could sink the Titanic. When Maccord looked over and saw Vesta standing, her face immediately flushed with recognition. It startled Mari Maccord but she regained her control quickly, covering any facial betrayal with a smile. 

"Ms Maccord! You say that your software package can filter background sounds? What if a user was recording, say some music in one room, say her study but background noises were emanating from the next room, say the bedroom?" Vesta asked. 

Immediately, shrieks of laughter, hoots and hollers, and the like filled the room. Mari looked visibly shaken but turned her frustration into smiles that matched the crowds. She waited till the laughter had faded then attempted to regain control by putting the ball back in the woman's court. 

Smiling broadly, Maccord said, "Let's see Miss, you said your name was?" Mari shot back graciously. 

"I didn't!" Vesta remarked then paused to listen as more chuckling ensued. 

"Well Miss!" Mari said. "I'm not sure what sort of noises you were referring to so maybe you could educate us? Make some?" 

Mari figured that since the woman had aroused a hornet's nest, she might as well see if the lady would get stung. 

But Vesta said sweetly, "Ooooooh, how about background moans and groans? Maybe a squeal or two? A soft moan? A grunt?" 

Again the room filled with red-faced laughter as Mari Maccord continued her failing efforts to embarrass the questioner. This time, however, Maccord didn't break her gaze nor did Vesta. Mark's shoulders were bouncing up and down but he did somehow manage to stifle his laughter. Mari continued to smile but Mark did notice that the red and pink shades began to rise slowly from Mari's neck, boiling upward to her face. Because he'd seen them that morning, he knew it wouldn't be long till the Pressure Cooker blew her stack. 

Mari's assistant, Bill, noticed that Mari was a bit shaken so he stepped in to try to answer the question. When he did, Mari stepped to the side and stared at him. He explained that no matter the noises, the filtering system would identify, separate, and delete whatever wasn't needed for the recording. His explanation was lame at best for the software would have no idea of which sound units to remove. Nobody, however, questioned it further. After all, Miss Mari Maccord had been beaten subtly by an unknown female, one that the men in the room had grown to seductively appreciate. 

Then Bill ended the session telling everyone to rejoin them at the next meeting, a half an hour later. The crowd broke into a flurry of chatter while Mark stood to put his arm around his lovely lady. She kissed him and the two made their way out into the long corridor leading to a bank of elevators. There, they playfully kissed and somehow midst the fun, agreed to meet for lunch at an Italian café. 

Mark attended the second SoundTek session because a demonstration was offered to those who wanted to know more. The program was excellent and all the features Mari had proclaimed to be the best, were actually as she reported. Mark made careful notes on various aspects of the software, its usability, its quality, and its price. Though expensive, it seemed to be what his own company might need to launch sales for the next year. 

Vesta had previously agreed to meet two friends from New York, who were also attending the seminars. On another floor, she met Neali and Marilyn, her old friends from college days. They attended a seminar on SoundTek's educational packaged software. 

During the multimedia presentation, Neali leaned over to Vesta and asked, "Hey V? What in heaven's name was all that about between you and Mari?" 

Whispering in response, Vesta told her she'd let her in on the secret later. Marilyn was too busy listening to the show to be bothered with them but also wondered about that morning's meeting, especially V's references to sex in the bedroom. And when the seminar was done, the three ladies parted so Vesta could meet Mark for lunch. 

When she started walking away, Marilyn asked Vesta, "So Mark's an old fling, huh?" 

Vesta only turned her head and smiled at the ladies. Then she walked away to go to her room to freshen up a little for her lover. Inside, she checked her emails, answered two, and changed into an outfit a little more casual. The afternoon meetings were casual attire at best. 

Over lunch of Lasagna, bread sticks, and salad, Mark and Vesta laughed hysterically as they recounted the exchange between her and Mari Maccord. Mark rehearsed every facial expression that Mari gave, including the boiling up of reds and pink hues, when she couldn't answer Vesta's question satisfactorily. 

"Not sure babe but I thought I detected a change in color to her diamond necklace, maybe an angry red?" Mark said with a smile. 

They decided that if either of them met Mari at a later seminar, each would be gracious and give her the respect she deserved. From there, they walked back to the hotel and sat on a bench in the middle of the famed romantic, gardens, directly behind the building. Nothing much was said yet both seemed to know the other's thoughts, feelings, desires, and mystery. 

In the afternoon meetings, Vesta and Mark attended separate sessions, mainly because Mark wanted to meet some of the software developers that had been instrumental in the new version nine features. Vesta met Neali and Marilyn to attend two meetings, both of which were crucial to their company's future plans. About four o'clock, the ladies decided to take advantage of the hotel swimming pool so they left the meeting early to change into proper attire. 

At the poolside, Neali wore a dark blue bikini, one that highlighted her soft, blonde, curly hair. Her bosom was ample, probably a 36-C cup which her outfit displayed well. Marilyn, however, wore a one piece dark brown swim suit that covered her well but accented her 38-D breasts, especially when wet. But Vesta showed up wearing a one piece, dark red suit that made her the hottest babe around the pool. 

"My goodness, V!" Neali said with a smile. "You've still got it, girl!" 

"I'll say!" Marilyn agreed but Vesta just smiled, placed her towel on an adjacent chase lounge, and then walked to the diving end of the pool. 

Doing a simple dive, she dove into the blue water and swam the length of the pool. That single move secretly made Vesta tingle with desire, a little known secret that only her former husband had known. She then swam over to where her girlfriends were lounging and placed her arms over the side of the pool so she could chat. 

Listening to the girls talk ad nauseum, she reached down with one hand to flip the toggle switch on the small vibrating dildo already inside her tingling pussy. Since most of her body was under water, nobody heard the action. From time to time, Neali commented that Vesta had turned her head away and wasn't listening but Vesta covered it up by occasionally entering the conversation. 

"So tell us V? What's the little secret of this exchange between you and Maccord?" Neali inquired. 

Vesta's passions were slowly building as she clenched her legs together to enjoy the thrills her vibe gave. It made her smile and occasionally giggle as she told of kissing Mark in the hallway only to be interrupted by the frigid Iceberg, Miss Mari Maccord. When the girls heard the story, they laughed heartily, because they could then understand the intent behind V's words at the morning session. 

"Anything else you want to tell us, V?" Marilyn said with a wry smile, hoping she'd let them in on last night's thrills. 

But by then, Vesta had surrendered to her own vibrating action, the kind that leads a woman to an intense orgasm. In the background, V heard Neali and Marilyn but she kept drifting further into heightened passions. Within minutes she let out a soft moan and a whimper signaling the girls that she had reached the edge of orgasm cliff. Shocked by what they heard, both stared at their friend as they watched her throw her head back and let out muffled squeals of delight. 

Then Vesta's face flushed in climactic response as heavy breathing exhaled from her pounding chest. The sight and sounds of her thrill made Neali and Marilyn red-faced in a mixture of embarrassment and tingling sensations. And as V came off her cum soaked high, she closed her eyes, laid her head on the side of the pool where her arms rested, and lazily kicked her legs beneath her. 

Though she barely heard her friends leave, they left quickly to go and relieve themselves of building passions. Since she was not lesbian, she did this little sex act to stimulate her girlfriends, who were. And after two or three other vibrating thrills, she flipped the toggle switch to the off position, swam over to the steps, and climbed out of the pool. Oddly enough, she couldn't find her towel. 

"Hmmm, maybe the girls were wetter than me?" she thought then giggled softly. 

When Vesta left her watery pleasures behind, she took notice of several men who lounged, lazily with their girls by the pool. The tent like structures had already begun to form, such that the men gave V their lustful smiles but their mates only stared at her in disgust. 

While Marilyn and Neali were no doubt pleasuring each other in their sixth floor room, Vesta showered, fixed her hair, and put on a classy red dress that revealed her beautiful cleavage. Around her neck, she wore a string of fine pearls and dangling from her sensuous ear lobes, she wore the matching earrings. With a hint of perfume, she left her room, ready to meet her lover. Whatever happened after that was completely up to Mark. She would be his for the evening and if she played her cards right, he'd have her all night. 

After mark had called his boss, he found himself day dreaming over the night ahead. His boss had to recapture his attention several times but merely supposed that Mark was bored from the convention. 

"Listen Mark!" Bill demanded. "Why not go out for a nice dinner and treat yourself and your old HS buddies to a movie on the swindle sheet?" 

Mark said something but fairly quickly got off the phone to dress for dinner. Wearing a black suit, white shirt, and a deep blue tie, Mark left the elevator to meet his girl, the most beautiful woman in San Antonio. That night's cuisine was seafood on the northwest side of the city. After dinner and a little dancing, he drove her to Inspiration Point, a location famed for its view of the city lights. He and Vesta had been there years before at the tender age of eighteen, the night of the senior prom. 

And just as they remembered it, the romance of the city lights filled their hearts to the fullest. Now in each other's arms, Vesta put a question to Mark that caught him off guard. 

"So Mark! I always wondered what you wanted to do to me, the night of the prom." 

Like he could ever forget, he shared with her that he wanted to ask her to marry him that night. Her eyes lit up with joy for she always felt that this was his plan. The only problem was that her parents had already put a stop to such an idea and she and Mark knew it. Mark didn't ask her at all that night of the prom nor did he at the moment. Secretly, she wished he would for she knew what her answer would be. 

They did kiss and hold one another till he escorted her back to the rental car to take her downtown to their hotel. At the hotel, he happily escorted her to her room. Neither of them wondered what Fredina Frigidity was doing next door. She was, however welcome to listen in to their night of passionate love making for after all, she was probably one reason why the two had made love so well on the first night. 

In Mark's arms, Vesta said softly, "Baby doll, each time I bit into a shrimp and pulled the meat from its tale, I thought of you and your cock inside my mouth!" 

"And each time I dipped a scallop into the seasoned butter sauce, I imagined your pussy coating my tongue!" he said in response to her seafood suggestion. 

From there, he let her strip him first then he removed her clothes except for the string of pearls and the earrings. Their passions were strong but their tempo moved slowly so each could enjoy the pleasure of what it meant to be an experienced lover. 

Then Mark climbed into bed first and lie on his back. His rod was fully erected from the stimulating circumstances of the entire evening. Vesta watched him with not so secret desires of wanting to mount his face and suck his hot cock. When she finally lowered her cuntal region onto his face, she let out a deep moan of passion. She felt his tongue enter quickly into her already wet pussy mound lapping freely inside her delicious slit. 

Now riding his face with the skill of an experienced lover, she pressed her firry mound down onto his licking and sucking lips. When her delights built to what seemed like the time to explode, she would lift her ass upward to relieve the tingling pleasures that would certainly send her over the edge if she continued her ride. Over and over again, Mark brought her to the edge but then felt her lift to let her sensations subside. Deep moans of sexual delight sounded loudly for over an hour till Vesta finally couldn't wait on any longer. 

When she finally exploded on Mark's mouth, her tones changed from deep moans upward to shrill, orgasmic cries. Vesta wailed as her lover plunged his tongue upward to receive her spurting flow. Her juices covered his face quickly and evenly so even his hair soaked in her sweet, hot cum. And as she road him fully to get every ounce of pleasure, a knocking started in at the connecting door. 

"Bam, bam, bam!" it sounded midst Maccord's muffled angry protests. 

Now breathless, Vesta managed to lift herself off of Mark's fucking tongue to roll to the side to attempt catching her breath. Mark held her but knew he wasn't long for the non orgasmic world. 

"Stop it, I say, stop it!" Mari cried in muffled tones of disgust. 




SoundTek Systems Inc. Ch. 02



Then Vesta sat up and kissed her man on his cum coated lips. She licked her own perfume off his face causing Mark to relish in the new sensations he experienced. She avoided touching his rod for he would have easily shot his load in the air rather than her hungry mouth. 

"Oh baby doll! That's the best pussy lick I've ever had!" Vesta said in his ear. "So it's my turn now, baby! I'm gonna suck your cream good!" 

Then without warning, they heard in rapid succession, "Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!" 

For a moment, it startled Mark but then he got an idea that would certainly rattle the frigid inhabitant in the next room. He told Vesta he wanted his blowjob directly in front of the connecting door. That way Maccord would surely get an ear full. 

Laughing, the two climbed out of bed and stepped over in front of the door. The knocking had ceased but would most likely start again when the action got hot. It wouldn't take long for it to get hot either. 

"Oh Mark! I'm gonna suck that cock of yours, baby doll!" Vesta said loudly. "Stick it in my mouth lover and shoot me full of your hot load now! Spray my face and tits with cum for Mari!" 

At her words, Mark put the head of his swollen shaft up to her agape mouth. She licked the head of all its pre cum and slowly sucked it inside. As Mark felt the sensations overwhelm his cock, balls, and then his body, he began to command Vesta to suck his rod harder. 

"Harder, you cock sucking babe! Suck me deep and harder now!" he demanded. "I'm gonna ram this rod down your throat and fill your belly with my creamy, white sauce! Suck me, suck me, suck me!" 

"Bam, bam, bam, bam, bam!" the door sounded right next to Vesta and Mark. 

"Suck me for Mari, baby! Suck me for Miss Maccord!" he said loudly. 

Muffled cries came from the small opening under the connecting door saying, "You two are sluts and perverts! I'm calling the hotel security if you don't' stop!" 

But by then, Mark's eyes were already closed and he was building to a total explosion of hot cum in his lovers' mouth. Vesta sucked greedily on his throbbing shaft wanting to taste every delicious drop of cum he had for her. Then the most unlikely turn of events occurred. 

Somehow Mari managed to open the door to protest what she deemed as a sick display of animal like lusts at the same time Mark roared in orgasmic pumping pleasure. Spurt after spurt of creamy, white load shot deep into Vesta's mouth, coating her teeth, tongue, and going down her throat. As Mark held his sucking lover's head, Mari's eyes filled with the awesome reality that the big breasted babe on her knees actually craved oral sex with great fervor. So overwhelming was the sight, however, that Mari Maccord, the frigid Sex Nazi from the adjoining room, fainted into a heap on the floor. 

Vesta heard her fall but continued to stare at her man till he spasmed one last time in her hungry mouth. When he let her release his flaccid rod, he staggered backwards to sit in a nearby chair. Vesta stood and ran to her lover to kiss him. They mutually shared the taste of his cream then she sat naked on his lap. In spent pleasure, both actually forgot about Victoria Virginity lying on the floor just inside her room. 

Mark told Vesta how much he loved her, longed for her, and couldn't get enough of her. She returned his words with similar phrases of love. And after what seemed like an eternity of holding her close, Vesta just happened to glance over and see Mari's form on the floor. 

"Oh Mark!" she said in sudden surprise. "We'd better help her, don't you think?" 

Mark stood and the two went and carried Mari to her bed, pulled down the covers, and carefully laid her there. She was still out at the time but was starting to come around so Mark got the brainy idea of using his own brand of smelling salts. He pushed his index finger into Vesta's pussy, soaked it with her juices, and then wiped it onto Mari Maccord's upper lip. 

Holding back hysterical laughter, Vesta went back to her room so Mark could close the connecting door on Mari's side of the suite. They had to for it wouldn't lock from Vesta's side. Then, like a cat in the night, Mark opened Mari's door to the hotel hallway. Looking out and seeing that the coast was clear, he quickly ran from Mari's room to his well fucked babe's. Then back in Vesta's room, they watched a show and a British comedy till both fell asleep in each other's arms. 

But when the wake-up call came on Tuesday morning, Vesta suddenly realized she was alone. Mark's clothes were gone but he did leave her a scribbled note on the pad by the phone. 

"Figured it safer to be gone before Maccord sicks security on us. Since I'm not there, the guards would have a hard time pinning any blame on me!" 

"But what will the old icy bitch do next?" Vesta thought. "Hmmm, the day is still young!"



SoundTek Systems Inc. Ch. 03



Edited by Angel Love

When Mark left Vesta's room, early Tuesday morning, he encountered no one as he made his way to his room #952. Slipping his keycard into the lock, he suddenly realized that his room was directly above Miss Mari Maccord's. The realization made him chuckle, especially when he thought back to what she saw he and Vesta doing the night before. He did, wonder, however, what turn of events might occur during the SoundTek meetings that day and for a fleeting moment, he considered skipping the day's seminars, at least till the shock of Mari's revelation subsided. 

Around eight o'clock, Mark met Vesta, Neali, and Marilyn in the hotel coffee shop for a quick sweet roll and some Hazel Nut Java. Vesta filled N and M in on the special encounter the old Iceberg had when she opened the door connecting their rooms. In response, the girls laughed so hard they cried. Unfortunately, both had to straiten up makeup before they attended the first session of the day. 

The first SoundTek seminar assembled at nine o'clock for a brief meeting with software engineers then the group broke into teams of ten or twelve people so each engineer could demonstrate their developments, while those present actually used the SoundTek equipment. The demos were fantastic as one would expect them to be, not to mention the fact that there was plenty of time for Q and A. 

"Software programmers know the ins and outs of the filtering system much better than marketing reps!" Mark told Neali and Vesta. "But one thing programmers can't determine is which sounds to actually remove." 

That entire morning was devoted to demonstrations from SoundTek in hopes that companies would compare their new version with that of the competitors. Amazingly, Miss Mari Maccord popped into the various team demonstrations just to smile and see how each session progressed. 

Obviously, the intended worked, especially with the male inhabitants for Mari was indeed, an attractive woman. And, since she wasn't faced with direct questions she knew nothing about, she was able to hold her composure at the highest level. 

But when Maccord entered the room where Vesta and Mark were using the demo equipment, she thought she saw her opportunity to put the young couple in their places, once and for all. Neither Mark nor Vesta were aware of her presence behind them. The demo leader acknowledged Mari with a head nod but didn't miss a beat in his presentation. Mari Maccord only briefly smiled at him then turned to talk to her assistant Bill. A moment later, Bill left the room not to return until the seminar had finished. 

Wearing headphones specifically designed to shut out background noises, each team member sat anxiously awaiting the final computer audio demonstration. Staring into their monitors kept them all busy, except for the Presentation leader, a man named Gary. He thought Mari's lingering presence a little odd but decided she, too, wanted to be a part of the action in some unique way. How, he didn't know but assumed she'd eventually let him know. 

By way of microphone, Gary informed the team that they would be listening to a music track, Beethoven's Symphony #5 while various background noises would be interjected into the mix. The first time, the noises would be obvious because the filtering software would allow them. One would be a car horn; one a woman's terrified scream, another some children laughing, and another sound of a carpenter hammering nails. 

On the second time through, the software was used to filter out these sounds during the three minute clip of Beethoven. Needless to say, the filtering capabilities were incredibly magnificent. Even Mark and Vesta, who doubted the quality of the newest version, were very much impressed. Then Gary decided he'd try a third demo using just a microphone. The classical piece played for almost a minute before he said various words to create the unwanted background noises. 

At first, he merely counted to ten then spoke several words and phrases including a quote from SoundTek's most recent sales brochure. Each team member could see the words spoken as they were printed out on the computer screens yet amazingly, none heard the background noises. Then Gary caught Mari's motioning gestures to hand her the microphone. 

Midst the fourth time through the Beethoven clip, she said boldly, "I saw what you did! I know who you are!" 

Just then the man on Vesta's left for some unknown reason went into a coughing fit. He jumped upward to attempt to protect the team members from his hacking but when he did, his headphones went flying and his chair on wheels jettisoned back striking Vicky Virginity Maccord in the mid section. In shock, she dropped her microphone and fell backwards, landing on her butt. So sudden was her fall that she hit, fell on her back, and her legs flew into the air in a flailing V like shape. 

It was then that the rest of the team turned around to see what had happened. Hoots and hollers, guffawing and knee slapping filled the air yet amazingly, SoundTek's version nine effectively filtered out the background noise. Headphones came off, including Gary's. 

Mark and Vesta could hardly contain themselves as they stood and looked directly into the stunned face of Miss Mari Maccord, their arch rival. 

And though all happened in a split second, each team member caught the shot of Mari's womanly triangle centered between her well parted, and flailing legs. Then in an attempt to help the self righteous bag in her time of embarrassment, Vesta and Mark moved toward her to extend their hands. 

When Maccord realized who was trying to help, her face quickly changed from stunned and embarrassed to furrowed brows and pursed lips. Bill, her assistant stepped in to divert Mark and Vesta and as he lifted her to her feet, he accidentally grabbed her butt to steady her. Shocked, Maccord swung wildly and slapped him in the face. This brought more laughter from the team. 

When Mari looked at Vesta and Mark, she heard Vesta say, "My goodness Ms Maccord! You seem to be falling a lot lately!" 

Mark roared in laughter as varying shades of pinks and reds boiled upward from Mari's neck to her face. She really looked like she was going to pop so Bill put his arm around her and escorted her out of the seminar to take her back to her room. The man who had the coughing fit apologized for causing such a commotion and Gary, wiping his eyes, attempted to complete the demonstration. He, needless to say, had little effectiveness after Maccord's faux pas. . 

At lunch, Neali and Marilyn joined Vesta and Mark for light salads in the garden room. Mark attempted to recount what had occurred in their particular demonstration leading the four to erupt in tear jerking laughter. But after several minutes of hilarity, Neali managed to drift into a more contemplative mood. 

"Ya know guys, you'd better be careful from here on!" 

"What do you mean?" Mark inquired. 

"Well, now that Maccord has been thoroughly embarrassed, she's liable to turn on you!" Neali said, "And when she does, watch out!" 

Laughing at Neali's warning, Mark said, "Gee, I wonder if Mari has ever had a man love her?" 

"Me too!" Marilyn and Vesta said in unison. 

Neali wondered as well but none of them knew what to do about it. When Marilyn and Neali excused themselves, they told the two that they were skipping out on the afternoon sessions to do a sight seeing tour of the city. They would start by seeing the Alamo, the famed missions on Mission Road, the River Walk, and complete their day with dinner at a popular steakhouse in the north side. Vesta and Mark attended the afternoon sessions continuing to experience SoundTek's special computer equipment for home users. 

Bill sat with Mari all afternoon as he tried to console her over her embarrassing faux pas. It was indeed her fault but he somehow felt sorry for her and wanted to assist her by being supportive. She did appreciate his efforts yet somehow wished she'd won the little battle of putting the two young reprobates in their place. Eventually, all was set aside as Bill treated Mari to a special meal at a river walk restaurant named The Wine Cellar. In time, Maccord's woes were drowned in good wine, lively music, and some extra special TLC from Bill. 

That evening, Mark and his lover walked hand in hand along the river walk. The romance of the city lights, the sounds of Flamenco music, the Mariachis playing their guitars and singing songs of love set the mood for stimulating conversation between two lovers whose destinies had mysteriously collided at what Mark mistakenly thought was nothing more than a dumb software convention. They continued their walk and talk till they arrived back at the hotel around seven. When they entered the elevator, they found themselves alone. 

Vesta was indeed curious as to what might come next, possibly romance she hoped but maybe not. Mark didn't' say a word but when he pressed the button for the fifteenth floor, her eyebrows raised in some surprise. Since she had no idea of what he might be thinking, she just stayed quiet, close to his side, and ready for whatever might happen. To intensify the surprise, she closed her eyes. 

"Ding, ding, ding!" sounded the bell as they reached the top floor. 

Mark escorted his babe out to step into a large open room which at the time was uninhabited. When Vesta opened her eyes, she gasped as she looked out over the cityscape of the San Antonio night. Through a gigantic picture window, she viewed the traffic below, the bright lights scaling the city buildings beyond, and the Tower of the Americas in the distance. Breath taking was not even an adequate way to describe the romantic aura of her eye gate's awe. 

"Welcome to the observation deck, my dear!" Mark said as he led her around to view different sides of the city. 

"Oh baby doll! This is so beautiful, so wonderful, and so thoughtful of you to bring me here!" 

Lazily, they walked and talked as they wondered completely around the perimeter of the glassed in deck. At one point, however, they came to a partition of thickly meshed potted plants, probably Ficus trees or so Vesta supposed. The partition provided a small rendezvous along the glass wall that two people could easily hide behind if they wanted to. And of course, Mark led her there, making Vesta giggle in curiosity. 

"And will you steal a kiss here?" She asked softly. 

Again, he said nothing but took her into his arms and held her close to feel her warmth and womanly charms. A few minutes later, they heard the sound of the elevator door opening again while somebody entered the observation floor. Both heard the sound but neither broke the kiss, figuring their hiding place was safe from any would be intruders. And as their tongues probed playfully, a presence walked straight to the window some thirty feet away. 

The female spirit looked about her to see if she was alone. She so desperately needed to relax after what she deemed to be her worst day ever with SoundTek Systems Inc. And when she knew she was alone, she closed her eyes and did her best to let the tension drain from her stiff muscles and worn out psyche. 

"Oh, that feels so good," she whispered as she felt her shoulders relax. "When I get home, I'm going on a long vacation, maybe a cruise." 

Then taking in a deep breath, she exhaled to experience the aura of San Antonio's city lights. 

"Maybe Bill and I could skip a seminar or two and see the sites," she whispered, "He is so kind, so gentle, and so enjoyable." 

For some time, she watched and pondered the city life below. She wondered who rode in each car and how many passengers each auto sported. She wondered who might be looking her way from a busy office in the tall buildings nearby. And with her eyes closing again, she thought she heard a faint sound nearby like a rustling of leaves. 

"Don't worry, Mari!" she thought. "You're all alone and safe from those sex fiends!" 

But as she attempted to drift into a relaxed state, somewhere close to actually falling asleep, Mark and Vesta continued to gently kiss in the hideaway nearby. Vesta's arms were wrapped lovingly around her man's neck with her full, round breasts pressed purposefully into his broad chest. Their lips mashed softly, tongues still playing, as he slid his hands down to fondle her luscious, round bottom. 

In Mari's silent world of nirvana, she emptied her mind of all that day's cares but her solitary existence was soon interrupted by a soft moan, one that she recognized as sensual in nature. She knew that the fourteenth floor below her comprised the bridal suites so she felt she understood why she'd heard the moan of desire. 

"Oh baby," the sensual moan of a woman gently interrupted Mari's peaceful calm. 

Even Mari smiled at what she heard for it was true love between a man and a woman. Not wanting to be a partaker in what she knew would come next, Mari decided she'd heard enough and left to walk back to the elevator. When she stepped inside, she turned, pushed the eighth floor button, and watched the doors close. 

About six inches before they did, a low moan that extended into an orgasmic scream rang out filling Mari's ears. Her face flushed red, her body stiffened in defiance, and her lips pursed tightly. By the time she had reached her floor, however, she relaxed because she recognized once again that those sounds were right, pure, and obviously shared between a husband and his new wife. 

"At least that orgasm wasn't from those can't get enough perverts!" she said in disgust. "But I do need to trap them in their own game." 

Mari left the elevator and went to her room to get to bed early in hopes that she might get a long night's sleep. The next day would indeed be a busy one of sales talk to various company reps. A good night's sleep was exactly what she needed, in fact she took a hot bath to prepare herself for it. As Maccord attempted to relax in her soapy, hot bath, she calculated what she would do to expose the young sex fiends for all they were worth. 

"I'll be damned if I lose this battle. They won't get away with it again!" Mari muttered then a stroke of SoundTek genius hit her. "Hmmm, I'll get Angel in on this project. She's one of the best engineers SoundTek has! She'll know exactly how to record their filthy sex acts and then I'll discreetly use them for background noises at the big seminar on Thursday night!" 

When she finished relaxing and plotting, she drained the tub, dried off, and put on one of her old fashioned night gowns. Maccord only had the kind that left absolutely everything to the imagination. It was more like looking at a woman in an old sheet. Climbing into bed, she made her call. 

"Hello! Is this Angel?" Mari said cheerfully, "This is Miss Mari Maccord! I need your help if possible. I'd like you to setup some recording equipment in mine and the adjoining room for a demo!" 

"No problem, Miss Maccord! But may I ask why?" Angel said. "Don't we have all the demos we need?" 

"Not exactly!" Mari said in her sly tone. "Let's just say that this is an infiltration of a Den of Iniquity."

After the two hung up their phones, Angel pondered the Old Iceberg's final phrase. Sex hadn't been on her mind in particular but the suggestive words of even a frigid woman made her warm with desire. What Mari didn't know was that Angel had also just climbed out of a steaming hot bath and was lazily cooling off on her bed. Her long, shapely legs had just been parted when Mari called. Now, the thoughts that ran wild in her seductive mind left her tingling with sensual desires to bring herself off to a thrilling orgasm. 

"Mmmm, I'd like to be in the middle of that Den of Iniquity!" Angel said as she began to touch her firm, C-cup breasts. 

The cool air that had formerly relaxed her now seemed to caress her warm body. Her pert, pink nipples stood at attention, waiting anxiously for the flick of a manicured fingernail. But she made them wait; causing her own desires to build. Cocking her already spread legs up near her chest, she ran her fingertips all over their length. Tingling sensations stimulated her to low moans of pleasure. 

Secretly, she longed for a lover to caress her, stimulate her, kiss her, and lick her softly. This made her feel so desirable, especially when she thought of giving herself over to her lover's whims. When her touching and caressing had built her passions, she put her legs back down on the bed. With her left-hand, she began to gently flick her nail over the hard nipple crown on her right breast. 

Angel moaned in wanton delight as a tingling sensation traveled downward making her pussy spasm in response. Continuing her stimulation, her right-hand soon found its way to her patch of neatly trimmed pubic fir. There, it playfully frolicked in her forest. 

By then, she had changed her nipple stimulation to an alternating between circling the nub and light pinches. With her right hand, she slid two fingers on either side of her swelling clit. And as she did, her heels involuntarily dug into the mattress as she cried out in pleasure. 

"Oooooooh lover!" she moaned. "Suck my clit, honey!" 

Angel continued to lead her desires to heightened levels as she experienced her fantasy lover's nibbling lips wrapped hungrily around her clit. Her firm, round butt undulated beneath her as she felt the passions rise. Her breathing increased then her pleading and begging to cum filled the room with such volume that the entire tenth floor must have heard. Then, when her wanton desires pushed her to the edge, she let out a groan that quickly changed to a shrill, orgasmic cry. 

"O-O-O-O-Aieaieieaeieiiaeiaeiaeiiaieaeaeiieiaeaaeeie!" 

Then Angel collapsed on the bed and sighed in the joy of spent release. The essence of her womanly perfume lingered sensuously in the air. And slowly, she found herself coming back to the reality she knew before Mari had called her and left her pondering those suggestive words. Now, in a final move to remember her tingling pleasures, she pushed her index finger into her creamy sex to coat it so she could lick it. When clean, the lovely, spent Angel slid under the covers for a good night's sleep. 

Back in the observation rendezvous, Mark gently pulled two fingers out of Vesta's drenched box. He licked them clean then pushed them in again to coat them fully with her post orgasmic juices. She smiled and encouraged him to continue until he was satisfied; all the while hoping he'd drop to his knees and gently suck her clit. After he did and she came two more times, he told her to get on her hands and knees. Only her ass and pussy now faced him as she stared out over the old historic city. In seconds, he'd dropped his pants to his knees, positioned himself behind her, and posed his stiff rod up to her cuntal entrance. 

Ever so slowly he entered her, inch by inch filling her canal. He commanded her to enjoy the pleasure in silence, not even to make a sound when she came. So silently she obeyed as he began to pump his shaft in and out of her ready for anything pussy. He shuttered as his long, hard rod lost itself again and again inside her willing and hungry lips. In and out and in and out he pushed slowly till he saw the faint light on her hair move as she threw her head back to silently moan in climax. Her pussy clamped hard and spasmed over and over on his dick. In response, his poll throbbed in a building frenzy to prepare to shoot his hot load. 

A few more strokes as she came freely off her high, and then he rammed his cock forward to completely fill her to the full. Grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto the full length of his shaft, Mark shot his steaming hot load deep into her still spasming pussy. Neither made a sound but thoroughly enjoyed their fulfillment to the extent that even after she felt Mark's rod drain of its potency, Vesta still held him gripped tightly inside. 




SoundTek Systems Inc. Ch. 03



For several more minutes, he stayed buried all the while enjoying her charms, especially the roundness of her gorgeous ass as it lie helpless against him. And even after he pulled it from her, he lifted her to hold her close so that her hot, round ass pressed firmly back against him. Vesta hadn't suspected that Mark might have been an ass lover. She knew he was enthralled with her breasts, her legs, and her hairy pussy. Before she pulled her panties and slacks back up, he bent to kiss each cheek, lovingly, and suggestively. 

"Does he want my ass?" she pondered. "I'll let him make the first move if he does!" 

When he walked his now fucked babe to her room, he slid his hand down onto one of her ass cheeks. Turning to face him she said nothing but knew by the look in his eyes that he wanted more and that what he desired was her most intimate of holes. 

"I know its late Vesta but I need you again," Mark said in a lusty tone. 

"And what may I...?" she said but was interrupted by his tongue as he drove it deep into her mouth. 

Then pulling it from her, he said, "You have the sexiest ass in the entire universe, Vesta! I crave it, I need it, and I'm gonna take it before I go to bed tonight." 

Immediately, she felt the tinkling sensations she always felt when a man took charge. Her breathing deepened in response. Involuntarily, she began to move her ass from side to side. It stimulated him further as she did and as the door opened; she told him she'd have to get prepared, first. 

"Do it babe and hurry," he said in a deep commanding tone. 

Still tingling in anticipation, she said, "Yes, Sir!" and then she turned right into her bathroom and closed the door. 

Mark wasted no time in removing his clothes for his anal action lover. When he was nude, he stroked his rod to full length, all the while imagining what he'd feel as he pumped his shaft deep into her tight, greased butt. It had truly been years for him since he'd done anal so the opportunity to do it again with the woman he loved caused him to rage in lustful anticipation. 

When Vesta came out of the bathroom, he looked intently into the eyes of this wanton specimen of womanhood, a lady whose ass was possibly shy, possibly ready for anything. 

But Vesta was no stranger to anal sex; in fact her former husband did her that way several times per month. She was, however, out of practice, since she also hadn't done it for a while. As she walked over to Mark watching him stroke his long rod, she felt a tinge of fear wondering if she'd be able to handle all of his length. 

Saying nothing, Mark took her into his arms, kissed her, fondled her breast mounds, and then slid his hands downward to squeeze her perfect round cheeks. 

His actions sent waves of hot desire through his already well fucked babe. He knew he needed to show her he was in command of this act so he turned her to the side, gave her a slap on her butt, and then fondled it gently to soothe her now pink ass cheeks. 

"Bend over the bed and show me your ass," he demanded. 

As she did, she continued to feel the stimulating pleasures of hearing him take control. Mark gently fondled her cheeks in circular paths, making her wonder what he might do to her next. 

"Will he slide his fingers in my crack?" she wondered. "Will he spread my cheeks and finger fuck my ass? Will he spank me again?" 

Round and round he caressed her ass cheeks till he lulled her into neutral then he gave her three more love slaps on her sexy, mature ass. Immediately, she felt the slight sting of his spanking and let out some low moans to send her approval. Then Mark stood behind her and bent over to lick her cheeks, making sure to slide his tongue in and out of her crack. The sensations she experienced were magnificent. Alternating between cheek kisses, crack licks, cheek spreading, and blowing his warm breath directly on her anal pucker practically sent her to a raging build up of wanton lust. 

Then Mark stood and commanded her to take a doggy style position in the center of the bed. Obediently, Vesta knew exactly what to do so she positioned herself, lowered her arms to rest on her shoulders, and hiked her booty high in the air. Mark split open her hot, sexy butt and posed the head of his cock to her greased, waiting pucker. 

Involuntarily, she moaned and begged loudly, "Oh baby! Stick it in my ass!" but Mark only waited making her beg all the more for his rod. 

"When I'm ready!" he said in an angry tone. 

"Oh yeah, baby doll! Do my ass when you desire!" she groaned loudly. "I need you so badly so do my ass good!" 

Then without warning, Mark pressed the head of his dick just inside her muscle. She gasped and moaned at the sharp pain she felt but then relaxed knowing his piston had now entered her. Slowly, inch by inch, spasm by spasm, he pushed his length deep into her anal tunnel. He watched as it disappeared inside and he felt the incredible tightness of her intimate hole as her ass gripped and spasmed. 

"Oh, baby doll! All the way in my ass." She pleaded and whimpered. "Want all of it baby in my tight, greased hole." 

Minutes later he moaned loudly as he felt her split cheeks press against his belly. Every inch of rod was now buried inside so Mark waited to give her time to get used to his invading presence. Vesta called out several phrases of lust, sparing no volume levels as she did. For what seemed like five minutes or so, she pleaded with him to start pulling it out and pushing it in again. 

Mark waited, being the experienced ass fucker that he supposed himself to be. 

"Oh please, Ass Master!" she moaned in lustful tones. "Please ream me good!" 

When he, the Ass Master, was satisfied that she really wanted it, he slowly pulled his hard cock out till his head caught at the edge just inside of her sphincter. Then he again pushed himself deep inside her anal cavern only to hear her moan much louder than before. 

Anal actions continued till she could actually take him reaming her greased butt with a moderate tempo. Midst her moans, groans, and pleading phrases, he made the pace increase to bring him to a build up of a wanton desire to fill her ass with his creamy load. 

While he fucked her between her cheeks, the fingers on her left hand pinched the nipple bud on her big, right tit. But with her right hand, she reached underneath to stimulate her clit. As she touched it the first time, she let out a scream of delight over the sensations that spread throughout her body. 

"Oh baby doll, please fuck my ass deeper! Harder! Please baby!" she begged. 

And then the mixture of anal stimulation and clitoral prodding brought her to the place of no return. Her body jerked like she was going into convulsions. Her pussy spasmed with tingling thrills. Her clit swelled while she pinched its erection. Her moans sounded like she was totally out of control and her ass clamped Mark's shaft like it would bite it off his frame. 

At her wild orgasmic splendor, he felt his balls tighten as sperm blasted deep inside her wanton, hungry hole. When he pushed it to the hilt, she moaned deeply again like she was having an orgasm on top of her already raging orgasm. Mark grunted so loud that he knew the inhabitants of the eighth floor surely were listening. His hard piston like strokes rammed deep sending what seemed like a gallon of hot cum into his lover's spasming butt. 

And when she could cum no more, he lovingly pulled his flaccid rod from her most intimate dwelling. When out, he reached down to grab her cheeks on either side, then pressed them together to allow her hole to close fully. As he did, his breathing subsided and so did hers. She rolled to the side and onto her back, her chest still pounding from the anal action she'd just received. Then Mark fell onto her and kissed her while he proceeded to catch his breath. 

"Oh baby, that was really hot!" he said. "Your ass is so fine!" 

"Its all yours baby doll!" she said in spent pleasure. "I'm your anal babe, lover!" she whispered into his ear. 

Then the two fell asleep and awoke around nine. Mutually, they showered, cleaned each other, and dried each other off. Since both were completely spent, Mark dressed and went back to his room to send his report to his boss. Vesta, on the other hand, climbed into bed naked and pondered the intense sex they'd just had. She would never allow a man to do anal to her except, of course, the man she loved. 

And with her thoughts of fulfillment, she drifted off to sleep till her wake-up call the next morning. When it finally came, she awoke well rested. Then she started a hot bubble bath since she was a little sore from the previous night's anal action. As the water soothed her body, she found herself thinking only of Mark, their love, and their future. Little did she realize, however, how that future might be challenged. 

Watch for the continuing saga....It only gets better... 



SoundTek Systems Inc. Ch. 04



Edited by Angel Love

Chapter 4

Wednesday morning's wake up call came too early for Vesta. Walking slowly to her bathroom, she thought about the previous day's love with Mark, the romantic time in the observation deck, the beautiful sex there, and the intense anal action in her hotel room. Starting a hot tub of water, she added some soap for she knew that a bubble bath was exactly what her body needed. 

"Ah this feels so good!" she moaned as she spread the soapy water all over her body. 

That morning, she was supposed to meet Mark and her two girlfriends for a special buffet breakfast, hosted by SoundTek System's Inc. Past history told of the company's affinity for putting on a good spread of practically any kind of breakfast food imaginable. Vesta's stomach had been growling since she awoke so that morning's meal was certainly something she didn't want to miss. The buffet table opened at seven thirty and stayed open till the first session started at nine o'clock. 

Vesta finished her bath, dried off, and went back into the bedroom. As she did, she paused for a moment to admire her naked form in the full length mirror. Smiling, she thought of what her lover might say if he was there. Her breasts were so full and round, her nipples were pert and pink fully ready to be sucked. Her mat of cuntal fir was thick and inviting, and her ass cheeks were to die for. . 

"My, my!" she said with a giggle. "That man has now had all of me!" 

As she cooled off from her bath, Vesta turned the television on to listen to the news while she dressed. Most of it made little sense but catching the news each morning had always been a habit of hers. At one point she stopped and listened as the news woman told a little about the SoundTek convention being held in the downtown area. Several company reps, including Miss Mari Maccord were interviewed. 

"Well, well! The frigid ice cube looks good on camera!" Vesta said. "Bet she knows it, too!" 

Then Vesta finished her morning preparations and proceeded to leave to meet the others. She took one last look in the mirror, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door. But as she reached to open it, she suddenly heard a knock that startled her. Thinking it must be one of the three, she opened it without apprehension of any kind. 

As she did, however, she received a shock. There, standing just outside the threshold, stood the rigid Sex Nazi, Miss Mari Maccord. Her face was red like a ripe tomato, her lips were pursed tightly, and her arms were folded across her chest. Now startled, Vesta stepped back but only to allow Mari to enter if she chose. 

Marching in like a blood and guts soldier, the angry form went by and immediately seated herself in one of the chairs near the table. Vesta closed the door but said nothing as she took the other chair. She smiled at Frigid Freda but waited for her to speak first, all the while wondering why she'd chosen to show up so early. 

Then without warning, the stiff necked Enforcer of Morality angrily snapped, "YOU ARE A SLUT AND YOUR BOYFRIEND IS A PERVERT!" 

Not missing a beat, Vesta replied, Well thank you, Mari!" 

Maccord continued in the same tone saying, "YOUR UNBRIDLED LUSTS ARE UNTHINKABLE, GROSS, AND VIAL!" 

"Oh thank you, Ms. Maccord!" Vesta said sweetly. "So kind of you to say that!" 

"THAT'S MISS MACCORD TO YOU, YOU FILTHY SEX SLUT!" 

Vesta ignored her comment and attempted to direct the conversation to her own advantage by saying, so what exactly was it that you didn't like about my sexual preferences, Mari?" 

Slamming one fist down on the table, Maccord barked, "YOU LET HIM DO YOUR FORBIDDEN HOLE!" 

At her description, Vesta exploded into laughter which only made Mari's angry red deepen in intensity. Folding her arms again, Mari started to lash out with her scathing evaluation of the couple's sex practices but in the middle of her gestured descriptions, Vesta cut her off and took control. 

"Mari, Mari, Mari, let me ask you a question. Do you mean to tell me that you have never had a man make love to you?" 

"That, young lady, is none of your business!" Maccord shot back. "What I do is for me to know, not the entire world!" 

"Come now, Ms. Maccord. Surely you've desired pleasure, surely you've masturbated, surely you've spread your legs for a man who loved you, haven't you?" 

But all Mari heard was the word "masturbated" and it shocked her that a young woman would use such a term. Mari stood quickly, turned, and stormed out of the room, leaving Vesta to wonder what in the world had ever made Maccord so uptight, so rigid in her standards. For a moment or two, she sat and tried to figure out how she might help Mari loosen up. 

Finally giving up, she left the room and went downstairs to meet her friends. She recounted the attempted confrontation by Mari Maccord. Mark wasn't surprised but Neali and Marilyn certainly were. They knew this lady was cold as ice but figured she'd not stoop to legislating her own sexual preferences at a convention. 

After the four had eaten their fill, Neali said, "Ya know guys, I kind of feel a little sorry for Mari." 

The others agreed but none knew what might be done to change the situation. Marilyn offered a suggestion that maybe Mari hated men but preferred women. Vesta's eyebrows shot upward at the suggestion yet knew it was possible. 

"It's always possible!" Mark said then Marilyn followed, "Of course it is!" 

Smiling, Neali said, "So M! What say we invite Mari to our room to eat lunch, maybe Caesar salads, bread, and wine?" 

Marilyn smiled at her idea and said, "How about we ask her to come and talk about SoundTek prices? Then we'll get her drunk and see what she really prefers?" 

An eruption of laughter came in unison from Mark and Vesta. When the plan was set, Neali and Marilyn left the table. Mark then turned to his lovely lady and told her he wanted to skip that day's sessions to take her for arrive to their old high school stomping grounds. Vesta needed to attend the seminars but decided that spending the day with her lover was much more important. 

When Neali and Marilyn looked for Mari Maccord to inquire about having lunch in their room, Vesta and Mark drove away in the sporty rental car and headed for Durango Boulevard. Their trip would take them to I-35, then Highway 90 west to eventually intersect with Loop 410. 

Meanwhile, the SoundTek engineer named Angel slipped a keycard inside the lock of room #852 and opened the door. With her she brought several pieces of SoundTek equipment, a recorder, several high powered microphones, and some CD burning equipment. She felt like a spy in Maccord's room even though she had Mari's permission to be there. She knew that she'd have at least an hour or so to get everything ready but she still hurried like the clock was about to run out of time. 

"Feel like I'm on Mission Impossible!" Angel said, trying to imitate Mr. Phelps, as she laid the recorder on Mari's table. 

Then, she laid everything else out on Mari's bed and went to open the connecting door that led into the adjoining room. As she did, she opened it slowly in the event that someone might still be there. Angel figured that if she got caught, she could just say she was checking out the room that she thought also belonged to Miss Maccord. 

Finding it empty, she stepped inside. House keeping had evidently already been by to make the bed. On the table, she saw someone's laptop and on its screen, a journal had been started of that day. She wouldn't have read it but when she realized it was about a man, she couldn't help herself. 

"I awoke this morning sore. Last night, I surrendered my butt to my lover and he fucked me so well. I love him and could spend the rest of my life with him. He's such a grand lover!" the note read. 

Angel suddenly felt awkward at being in this woman's room. Like a robber of sorts, she wished she'd not read the note, not known of its contents, for whoever typed it wanted it to be secret. She turned and started to leave without doing the job Mari had asked her to do but eventually decided that Miss Maccord's secret desire to spy on two sex partners might be just the thing Maccord needed to give her some healthy stimulation. 

When Angel went back into the other room, she carefully took the tiny microphones from their case and brought them back into the mystery lady's domain. Each mic was about an inch in length so hiding them would be a breeze. One, she attached directly behind the headboard. Another, she affixed to a lamp shade on the far side of the room. She even put one in the bathroom in case shower sex might be that night's plan. Still another, she placed on the floor between the bed and the nightstand. 

Since all were cordless and out of sight, she felt assured that the only thing left to do was to make a test recording. Stepping back into Maccord's room, Angel quickly setup the recorder for action. When all systems were ready, she walked quickly to the mystery woman's room but a she did, she noticed something she'd not seen before. ON the nightstand, a pad of paper lie with a note scribbled on it. Angel chose not to read it but did notice the woman to whom it was written was named Vesta. 

"Hmmm, what a pretty name!" she said softly as she positioned herself on the bed to make her test sounds. 

In varying volume and intensity, Angel moaned and groaned. She let out steaming, hot phrases of lust, the kinds she often did when a man spread her shapely legs and ate her pussy to a cum soaking climax. Then she made some heavy breathing and begging noises as she fantasized two men taking her at once. She positioned herself in a way that mimicked her mounted on one man's cock while the other pumped her tight butt. Supposing the sounds had surely been enough for the sound test, she proceeded to go into the bathroom, turn on the shower, and makes some noises like Vesta was being fucked senseless under a steady stream of water. 

And when all was completed, Angel giggled at what she had done. She knew that if Maccord had heard the sound clip, she would probably have had a heart attack. Maccord had no idea of Angel's likes and dislikes; she only knew that Angel always presented herself in public as a perfect lady. . 

Then back in the recording room, Angel closed the connecting door and rewound the master tape. Starting it to listen to her sexual activities, she settled down on Mari's bed and relaxed. The hard part was over and since nobody had seen her do it, she could easily plead her innocence. 

Suddenly, the moaning and groaning started making Angel laugh hilariously at her pornographic abilities to stimulate her listeners. She heard such clarity of sound, crispness in her speech, and even the volume needed in the shower scene. And when the sex clip had ended, she rewound the tape and erased its contents. Then she cued it to prepare it for Mari's sick excuse of spying on the two lovers. How in the world Maccord thought she might get off on their sexual sounds, Angel had no idea but she did finally realize how desperate Miss Maccord had become. Then the pretty lady with the sexy legs left the scene of the crime to return to the seminar. 

When Mari's assistant, Bill, had announced the second session of the morning, Neali and Marilyn caught Mari standing out in the hallway. They introduced themselves and asked Mari if she'd like to join them for a lunch in their room. Explaining the menu, Mari agreed to meet them and told them she'd furnish three bottles of her favorite wine, all on SoundTek System's tab. They agreed on a time and then Mari stepped back into the room to once again wow everyone with her unique speaking abilities. 

Meanwhile, on the northwest side of town, Mark drove by the high school from where he and Vesta had graduated. Then he drove the car to the stadium a few miles away. Climbing into the stands, he led his beautiful lover to a bench, seated himself one bench below her, and looked intently up into her pretty eyes. 

Much more confidently than he'd ever been able to do when he was young, he said, "Vesta, you are undoubtedly the loveliest creature in the universe. You're so beautiful, your eyes are warm, and your smile is so accepting, loving and tender." 

Pleased by Mark's words, she thanked him. He lifted his hand and laid it into her lap where she folded her hand into his. 

"Vesta, I love you, I always have, and I always will!" Mark said in all seriousness. 

"I feel the same about you, too, baby doll!" Vesta said in loving response. 

Pausing, she wondered if he was about to say something, ask something, or just maybe stare into her eyes for a while. But he soon stood and led her back to the car. It puzzled her but she went along for she trusted him implicitly with her heart. 

They drove north on Loop 410 till they reached the exit for Inspiration Point. At the realization that Mark might be saving his question for such a place, her heart warmed in anticipation of his proposal. Still, however, she kept it all in her heart, emotions ready to be revealed when the time was right. 

Mark parked the car, got out, and went around opening Vesta's door. He led her over to the railing where they'd stood the night of the senior prom. Somehow, it seemed more romantic for it was still the incredible view of the city but now in the sunny daylight. Mark slid his right arm around the waist of his girl and in response, she leaned against him. 

For a while, neither said a word but Vesta pondered all her thoughts in her heart. She'd never expected to ever see Mark again after HS days. He figured he'd never see her either but this convention had certainly brought the two into each other's lives again. Both considered that romantic, to say the least. Then Mark turned and the two faced one another. 

Staring directly into Vesta's eyes, Mark said, "Vesta, you've made me feel alive again! This entire week has been so great, seeing you after so long, and sharing intimate moments with you!" 

She smiled in complete approval at his words and phrases. She loved him deeply and would do anything for him. He loved her too and felt the same way. 

"Vesta, I wanted to ask you a question the night of the senior prom but fate willed it not to happen then," Mark said. 

Cocking her head slightly, Vesta said, "Yes Mark?" 

"Well Vesta, I want to spend the rest of my life with you! Will you marry me?" he asked, and then exhaled in what appeared to be relief over getting the words out correctly. 

Wasting no time, she answered, "Yes, Mark! I'd love to be your wife!" 

Back in Neali's and Marilyn's room, Mari Maccord talked ad nauseum about the special pricing that SoundTek software had for educational facilities. It was boring at best but the two girls hung in there hoping that after they'd filled Maccord's glass many times, she'd loosen up. The Caesar salads were delicious and so was the bread and wine. Over and over again, Marilyn refilled Mari's glass yet after polishing off two of the bottles, Maccord acted like she'd only been drinking water. Neali and Marilyn, on the other hand, were feeling quite buzzed. Mari's speech was crystal clear while their's had already begun to slur from the effects of the alcohol. 

Marilyn took the last bottle and having some difficulty opening it, said, "More sswine? SssssMari?" 

Standing quickly, Mari replied, "Oh no thank you! I must be getting back now." 

Midst the dazed looks of Neali and Marilyn, SoundTek's finest left the room. It took a while before the girls could process the event and what happened but when they did; both realized that their plan had failed miserably. 

"Well!" Neali said. "The salads were good and the wine was great!" 

"Yeah right," Marilyn said in frustration. 

"Now Marilyn, don't get your panties in a wad!" Neali said. 

"Panties in a wad?" Marilyn said as she quickly turned to her blonde friend. "That's it Neali, that's it!" she said like the GE light bulb had just come on. 

"Huh?" Neali said confused. 

Marilyn quickly went to her dresser and opened the drawer. From it, she pulled a pair of pink panties, wadded them up, and threw them at Neali. When she caught them, her eyes darted from the wad to Marilyn then back again. Neali knew her friend was sometimes weird and this must have been one of those moments. 

But when Neali looked back at her, she said, "And what should I do with these?" 

Not answering, Marilyn smiled, walked over to her, and kissed her softly on her lips. She then started to slowly caress the blond, remove her clothes, and then lead her over to the bed. Neali then positioned herself so her butt was sitting on the corner and her legs were parted. 

"Lie back Neali!" M said. "I'm gonna do something I've never done before to you." 

Now Tingling at what her friend might have in mind, Neali's back went down onto the mattress giving Marilyn full access to her lover's inner thighs and pussy so she knelt and began to kiss and caress Neali's soft skin. Starting at Neali's knees, she lightly slid her fingers upward to caress till she reached the edge of her auburn fir. Lingering there, she softly ran a finger or two all around the perimeter of the patch till they came back again to Neali's now moist labia. 

Soft moans came from Neali as she experienced Marilyn's caressing touch. Marilyn continued her pursuits for quite a while till Neali's pussy was noticeably wet and her cuntal lips had opened in anticipation of the main event. Then slowly, she took the pink material of her own panties and began to stuff them inside Neali's hot mound. 

What resulted were incredible waves of desire that spread throughout Neali's body, over and over again. To stuff the material in meant that Marilyn's finger had to penetrate her tunnel of love. In and out Marilyn finger-pushed the panties till all were in except for one inch of material. Then continuing to caress her inner thighs, she went down on her lover. 

Sighs and deep moans filled the air as Neali felt Marilyn's lips wrap around her swollen clit. The tonguing action was hot so it took only a few minutes to bring the blonde to the point of no return. Sucking, licking, and blowing warm air onto Neali's sex finally pushed her into the abyss of orgasmic thrills...

And as the ecstasy overtook her, Neali grabbed M's head and held it where she wanted it, and screamed out her pleasures until she could cum no more. Wave after wave of overwhelming delights crawled up her body and down again. When she finally came off her high, she realized her sucker was pulling the soaked material from her cuntal cavern. 

Then handing them to Neali, Marilyn said, "Now stuff them in mine, honey!" 

They changed positions and Neali did most of the same act to Marilyn. She stuffed the panties into her friend's hot cavern but instead of caressing her to a build up of passions, Neali decided to lick her friend's inner thighs. The result was electric and intense. Marilyn begged and pleaded for N to lick all the way to her clitoral treasure but each time, Neali stopped short of the goal. 

This caused Marilyn to beg all the more. Over and over the licking continued till Marilyn was actually demanding that Neali bring her off, quickly. Neali was in charge and wouldn't do it till she wanted. 

After about ten minutes of steaming, hot demands, Neali drove her tongue hard into the already panty filled hole. Marilyn screamed out in passionate release as a flood of juices soaked the material and coated Neali's tongue and face. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever but when it finally faded into panting breaths, Neali pulled the double soaked panties from her friend. 

Marilyn stood up but staggered a little till Neali caught her and steadied her. Then Marilyn took the dripping wad of material and stuffed them inside a manila envelope that Mari had mistakenly left behind. Grabbing the third bottle of wine, Marilyn dribbled a small amount of vintage into the open envelope to soak the material further. Then giggling, she licked the flap and sealed it tightly. 




SoundTek Systems Inc. Ch. 04



"And what, may I ask, are you going to do with that?" Neali said suspiciously. 

"Well, Neali! I don't know what toxic brew this will make but I'm sure by the morning, it will be good and fermented." Marilyn said giggling. "We'll see how it affects Mari Maccord." 

Down at the SoundTek seminar, Mari and Bill once again led further discussions on the quality features of their filtering software. Q and A followed but this time, several convention attendees challenged claims on the sole issue that no software program could ever know which sounds were background noises and which ones weren't. 

But confidently, Miss Mari Maccord stepped in to save the day for the company. She accepted the challenge but told the opposing ones that she would put the system to the ultimate test at the special evening session on Thursday. This brought the crowd to their feet. Nobody really felt that SoundTek had managed to do all that Mari and Bill claimed they had so all planned to join the special demonstration on Thursday. 

Vesta and Mark returned late that afternoon. She called her girlfriend's room to see if she or Marilyn had managed to melt the Old Iceberg but soon learned they hadn't. Neither N nor M told her of the panty caper but decided to surprise them the next morning. Vesta didn't tell them either of her engagement to Mark. Instead, she was having too much fun pondering it in her heart. 

After Mari's last session, she located Angel to see if all equipment was ready. She figured the two sluts would have a go at it again that night. Angel eyed her with the utmost curiosity, trying to figure out exactly what Mari had in mind to do with such information but Maccord kept the details mysteriously hidden. 

"Oh by the way, Angel!" Miss Maccord said. "Thank you for doing the setup work!" 

Slightly rolling her eyes at Mari, Angel replied, "Sure, Miss Maccord! Whatever turns you on." 

"Doubtful anything does." Angel thought. 

Then their conversation was interrupted by Gary, one of the other company engineers. He'd been watching Angel for some time and felt an attraction for her. He particularly liked her hazel blue eyes set perfectly midst her curly, auburn hair. Since he was tall, he tended to prefer a taller woman, not to mention shapely long legs, all of which Angel sported. And She had also noticed that from time to time, Gary gazed in approval, so when he walked over and asked her out on a date, she readily accepted. 


Miss Maccord, who had been sizing up the situation, didn't like what she saw. Gary to her was truly a fine engineer but Mari knew that Angel was such a lady in public and figured she would have had little desire to go out on a whim date, especially with a man who was probably a couple of years younger than her. But Angel had truly turned her attention to Gary, a man she liked to work with, and one who treated her like the lady she was. 

So leaving Maccord's presence, the two left the hotel, hailed a cab, and went over to Durango Boulevard to visit the Tower of the Americas. There, they took the elevator up the long trek to the rotating restaurant that had for so long been one of the highlights of the HemisFair Tower. Since the restaurant took exactly one hour to make a single rotation, Gary treated his lovely date to a dinner of fine Mexican food and Corona Gold beer. 

During the hour of dining, they conversed about this and that but both learned quickly that they shared many of the same interests. When the meal was finished, he led Angel to a stair well that led to the observation level. They walked and talked, occasionally flirting as they went, and after one complete circle of the deck, Gary told her to wait while he went to ask a question of the security guard who stood at the only entrance to the level. 

Angel thought this odd but also felt a bit stimulated by what she hoped might happen. Gary and the guard spoke for a few minutes then Gary pulled his wallet out and removed several bills to give to the guard. When the guard took them, his eyes glanced over at Angel, looking her up and down, then back at the two hundred dollars he'd received. 

By that time, she felt a tingling in her body, first in her full breasts then spreading downward to her thighs. And even before she had an inkling of what was about to happen, she also felt the mixture of a little fear. 

"Is he going to take me on the observation level?" she wondered. "Will we do it in front of the watching guard?" 

The latter made her pussy spasm in sensual anticipation over such a thought that two men might take her at the same time. Then the guard smiled at her again but this time his eyes settled on her round bottom. As soon as Gary said something else to him, what, she couldn't exactly tell; the guard left his post and went out the door. Gary then closed it from his side. This meant it was locked until the guard unlocked it again. 

Now breathing deeply in a mixture of reluctance and desire, Angel found herself staring at Gary for a clue, some indication of what he wanted. He came over to her, bent to kiss her softly on the cheek, and then whispered in her ear several sensuous words that made her grow moist between her legs. Kissing her on the lips, Gary then led her around to the far side of the level, far away from the guard post and the door.  

"We have this deck for one hour, Angel!" then he kissed her more passionately, driving his tongue in and out of her mouth. 

She responded in kind with her own tongue while she felt a growing desire to be taken for all she was worth. His strong arms wrapped tightly around her causing her full, round breasts to passionately press against him. Pulling her closer, he slid his hands down to her gorgeous butt and she moaned in complete approval. Now squeezing her lobes purposefully, he pumped his tongue deep into her sucking mouth. That move sent both into mutual fondling that soon turned to the removal of their clothes so that Gary was left in his shorts and Angel only in her blue, thong panties. 

And there they stood, almost naked where the city lights were their voyeurs. In animal like lust, Gary slid his hands under to hold her soft, breast melons and enjoy their fullness. She moaned in delight at his touch, his lustful squeezes, and eventual sucking lips as he went down to wrap his mouth around the candy nipple of her right tit. At the sensations, she cooed and moaned. His tongue lashed around her areola then settled firmly on her bud. 

Midst his sucking and licking maneuvers, she felt the touch of his fingers as he slid his hands downward to fondle her round ass. He wanted her and all that mattered at that point to her was surrendering her body to his whims. Then lightly, she felt him bite into her nipple sending pleasure waves throughout her body. He continued this till he had slid one hand down onto her pussy mound. 

"Oh Gary, please do me honey!" she sighed and moaned. 

Then without warning, he pulled her thong strap aside and pushed his index finger up into her cuntal flower. 

"O-O-O-O-Oooooooh!" she moaned as her pre cum flow squirted to coat his hand. 

When he finally pulled his finger and licked it clean, he rammed it in again and did the same, only to make her clean it off the second time. This drove her absolutely wild with lustful desires. 

"Get on your knees, Angel and pull my briefs down with your teeth!" he said.  

Obediently, she dropped down, took the elastic lining in her teeth and pulled her head downward till his cock exploded from its den. She giggled in delight at its freedom, then with one hand pulled the shorts to the ground and with the other, wrapped her fingers passionately around his big dick. At his command, she then took it in her mouth and sucked him in till she'd managed to take in four inches of his seven inch length. 

But Gary had other plans in mind so he let her suck for a moment then he pulled it from her mouth and told her to strip herself naked. As she did, he gazed intently at the most beautiful mat of auburn bush he'd ever laid eyes on. It was thick, plush, and so incredibly desirable that he almost blew his load at the sight. And then he did what he had wanted to do to her all night. 

Gary lie down on the outdoor carpet and with the city lights to his left, he told her to straddle him backwards and suck his cock while he continuously inhaled the womanly perfume. Angel got down on her knees then lifted her leg high and straddled his face. Initially, he drove his tongue in her pussy once then she lifted her wetness off him and hiked her butt high in the air. 

With her tongue, she licked the pre cum off the head of his rod then licked slowly downward to savor the length of his shaft. At the base, she licked all around, even going downward to prod his scrotal sack then back up his dick till she reached the crown again. Her tongue lashed at it playfully causing him to buck beneath her. For several minutes she pleased him till he could stand it no more. 

"Take it into your mouth, Angel!" he commanded so she slowly opened wide and sucked him deep inside. 

He could tell she was an experienced cock sucker by the rhythm in which she alternated between tongue lashes and the pressure by which she sucked. It was all he could do to hold on and this lovely lady knew exactly what she was doing. But as Gary's passions built to an all time high, she suddenly knew he was ready to blow. 

To bring him to the point of no return, Angel began to sway her hips back and forth over his lusting eyes. Her movements drove him wild with desire and in a matter of seconds, he grunted loudly as his creamy load blasted deep inside her hungry mouth. Spurt after spurt shot into her mouth, most of which she swallowed but the last three blasts she savored on her tongue. When he could no longer shoot his rod, she slowly pulled it out of her mouth. 

Still panting in spent pleasure, Gary pulled her now dripping pussy down onto his face. Immediately, Angel squealed in delight as she felt the tip of his tongue lap at her slit. Tingling sensations rolled over her and in response, she ground her twat down onto his hungry mouth. 

"Eat your dessert Honey!" she moaned loudly. 

Gary drove his tongue upward to meet Angel's delicious mound then began to fuck her with his probing tongue. Her response was to sway her hips slightly. Somehow, he managed to locate one of her nipples so he pinched it lightly and pulled on it playfully. The combination of sensations brought her quickly to a raging high and before she went over the edge, she yelped in several high pitched squeals that rang throughout the observation area. When Gary found her other tit and strafed her hard nipple, she lost it all. 

Grinding her cuntal mound down onto his face, she moaned deeply, "Fuck me baby! Fuck me with your tongue Aieeiieieieiiaieieieaieiaieiaeiiaeiaieiaieiaeiiaeih!" 

And from her pussy, her river flowed squirting juices in his mouth and all over his tongue. Her cries of orgasmic splendor filled the air and she continued to ride his face till he finally released her, letting her roll to the side in spent pleasure. As she did, she opened her eyes and looked happily into the wet face of her date. 

She smiled at him while he licked his lips and savored her juicy flow. Then as if they'd not even had sex the first two times, he got up, ordered her to get on her hands and knees, and positioned himself behind to take her once more. On his watch, he noticed they still had twenty minutes before the guard would unlock the door from the outside. He knew it wouldn't take that long so he posed the head of his now stiff shaft to her already wet hole and pushed it deliberately inside. 

Because she still felt the sensitivity of her tongue fuck, she let out a deep moan of delight. Gary filled her to the full then pulled it out to ram it in again. In and out and in and out, in and out, in and out, in, out, in, out, faster and faster he pistoned his rod till they simultaneously exploded in an intense orgasm. His cock throbbed violently while her cunt clenched his length like a vice. And when their groans of delight ended, he pulled his flaccid rod out of her hairy tunnel only to fall back in spent relief. 

Suddenly Angel felt the fear that the guard might come back any minute. She begged Gary to let her dress, let her fix her hair, let her look presentable. But before he did, and with only three minutes to go, he picked her up so he could kiss her deeply. Mutually, the two enjoyed the taste of their mingled cum till he decided it was time. 

With only two minutes to go, they frantically put on their clothes, she ran a brush through her hair, wiped the cum off her lips, and did her best to fix what little makeup she wore. Then they walked casually toward the door noticing that the guard had unlocked it and opened it to let three visitors in. When he saw Gary and Angel, he nodded his head but was soon interrupted by one of the three he let into the deck. Gary and Angel went out and took the elevator back down to the ground. 

As they walked out to hail a cab, she pondered their date as well as wondered what Miss Mari Maccord was doing back in her room.

To be continued.......



SoundTek Systems Inc. Ch. 05



Edited by angel love

*

As Gary and Angel took the cab from the Tower of the Americas to the famed San Antonio River Walk, he held her closely in the backseat of the car. Then they walked along the winding path passing shop after shop till they reached the lower river entrance to the hotel. When Angel's floor sounded in the elevator, she turned to Gary and kissed him softly. 

"Thank you Gary!" she said appreciatively. "Thanks for the 750 feet high fuck you gave me this evening!" Then she went to her room to rest till she heard from Mari Maccord. 

Maccord paced in her room while she waited for the over sexed couple to start there evening romp. Oddly enough, she still didn't know their names nor had she thought to ask anyone. Her entire goal that evening was to trap them by recording their sexual antics on tape, have Angel burn a CD of it, and use it on Thursday night during the ultimate demonstration of the company's version nine software. 

"My plan is flawless!" Maccord said as she impatiently waited for the main event. "And nobody but Angel will know who was responsible." 

Around seven thirty, Mark and Vesta came back to her room. Since they were now engaged, they laughed and frolicked till they both ended up in the bed kissing. One thing led to another and then the two practically tore each other's clothes off. Mark did his lover in practically every position possible, in the bed, over the table, in the chair, and so on. 

Their sounds alerted Maccord in the room next door so she started the recorder to capture their antics. The whole thing disgusted her, especially the moaning and groaning, begging and pleading, and the orgasmic grunts and screams that she could hear so vividly. Mari wanted to leave them to their own sickening ways but she knew she had to be there when the recording was finished. 

Over and over again, Maccord heard the sounds that ultimately meant she would win this battle. And after two hours of steaming, hot sexual activity, she suddenly realized the two had calmed down. Thinking then, that it was all over, she grabbed the headphones that Angel left behind and put them on her head. Immediately, she heard the sound of a shower running with the man's and woman's voices mingled together. 

"Maybe they're done, finally!" Miss Iceberg said as she continued to listen to determine if she should turn off the recorder. 

But in Vesta's bathroom, Mark was busy lathering up his babe with the scented soap she'd purchased in honor of their engagement. Over her shoulders and down her back his hands glided until he reached the rounded lobes of her butt. Then he slid the bar of soap into her crack making her squeal out in delight. And when the corner of the bar strafed her anal pucker, Vesta began to beg Mark to finger fuck her in the ass. 

At her pleading words, Mari just about went into Cardiac arrest. The thought of knowing the perverted man would even consider poking the slut in her forbidden hole, practically caused Mari to lose her supper. Then Vesta calmed down as Mark dropped to his knees and lathered up her legs. He ended up at her full bush pussy fir where the foamy lather fascinated him. 

"Oh baby doll!" Vesta moaned loudly. "Please lather my front, especially my big, soft breasts." 

While Maccord cringed at what she heard, Mark finished his foamy pursuits. Then she took the soap and did exactly the same thing to his body. When both had their fill of fondling frenzy, Mark aimed the shower spray to rinse the two of them off. 

Between grabbing, pinching, fingering, and squeezing, Mark and Vesta once again built themselves to a sexual high. Then, as earlier agreed, Mark dropped to his knees and began to eat Vesta's mound with great fervor. 

In response, she lifted the foot on her left leg and positioned it firmly on the side of the tub so he could have easy access to her pussy and butt. When she did this, Mark wasted no time in pushing his index finger up into her still soaped butt, pushing it as far as he could. Since this was one of Vesta's favorite forms of stimulation, she let out a moan to end all moans. 

But on Mari's side of the wall, she suddenly heard the woman pleading and begging again. 

"Finger fuck my butt while you eat my hairy pussy!" Vesta cried as Mark pumped his finger in and out of her clenching ass.

When Maccord heard the slut's words, she gasped and started to say a few phrases of her own in absolute protest. 

"My heavens!" Regina Rigidity protested. "He's pumping his finger up her forbidden hole while he performs that yucky oral sex." 

Through the headphones she heard the lady build up to her point of no return, then another shrill squeal filled the headset. Mari reeled at what she heard for she couldn't imagine how such a gross act could be pleasurable to a man much less a woman. But finally, as the slut came off her orgasmic high, Mari tore the headphones from her ears and threw them onto the bed. 

"I've heard enough!" Vicky Virgin angrily snapped. 

At the recorder, she shut the tape session off and then pressed the rewind button. Immediately, the tape whirred into action. Mari just wanted to get out of the room so she let the tape rewind, grabbed her purse, and headed for the door. But when she opened it to leave, she met Angel standing in the hall. 

"Oh my heavens, Angel!" Mari said with a sudden gasp. "I had no idea you were here!" 

Angel patted Mari's hand to calm her since she could tell Maccord had been visibly shaken. 

"Miss Maccord, was it that bad?" Angel asked. 

"Bad?!" Mari said in disbelief. "It was more than gross, if you ask me!" 

"This was your idea, Mari!" Angel reminded the Sex Nazi. 

Stepping into Mari's room, Angel quickly moved to the recorder to eject the tape. She didn't feel like burning the CD at that time, so she stuffed it into her purse then turned to leave Mari to her own whims. As she turned near Maccord's bed, however, she noticed one of the tiny microphones that lie near the pillow. 

Thinking she must have dropped it by mistake when she'd done the setup, Angel merely laid it on the table near the recorder. Mari hadn't noticed it at all but did her best to hurry Angel so they could get out of there in the event that another sex round started next door. If that were to happen, being in the room with Angel would be the last place Mari would want to be. 

Then the two left and went down to the Frou-Frou coffee shop in the hotel lobby to drink Cappuccino. In Vesta's room, however, all was extremely well. She and Mark lie naked on her bed, covers pulled down, and both relaxed as Mark flipped through various channels on the TV. 

"Think Maccord heard us?" Vesta asked her lover. 

"Sure hope so!" Mark said, then chuckled. 

After Mari and Angel had enjoyed their coffees, both decided to go back to their rooms and try to get a good night's sleep. In Mari's room, silence seemed to rule. A few floors down in Angel's room, however, the night was just about to begin. Even though Angel thought their date was through, she found Gary waiting for her outside her sixth floor room. 

"Well hello!" Angel said with a smile. "Need more baby?" 

He didn't answer her but pulled her into his arms to kiss her passionately. When their bodies met, she felt the growing bulge down in his pants. Awkwardly as they kissed and hugged in a lustful manner, she somehow managed to slip her keycard into the slot, unlock the door, and then go inside. 

Inside, Gary acted differently than he'd done on their earlier date. His voice went deep and stayed there as he told her to strip in front of him and put on some thigh high stockings and a garter belt. Obediently, she did just that, all the while feeling the stimulation of his voice, his commands, and his intense gaze. 

"And what may I do for you, honey?" she asked submissively. 

"Bend over that table, Angel!" he said in a wanton, demanding tone. 

As she did, her ass cheeks smiled at him. He rubbed and massaged them softly till he thought she had calmed to a neutral level. Then without warning, he reared back and spanked her ass till it turned pink in color. 

"Oh baby spank my ass!" she cried as the stinging slaps made her grow in sexual desire. "Do it again, Master? Please do it again." 

When he felt she'd had enough, he reached under one of her hanging breasts and lifted her to her feet. Then he made her strip him naked and take his rod into her mouth to suck him off. Angel couldn't do it fast enough for her own likes and when she put his hard cock into her mouth, he moaned in complete approval. Her tongue lashed wildly at the underside of his sensitive rod. Her sucking pressure increased with each stroke of his cock. 

But just as he sensed that he was getting close, he told her to get ready for he wanted to shoot his load on her melon breasts and nipples. That command delighted her to no end. She cooed, sighed, and sucked him off till he exploded sending the first bead of hot cum into her mouth. The six streams that followed blasted directly on her soft C-cup breasts. The last one, in particular splattered all over the nipple on her left boob. Then she grabbed his spurting hose and licked it clean of the salty cream that now coated the crown. 

"And what else may I do for you, honey?" she asked. 

"Lie on your bed, lift your breast to your mouth and devour the cum that coated your redbud nipple!" he said in anticipation of watching her taste his load. 

Angel did as she was told and lifted her left tit to her mouth where she proceeded to taste the white cream off her pert nipple. Sensations of desire shot through her body at the delicious taste. The lashing of her tongue on her already sensitive bud sent another wave of hot passion throughout her body that eventually settled deep, down between her legs. 

"Now finger your cunt while you lick my sweet cream!" he commanded. "Make yourself cum!" 

Three to four minutes later, she felt a surge of passion as her clit tingled under her control. Her fingers rubbed on either side of it, and then she slid one deep inside her pussy mound. 

"Oh Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary! Aieieieiiea! Airier! Aieieaoa! Aegean!" she cried out in climactic song. 

Watching and hearing her made Gary's cock stiffen again to full length. His shaft must have been clearly eight inches as best Angel could tell. She could easily take him in her cuntal domain but if he planned to do anal, she might have a problem. And of course, that was exactly what he required. 

Angel licked every bead of cum off her luscious melons while Gary stroked his cock in full approval. When she finished, he told her to get on her hands and knees with her hot butt at the corner of the bed. He positioned himself behind her. He posed the head of his dick to her already cum soaked entrance, then pushed it in about an inch to feel the warmth and wetness of her hot pussy. 

"Stick it in, lover!" she moaned. 

He then pushed it in all the way, filling up her cuntal canal with his hard, pulsing rod. She begged him to fuck her like he did on the observation deck. But he chose to only pump her long enough till his rod was sufficiently lubricated by her generous flow. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, much to her chagrin and laid its length on Angel's sexy ass cheeks. 

Then he spread her cheeks apart and laid his wet cock between them. The sensations of his rod lying inside her hot lobes caused the slutty Angel to rage in anticipation of what was about to come. Then Gary pulled his dick away and rammed it between her pussy lips again. The second time she seemed to be much creamier than the first. Pulling it out again left her frustrated at best. 

"Please fuck my pussy, Master! Please fuck my ass, too!" Angel begged. 

Five times he penetrated her tunnel of love only to pull out and watch her juices glisten on his shaft. Each time she moaned more deeply for she wanted to clench his dick between her hungry cunt muscles. But he made her wait and beg all the more. Then on the sixth penetration, he told her to get ready for the reaming of her life. 

In response to his warning, she relaxed and lifted her ass high to position herself for his entrance. Gary place the head of his dripping cock up to her anal flower, then shoved it in exactly the length needed to just push his head past her gripping ring. At first, she groaned in a mixture of joy and pain. 

Then he slowly pushed further in pursuit of taking her ass completely. Since Angel enjoyed anal and had experience at being reamed, she pushed her ass back on his rod till their combined efforts ceased as he felt the soft tissue of her cheeks against his lower belly. In response, she moaned loudly but it was clearly a moan of pleasure. 

Then slowly he pulled his hard cock from her spasming butt. Each time the head would prevent him from pulling it out completely, he'd push it back in again to hear her moan. He loved the tight feeling of her chamber as it lovingly gripped his pole. Back out then in again, back out then in, then out, then in, over and over he plunged his tool till she began to get used to the size. 

Mutually they moaned and groaned from all the intense sensations. Then Gary pulled his rod back to only let her enjoy the first three inches of his shaft. In and out and in and out, faster and faster, he pistoned his babe's ass till he grunted deeply and started shooting what felt like another gallon of hot load. 

With his pace increased and the spurts of steaming cum painting Angel's anal tunnel, they both groaned out their orgasmic release. Angel lost count after seven beads of white cream pumped inside. When Gary's throbbing and moaning changed to a flaccid cock and slower deep breathing, she knew that his hard, shooting rod was about to retreat. 

He, on the other hand, decided to stay inside so he could enjoy her for a while. She didn't mind either. After a few more minutes of butt filled sensation, he slowly pulled his spent shaft from her most intimate of holes. In spent relief, Angel fell forward on her bed then rolled over on her back. As she did, she made sure to spread her delicious, shapely legs apart so he could not only see the smile of her ass cheeks but also the smiling slit she sported. 

Gary lay on top of her body for a while and they kissed softly holding one another. Angel, in an effort to show him how much she liked what he'd done,, wrapped her long legs around his body in such a way that she'd never want to let him go. Eventually, though, she released him and the two showered then joined each other in bed for the night. The sexual activity came to a stop, except for Miss Mari Maccord, the Sex Nazi who baulked at the thought of giving herself or receiving pleasure of any kind. 

Indeed, her true pleasure would be experienced at the Thursday night meeting where SoundTek version nine was put to the test. Now all were resting, most in spent relief. Nothing else could possibly happen while the characters slept, except for one thing. 

Bill, Mari's assistant, sat in his room alone, wondering how in the world SoundTek would be able to take another embarrassing blow with Mari Maccord. He really admired her, appreciated her leadership skills, and even felt some attraction for her even though he knew her body temperature was akin to that of the North Pole. 

"Surely there must be a way to loosen her up!" he said softly, as he began to stroke his mature cock to hardness. 

Bill imagined what it would be like to be buried between Mari's legs while they affectionately wrapped around him. At least in his fantasy, she was warm, sexy, and more than willing to let him go where no man had ever gone before. The mere thought of such a conquest stimulated Bill to heights of passion and even though he knew better than to believe his fantasy, he still would take the impenetrable Mari Maccord in her pussy, mouth, and butt. 

Within minutes, he let out a deep grunt, as his spurting load blasted from his cock like a rocket off its launch pad. In his mind, Mari pleaded for more in her pussy then she licked his rod clean of his seed. And when all was fantasized and done, Bill cleaned his cream from his shaft and belly. 

"Hmmmm, maybe I should bottle this stuff and mail it to Mari!" 

Stay tuned for an explosive ending...



SoundTek Systems Inc. Ch. 06



Edited by angel love

The wake up call for Angel rang precisely at ten minutes till six on Thursday morning. Oddly enough, she found herself alone when she opened her hazel eyes. She knew she had plenty to do that day in preparation for the big event that night, including Mari's request for her to burn a CD of what the old Sex Nazi deemed to be the victory tape. 

Mari Maccord's audio clip seemed rather short for a SoundTek demo. Normally, they ran from one to three minutes in length. Being the audio engineer that she was, Angel started to listen to it but the growling in her stomach made her decide otherwise. Quickly, she made the CD, labeled it, and dropped it into a sleeve marked Demo for Mari Maccord. 

Then Angel went to breakfast at a nearby café, along the River Walk. Oddly enough, she met Maccord there so they decided to sit together in a fairly out of the way table. Over fresh fruit, yogurt, and coffee, they chatted about one thing or another until Mari told her she had specific instructions for her. 

"Tonight, Angel, just do the following and all will go well. Two demonstrations will occur before yours, both by SoundTek engineers. When they are complete, I'll say something by way of introduction then hand it over to you," Mari said. 

Angel nodded in full understanding, then Maccord left while the engineer agreed to a refill of hot coffee. When Mari returned to the SoundTek demonstration room, she checked with everyone there to make sure all systems were running in peak performance. When fully satisfied, she and her assistant Bill met to review their notes for the first seminar. 

At nine o'clock sharp, it began. The first session involved SoundTek's innovative features for other languages such as German, Dutch, Spanish, French, and Italian. Neali and Marilyn were there to evaluate whether the educational packages were user friendly, especially for those who might primarily use Spanish. 

Mark and Vesta decided to skip the morning meetings altogether, mainly because they were exhausted from the previous night's love making. Many of those who attended the meetings discussed that night's challenge for Mari Maccord and SoundTek Systems Inc. The large demo room was bound to be filled to the breaking point, especially by those who had heard and seen Mari in action at the initial meetings. Some even wondered if the mystery lady would be there to fuel the fire for she had certainly been Mari's nemesis to that point. 

At lunch, Neali and Marilyn met Mark and Vesta at the famed Kangaroo Court. Each enjoyed the unique menu and each ordered something completely different. Flavored teas such as blueberry and apricot were the favorites. But after their fill of fine food, Vesta broke the conversation with a question concerning that night's events. 

"So Neali! What in the world do you two have cooked up for tonight?" Vesta inquired. "Will you ladies take on Mari Maccord?" 

Neali shot Marilyn a glance, not knowing if their plan was supposed to be a secret. Marilyn smiled, put her finger and thumb on her chin like she was thinking and making a decision, then she decided to fill them in on their strategy. 

"Well you see! Neali and I decided to mutually soak a pair of panties in our own juices, and then add some white wine to chemically change it into a wicked brew!" Marilyn said with a wicked smile on her face. 

Immediately, Mark's cock began to stir but Vesta quickly said, "Down boy! Take it easy there!" 

"It's been brewing all night long plus what chemical reactions occur today. By the time Mari inhales the scent at tonight's meeting, it surely ought to melt the Iceberg!" Marilyn said. 

Marks eyebrows stood at attention and he said, "Hmmmm, a new aphrodisiac?" 

"And how will this be done?" Vesta asked. 

Neali chimed in and said, "Well you see, we asked one of the desk clerks to deliver it to her after the demonstrations are completed. The envelope is marked for Maccord and she'll think it's from the SoundTek CEO. Neali and I figure that priority will do the trick!" 

"And if it doesn't work?" Mark said. 

"Hmmm, well, she'll probably just think it a cruel joke and cast it aside. Knowing her, she will put on her best act and nobody but us will know." Marilyn said, confidently. 

Chuckling, Mark said, "Gosh, I hope I can keep a straight face when she steps to the podium tonight!" 

No seminars were planned for that Thursday afternoon. Instead, the company set up tours for anyone who wanted to view some of the special sites in beautiful San Antonio. Tour busses took those who wanted to go all over the city to see places like the Spanish Governor's Palace, the San Jose Mission and others along Mission Road, Brackenridge Park, the Institute for Texas Cultures, and a tour of some of the city's most notable mansions. 

All, of course, were nothing more than another attempt by SoundTek to tempt potential customers at the convention to purchase the new version nine software packages. And, for the most part, people new what the company was doing. Few cared for they knew this was typical protocol for these kinds of companies and besides, the tours were free. 

Since Neali and Marilyn had never been up in the Tower of the Americas, Mark and Vesta treated them to dinner in the rotating restaurant. The view, as usual, was spectacular and so was the cuisine. Over dinner, Mark and Vesta shared the news of their engagement, thrilling Neali and Marilyn to no end. Mark ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon to enhance the celebration, not to mention what all thought would happen later to SoundTek's finest speaker. Then around six thirty, they left and drove back to the hotel to attend that evening's challenge. 

By the time they reached the large demonstration room, there were only seats enough for them on the back row. Neali thought this best in case any of them needed to make a fast get away. Then as usual, Bill stepped to the podium and introduced Miss Mari Maccord. She looked more confident than she'd ever appeared before. None of the four knew why exactly, but relished what they deemed to be the Sex Nazi's soon demise. 

The three SoundTek engineers took their places behind the special computers. Gary's demo was first and he showed how the filtering features actually isolated the various noises into sound units. Then Keiko, the SoundTek engineer who came over from Japan, demonstrated the second phase of the audio filtering process. Each sound unit was prioritized by various criteria such as volume, orientation of source, and like sound similarities. 

After the first two demos, the crowd applauded at what appeared to be the cutting edge audio advances of the century. When the applause faded, Bill led Mari to the podium once again to introduce the third and most important portion of the audio media presentation. 

At the microphone, Maccord smiled and said, "Ladies and Gentlemen! Many of you have challenged our crew this week on the various quality aspects of our newest version. I'll have to admit, it sounded almost impossible, when I initially heard of SoundTek's incredible advancements. But when I experienced it myself," she broke off for effect, "I had no idea just how cutting edge it truly was!" 

Several applauded, but most of them were loyal employees of the company. Of course, Mari entertained such applause with great approval. She treated the few as if the accolades were a kin to a standing ovation. 

Then she said, "Well tonight, we're going to hear the ultimate demonstration of the version nine package. So, without further ado, let me turn it over to one of SoundTek's finest audio engineers. Angel?" 

The lovely, hazel eyed, auburn haired woman took the microphone off the stand near her computer table, and then stood to face the crowd. 

Again, several applauded then Angel said, "What I will do now is to play a simple five minute audio clip of Mozart's Symphony #40 in G-Minor. You will easily recognize it, I'm sure! Then, I will add in a sound clip of background noises but enable the version nine software to filter it and delete it from the mix. When that part is complete, I'll play the background noises by themselves so you can hear exactly what our software is capable of removing." 

The Mozart clip started and the audience obviously enjoyed it. Then the engineer started it again but added the special background noises to the mix. Heads turned left and right as everyone tried their hardest to detect any out of the ordinary sounds, not endemic to Mr. Mozart's symphony. By the time the clip ended, everyone was on the edge of their seats. Then Angel smiled and told them she would then play only the background noises that the software had previously filtered. 

Everyone waited with baited breath, and then they heard the sound with cutting edge quality, "My heavens! He's pumping his finger up her forbidden hole while he performs that yucky oral sex!" 

Totally shocked, over three hundred and forty people heard and fully recognized the background noise of the distinct voice of SoundTek's finest speaker, Miss Mari Maccord! Mari's face immediately flushed white, her mouth agape, and her eyes wide as saucers. Angel frantically reached to shut off the CD but soon realized that the clip was over. What exactly happened to it, she never knew. Bill leaped to the stage to steady Mari as shrieks, gasps, hoots, and hollers erupted in the audience. 

Several jumped up and exploded into hysterical laughter. Two ladies on the end of one row stood and promptly fainted. In an attempt to divert the crowd's attention, Angel turned the volume full blast, pressed the button to start the five minute Mozart audio but forgot that the only CD in the player was the background of Maccord. Shy of the maximum decibel rate that human kind can comprehend, the crowd heard again the cutting edge sex comment of SoundTek's finest. 

Several of the SoundTek engineers were laughing so hard, tears rolled down their faces. Some of the audience stood in protest while others sat still in shock. The bawdy crew of whistlers kept up their ridicule until several security guards stepped in to attempt some control over the crowd. 

Mark looked directly into Vesta's eyes and said, "Was that what I think it was?" only to hear her say, "Yep! It was definitely the shower scene!" 

Neali and Marilyn didn't know what to do. Their plan to melt the frigid Iceberg was nothing in comparison to the unintentional faux pas of SoundTek's soon to be looking for another job, Maccord. The hotel clerk was due to enter and when he finally did midst the chaos, he marched directly down the aisle to deliver the manila covered aphrodisiac. 

But Bill saw him coming and took the envelope. He thought that maybe this would be a perfect opportunity to bring some diversion in to the embarrassing circumstances, somehow get people's minds off the convention faux pas of the century. Looking at the front of the envelope, he saw it was specifically marked for Mari Maccord. She, however, was gripping the podium like it was her last stand. Nobody really knew what to do next until Bill made his move. 

"Attention people! Let me have your attention!" Bill said with an aire of authority. "Now this is some sort of joke and I assure you that there will be an investigation into the matter. We would, however like to move on to the final portion of our presentation to meet our critic's challenges. A special multimedia presentation has been created to close our meeting so sit back, listen, and watch." 

For the next three minutes, the presentation played, somehow impressing the crowd. Bill managed to get Mari out of the room to see if he could calm her. The hallway discussion, mostly on Maccord's part, was nothing more than angry threats to see the entire human race destroyed. 

"Damn it!" she said as tomato red boiled up from her neck throughout her face. "I'll get those two if it's the last thing I do!" 

Confused but trying to understand, Bill said, "What in the world are you talking about?" 

"THE SOUND CLIP!!!" you blithering idiot. 

"But that was your, voice, Mari!" Bill said, still confused. "Those two had nothing to do with it." 

When the media clip was ending, Bill and Mari amazingly stepped back into the room and onto the stage. Mari's countenance had fully changed as if she had a case of Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde. Her former embarrassment was gone, replaced by a fake smile she always displayed so well. Bill realized that he'd forgotten to hand her the envelope from the company CEO so he interrupted her and handed her the envelope. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Obviously, the earlier faux pas was planned and was an attempt to show you just how good our software filtering really was! And yes! The voice sounded like mine, I know, but it was really that of a local actress hired to do the clip." Maccord lied. 

Heads snapped back and forth in utter disbelief. One whistler chimed in but was soon stopped by a woman who clasped her hand over his mouth. Mari kept on smiling as if she knew the incident had been planned all the time. Gary, Angel, and Keiko just sat at their computers stifling bursts of laughter. 

"But wait folks!" SoundTek's finest said. "I've just been handed an envelope from our company CEO!" 

Neali and Marilyn slid forth in their chairs followed by Mark and Vesta. Mari tore open the manila envelope, pressed its sides to open it wide, and looked inside. What happened next was unparalleled in convention history. Wafting up from the enclosure was a scent so strong that even SoundTek's finest was stunned by the essence. 

Mari shook her head, shuttered, and then looked out over the crowd with such a crazed animal like look that it took Bill and a security guard to steady her. Everyone watching was thoroughly stunned at what they saw in the countenance of the old Sex Nazi, Miss Mari Maccord. Eyebrows raised as several began to recognize that all familiar look of a lady who had been severely stimulated. 

One bawdy whistler rushed forth to see what was in the envelope. He snatched it from Maccord, held it high, and then turned it upside down. Falling freely, a pink, aromatic wad fell into his hand. A lady shrieked at the recognition of a pair of panties. Laughing almost hysterically, the bawdy man took the material by the elastic, waved the panties over his head, and threw them towards Mari and Bill. 

Instinctively, the security guard tried to catch them but missed. The panties landed directly on top of Maccord's head such that part of the material draped down over her nose. 

The three SoundTek engineers started pounding their computer desks in an effort to relieve their pent up laughter. The crowd followed suit. Laughing so hard he was crying, Gary somehow managed to start a Beethoven audio clip that at least, gave the crowd some reprieve from Maccord's well deserved humiliation. 

Bill immediately led Mari off the stage and out of the room to take her upstairs to her room. An unknown SoundTek employee then stepped in and dismissed the crowd for the night. Chattering and suspicious mumblings bellowed from the room's inhabitants, who still were wondering what sort of marketing ploy the night had been. 

Neali and Marilyn were doubled over in hyperventilating laughter. Vesta and Mark laughed to but were worried a little about Mari. Finally, when the crowd started to leave, the four got out quickly and headed upstairs to see if the stunned Maccord was alright. On the eighth floor, they shot out of the elevator and ran down to room #852. When they reached the defeated Sex Nazi's door, they heard sounds they never imagined to hear in their wildest dreams. 

"Oh Bill! Oh Bill! O-O-O-O-Oooooooh Bill!"

"Aieieaieaioaiaeoaeaoieoaeiaieiaieiaieaieiaieiaieieiieieieieieieieieieiia!" 

Like they were mummified, Mark, Vesta, Neali, and Marilyn froze as they heard the orgasmic screams of SoundTek's finest speaker, Miss Mari Maccord. None said a word for each reacted in total disbelief. The climactic screams eventually faded into sighs of fulfilled pleasure only to then be replaced by a low, deep grunt from Bill. 

Spurt after spurt of creamy load shot from his sopping wet cock to paint the inner walls of Mari's long overdue to be filled, pussy. Even his deep groans brought tingling joy to his hot babe. It wasn't until the sounds ceased that any of the hallway listeners could think straight. Agape, mouths eventually loosened and broad smiles formed, signaling their full recognition that the battle between them and the frigid Sex Nazi had ended. 

The next day the convention ended with a final SoundTek breakfast buffet. At a table for six, sat Mark and his fiancée Vesta, Neali and her lover Marilynn, and Bill and his new lady, Mari. Her face was glowing like she'd just started her honeymoon and Bill seemed fully satisfied to finally have her for his own. The six chattered on about everything but software. From time to time, Mari would turn and smile at each one individually, especially Vesta. 

By noon that day, most everyone who had attended the convention at the hotel was either gone or heading out the door in route to the airport. Neali and Marilyn hugged Vesta, then climbed in the cab to catch their flight back to New York state. Angel decided to stay around till Sunday so she could experience more of the Spanish influence of the city. Gary and Keiko left early both to return to their homes. Mari and Bill had already taken a cab to the Tower of the Americas because Angel had mentioned something to Mari about the observation deck. But Mark and Vesta lazily took a stroll down the River Walk with no particular plans in mind. 

At an outside table for two, they sat down and ordered some coffee. 

"So Vesta!" Mark said. "When shall we get married?" 

The Mariachis played their Spanish tunes of love while Flamenco dancers swirled, their colors spinning as they twirled round and round. 

"How 'bout now?" she said as she gazed into her lover's eyes. 

Then his cell phone rang. He broke his gaze long enough to see it was his boss calling. But Mark's eyes quickly engaged his lovely lady again, completely ignoring the call. Later that day, Mark and Vesta became Mr. & Mrs. Styles.