4 comments/ 110439 views/ 1 favorites Interview Ch. 01 By: Lotus Flower It was a warm Friday night right at the end of June when I was babysitting for Luke and Jamie, friends of my aunt's. Their daughter, Lisa, was an adorable five year old. I had already put her to bed and she had been sleeping soundly for about an hour when Luke and Jamie returned home, earlier than expected. "Hi Wendy! We're home early." Laura called out as they entered the front door. Luke and Laura entered the room. I stood, straightening my shirt, which was rumpled from vegging on the sofa. "How was Ashley?" She asked. "Fantastic, like usual." She fished out two twenties and handed them to me. "Oh no, that's too much..." I said. I had only been there for three hours or so. "No no, take it... you just graduated from high school, right? Go out for dinner with your boyfriend or something." Laura closed my hand around the bills. Luke entered the room just as I said, "Oh, I don't have a boyfriend... but thanks." Luke spoke up: "Wendy, have you found a job yet?" He asked. I had told them previously I was looking for summer work to save up for college, which I was starting in September. "No, but I'm still looking..." Laura turned to Luke and said, "See, it's perfect..." I tilted my head quizzically. Laura turned back to me. "Luke and I were talking, and we might have something for you, if you're interested... Luke works at home, in the office we built above the garage, as you know, and he needs an assistant, the work is starting to get backed up." I knew that Luke was in advertising. He designed magazine ads. "Really?" I said, turning to him. I was going into a marketing program, and this would be perfect for a summer job. He nodded. "Why don't you two go chat in your office and discuss it?" Laura suggested. Luke appeared to think about it for a moment, and then nodded. He gestured towards the door, and we headed out back. Up a flight of stairs alongside the detached garage, and a moment for him to unlock the door, flick on a light switch, and held the door open for me. It was the first time I had been in the room. Hardwood floors, brightly lit by halogen spots, beautiful tan colored leather furniture. It looked like a really nice environment to work in. I turned around to comment on the room, but was startled to find him standing very close to me. Automatically, I stepped back a few paces—and began to fall backwards as I bumped into a low table. Strong arms grabbed me just in time, and I found myself in Luke's embrace. For a long moment we stared into each other's eyes. I had never seen such intensity before. Flushing, I mumbled a thank you, and tried to step away from him. But his arms held me tight. I tried to pull away, a little bit harder, but to no avail. Our eyes met again, and this time a tingle of fear stirred in my gut. All of a sudden his lips were on mine, rough, insistent. I was so surprised that I offer no resistance as he thrust his tongue into my mouth. However, my surprise turned to disgust as his he ground my face into his with one hand on my neck, fingers pulling at my long hair, and his other hand moved down to my ass, mashing my hips against his, and I felt his throbbing erection under his dress pants, through my jeans and panties. Planting my hands on his chest, I firmly pushed away. "WHAT are you DOING?" I blurted out. His arms were still around me, his hands now firmly clasped around my waist. I became aware of what a huge man he was, especially compared to my petite frame. It was obvious that he worked out, for he was 100% muscle. "You need a job, right?" He sneered at me. I was so shocked, for he was always so friendly. Right now he seemed like an entirely different person. "This is the interview." I paused for a moment, absorbing his words. Then I began to struggle out of his arms. "Not like this, I don't need it." I said. "Don't you?" He whispered, right in my ear. I could feel his hot breath on the side of my face. "Your aunt told us your parents were in some financial trouble. If you don't find a decent summer job, you won't be going to college. Now, you don't want to live at home, working menial part time jobs forever, right?" I hesitated. What he said was true. But that didn't mean I was willing to let him do what he wanted. "I don't care... get off me, or I'll report you..." I was cut off by a hard pinch to my side, where his hand felt like it was burning my skin beneath my shirt. "Who will you report me to? You know that my brother is on the police force. This is a small town; no one will believe you." I pushed my face away again and looked him in the eyes. My god, he was right. Before I could say anything else, his lips were on mine again. I didn't resist or respond, because all of a sudden I realized the predicament I was in. There was no way out. He spun us around and pressed me against the door, his body pressed up against mine. His lips traveled down my neck, and when he encountered my tank top in the way, he simply gripped the neck opening with both hands and in one swift motion, ripped it right down the middle. Pushing it roughly down both arms to my elbows, he gripped the material in one hand and used it to partially restrain my movement. My breasts were now covered only by a thin cotton bra. The pressure and friction of his body against mine caused my nipples to harden and I knew he could feel them through his shirt. His other hand slipped between us and rubbed my mound, through the two layers of the fabric from my jeans and underwear. I gasped as he stimulated me roughly. "That's a good girl, Wendy." I shook my head in dissent, but he ignored me. His hand slipped up from my mound and began to work on my fly. It took him a moment but it wasn't long before he undid the button at the waist and worked the zipper down. His other hand pulled the ripped shirt down over my hands, and it fell to the floor as he used both hands to push my jeans down below my hips. I struggled a little as he forced me to step out of my jeans, but I quickly gave up when he pinched me again, this time on the inside of my thigh. He stepped back for a moment, and looked at me in my white cotton bra and panties. My slide-on sandals had been lost moments ago, and were tangled in my crumpled jeans on the floor. I stood, in fear, in embarrassment and in absolute shock over this turn of events.. He undressed himself as his eyes roamed over my bare skin. First he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly at first, but then faster as his gaze fell on the damp crotch of my panties and then my nipples poking out from the bra. His shirt fell to the floor, and then he undid his belt. "Are you a virgin, Wendy?" He asked. I mumbled a yes. His hands worked quicker, and then he was naked. His cock stood straight out from his body, and the size of it must have caused me to pale in fear. That seemed to turn him on. In one step he was pressed up against me again, forcing his tongue in my ear, then travelling down my neck. I jumped when he bit me, hard enough to hurt, on the shoulder, and then he knelt down on his knees and buried his face between my breasts. His hands kneaded them, and his tongue ran sloppily over my cleavage as his pushed both my breasts towards the centre. He undid the clasp in the front and then the bra joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. Still kneading my left breast roughly, he took my right nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it, his hand pushing as much of it as possible into his mouth. I was sickened by the wetness of his saliva, and even more so by the way my body as beginning to respond. I could feel a slight dampness building up in my pussy. "Please, don't do this..." I whispered. He ignored me. He played with my breasts for a while, and I closed my eyes and tried to block out both the fear and the physical sensations. Despite myself, I was getting aroused. It was obvious he could tell, which only seemed to increase his passion for me. When I thought my breasts were about to wear out, he stood again. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. He leaned close to my face, and said, "Suck me off." I automatically began to shake my head no, but he placed his hands on my shoulders and roughly pushed me to my knees. The dull pain from the impact barely hit me as he grabbed my hair with one hand and forced his cock into my mouth with the other. I gagged as he shoved it in, all the way in, his hairy testicles touching my chin. He gripped handfuls of hair and began to fuck my face. Tears welled up and fell freely to the floor. I didn't know what hurt more, his hands pulling at my hair, my lips stretched tight around his meat, or my dizziness from the motion. Even though I had my eyes closed, I could feel his gaze on me, watching my head bob up and down on his huge cock. "I can tell you like this, bitch." He said, more to himself then to me. His pace began to quicken and I thought he was about to cum in my mouth. Let him cum, I thought. Then maybe this would all be over with. But at the last moment he pulled out of my mouth. Still gripping my hair, he turned my face up to look at him. "Your turn." He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to my feet, the pushed me over to a large sheepskin area rug. He shoved me roughly down to the floor, and before I realized what was happening his balls were dangling above my nose and his lips were on my pussy, his fingers pulling the crotch of my panties out of his way. My arms were pressed to the floor by his muscular calves, and as he began to kiss my mound and nibble at my outer lips, he alternatively ground his balls onto my face and rubbed his hard cock on my breasts. I closed my eyes to block it out, but then all I could feel was his lips on my cunt and the texture of his testicles on my cheek. He split me open with his hands and ran his wet, sloppy tongue along my slit, and my hips thrusted up involuntarily. He took the opportunity slip his hands under me and squeezed my ass cheeks, then pulled my panties down to my knees, and shoved his face deeper into my pussy. I moaned in spite of myself, and I knew the wetness down there wasn't just his saliva. He ate me out, roughly, at times painfully, but to my dismay my body responded. I could feel the muscles in my body beginning to tense as I rose towards climax. He kept working on my slit with his tongue, so wet and hot, as I came once, then quickly began coming again. I was in the throes of my second orgasm when he removed his balls from my face and all of a sudden he was between my legs, his hands pinning my wrists to the floor, his cock probing for the entrance to my vagina. I tried futily to struggle for a moment, but we both knew he was too strong for me. I felt the head of his penis slip into my wet pussy, and he paused there for a moment. He waited long enough that I opened my eyes to see what was going on, and apparently he wanted to look me in the eye as he fully inserted himself because as soon as my gaze met his he slammed all the way into me. I let out a half-scream, and he began fucking me slowly, sliding partially out of me and then all the way in again. He released my hands (there was no use struggling any more), and slipped both of his under my ass, the weight of his upper body pressing me to the soft carpet, pulling my hips against his harder and harder with every thrust. "Oh yeah... you're so tight..." He mumbled. He began to grunt with every thrust as he fucked me harder. It was a crazy mix of pain and pleasure, the pain from losing my virginity and the friction from the carpet and the weight of him pressing down on me, yet at the same time his huge cock sliding in and out of me felt so incredibly good. "Are you a slut, Wendy?" He grunted into my ear. I couldn't help myself. "Yes, yes I am... I'm your slut." This turned him on even more and he began thrusting even harder and faster than before. Finally I felt his cock start to twitch, and then he collapsed on top of me, near crushing me with his weight as he squirted hot cum deep inside of me. I shed hot tears as he got up and began to get dressed... "You can start Monday." ... to be continued... Interview Ch. 01 I was interviewing for a high-level executive job with the president of the company, who happens to be a woman when I first met you as you greeted me on my way to the interview, an adorable 20-something, curvy, cute, with a plump tushy and a touch top-heavy, quite bubbly but still very professional. The president is an attractive, tallish, slim older woman -- in her early 50s. The interview is going well. About halfway through the interview, the president leans across the desk and tells me that they've been interviewing for the position for a couple of months and haven't even called someone in for a second interview but she's tempted to offer me the job right then and there, but she'll need to see me perform. I was shocked by this request, but she insists and asks me to take off my clothes, as she remains seated at her desk. I was hard as a rock and sticking up in the air. She asks me to turn around so she can get a complete look. She then leans forward and uses the telephone to call you into her office. Now I'm really shocked, but you weren't as you enter the office. You look at me erection and then back up my flat stomach and chiseled chest, and turn to your boss and ask, "Are you ready to make him an offer? "Almost, but you know that he has to perform first." You nod and turn around to let your boss unzip your black skirt. It falls down around your ankles, revealing your garter belt, black stockings, and lacey panties. Your thighs are slightly plump and I can see where the tops of your stockings melt into your milky white thighs. You jump up on the end of your boss' desk and start to unbutton your cream-colored silk blouse. You take off your blouse and your boss unsnaps your lavender bra. As you slip out of your bra straps, your full beauty is revealed: gorgeous, plump tits, still very firm with large aerolae but surprisingly small nipples. "Lie back, Jessica," says your boss, and as you obey, she slips off your black panties. You lock the tips of her stiletto heels into the outer ridge of the desk and open your legs. "Show me what you can do," the president tells me. I approach you and bend over to kiss your pert nipples. I then move a little closer to get my cock inside of you, but you close your thighs and your boss steadies me by my shoulders. "Not yet. First with your tongue." I'm not upset at all by this and wish I had thought of this first. I hope I haven't blown the interview by going too fast with you. You just giggle. I decide to make up for it by totally devouring your pussy, which isn't bald, but tightly trimmed. My tongue dances around the edges of your pussy lips, occasionally darting into your increasingly juicy center. Now I settle down to a regular, slow, deep lapping of your twat, starting by the entrance of your pussy, working through your lips and ending with a deep kiss of your clit. I can feel your thighs tighten around my head. I can hear your breathing becoming deeper and faster. Your boss asks you, "Is he good?" and you are just barely able to whisper your answer, "yes" as you start to moan and groan. As I worship your pussy, your boss is stroking my thighs, cupping and squeezing my ass cheeks, tracing her fingertips along the crack of my ass as I'm bent forward, caressing my balls, and gently scratching the underside of my erection with her perfect, red fingernails. You start to buck against my face. I feel you cumming against me, and I drive my tongue in deeper, alternating with sucking on your clit. Your thighs are pulling me in deeper and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get you off. Your back arches and your whole body starts to convulse. I begin to lick you progressively more slowly. When I take my face from between your thighs, it's completely covered in her cum. Once again, you giggle. "I think he passed the test," you say with a smile. "So far," says the president and she tells me to put it in you. I move closer to you and smile at you. You're already smiling, but this time you're smiling at me, "You're doing just great. Just fuck me like you ate me and you'll be fine." I nod and slide my cock inside of you. Your eyes glaze over before they become half shut and your mouth opens halfway as you moan as I bury my cock up to my balls. Your pussy is perfect: warm, wet, and just tight enough. I leave my cock all the way in her as I bend down and lick your neck, just rotating my hips in a circle, grinding my pelvic bone against your clit. I feel your legs in your black silk stockings climb up my sides as you cross your legs behind my back. I fuck you excruciatingly slowly and very deeply; just sliding out my cock an inch or two and slowly sliding it back in. I feel you getting more excited and start to stroke it a little more. I'm no longer bent over and kissing your neck but standing straight up and looking down at your gorgeous, zaftig body. I'm holding one of your ankles in either of my hands and fucking you from the tip of my cock to the base of my balls. Your big tits are bouncing out of control. I know you're about to cum and so does your boss. "Whatever you do," says the president, "do not cum. If you want this job, you have to get her off, but not cum yourself." I'm not worried. I know I can fuck this gorgeous young thing all afternoon if I have to. I find the right angle that makes you start to lose it, and I work it. Maintaining a steady pace and rhythm, hitting the same spot, letting you feel the length of my cock as I visually take in how beautiful you look as you're about to cum. Finally, you explode. You're quiet and moan softly and for quite a while. When you're done, I lean over and gently kiss your lips. The president looks at me and smiles. "Very, very nice, but the interview is not finished yet." Once again, she picks up the phone and calls someone else in the office. It turns out to be a guy about my age. I'm a little surprised and feel like blurting out that I'm not bi, but I'm going to wait to see where this goes. In the meantime, you've taken a seat in one of the armchairs in the office, but haven't put back on a stitch of clothes. The other guy casually greets you and asks how I did. "Fantastic," you giggle. When you giggles, your big, firm tits jiggle just a little bit. I really want to fuck her some more, but the president has something else in store. The guy reaches out to shake my hand and says congratulations. "Not yet," says the president, and he just rolls his eyes and says, "I know, Teresa." He starts to get undressed as Teresa watches my reaction. At this point, I refuse to tip my hand. When the other guy is completely undressed, Teresa stands, as do you. You start to walk across the office when the other guy gently grabs you and pulls you closely and kisses you, before he presses down on your shoulders until you're kneeling in front of him about to take his cock in her mouth. "Not now," says Teresa. "Remember, you work for me, Jessica; so do you Curtis." Jessica rises and unzips Teresa's dress, unhooks her bra, and kneels down to slip off her thong. Teresa's not wearing any hose, but standing in only her stiletto heels and her jewelry. She walks forward to Curtis and me, and takes one cock in each hand. "Alright, Curtis, wait your turn." Teresa puts her arms around my neck and brings her body close to mine. My cock is still wet with Jessica's cum and as the tip touches her flat belly it slides up against her torso. Her lips meet mine and she starts to tongue-kiss me. She pushes me down to my knees and puts one foot on an armchair leaning forward against a wall to brace herself. My jaw is almost tired from the workout I gave Jessica's sweet pussy, but I'm determined to make this woman scream, so I completely devour her pussy, which is already dripping wet. She's shaved bald and she's pulling back her hood to expose her plump clit. I lick it, suck it, kiss it, flick my tongue back and forth against it, drive my whole face against it as she pushes me by the back of my head deeper. Before she can cum, she moves away and tells me to stand. "Fuck me," she orders me. I walk toward her, put my hands around her waist, lift her in the air so she can wrap her legs around my back, and she slides down my torso, impaled inch-by-inch on my cock. I'm holding her slender body in the air and lifting her up and down on my shaft. She's as light as a feather and her little tits look perfect as she flies up and slams back down on my prick. I take a seat on one of the armchairs, keeping myself inside of her. She kneels and straddles me, bouncing up and down on my prick. She's getting close and calls Curtis. "In my ass, Curtis." With that, and without any lube, Curtis double-holes her. We fuck her mercilessly for another 10 minutes as she cums repeatedly. I can hear Curtis moan in her ear that he's about to cum. She orders him, "In my mouth," and he take it out and stands to her side as she turns sideways, deepthroats him, and lets him explode down her throat. Curtis steps back and takes a seat next to Jessica. Teresa asks me, "Are your ready to fuck my ass?" I nod and she slips off of my cock, stands up, bends over her desk and offers me her asshole. I follow her closely and as soon as she's in position, I bury myself in her ass. I'm holding her shoulders down on the desk and reaming her backdoor as she cums more and more. You're looking deeply into my eyes. Your eyes are filled with lust as you watches me buttfuck your boss for what seems like an eternity. I tell Teresa when I'm ready to cum and she pushes back against me, slips down to her knees, and deepthroats my cock, looking up into my eyes. I pump my juice down her throat and stay standing after I cum while she continues to suck on my semi-hard cock. But it's only semi-hard for a short while. Within a minute, I'm hard again, impressing Teresa as I grow to feel length and girth in her mouth. I lean back and take it out of her mouth. I ask her, "Can I fuck Jessica in the ass?" Teresa looks at me admiringly and says, "I like a vice-president that takes care of the staff." You have a big smile now, but I make sure this is what you want, "Do you like it in the ass." "Not always;" you respond, "you have to be very gentle at first, and I'm not like Teresa, I need some lube." Teresa reaches into her desk drawer, takes out some K-Y, and squirts a little in my hand. I stroke some on to my hard cock and use two fingers to lube up your asshole as you bend over the desk. Curtis is laughing and asks Jessica, "I thought you didn't like it in your ass, Jessie, you never let me do that." You giggle (slightly nervously), "Are you jealous?" Everyone laughs until I bring the tip of my cock to your willing little rear entry. I can feel how tense you are and I massage your back and shoulders as you bend over the desk. I whisper to you, "I'll be very gentle and will stop as soon as you ask me to." Her head is turned to the side and I can see her smile as she says, "Okay." I work my cock into you inch by inch with a lot of small, slow strokes getting progressively deeper until almost my whole cock is inside of you. You push your chubby little bum back against me to take the last inch inside of you. You're incredibly tight as I start to fuck you with a little more vigor. I lean forward and place one palm on the desk. With my other hand, I reach around her, down your slightly rounded belly, across your feathery soft bush, until I find your clit. I start to work your button as I fuck your asshole. I'm so glad that your clit is so responsive because your asshole is so tight that I'm about to explode. I finger and fuck you until you buck up and down on the desk, tightening your ass around my cock as you cums. When you're finished, I whisper that I have to finish, and you turn your head sideways to ask me, "Do you want to cum on my tits." It's all I can do to nod as I step away from you, taking my cock out of you and allowing you to turn around and kneel in front of me. You tilt up your head to look at me as I stroke my cock, aiming for your tits, which you are holding out in front of you, ready for my load. My first spurt hits your chin, but all the rest are on target. When I'm finished, I see you looking up at me, smiling, cum dripping from your chin, my jizz covering your full rack. I take a step forward and wipe my once again semi-hard cock in my cum that's dripping from your chin and give you the tip of my cock so you can lick it clean. Teresa simply says, "You have the job. Let's all get dressed." Interview Ch. 02 I've started my new job, and except for the occasional business trip on which I accompany Teresa and am required to fuck her as part of my duties, our clandestine office affair has been going on for a while now. Each morning I call you into my office, we chat a little about the day's activities, but always at some point, I quietly shut my office door and on cue you rise out of your chair and approach my desk. We have a certain routine down pat: if you're wearing a skirt, I ask you to raise it so I can see if you're wearing any panties. You know that if you come to work wearing a skirt and no panties, you'll be rewarded by a seat on my desk, reclining, spreading your legs, and having me bury my face in your pussy. I place one hand on either of your thighs and part your legs, as you rest your heels on my shoulders. You lie flat on your back, excited by my approaching tongue as I lick the insides of your thighs and gently kiss your pussy mound, my chin just grazing your clit. You begin to squirm in anticipation, and as I kiss your lips tenderly, I can feel their moisture on my lips. I turn my head sideways and begin to kiss your pussy a little more deeply and eventually French kiss your pussy, driving my tongue inside of you. You push back against my exploring tongue. I feel your hips gyrate with my face and tongue and begin to work up your pussy until I find your clit, plump, tender, ready to be licked and sucked. You reach down and pull back your hood and my tongue flutters like a butterfly on a flower bud until you cum for me. Then I stand up, unzip my trousers, and take my cock out of my fly, lying it down across your sensitive, sopping wet pussy. I know you want it inside of you, but before I'm willing to fuck you, I want to see your tits. You lift your shirt up to your shoulders, and I reach forward and pull the cups of your bra down and your ripe tits fall out. I whisper to you, "Good girl," and slip my cock inside of you with one, slow stroke, your beautiful pussy giving way to the solidity of my prick. I lean forward to suck on your nipples. My cock is bursting and has been erect all morning waiting for our daily conference. Neither of us wants to be caught so we know we have to fuck fast and hard and cum quickly. I start to pound your pussy furiously. As I fuck you, I tell you how I've been thinking about you since you left the office last night, how much my cock yearns to be deep inside of you, how perfect it feels when we're entwined, how gorgeous you look jiggling and bouncing underneath me. You wrap your legs around me, I pin your wrists on to the desk and lean over you. I can feel your labored breathing in my ear. I know you're ready to cum, and so am I. I whisper to you, "I'm about to burst and I want us cum together," and you nod your head. My cock erupts inside of you as you moan in ecstasy, cumming in my arms as my jizz fills you. Then there are those days when you wear slacks to the office. Of course, we have to have our morning meeting. When the time is right, I motion to you to close the door. You do as I request and come around to my side of the desk. I turn my desk chair toward you as you approach, and you kneel down between my thighs. Your hands work my zipper and slip into my fly, untangling my erect cock from my boxer shorts and trousers, pulling it out and caressing it at the same time. I lean forward and lift your shirt over your head, your arms raised in the air. I squeeze your supple tits while their still encased in your lacey bra, running my thumbs over where your nipples start to protrude. Then, I reach around and unsnap your bra, taking it off of your shoulders and arms. I cup your big tits in the palms of my hands and knead them as you continue to stroke my cock. When I'm ready, I lean back in your chair and your head dips forward, your mouth encircles my prick and you start to draw it into you. I can hear you as you slurp my prick, your one hand cupping my heavy balls, your other hand on my thigh. I want to watch, so I gather your hair in a ponytail so I can see your face, holding you by your hair as your head bobs up and down rhythmically. I whisper to you, "Put it between your tits." You sit up on your knees and dangle your beautiful tits so that my cock is in your cleavage. You're resting your hands on my thighs, looking up into my eyes, as you sway side to side so that your soft tits collide with my cock. I take my cock in my hand and rub it against your erect nipples and then push it forward until it's wedged firmly in your cleavage. You immediately squeeze your tits together around my cock and start to bounce up and down on my cock. Once again, I hold your hair in a ponytail so I can see your face. You ask me, "Are these tits as nice as my pussy?" I shake my head no. You lean forward and with one motion take my cock in your mouth and deepthroat me, immediately taking my cock back out and wrapping your tits back around it. Once again, you ask me, "Is my mouth as good as my pussy?" I shake my head again. You ask, "Do you want to fuck me now?" I tell you, "No, today is about you servicing me, so get to work on that cock." Your lips wrap around my prick again and my hips start to buck. You know I'm about to cum... Most people in our office are aware that we've been fucking on a regular basis even if they don't know that we've been playing every morning in my office. I still service Teresa regularly, occasionally with the rest of the VP's at the same time, and as long as she gets hers, she doesn't mind who else I do. I've taken you on a few business trips and you've been the perfect administrative assistant: incredibly efficient during the day, charming company at dinner, and an absolutely insatiable whore at night. I have some clients coming to town today and, after meeting with them, I take the clients to dinner. You're upset that I'm going to miss the office happy hour/going away party for one of the staff, but I promise to make it up to you the following morning. I don't know who's surprised more when I drop by the office after the client dinner to find you fucking the summer intern on the conference room table. At least you've had the courtesy of not fucking him on my desk. He looks terrified when I enter, expecting to get fired, but I tell him he should continue what he's doing. He starts to stammer that the two of you have just started and should probably just stop, but I insist. Plus, I can see as you lie on the conference room table that your beautiful pussy is dripping wet. I tell the intern, "Look at her, Andrew, she's spread, soaking, and waiting for you. Go ahead and fuck her the way she needs to be fucked." Overall, I'm surprised. Mostly because I thought you liked slightly older, more experienced men. Whenever we took our business trips together, we'd talk about whom you'd like to take back for a threesome and it always seemed to be the most senior person, never the juniors about your age. You have, however, chosen well, Andrew has a slightly larger than average cock, and he's certainly good looking. I can see you gasp as he plunges his big prick inside of you. You turn to look at me as he starts to pump you. "That's okay," I tell you, "lean back and enjoy it, Jessica." You start to buck your hips and work your little pussy against him in the same way that you work it against me. I'm enjoying the show. "Andrew, you need to fuck her harder. Pin her on the desk and drill her. Make her feel every inch of your cock. Do her hard and fast they way she needs to be fucked." You look up at me perplexed when I say this, but I just smile at you mischievously. Every time Andrew starts to slow down, I spur him on, "Don't stop now, Andrew, you almost have her. Give it to her hard." He's pumping away at you for only a few minutes when I tell him, "Flip her over. Make her stand and bend over. That's the way she likes it. Make her big ass shake." He pulls out, twists you around, and slides you off the edge of the conference table. You can no longer see my grinning face. Andrew is focused on your perfectly shaped, womanly ass as it bounces out of control. "Slap it, Andrew, slap her ass." Andrew is shocked, "No, I don't want to do that to her," he replies. "What are you talking about, Andrew, it's what she wants. She wants it rough. Grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back and with your other hand smack her cheeks." Andrew is so scared that he practically stops fucking you. "Don't stop now," I yell at him; she doesn't want you to stop. She wants to be fucked raw." He grabs your hair, smacks your hair, and fucks your supple pussy for all he's worth. Unfortunately, he's ready to cum in all of five minutes. What's really odd is that he pulls out and jerks off all over your ass and back. You turn around with a totally confused look on your face. I know how much you like the taste of cum and I know how much you like the feeling of my hot load squirting inside your pussy that I know you're not very happy. "Pull up your pants, Andrew," I say. "What do you mean?" "Don't worry, just pull up your pants and go home, you're finished here tonight. You did fine. We'll see you at work tomorrow." "Am I going to get fired?" "Don't be silly, just go home." You haven't moved a muscle since he came all over the small of your back and your ass - still bent over the conference room table. He leaves and I take the white handkerchief from the breast pocket of my suit jacket and hand it to you, and tell you, "you should probably clean yourself up a little." Your reach around and wipe his cum from your ass and then look at the handkerchief. I just laugh, "don't even think about giving that thing back to me; just toss it in the wastebasket." The wastebasket is across the room. You're completely naked except for your black high-heeled boots that I bought for you when we went shopping on one of our trips. I watch you as you walk across the room to throw away the handkerchief. I'm transfixed by the way your ass and hips move as you walk away. I stare at your big tits as they bounce toward me. "I should probably get dressed and go home," you tell me. "Don't be ridiculous, Jessica, unlike Andrew, your work isn't finished here tonight." "I'm not so sure you really want me after seeing me with him." "Come here. Put your clothes down and come to me. Now kneel down in front of me." You do so and you move to unzip my pants the way you normally do, but I just slap your hands and say, "I'll give this to you when I think you deserve it." I take off my jacket and flip it on to one of the chairs. Then I lean down and squeeze your beautiful tits, pinching your nipples between the tips of my fingers and lifting your tits in the air so they're dangling by just your nipples. I unbutton, unzip, and unbelt my trousers, taking them down to around my thighs. I'm holding my hard cock in my hand and I feed it to you. I watch as it slips down your throat. Then I take it out and gently cock-whip your face, before sliding it back in your mouth. Now I hold the back of your head and start to fuck your mouth. Watching you fuck the intern has made me incredibly horny. I've always known what an incredibly sexy woman you are, but seeing it so objectively has filled me with an incredible lust for you. You look up at me with my cock in your mouth, as I fuck your mouth furiously and I'm about to cum almost as quickly as did Andrew. I cum down your throat, holding your head close to me with both hands and listening to the gulping noises you made. After a few moments, you let my cock fall from between your lips and I tell you to put it back in. You do so and continue sucking me, feeling it grow in your mouth. It's almost completely hard now and I take it out of your mouth, order you to stand up. I take off my necktie and lash your wrists together. I then make you face one of the built-in bookcases and tie the other end of the necktie to it, your arms above your head. I strip off the rest of my clothes. While I undress, I walk to you occasionally and slap your ass, leaving my palm print across your bottom. I love the sound you make as you breathe in sharply with every strike of my hand. I stand behind you, press my cock against your fleshy ass, wrap my arms around you and caress your body, moving my hands over your tits, tummy, thighs, twat. Working my hand between your legs and rubbing your pussy. I'm amazed to find how wet you still are. The minute my fingers find your pussy, you body convulses and I truly believe you will cum any second. I slide my cock down the crack of your ass, bend my knees just a little, and slide my cock into you, lifting you off the ground with my first stroke. I leave it in and touch your clit, my other hand touching your aroused nipples. With nothing more than that, you approach your climax, but I remove my hands from your body and take my cock out of you. You turn around to look at me. You know that I'm torturing you, but deep down it feels good to you. We continue this dance a few more times, but I don't bring you to orgasm. Finally, I untie you from the bookcase and tell you to work your own wrists free as I walk over to one of the conference room chairs. The moment after I turn around to sit down in the chair, I'm surprised that you're on top of me, your hands still tied together, and you throw your arms around my neck, kneel down on the chair and straddle me, taking my cock in your pussy. I'm your prisoner now and you use my cock for your pleasure, riding it out of control, cumming repeatedly, screaming as your juice drips down my big prick, my neck arching forward to suck and bite your nipples as your tits bounce against my face, my hands continuing to spank your already sore ass. When I'm ready to cum, I stand up, lifting you in the air and putting you on the conference table. Your tied hands still looped around my neck. I can feel the leather of your boots against my torso as you wrap your legs around me, pulling me in deeper. I'm frantically fucking you as you moan and yelp until I cum inside your pussy. Interview Ch. 03 I was on the elevator down to her floor just a little earlier than Jessica expected him – a gift in either inside breast pocket of his tuxedo jacket. The opening reception of the conference was going to start in a few minutes, but they certainly didn't have to be there for the very beginning. When I knocked on her door, she was practically dressed except for her shoes. She was putting on her earrings when she opened the door checked the hall in both directions and kissed me hello. As soon as the door closed behind them, I opened her tight-lip kiss to taste her tongue. She just giggled and said, "Not now. After the party, you can do whatever you want with me." "If you insist," I acquiesced, "but don't wear those earrings. I got you something," as I presented her with the first gift. "I don't know if I should accept this. After all we work together." "There's a lot of things we shouldn't do since we work together, but I have no intention of stopping them. Plus, it's no big deal. I just thought they would go great with that pearl necklace you always wear." She was wearing it now, along with a straight black dress that accentuated her figure. I hate it when women dressed to play down their natural curves. She looked amazing in that dress: her ass was full and round and it framed it perfectly, it was low cut and displayed her ample décolletage, and showed just enough of her soft thighs to make every man fantasize about sitting next to her at the dinner table, placing his hand on her thigh, feeling her welcome as she subtly opened her legs just a little more to allow him to slide his hand up and between her thighs. She opened the package and loved the pearl earrings. She was wearing her long brown hair up, and when she put on the earrings, she looked a renaissance portrait. She kissed him long and deep, and whispered in his ear, "I'm going to do something special for you tonight." She turned around and picked out her black stilettos; holding them in her hand, she asked, "Do you remember these? They were the shoes you first fucked me in when you interviewed for the job." "Of course, I remember." As she bent down to slip on her shoe, I added, "Don't put them on yet." She looked up with an expression of mock exasperation, "Don't put on the earrings; don't put on the shoe. Is there anything else you don't want me to do? Do you have a new pair of shoes hidden somewhere?" As I handed her the box from his other pocket, he replied, "No, but I want you to put this on first." She undid the box and looked confused. "It's a pearl thong," I said, "I want you to wear it tonight." She sat down on the edge of the bed facing him in a chair and said, "OK, but you put it on for me," as she leaned back on her elbows on the mattress. I knelt in front of her, slipped his hands under her black party dress, and slipped off her black panties, and reached for the new pearl thong. She just shook her head and said, "Not so fast. While you're down there, you might as well..." and just giggled. "I thought you wanted to wait until after the reception?" "The reception can wait, but I can't." She hiked up her skirt a little bit more and I kissed the insides of her thighs, traced his tongue across the line where her black thigh-high stockings left off and her soft white skin started, caressed her calves, and moved his hands under thighs and, eventually, under her ass. I lifted her legs in the air a little, supporting them on my shoulders, as I lowered my head, my face nestled in between her legs, my lips pressed against her pussy lips. She moaned, "Don't worry, it won't take me long." "Take as long as you like, Jessica, I love tasting you." I licked along her slit with just the tip of his tongue gliding across her pussy lips; kissed the hood of her clit, which was still hiding its treasure; and entered her pink tunnel with my tongue pointed so I could slide it as far in as possible. My smooth, freshly shaved face rubbed against her pussy as my head circled allowing me to access her every nook and cranny. I allowed one hand to slide from under her ass, over her thigh and on top of her pubic mound, so I could pull back her hood and find her natural pearl. It was protruding and ready to be taken. I wrapped my lips around the whole area and gently sucked in. The next time I sucked in, I allowed her clit to pass through his slightly parted teeth, just grazing her button. The third time I took her clit in his mouth through my teeth and left it there while the tip of my tongue circled its base and worked its very tip. True to her word, it was only a few minutes before I felt her hands holding the back of my head as she pressed her pussy against my face. I sucked a little harder, licked a little faster, pressed my face a little deeper as she came all over me. I leaned back on his knees as she remained on the bed, breathing hard and staring at the ceiling until I finally said, "May I have the pearl thong now?" She handed it to him and got up on her elbows as he slid it into place. "Your face is all juicy." "I'm going to leave it like that." "No!" she laughed/yelled, "Go wash it off." "It'll dry by the time we get to the reception." I stood up, grabbed her outstretched arms and lifted her to her feet. "That's weird," she said as she took a few steps to get her shoes, "It's rubbing against my pussy in a funny way." "That's the idea," I told her with a little swat on her butt. "Now, put your shoes before I'm forced to fuck you and miss the reception." As the walked to the elevator, he told her she looked beautiful in her new earrings, she thanked him, but expressed some concern about the thong, "I'm still throbbing down there. Maybe wearing this thing is not such a good idea." "It'll be fine. Plus, no pantylines," I teased her. They were perfectly proper at the reception. It was a very productive mentor/protégé relationship that all admired, and the very few who knew envied. It was a cocktail reception and not a seated event. At times I left her to talk to other groups, but always keeping an eye on her. I saw how the other men admired her. It was hard not to try to steal a glimpse of her cleavage. She did not walk around very much. I knew every expression of her face and could see that the pearl thong was working its magic, keeping a steady level of excitement as long as she stayed in place, but increasing the pleasure to an almost unbearable level when she ventured to take a few steps. If only the men who were talking to her, and some of the women for that matter, were aware that it would take practically nothing at this point in time to get her to cum in front of the whole room – by simply dancing with her she would create a spectacle no one would ever forget. I wondered if she were networking and looking for another job, but knew her well enough to know that she was probably struggling just to form cohesive sentences, let alone strategies. Occasionally, I would walk to her, take her by the arm, and guide to a small group to introduce her to people she didn't know. I knew how excited she was and wondered if the others also knew, but the others didn't know her the way I did. They saw a charming 20-something up-and-coming professional in a string of pearls, matching earrings, fashionable shoes, and a slightly risqué dress, but one that was appropriate for an evening event – and definitely a dress that a woman of her age and beauty should be allowed to wear and admired for wearing. I was the only person in the room who knew how she screamed when he rimmed her ass and finger-fucked her pussy at the same time when she was tied to the headboard. I knew how she loved sucking my cock in taxicabs, men's restrooms in expensive restaurants, and elevators in hotels. I knew she fantasized about having two men at once. I knew how well she responded to my firm hand striking her fleshy ass as he fucked her doggy style. They could suspect, but I knew. An hour or so into the party, I went to take her to another group of people. On the way, she said, "I can't take it anymore. I'm going to the ladies' room to take it off." I looked at her very seriously, "Don't dare, if you know what's good for you." They stopped a few steps short of the group. "Okay, but take me somewhere," she whispered. "We cannot do that here." "Trust me, let's just find a quiet hallway or something." They bypassed the group she was going to be introduced to and found a door. He tried the knob and it was unlocked. The reception room was dark, no one was looking, and most of them were a little tipsy anyway. They slipped into a room, which was an unused coatroom. I pressed her against the wall and pressed myself against her as his hand went to my fly. "Wait, wait, wait," she said, "Just hold me for a second." He wrapped his arms around her and she put both of her arms around my neck. She was grinding against my thigh with her pussy. I could feel the pearl strand against my thigh. Her face was wedged between my shoulder and neck as she started to cum. She could smell her cum on his cheeks from earlier in the evening. I turned to her and kissed her to swallow her orgasm and muffle some of the sound. I continued to kiss her until I felt her body relax. When I did, he stepped back and undid his fly, pulling out my cock. She pulled up the skirt of her dress. "Are you going to take off the thong?" I asked. "Hell no!" she giggled, taking my cock in her hand and slipping it in her pussy. I raised her thigh and she wrapped her leg behind my back. I pinned her firmly to the wall, buried myself inside of her, and started to pump into her. With each stroke, I could feel the pearls rub against his cock and I understood on a small level what she must have been experiencing. I took out my cock and spun her around, both of us taking a step back from the wall so she could bend over, arch her back, and present her swollen pussy for me to enter. I slipped my hands under her dress, pulling it up around her waist, and drove my cock back into her where it belonged. Her hair was up so I couldn't grab it and pull her head back. Smacking her ass would be too loud, so I just held her hips and pulled her on and off my cock. She pushed against the wall and teetered on her stiletto heels. She turned around to look at me and said, "Hurry, we can't get caught." I nodded, so close to cumming. When I was ready, I pulled out and she knew exactly what to do. In a moment she was on her knees in front of me, my cock down her throat, my balls pressed against her chin. A second later, I exploded down her throat, remaining silent as I listened to her slurp down every last drop. I zipped up and she stood up. "I'll leave first," I offered. "Okay, but tell anyone who asks that I have a headache. I'll expect you hard, ready, and in my room in half an hour. And stay away from that slut in the red dress Katherine. I know she wants to fuck you, but you're going to have your hands full tonight." Interview Ch. 04 How could I possibly think of Katherine when Jessica was waiting for me in her room? Sure, she flirted with me a little and she is cute – petite, short blonde hair, small tits, and a tight little ass – but on some level, I think she'd just as soon sleep with Jessica. While Katherine flirts with me, I try to picture Jessica and Katherine together. Jessica has never expressed an interest in women, but she's so sexual that I don't think there's anything she wouldn't do. The first day of the conference is fine. I'm a little sore from Jessica riding my dick for hours and then waking up in the morning to find her sucking on it again. Jessica and I are only in a couple of sessions together, but I pass her in the hallway occasionally. I'm sure no one suspects what we do together. We go to dinner with a few of my former co-workers who Jessica has never met. As always, she's completely charming. She's wearing a suit and a halter sweater that makes her tits look amazing. Fortunately, her suit jacket is slightly concealing. My ex-colleagues are going to make an early evening of it, and as we wait for a taxi to take us all back to our hotel, we run into Katherine and a couple of her guy co-workers. Katherine convinces us to come out for a drink with the three of them, so we say "goodnight" to the others and head off with Katherine and her friends, looking for a comfortable spot for a few nightcaps. We come across a strip club. Katherine who is a little too enthusiastic about most things is very excited about going in, so we all agree. Jessica sits next to me at a table opposite one of the dancer's stations. I feel her hand on my thigh and then my cock to see if I'm excited by the dancer, but I whisper to her, "I'm more excited by you." What started out being just a few drinks ends up with everyone getting pretty tipsy. When the dancers come by to collect their tips, I open my wallet for Jessica to tip the girls. Jessica is feeling great, laughing, getting more into the situation, and flirting with the girls. The club is a little warm and Jessica takes off her jacket, revealing her perfectly shaped, round, large tits for all to see. Katherine, to the joy of her coworkers, has invited a couple of the dancers to sit with us. Both dancers want to know if Jessica's tits are real, and Jessica offers both of them a feel to see for themselves. They squeeze Jessica's tits at the same time as Jessica giggles and then covers up. Katherine asks to touch them to and Jessica reluctantly agrees. I have to admit to myself, the two of them look lovely together. Katherine is flirting with the dancer who is sitting next to her and coming on to her pretty strong. The other dancer has offered the two other guys lap dances and they've taken her up on the offer. Jessica sits transfixed by the stripper and how she uses her body, straddling her subject, caressing him with her tits, holding on to his neck and shoulders, rubbing her pussy against his crotch, pivoting and facing the other way, standing and bending over to give him a good peek from an inch away, straddling and grinding against his thigh, and leaning back against his chest and stretching her long body. After she gives them both a lap dance, she asks me and I politely decline. Instead, Jessica asks for a lesson. She wants the stripper to coach her while she gives me a lap dance. Katherine, who has been huddled in one corner of the table with her new dancer friend is now all attention as Jessica straddles me, listening to her coach and moving her body across mine. I'm thinking to myself that I've been fucking this women morning and night for more than six months, I fucked her in the coatroom last night, returned to her room and fucked her three more times, and still I want to fuck her now more than ever before. Jessica is an A+ student, putting her whole body into the dance, caressing my face with her tits, lifting her skirt to straddle my thigh and give me a peek at her string thong underneath, swirling her hair around to engulf my head completely so it is almost like a curtain closing on our little world. I can feel her breath on my cheek, I'm so aroused that I can almost imagine the scent of her pussy in my nostrils, my cock is bulging at my trousers, and then the song ends. Jessica giggles while the rest of the table applauds. One of the other guys asks if he can be next and Jessica shakes her head and blushes a little, "You'll just have to watch." The next song starts as Jessica remains straddling me. She asks her coach, "Do you ever reward an especially wonderful tipper?" Everyone laughs until Jessica leans back a little, unzips my fly and pulls out my cock. She's holding it in her hand and stroking it for all to see. After what feels like an eternity, she slides closer to me and slips my cock inside of her. Katherine, her coworkers, and the two dancers are amazed and don't say a single word as Jessica gives me a real lap dance. My hands are caressing her thighs; I'm tilting my head back to kiss her lips, brushing her hair back to see her face. Jessica slows down for a moment and then addresses the rest of the table, "I don't think anyone would mind if I took this off." With that, she takes off her halter sweater. I reach up to squeeze her tits still encased in her light pink lace bra as she reaches behind herself to unsnap it. She slides it off her shoulders and I take it off and drape it over her vacant chair. I take my hands away from her tits so all can admire them. She's continuing to grind against my cock, keeping my cock inside of her, and rubbing against my pelvic bone. My hands are around her waist and my lips alternate from nipple to nipple. I reach a point when I can't take it anymore, slip my hands under her ass, and begin lifting her up and down on my prick. She pushes me back into my chair; pivots on me like the stripper giving a lap dance, and leans back against my chest with my cock still inside of her. My hand reaches around to expose her clit from under her thong and I start to rub her button. Jessica's legs are spread and her back is arched, pushing her big tits up in the air. Three fingers of my right hand are rubbing her pussy as my left hand keeps her left leg in the air. Jessica's arm reaches behind her, behind me, and holds the back of my neck as she cums in my lap facing everyone else at the rest of the table. She turns slightly to purr in my ear and beg me for my juice, and a moment later, my cock explodes in her pussy. Jessica sits up in my lap, and Katherine's stripper says to me, "She really fucked you!" I'm still speechless and can only smile as Jessica laughs while she puts on her bra and top. Jessica says to everyone else, "We should probably go," but the guys are now really aroused and want to stay longer. Katherine agrees to share a taxi back to the hotel with us, leaving her new dancer friend confused. In the taxi back to the hotel, I sit in the middle of Katherine and Jessica. Katherine puts her hand on my thigh and tongue in my ear. I don't respond, but I don't want to be rude and push her away. It's clear that Jessica's performance has made her completely horny and she is also a little drunk. Jessica just smiles at me. She's way too well mannered to make a scene – well, not that kind of a scene, at least – and she turns to look out of the taxi window. There's an awkward moment as we enter the hotel lobby waiting for the elevators to bring us to our rooms. Finally, Jessica asks, "Why don't you both come to my room." Katherine is ecstatic, but I'm a little perplexed. We get to Jessica's room and she undresses completely. Katherine falls into her arms, licking and sucking her tits. Jessica pushes Katherine to her knees, takes a handful of her hair and backs up to the couch as Katherine crawls on all fours. Jessica sits on the couch and spreads her legs. I sit on the couch next to Jessica as Katherine starts to lick Jessica's pussy. Katherine whispers, "I can taste his cum in you." "Good bitch," says Jessica, "If you keep on being a good bitch you can have some more of his cum." Katherine looks at me and says, "Fuck me from behind." Jessica just says, "No, he only fucks me. Do you understand?" Katherine looks disappointed but agrees. I undress and take my seat next to Jessica; turning to face her while Katherine eats her pussy. I kiss her lips as she cums. When she's finished cumming, she orders Katherine, "Suck his cock." Katherine obeys, but she's nowhere near as talented a cocksucker as Jessica. Jessica tells me to stand up, and I also obey. She puts my cock in her mouth, leans forward on the couch, and shows Katherine how it's done. When she takes a short break from sucking it, she tells Katherine, "Lick his balls and asshole." Katherine kneels down behind me and between my spread legs and does as she is told. When she is ready, Jessica walks to the bed, lies down on her back, spreads her legs, and says to me, "Come here, baby." I walk to her, kneel down on the mattress between her welcoming thighs, lean forward and start to fuck her. I fuck her slowly and deeply. I fuck her as if Katherine isn't even in the room, because to me, she isn't. I have everything I want with Jessica. Jessica slips out from underneath me, goes to her suitcase, and brings back her vibrator. She pats the bed and calls Katherine to us. Katherine lies on her back. Jessica kneels down, straddling her face. Parting Katherine's thighs, she turns the vibrator on and works it around her clit. Katherine doesn't have to be told to lick Jessica's pussy; her face is firmly between her thighs as Jessica grinds against her. Jessica tells me, "Now, fuck me...hard!" I kneel down behind Jessica and fuck her as furiously as I've ever fucked her before. While I do this, Katherine is sucking Jessica's clit, and Jessica is pumping her big vibe in and out of Katherine's pussy. Jessica and Katherine cum together. I'm kneeling over them watching them both shake and quiver as I continue to ram my cock in and out f Jessica's pussy. I'm close to cumming. Jessica tells me to straddle Katherine's torso, my knees close to her tiny tits. Jessica straddles Katherine immediately behind me. She reaches in front of me and grabs hold of my cock and starts stroking it. She's looking over my shoulder and aiming my cock for Katherine's open mouth. I start to cum as Jessica jerks me off all over Katherine's face and mouth. Her face is completely creamed. Jessica uses my half-hard cock to scoop my cum from Katherine's cheeks and chin and feed it to her. Katherine accepts it all When Katherine comes back from washing her face in the bathroom, she finds me in bed with my arm around Jessica, who's resting on my shoulder. Jessica just says to her, "Get dressed and leave, please," and she dresses and leaves the room. Interview Ch. 05 We're still at the conference. It's the last day and we leave tomorrow morning. I see you less and less during the days. We lunch and occasionally dine apart, but you always call me up after dinner and ask me to come to your room. Of course, I always come and spend the night. When we're at the office, we have the agreement that I have the option of fucking you each morning or whether you are to simply service me on your knees with your mouth as I sit in my desk chair. We also have another agreement for weekend mornings: you get to ride my morning wood whenever you want. In that sense, this morning is just like a weekend morning. As soon as my eyes open, I realize I'm lying on my back, you're on top of my cock riding up and down, and I get to see your half ecstatic-half sleepy face. Your hair is curly and falling down around your shoulders, partially covering your face when you lean down, brace yourself with your hands on my chest, and just use your hips to slide up and down on my prick. Your hair showers into space as you lean back, your hands on my thighs, your pussy just grinding back and forth and in tight circles on my cock. When you kneel and hold yourself erect, bouncing up and down on me using your beautiful, strong thighs, your tits fly out of control and I'm mesmerized. I know you're ready to cum when you get on the balls of your feet and pound my cock, riding it raw. I love weekend mornings. I pass you in the hall during one of the session breaks at the conference and mention to you half kidding that, "I hardly see you anymore?" "Miss me?" you sass back at me. "I'm not giving you the satisfaction of admitting to that!" "That's okay, I was satisfied enough this morning. Plus, I know you miss me. Actually, I think you're jealous." "Whatever." "I think you don't like sharing me." "Maybe. Maybe not, but the break is ending. Enjoy your afternoon." "Whatever," you giggle to me as you walk away. I stay where I am for just a moment or two longer, watching your gorgeous ass wink at me again and again as you stroll away from me. You know I'm looking at you. You can feel my eyes on you, and your turn around and smile at me just as you enter your meeting room. You call me in my hotel room late that afternoon. "I decided to grace you with my company tonight at dinner." "Oh, really," I reply with mock astonishment. "How do you know I don't already have plans?" "I don't know, but I do know that you'll change them for me. Or you can take me with you and whomever you have plans, or would you rather not share me." "Just you and me at dinner. I'll see you in the lobby at 7:00. Let's make it casual so don't get all done up" We meet as arranged. Your ass looks great in your jeans and I'm trying to decide if it looked better when you were walking away from me this afternoon in your long skirt or right at this moment. You ask me what I'm thinking of, and I answer honestly, "Your ass." You don't believe me, but I don't feel the need to convince you. We get a cab in front of the hotel, and as soon as we turn the corner and are out of sight, you slide under my arm and against my shoulder, nuzzling your lips and nose against my neck. "How long is the taxi ride to the restaurant?" you ask. "About 15 minutes." "Good. That'll give me enough time," you say as you unzip my jeans, take out my cock, bend over in my lap, and begin to suck my growing cock, satisfying your penchant for blowing me in semi-public places. The taxi driver seems oblivious to what you are doing. It's raining out and the streets are empty. You pause as we stop at the first red light, sit up, and whisper in my ear, "I love when it gets hard in my mouth. That's one of the reasons why I like sucking you in the morning before you wake up. I can feel it grow, and then when it's hard, I can take it and do what I want with it…and I know you'll feel great no matter what I do to it." The light changes and you go back down on me. I lean my head back and listen to you slurp my cock, my hand in your gorgeous long hair. What you had just said to me made me so horny I could cum right now. Thinking about how comfortable we both are in our lust for each other makes me cum down your throat as I hold your head in place. You continue to suck me until you pop your head up and say, "Got it all." I put my arm around you and pull back to my chest saying, "That's my baby." Dinner is great, we return to the hotel early, and I ask in the empty elevator, "Should we just go to your room?" "Yes. You got yours in the taxi, and now it's my turn," you say as you press my hand against your crotch. I can feel the warmth through your jeans. You sit on the bed as I stand in front of you, lifting each leg in turn to take off your black boots and trouser socks. I push you back against the mattress so I can peel you out of your tight jeans, but I let you wear your thong as I take off your sweater and bra. I bend down and kiss your lips, bending a little more and kiss either of your perfect tits as I cup them in my hands. Now, I'm on my knees as you recline on your elbows. I slide off your thong and after my first lick at your already wet pussy I ask, "Is this what you mean by 'yours'?" "Yep. Get me off," and you lie flat on your back as my tongue works your pussy. I know you so well at this point that every lick, kiss, and flick of your pussy is perfectly calculated to bring you to the brink of ecstasy but not release you until the pressure has built up to the right level. When you're ready, I let you cum as I lap your pussy and rub my face throughout your juices. We stay silent for a few moments while you recover. I get up from my knees and scoot you forward in the bed until your head is just below the pillows. "Get undressed," you say to me. "Not yet," I reply. I get the necktie I was wearing today from my jacket on the couch and return to the bed. You present your wrists together to be tied. As I'm finishing the know, you ask me, "So it's going to be like that, eh?" I just smile and as I tie the loose end to the headboard I say, "Actually, you don't know how it's going to be." I move to the dresser and open the drawers until I find what I'm looking for. I take out your silk scarf and tie it around your head as a blindfold. I lie down next to you in the bed and kiss your neck, cheeks, and lips as I whisper to you, "You know how we always talked about doing a threesome with another guy." "I see," you reply, "Are we going to do it now?" "Kind of. I'm going to leave for a few minutes, and I just want you to relax and trust me. OK?" "Ummmm, I guess." "Come on, Jessica, trust me." You can hear the door shut. You decide that you should relax, so you breathe deeply. You're not sure how long I'm gone for, but you hear the door open when I return. I lean over the bed and kiss your lips. "Feeling okay, Jessica?" You just nod and smile. I touch you between your legs and see you're wet. You hear the sound of undressing in the room, and then you hear my voice. "You can touch her." Suddenly you feel your body being stroked. You can't tell by how many hands. There are fingertips between your thighs, your tits being gently squeezed, your legs being lifted and stroked, a hand caresses your soft tummy, someone has gathered your hair and your throat is being brushed with the back of a hand. It feels like this is all being done simultaneously, but how is that possible? Maybe being blindfolded is playing tricks with your sense of time, but you need to know, so you ask, "Who's with you?" You hear my voice answer from across the room answer, so you know I'm not one of those feeling your beautiful body. "I'm not going to tell you, and I don't want you to worry about that. Whoever is here has agreed to not speak while in this room and they've agreed never to speak to anyone else about this nor to talk to each other when it's done. And they've agreed never to let you know that they were here." You can tell by my voice as I was speaking that I was moving toward you. You know that I'm straddling your face now, my cock is by your mouth and you crane your neck to put it inside your mouth. As you suck my cock, you hear me say, "Suck her tits." Within a moment, a pair of hands is holding each of your breasts and your nipples are being sucked simultaneously. As you suck my cock, you hear me say, "Continue sucking on her nipples; nibble and bite them a little. She'll cum soon just from this." Our guests redouble their efforts. I take my cock out of your mouth and sit back, resting against the headboard and watching your face as the pleasure increases and shows in your expression. "Touch her pussy and feel how wet she is." You feel your thighs being opened and a hand feeling your pussy. You count to yourself: "Two holding and sucking my tits, a third fingering my pussy," but you don't know if it's a fourth or a fifth holding your legs open. You don't know how many, but you know you're cumming. You can hear heavy breathing around the otherwise silent room as we watch you cum. I give you a few moments to regain yourself, and then I lean forward and grab your ankles, pulling your legs back so your knees are rubbing against your tits. "Lick her pussy," I tell someone, "and you can rim her." Before you know it, you have a tongue on your pussy and another in your ass. Again you hear me, "Take her ankles like this, and let her lick your cock and balls as you do it." I hand you off to another guy. Your pussy and ass are being worked on furiously. You're sucking on a strange cock. This one is slightly bigger than mine, which is already above average. You begin to cum from the tongue-lashing you are receiving. You feel the bodies move away and your legs return to the mattress when I grab your ankles again and flip you over on to your stomach. I smack your ass and tell you to get on all fours – knees and elbows. When you're in position, you hear me say. "Fuck her doggy style. Remember, not in her ass. She doesn't like that." You feel someone move into position behind you and shove his cock inside of you. This could have been the guy you were sucking because it feels big. Then again, you're not sure. Maybe there are two guys in the room with cocks bigger than mine…or three, or four, or five. "Fuck her hard. Ram it all the way in the way she likes it. Fuck her as hard and fast as you can. Do NOT slow down. If you're going to slow down, let someone else fuck her for a while." The first guy starts to pound your pussy, drilling you hard and deep. Your ass is shaking back and forth with the incredible pace. "Smack her ass and pull her hair; she likes it like that." At this point, there's someone else fucking you. You've not been given any respite. As soon as the first guy tired and pulled out, another guy was in position and fucking you just as hard and fast. How many guys are there, you don't know. At first, you try to count how many switches there are, but you've lost count. You don't know how long this has been going on and you've lost count of your orgasms. It seems you are in a perpetual state of cumming. You hear me say, "stop," as I step in, roll you on to your back and tell the guys to cum on you. You can hear them getting in position and kneeling on the bed all around you, and only a moment later, you feel the first splash of cum on you. It's like the first drop in a summer rainstorm. Soon you're feeling multiple gushes of cum on your tits, thighs, tummy, and toes. Like a summer squall, it's soon over. I tell the guys they should leave and they dress and exit before I undo your tie and blindfold. I turn the shower on in the bathroom, come back for you and guide you on your wobbling legs to the shower stall. Silently, you enter the shower. As you shower, I draw a bath in the tub, adding bubble bath. When it's ready for you, I turn off the shower and take you to the bath. I sit on the edge of the bath and shampoo your hair, massaging your scalp. I rinse you off and help you out of the tub. I'm on my knees in front of you, toweling you dry and kissing your body. I dry your hair, wrap it in a towel and lead you to the bed. We climb in to the bed next to each other. You curl up in my arms and whisper in my ear, "Do you want to fuck me?" "Aren't you a little sore?" "I am, but I want you to fuck me good." I roll over and slide my hard cock inside you. I'm fucking you deep and hard, but you keep on asking for it deeper and harder. I'm pushing it into you deeper until I'm ready to burst. You look up at me and say, "I want your cum inside of me." You wrap your legs around my waist and pull me in as far as I can go when I explode and drain deep inside your warm pussy.