0 comments/ 6465 views/ 2 favorites Salina Hazelhurst: The Investment By: sexlover_94 All characters are over 18 and this is complete fiction. Do comment your views. Enjoy... I moaned as he thrust his 9 inch monster into my pussy. He kept this up for about ten minutes, each time increasing the pace. We were sweating very badly from all the excitement that tagged along with intense fucking. Both of us came together, with me screaming out my pleasure to the clouds and the air hostesses who hid themselves, quietly fingering themselves to a climax from seeing us fuck. "God, that was great!" Sebastian exclaimed, breathing heavily from the 2 hour fucking session that we just had. "Oh! Yeah! That was great," I agreed. "C'mon, let's go another round". "What? We just did it for two fucking hours!" He got angry. I always loved the Nigerian accent that he used. He was American but I didn't know where his accent came from. "But I am still horny." I tried to sound like the caring little sweetheart, but he knew I was a horny slut. I just can't have enough of it. We heard the landing announcement from the captain. Sebastian asked him to hold on a couple of minutes before landing, which would fetch us enough time to dress up and get to our seats. The captain had little choice but to obey. Sebastian Gregory was one of the hands few billionaires in the country who had his reach into all the money-minting businesses in the country and abroad. I met up with him at the airport and one thing leading to another; I ended up with my legs open to his nine inch rod. The plane landed with a soft jerk and taxied into his private hangar. We reached his farmhouse by 3 pm; it was an hour's drive from the hangar. After spending the day at his, which I spent mostly in the bed, kitchen, bath tub, exploring new positions, I left. *************** I raced up the stairs to get to my office as the elevator was not working. Somehow I managed to get to my office without anyone noticing the stains on my midnight blue business skirt; the stains of hot cum that my husband had shot. He had very little control on his dick. I am the head of the PR in Bestrenno Corp. I know the name sounds weird but it is a fast growing company and in the 15 years that I worked here, I've made quite a fortune. The word around in the company was that I fucked my way to this post and that I could get any post I wanted. Well, what do I comment on this? As I said before, I just can't have enough of it; but as a matter of fact, I was forced by the situation in hand to get my legs open most of the time. No one was going to believe me when I say that, especially after what my job has turned me into. As soon as I reached my office, I laid my bag next to my table and I warmed up my computer. I looked around for my secretary but he hadn't come yet. It was an hour past his reporting time. I had another hour before my meeting began, and since Marvin was yet to come, I walked up to the door and locked it. Even if Marvin did come, he'd know what to do. Anyway, I'd have liked him here. He often kept me company on boring days. I walked to my desk and assumed a cozy position on my seat. I ran my fingers down my shirt and unbuttoned a couple of buttons till I could reach for my breasts. I generally wore a tight bra to support the sag. I put my hand into it and found my nipples. They were totally erect and if they weren't, my pressing and pulling sure made them erect. My other hand went down further and under my skirt. I found the wet area through my panties and thought I'd better get them off. I had them off in no time and stuffed them into my bag. It was hot and moist down there. I ran my fingers up and down my hairy cunt, rubbing the sensitive clit time and again. I always enjoyed pleasuring myself. I worked one of my hands on my tits, pinching and grasping my nipples, while the other went down, slowly in and out of my warm and wet pussy. I used one finger at first, and slowly it became three. This kind of self-pleasuring didn't even come close to actual fucking, but it had its benefits. I increased the pace of my fingers and I had reached the brink of an orgasm. I squeezed my breasts and I had pulled them out without realizing it. My fingers made a slopping sound as they ran in and out of my sweet pussy. In no time, a couple of orgasms rushed in and the pleasure was unfathomable. I sat there a moment to savor the effect before I pulled out my fingers and wiped them clean with a few tissues. I cleaned my pussy too. The last thing I wanted now was stains. This one had already taken enough stains. I went to the restroom to freshen up. I took my panties with me. I stood there for a while, admiring my 40-year old self. I adjusted my light blonde hair and also my breasts. I unbuttoned my shirt a bit, and unhooked my bra. After adjusting my breasts into the cups, I put my shirt back on, properly. I washed my face and tapped it dry with a towel. A few drops escaped into my cleavage and I made a legitimate attempt to make it more appealing. I liked to look appealing, even though I was around 5' 7" and had big breasts. I put my white lacy panties back on before getting out. It only took a few minutes for me to clean up and freshen up. I walked back to the door and unlocked it. As soon as I went back to my seat, Mr. Wade marched in. "Great timing," I murmured. Mr. Wade was the Senior VP of the company. He was well built for a man in his early fifties; he was slightly on the plump side though. I've always fantasized him doing me from behind, forcing his meaty cock into me. I'm sure I'll make that happen someday. "Ms. Hazelhurst, we need to do some serious talking." "Oh, you can call me Salina, dear," I said, trying to seduce him away from the topic. I always used the word 'dear' with everyone whom I like; not in a romantic manner, just casually. "I don't want your cute-little-girl talk here. You are the head of the PR; do you have any frigging idea what it means?" "Why don't you tell me? You know I'm not good at guessing." This time, I was openly seducing him. I've been doing this to him every time he got angry but it didn't seem to work. "You said in front of everyone at the investors' meeting that if they don't invest in us, you'll fuck up their business? And you told this to one of the most important investors this company has ever had? Are you out of your fucking mind?" He was definitely not kidding. He sure was serious as hell. "What do you think I should have done? Suck his cock and plead him for mercy?", I shot back at him, in an attempt to buy some time. "I don't care what you do or how you do it; whether you suck his cock or indulge yourself in sodomy. I want him back. And that too in a week's time, before he decides to put his money in some other mother-frigging company." Saying this, he left the room. "Yeah! Go fuck yourself!" I spoke out in a very low tone. I drifted back to that day when the incident had happened... I was already late for the meeting that day. I hadn't had sex in two days and for me that was something which caused total frustration. I can't get a good night's sleep until I've at least gotten myself off a couple of times. And to make things worse, I had a terrible headache. Somehow, I got to the meeting and found my place. The room was filled with people from various banks and financial institutions; most of them were prominent investors in our company. The room as filled with men, most of them in their early to late thirties. I also saw a few women. I sat there gazing at the presenter. He was about six feet tall and well built. I did give a nod, now and then, to make it appear that I was listening. Gradually, I took my hand down and rubbed my fingers over my blue, lacy thong. Slowly, I pushed aside the cloth that was in the way and started to rub my pussy. The table in the centre was big enough to hide my actions. One could easily slip under the table and have passionate sex and no one would notice, except for the noise. I was smart enough not to stare at the same person for long, so I looked around now and then. I saw most of them paying attention to the presenter but a couple of them seemed to be doing something under the table. It wasn't long before I noticed that the women who sat beside them were getting uneasy. I just put the pieces together. All of this made me soaking wet and I slipped my finger right into my hole and finger-fucked myself; I was sure to maintain a proper posture though. It was when I adjusted my posture that I saw a woman who sat right opposite to me put her pen down purposefully. She went down to get it and didn't come up. I got curious and pushed my chair back a little bit to check on her. Guess what? She was giving the guy a nice and slow blowjob. That little slut was giving him head and I wanted someone to give it to me. All this led me to my wildest dreams. I imagined myself on the table, completely naked, with the presenter fucking me from behind and another guy who stuck his small but fat cock in my mouth. I drooled and enjoyed the cocks entering through both my orifices. Just the thought of it gave me on orgasm. While I was in the middle of it, the presenter interrupted by asking if I was ok. Quickly, I pulled out my finger, on the way up, rubbed it on my skirt. "Yes, I'm fine," I replied before he noticed anything. "Oh, you'll be fine alright... you just masturbated here, in a room filled with dignitary people." Mr. Corrigan spoke angrily in his rich English accent. "And just so that you know, I don't believe in investing in a corporate body whose representative illustrates such ill moral values." A minute's silence followed. With this said, I couldn't stand the idea of him walking away with it. This was when I shot back at him about fucking things up. I walked away soon and directed everyone's attention to the woman who was still giving head to that man, despite all the things that took place. There was a knock on the door which brought me back to the present. It was Marvin. "Where the hell did you go today?" I took out my temper on that poor boy. "I'm sorry ma'am. I had to go to the hospital, my sister's sick," he continued, "and there's another thing I'll need to tell you ma'am." "What?" I shot back again at the innocent young fellow. "Ma'am, I'll have to resign. I've got this other job at a bank that'll help me better with my bills." He waited, apparently for my reply. "Just lock the door and come here. We'll talk about your work later." He did as was told. I went to the couch and took a nice position. "Come here," I ordered. I needed a real cock now, and he had exactly the kind I desired. He came close. "Ma'am, I wanted to talk about my job?" "Just shut up and sit here," I said, motioning my hands to the couch. I was swift in taking off his shirt and very impatient to remove his pants. I just removed them to his knees and jumped on him. I took a long ride. I went to Mr. Corrigan's mansion the other day to convince him about the investment. His mansion was so big you could fit a fourth of the country's population into it. I found his butler and explained to him the reason for my visit. He escorted me to the living room, as if he knew I would come. I found a comfortable place to sit down, recollecting the things I knew about Mr. Corrigan. He had an MBA from Harvard Business School and was an expert in corporate finance and investment banking. He was immensely wealthy but believed in working. He came into the room and sat down in front of me. I was lost in thoughts. "So, I see that you have come here to 'fuck things up'?" He spoke in a low corporate English accent. "Oh no Mr. Corrigan, I am here to apologize. I am extremely sorry for what I said there. I was out of my mind." "Please, it is not necessary; in fact, anyone I know would have done the same thing. And, call me James. I prefer it," he corrected. "Sure, Mr. James," I said as firmly and humbly as possible. "Just James," he added. "Yes, James," I continued. "We are very grateful for your investments and support to Bestrenno Corp and hope you will continue to support us." "Yes, about that..." He paused for a while. "You see, though I don't keep such petty matters in mind, you have brought a great deal of insult to me. So do you expect me to forget all that and still continue my association with your company?" I became speechless, but I couldn't just leave the matter to its course. "Sir, again I apologize for my actions. I'll do anything that I can to make it right." I pleaded with all heart. I had to set this right or I was finished. "Well, I don't see how that's possible." He said this so bluntly that I felt like giving a heavy punch to his face, but that's the attitude that got me to this. So I kept quiet. "Ok. Since you've got no better option, is there anything else I can do for you?" he offered, which, in my opinion, was the aristocrat equivalent to 'get the fuck out.' What other option did I have? I left. On my way out, I saw his daughter, or wife - I couldn't tell. She was a typical English woman. She seemed upset about something. I just greeted her and left as soon as possible. I was very upset that day. I went home straight away. I just went to bed; my eyes filled up and tears poured out. I started crying. In all these years of my corporate life, nothing had happened that affected me so much. And if this problem was not solved soon, it would cost me not only my job, but also my career. I didn't know what to do. When I was working out various ways to solve the issue, I remembered how the woman at Mr. Corrigan's was upset. Something told me that there was something fishy going on. Not wanting to waste time, I picked up my cell phone and called the Private Inspector that I knew. "Hello?" the voice answered. "Hi, Peter. It's me, Salina. I just needed a favor." "Hey. Long time, no see baby. Tell me what you want. Do you want to take a long ride on me or you want me to work myself into you?" "No Peter, not today," I continued. "I want you to spy on somebody for me. I'll pay you double if everything goes well." "Forget about payment girl - tell me who it is." "I'll text you the details then?" "Sure. Don't worry; I'll have everything about this guy in a couple of days." "Ok, then. Bye." I hung up the phone and swiftly texted the details. "He'll get it done," I thought to myself. As I got myself together, I heard the door open. It was Jason, my step-son. He had just turned 18 and was quite a stud. I myself had lusted for him but am still thinking on whether to cross that boundary or not. I had a small chat with him about his life, not that I cared a lot. After that, I left home to my office. Just as Peter had said, I got the details that I needed on Mr. Corrigan and the woman. It was his daughter. From the file that Peter handed to me, I figured that their relationship was more of incestuous than paternal. "James R. Corrigan, you son of a bitch! Gotcha!" I thought. I went through the file a couple of times, arranging the pages and going through the photos, mostly to choose the right ones that would make him give me what I want without wasting time. I compiled everything and got myself ready to leave. I reached his mansion around half past nine in the evening that day. I decided to go in my regular business attire. It was unusually silent when I got there. I pulled over next to his expensive fleet, which made mine look like a worthless metallic machine. I walked in through the deserted driveway and found myself in front of his butler. He showed me in before he left the area. I smelled something fishy but didn't give much thought into it. I marched into the living room and sat down comfortably on the couch. A couple of minutes later, James came down and took his seat on his king size throne-like couch. There was another man with him, whom I later learned, was his son, William. "Yes, what may I do for you? Do you want to fuck things up?" he asked, jokingly. "Actually, yes, if things don't go the way I want them to," I replied in a decently threatening voice. "Is that so? And how do you plan on doing that, may I ask?" "Well, I don't think you should be this confident, especially with the kind of things you've done." I was never good at negotiations, but yet tried my best to sound serious. I showed him the proof that I had with me. He took a good look at it. "Is this your 'proof'?" he asked bluntly, as if nothing had happened. "Yeah, well, think of what will happen if the press gets their hands on it. Don't ya think it will ruin your reputation and get you down to nothing in the investment biz?" I sucked at such high level corporate negotiations. "I suggest you better change your attitude about the investment in Bestrenno Corp." He took another good look at my evidence. He started with a smile which widened itself into huge laughter. I totally lost my confidence and just managed to maintain my composure. I feared the consequences. Was he really not worried about my threat? Was he just doing so to get me off guard and throw the evidence into the fireplace? All sorts of questions ricocheted in my head. There is no telling what such rich aristocratic suckers are capable of. I sat there while my head explored the darkest stories I knew about how dangerous such people can be. "Just do yourself a favor and call Peter." He said it so calmly that I felt like I was betrayed. How did he know about Peter? Was all of this a setup? I just couldn't think anything. I tried to call Peter but I couldn't reach his cell. I attempted a few times in vain. "Not getting connected? Maybe he is in some high class resort or in some star-rated brothel getting his dick sucked," he told me, in his blunt English accent. "A couple of million would buy you that, wouldn't they?" I felt like ripping him into pieces. He had bought Peter, that son of a bitch. I knew his reputation as a loyal spy was slippery but didn't think he'd betray me. I had to plead my way out of this. Then it occurred to me. "Even if you bought Peter, what do you have to say about forcing your daughter to fuck you?" He didn't even so much as attempt to answer my question. "Jane, come here, baby," he called out calmly. She walked in soon enough, wearing one of the finest satin sleeveless night gowns, with her dark blonde hair falling down to her shoulders. Another woman followed her, who was probably her mother. She seemed to be around her late fifties with a similar blonde hair. She too wore sleeveless night gown. The women sat beside me on either side. "Jane, would you care to exhibit to this lady here the 'popsicle mystery'?" "Here, right now?" Jane asked hesitantly, but I could sense sly lust in her tone. "Yes, baby, now," he insisted. "Go on darling; show daddy what you can do," the woman encouraged. Jane agreed. From the sound of it, I kind of figured what was going to happen. She went over to his seat and sat down on the floor. Gradually, her dexterous hands roamed around his crotch until they located his dick. She gave a soft rub on it before she unzipped his pants. She pulled down the pants and his 100 dollar boxers in no time. I remember seeing similar ones in one of the TV ads. I was amazed to see the size of his cock. It was semi-hard and a big one. Jane worked her hands skillfully on his cock and licked the head of his now fully erect dick. She teased the small opening of the head which induced him to give out a moan. She lowered her head on his dick and took it in, savoring each moment, as his dick disappeared into her mouth inch by inch. She didn't stop or choke till she had taken the full length into her mouth. Her lascivious lips now hit his wild pubic hair. It would've been nice if he'd bothered to shave it off or trim it at least. She pulled back slowly, till only his head remained in her mouth. Her tongue played around his head. She licked the length of his 7 inch dick. It was in pretty good shape for a man in his early fifties. She was so good at sucking cock. Even better than me I guess. She kept on bobbing her head on his dick for quite some time. He sat there enjoying all of it. Salina Hazelhurst: The Investment The sight was so erotic that I was starting to get wet by just looking at it, despite the fact that the incestuous relationship disgusted me. I wouldn't say fully disgusted but it sure was, with his wife sitting next to me. It occurred to me only then that his wife was sitting next to me. I turned to look at her and this was when I got really taken aback. She had her gown lifted to her waist and was fingering her hairy cunt, all the while watching her daughter give head to her husband. Her legs were spread wide and she had sunk into the couch. William sat there, calmly, stroking his dick as though he was in some fantasy world. He appeared as though he wasn't even aware of the things going on. "What the hell is going on?" I shouted, not being able to stand the things that went on in the room. All of them looked at me. James understood my issue. "Jane, hold on for a minute baby, let me clear a few things with this lady here," he told her, pulling her away from his cock. "Will you be kind enough to follow me, Ms. Hazelhurst?" he asked. I followed him to his bedroom. "How could a man be so calm and yet get things done in the corporate world?" I thought to myself. As soon as we were in the room, he sat me on his king size bed and he decided to stand. "You see, Salina, we Corrigans believe that in our life, we must never hide our emotions. And sexual desire is one of them. Everyone in our family believes the same. At the same time, we also respect the individuality of each person and never force our desires onto another person." "And now that all of this is out in the open, I don't find the point in wasting time...I find you immensely attractive. I want to feel you up and have passionate sex with you. What do you say?" I was totally dumbstruck for a while. He approached me and sat beside me. He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me towards him for a nice deep kiss. I was so aroused that I was too weak to pull back. I kissed him back. He brought in his tongue and I welcomed it with mine. As we kissed, I felt his hands go down to my breasts. He held them over my shirt. He gave intermittent squeezes that made me even more aroused. He broke the kiss and pushed me and laid me on his bed. He slid his hands over my breasts, to my shoulders and through my hands, taking my jacket with it. He threw it on the chair. He laid on top of me, pressing his broad chest on my breasts and his excited lips on mine. His tongue forced its way into my mouth while I tried to block him. He brought his hands to my head and ran his fingers through my hair until he got a tight grasp of my head and pulled my face to his. He ravished my mouth with his. I could sense the intense lust in him and I got extremely aroused by this. My panties were soaking wet. My pussy decided to spill out liberally. I'd had a quiet orgasm already. I needed only a minute to decide something... "Can you arrange for a similar business suit for me by daybreak?" I asked firmly, trying my best to make my words as clear as possible. "Sure dear, I can get you ten of those," he offered. "No, just ONE would do," I told him. "I'll need it when I'm done doing you." I suffixed it with a chuckle. As soon as this was said, I overpowered him into lying on the bed and I assumed his previous position. I spread my legs to get on him and I heard a small sharp sound which was probably my skirt that tore. I didn't care. I ripped open his shirt and threw it on the chair. I was amused at the sight of his hairy chest; but I was too horny and had gone too far to pull back now. He made an attempt to hold my head but I forced his hands to the bed with my younger hands. I kissed him madly and bit his lips. I did the same to his nipples. I held them between my teeth and pulled them. He groaned. I held his head by the sides and went back to the mad kissing. I moved my hips up and down, rubbing my wet panty covered cunt on his crotch. I pressed hard enough to feel his dick, all hard and ready to go. I kept rubbing my pussy against his dick all the while focusing my mouth on his. Our tongues played a lot. He forced his hands to my head and pulled my face to his; I pulled his face to mine. This resulted in our lips crushing against each other. We nearly lost our breaths. He pushed me down from him to his side and took control. He was surely very strong for a 54 year old man. He held me from moving by putting his legs on either side of my hips. He bent down to unbutton my shirt. He had it undone in no time, exposing my blue frilly push up bra. He bent down and put his drooling wet mouth on my neck. He sucked his way down to my breasts. He sucked on my cleavage. He pushed his tongue on them and licked it thoroughly. He put his hands on my breasts and made an attempt to pull them out. He succeeded partially. I tried to help him out but he stayed put in his doings. After putting an effort, he finally pulled out my breasts, well most of it. I felt an uneasy pain on my tits and so I quickly unstrapped them. He was very happy to have my tits uncovered. He tried to hold them in his hands but mine were (and are) quite big. He put his face on my cleavage and wiggled his head, opened his mouth to let his tongue explore the crevice. He went to my breasts, biting my nipples, just the way I'd done his. He sucked on my breasts, alternating between the left one and the right. Once he was done with them, he moved downtown. He pushed his tongue around my bellybutton, ultimately sticking it in. he started sucking on my navel. His hands provided assistance in holding my hips in place as I couldn't hold my body still from all the excitement. I had another orgasm and then another one. I screamed out my pleasure; which made me realize, how long can he keep going? He went further down to my sweet, soaking wet pussy. He put his hands behind my hip and pulled the tiny zip and slipped out the skirt and threw it along with the other cloth articles. He felt my pussy over my blue frilly panties and took in deep the smell of my sex juice. In a minute he fell onto the bed. He had lost all energy. I was totally shocked. "James...James... Mr. Corrigan...," I called out. He gave a slight moan and murmured something. I turned him and lay him with his back resting on the bed. I sprinkled a little water on him. He opened his eyes a little. I kept the bottle back on the side table. I turned back to him; my hands accidently went to his crotch. It was dripping wet. It was sticky. "Oh, so that's the matter," I thought to myself. He had cum a few times during foreplay and that is why he lost his energy. "Maybe he has a pussy fetish. When he smelled my sex juices, he burst another load and lost his energy," I guessed. "Did you exhaust yourself from cumming, James?" I asked, trying to confirm my theories. "Yes...God, I've never cum like this before..." he spoke weakly, "and I can last longer, but I guess my lust for you overcame my control. Look at how much I lust for your body." He pointed to the sticky wet spot on his pants. He went to sleep instantly. "This is so embarrassing," I thought. I had to leave. I buttoned my shirt partially and adjusted the torn skirt. I got out of the huge room, entering the huge lobby like area. It took me a while to figure out my way. Finally I found my way out. As I was headed to the stairs, I was stopped a young man, probably in his late twenties. He had blonde hair and sparkling eyes. He sure was quite a stud. "Ma'am, would you care to join me and Jane for a drink, and maybe more?" he offered, motioning his hands to the room, where Jane and her mother were already seated. William was also present. "It is already late. I think I should get going," I hesitated. I was too embarrassed to stay. "Please, I insist. As you said, it is already late and I think it's best for you to stay the night. We'll keep you company." I thought on it for a while and agreed to it eventually. We went into the room and he poured me a glass. We all took a sip and started chatting. "So, Salina how was my husband?" asked his wife, who was eager to know that her husband still had it. "Excuse me?" I exclaimed in surprise. Though I was a sex addict, I had boundaries and she had surely crossed it. "There is nothing wrong, dear. We all like sex and we like having different partners. We don't mind. Tell us," she insisted. "Well, this is awkward. I am not used to this kind of stuff," I told them. "C'mon, it's not like he passed out while making love to you? Did he?" William spoke up, finally. I didn't say anything but my expression showed a sign in agreement to his remark. "Well, I wouldn't say he was weak. You're definitely one hot chick to satisfy," the other man commented, who I later learned was Robert, Jane's boyfriend. "Honey? Watch it," Jane said softly, giving him 'the look'. We chatted for quite a while and I got quite comfortable around them. I learned that they just loved sex and love-making. I also learned that Robert too was from a wealthy family. And I didn't think that was an issue for me. After a while, Cynthia, James' wife, left us to it. "Well, what do you say about having some fun? Maybe get to know each other better?" Robert offered boldly, placing his strong hands on my knees. "Well, I don't know. Maybe you should clear it with this young lady right here." I diverted the attention to Jane. Sensing an opportunity, William sprung up to me and offered me his slightly nervous hands. "Why don't we move to my room? It's more comfortable there. And..." he hesitated, "more private." I liked where all of this was heading. My hormones poured in seamlessly. All my rational reasoning got clouded. I took his hand and walked up to his room, all involuntarily. His room was as big as James'. The bed was even more comfortable. He sat me on the bed and took a seat beside me. He was sweating from nervousness. He didn't know what to do. He just decided to go with the flow. He took my face in his palms and turned it towards his face and brought his lips to mine. He just pulled me onto his mouth and kissed me. He wasn't really good at it, but he sure put all his effort in. I was too aroused already that I didn't mind. He kept smooching on my lips. He pulled out and took deep breaths. "God, how do people kiss for a long time? I fell out of breath in a couple of minutes," William exclaimed, still gasping for breath. I felt sorry for the boy. "Here, let me show you how," I said, taking his face in my hands. I ran my fingers through his hair and held his head firmly. I pulled his head towards me. I asked him to take a deep breath. He did. We tilted our heads slightly and brought our lips together. We started off with a shallow kiss. Gradually, I slipped my tongue into his and he opened his mouth, to let it in. I met his tongue with mine and teased it. He teased back. Slowly I started to move my tongue around in his mouth, exploring it. I pulled my tongue out; giving him a hint to bring his tongue in. he did so. He was learning quickly. We smooched on each others' lips for quite a long time. It was a long time since I'd had such a passionate kiss. He had brought his hands to my head and was pushing my head towards his and so was I. He was getting really good at it. After about five to six minutes of kissing, we broke it off; both of us were gasping for air. "Holy shit, that was great." William said. "What do you say about going again?" I asked. "Hell yeah, sure we are," he said, working his tongue into mine. We shared another passionate kiss. All the kissing made me soaking wet, as if I had peed my skirt. I needed a cock down there. I pulled out from the kiss and forced him on the bed. I ripped off his clothes and threw them aside. He couldn't react and he tore open my shirt and threw it along with his. I pulled down his pants and his cock sprung up. It wasn't very big but it was big enough to cater to my needs. I aligned my wet pussy over his fully hard dick and thrust downwards, taking the length of his dick in effortlessly. I supported my hands on his mildly hairy chest and pumped his dick into me. I used as much force as I could. He lay there, trying to process the whole scenario. His face changed and he held my shoulders tightly. His dick erupted loads of cum into my pussy. He gave a loud moan. I kept my pumping but in a minute, his cock shrank itself and slipped out of my cunt. He was panting, gasping for breath. I wasn't even remotely satisfied. "Damn, that was so good," he exclaimed. "Are you a bloody virgin?" I shot back at him. "Not anymore, not anymore, baby." I felt like taking a crap on his face. He'd spoken as if he could keep me awake all night, but he didn't even last for ten minutes. "Such an asshole," I told to myself. "Isn't there anyone in this family who is man enough to satisfy a 40 year old woman like me?" I asked, voicing my thoughts out, loudly. "Maybe I can help you," said a voice than was fast nearing the room. A tall figure walked into the room. It was Robert. "Give me a chance, won't you?" asked Robert. "What about Jane?" I asked. "I'd like to watch. Also, I want to know if he is 'man enough', like you said." said Jane, who'd walked in just after Robert. I was too horny to process all of this rationally. "Just strip and jump in here quickly. Let me see what you've got," I told him. "Sure, Milady," he told me, as his hands worked dexterously on his clothes. He stripped down in no time. "Hop on, show me what you've got," I told him. "What's the hurry? Let me show you how manly I am," he said. Jane took a seat on the bed, next to William, who was now fast asleep. Robert still had his boxers on. "Get rid of the boxers and show me a good time," I told him. "I will definitely show you a good time; let the boxers stay on for a while," he told me, leaving me confused and totally speechless. Well, as long as I was satisfied, that's all I wanted. He climbed onto the bed and crawled over me. I smiled at him like a young girl who is about to have her first time. He kissed my cheek and then my lower lip. He kissed my chin and kissed his way down my neck. He went back up to my ears and sucked lightly on both the ear lobes. "This guy really knows how to play around," I thought. He went back down to my breasts. He took his hands to my back and unclasped my bra. He pulled it out of my arms and threw it aside. "Your breasts smell great," he said. "In fact, they're bigger and better than Jane's," he said, taking a naughty look at her. She frowned. "Relax babe, I like yours too. It's just that hers is bigger," he told her. He stuck out his tongue and played it around my erect nipples. He sucked my left breast while his hand squeezed and pressed my right one. He pulled my left nipple with his teeth, giving it a little pressure. I moaned out my pleasure. He switched sides and did the same to my right breast. He kept this up for quite a while and gave me an orgasm just by doing this. He was a real turn on. I tried to take control, but his strong hands kept me down. Gradually he moved on to my stomach. He swirled his tongue around my navel before fixing his mouth on it. He sucked the hell out of it, giving me yet another orgasm. I had the time of my life. I'd already had 4 or 5 orgasms. I knew I could take a lot more but how much-- with him going like this-- was a question yet to be answered. He went down further and lifted my skirt. He didn't waste any time. He bent down and positioned himself before my cunt. He put out his hands in it and opened my labia. He stuck his tongue in it and licked up and down, flicking every part of it. He put his tongue into my pussy and teased my internals. He affixed his mouth on my pussy with his tongue in it and sucked my life out of it. That was it. I had a thundering orgasm. My whole body shivered before going limp. I screamed out with what little energy I had left. I passed out soon after that. I didn't have any energy left to say anything, let alone return the favor. He had given me the orgasm of my life without even taking out his dick. I surely heard some moans, which was probably from the sex that Jane was having with him. I woke up. I looked around. There was no one. The bed was in a bad shape and the sheets were pulled out halfway. Faded visions of Robert and Jane making love flashed before my eyes. I found a new pair of clothes on the bedside, along with a couple of fresh towels. Realizing that it was past dawn, I went to the bathroom to freshen up and take a nice shower. I stripped off what little clothing I had left and stepped into the shower. Hot water splashed over my body, which gave me great relief from the tiredness and also from the winter morning. I washed up quickly and came out. I dressed up in the dress that was left near the bedside. I took a look in the mirror. My hair was all wet and I used the dryer on the dressing table to get it done. I also used some of the cosmetics and accessories found there to get myself ready. I found my way down, and after a minute's confusion, reached the dining hall. I saw the Corrigans at the table, enjoying the rich variety of food that was served. My stomach grumbled. I hadn't eaten since last evening. I just stood there, not knowing how to react. "Come on, dear, join us," offered Cynthia, Mr. Corrigan's wife. I took a chair and helped myself to some sandwiches and a glass of orange juice. After about a while, I asked Mr. Corrigan, "So, I take it that your investment is definitely for Bestrenno Corp?" He didn't show any sign of approval. We finished the breakfast and Mr. Corrigan called out for me from his lawn. I went there, not knowing what awaited me. I saw him, strolling in his vast lawn. I went to him. "James, you called out for me?" I asked. "Ah, yes dear. I just needed to get a few things clarified." He paused to make sure he had my attention. Seeing that he had it, he continued, "Look, I was never really offended by what you said at the investors' meet. In fact, I was fascinated by your boldness..." "What?!" I interrupted, totally taken aback. "I just wanted to bed you and I really enjoyed my time with you. I don't care if I couldn't do that well, but who cares what you want." He continued. He told me how he had taken Wade's help (Senior VP of Bestrenno Corp.) into forcing me to go to Corrigan's house to negotiate and he had asked Peter, (my PI) to show me all those doctored photos and evidence of him fucking his daughter. He told me every little detail. I crumbled from within when I heard how he'd used me and I felt like a whore; a really cheap one. "So, you're saying that you won't continue investing in Bestrenno Corp?" I asked him, absently. "Well, I'm sorry dear. I'm sure you know by now the extent to which a man can go to bed a woman... but don't worry, I'm sure I can arrange for a couple of grand for last night. What do you say?" He asked me so bluntly that I burned from within. I love sex and all, but my dignity is something which I would never let go. I was not sure how to react to it. All of a sudden my past flashed before me. A similar incident had dragged me into extra-marital sex and turned me into a slut. The same thing was repeating itself. I didn't want to sell myself. I had gone way too far down the road. I chose not to go any further, though I know that there is no going back. My head was flooded with all these thoughts. Just yesterday I was acting like a slut, fucking every male member of the Corrigans but now, his single statement had changed every fucking thing. I chose to run away from all of it. I will surely find another way to survive in the corporate world. I did just that. I ran away. I went home. I had lost myself. I always loved screwing people for pleasure, but I never thought that people take me for a slut who'd fuck for money. I was totally broken down. Salina Hazelhurst: The Investment Just when I was lost in thoughts, my phone rang. It was an unknown number. I hesitated for a while before answering it. It was Robert. "Ms. Salina, this is Robert. I heard of the investment and talked to my dad about it," he said, taking a pause to let me absorb what he said. "And?" I asked eagerly. All what I had gone through was for this investment. Now, when he told me about it, I forgot all about what had happened at the Corrigans'. "Just as soon as my dad heard about you, he became ready to invest in your company. He personally asked me to assure you of the investment and asked you to be calm. We'll meet you at your office tomorrow. Is that all right?" Robert spoke it out in a flow and it took me a while to respond. "Sure. But, who is your dad? I know most of the big shots in the country and I don't think I have heard of him," I asked, totally puzzled. "Relax ma'am. He asked me not to tell you about him until tomorrow. You can see him for yourself tomorrow. Have a good day." A dead beep followed. He had cut off the line. I was completely puzzled. Why would some stranger agree to make the investment? Anyway, as long as I got what I wanted, I was happy. I got all prepared to go for work the next day. Just as I was about to leave, my husband stopped me. "Darling, you work so hard. I understand that. Just take of me too, won't you?" he said, slowly unzipping his pants. "I'm so sorry dear; I need to get to work today. I have got an important meeting today. I'll take care of that later," I told him. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you do at work. You just screw every guy over there... fine, just get out. Once you get back, we'll sort this out. I don't think you are going to like it," he said, as he left the room. I was totally stunned by his words. Did he really know about me or did he just say that because I did not take care of his morning wood? I didn't have time for this as I wanted to know who that man was who had agreed to make the investment just by hearing my name. I rushed to my office. When I reached my office, it was completely quiet. It was so quiet as if no one had come to the office; as if it was a holiday. I went to my cabin and set my things on the table. I wanted to check on things, so I went to Wades' office. Just as I opened the door, "Surprise!" the whole of the office staff shouted in unison. I was totally speechless. I didn't know what was going on. Mr. Wade approached me with a glass of champagne. "Congrats, ma'am," he told me. "What?" was all I could muster? "Yes, congratulations madam. You are now the managing director and a forty percent share holder of Bestrenno Corp. You have done an excellent job in finding the correct investor." "What?" was all that escaped me again? "Well, well, I see that you haven't changed a bit. I guess you have gotten a lot sexier." A familiar voice travelled to me despite the noisy background. Soon, a tall manly figure appeared from among the crowd. It was Sebastian; Sebastian Gregory, the guy who screwed me in his private jet ten years ago. We hadn't really talked since, though we hung out for quite some time. All of a sudden it occurred to me - Robert was Sebastian's son. This brought forth a lot of puzzling and disturbing thoughts to me, as I stood in that hall, not knowing how to react. "Salina, are you alright dear?" Sebastian enquired. "Yes, I'm fine. It's just that all of this is too much for me to digest at the moment. Can we go somewhere, in private?" I asked him, with all the mixed feelings running in my head. "Sure, let's go to my place. We sure have got a lot of catching up to do," he said, with a slight wicked smile which crept in instantly. We left for his place in a few minutes. It took us a couple of hours to get there. All the way, I sat next to him on his limo, admiring him. It's been very long since a man had done so much for me, without much to gain for himself. This is so unlikely of my husband. But I couldn't complain as it was definitely a marriage of convenience. I sat close to Sebastian, with my head resting on his left shoulder. The smell of his perfume and his fit strong body turned me on beyond words. He was in his late fifties and yet had the body of an average athlete. I put my hand on his chest, feeling his strong body. I took my hand down, feeling his abs. He had four of them. I couldn't hold myself. I turned his face towards mine and kissed him. He kissed back. I slipped my hands to his neck and pulled him towards me. He pushed me to the seat and laid his weight on me. He kissed me deep, as his tongue invaded my mouth. He took his hands south and grasped my breasts over the shirt. Slowly, he pulled out from the kiss and took his mouth down, teasing my collar bone. He sucked on my neck and chest. He still had it after all this years. I bit my lips in pleasure. I could feel myself getting wet. I was in heaven. All of a sudden, his phone rang, spoiling the whole moment. He pulled up and sat straight. I too had to do it. Apparently, it was Robert. He wanted to check on us. We had to sit patiently till we reached his mansion. We were welcomed by a few of his servants. I followed Sebastian into his study, where Robert was already present. We took our seats. I sat close to him on his settee. There was an awkward silence in the room. Sitting to my right was my old flame and opposite to me was my last night's lover. "This is so awkward," I spoke up, in an attempt to clear the air. "Oh, that's hardly an issue. Besides, you didn't know about Robert. So it doesn't matter," said Sebastian. Again, an awkward silence followed. "So, how are things with you? All good?" Sebastian asked. "Please, I don't want to talk about it," I told him. "What else do you want?" he asked, again, a naughty smile forming on his face. I whispered my wish to him. He got the idea and took me to his room. As soon as we entered the room, he locked the door and pushed me onto the bed. "I have practiced a lot since our last encounter; let's see if you can cope up with me," he told me, as he took off his jacket before he leapt onto me. I was really turned on and when he leapt on me, I went wild. I pulled him towards me and ravished his lips. He fought hardly to keep pace with my tongue. I put one hand on his head to hold him to my mouth, as I worked my tongue on him. I used my other hand to caress him. We went on like this for some time, before I took control. I always liked taking control. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed onto him. I ripped open his shirt. I bent down to feast on him. I opened my shirt and threw it aside. I bent down to tease his nipples. I went up to his neck, sucking on it. He put his hands on me, caressing and cuddling me. He played around with my bra straps before he finally unstrapped it. It fell through my hands. I had to spare a second to get it out of the way. My breasts now hung like two melons, swaying sideways as I feasted on him. As I bent down to kiss him, my breasts got pressed against his chest. Both of our erect nipples got pressed against each other, sending electric signals through my body. He pulled me close and combed his fingers in my hair. He pulled my face close enough to just hold my face a few centimeters away from his lips. "I love you babe, I wish we could go on like this forever," he said, panting from all the excitement. I pushed his hands away and attacked his mouth. After a while, I was done with his mouth. Both of us were out of breath. I was hornier than ever. I unbuckled his pants and pulled it down. He lifted himself a bit and this helped me in pulling it off completely. He had white underwear and a big bulge in it. I wanted what was in it. I pulled out his underwear and his dick sprung up like a catapult. "Wow! It's bigger than I last saw it. What did you do?" I spoke in surprise. "As I said, I have practiced. And as it goes, 'practice makes a man perfect'. Well, it kind of made my manhood more perfect," he said, in the same Nigerian accent that I loved so much. I fondled his balls while my tongue played on his dickhead. It sent waves on his body as he moved in pleasure. I put my mouth on his head, and took him in, engulfing his dick. When I had two-thirds of it in, it hit my throat. He had grown indeed. I adjusted my throat to take it completely, till my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I held it for a while, with my tongue swirling and snaking around it. He moaned. I pulled out my head slowly, till only his head was in my mouth and took it back in. I gradually bobbed my head, speeding up a bit, enjoying his dick. I went on for a few minutes, till he wanted a change in position. He put me on the bed and swiftly took off my skirt. He spread my legs and brought his face to my panty covered pussy. His hands roamed the area, feeling each and every bit of it. He slid his fingers up and down my pussy lips, gently applying pressure on the slit. He hands started moving in a gentle circular motion over it which provided me with immense pleasure. He took his hands to my waist and slid his hands down, taking the last bit of clothing I had with them. He lifted my ass a bit, and grasped my butt cheeks firmly as he went on to explore my wet and hot cunt with his lips. His fingers pressed on my cheeks as his tongue moved up and down my slit, occasionally visiting my fully swollen clit. It was so overwhelming and I was almost cumming. His tongue invaded my pussy lips and dug deep. I could feel his tongue inside me, moving around my fleshy insides, showing his legitimate attempt to pleasure me. I came soon enough with my feet hitting his hips and my butt making attempts to free from his clutches. He did not let go. He kept it up as another orgasm hit me and then another one and yet another one. I was moaning and groaning in the unfathomable pleasure he was giving me. My body quivered with the multiple orgasms that hit me, making me very weak, even to moan. Finally he took out his mouth which was now covered with my pussy juice. He climbed on me and kissed me, giving me a taste of my own juices. Our lips opened up to accommodate the tongues. He clasped his hands in mine and pressed them down on the bed, as our tongues intertwined. It was an amazing moment. He broke it off. "My turn," he stated bluntly. He lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders, with my ass in the air. In another moment he thrust his 10 inch monster into my pussy. His dick had indeed become big and fat. He pushed his dick deep in my cunt till I felt it hit my insides. He pulled it out as quickly as he thrust it in. He kept thrusting in, with his balls slapping my pussy. I screamed with what little energy I had. It was a fair mix of pain and pleasure, but I felt the pleasure supersede the pain. He held my legs firmly as he kept pushing in his dick inside me. The bed started shaking with the force. His breathing labored as the slamming went on. All of a sudden his grasp on my legs hardened and his slamming paced up like hell. A moment later, he ejected loads of hot cum into me. It was incessant. He gave light thrusts and each thrust shooting a load into me. We were completely exhausted. He left my legs and pulled out his dick from me. He fell on me and we shared one last passionate kiss. "That was great!" we said in unison. We dozed off in a few minutes. I didn't know what lay ahead but I was completely enjoying the present. We did a few more times, employing different positions.