****** Eric and the New Client by G-boy ******
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Eric and the New Client

My boss, Mr. Duhurst, called me into his office. I trembled inside, fearing
that this was the awaited retribution for the rough treatment an intern,
Bradley, had received at a party. He had been a loud mouth, arrogant little
prick, and when he started to tell racist jokes, I, my Asian-American wife,
Dianne, and Keisha, my African-American secretary, had bound him, and Keisha
had used a ten inch strap on dildo to thoroughly fuck the little bastard's ass
sore. He'd shot his load of sticky semen onto his belly, then we'd sent him on
his way. Afterward, Dianne, Keisha, and I had used the strap on dildo on one
another, until we fell asleep from exhaustion.

The next morning, I'd awoken to find Keisha lavishing wet kisses up and down my
shaft, while Dianne nibbled on my balls. When I was fully engorged, and awake,
I'd speared Keisha's tight pussy, while Dianne speared my tight ass with the
strap on. When Keisha finished writhing in orgasm, she and my wife exchanged
places, and I pumped my wife's smooth shaven pussy while Keisha lay across my
back and fucked me. I pulled out of my wife's pussy, and shot my load onto her
belly and small tits, then all three of us licked the come from her body.

A quick swim rejuvenated us, and we got into the bed again. My tongue searched
out Keisha's lovely brown ass hole, while Dianne lovingly sucked my dick.
Keisha's plump tongue thrust in and out of Dianne's sopping wet twat. When my
dick was fully coated with spittle, and Keisha's tight anus had opened up from
tongue and finger ministrations, I finally got to slowly fuck her dark brown
ass. After the initial pain subsided, she began to push back against me, while
her tongue brought my wife to a shrieking orgasm.

But, we all had feared that Bradley would file a complaint against us. To our
surprise, on Monday, he seemed to be a different person. Subdued, polite, and
hard-working from that point on; he would make a good associate to any law firm
in the area. So long as that law firm had a tall, attractive African-American
woman, a small, beautiful Asian-American woman, and a bi-sexual male working
there, he'd mind his Ps and Qs.

"Gary, I've got to go out of town for a week. Pamelia's mother is in the
hospital, and we're not sure if she's going to make it," he started.

I expressed the appropriate condolences, but he waved me to silence.

"Damn woman weighs three hundred pounds, doesn't exercise, eats nothing but
fat, and we're supposed to be surprised when she has a stroke? No, the reason I
called you in here, is to ask you to take care of a client for me," he
continued. "Mr. Barrette is flying in from Dallas, and needs a law firm to
handle his business here. We're bidding for that, so, what ever he wants, you
give it to him. Kiss his ass, get your face as brown as possible, I don't care,
we're talking a quarter of a million in retainer fees alone."

I was slightly amused at Mr. Duhurst's spiel. His appearance is fatherly, in
fact, his wife is the same age as I am, and she was his daughter's college
roommate. To hear him use phrases such as 'kiss ass' and 'get your face brown'
is almost laughable, but he was not smiling, so I seriously nodded my head.

Keisha buzzed me as soon as Mr. Barrette arrived, and I ushered in a thirty
something year old man, dressed in a conservative brown business suit, with
brown cowboy boots. We sat and chatted lightly about his flight, business, and
the weather, but I could sense some discomfort from him. Finally, he looked at
the far wall and spoke seriously.

"I'd already talked to Duhurst, and he'd agreed to meet my, ah, needs," he
drawled.

"He has informed me that whatever your needs are, I am to meet them," I assured
him.

"I don't think you understand, son," he said. "I, ah, told Duhurst what I
wanted, and he said he'd get it. But he ain't here, is he? Now, I don't know if
you can get me, ah, the companionship I'm looking for."

Again, I assured him that whatever his needs where, I could provide him with
the solution. He stammered and stuttered a little, then finally told me what he
required. I broke into a large grin, and picked up the telephone. A soft voice
answered, and I told the voice that I, and a friend would be arriving in a few
minutes. I hung up on the delighted squeals, and stood up.

"I'll tell my secretary that I'm taking you out for a few drinks," I told a
blushing Barrette.

Keisha assured me that she would let Dianne know that I was entertaining a
client, and she would drive Dianne home, as I was taking the car.

On the way to our rendezvous, Barrette was silent. I assured him that
everything was clean, and all parties involved would be discreet. We arrived at
the apartment, and I let us in with my key.

I unzipped my trousers, but before my pants were completely undone, a small
mouth had glued itself to my growing erection. Barrette reached down and pulled
the little cock sucker's jeans down. He slicked the head of his cock with pre-
cum, and without preamble, Barrette shoved his hard, thick cock deep into the
squirming hole presented to him. A groan escaped from the hungry little slut's
mouth, and my dick slid down a gripping throat. Barrette's rough thrusts pushed
the cunt's mouth up and down my shaft, and I watched his thick cock plunge in
and out of the juicy hole, his belly slapping roughly against the wiggling
little ass. A small hand gripped my swollen balls, and I spurted a hot load of
jism into the sucking mouth. Barrette's cock exploded in a thick stream of come
deep in the clutching hole. He pulled his dick out and slapped the round little
buttocks.

"Damn, boy, you got a tight little pussy there," he laughed, and stood up. I
pulled my meat out of the still hungrily sucking mouth, and lightly slapped the
boy's face away from me. I completely undressed, and Barrette followed suit.
The boy removed his own tee shirt and jeans, and stood before us. Barrette
looked at the five foot, three inch tall boy in front of him.

"How old are you, son?" he asked.

Even though Eric was nineteen, because he was so small and slender, he looked
about thirteen. Because I made him shave his pubic area, he was as smooth as a
pre-adolescent youth. His cock, all five inches of it, leaked come from its
little red tip.

"He's nineteen, don't worry," I said, as I walked to the small kitchen. "You
want a beer or something?"

"Got any whiskey?" Barrette called out.

I rooted around in the cupboards until I found the fifth of JD I'd put there
last month when I'd last visited Eric for a quick fuck and suck. He owed me a
lot; I'd gotten some very serious solicitation and contributing to the
delinquency of a minor charges dropped. He would have been looking at twenty
years in a prison cell, where a slight little guy like him would have been
killed his first month there. Despite what you've heard about guys fucking guys
in jails, they really don't like admitted homosexuals in their prisons. Upon
getting the charges dropped, I'd established him in a modest little apartment,
gotten him a part time job with another client of mine, and showed up whenever
I pleased, to get a little fun. Eric didn't mind our arrangement. Truth be
known, I think the cock sucker is in love with me.

I returned to the living room and handed Barrette his whiskey. I watched Eric's
head bob up and down on Barrette's sluggish member. It was slowly coming back
to life. My own cock stirred as I watched Eric's little ass wiggle as he
stroked his own prick. I rubbed some pre-come on my dick head and knelt behind
the little body. His ass hole was slightly agape from Barrette's recent rough
treatment of it, so my own eight inches slid in with only slight resistance.
Eric moaned and pulled his mouth off of the now hard member.

"Oh, yes, fuck me!" he gasped.

Fuck him, I did. I was almost as rough as Barrette had been. Eric returned to
his loving ministrations on Barrette's meat, and I pumped in and out of his
tight little shit hole. I reached around and grabbed his small balls in my
hand. I gripped them tightly, and he promptly spurted a thin stream of come
onto the floor. Barrette pulled his groaning, squealing mouth off of his cock.

"Damn, boy, you're going to suck it off! I want another crack at that tight
little hole of his," Barrette panted. "You about done there?"

With a final grunt, I pulled out, and spurted my seed onto Eric's gaping ass
hole and balls. I stood up, and Barrette moved behind him. Eric rested his head
on the couch.

"Yeah, got it nice and ready for you," I said, as I sat down and sipped on my
can of beer.

Barrette rubbed the head of his dick in my dripping seed, then shoved his dick
into Eric's ready ass.

"God damn, I like me a nice, tight little piece of ass like this," Barrette
grunted, as he pumped in and out of Eric.

He began thrusting in earnest, and Eric reached under him and tickled
Barrette's balls. With a groan, Barrette collapsed on top of Eric. They lay on
the floor, gasping for a for moments, then Barrette pulled his softening cock
out and staggered to his feet. He looked around.

"I got to take me a piss, where's the can?" he gasped.

Eric got up and walked with him toward a small door.

"I'll show you. I have to clean up," he simpered.

He did need to clean up. Semen dripped from his buttocks, down the inside of
his thighs and from his small cock. They entered the tiny bathroom, and closed
the door. I finished my beer, and dressed quietly. Barrette exited the
bathroom. I could hear the shower running. Barrette looked at me.

"We leaving already?" he asked.

"Hey, I got a wife and kid at home," I answered. "You want to stay, that's
fine. I'll swing by here tomorrow morning and pick you up, or what ever."

"Well, uh, hey, listen, why don't you give us a lift back to my hotel room, and
pick me up there, tomorrow? And bring those contracts with you when you come,"
Barrette said.

I smiled. Duhurst would be pleased. And, I'd be able to write off Eric's hot
little ass, and his greedy, sucking little mouth, as 'client entertainment'.
Eric dressed in a nice shirt and tie, and we headed down to Barrette's hotel.
All the way there, Eric's mouth greedily licked and sucked on my cock, and
swallowed my load as I shot deep into his mouth. They walked into the hotel
lobby, and I drove home.

Dianne greeted me with a tall pitcher of gin and tonic, and got so excited by
my recounting of my afternoon romp, that I had to ass fuck her twice before she
calmed down. We took a quick swim, to wash off the bodily fluids that oozed
from us, then made quiet, tender love on the couch. Our daughter slept quietly
in her crib, and I fell asleep with my wife's head on my chest. We got
Barrette's business. Eric, however, moved to Dallas, to be near his new 'man'.
Barrette put him up in a nice apartment, and whenever the stress of his job got
to him, he'd run down and see his sweet boy for some suck and fuck.

THE END

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