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Monday

Anne Fairchild had hired me to write some articles on archeology and
ancient civilizations for their new magazine.  I had talked to Anne
many times over the last year but had never met her in person. I
took the elevator to the tenth floor and stepped off into a lobby
decorated with artifacts and display cases of interesting and rare
items. The receptionist was a well groomed woman, late fortyish and
nicely proportioned, dressed in a business like grey pinstripe
womens suit.  The skirt was short enough to show off her well shaped
legs and ankles.

She politely ushered me into a large office and had me sit down on
the leather couch facing a plate glass coffee table.  She returned
in a few minutes with a fresh cup of coffee and placed it down in
front of me. A quick flash of cleavage let me know she had small,
firm breasts under that grey suit. Left alone, I sipped my coffee
and flipped through the various magazines on the table.  I was
admiring some photos of artwork discovered on the island of Lesbos,
when a shadow fell across my light and a voice behind me said, 'I
wonder what the artist was thinking when that painting was being
done.  Hi, I'm Anne Fairchild, please call me Anne."  I stood up and
turning, said  "Hello Anne, Jack Bondurant, we meet at last".

She sat across from me and placed a file on the table in front of
her.  Auburn hair cascaded below her shoulders, framing an
attractive face.  High cheek bones, wide set eyes and full luscious
lips. A light tan blouse and dark brown skirt enclosed a well shaped
body.  She was about ten years older than me, roughly early forties.
She obviously worked out, as her muscle and skin tone were those of
a much younger woman.

She was sizing me up at the same time and a kind of tension was
building, when she said 'I read your outline on the first story.  I
think the sexual habits of the ancient Greeks is a good place to
begin the series.  I speak whats on my mind and frankly, I found the
beginning rather tantalizing." "I did quite a good bit of research,
and can back up story with facts, I said." She must have been
remembering some of what I had written, she crossed and uncrossed
her legs several times as she spoke.  Each time she did, I caught a
flash of thigh all the way up to the apex of darkness where her legs
came together. "she not wearing panties, unusual for a business
woman", I thought. "I was particularly interested in the way the
ancient priestesses greeted new male members of the cult." "It was
designed to break down inhibitions, and establish a closer bond", I
said. "Well, we will be spending a lot of time together, and I like
to experience things, first hand so to speak", she leaned back and
continued, "Are you inhibited", she uncrossed her legs and leaned
further back in her chair. As she did so, her skirt pushed up to
reveal marvelous thighs and a large patch of furry red bush where
the legs came together.

"I lost any inhibitions I had a long time ago" was my reply.  I was
starting to get aroused at the blatant display of feminine
sexuality. "Would show me firsthand, the greeting ritual" she said
as she beckoned me over to her side of the coffee table.  I stood up
and felt the pressure of my cock against my trousers.  I walked over
and stood nearly in front of her.  Without hesitation she unzipped
my pants and my half hard cock fell out, into her waiting hand.

"Oh my", was all she said as she hefted my cock in her warm soft
hand.  She pulled me gently to her and looked up at me.  "I think I
want to play out the entire greeting ritual, do you feel up to it".
I looked down at her expectant face, as she wetted her lips and
waited. "I think that would be a good beginning" was all I said.
She then put her lips over the end of my cock, and began slowly
stroking the rest of my cock as it grew in her mouth.  I had braced
my knees against the arm of the chair as she continued to tongue the
head of my now hard tool.  I wanted to touch her in many places, but
this part of the ritual required that I let her continue unassisted.
The touch of her tongue and lips were bringing me to a state of
extreme excitement. I looked at the artwork displayed around her
office and noticed that there were nothing but erotic scenes hanging
from every wall.  This didn't help much.  She was taking more and
more of me into her mouth until I felt the head of my cock reach the
end of her throat.  She relaxed her throat muscles and I found my
cock slipping all the way in.  Her nose was pressed right against my
pubic hair and her hot breath warmed me.  She withdrew and then
repeated the relaxing of her throat and took me all in again.  It
was an extreme pleasure for me but it was also taking effect on Anne
too.  You could tell that her pussy needed attention and she
couldn't help ease the growing need.  I was forced by the "ritual"
not to touch her.

Anne was squirming around in obvious distress.  "I think that the
ritual needs modification.  If we only could get a third party in
here." I said through clenched teeth.  I really wanted to get to her
sweet little twat with my hands and mouth, but we had to play out
our roles. Anne removed her sweet lips from my throbbing cock, and
spoke into a tiny microphone pinned to her blouse.  "Michelle, get
someone to stand in for you, and come into my office at once, I need
your help in a "research" matter".

Anne returned to my cock with eagerness and I felt new energy course
through my loins.  In a minute or so, the side office door opened
up, and the slender receptionist entered the room.  She never batted
an eye as she walked toward us.  She took in the scene instantly,
her boss was sucking on a very large cock, holding it with both
hands and the man had his hands on his hips, almost like he was
prevented from using them for any other purpose.  Her boss was in
obvious distress from the sexual tension.  Without a word, Michelle
fell to her knees, whipped off her glasses and pushed her face
between Anne's smooth thighs.  Michelle began licking and sucking in
a very professional way and in a few seconds was rewarded with
Anne's obvious climax.  As Anne released her pent up energy and
juices, she moaned and the humming on my cock really got to me.
Michelle obviously was no stranger to the activities going on in her
bosses office.  The practiced way she performed cunnilingus was no
accident or response to a new situation.  I pondered this as I
disassociated my mind from the physical sensations happening to me .
Here we had a very wealthy, successful publisher sucking on the cock
of a freelance writer, while she was having her cunt caressed and
sucked by her receptionist.  I wondered what else was in store for
this lucky man.

Anne's immediate needs were taken care of, so Michelle pulled back
and knelt with her arms behind her.  She was licking her lips and
looking at Anne as she continued mouthing and throating my cock.
Michelle seemed hypnotized by the sight of my long dick disappearing
down her bosses throat.  She spread her knees, still leaning back
and began to run her fingers in and out of her own cunt. I could
feel my balls tightening as the need to come rose in my body. Anne
motioned Michelle to go back to her cunt. Michelle moved in again,
spreading the outer lips of Annes pussy, exposing the bulbous clit
at the top of her pink tinged slit.  Michelle closed her lips over
the clit and tonguing it, made Anne orgasm again.  Anne moan and
sucked even harder on my cock. Just as I was about to come, she took
my cock out of her mouth, a strand of pre-cum glistening on her
lips.

"The ritual didn't mention the new member cumming in the priestess
mouth.  We must be accurate.  The narration ended there, so I will
improvise for now."  Anne finished speaking and raised both legs
over the chair arms, allowing Michelle easier access to that moist
pink slit. "Jack, I know you need relief so please move around
behind my secretary's ass".  I did so, with precum leaking from my
straining cock. "lift her skirt up on her back."  I complied and
revealed a very nice, well rounded ass and strong thighs facing me.
It seemed that underwear was not worn much around here. "If you get
on your knees, you should be able to find a place to put that
beautiful cock of yours. Meanwhile, Michelle had leaned forward and
wrapped her arms around Annes legs, sliding fingers in and out of
the pussy in front of her.  Anne was massaaging her own breasts and
no longer was concerned with anything except her own climaxing.

"I gently urged Michelle to spread her knees apart so I could gain
entrance.  In doing so I checked her cunt out with my hand.  Her
openning was slippery with that marvelous fluid, that women produce
when they know they are going to be fucked.  I  took a quick taste,
it was that familiar musky richness that I have learned to enjoy.
Just then Anne yelped and I could see her thrusting her hips into
Michelles face.  "Oh yes, yes. that feels so good, your tongue is
like a miniture cock." Anne finished cumming and then sat up slowly,
savoring the after shocks of her orgasm. Her eyes slowly refocused
on the scene in front of her. I tapped the end of my cock at the
entrance of Michelles pussy, she reached back between her legs and
pulled me into the opening.  Anne got up and walked around for a
better view of her secretary getting fucked from the back.  I slid
in quite easily, this cunt had been used recently.  It was
reasonably tight but very elastic.

"Michelle was part of a research project last night.  We are doing a
piece on African rituals and she was the demonstrator for a group of
five Africans." The thought of five black cocks recently occupying
the cunt I was in, turned me on and I grabbed Michelles hips,
pulling her against me as I unloaded my balls into her already slick
pussy.  The cum pushed back and ran down her crack to the floor, as
I slowly pulled out of her. "Wow, you must have been loaded" said
Anne as she watched my limp and dripping cock get stuffed back in my
pants.

Without s word, Michelle got up and walked into the private bathroom
to clean up. Anne sat down in her office chair and called me over to
her side.  My crotch was at her head level and she reached up and
unzipped my pants, allowing my still damp cock to flop out in her
waiting hand. "Now the ritual is over, I want to give you what you
and I both deserve."  She then opened her pretty mouth and commenced
cleaning the pasty cum from my cock.  This caused me to get
instantly hard again.

Anne reached in and began scratching my balls and gently pulling
down on them. Her hair was slightly tousled and the look of pleasure
on her face was causing me to feel a new load of cum work its way
into the base of my cock.  Anne sensed this and flicking her tongue
against the underside of my prick, made me start to cum in her
mouth. She held the end of my cock about an inch from her open mouth
and stroked me with her hands, guiding each spurt of cum, expertly
into her open red mouth.  As I slowed the ejaculating, she put me
back in and licked off every bit of stickiness. I was finally
allowed to put my cock back into my pants as she licked her red lips
and smiled a smile of sublime satisfaction. "I think we may need
more research when you write a little more Jack, you had better go
home and start right away.  By the way, I noticed the effect my
words had on you when I told you about my assistants recent
adventure with the black writers. Does that turn you on.?" "At the
moment it did", I said.  She had no idea of what my weekend had been
like.  "How about you?", do you like black cock?"

Anne smiled and replied "I am very particular about my sexual
partners, you are the first in a long time.  In fact, you have
awakened me to something I have been away from a long time.  I have
concentrated all my efforts into building this publishing business
for the last few years and have neglected my personal life.  Just
thinking about you will destroy the rest of my day, thank you. Anne
arranged her hair just as Michelle emerged from the bathroom.  All
prim and proper again, even to the notebook and pencil in her hand.
"Will that be all, Miss Anne?" she asked in a businesslike tone.
"For now Michelle, thank you very much" replied Anne.  "Please show
Mr. Bondurant out, I need a little time to collect my thoughts.

Michelle ushered me back to the lobby and resumed her seat at the
reception area.  As I started to walk toward the elevator, Michelle
called out. I turned and she said, "Thank you for being so
considerate, after last night, I am a little sore, those five black
guys really worked me over.  I can't wait to get home and soak in a
hot tub".  I nodded and looked sympathetic.  "You came in me so
much, the white globs were just plopping out of me.  I tasted some
and I wouldn't mind having some more some time, I just love the
taste of some mens cum, yours especially". Her thin face had a glow
to it as she talked, and I wondered what other mysteries this
conservative 45 year old women, contained.

"Here is a copy of the Video that was made of the session, we always
make one for future reference. You might find it useful in your work
".  I took the casette and dropped it in my briefcase. "You really
felt good, thank you Michelle, good bye, for now at least".  I
stepped on the elevator and dropped to the main floor.