Sales Slut Pt. 04

Sales Slut 04

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I woke up to a hard presence nudging at my ass, and smiled with my eyes still closed. Fred was awake. Fingers found my pussy, and the first touch on my clit got me wet in seconds. I arched back into that prodding cock and bumped my head against another body.

My eyes opened, and I realized my head bumped Fred's back. I half turned just as Johan aimed his hard-on at my sex and entered me.

"Oh, Johan!" I moaned. Getting filled with that wonderful length was one hell of a wake up call. He fucked me slowly, letting my pussy stretch around that thick shaft as he worked his way in a little at a time. His fingers continued their teasing on my clit, and I was getting louder. Just perfect!

Fred rolled over, found me getting fucked by his father, and shifted up to feed me his cock. I was in heaven! Two of the nicest cocks I'd ever experienced at the same time. How was I going to explain my newest obsession to my husband when I got home? 'Gee, honey. I would love some sex tonight, but can we invite over a friend to fuck me, too?'

I would deal with it when the time came. For now, I wanted to enjoy being taken at both ends by these lovely men. And then...

"Morning. Room for one more?"

I looked up and saw Chris in the bedroom doorway.

"Yes, please." I giggled, and my CEO moved me to straddle him. I love being on top, especially with a cock that can reach deep inside me. Johan was giving my big tits a nice massage when Fred knelt by my head and stuffed his length down my throat again.

The weight on the bed shifted, and I knew what was about to happen. Ever the considerate one, Chris doused his cock in the sex oil we brought before kneeling behind me.

I made a noise like an animal caught in a trap, gurgling around Fred's cock in my throat as a hard length of manhood slid up my ass, and I lost my sanity. My pussy was already tight and barely able to fit Johan's enormous shaft, but with Chris in my ass too, I felt like I was going to explode. If not for Fred filling my mouth, I would have begged them to stop.

My cries and gulping groans only seemed to fuel their lust, and they all started fucking me harder. Now, I love a good hard fucking. I love hair-pulling, spanking, hands held behind my back, all that stuff. This was just a big step beyond all that. It started off with me instinctively trying to escape. But then, as they continued to make me endure it, I felt my body get into it. A few minutes later, I was moaning for more!

Then they started talking about me as they took their pleasure from me.

"God, her pussy is so tight!" Johan growled.

"You should feel this ass!" Chris chuckled. "God, Damn! She's loving this!"

"She's a cock hungry slut!" Fred jammed his cock down my throat again, making me gag, and struggle to breathe. Finally, he pulled it out and whacked me across the face with it like a fleshy club. I shrieked, moaning like a lunatic as my ass and pussy got fucked harder and harder.

"Open wide, slut!" Fred growled, and... I did. I opened my mouth for him, and I realized everything had changed for me again!

I was racing toward a climax that was going to shatter my sex life forever. Not just three cocks, but two of the nicest, thickest, longest cocks I had ever experienced, and Chris's not very impressive meat was a perfect fit for my tight ass. My moans came from deep inside me, all guttural and urgent.

Fred was torturing my mouth and throat, making me gag on him as he growled at me. "Cock hungry slut! Suck it! Take it all! Fuck those cocks! Come on! Move that cute little ass! That's it! You're my slut now, aren't you! Don't stop! I said fuck those cocks, you slut! Fuck them!"

He pulled from my mouth and whacked my face with his manhood again.

"What are you?" He hissed.

"Ohhh!! A slut! I'm a slut!"

"Who's slut?"

"Oh, God! Your slut! I'm your slut!"

"Good girl. Now, what do you want, huh? What do you want us to do?"

"Fuck me! Oh, please! Fuck me!"

For the next hour or more, they used me like a fuck doll. I had three cocks in me for most of the time until Chris shot his load up my ass and needed a rest, then Johan and Fred took turns pounding me in every position I liked. On my back, on hands and knees, bending over the side of the bed, girl on top, on my side. It was rough, and crude, and dirty... And I loved all of it!

After all that, I was totally spent! I mean, obviously! Three of them, and just one of me. They fucked me to exhaustion, then left me panting and full of cum while they called for some room service.

At first, I thought they forgot about me, or just figured I was the fuck toy they were treating me as, there to pleasure them when they wanted.

Then Chris came in, helped me out of bed, and took me into the shower. He washed me and all my cum filled places, even shampooed my hair and added conditioner. It was tender again, sweet, and I felt wrong. I know it's fucked up, but sex with him, sex with Johan and Fred, sex with strangers. That was business. But when he was being sweet and tender like that, I felt like I was cheating.

"Chris, please..." I sighed... because it felt so nice. "I can't do this if you make me cheat in my heart. You can have my body, but that's all."

"You're covered in sweat and cum," he chuckled. "I'm just washing you off."

Maybe it was just me that was getting confused; getting intimate. Or maybe I was just having a hard time processing the emotions. He washed me off, and I was slowly getting turned on again. So, I returned the favor by washing him, and he got hard while I did. I was sure he was going to take me again right there in the shower, when Fred came in.

Chris left, Fred joined me in the shower, and I had my hands guided down to his still sticky cock. I washed him, also reviving his hard-on, and just when I thought it would go further, his dad came in.

By this time, it was almost comical. I giggled and washed him off too, ending with a lick and kiss on the head of his newly revived erection. We got out, dried each other off, and went to have some coffee and breakfast.

It was surreal, sitting there in the nude with my three men, sipping coffee and talking business. But I have to admit, I loved how sexy it made me feel. They kept looking at me, drinking me in with their eyes, and I was loving the attention. Every time I'd catch one of them staring at my tits, or my legs, or my pussy, I'd give them a wink or blow them a kiss, and I could feel my body tingling from head to toe in that sexual haze we made.

After breakfast, I wiggled my naked ass between Fred and Johan on the couch as they plugged in the USB they got from the photographer, and we watched a slide show of me pulling a train. I was shocked to see that even the old Grandpa fucked me. He looked like he might have needed medical assistance after, but he was all smiles!

I was worried that I'd be outed or blackmailed with the pics, but with the blindfold covering most of my face, I could have been any blonde with big tits. Unless you were intimately familiar with my body, you'd never know it was me.

I had forgotten how wild it was. Seeing me with my legs curled around Mister Mustache reminded me, and I felt my pussy remembering too. The big guy with the heavy muscle bod was pretty intense. He had me on my hands and knees, yanking on the leash attached to my collar as he slammed into me from behind. If not for the smile on my lips, you'd swear he was forcing me.

Then I watched as Fred took me, and I had to admit, his turn with me was the best. Up close and personal. That camera must have been inches away at times. Fred had me so deep, not too fast, and he paid attention to all my pleasure centers. No wonder I came so hard with him. Then something happened I didn't remember. He arched my back with his cock deep inside me, and... we kissed. And not like 'smooch' and that's it. Tongue, lips, moaning, reaching, returning for more. We made out in the middle of my fucking. And by the look of it, I was loving it.

Then the photographer joined in, and we were back to wild fucking.

As Johan continued to flick through the images, I became aware of Fred's arm around me. He draped his hand over my shoulder and played with the hard tip of my breasts, giving the occasional tug or twist, now that he was sure I liked it.

Johan saw what we were doing and decided to join the fun. He freed his cock from his shorts and placed my hand on it. He didn't need to coax me. I wanted him hard and started pumping.

Then Chris wanted in, got down on the floor, and crawled between my legs. His oral skills had improved a lot since the start of the trip, and I slumped down to give him more room to work. In no time, I was moaning and whimpering until I couldn't take any more. I got up, pulled off Fred's shorts, and straddled him, taking his entire cock in a few thrusts. I reached over to Johan and urged him closer so I could suck him. Then I twitched a finger at Chris.

"My ass needs your cock, sir."

What a difference from my first triple fuck. They rode me, but not like before. It was slow, steady, unhurried. They had all cum once already, so their second was much longer, and I was so there for it.

Most of the morning went by in a sexual marathon. They did me all at the same time until I reached a climax, then they took turns with me, on the floor, on the couch, on the bed. They just fucked me, but not enough to make me or themselves cum.

I had become insatiable. They'd fuck me, going from a slow screw to a fuck fest, and then take a break to keep from going over that edge. I'd sit with them for a few minutes, then I'd pick one and lead them back to the bed for more.

We were all starting to fatigue I guess, and I heard tummy's growling as the boys got hungry. It was almost noon, and our flight was leaving early that evening. So, not wanting to miss my opportunity, I told them all to get on the bed, and we did another three-on-one session until they had all cum again, filling all three holes with one more load.

I showered with them one at a time, then I went to my suitcase to pick out some clothes. There, on top of my luggage, were two unsigned contracts.

I laid on the bed and read them over again. Sales Manager, or Sales Assistant Manager. The salary increase for the assistant was nice, but I knew I could do better with commissions as the manager. And then, like a distant memory returning, I remembered my hubby and daughter back home.

As the manager, I'd be on the road a lot. On the one hand, I do love to travel. I could easily live out of hotels for weeks at a time and enjoy it tremendously. On the other hand, I'd miss my lover and my little girl.

As the assistant, I'd have more time at home, and we'd get by with that raise, but then I wouldn't be traveling much at all, and I really wanted to.

A warm body covered me, and I recognized the scent (and size) of Fred laying on my back, his cock cradled between the round curves of my rear. He kissed the back of my neck, and I wiggled back at him in greeting.

"Made a decision yet?"

I shook my head. "I wish I could combine these, you know? I would love to travel and visit clients, but I don't want to do it all the time. I need to be home. Now especially. My little girl needs her mommy."

"You know, as the Manager, you'd be managing... well, me."

I giggled and wiggled again. "Yes, I know."

He snickered back at me. "What I mean is, you don't have to go see the clients yourself every time. You could send me."

I turned my head. "I could? I mean, you'd be okay with that?"

He shrugged. "I don't need the money, Violet. You do. Besides, this isn't where my career is going. In a few years, Chris will retire, and I'll be in his office."

Well, that was true, of course. I guess, if it had been anyone else, that arrangement probably wouldn't work. Having a subordinate go on sales calls, fly all around the world, and not get commissions wouldn't go over on 99% of people. But Fred was right. He didn't need the money, and he was moving up as soon as the role was his for the taking. At Chris's age, it wouldn't be long until he retired.

Then he nipped playfully at my neck, making me squirm again. "And, if this has any appeal to you at all, we could go on some sales calls together."

Oh, my! Spending days... and nights... around the world, different cities, living in hotels, ordering room service in the nude. "Umm, yes. I think that does sound... interesting."

He got that wicked gleam in his eye, and grabbed my nipple between finger and thumb, pinching, tugging and twisting how he now knew turned me on. "But when I get you a sale, I expect compensation!"

"Ow!" I giggled. "What kind of compensation?"

"The kind that ends with my cock in all your holes."

I gulped, feeling my heart race. "Oh, that kind." I purred. "Well, umm--if that's what I have to do, then I guess that's what I'll do."

"Then take the manager job." he said, and shifted down a bit, then slid up with the head of his cock kissing the lips of my pussy. I moaned and arched into him.

"Although... I'd be happy to work under you," I moaned softly.

He laughed. "Why should you have all the fun?"

Oh, the way that cock was daring my pussy to take him again. Delightful torment! "I guess you could work under me..." I giggled, "Or on top of me." I arched and sucked in a breath, my pussy warming to his presence. Then I remembered the time. "We can't. We'll miss our plane."

"Time for one quick one?"

"God, I would love that, but no. Not even a quick one. You can just pull on your shirt and pants, but I need to dry my hair, put on makeup, and those stockings take forever to put on without ripping."

He pushed a little harder, and the head of his cock slipped in, making me whimper. "Oh, come on!" I cried. "Don't torture me."

"You? Do you feel how hard I am?"

I giggled. "Okay, fine. Let's get dressed, and catch that plane, and then you and I will join the Mile High club on the plane tonight."

He laughed. "Already a member, but that sounds too good to pass up." He kissed my neck again. "You got a deal, boss-lady."

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I signed the contract, gave it to Johan, and spent the rest of the day shopping and sightseeing with Chris and Fred. Then the three of us went to the airport, and I got to fly first class for the first time. And technically, I joined the Mile-High club, giving them blowjobs under a blanket.

The seats were in pairs, so I sat with Chris first, and as soon as I thought the attendants and passengers were occupied or asleep, I ducked under the blanket and sucked him off until I got my creamy, salty reward. Just realizing how much I enjoyed cum in my mouth now was astounding to me.

Chris traded seats with Fred, and I did the same with him. Part way through my blowjob, the flight attendant came by and asked Fred if I was feeling alright. I froze, cock in my mouth under the blanket as he casually explained that I was just tired. She knew what we were doing, of course, but let us get away with it.

We said our goodbyes on the plane to avoid any awkward moments later. I kept the couples pleasure chest, and Chris took the BDSM one, along with most of my sexy outfits. I kept the hottest skirt and blouse, and one of the sexy gowns with matching garter belt and stockings. I could explain two new sexy outfits, but not all of them.

Willy met me at baggage claim, and we had a tearful reunion. I missed him terribly, and our little girl, but some of the tears were in morning for the girl I no longer was. I knew my life had changed. I just needed to find a way to tell my hubby. We were going home, but I knew I wouldn't be returning to my old boring life ever again.

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A little more than a month later, Willy was working again, and taking classes to finish his degree. I resumed my career as the division manager, but with some new... extra responsibilities. At least once a week, I was in Chris's office after hours, usually bent over his desk while he fucked me or kneeling on the floor to suck him off.

Every Thursday, I had a sales meeting with my assistant manager... in a hotel near the office. Even when he didn't make a sale when I sent him out, he still used all my holes. I never spent the night with him there, no matter how much I wanted to.

And at the end of the month, I attended a sales meeting at Johan's main office in Atlanta, and spent the night with my two superiors and my assistant giving me the triple attention I craved.

During this time, I gave Willy the Pleasure Chest, and he was a little surprised, but we had a ton of fun with it. He especially liked making me wear the remote vibrator in public and getting me so hot I'd let him fuck me anywhere. We used the dice game, and I fulfilled another fantasy of mine when the dice had us fucking in the livingroom in front of the big windows at night with the lights on. I know many saw us, and I loved it!

This inspired us to share our fantasies. We had done this earlier in our relationship, but most of mine had changed. I told him that I might like a threesome, both with another man and another woman, and maybe a gangbang where I get fucked by lots of men. To my astonishment, he admitted they sounded pretty hot. It gave me hope.

I still wasn't quite ready to confess my indiscretions yet. I was afraid he'd leave me, or make me quit and stop sleeping around. I told myself that I couldn't leave my job yet. That I still had two more years on my contract. But that was just me coping with the fact that I was enjoying myself too much to stop.

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About that time, I decided I needed to go on the road again. I made plans with Willy to take care of things at home, then met with Fred to plan our trip. We'd do the west coast and see three clients over three days, then back home by the end of the week. Easy!

My first client was J. P., a rather nice looking older guy, probably mid fifties, who obviously took care of himself physically. We met at his office, and I did the presentation of comparable labels and tags to what he was getting, and how ours were worth the extra money we were charging.

"Well, this is quite an improvement, but the price is still a little excessive." J. P. said. "Tell me more about your manufacturing process and delivery times."

"I'd be happy to provide all that information and more." Fred offered. "In fact, why don't we discuss it more over dinner tonight?"

"Yes, excellent idea." I smiled. "It would be such a treat for me as well, to spend the night with two fine gentlemen." I blushed and covered my mouth. "Oops, not the night. I mean, not like, umm..." I giggled and cleared my throat. "Eh-hem. Uhh, dinner?"

J. P. laughed. "That sounds very nice. I have a regular table at a steakhouse nearby. Shall we say, seven?"

"Perfect." I nodded.

On the way out, Fred asked, "Are we going to do this one the easy way, or the hard way?"

"Easy way, of course." I giggled.

We got to the hotel and I had to fight off Fred's advances as I got showered and dressed. Scoop neck dress with no bra (my breasts were firm enough), slit skirt to show off my legs, garters and stockings, and no panties (of course). Fred watched me dress and knew exactly what I was hoping to do.

"Should I make myself scarce?"

I laughed. "Oh, hell no! You're with me."

We met for dinner, and the place was stunning, as I expected it would be. My expense report for the weekend was going to land me in hot water... like Johan's jacuzzi. I was still finishing off my third glass of wine when I noticed J. P. checking out my tits for the fifth time that night. I wasn't drunk, but I felt giddy just the same, so I leaned into it.

"This was such a treat." I sighed, making my breasts heave like men enjoyed. "Thank you for getting us a table. We never would have managed on such short notice."

"And thank you for dinner." J. P. grinned. "I suppose I'll get you my answer in a few days."

"Oh..." I pouted. "Does that mean you're leaving?"

He lifted his brow at me. "Well, I still have a drive to get home, and..."

"There's a lovely bar in the hotel." I cut him off. "Won't you let me buy you a drink first?"

He grinned. "Umm, sure, I guess. What about Fred, here?"

I smiled at Fred, and shrugged. "Well, he could join us... as long as you don't mind sharing me." Again, I played the innocent young woman, rolling my eyes at my poor choice of words. "Sharing my company, I mean. Oh, god."

They both laughed, and J. P. shrugged.

"My mother always taught us to share our toys."

Fred nodded in agreement. "Sharing is more fun anyway."

"Oh, you two! Don't be fresh. You're embarrassing me." I giggled. "Fred, dear. Would you put this on the corporate card? I'll take J. P. outside and get us a taxi."

"No need." J. P. said. "I have a driver." He got out his cell, made a quick call, then got up and offered me a hand. "He'll meet us at the entrance."

"Perfect!" I got up, and brazenly took his arm as we left. I think he enjoyed having my big breast pushed up against him.

When Fred caught up, his car arrived, and it was a rather nice limo, though not a stretch. We shared the back seat; me seated in the middle by my insistence, and I purposely didn't adjust my dress as I got in. The top was dipping lower on one side, almost baring my nipple, and the skirt had pulled up leaving my thigh, garter, and part of my hip exposed.

"This is cozy!" I wiggled playfully between them. "But, I don't quite fit though, do I? You're both just so big." I nudge one way, then the other. "Would you mind terribly if you moved your arm?"

J. P. wasn't sure what I meant until I guided him to put his arm around me. "There. That's a little better."

Fred shifted and jostled me, making me huff a laugh at him. "You're shoulders are just too broad." I lowered my voice to a coy whisper. "Lovely, but hard to fit."

"Maybe I could..." he moved his arm and rested it on my bare thigh where my stocking ended, his hand holding my knee.

"Oh, umm... okay." I pretended it was making me nervous.

We drove while discussing the labels and tags I thought would be best for his products, feeling my excitement growing for what I was expecting to come. J. P.'s hand was sliding down toward my ass, giving a little squeeze, while Fred crept his hand up my thigh until he was above my stocking top, inching toward my sex.

All too soon, the limo pulled into the hotel entrance, and they stopped.

"Oh, so soon? I was enjoying... umm... our drive."

Fred got out first, helped me exit, and pulled me closer. "I think you're enjoying this a little too much."

"Jealous?"

He snickered. "No, but hard as a rock."

"Mmm, good. I'm going to need that soon."

We waited for J. P. then had a drink at the bar. I bought the first round, then J. P. offered to buy us another.

"This stool is too uncomfortable." I wiggled my ass on it. "How about we open the minibar in my room? Still my treat."

"And your assistant?" J. P. asked.

I gave him another coy shrug. "I thought you didn't mind sharing?" I gasped at myself and pretended to regret my choice of words. "I mean sharing my company! Oh, Violet."

Once we got into the elevator, Fred took my hand, spun me around, and held me from behind while nuzzling my neck as I giggled.

"No! You know I can't! I'm married!" I said as he got his hands on me.

"Hit forty-four, then take the other side." Fred said, and started sucking on my neck, making me squeal in delight.

J. P. hit the floor, and I was sandwiched between these two men, having my neck and ears licked and nibbled. I felt my heart racing and wanted to keep our little game going. I knew Fred was smart. He'd get it and play along.

"Oh, Fred! I told you, I can't." His hands came up, cupping both my breasts, and he sucked on my neck just below my ear. The shiver it gave me was no act!

J. P. pressed in closer, sliding his hand up my dress to discover I had no panties. He gave me a wicked grin, and began teasing the lips of my pussy with a finger.

I draped my arms around J. P.'s neck, lay my head back against Fred's chest, and groaned. "Mmm... your lips? No, no, no. Don't. Mmm... I can't. My husband. Ohh, is that your finger? Oh, God! What are you doing to me?"

The elevator slowed and stopped, and I thought we'd arrived. Then the door opened on the 19th floor, and two guys, younger than Fred, gaped at the three of us in the back corner.

"Whoa!" they both gasped.

"Evening, gentlemen." Fred said, and pulled open the top of my dress, baring both my large, braless tits. "Well, are you getting in?"

They quickly stepped aboard and let the doors close.

"Well, share and share alike, mother said." J. P. stepped back, and motioned at me. "Care to indulge?"

The two young guys snorted a laugh, and suddenly I had a mouth on each nipple, and Fred tightened his grip on me as if to force me. There was no need. I wasn't about to stop them.

"Oh, No! What are you...! Who are they? Oh, God!"

At about the thirtieth floor, one of them got a hand under my skirt, and cackled.

"No panties!"

A half second later, both of them were finger fucking me as I protested in whimpers and moans. "Is that... Are they...? Oh, Ahh! They're touching my...!" One found my clit, and I had my arms around their heads, pulling their licking, nibbling, sucking mouths onto my tits.

At the fortieth floor, J. P. said, "Well, this was fun, boys, but now, I'd like my wife back."

I saw one of them check my hand and found my diamond engagement ring and wedding band on my left ring finger. I smiled, raised my hand, and fluttered my fingers for them to see.

"Damn! Married!" he groaned.

"Forty Four." Fred said, and the doors opened. "Have a good night, boys." He pushed me past their groping, fondling hands and into the empty hall, followed by J. P.

"Oh, hey! Are you, umm... You gonna party with her?"

"Why, yes. We are," J. P. grinned.

"Can we come?"

J. P. didn't answer right away, and he looked up at Fred. Fred turned me enough so our eyes could meet, and I gave him a slight shake of the head.

"Not tonight, I'm afraid. Better luck next time." He bustled me off to their continued disappointed groans, and we laughed all the way to our room.

We plunged into our suite, and I was trembling with anticipation. J. P. was looking at me like I was a Vestal Virgin waiting for sacrifice, and it was getting me hot. Fred came up to me and lightly traced his fingers down my neck, then brushed my dress over my shoulders, letting it fall around my hips, and I let it fall to the floor.

I pretended to be bashful, covering my breasts with my arm, my pussy with my other hand. "W-w-what about my husband?"

J. P. marched up to me, took my hair in his hand, and forced me to kiss him so roughly, it shot my arousal through the roof. I was just moaning into his mouth, unable to stop him and not really wanting to. There was nothing intimate about that kiss. It was him telling me who was in charge.

His hand came around my ass, and gave a firm squeeze, and I squeaked into our kiss before he let me free of those demanding lips. It felt like my heart was trying to pound a hole in my chest. His hands were surprisingly rough. He was obviously a wealthy businessman. In my experience, they rarely had rough, calloused hands. I like soft hands, but I love rough hands!

"We'll be your husband tonight," J. P. growled.

"Oh... but there are two of you."

Fred clutched my breasts hard enough to hurt a little. "You're too much woman for just one man. We'll have to share you."

"Share...?"

They guided me to the bed, and practically tossed me onto it. Then they started getting naked while I lay on my side, admiring the improving view. When J. P.'s cock emerged, I made an audible gasp that made him look up at me.

It wasn't Fred size, or Johan size. It was marginally longer than Willy, but oh my God! This was the thickest cock of that size I'd ever seen! I gawked at it, my hands trembling as I reached out and touched it. Hell, it might have been thicker than Fred's nine inch pussy-pleaser!

"Wow!" I gulped nervously, and that was no act! The damned thing was thick as my wrist, and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me!

I started by trying to see if I could fit my mouth around it. I think I dislocated my jaw a little, but I managed. It was like sucking the bottom of a beer bottle. As my jaw stretched around it, Fred got next to him and I started pumping one while sucking the other, then switch. They let me enjoy that for a while until Fred wanted more.

"Get on that cock, bitch!"

Yes! I was his bitch! I was his slut! I was his boss-lady who worshiped his cock. My body responded to his tone of voice, making me urge J. P. to lie on the bed and I climbed up his body to position myself over his cock.

That thick monster rubbed against my pussy, and I was trembling at the thought of what this might feel like. Then, I stopped. I was going too fast, missing my exit!

"Wait!" I panted. "Wait a second."

"What?"

"Will you sign?"

"What?!" J. P. barked.

"Tell me you'll sign the contract for a hundred thousand parts with a reorder for another hundred thousand first quarter next year."

"You want my business for a fuck?"

"No! I want you to fuck me, but only if we can do business!" I pleaded. "Please! I really want to feel your cock inside me! So much! But I can't. Not unless we're doing business. If I just let you fuck me, then I'm cheating on my husband. But if we're doing business, then... then I'm..."

"Then you're just a whore."

I whimpered. "Okay, yes! Then I'm a whore. But I'll be a whore for you. If I like it, you can fuck me again whenever I'm in town."

He scowled at me and Fred. "Is this some fucked up kind of game you two play?"

"No! No! It's true!" I pleaded. "I really do want you! I do. I just can't like this. Please. Make me your whore, then you can... Ahh!"

He pulled me down on his cock viciously! It was better than I expected. The thing barely fit, and my pussy had to stretch around him as I cried out. "Oh, God! Is that a yes? You'll sign?"

"Yes-I'll-Sign-You-Fucking-Slut!" Every word came with a vicious thrust up my pussy, and I answered each with a little scream. He grabbed me hard, bouncing me up and down on his thick length as I felt Fred getting into position behind me.

"It's finally time." Feed growled in my ear.

"Time? Time for what?" I shrieked from the fucking J. P. was giving me.

"Time I finally get to fuck your ass!"

He'd fucked my ass several times already, but I knew what he meant. I never let him fuck my ass while someone was in my pussy. I tried it once with his father, and I couldn't handle it. But now! J. P. was at least Johan's girth if not his length. Oh shit!

"Wait! Oh, God! You're too big!"

A scream I thought would be deafening came from me, and it made no sound but my escaping breath. Six inches of oiled cock rammed up my ass, and my two holes felt like they'd rip and become one. Another scream started silently as Fred pulled back and thrust in even more of his length, then the scream took on a shrill voice. The next thrust met with a full throated shriek.

I was screaming bloody murder as they relentlessly filled me to bursting. My body was running on pure instinct and adrenaline, thrashing about and heaving up and down as I desperately tried to get away from the two thick invaders.

J. P. was laughing with cruel amusement. He grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them wide open for Fred who was determined to fit his whole cock in me no matter what. I was pleading and begging them to stop, but my words only came out in a continuous babble of vowels. "AhOhOwEeeYaa!"

I screamed myself to exhaustion. My lungs were burning, my throat hoarse from crying out, my ears pounding in time with my furious heartbeat, and I think I sort of passed out, or close to it.

When I got myself somewhat under control again, I realized I was laying n J. P.'s chest his thick shaft was buried to the hilt in my pussy, and... and holy shit!

"Oh, God! Fred?" I whimpered.

He pulled back and I could feel every splendid inch of him slide almost completely out of my ass. It hurt, but so good! The pressure inside me ebbed, and I wanted it to come back! Then he slid right in again, and I screamed, but not in pain. I had the most awesome orgasm I'd ever experienced. He moved in and out of me again and again, and my orgasm just kept going.

When that first wave of pleasure passed, the burning in my ass was my newest obsession. I heard myself mumbling over and over, "Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, thank you."

"Who are you thanking, slut?" J. P. Asked.

"You. Him. Both of you. Oh God. Please don't stop. Don't stop."

They didn't. I got put through the most exquisite torment as they rearranged my innards for so long, I actually did pass out. When I came around, they did me again and again until they couldn't get it up anymore.

I vaguely remember Fred saying goodnight to J. P., and giving him my contact info. Then I was being carried into the shower where I was revived from the dead. He washed me, dried me, and took me to bed.

When I woke up, I knew I had to stop this. Worshiping his cock was purely physical. I had to admit that to myself weeks ago. I loved his cock and wanted to keep loving it. But after that night, I realized this was no longer just about the sex. I wanted him. The way he looked at me, the way he treated me, the way he used me. I craved it like I craved water after a long jog.

I told myself I would end it. I would go home, and tell Willy all about what I'd been up to, and hope he could forgive me. And then, damn it! Fred touched me, and my body sang like I was possessed. All I needed was a touch in one of the many places he knew I liked, and I was on him white on rice.

We screwed every morning and every night for the rest of that trip, and I scolded myself every damned time! We flew back, and I told myself not to call Fred, or meet him at the hotel, or plan another trip. I wouldn't go into Chris's office for a morning blowjob or an evening fuck. I still had weeks before I planned my next trip to Atlanta. That would be my deadline.

I needed to find a way to confess everything before then. I needed to talk about this with my husband, and get it all out in the open. Now all I had to do was figure out how, when, and where.