One Year Internship Ch. 22 – Wk 49

CHAPTER 22

Week 49

I feel like I am going to go crazy. I am watching the clock, hoping it will move faster. I am refreshing the flight tracker on my phone, and Shana's plane is supposed to land any minute. I offered to pick her up in my new car, no, actually, I insisted that I pick her up in my new car. I fiddle with my phone, as I sit in the cell lot near the terminal waiting for her to text me that she is on her way out. After what seems like an eternity, I get the message that she is at the curb.

Even though I am not really supposed to, I park the car on the curb and run around to greet her. I know people are waiting, so my kiss and hug are briefer than I want them to be. I get back in the car and drive off as quickly as I can. I want to get her home as soon as possible, so we can show each other how much we missed the other.

During the ride, Shana catches me up on her time with her family. The most important thing of note is that she told her parents about me, even more specifically that we are dating. When I asked how that went, they told her that they wanted her to be happy, with whoever she chooses to be with. I am wondering if they would still feel that way, if they knew I had been fucking hundreds of people for the past year and had apparently turned their daughter into a little nympho.

"When are you going to tell your parents?" Shana asked.

I tried to concentrate on the road while looking embarrassingly into my lap. "Soon," was all I could muster. It is not that I am that worried about whether my parents would accept me choosing to be with another girl, but I have always been skittish about having grown up conversations with my parents.

Shana expressed that it was important for me to stay the night at her house. It would be a first, as the requirements of my internship have me at my corporate apartment nearly every night. Aside from sales trips here and there, this would be my third night away in almost a year. Shana's reasoning was that I needed to get comfortable with her apartment, as it was going to be my home for a few days as part of my cover for Derrick. I was more than looking forward to it. At least one night back in the real world.

Thinking ahead, I blocked off two hours after lunch the next day for a nap. I figured correctly that Shana and I would be up most of the night making up for lost time. Combine that with my addiction to working out every morning, means I only got a couple hours sleep before having to start an important work week.

I left Shana's house at four am, to get my gym time in and get showered before my seven am meeting with Steve. As I cleaned his cock from our morning sex, he commented how much he was going to miss our adventures after a few more weeks. I told him whatever new girl he hires to replace me will keep his cock serviced. As we got dressed, he told me that he had a promising meeting with a candidate later in the day, one that called as a result of a conversation with me on one of the college campuses. I showed him my crossed fingers as I left his office.

Walking back to my apartment to brush my teeth, I read a text on my phone from Shana letting me know that she was in my apartment waiting for me to return. When I opened the door, she ran to me, and we embraced. A few minutes of kissing ensued. I finally broke and told her I had another appointment to get to. She laughed and asked, "Are you sure you can't stay? I would love to kiss your cummy mouth some more."

A smile crept across my face. "No, I need to go service another person, my little cum-slut."

She replied, "Well, I cleared it with the others. I am planning on staying here all morning so I can taste your adventures for myself."

I smirked. She really was a little cum addict. "Okay. If you say so. But I need to go brush my teeth, because unlike you, my future appointments do not want to taste cum when they kiss me."

As Shana headed back to her computer on the kitchen table, she commented, "Well, they're missing out."

I brushed my teeth, and did some cursory cleaning of my pussy, and then headed to what was probably my last appointment with a guy name Eric. We met in a huddle room, and had a full hour booked. I think Eric knew this was the last appointment we were going to have. Before we got started, he expressed his love for me. I corrected him and told him he was in lust for me. Without disagreeing, he went on to explain that I am so different from his highly conservative girlfriend. I can deepthroat his long, skinny cock, and am willing to swallow his load. He even expressed his deep appreciation for letting him cum inside my pussy. He was experiencing none of these with his girlfriend.

I told him I appreciated his compliments, and that I was excited to service his needs. We got busy, and I sucked his long cock until he was hard as a rock. Then we fucked in multiple positions, until he finally exploded inside me, one last time. I carefully got dressed, making sure not to lose the creamy filling inside of me. We said our last difficult goodbye's and I headed to my apartment.

As expected, Shana was excited to see me. I knew what she wanted, but I played along in the game. She got up from the table and greeted me in the living room. After kissing me, and exploring me with her tongue, she stated, "You don't taste like cum. I thought you had an appointment?"

"I did," I responded, "but he did not cum in my mouth."

A sly grin came across her face. She reached down and pulled me over to the couch and almost threw me down on it. In record speed, she yanked off my wet panties and threw them away, spreading my legs. She looked down at my messy pussy like it was Christmas dinner. For the next several minutes, she ate my pussy like a seasoned pro, bringing me to an orgasm, and filling her mouth with her favorite cocktail - a man's cum mixed with my pussy juices. As she cleaned me up, I told her I needed to hurry as I had another appointment.

This went on all morning through lunch. I would have an appointment, and as soon as I walked back into the apartment, Shana would attack me searching for the remains of my sexual adventure, either by kissing my mouth, or licking my pussy. To demonstrate how much of a cum fiend she was acting like, she even dug in my ass after an anal appointment. For our own sanity, I was glad when my final appointment of the morning was over.

Instead of eating lunch, we spent the hour in the bedroom bringing each other to as many orgasms as we could. As we lay together, recovering from our session, Shana sarcastically asked, "Megan, are you sure you don't want to keep doing this internship?"

Not thinking she was serious, I played along. "Why would I want to do that Shana?"

She sat up to give me her full attention. It was cute to see her attempt to convince me it was a good idea. "Well, first off, the money is really good. Secondly, because of this role, you are in the best physical shape of your life. Thirdly, Steve is having a hard time finding a replacement for you. And lastly, and most importantly, I am very addicted to eating cum out of your pussy. How will I ever satisfy this need going forward?"

I started laughing. "All good points Shana. But no. We will have to find some other way to meet your needs, my little cum slut."

I pulled her down and we started making out once more. Our session was rudely interrupted by a phone call from Steve. I was going to ignore it, but Shana insisted I answer it. For once she was on the outside, only hearing one side of a conversation.

"Hello."

"Yes."

"I am in my apartment. Why? What's up?"

"You do. Okay. What do you need from me?"

"Uhhh. I need to look at my calendar."

"Oh, you already have it open. Well, what does it say Steve?"

"Right. I got it. Yes, I will do it. Where do you want me to meet her"?

"A conference room? As opposed to my apartment. What happens if this turns into like a full-on interview like I had?"

"Oh. The others are not available. Okay. So, she would come back later then?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I can be there in ten minutes."

"Well, if you must know, I need to get cleaned up from a sex appointment. You don't want me to meet with a potential intern candidate smelling like pussy, do you?"

"You're funny Steve. I guess that would be a good way to test her."

"Okay, ten minutes."

I hung up the phone and looked at Shana. She looked back at me with a hopeful look. She asked, "There is finally a candidate that is ready to talk to you?"

"I guess. Though, it is interesting that I came in for more information and ended up getting fucked by a half dozen people."

Shana smiled, "Lucky you."

I smirked back at her and pulled her in for one more kiss. "I need to go my darling."

I cleaned up quickly and headed for the corner conference room on the fourth floor. The meeting did not last long. A mere twenty minutes later, I was escorting her back to the lobby and wishing her well. I called Steve and said I was on my way to his office.

As I walked in, he asked, "What went wrong? What did you say?"

I took a seat in the chair opposite his desk. "I told her the truth Steve. You don't want me to lie, do you?"

"Well, no. But I had a good feeling about her."

"I think you were just hopeful. I could tell very early on that she was not going to move forward."

"What was her blocker?"

"Even though she likes sex a lot, she did not think she could have sex so many times every day."

"Maybe I oversold the other aspects of the role and undersold the sexual commitment."

"Definitely." I stood up and commented, "Keep looking Steve."

"I have another interview in the morning with another candidate."

I started to leave, and Steve called me back. "Do you have fifteen minutes? Maybe 20?"

"Steve, I already fucked you this morning and swallowed your hefty load. You can't tell me you want another round, in the same day."

Steve stood up and smirked. "I am feeling a little extra frisky. Do you have the time"

"I have fifteen minutes, and don't make a mess," I exclaimed.

It took me less than fifteen minutes to swallow his second load of the day and exit his office. The rest of the afternoon was filled with preparation for Derrick's imminent visit.

Tuesday morning was a lot like Monday morning, minus the sexual activities with Shana in between my appointments, of course. I did have lunch with Shana, and we actually ate this time. We needed to finalize our story, and options with Derrick, who was set to arrive late the next morning. As we were finishing the discussion, I got a call from Steve, telling me that he had another candidate for me to talk to.

This information session was also in the nice conference room on the fourth floor. I was quite hopeful, when I saw the candidate. I felt like she was the most enthusiastic of the several I spoke to the day I put up all the fliers. Unfortunately, I soon found myself escorting her through the lobby to the exit as well. A few minutes later, I sat in Steve's office once again.

Steve looked exasperated, "Looks like this one didn't work out either. I had an even better feeling about her than the one yesterday."

"I think you were more attracted to this one. It got into your head."

Steve smirked. "Okay. What was the blocker for this one?"

"She could not be with a woman, Steve. That is something you could of and should have investigated before she makes it to me."

"Are you sure she can't be with a woman?"

I looked at him sarcastically. "I kissed her Steve, and she hated it. No one hates my kisses."

He bowed his head in mock disgrace. "You're right Megan. But we are not getting many candidates. I am getting desperate. I felt like I wanted to make some progress."

"How many candidates are left in the pipeline?"

"uhhh. None."

"None?"

"None."

We sat there in silence for what seemed like forever, as we considered our options. Finally, I spoke up. "Did you ever reach out to my recommendation I gave you last week?"

Steve sparked up. "No! Oh shit. That's right!"

"Do you want me to talk to her or leave it to you?"

"I'll take care of it. Let me do it now."

I stood up and quickly headed for the door before he got any sexual ideas. "Let me know how it goes."

The afternoon flew by as we continued the final prep for Derrick and his team's arrival the next day. We were not quite done, when I told the team that I needed to leave to get to my final appointment with Stella. They giggled when I stated, "This is one appointment I do not want to be late for."

It was a few minutes before five when I walked into the admin area next to Stella's office. Seema was packing up her things, getting ready to close her workday. We were exchanging pleasantries when Stella walked out of her office. She was wearing a very nice, dark red dress, that accentuated her curves. The top held an open neckline, not showing too much cleavage, but allowing her necklace to be prominent. The dress came down to just above the knee, showing off her shapely calves above three-inch heels. The attire spelled professionalism. But I knew better.

My trance was broken as she told Seema to have a good evening. I did the same and watched her leave the space. Again, I was brought back to the present when Stella barked at me. "Megan, please book the other apartment on the fifth floor for us. I will grab my bag, and we can walk down."

I stood there for a moment processing her request. Not once, this entire year, has she asked to book the apartment for us. I pulled up my phone and opened our calendar. I had just saved the booking when Stella closed her door and walked towards me once more. "Let's go," she said as she walked past me.

As the elevator door closed, she simply stated, "For what I have planned this afternoon, I would like to have some more comfort. I hope you don't mind."

I shook my head, and we exited the elevator on the fifth floor. Even though this year has brought me many challenging experiences, I felt unprepared for what Stella might have planned. She was a wildcard in all the ways one could imagine. I scanned my badge to let us in.

Stella sat her bag down on the kitchen table and walked into the living room and sat in the chair adjacent to the couch. She gave me a look, intimating that I should join her. I walked over and sat on the couch and waited for what was next.

She quickly broke the silence. "Do you know why I sat in this chair Megan"

I replied, "It is a slightly more powerful position than sitting on the couch."

Stella smiled, "Very perceptive. You are as promising of a young talent as I have ever seen in my life Megan. You have inspired me and have made me want to put even more effort into training the young women in this company. I expect this to be our last meeting, in this context. After today, all of our future encounters will be boring, and of a completely professional nature."

I frowned a little bit. As harsh of a lover as Stella could often be, she made me better. For that I will always be thankful. But I will also miss her demanding nature. There is a small part of my sexual being that is submissive, and Stella knew how to push those buttons.

She continued, "I still want to mentor you, Megan as I want you to realize that great potential you have. We will have to figure out the schedule, as I expect I will dedicate some time to whatever new intern takes your place, and to my increased efforts for all the young women here."

I nodded my understanding and thanked her for continuing to help me grow. We spent the next twenty minutes talking. We had a small year in review, helping to truly understand how far I had come, and how much I had learned. She praised me many times, which was also new to me. I was really enjoying this new side of her. Our discussion closed by her walking through the topics of our continued mentorship. It was going to be less about functional aspects of the corporate world, and more about the soft skills. Things like knowing which chair to sit in and why.

Stella eventually moved her review onto our sexual adventures this year. She continued, "Megan, before we head into that bedroom for our final sexual experience, I want to commend you on the growth of your sexual abilities as well. As an executive leader in this company I have heard about some of the amazing things you have done on the sales trips, including the work that you did with Derrick. I have also heard of some of the challenging sexual things you have done this year, starting with that stunt Victor pulled in your interview, through the New Year's event, and totaling up the full eleven plus months of being available day after day, hour after hour."

I smiled. I was not sure why. I guess it was because of how important it was for me to hear that someone of her level recognized the effort and endurance it took for me to make it this far.

She continued, "And finally, I want to commend you on making it through a year with me. I am a very demanding, selfish, and usually intimidating lover. I feel that I was harder on you this year, than any of the previous interns. I did it in part because I am selfish, and I felt like it. But partly, it was because I was testing you, and you passed every single time. You took what I gave you, smiled, and maybe even enjoyed it. I also appreciated that you became comfortable enough to give it back to me. As part of our sexual trysts, I learned that I get turned on by my lesbian plaything pushing the envelope with me as well. I am not usually one to dole out tons of compliments, but you deserve them. I'm proud of you."

I am not sure my smile could have been any bigger. I thanked her for sharing these compliments with me. Before I could belabor the point, she stood up and reached her hand out. As I took it, she pulled me up, off the couch, and into her grasp. She leaned in and kissed me. It was not as aggressive as some of her actions, but definitely intentional.

When this kiss broke, she commented, "I think it is time we went into that bedroom and had some orgasms. What do you think?"

I nodded my agreement. "Anything you want mistress."

She smiled and turned toward the bedroom. Excitement started to build in my loins as I followed behind.

We were not in the room for more than ten seconds when she turned to me and said, "This evening is going to be special for both of us. I hope you remember it fondly." She turned, and asked, "Can you unzip me please?"

"Of course." I unzipped her nice dress, and she pulled her arms through and let it slide down her body. She turned to face me again, dressed in a matching black lingerie set. She pointed her finger at me, and expressed, "And don't you dare tell anyone about what happens here tonight. Including your executive admin girlfriend."

I did not respond. In my mind, I reconciled that anyone paying attention, would know about my relationship with Shana. My mind was still maneuvering when Stella leaned in and kissed me once again. I think it was mostly to get my attention, if not in part to get the sexual party started.

In a very unusual set of actions, we actually kissed passionately as we undressed each other. Soon we were naked and standing at the edge of the bed. Stella took my hand and pulled me onto the bed and pushed me down on my back. As I scooted away from her to the middle of the bed she crawled after me. Before I truly recognized what was happening, she was on top of me, resuming the kssing.

I wrapped my legs around her torso and ran my hands up her naked back. She ran her left hand up under my head and grabbed my hair. With a firm pull, my head tilted back, exposing my bare neck. Stella took advantage and attacked me like a vampire might. Her kisses were forceful but not damaging. Down my neck she went, sliding her body along mine as she went. To my breasts she went next.

Stella let go of my hair so she could grip my breasts. With one in each hand, she suckled each of them like a starving baby in search of a meal. I moaned softly as she pulled my full areola into her mouth. With uncanny suction, she French kissed my nipples, until each of them stood on end.

As she moved herself down my flat tummy, she spread my legs away from her. Over the entire year, I could count on one hand the number of times Stella pleased me orally. She got off on giving me an orgasm, but it was almost always with her fingers, or a dildo.

My heart started beating in anticipation, as Stella's face came even with my bare pussy. I was unsure, but hopeful, that she was going to taste me. I was not disappointed. She licked up the left side of my small pussy, pulling my tiny labia into her mouth. She repeated the other side and then made her way around my pussy licking and sucking various parts as she saw fit.

After she felt she had explored, and tasted me enough, she started to put effort into pleasuring me. She went back and forth licking my clit and tonguing my hole. Little by little she built my orgasm. She continued for the next several minutes, slowly teasing and pleasuring me, seemingly in no rush to bring me to an orgasm.

Eventually she added a finger, and then another. Soon she was fucking me slowly and deeply, as she spent more time on my clit. My moans became louder and more continuous. I could not believe it, but I could see that she wanted me to cum in her mouth. I held out, hoping to enjoy this unusual privilege that I had never had from her before.

Stella knew better and pushed the effort even more. She increased the pace of her fingers and her tongue, working to bring me off. I closed my eyes, and imprinted the moment in my memory, as I let myself go. I groaned and filled her mouth with my nectar. She moaned back at me and sucked me harder, as if she were truly enjoying my offering.

She slowed down and took her time cleaning and sucking my pussy. My wild hypothesis was confirmed as she crawled her way back on top of my body. "Megan, you have a very sweet pussy that tastes amazing. I wanted to make sure I remember it for a long time, as we will likely never be together sexually again."

As she spoke to me, she intertwined our legs and sat straight up. When she pulled my leg high, I knew what she was doing. It was pure electricity when our pussies met. There was plenty of slickness on both of us, so the tribbing began easily. She leaned down, pushing my leg against my body and squeezed my breast, pinching my nipple hard. Her pussy mashing against mine, in a slow methodic rhythm.

I closed my eyes and tilted my hips, trying to make myself as available as possible. Stella ground herself together with me for a long time, building her orgasm, and pleasuring me immensely. In a very fairytale way, after along steady build, we each had an orgasm one after the other. Stella kept us connected as each of our pussies pulsed in pleasure.

Without untangling our legs, she collapsed on top of me, kissing me hard. Stella drove her tongue into my mouth, reminding me that she was in control. We kissed for at least a few minutes, before she started to disconnect from me.

We sat next to each other in silence for a brief moment that seemed like forever to me. Part of my mind was processing the extensive effort Stella had put into pleasing me and making this more like lovemaking and less like fucking. This was a one of kind experience, for sure. The other part of my brain was quickly trying to determine the right thing to say or do next. My mind was blank.

Stella broke the uncomfortable silence. "You are a wonderful lover, my submissive little slut. However, our time is almost done. This is the one final time you get to bring me pleasure. Only this time, I am not going to tell you what I want. This time I want the student to show me what she has learned."

She looked at me with a sly grin. My mind continued to race. Then it hit me. I started to crawl off the bed. "I'll be right back. I want you doggystyle when I return." As I ran into the bathroom, I second guessed whether I should have been so demanding. It left my mind as I found what I was looking for and returned to find her with her ass high in the air. I smiled, as I ran through the playbook I was about to execute on her.

I put the grab bag onto the bed next to where I was going to operate. I started firstly, by feeling her sexy legs, all the way up to her supple ass. I was gentle and teasing, the opposite of what she normally likes, but I had a plan. I ran my fingernails up her hamstrings and over each cheek. As I continued to feel her body, I started planting kisses all over her legs, and ass.

I saw the goosebumps start to rise, telling me it was having an effect. I ran a finger along each side of her plump pussy and kissed her butt cheek. Then I ran a finger down the valley in between her cheeks, over her little star, and through her wet pussy. My tongue soon followed the path. It was time for the next phase.

My hands pulled her open, and I went to work. My tongue moved around her well known pussy, giving her a variety of pleasures. I knew she loved it when I would pull her sizeable labia into my mouth and batter it with my tongue. Same for her sensitive clit. Over and over, I switched between her pussy parts, and plunging my tongue into her tangy hole. Her moans told me I was doing a good job. She was ready for the next escalation.

I moved from her pussy to her tiny brown star and poked at it with my tongue. Stella moaned and shook her ass to taunt me. I accepted the challenge and set to giving her the best rim job she'd ever had. As I stuck my tongue deep inside her backdoor, she groaned at me, "You dirty little slut. Suck my asshole."

Before she could cum, my mouth went back to her pussy. I worked on it for a minute before moving back to her ass, even teasing her smooth taint as I traveled back and forth. Her breathing increased and she started moaning even louder. I stuck a finger in her ass and started sucking on her clit. She arched her back even deeper and sucked in a huge breath.

Over and over, I plunged a finger in and out of her ass, as my tongue pleasured her pussy. After a few moments, I switched, licking her ass, and fingering her pussy. The variety was keeping her on edge without pushing her over. Stella was ready for the next phase. As I moved back and forth, I was sure to leave a heavy dose of oral lubricant to support what was next.

I put two fingers in her pussy and my thumb in her ass, and moved them around, as I dug in the bag. She was still feeling good as I replaced the fingers in her pussy with a slick pink dildo. It was small, but a nice jump in size from what she was just getting.

Stella moaned as I continued to finger her ass, and dildo her pussy. This activity continued for a few minutes before I switched again. I slid the dildo into her ass, and slowly slipped it in, while my mouth moved to her pussy. The sensation of my sucking her clit, and dildoing her ass almost put her over. But I slowed down and soon stopped. She exhaled her air and let out a slight groan.

I reached in the bag and grabbed the ribbed purple dildo. Before losing too much momentum, I slowly pushed the new dildo into her pussy and started licking her ass. Again, her pleasure meter shot to the top. My goal was not to bring her off, but to keep her hovering, so I had to be careful not to push too hard.

The next phase had me pushing a dildo in and out of each of her hungry holes. Her moans got louder, and her breathing was erratic. I felt it was time to push her to the end. Without altering the motions, I repositioned myself underneath her, between her legs. As I continued to plunge her sexy holes, I began to lap at her clit. She expelled, "Oh Fuck me!"

Within a few minutes she was letting the rest of the building know she was cumming. I pushed the anal dildo all the way in and pulled the one in her pussy out. The juices from her orgasm started streaming from her pussy, all over my face. I tried to latch on and suck them in, but she was bucking like a wild horse. I started pounding her ass with the dildo and rode out the waves.

Her orgasm seemed to last a long time. Or maybe, it just seemed extreme as my face was a mess by the time she slowed down. She fell forward onto her stomach. I pulled the dildo out of her ass and went to the bathroom to clean up. I looked in the mirror and smiled. Part of me was recognizing how much my lesbian talents have improved over the course of the year. Part of me was excited that I pulled off a complicated challenge with Stella, the most difficult lesbian lover I had ever been with.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror, watching her juices fall from chin. I quickly cleaned up and left the bathroom. Stella was still on her belly, but she motioned for me to join her on the bed. I lay down next to her, kissing her shoulder, and rubbing her bare back.

Stella commented, "That was an amazing orgasm, different than any I have had before I think. It felt like I was squirting juices from my pussy. I'm not sure."

I laughed. "You did. My face was a mess. I had to go clean up."

She let out an unexpected giggle. "My goodness Megan. That was really amazing. It is not fair, or appropriate for me to ask you to continue being my lover. But, oh my, how good you have become."

She turned over onto her side to face me. We looked at each other briefly. Her face looked disheveled, as if she had just done ten miles on the track. She reached over, putting her hand behind my head, and pulled me toward her. Our lips locked, and she kissed me hard, passionate, and very sexually. Her kiss was filled with lust and aggression.

This began another hour of us pleasuring each other over and over, doing things we had never done before. We used all the toys I had in the little bag, and almost the entire tube of lube. We lay in the bed, side by side, breathing heavily after a marathon of lovemaking filled with countless orgasms, both of us imprinting this experience into our memories.

Finally, she broke the silence. "Megan, you are a special person, and an amazing lover. I will not ask anymore of you after this. I want you and Shana to have a genuine chance together. But I do want to continue to mentor you in the business world as I think you have the potential to really be great."

Somewhat surprised, and delighted, I responded, "I'd like that, Stella. That means a lot to me."

She rolled over, almost completely on top of me. Her big breasts mashed into mine. There was the smallest flash for a second, where I think both of us played out another hour of sexual pleasure. But then she forced it down. I reached up and pulled her down into me and kissed her, one last time. It was sensual, as a sign of appreciation and admiration.

When our kiss broke, she looked at me with soft eyes I had never seen before. "I will miss this," she commented, before rolling off of me and sliding off the bed. I watched her walk to the bathroom and close the door. My mind imprinted the special and unique experience I just had. Stella was a tough nut to crack, but I did it. It may never have been done before and may never be done again, but I did it. I smiled and reveled in my self-proclaimed accomplishment.

Stella came back out of the bathroom before my head could get too big. "I must call a close to our evening Megan. I need to get back to the grind. There is a lot to do before Derrick and his team arrive tomorrow."

She looked right at me. "I expect you still have some preparation left as well?"

I nodded in agreement. She dressed quickly, and before I knew it, she was looking down on me, still lying in the bed, naked. I took the hint and rolled out of bed and met her by the bedroom door. Eye to eye we stood. Part of me sensed the sexual energy still sizzling between us. But the always in control Stella won the battle. Her final comment to me was, "Thank you for this Megan. It was amazing. Remember what I told you."

Then she left the room. Two breaths later I heard the apartment door open and close. I stood there for a few minutes processing and cataloging what just happened. It was such a unique and weird experience, with the one person I never expected to have it with. I questioned what this meant for our interactions in the future. I wanted to make sure I was not reading anything wrong.

When I looked at the clock, a lot of time had passed. My mind had a lot to process. I got dressed, gathered up our toys and went to the bathroom to clean them up. By the time I returned to my apartment, it was almost ten at night. I needed to take a shower and get myself ready for an important next day. I sent a text to Shana and let her know the session with Stella ran long, but for all good reasons. I promised to tell her about it tomorrow, but that I needed to crash.

I grumbled when the alarm sounded at five am. I had to work hard, using all of my tricks, to convince myself to get out of bed. I decided a run was what I needed this morning, to process the previous day, and to prepare for Derrick's visit.

A couple hours later I walked into the lobby, having just finished ten miles on the greenway. My mind felt at ease, not only where I thought I was with Stella, but also laser focused on Derrick, and what needed to happen this week.

After a shower, I met the core team in product design area. My badge now had access, as I was soon to officially be one of them. We spent a couple hours finishing our preparation, on a number of topics that were on the agenda for the couple days their team was here. I had almost an hour before we were to leave and meet them for lunch, offsite.

I called Shana but she was unavailable. I went back to my apartment. As I sat in my living room, I had the weirdest feelings wash over me. This was a weekday, and it was almost noon, and I had not washed cum off of or out of my body yet. It was intentional, that I had no appointments on my calendar while Derrick and his team are here. Not only did this schedule feel weird, but I felt like I was having withdrawals.

I can't really explain it, but I started thinking of people who I could cold call and ask them to fuck me. A couple names came to mind. I looked at the clock. I didn't have time, especially if I needed to clean up afterwards. I bellowed an audible, 'Fuck,' and then went to the kitchen. I must have walked around the apartment a dozen times, as I considered whether this feeling was what it was going to be like once this internship was over.

Finally, I stopped. I sat on the floor, just outside the foyer. I crossed my legs and closed my eyes. I forced my overactive brain to quiet down. After about two dozen meditative breaths, I felt more under control. Without changing my pose, I directed my thoughts back to the Derrick game plan. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock again. It was time.

Not quite forty-five minutes later, we were seated in a nice restaurant, waiting for Derrick's group to arrive. They had landed and were in our provided car on the way to join us. We had just ordered drinks when they arrived. Greetings were passed. The groups knew each other virtually and had been working together for a few weeks now.

On the Tri-Star side, the primary person leading these activities this week was Sean, who is one of the primary Medical Directors over the space that Derrick and his team was going to partner with us on first. Also on the Tri-Star team, joining us in all the sessions, was Tabitha, a Finance Director under Stella.

On Derrick's side, he brought Ethan, who is his Finance Director, and Pete, who was an accomplished Medical Lead. The six of us would be present in all the sessions, even when we brought in other experts for certain topics.

If I am honest with myself, when I first saw Derrick walk into the restaurant, my mind drifted to when I was in Las Vegas. I could almost feel his cock entering me once more. My pussy got very wet, very fast. I literally shook my head to snap myself out of it.

Derrick approached me, and instead of a handshake like the others got, he hugged me and snuck in a kiss on the cheek. I smelled his cologne and felt his hand on the small of my back, and it instantly threw my mind for a loop. Lucky for me, there were others there and we were in a restaurant.

Lunch had little to do with business, and more about these key players getting to know each other. I found myself gazing at Derrick more often than I would have liked. The intellectual part of my brain knew that it was not because I was overly attracted to him, or that my sexual adventures with him in Vegas were that good. In fact, it was a very stressful week, where Derrick continually challenged me and put me in many compromising situations.

No, I was keenly aware that my lust for him right now was because it had been almost a full day since my pussy had been penetrated by a nice hard cock. My eyes went dim as I focused on remembering the sensation. A stiff cock, splitting my buttery folds. My tight pussy clamping down on the stiff rod. The smacking of the man's groin as he presses himself into me, over and over. The surges of pleasure that race through my body with each powerful plunge. The feeling of the hard manhood pulsing, as he shoots his cum inside my warm, velvety hole.

"Megan?!" My daydream snapped.

"Hi. Sorry. I was lost in thought."

Derrick snidely added on, "Must have been a good one. You had a lovely grin on your face."

I quickly rebounded. "Sorry. I had an amazing run this morning. Ten miles through a mostly wooded greenway that is near our office building. The breeze moving through the trees. The animals scurrying through the woods and across the trail. I was just thinking about how it was a wonderful start to my morning. I am sorry I got lost in thought."

The rest of the group nodded and went back to their conversation, but Derrick stayed focused on me. When our eyes met, he smiled. It was as if he knew what I was really thinking about. I needed to get myself more under control. I cannot let my growing horniness get in the way of this important business. I cannot let Derrick get inside my defenses. The plan I worked out with Shana had to be executed to keep our relationship professional.

Soon enough, we were back at Tri-Star. After a brief tour, we settled into the nice conference room on the fourth floor and got down to business. I was able to focus more on the topics we were on, and almost completely push all my sexual needs down. Derrick seemed highly engaged, and very focused on the business, so that helped.

After a couple hours of work, the group took a break and left to get refreshments. Derrick stayed behind and came over to the window where I was standing. He broke the silence, "I am excited for us to start this journey, you and I."

"You mean Tri-Star and Mondant?"

"In the bigger sense, yes. But you and I are the critical cogs that is going to make it successful."

I smiled. "Well, I can only speak for myself, and I am confident there are other people at Tri-Star that are going to be more responsible for any success than I will be."

Derrick took my hand in his and looked into my eyes. "I want this to be successful. It WILL be successful. And I genuinely believe you have an important part to play in this."

"We will see Derrick. We will see."

Derrick took a couple steps away and turned back. "You know, none of the other people from my company know about Vegas, or anything that happened there. They don't know how the deal came together. They do not know that you and I were a sexual item all week. None of those things."

He took two steps back towards me, and continued, "I am not that guy anymore. I am not a lazy, womanizing, immature guy anymore. I am focused, and serious about making this successful. Not because I am the CEO's son, but because I did the work and made it successful."

I was pleasantly surprised by his confession. "I believe you Derrick. I want to help you be successful, just like I said back in Vegas."

He smiled, "I know. That is why I am excited for us to begin this journey."

The rest of the group started filing back into the conference room, and business soon began again. Work continued for another few hours, into the evening. As we finished, we reviewed the plan for the rest of the visit. At this point, the group was ready for dinner.

Dinner was at a larger, posh restaurant, where Tri-Star rented out the room in the back. A few other leaders from my company joined the festivities, bringing the number in the group to twelve. Derrick sat next to me this time, different from lunch. In between ordering, eating, a few toasts, he focused solely on me the entire meal.

Some nervousness crept in, as I worried that my inexperience in the business world, would make its way out of my mouth. In hindsight, that was not my biggest challenge. Multiple times throughout the evening, Derrick touched me. It could have been passed off as innocent, at first. A small tap on the shoulder, a light touch of my forearm. With each one, my mind wondered to where this was going. I feel like I had seen this playbook before.

As the evening went on, and a few drinks had been consumed, his touching became more deliberate. I could not ignore it. On one hand, my rational brain maintained control, convincing myself that I was okay, and to stick to the plan. But my pussy was on fire. I was incredibly horny, after not having any dick for a day and half. My mind wanted to wonder to ways that Derrick and I could fuck. I stopped myself as I began to daydream about his cock pounding me into submission.

I excused myself from the table and headed to the bathroom. I didn't need to go, but I really needed some space. I took a dozen deep breaths as I looked at myself in the mirror. After a solid pep talk, I exited to find Derrick standing in the hallway outside the bathrooms. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Why do ask?"

Instead of answering my question, he leaned in and kissed me. My reaction only made partial sense. Time kind of froze. In a split second, I considered how to reject him, as I had a plan to keep, in an effort to keep our relationship purely professional. Simultaneously, I considered if we could get a quicky in the bathroom stall before heading back to the table.

I returned his kiss, so as to not be rude, but pulled away before it could escalate. I blurted out, "We can't do this."

"Can't do what?"

Exasperated I replied, "Kiss, date, fuck, anything. We can't do anything. You and me."

It seemed like an extreme response, but I was panicking. He smiled. "Megan, I like you. Even though I am not the playboy I once was, I have a special liking for you."

I blurted out again, "We can't. It is really important that we maintain a professional relationship."

He leaned in to kiss me again, and I pulled away. "We can't Derrick."

Derrick stood up and smirked at me. "In Vegas, you were able to separate some pretty intense sexual activities from some serious and important business. I am hoping for something in between. Something less sexually extreme, and something less intense on the business side. I know you are capable. You proved it."

He was right. I needed to bring in the other strategy. "I am in a relationship."

Surprised, Derrick responded, "You are? Were you in this relationship when you were in Vegas?"

"Technically, no. But we were involved. Listen, I had fun in Vegas. It happened. But I am now back in my hometown, with my girlfriend, happy."

"Girlfriend? I knew you were bisexual but would not have taken you to be locked down in a lesbian relationship. You like dick too much."

He wasn't completely wrong. "Listen, it is one thing for me to go a little wild when I am out of town. I mean, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas right? But it is a little different when my girlfriend expects me home soon."

Derrick looked to the bathroom door. "We can always have a quicky in there."

God, I am so tempted. Fuck, I am so horny! Damn it!

I took a very deep breath and looked at him hard core right into his eyes. In the firmest voice I could muster, I stated, "I want to have a completely one hundred percent professional relationship with you. It is critical for the success of this partnership. Do you understand?"

He nodded his head. Then I pulled him close to me and kissed him hard. When we separated, I told him, "It starts in ten minutes. Let's go."

I pulled him into the ladies' room and over to the farthest stall. I knew no one was in the bathroom as it was empty when I exited, and we were in front of the doors ever since. There was no foreplay. I bent over the toilet and pulled up my dress. He started unbuttoning his slacks and pulling them down. I pulled my thong to the side and tilted my ass for him. I was so wet he slammed into me easily. I could not control the moan that escaped my lips.

It was hot. It was amazing. It was just like the fantasy I had had earlier in the day. I came twice back-to-back before he dumped a huge load in my pussy. We both grunted as I felt his cock pulse and paint my insides. I was breathing heavily, enjoying the release I just had. He left himself inside me as we both recovered from our quick fuck. He finally pulled out of me, and I got myself organized. I was not sure that my thong would hold that load until I got to Shana's. I sat on the toilet and took his slimy tool into my mouth and cleaned him up, swallowing all the evidence. As he got his package put away, I commented, "We better get back to dinner before people start to wonder."

We made it through the rest of dinner, and I declined follow up drinks. I knew if I went to the bar with them, the fact that I am not twenty-one would unfortunately come out. Plus, I wanted to rush to Shana's and have steamy action with my girlfriend.

As we walked out of the restaurant, ready to go our separate ways, Derrick quietly asked me, "What are you going to do about that hot load of cum in your pussy?"

It would not have been wise for me to tell him that I was going to go home and sit on my girlfriend's face, and she was going to eat it out of me. I stated, "I'll figure it out on the drive home. Don't worry about me."

Thankful I had a car I rushed to Shana's apartment as fast as I could. I texted her on the way, telling her to be prepared for me. I let myself in with the key she gave me and headed for the bedroom, dropping my things on the way. I entered the room, and Shana was naked on the bed, slowly masturbating her tiny pussy. Oh my god, did a shiver of delight rush through my body.

I got undressed as quickly as I could and climbed onto the bed. Shana sat up to meet me and I shoved her back down and mounted her face. Within seconds, her mouth latched onto me, and I was in heaven. She licked me and sucked me and made love to me with her mouth. I came three times within five minutes, nearly drowning her in the process.

After my third orgasm, I fell off of her onto the bed, breathing even harder than earlier. Shana followed me and crawled on top of me. She leaned in and kissed me, swirling her tongue with mine. The kiss was sweet, borderline passionate. As she pulled away, she stated very matter-of-factly, "You had sex with Derrick, didn't you?"

Somewhat surprised I retorted, "How did you know? Do you recognize the taste of his cum?"

She laughed. "No. But you had sex with somebody. I definitely swallowed a lot of man juice in addition to your wonderful flavors. So, I just put two and two together."

She sat back on the bed. "Tell me what happened. Obviously, the plan we developed did not work."

I spent the next several minutes recanting the day, focusing on the fact that I was having serious withdrawals from not having dick for more than a day. It caused me to be weak and not say no when an opportunity was in front of me. I apologized to her for messing up.

She scooted close to me and kissed me. "I am not upset. I told you that I expect that you will still need to have sex with men, especially for a while after this internship is over. Maybe forever."

She kissed me again. "Plus, I like eating cum out of your pussy."

I smiled and fell back on the bed. "I am hoping that Derrick takes this as a one-time thing and honors my desire to have a completely professional relationship going forward."

There was a small pause before Shana asked, "What are you going to do tomorrow when you have no appointments, and it gets to be later in the day and your horniness overflows again?"

"I don't know. I will think about it in the morning."

I pulled her down to me and we spent the next hour making each other cum over and over.

The next morning came too soon. I forced myself to get up and make it to the gym. Even though I did not have a seven am appointment, I was there early and getting my work in. I was done working out before eight. As I was stretching, I considered how I was going to get my needs met during the day. I ran through a list of regulars in my head. Who could I cold-call?

I dug out my phone and dialed. "Steve, are you in the office"

"You will be? How long?"

"Do you have a meeting or anything you need to get to?"

"Not until nine. Fantastic. Can I ask a favor?"

"Can you meet me in my apartment as soon as you get here?"

"Thank you!"

I had a plan.

I hurried to my apartment and jumped in the shower to rinse the sweat off of my body from my workout. I had just dried off from the shower when I heard the doorbell. I ran to the door and opened it wide. The look on Steve's face was priceless. "Why are you answering the door naked Megan?" he asked.

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him into my apartment and closed the door. Before he knew what was happening, I was on my knees digging into his slacks. He barely got two incoherent words out before my mouth was on his cock, getting it ready for action.

Very quickly I got him hard as a rock. I stood up and exclaimed, "I will explain later. Fuck me!"

I bent over against the wall, and he lined himself up and pushed in. I groaned as I felt his meat split my hungry pussy. "Ahhh, that's what I needed. Fuck me, Steve. Hard!"

It only lasted a few minutes, but it was enough for round one. He pounded me to one orgasm before he squirted his first offering deep into my sweet hole. I pushed him off of me and led him, and his dripping cock to the bedroom. It was slightly funny to see him trying to hold up his slacks so he could walk, while his dangling cock swayed to-and-fro.

Once we got into the bedroom, I helped him get undressed. He kept asking me what was going on, and I kept putting him off. "I will explain. I promise."

We went at it hardcore for the next thirty minutes. He gave me a few more orgasms, and I pulled two more out of him. As we lay in bed recovering from our frantic lovemaking, I explained the situation to him and thanked him for helping me out.

He laughed, and commented, "I am here to help you be successful. That includes me loaning my cock to you if you really need it." We both laughed and took a deep breath.

I looked at the clock and told him that I needed to get cleaned up. He commented that he needed to as well. We shared a shower, trying our best not to start anything else sexual. We both made our nine am meetings on time.

The day went by quickly. I developed a plan that I stuck to this time. Our meetings were productive, as we brought in several experts to work through some of the details each side needed to proceed forward with the partnership. I had lined up an outlet for each of our breaks.

For the eleven am break, I called number three on my spontaneous list. We met in a huddle room, where he fucked me for almost ten minutes, before he pulled out and shot his load in my mouth. I happily swallowed his offering down and reveled in the orgasm he gave me. A quick brush of the teeth, and a quick freshen up, and I was only a few minutes late to the reconvened meeting.

I excused myself from lunch, and asked Ashley to meet me in Apartment two, where we licked each other for the full hour. She got overly excited when I asked her to fuck me with the two dildo's I had planted in that apartment. I was nearly worn out by the time we shared a shower to get cleaned up.

For the afternoon break, I was back in a huddle room, getting fucked well by one of my favorite guys in finance. Again, I took his load in my mouth requiring only minimal cleanup.

As I returned to the conference room, Derrick approached me and asked where I kept running off to. I laughed as I replied, "I am a horny little bitch and have been running off so I can get fucked over and over."

He laughed out loud and then asked, "No really. Where have you been running off to?"

I looked at him with a very serious face. "I have a day job in addition to this event. I am just trying to keep that one moving as well."

He looked at me with a little bit of a doubtful look. But he accepted my explanation, and we went back to the session.

Soon we were at dinner once more. This time Mondant was sponsoring. They chose the place and arranged the outing. It was just as nice as the one we had the previous night. Derrick sat next to me again, and I felt that the evening went much the same way.

Derrick continued to flirt with me and touch me. This time it was more aggressive and started even sooner than before. I quietly told him to behave himself, as we were supposed to have an agreement. Finally, I told him I needed some air. He joined me outside.

I asked him. "Why do you keep doing this Derrick? I know I made it clear what type of boundaries we needed to have."

He walked closer to me and looked me in my eyes. His were soft and almost pleading. "I cannot resist you, Megan. You are super smart, young, exciting, sexy as hell. And oh my god, can you perform like a sexual champion."

While I appreciated his compliments, I needed to try to hold firm on the boundaries. "I appreciate you thinking so highly of me. But I am not looking for a relationship. I already have one."

"With a woman. Can't I just be your outlet when you need some dick? I know you still need some dick once in a while. You are entirely too good to go without."

There was a lengthy silence as I contemplated what he was suggesting. I did need dick sometimes. More than he knew. "I need to think about it. Why don't you rejoin the table, and I will be back shortly."

I walked around outside and eventually called Shana. We discussed the various scenarios, and finally we came to an agreement. I went back to the restaurant and rejoined the table. The group was in the midst of a slightly intense discussion on sports. I sat patiently and waited for it to die down. When it finally did, people were mostly ready to close out for the night. We had an early start the next morning.

Derrick lingered, waiting for direction. I told the rest of the group that I would give him a ride. When we got into the car, I told him what I wanted.

"Derrick, I like you. I like having sex with you, but I don't want to have some expectation that every time I see you, we get right back to it. This job, this role, is very important to me, and I do not want to do anything to mess it up. My relationship is important to me as well. I don't want whatever you and I do, to mess that up either. So, tonight, I am going to drop you off, then I am going to go home to her."

Derrick sat in silence for a moment. Then he replied, "Megan, I like you. I stated that many times. That has not changed. I will honor your decision, even if I don't think it is what you really want. But before we part for the night, I want you to remember a couple things. First, I will likely always be interested in having sexual fun with you. Tonight, tomorrow, next month, next year. So, if you should change your mind..." He left it open for me to fill in the obvious blanks.

"Second, this partnership, and the things we are looking to accomplish, is very important to me as well. It is my opportunity to get out from my father's shadow and do something great without him. I would not do anything to jeopardize that. My parting opinion is that I think we can have sexual adventures once in a while without it effecting our working relationship. You and I are smart enough and mature enough to figure that out."

I let that hang there for a moment before I closed. "Thank you for understanding. We will see what the future beholds."

I drove him back to his hotel. Before getting out, he offered one more time to come upstairs and have some fun. He even offered to eat my pussy. I reminded him that I had a girlfriend at home that was quite good at that. As I drove back to Shana's apartment, I was both proud of myself for holding firm to my boundaries, but also sexually frustrated, as I could have really used some dick.

Shana was surprised to see me so soon, and disappointed that I did not bring her a pussy full of cum. We made do, licking and fucking for a couple hours anyway before drifting off to sleep.

Our final day, Friday, with the Mondant team was very productive. By the time they needed to leave for the airport, we had a detailed action plan for the next three months. I walked the team to the lobby, giving handshakes to the larger team. I gave Derrick a hug and told him we'd be in touch. He replied, "Remember what I told you."

With them gone, I could get back to my normal routine. I skipped lunch and immediately ran to apartment two. I had set up a long appointment with Frank and Arthur from sales. I told them each to bring a friend. I was not disappointed. I spent the next two hours making up for lost time. The four guys fucked me in every position, in every combination, and in every hole. After two hours of pure sexual fun, I lay in the bed exhausted, with cum leaking out of my pussy and my ass. My mind was finally at ease.

The guys gave me their appreciation before letting themselves out. Unlike my interview with these guys the first time, I did not pass out asleep. Notch one for my improved endurance. My phone rang, and when I looked it was Jeff. I answered.

"Jeff, it is unusual for you to call me on my cell phone. What's up?"

He replied, "Hi Megan. My afternoon just opened up and I am wondering if you might be available, like maybe right now? I know you only have a couple more weeks left, and I want to get in as many fun times with you as possible."

I looked down at my body, still covered in cum, and sweat, and giggled. Jeff asked me what was so funny.

"To answer your question literally, yes, I am available. But I just finished up an appointment with a few of your sales colleagues. So, I would need to get cleaned up."

"Sounds like fun. Where are you then?"

"I am lying in the bed in apartment two."

"I bet that is a sight to see."

I giggled again. "Well, hypothetically, you could come see it."

"Could I? Really?"

As odd as it was, I thought what the heck. "Uhhh. Yeah. You could. You'd have to come right now though. The cum is starting to dry and I kind of want to get a shower."

"I'll be right there. Crack the door for me."

I forced myself to get out of bed, causing some cum to streak down my body. By the time I got to the front door, cum was running down the insides of my legs. I did not quite realize how much of a mess the four sales guys left me in until now. I was second guessing letting Jeff see me like this. I shrugged and went back to the bed, after cracking the front door.

It could not have been more than a few minutes before I heard the front door open. Jeff called for me and I told him I was back in the bedroom. I was not surprised that he found Bob and had him come along. But to my surprise, he brought another guy I had not met yet. Slightly awkward way to first meet a person.

Jeff's smile made it all better. He gazed at my naked, sweaty, cum covered body and commented, "What a delight. Megan, you look so sexy. I really don't have a fetish to mess with another guy's cum, but I am turned on at the thought of adding my cum to your well covered canvas."

Bob smiled and added, "Me too. Oh. By the way, this is Bernard. He just joined Tri-Star a few weeks ago. That is why you have not met him before."

I looked at Bernard. He was a bit skinny, with a bushy mustache. He looked a little disheveled. He seemed to be taller than either Bob or Jeff. I was not sure what to make of him, but in my current aroused state, the more the merrier.

Bernard commented, "Hi Megan. Uhhh, it is unusual to meet someone quite like this. I am not sure how you got this way, or why you want us here. But Bob here told me that there would be an incredibly sexy woman interested in meeting us, so I came along."

I smiled. "It is nice to meet you, Bernard. I'll let Bob and Jeff explain to you what my current role is later. For now, let me just tell you that I am still a bit horny, even though I just had fun with some of your sales colleagues. I was going to shower and get cleaned up before going in search for more action. But Jeff here, intervened."

Jeff started getting out of his clothes, indicating to the others that they needed to do the same. He replied, "You bet I did. I am going to add to that sexy mess.

Soon, three naked guys, surrounded the bed, and started stroking their cocks. "Alright guys. What do you want? I aim to please."

Bernard in a very bold way asked, "I'm the new guy. What is available to us?"

"You can fuck me in any of my three holes, but I should warn you, there is already a sizeable load of cum in my pussy and another one in my ass."

Jeff commented, "Can't we just get a blowjob and then cum on you some more"

"Absolutely," I replied.

So that is what they did. They moved me where they wanted me, so that my head was on the edge of the bed. They took turns fucking my mouth. At that angle, their cocks went down my throat with ease.

After what seemed like a long time, with them continuing to switch out, it seemed they were ready to cum. I had Bob in my mouth when Jeff grunted and started shooting ropes all over my tits. Even though I already had cum on my tits, his felt fresh and wet.

Jeff finished up and stepped away. Bob took his place and started jerking his cock. Bernard stuffed his small dick back into my mouth. I was sucking him in when I heard Bob yell, "Move Bernie!"

He pulled out just as Bob started shooting his cum on my face. I guess he was taking advantage of there already being cum on my face, to add to it. Several shots later, Bob stepped away, leaving Bernie to pop last. He pushed his cock back into my mouth and fucked it with intention.

Maybe a couple minutes later he pulled out and his dick exploded. Cum started spraying out, in every direction. New spots of cum landed all over my upper torso and face. Bernie kept cumming and cumming, as if he had been holding onto it for years. Jeff and Bob cheered him on as he finished his orgasm. Between the three guys, I had quite the second or third layers of cum on my upper body and face.

The guys celebrated a little bit before I told them they needed to take the party elsewhere, as I needed to get showered. They agreed and quickly got dressed and left the apartment. As soon as they were gone, I found my phone and dialed my favorite person.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked.

"Paperwork. Why"

"I have a surprise for you, but you need to rush to apartment two as fast as you can."

Shana gasped. "Is it what I think it is?"

"Not exactly, but I think you'll love it anyway."

"I will be right there. Don't move."

For the second time in one hour, I was waiting for someone to come into this bedroom and see me lying here covered in cum. Shana was true to her word and was there lickety split. She let herself into the apartment and hurried to the bedroom.

As she entered, she gasped. "Megan! Oh, my goodness. What happened to you?"

"Why don't you work to clean me up and I will tell you the story."

"I have to hurry. I don't have much time."

Shana started licking and sucking all over my body. She used her fingers to clean off my face, before kissing me several times. Within ten minutes, she had cleaned up all the main areas she could see.

I commented, "There is a bunch in my pussy and my ass too."

"Oh goody!" she exclaimed and went hunting. As per usual, she brought me to one nice orgasm and almost a second while she cleaned up my cummy holes.

When she finished, she sat back on her feet with a huge grin on her face. "Did that make you happy?" I asked.

"Very. Now tell me how you ended up like this."

I told her the story of my appointment with the four sales guys, and then getting a call from Jeff. Part of her was excited because she loves to suck down the cum from my sexual adventures. Part of her was shaking her head that I was the one who initiated this action, when I had no scheduled appointments on my calendar. This was a topic that I assumed we would get back to at some point.

She got off the bed and worked to get herself presentable again. As she gathered up her things, I reminded her, "We need to leave the office by six. I have a surprise for us tonight."

She grinned. "Is it a sex surprise."

"Maaaaaybeeee. I'd suggest you have a clean pussy just in case."

She laughed. "My pussy is always clean, just in case."

She winked at me and exited the bedroom, and then the apartment. I got out of bed, and did some kosher cleanup of the bedroom, and myself. I put in the request to have the room cleaned before heading to my apartment for a shower. I had a date to get ready for.

I wondered up to the eighth floor at a quarter to six. As I wondered around looking for Shana, I ran into multiple people I knew and said hello. I found Shana in the conference room with Jon, where they allowed me to interrupt. Before whisking Shana off, Jon asked if we could do a debrief Monday morning on the Derrick visit. I agreed, and we were off.

As we walked to the car, Shana asked a ton of probing questions about our evening plans. I told her a few things, but not everything. I wanted some of this evening to be a surprise. It was fun for me to drive us, in my car, to one of my favorite restaurants. I led Shana through to a table in the corner, where an old heartthrob of mine was waiting.

Before this role, I was too shy to talk to him. He was the popular guy in school, and I was, well, not popular. But several weeks ago, I reached out to him and asked if we could reconnect. I was already going to be out of the office, into the real world. He accepted and we had a fun afternoon that concluded with him fucking my brains out and giving me a couple loads of his delicious cum. We have stayed in contact ever since.

I got our evening started with introductions. "Greg, this is my girlfriend, Shana. Shana, this is Greg, and old high school classmate of mine, who I was able to reconnect with recently." They shook hands and found their seats at the table. I smiled, as I found their shaking hands amusing, when hopefully Greg would be plowing his big dick into her very hungry pussy in a couple hours.

Greg and Shana seemed to hit it off immediately, which was a good thing. I was not even disturbed as the high school stories only further showed the gap between Greg and me. I recovered nicely by stating that things have changed, and we were no longer in high school. My elevated confidence was on full display.

The only unusual thing was trying to navigate the cover story Shana, and I have, melding some truth and some fiction. Luckily for us, there was a lot of flirting, and redirecting to sex talk. In fact, at one point, Shana simply stated, "I know that you and Megan hooked up some weeks ago. I want to hear the sorted details."

"Shana!" I exclaimed. "Why would Greg tell sex details to a person he just met, who is now the girlfriend of the person he would be telling sex details about?"

Shana just giggled. A bit more talk ensued before I finally dragged her away to the lady's room. Upon entering, she asked, "Am I in trouble?"

I looked at her. She was lovely and pathetic. I didn't say anything before she started pouting, "I am so out of practice. I have no game anymore."

I hugged her and gave her a loving kiss. "Let me take care of this and you just follow my lead."

We returned to the table and our dessert had arrived. I started sending out mad flirtations, and Shana followed suit. The three of us shared the goodies, even feeding each other. I started to touch Greg more, and again, Shana followed my lead. Soon enough Greg picked up the hint and was returning his interest.

I felt the evening was going as planned so finally I asked Greg if he would be interested in returning to our place for some after dinner beverages. As any young, smart, horny man would do, he accepted. Shana gave him the address and we swiftly left the restaurant.

When we arrived, Greg and I parked on the couch and Shana went to the kitchen to make some drinks for us. Taking advantage of being alone, I leaned in and kissed Greg. He quickly returned the kiss. It was somewhat rushed, but still sexy. In between kissing, I made comments to him to maybe lead him onto what might come about this evening.

"I like you, Greg. I think Shana likes you too." More kissing.

"But you two are together, what the heck?" More kissing.

"I love Shana, and we will continue to be together. But I love dick too." More kissing.

"But what about Shana? We can't exactly get busy right now."

"It has been a long time since she has had any dick, but she really wants to get some. Do you think you could help her out?" The kissing began to get more intense. I could tell he liked the idea.

"But what about you? We are the ones kissing right now."

I pulled back. "You're right."

I stood up and went into the kitchen and told Shana to go out and sit next to Greg and see what happens. She looked at me weird, and I exclaimed again, "You do want some dick, right?"

She nodded.

"You do like Greg, right? Like you might be attracted to him?"

"He is really hot."

I handed her two drinks and told her to get out there and get things started. She took them and left the kitchen. It was a weird feeling to send my girlfriend into the living room to hopefully get Greg to fuck her. I shook my head thinking 'this is my life.'

Shana came on incredibly strong, coming just short of propositioning him. It was enough for him to get the hint and lean over and kiss her. Shana had teenage nervousness flowing through her body, but her lust forced her to overcome it. Their first kiss was sensual and quickly turned to sexual. I stood in the doorway of the kitchen and watched them with a smile.

After a few minutes of kissing, Shana crawled onto his lap straddling him. The kissing and touching continued. It was erotic watching my sexy girlfriend making out with someone else. Before this moment, I was not sure how I would feel about it, but I would be a huge hypocrite if I fuck other people, and then not let her do it. I felt a sense of relief that not only was I okay with it, but it was turning me on.

I saw that they had started to take clothes off, so I thought it was time for me to intervene. I walked over to the couch and softly cleared my throat. They stopped kissing, and Shana looked at me. She had a lustful, impatient look on her face. I suggested we all move to the bedroom where it would be more comfortable.

I took the chair in the corner and let them go at each other. They rolled around on the bed, kissing and shedding clothing. Greg is a pretty big guy, with big hands, and watching him work over my tiny girlfriend was amusing.

Before I knew it, they were naked, and Shana pushed him over onto his back. She quickly moved between his legs, gripping his sizeable manhood. I could see her excitement as she stroked up and down his huge eight inch erection. She was gazing at it in appreciation of the glorious piece of meat that it was. I shuffled over and kissed Greg, distracting him from what was about to happen.

Greg broke our kiss and moaned loudly. I looked down and saw Shana shoving his cock as far into her mouth as she could. Greg closed his eyes as she started to move up and down his shaft. With Greg taking in the suction of my girlfriend's mouth, I watched her. Her technique proved that she had experience. She was bobbing up and down and stroking his shaft in rhythm. As I listened to Greg's soft moans in my ear, I enjoyed watching the show in front of me.

Shana came off of his dick, moaning, and breathing heavily. "How do you like that big dick, Shana?" I asked.

"I love it. Oh my god I can't wait to taste is his load in my mouth." She started jerking his cock harder. "Give it to me Greg. Cum in my mouth." She went back down on his cock, even deeper this time, obviously trying to finish him.

It did not take long before Greg succumbed to her efforts. He groaned and pushed his waist off the bed. Shana moaned loudly as his hot cum filled her mouth. I watched in wonder as Shana took her favorite medicine right from the source this time. She gulped and slurped over and over until every drop had been extracted. I slid down Greg's body, coming even with Shana.

When she finally pulled her mouth off of his cock, she looked at me with a big smile. I kissed her, our tongues twisting and poking. I loved her. Especially in this moment. I could see how happy she was to have a dick in her possession again. Neither of us knew how much she truly missed it until now.

When our kiss broke, I commented, "Mmmm. You taste good Shana. I can see why you like it so much."

Shana giggled and then looked at Greg. "Do you think he can give me another one or two of those?"

Greg smiled and responded, "I'll see what I can do. But I need to do something else first."

He reached over and took ahold of Shan's leg and spun her around onto her back. Shana replied, 'Oh my,' as Greg settled between her legs. Her smile quickly went to an 'O' face as he latched onto her tiny pussy and began to eat her. Once they were settled, I started tweaking Shana's sensitive little nipples. It did not take long before she moaned through her first orgasm.

After her second orgasm, she reached around my waist and pulled me toward her. I read her mind and straddled her face. It was an exciting scene to be a part of - with Shana on her back, Greg orally pleasing her pussy while I rode her face. Shana was too distracted to bring me to an orgasm, but I'll forgive her inability to multitask this time.

Greg had done some fine work, giving Shana three orgasms in maybe twenty minutes, before Shana finally tapped out. She expressed, "I absolutely need some water." She crawled off the bed and as she headed for the kitchen added, "I will grab each of you a bottle as well."

Once she was out of hearing range, Greg asked, "What the...?"

I stopped him short. "She really likes you and wants to fuck you. I want you to fuck her. But it has been several months since she has had a real dick inside of her, so go gently with that big monster of yours."

He maintained his slightly confused look on his face. "Uhhh. Okay. What about you?"

"I'll join in as the opportunities present themselves. Consider me a supporting actor."

Shana came back in and distributed bottles of water. "Come on, I need each of you to stay hydrated, so you can keep supplying me with yummy cum." She looked at Greg, "You're not done, are you?"

His confused look had not changed. "Um. No. I don't think so. No. Definitely not."

Shana crawled back on the bed, moving her way over to Greg and pushed him onto his back. "It is my turn to do some work. Megan, are you interested in helping me?"

I knew what she wanted. We both moved between his legs and began to bring his manhood back to life. Once he was rigid again, which did not take long, Shana kissed her way back up his chest and swung her leg over his torso. I could faintly hear her tell him that she was about to fuck him.

I smiled as I watched my girlfriend take control to get what she wanted. It was that girl that I knew and loved. She rose a bit and angled his erection at her ready hole. After moving the fat head of his cock around her tiny opening, she finally started the plunge. Her face contorted as she tried to take his thick eight inches into her tight tunnel. Little by little, she gained ground by moving her hips and pushing her ass down. "Pinch her nipples Greg," I ordered.

Greg complied and reached up and gripped both of her tiny titties in his big hands. With a sly move, he pulled her nipples in between his index finger and his thumb and began to swirl them around. Shana rolled her head back and moaned. For the next few minutes, she moved up and down, over and over, groaning and saying mostly incoherent phrases like, "big dick feels so good" or something that sounded like "thick pole is splitting my body."

I could no longer hold out. I felt that it was time for me to get involved, so I crawled to the other end of the bed and mounted Greg's face. 'Why not get some pleasure myself' I thought. Greg immediately went to work on my wet pussy, while Shana continued to try to tame his big sausage.

Several minutes into this adventure, Shana stopped moving up and down and just shook. She started chanting, "Oh fuck" over and over. I smiled as I watched a powerful, penetration induced orgasm rack her body. Greg stopped licking me to groan. I crawled off of his face, and heard Greg exclaim, "Ah fuck." The next minute went by in slow motion. Shana's orgasm squeezed Greg so tight that it pushed him over the top and he started squirting his load inside of her, which in turn caused her orgasm to lengthen. I sat next to them and watched as they both groaned, and shook, experiencing a shared orgasm.

Shana then collapsed on top of Greg. I let them regain their breath before I helped Shana slide off of Greg and onto her back. Her face was all sweaty, like she had just run a marathon, but her smile was as big as the moon. I whispered to her, "I'll be right back."

I had work to do. I started with Greg. It was a new experience to suck a guy's dick and taste Shana's sweet pussy on him. It was something I could get used to, for sure. I cleaned him up quite nicely, and kind of ignored the fact that he was still mostly erect. I was dreaming of cleaning Shana up too. It was another thing that she had done to me a million times, but never the other way around. I crawled over to the other side of the bed and made my way in between her legs. Her pussy was slightly gaped open, and her lips were still plump, with a little bit of tasty cum leaking out. I gently began the efforts to clean all of the shared juices I could find.

I was maybe halfway through my efforts when I felt Greg behind me. I had not thought about what an inviting opportunity it was having my ass high in the air like it was. Greg quickly slid his cock into my wet pussy and began to fuck me doggystyle. After all of this foreplay, it felt amazing. It was because of all of my practice, that I was still able to concentrate on Shana's pussy while getting mine served.

I worked on Shana's sensitive pussy, listening to her sweet moans, as Greg skillfully fucked mine. As much as I was enjoying the attention from Greg, I wanted to make my girlfriend cum in my mouth. With her pussy now cleaned up, I set forth the motions. I slid two fingers into her slick opening and started battering her clit with my tongue. Her sweet moans quickly turned into a gasp, and then a long groan.

Shana ran her hands into my hair and pulled me into her pussy. Her legs unconsciously closed around my face. Greg gripped my hips and started to fuck me harder. I was not to be deterred. My concentration would not be broken. I focused even more intently. My efforts paid off because not long after, Shana's leg shook, and she filled my mouth with her sweet juices. As I swallowed her sweet nectar, Greg pushed in one last time and emptied himself inside me. It was a moment of raw, pleasurable sex.

We all took a break, refreshed our drinks, and reminisced at what we just went through. I felt it only fair to give Greg some time to recover after three orgasms. But he was quickly ready again. For the next couple of hours, Greg continued to try to service us. I was happy to let Shana take most of the action. This evening was about her. Greg fucked her a few more times, in several different positions. I included myself where it made sense. I was starting to get attached to sucking cum out of her sweet pussy and kissing her cummy mouth. Finally, Greg tapped out and said he was done. Shana begged him to stay the night, and he quickly agreed.

I looked at the clock before closing my eyes, and it was just after midnight. It had been a long day, and I was ready for sleep. A few hours later, I was jostled awake. I opened my eyes to see Shana smiling at me as she was rocking ever so slightly. As the scene became clearer it was apparent that Greg was fucking Shana from behind. I could tell she was so happy. We closed the gap and kissed. As we parted, she whispered, 'I love you.'

I settled in and enjoyed watching the action in front of me. It was low key, and I had no real desire to get involved. It was not long before Greg grunted and emptied his load inside my girlfriend again. Without any hub bub, we were all asleep again in no time.

The alarm went off at five am as usual, and even though I was not in the mood to get up, I did. I was committed to working out every morning, even on the weekends. I was up and out of the house within twenty minutes. As I drove the fifteen minutes to the Tri-Star facility, I was picturing this as being my everyday routine soon. I acknowledged the added inconvenience but accepted it and headed for the gym.

My workout was solid, even though I spent most of my time thinking about Shana and our experience last night. I wondered openly about how it would change our future relationship. Would she now suddenly want dick all the time? Would threesomes become a thing of our future? Was Greg going to become a regular fuckbuddy for us? I did not know any of these answers. Only time would tell.

After ninety minutes in the gym, I packed up and headed for my apartment. I took a shower and changed my clothes. I wondered if I should head back to Shana's or let them have some time without me. It was a much harder decision that I thought it should be. Finally, I just left. I second guessed myself all the way back to Shana's. So much so, I took a detour to the grocery store and bought some things for breakfast. No matter what I came back to, crispy bacon would make it better.

When I arrived at the apartment, I opened the door quietly, in case they were still asleep. It could not have been further from the truth. Immediately, I heard moaning, and bodies slapping. I sat the grocery bags down and walked quietly towards the bedroom. The door was already open, so I peeked in. I smiled a bit as I took in the scene.

Shana was on all fours, her face mostly dug into the bed, her ass up high, her back with a deep curve. Greg was upright on his knees behind her, his hands gripping her hips. The smacking sounds I heard when I came in were a result of Greg pummeling my tiny girlfriend. With each thrust, he was pulling her slim body into him, their bodies clashing together in with noisy destruction.

His chest was clinched, and firm. His wide body looking so enormous, hovering over his tiny conquest. His arms were pumped, as the continuous rows were having an effect. Greg had a look of concentration on his sweaty face. Not only was he working hard, but he seemed to be trying to hold off his own orgasm as long as he could.

My eyes moved to Shana. I could not see her face as it was looking the other way and dug into the bed. But I could hear her over the skin slapping. She was moaning loudly and in sync with the thrusting. I could tell she was feeling very good. My eyes slowly moved up her back. She had a little sheen of sweat in the crevice over her spine, gathered from what looked to be a long sexual event. I could clearly see her two dimples accenting her tailbone, just above Greg's thumbs. Her ass jiggled every time their bodies came together.

My gaze was altered, as I heard Shana scream out, "Fuck me harder! I'm going to cum!" Greg gripped her hips and fucked her as hard as he could. Her moans were continuous until she hit her peak. Her orgasm was powerful and loud. I briefly considered whether she was waking up the whole apartment complex. I don't think she cared.

Greg finally slowed down and gave a few more powerful pumps. His face squinted, and he leaned back. His loud groan competed with Shana, as his orgasm filled up her tiny box. I was turned on by their animalistic sounds, and the display of raw sexuality. I was tempted to touch myself, but I resisted. I could barely wait for them to finish so I could go clean them up and taste the spoils of their activities.

Their bodies finally parted. Greg took a few steps back and sat in the chair that was in the corner. Shana fell forward, lying completely flat on the bed. I scuttled over to Greg and sank between his legs. His eyes were closed, and he barely acknowledged me as I sank my mouth down his sticky tool. I worked diligently to clean up his manhood, enjoying the mixture of juices from my sex mates. Without really trying, his cock started to grow and stir again. I pulled off of his cock and looked at him. His look was asking if I wanted to fuck. I shook my head and quietly told him to save it for Shana. He nodded and I stood up.

I made my way over to the bed and looked down upon my girlfriend. She was sexy as hell, naked and freshly fucked. The sweaty sheen was now covering her back and legs completely. I crawled on the bed and gripped her hip. It took a lot of my strength to flip her over onto her back. She started to mumble something incoherent as I settled in between her legs. Her pussy was red and well used. There was a smattering of cum in various places around her gaping hole.

I was ready to get to it. I ran my tongue gently, but deeply up her crevice. Shana mumbled, 'Ah fuck! What are you doing?' I glanced up and her eyes were closed. I ran my tongue up her slit again. Shana asked the same question again. I was anxious to get busy, cleaning her pussy up, and then bring her to another orgasm. It did not take long as she was still very aroused. As she came in my mouth, I swallowed the tasty mixed treat she gave me. I kissed my way up her pelvis, over her flat stomach, and past her hard nipples. I kissed her mouth, and she quickly returned the kiss. I think she finally knew it was me.

As we parted from our kiss, I looked down upon her disheveled face and smiled. She looked at me with a slight bit of regret and started to apologize. I cut her off, "I love you," I told her. "I am glad you had more sex this morning. I am glad you had more orgasms. I am not mad at all." She smiled and pulled me in for one more kiss.

As I pulled away and lay next to her, she told me the story. "I woke up when I heard you leave. I assumed you were going to the gym, you nut." She smiled at me to let me know she was kidding. "I lay there for a while trying to go back to sleep, but memories of last night came flooding back into my brain. As I thought about all the wonderful sex I had, I started to get horny again. Then I realized that Greg was still in bed with me. So, I had a dilemma.

I interrupted, "Whether you should wait for me to come back or not?"

"Exactly. I had so much fun with you and Greg together, having a threesome. Plus, I knew that it was you that brought us together and I wasn't feeling comfortable doing it without you here."

"So, what changed your mind?" I asked.

She looked at me very intently. "I think I know you really well by now Megan. I was convinced that you would want me to have more sex, and to feel good, and that it was okay with you if I did it with Greg, since we were already together. I mean, he was not a random guy."

I scooted over to her and kissed her. "You thought right. I want you to wear Greg out before we send him home." I slid off of the bed and stood up to address them both. "However, we need an intermission. I bought goodies for breakfast. Get up and join me in the kitchen and I will get it hooked up."

I left the bedroom and went to gather up the grocery bags I had dropped by the door. I was deep into cooking breakfast when they finally joined me, naked. I looked at them and almost gave up on cooking. Greg was built like an athlete. Tall, cut, with defined muscles in all the right places. Seeing him standing there naked made my mouth water. I suddenly became more aware that I had not had sex yet this morning, an unusual situation for me.

Then I glanced at Shana, with her small, but curvy frame. Her B cup breasts high on her chest with red, swollen nipples. My eyes wondered down her torso, past her tiny 'inny' belly button to her manicured landing strip. It took all of my willpower to not let the bacon burn and just take them right here in the kitchen. I had to turn away as I asked them to take seats at the bar.

We made small talk while I finished breakfast. Both of them were impressed at the spread that I gave them. I was happy and wanted to share it with them. As we worked through our breakfast, Shana asked Greg how long before he needed to leave. He told us he needed to coach a kids soccer game at noon and needed to get home to shower beforehand. I could see Shana doing math in her head. To mess with her, I yelled out, "Twice!"

Shana looked at me and smiled. "I thought the same thing." She slid off of her barstool and dropped to her knees. As Greg turned to see what was going on, she turned his stool facing her and slid her mouth over his limp cock and started the work to bring him back to life. He looked at me, and I mouthed, "Fuck her again."

For the next hour, Greg fucked her in every position possible, in two different rooms. I mostly just watched, masturbating a little, and participating here and there. I really let Shana have her time with Greg, knowing she needed it way more than me. By the time Shana finished her fourth orgasm, Greg had cum twice more. Both of them lay on the bed completely wrecked and worn out. I did my diligence to make sure none of the tasty sex bits went to waste. But even my magic could not bring Shana back up again. I think she finally had her fill.

Not quite thirty minutes later, we walked Greg to the door and sent him on his way. After closing the door, I asked Shana if she was satisfied. She hugged me tightly, and whispered in my ear, "Thank you. It was exactly what I needed."

She turned and headed for the bathroom. "And now what I need is a shower and a nap. Would you care to join me."

"Of course."

To show her appreciation, she teased me throughout the shower, washing me way more vigorously than I needed, spending way too much time on my lady parts. After we dried off, and crawled back into her bed, she kissed me sensually. Her kisses eventually led her to my deprived pussy, where she brought me to two orgasms before crawling back up next to me. We fell asleep happy and content in each other's arms.