Damage Control Pt. 03 - CMO

"We fucked up," Bruce sighed as he looked up from his computer.

Ella looked nervous, 'Fucked up? Was the article wrong? What did she do? Submit an incorrect expense item?'

"Bruce smiled, "Not asking you to write more stuff for us. 90% of the crap has to be rewritten so much it was a lie to credit the original authors. This," he pointed at his screen, "is the first article I'm not going to touch. It's perfect. I loved your article on Marvin... really touched on his humanity but I... we assumed, getting that same human sympathy for Alan was going to be a challenge. You captured the heart of the man especially, with his charitable work with the humane society and no-kill shelters. Getting 6 quotes from the various organizations was going above and beyond."

"Thanks. I wasn't sure what the scope of the task you gave me was but Alan was so passionate about his animals I wanted to visit the sites. The people there all loved him."

Bruce smiled, "Keep it up. You sure are making me look good but also no one is talking about 'he who should not be named,'" he chuckled.

Ella blushed, "Thanks. I love writing and you never know if what you do is good or not. I appreciate your feedback," she said.

Bruce stood, "Keep it up and you'll be getting more assignments. By the way, Mark is going to be tougher. He's an 'all-business' type of guy. Not sure what passions you'll find but do your best. I've rarely heard more than 4 words from him... ironic, as he's our CMO," he chuckled.

Ella smiled but felt relief that he wasn't going to be like Alan who wanted what Marvin got. She took the man's hand and left the office.

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The rest of the week, Ella researched the company's CMO but found almost nothing personal. She was pleased to hear the various comments as to how great her articles were but by Friday, she had little to go on with the man.

As she headed over to Decker Creek she was still wondering what might open up this very private man. She had never been there but she heard good things about it. She wasn't about to tell Billy that Marvin and Alan were a fluke and most likely, Mark would angrily spurn any suggestion of impropriety. On the other hand, she had plenty of experiences with the previous 2 men to keep Billy happy so let him fantasize all he wanted. It was curious that he insisted that she suggest using a guest bedroom if the interview ran late... not get a motel room but sleep in the same house with a man she had yet to meet.

Mark Beottger opened the door and stepped aside, "I'm impressed. You said 8 and it is exactly 8. Come in." He led the girl into the library indicating a comfortable seat.

"Drink?" he asked.

Ella was going to say no but then had a thought, "Only if you are and I'll have whatever you're having. I booked a room a couple of miles away if this runs late so I'm not worried about one drink," she smiled.

Mark nodded, turned, and headed to the dry bar. He poured two glasses of his favorite, Macallan Rare Cask 18. He turned and held up one of the glasses, dreading her answer, "Ice, water, soda?"

Ella shook her head, "Nothing, except perhaps a drop or 2 of water, but it's not critical," she said.

Mark's face reflected his relief. He smiled and nodded, "Alan and Marvin both said I'd like you. I was impressed with both articles... never knew Alan's love of animals. Made me go look for a rescue last weekend," he said, "I think I found a great pup. Going back tomorrow," he said as he came back with the glasses. He handed the beautiful redhead her glass, studying her before taking the seat across from her.

Ella took a sip and gasped, "Wow! This is the best single malt I've ever tasted." She took another sip and closed her eyes as she felt the vapors waft down the back of her throat and through her nasal passages. She then sat up, "Sorry. I love a good Scotch but this is on another level. OK. Before we start, do you have questions or things you prefer we go over... not go over?"

Mark chuckled, "A lot more of the not go over part of it. After reading about Marvin and Alan I feel like I'll be a total letdown. I'm not a very interesting person."

Ella shook her head, "Everyone is interesting. Everyone has stories and events that make them who they are. I want to get to know you... the person you are away from the office. Have you had pets before? Growing up?"

Mark looked wistful, "One. A mutt, though she was mostly an Australian Cattle Dog. My best friend growing up."

"Great dogs. Smart. What happened to her? How old were you when you got her?"

Mark smiled, "Five. I wanted a dog for my birthday and Dad came home with the cutest ball of fluff you've ever seen. We grew up in the woods and she explored every corner with me." Then he paused, "You asked what happened to her. I was away at Yale when Mom called. She said Molly was sick and that I should know that they were going to have to take her in. I told my professors I had a family emergency and flew home." He closed his eyes as he tried to collect himself, "I held her as..." he choked and didn't go on.

Ella let him get through the painful memory wanting to apologize for bringing it up. Then, Mark opened his eyes and nodded, "Cancer. A tumor on her heart. 13 years old. The one time I hoped there was a heaven," he sighed.

"I'm so sorry for your loss and making you bring the pain back," she said softly. "I too doubt there's any construct like a heaven but when it comes to my pets, to my best friends growing up, I hope there is one."

Mark looked at the girl shaking his head, "Both Marvin and Alan said you were easy to talk to but I never told anyone about Molly... ever."

"I can leave it out of the article if it's too painful, too personal," she said quickly.

Mark shook his head, "No, no. It's fine. I'll bet everyone can relate to losing their first pet," he said softly.

"First best friend," she corrected. "Dogs and cats are family members, best friends. They love us unconditionally, trust us unconditionally... OK, perhaps I'm describing dogs more than cats," she chuckled. "Let's get into the questions I prepped," she said.

Ella asked him about where he grew up, his college experiences, and his first job.

An hour in, Mark stood and took her empty glass, "Another? You said you don't have far to drive and if it comes to it, this is a 6-bedroom house and you're welcome to stay over since your husband isn't expecting you."

Ella paused and nodded, "A light one. I'm not a huge drinker but this was so good," she smiled.

After settling back down, Ella looked at the older man curiously, "I did some digging and there's a six-year gap. You got your MBA and worked for the health care company but then nothing until you came to TIFG. Can I ask? Or were you a secret agent for the CIA undercover in the Mideast?" she smiled.

Mark's eyes widened as he studied the girl. Then, as if realizing she was being facetious he nodded, "I'm not allowed to talk about it but... was that a guess, or did you discover something when you researched me?" He sat forward, holding his glass in both hands studying her.

Ella blushed, "Um, nothing. Your internet life is a blank for those six years. You were a spy in the CIA?" She shook her head, "Sorry, don't answer that. I'll gloss over the gap and just say you worked odd jobs. Shit, now you'll have to kill me," she half-joked.

Mark laughed, "Relax. Yes, I worked for one of those letters and did exactly that, odd jobs. I'm not going to kill you, that's way too messy. So many better ways to make you disappear. More Scotch?" he asked as he eyed her freshly emptied glass.

"Please," Ella said before realizing she was feeling the effects of the first two, "I hope you're joking," she said as she handed the man her glass.

Mark chuckled, "I wish I took a picture of your face. I'll tell you what. I'll tell you what I did for that six-year gap if you promise me two things." He turned and looked at the redhead.

Ella shrugged, "Since you'll make me disappear anyhow, why not?"

Mark laughed again, "No killing, no disappearing. I was joking. First, you will tell no one about my six years. Agree to that and I'll fill you in." He looked at his watch, "And since this might take a while, you might want to consider the guest bedroom."

Ella nodded, "OK, what's the second thing?"

Mark shook his head, "I'll get to that. OK. You were really close. When I worked at Specialized Medical Associates, I was loaned out to the VA in Virginia. I worked with a retired Colonel who asked if I were interested in doing some work in... as you said, one of those Mideast countries. Things went south and we had to extract ourselves. One of those letter organizations took notice and I was asked to go to various places to... troubleshoot. I'm not going go into details and trust me, the things I did never made the nightly news."

Ella probed a bit more but then sat back and shook her head, "It's a miracle you're even alive," she said. "This job must be really boring compared to... the odd jobs," she smiled.

"Boring is good... I like boring. I feel good about what I did. Not sure the world's any better off but I feel I did my part."

Ella nodded, "I'm sure it is. OK, I'll never print anything more than 'Did a series of odd jobs before coming to TIFG. What's the second thing?"

Mark sat back and studied the girl, "I know you slept with both Marvin and Alan. I'm not judging but I require a 100% honest answer. Did either or both coerce you into sex?" he asked as if he were wondering if she preferred her coffee black or with cream and sugar.

"You know about that? How? I thought both said they'd never say a word!" she blurted.

"Come on. Reading people is one of my skills, as sure as I am that you will never speak a word of my past, I could tell by their air of confidence when they got back to the office that they got lucky, so to speak. But, don't worry that they bragged about it. I want to be sure neither man suggested anything, or intimated it would be in your best interest to..."

Ella blushed and shook her head, "No, nothing like that. It happened with Marvin... he mentioned that he was open to any questions, personal and otherwise... well, it got personal, and he confessed that since his late wife got cancer... well, shit!" she sighed. "Honestly? It started out as wanting to help him, make him feel better but then... I never cheated on my husband before. Please don't tell anyone." She put her head in her hands.

Mark smiled, "Relax, no judgment here. Hell, all of us tried to hook Marvin up with women we knew but he shook all of them off." He came over to the girl who was still slumped over, her face in her hands. "Hey, hey. You did a good thing. Married or not, the man has come out of his funk from the loss of his wife," he said, patting her leg.

Ella looked up, "But Alan... I might have enjoyed my night with Marvin and Alan was funny and we both flirted with each other. He didn't coerce me and it wasn't because I felt sorry for him..." She blushed and shook her head slowly as if unable to believe she had done that.

Mark patted her leg paternally and went back to sit, "Again, not judging. Alan has been discreet as has Marvin. Your reputation around the office is intact. No one except the board knows when you are doing these interviews so no one has any reason to suspect..."

"... outside of the board. So, you all know I'm a slut..." she sighed.

"Hey, no. Um, Alan is not like the rest of the board. He likes his woman but if it were 100% consensual that's between you and your husband. I assume he doesn't know?"

Ella looked up, "No that's a whole other story," she sighed. "Yes and no. When I drove out to interview Marvin I booked a motel room nearby and he fantasized that I never made it back to the motel..."

Mark chuckled, "I assume he wasn't wrong?"

Ella smiled and shook her head, "I made it back to the motel... before check out the next morning."

Mark laughed and sat forward, "All night? We assumed... OK, we might have discussed what you guys did but it wasn't much more than... never mind. Not appropriate conversation," he said as he sat back.

"A blowjob. It was more, a lot more. I think your friend wanted to get 2 years of abstinence out of his system," she smiled. "I don't think we got more than 2 hours of sleep all night."

"I'm glad for him and if it didn't hurt your marriage..."

"Bizarrely, it has enhanced it," she sighed, "Billy's stupid imagination has him... too much information. Getting back to the actual interview, I'd like a picture of Molly if you have one. Also, any photos of you in high school or college I can use?" she asked.

Mark stood, "My favorite picture of Molly, it's on my dresser. Plus, pictures of me with my family if you'd like to... sorry. Shit!"

Ella had just risen from her seat, "What? Something wrong?"

Mark laughed, "I'm inviting you to my bedroom after I asked if the guys might have seduced you..."

Ella chuckled, "It's not a bad move, I'm a sucker for cute dogs," she smiled. "I shouldn't say this but the fastener on my dress seems to have a flaw. It releases whenever I see a puppy."

Mark shook his head, "Damn! I should have just adopted the pup. I'll do that tomorrow."

"Opportunity lost," Ella shook her head, "but please don't bring the pup into the office. That would be quite embarrassing."

"Damn! You are too much... no wonder both Marvin and Alan said you were incredible." He shook his head, "They meant your personality, your wit... not..."

Ella shrugged, "I would have hoped they were referring to more than my wit. Every girl wants to be known as a great lay. OK, I'm a big girl. I've been in men's bedrooms before and not succumbed to their charms... not sure I can remember when but it had to have happened at least once."

Mark smiled and led the beautiful redhead down the hall. He went over to the large dresser, picked up a frame, and handed it to Ella, "Molly when she was about 8," he said softly. "Great dog."

Ella found a few other pictures that she wanted to put in the article and after Mark scanned them in his office, they returned to the bedroom. Ella sighed, "It's almost 1. I should get to the motel. Um... I have one more favor though. Billy will want me to tell him how you... we... you know," she blushed.

Mark smiled as he put his hands on her shoulders, "How I lured you into the bedroom to show you pictures and then I pushed you to your knees?" he said as he pressed down.

Ella dropped to the floor and looked at the bulge in the front of his pants before looking up, "That would excite him. He likes the thought of me being used by a powerful man. What next?" she asked as she licked her lips.

"Go on. Pull out my cock. I expect you know how to suck cock?" he said firmly.

Ella nodded and focused on his belt, pants, and underwear. Mark was already mostly hard as she stroked his fat member. She looked up at the older man, "Am I getting you ready to fuck my married pussy or..."

Mark nodded, "Sir... I'm your ultimate boss and you will call me sir. I'll tell you if I want to cum in your mouth, and if I do, you will swallow. A good girl always swallows." He pulled her head onto his cock and let out a soft moan as she took him into her warm mouth. He held her hair as he gently thrust his hips, the girl was taking all of him into her throat. She wasn't gagging even with 7" of cock repeatedly being thrust down her throat. She also was very good at wrapping her lips around the fleshy shaft without scraping her teeth. She easily let him fuck her face without protesting, though there was a stream of saliva darkening the front of her dress. "You're a great cocksucker. Keep going, after our conversations I am sure you know I don't tolerate disobedience. Yes, good girl, getting close. That thing with your throat... it's... fuck!" he gasped as Ella's hand that had been stroking his balls found his anus.

Ella had been swallowing a lot of precum. Mark didn't have to tell her he was close, she could tell by how much fluids he was leaking. When she pressed her middle finger against his asshole, he let out a groan, pulled her face against his matted pubic hair and ejaculated down her throat. She had no choice but to swallow as Mark held her face against his pelvis. After what seemed like minutes, he released her, and she sat back with a gasp.

"Thank you, sir. That will make Billy really happy. What should I tell him you made me do next?" Ella asked as she wiped her face on the dress.

"Stand up. I want you to finish undressing me, then take all your clothes off. You better be on the pill since I don't like rubbers," he said. "I plan on using all your charms so I hope you don't disappoint me by protesting or acting all innocent," he said.

Ella quickly got to her feet, "Sir, I'm a good employee and will bend over backward to make you happy," she said as she unbuttoned his tailored dress shirt. When she was done, she stood naked in front of the man, stroking his still-hard cock, "Sir? I'm amazed that even after cumming..."

Mark smiled, "I suspected you were a slut at heart and wanted my cock so I took a pill." He palmed both her perky tits and nodded approvingly, "Impressive body. I can see why both my friends looked so happy. Let's go over to the bed, I want you on your back, then I want you to beg me to fuck you."

Ella nodded, "Thank you, sir. I hoped you'd see what a slut I am and I do want your huge cock inside my small pussy." She rolled onto the bed, slid up so her head was on the pillow, and opened her legs wide. She pulled on her nipples and begged, "Take me, sir, use my body however you want, I need you to fuck me, my pussy needs your fat cock... sir," she panted.

Mark may have just cum but seeing this incredible redhead play her submissive role perfectly made his cock ache eagerly. He climbed onto the bed and thought that he'd lick her pussy but the girl pulled him up after one lick.

"Sir, please. I need your cock. I can't wait," she breathed. As the man pulled himself up and over her, she gripped his cock, lined the head up and pulled his ass. "Ahhhhh, fuck!" she cried as 7" of hot flesh ripped into her wet but unprepared pussy. "Fuck, fuck, yessss," she panted. "Your cock feels so good." she groaned, "Sir... I meant I hope my cunt feels good for you."

Mark smiled down at the flushed red face, her red hair splayed out on his pillow, "I'm putting in a good word with Bruce. He needs to know what a great team player you are. Keep this up and I'll put you in for an 'I Deliver' award. We don't give those out very often," he smiled. He could sense that Ella was used to the intruder in her tight pussy so he increased his pace. The girl was grunting more loudly with each deep thrust and the red flush in her cheeks was moving down her neck onto her upper chest. Was that something to do with redheads? He was familiar with flushed cheeks but he never saw the flush creep down to the woman's nipples before.

Ella stroked his chest, her fingers sliding through the dense hair. She'd never been with a man with that much chest hair and it was manly, arousing. His nipples were erect hard nubs as she stroked them and Mark liked it. She had never role-played being a submissive but strangely, every part of her body tingled as the powerful man aggressively attacked her sopping hole. Even most strange was how she wanted him to cum, to make him happy even though she had yet to orgasm. Was she truly a submissive?

"You better stop that or I won't be able to hold off," Mark panted. Her incredibly erotic body, the nipple stimulation was getting him closer and closer.

"Sir? Don't you want to cum? To fill my cunt with your hot sperm?" she said in a little girl's voice. "I want you to be happy, sir." She pressed her mouth on his right nipple while flicking her thumb on the left.

Mark wanted the girl to cum, wanted to hold off but his body had other ideas. His nipples had never felt so sensitive and he'd never felt a tighter pussy so with a frustrated groan he gave in.

For the first time she could remember, she felt a rush as a man came inside her before she orgasmed. She continued to flick her tongue on his nipple as she swore she could feel the warm spurts of cum splash against her cervix. She continued until the grunting man let out one last deep groan and collapsed with his body half off the left side of her chest. She tenderly stroked the man's back as his ragged breathing returned to normal.

Mark roused himself as his semi-firm cock was still inside the girl, "I'm sorry. I wanted you to cum. I couldn't hold back," he sighed.

Ella looked sad, "Sir? Didn't I please you? I wanted you to be happy. I want to be a really good fuck."

Mark shook his head, "Crap. No, you were great, are great. Best fuck I've had for a long time. I cannot remember ever cumming twice in 20 minutes," he said as he stroked her perky tits.

"I'm glad, sir. I assume since you enjoyed my mouth and my cunt you'll want to pleasure yourself with my ass? I'd like it if you would," she said softly.

Mark looked at the girl, "You sure? I don't want to hurt you and if you're just saying that..."

Ella shook her head, "You don't like my ass? My husband says I have the most perfect ass he's ever seen. Sir? If you don't like my ass I guess it's OK." she said softly.

Mark rolled the girl on top of him, stroking her tight twin globes, "You have a great ass. Just give me a few minutes to recover and I'll be thrilled to fuck your ass but only if you play with your pussy and cum before I do," he said.

"Yes sir. I'll cum... promise. Thank you, sir," she said. Ella wasn't sure when to drop the pliable girl act but her body thrummed from the internal excitement of it. Having this man use her to pleasure himself was powerfully arousing. There was no doubt that once she felt his cock buried inside her rectum with her fingers on her clit, she would cum and cum hard.

Mark wanted to possess this girl the moment he answered the door and not even in his wildest fantasies did he imagine she'd play along so perfectly. Alan told him that the girl was tough and very self-assured. He held her as his flaccid dick slipped out of her slit. He could feel his cum seeping out onto his cock and balls as he stroked her back and ass. He was about to ask her if she wanted to shower but as soon as he turned his head, her lips were on his. She kissed him with a passion that surprised him, not like a dutiful sex partner but as a lover.

Ella felt used, felt like a toy for the powerful man and it aroused something inside her. With Billy and the other two men, she was making love with them, giving and receiving orgasms. With Mark, she pleasured him, got him off twice, and even though she didn't cum, she felt something... pride? Accomplishment? As their tongues met, she shifted her body so she was on top of him. She let out a low moan as his hairy, muscular thigh pressed against her sensitive clit. Her clit scraped down his leg as she broke the kiss and pressed her lips against his chest.

Mark considered going down on this beautiful redhead even after cumming inside her but she beat him to it as she kissed her way down to his flaccid cock. He felt her grinding wet pussy leave a cool trail down his leg, her hard nipples pressing into his stomach. Christ! She had to be the sexiest, most erotic lover he ever had. As he thought about having her, truly owning her, he felt his cock return to life. She was also the first woman to be so submissive and it made him feel like his cock was twice as long, twice as fat.

Ella arrived at her goal and took the slimy, semi-flaccid cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue under the plump head. "Mmmmm, mmmm," she moaned as the 4" member grew quickly to its full 7". She bobbed her head as she continued to moan. She recalled Billy mentioning the vocal vibrations enhanced blowjobs and Mark seemed to agree. She looked up at the man, his eyes glued to her and the look he gave her almost triggered an orgasm. She could feel his lust, his desire.

Mark's foot was against her pussy and as she pressed against him, he ground his instep against her. The sight of those unblinking, green eyes on his, her lips stretched wide around his cock as she pressed her face against his pubic hair over and over was bringing him close to cumming. He did want to cum but he wanted to cum in her ass. "Ella... Ella, stop. Go into the bathroom, in the top left drawer there's petroleum jelly. Go get it, get your ass ready, and get back on the bed, chest down, ass up," he ordered.

Ella had been close to cumming. His hard, bony foot was popping back and forth on her clit but she didn't hesitate. She pulled her face off his cock and stood, "Yes sir. I'll be quick," she said.

Mark stroked his cock as the cute redhead trotted into the master bath. He heard the drawer followed by the snapping of the cap. 30 seconds later, she came back in with a towel and a gob of gel.

After lubing Mark's cock, she wiped off her hands, climbed onto the bed, pressed her face and chest into the mattress, reached back, and spread her ass cheeks. "Please, sir. I want to feel your fat cock in my ass. Will you fuck my ass... please? Bury your cock deep into my rectum." she begged. She wasn't acting, she wanted the man to fuck her ass and not for her pleasure, but for his.

Mark thought his cock felt bigger before but seeing this gorgeous babe not just offer herself but beg to get fucked in the ass almost triggered an orgasm. He pressed the head of his cock against her puckered, glistening hole and pushed. She didn't fight it, didn't clench her sphincter, and with a pleasured groan, popped inside the girl. He was buried balls deep against the tightest, cutest ass he had ever seen, her tight anal ring gripping his cock. "Ahhh, fuck!" he groaned, "I thought you had the best cunt I ever fucked but wow! Your ass..." he panted as he pulled out and plunged back in.

"Uh, uh, uh, thank you sir. I'm glad you like my holes. Ahhh, fuck!" she grunted as his large hand reached between her legs and found her sensitive clit. She parted her knees as Mark played with her clit, pushing back against his thrusts. She reached up, her palm running across his huge knuckles to his large, heavy ballsack. As he stimulated her erect clit, she stroked his balls. The room echoed with the wet slapping sounds of skin on skin, low guttural moans and grunts, and the gentle squeaking of the bedframe being stressed.

Mark's balls ached even after cumming twice in the past hour but he wasn't going to cum until Ella did. "Fuck! You better cum soon because I'm not going to hold off," he said, "I'll be very disappointed in you if you don't cum before I do," he ordered.

"Uh, uh, uh, Sir... I'm... oh fuck!" she grunted as she felt the bedroom spin. Somehow she pressed her face and chest harder into the bed as she thrust her ass against the man. Intense waves pulsed through her as the most powerful orgasm she remembered made her head spin. Her voice sounded foreign as she grunted over and over non-intelligible words.

Mark smiled as he slammed into the panting, writhing girl. She seemed to cum for over a minute before she let out a long, low moan. She panted a couple of times before going limp. He pulled out and slid back in and knowing she wasn't able to hold herself up, he pulled her knees back so she was face down, spread eagle on the bed. At first, he thrust in and out of her slowly but as she let out pleasured squeals he picked up the pace. Soon, his hips were rhythmically slapping against her ass. It occurred to him that in all his years of sexual encounters, this was the first time he fucked a woman pinned face-down on the bed. It was a powerful feeling being so utterly in control of his partner.

Ella had never been fucked like this before but liked it. Never in her life had she felt more vulnerable, her legs spread wide, 200 lbs. of a virile man lying on top of her. She should have felt claustrophobic, trapped, or helpless but instead, she felt a rush. Mark was using her to pleasure himself like he didn't care if she were comfortable or if he were crushing her and it sent a thrill through her. Without touching her pussy she felt an orgasmic surge build inside and just as the man let out a deep groan, she exploded.

Mark was aware that Ella was cumming again just as he felt the first spasm of cum jet into her rectum. He pulled out and just as he released the second spasm, he buried his cock as deep as he could go.

Ella's orgasm seemed enhanced as she swore she could feel the hot jets of cum spurt deep into her rectum. Their bodies were slick with sweat and other fluids as the ground against each other. Their deep grunts echoed throughout the bedroom. Finally, both let out satisfied moans and went limp, Mark's cock buried deep inside Ella's ass as he fell off to the side of her.

Ella thought about getting up but Mark was a dead weight against her ass. She started to reach back to pat him on the ass when her phone went off. "Billy, hey. I thought that you'd be asleep... no, just finishing up. We got carried away and we're probing deeper..." she chucked, "Damn! You have a filthy mind... not like that, on the various aspects of his life. Oh, you'd like that. Should I tell him?" she asked softly. "Seriously... I can't do that," she whispered into the phone, "He's my boss... at least the very top of my chain... Go to bed. I'll ask him." Ella put her hand over the microphone, "Billy doesn't think it's safe to drive home this late, perhaps I could crash on your couch?" she asked.

Mark was watching the girl and smiled. He said loudly enough for her husband to hear, "You can use one of the guest bedrooms as long as I get to tuck you in," he chuckled.

"Crap! Did you hear that?" Ella asked. "He's joking... no, he really is. OK, OK, that's enough. Between you two I might do something we'll both regret," she said. "Goodnight Billy... goodnight," she said before pressing the red button. She tossed the phone back onto the bed, "Billy says it would be a waste to mess up two sets of sheets..."

Mark pulled his cock out of Ella's ass and pulled her close, "He's right. The housekeeper would be pissed if she had to make up two beds. Come on. Let's shower and we'll fight over who sleeps on which side," he smiled.

Ella kissed the man, "Sir? I'll take whatever side you tell me to and be so grateful," she said in her little girl's voice.

The rest of the night, Ella and Mark fucked 4 more times, and in the early morning, they had to mess up the sheets on another bed having soiled the master bedsheets so thoroughly. Ella was impressed with how creative Mark was as he took her in every position imaginable. For the third straight Saturday morning, she felt more fucked than she ever felt. Was this the trend? By the time she interviews her CEO, would she even be able to walk?

Ella shook her head as she stood naked in front of the full-length mirror. No way could she act innocent with Billy as there were a multitude of red marks on her breasts, inside of her thighs, and on her ass. Her lips were bruised and puffy and her labia were still red and swollen... though, Mark just finished pinning her against the shower wall as he aggressively fucked her. She scowled at the man, "If Billy sees..." she sighed.

Mark came over and held her tenderly from behind. His cock nestled between her ass cheeks and for the first time since she got there, he didn't get an erection. "Look, there's a great spa across from the main gate. I'll call them, arrange for you to get a full massage, the works. On me. Call Billy and tell him you want to make use of it before heading home. I'm sure he'll tell you to go for it."

Ella was about to shake her head but her body ached as if she'd been through a strenuous workout... or, rather after she'd been put through a strenuous workout. She turned her head and kissed him, "That's a great idea... though, taking payment for the past few hours seems..."

"... a bit whorish? Why not accept it? It's not a payment for last night but a gift from a friend. We've only known each other for 12 hours but I do consider you a friend."

Ella nodded, "OK. I accept your gift. Be prepared to get a gift from me on your birthday... shit! That sounded worse," she chuckled. She turned and rubbed her body against his and sighed, "I really should get going."

Mark called the spa and they were able to take Ella immediately. He watched her dress trying to think of any way to see her again or to extend the visit. Finally, he hugged her once more (the last time, ever?) and let her go. He watched he walk to her Bronco, his eyes on her long shapely legs and flexing ass. He sighed and closed the door after she drove off.

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Every other Saturday, Billy held off masturbating but knowing Ella spent the night in the man's house he couldn't resist. By the time Ella drove into the parking lot, he had jerked off three times, every one with an image of Ella maked being used by the CMO of her company. When Ella opened the apartment door, he looked her over for signs that she recently had sex but she seemed fresh and relaxed. "Wow! Babe, I assumed you'd come home this morning, but it's almost noon," he said, "Not pissed but I want to know... everything."

Ella shook her head, "Between you and Bruce... I have to write up stories about the board members that will make them more human, more sympathetic. Then, there's you. I have to make up stories about these older men... make them look like sexual predators just to get you hard," she sighed. She closed the distance, kissed him as she pulled him close. She could feel his 5" cock against her. She stepped back, looked down at the outline of his cock before palming it. "I assume you jerked off wondering if I let the man do what he wanted to me... did you?" She undid his pants so she could stroke him. Even though her jaw still ached she couldn't deny her husband.

Billy nodded, "I tried to resist but I couldn't get the images of you out of my head, the images of the man's huge cock in..." he quickly stepped back. "Wow. I can't believe how turned on I get..."

Ella giggled, "OK, I'll tell you how Alan took me," she said as she stepped forward, "He ordered me to call him sir. Told me to take off my dress and get on my knees," she said softly.

"He did? You hate being ordered around... you always..." Billy panted.

"There's something about being dominated by a powerful man... a man who knows and takes what he wants. I was powerless to resist," she said.

Billy smiled and put his hands on her shoulders, "I get it. Get on your knees and suck my cock," he ordered in an exaggerated forceful voice.

Ella shook her head, "Sorry. That doesn't work with you. Alan exuded power and even his glances made me comply," she said, "You don't... Ew!" she gasped as Billy's cock erupted, splattering cum on her shorts.

"Uh, uh... fuck, I'm sorry," Billy said. "I... it just happened."

Ella finished stroking her husband's cock trying not to think about how he felt half the size of any of the three men she let use her. "My fault. I was teasing you and I guess I forget how excited you get when you think about me being alone with powerful men. Are you really still hard?" she asked.

Billy nodded, "It's sick, I know. I hate to think that you'd ever cheat on me but I also wish you were that type of woman that would let herself go." He stepped back, tucking his cock back into his pants. "You should change. Remember we are going to your parents' barbeque?"

Ella was barely able to get the article written about Mark by noon on Monday. She sat back replaying the last few days. Billy was right. She never liked giving up control, in or out of bed, but with Mark, she couldn't imagine it happening any other way. Billy must have taken one of those pills, also, as he got hard... what was it? 10, 12 times over the weekend and made her tell her over and over how the 58-year-old man fucked her every which way. Billy even overcame his feelings of repulsion for anal sex and after trying it once, couldn't get enough. It was hard to write up the article with the intense throbbing in her vagina and ass... even her jaw still ached.

She looked at her next board member. Steve Weber, CIO. She let out a happy sigh. He and the next one were married so she wouldn't have to worry about them wanting what Marvin and the other board members got.