Damage Control Pt. 04 - CIO

Ella got smiles and a few high-fives from her coworkers after her third article was published in the TFIG Gazette. Even Bruce sent a short note, "Perfect! Keep it up! Check out next Sunday's Living section in the city paper!"

She spent the week researching Steve Weber, CIO. He got his degree from the University of Indiana after attending on an athletic scholarship. NCAA finalist in the 200 butterfly, and 100 freestyle, and on the championship team for the 400 freestyle relay. Then, he made the Olympics in Munich and Montreal. She made a note to ask him about the horrific events in the Olympic Village in Munich. She checked out a company photo and nodded to herself. She knew swimmers, and they all had the trademark V-shaped torsos with broad shoulders, and Steve was no exception.

Ella was distracted from her research after finding Olympic team photos in his swimsuit. It had to be the light from the side but she couldn't take her eyes off the outline of his cock. She looked for more pictures and she became convinced it wasn't the trick of the lighting as his teammates showed nothing near what he did. She sat back feeling her pussy throb as she pictured him in and out of his his Speedos. She scanned further down through the profile and saw that he was married for 45 years. She should have felt relieved that she wouldn't be stepping out of her marital vows and could focus on writing his profile... should have. Why the feeling of regret? Had to be letting Billy down... no stories to tell, no erotic fantasies. She looked around at the other desks hoping no one noticed her flushed cheeks before closing the laptop. She had a meeting with the Marketing Communications Team to go over the upcoming offsite meetings.

Ella pressed the up button and didn't have to wait long. She started to step in but stopped, "Alan, Marvin... I mean, Mr. Wagner, Mr. Davis," she sputtered. The other man with them could only be Steve Weber. She blushed as she recalled the erotic thoughts she had about the man just minutes before... along with the images of the other two men naked, their impressive cocks jutting out obscenely from their bodies. The third man must know that she fucked the other guys... and being married, would he be envious of his two board members?

"Ella, relax. You can call me Alan and I'm sure Marvin would say the same thing."

Marvin hugged the girl briefly, "I do say the same thing. You can call me Alan."

Ella wondered if they could see how deeply she was blushing but composed herself. She put out her hand, "Hello Mr. Weber. Ella Irish. We have an appointment this Friday evening. Sucks, I know. Ruins the weekend. I hope that's not an inconvenience," she said.

Steve took her hand, holding it a bit longer than normal, "Impressive," he said softly.

Ella was taken aback wondering what was impressive. Her body? Her sluttiness with the other men? She knew that he suspected but hoped that it was just speculation. "Sorry, what's impressive?"

"Your style, your writing style. You make your points succinctly yet impart warmth and empathy for your subjects. Not flowery but not stilted either. These two," he waved at Alan and Marvin, "... must have been tough nuts to crack. Since we started working together, they both have been all business but you made them look somewhat human. I'm looking forward to how you portray me... I hope you can make me look even half as good as these two reprobates," he chuckled.

Ella blushed more but took the compliment, "I had terrific interviewees, open and honest," she said. Just then, the elevator door opened and she turned to step off, "Friday evening, then," she smiled.

"Friday evening. Oh, bring a bathing suit. Every other evening I swim at least a mile in my pool... Friday's one of those evenings. You can sit and watch or join me," Steve said.

"Sure," was all Ella could think of saying as the doors closed.

* * *

"A bathing suit?" Billy asked. He was sitting on the bed as Ella packed her overnight bag. They no longer discussed it and assumed she would be home the next morning even though she told him that Steve was a married man.

Ella nodded, "Steve Weber was on the U. S. Olympic team back in the 70's. He swims a mile three days a week... Friday is one of them. I hate to disrupt his routine."

Billy picked up the one piece, "This? Don't you still have that prop you kept as a joke from the play about Coney Island in the early 1900's?"

"This is nothing like that," Ella snapped as she yanked the suit back, "Plus, cool your jets. The man is married, unlike my last three execs. I'm sure his wife wouldn't be thrilled if I were splashing around in the pool half-naked with her husband."

"Fuck!" Billy mumbled, "I loved hearing how slutty you were with the other men."

Ella groaned, "You know those were just stories. All these guys are in the 60s and 70s. They probably look at me as their granddaughter or grandniece... On top of that, you do remember why I was tasked to write these articles. Our CEO was fucking a young girl and caught naked. These men aren't about to cause another scandal."

Billy shook his head, "The key word is caught. These guys might be 60 or 70 but their cocks still think they're 20... trust me on that. Take the bikini just in case. Even if there's not a chance in hell he'll put a move on you, it's exciting to know he's checking that tight perfect body of yours... please? Do it for me?"

Ella groaned and folded the one piece, returned it to her drawer, and held up two wads of strings. "Yellow or red?" she asked.

Billy grinned, "Yellow. It becomes transparent with wet."

"What? No it doesn't. I would have noticed," she sputtered.

Billy nodded, "Just a little. Please, just wear that. I want the man to jerk off later thinking about you. I sure will be."

"I hate you. I have half a mind to call your bluff and just skinny dip with the guy. Perhaps, his wife will need to leave for a girl's night out," she said. "Seriously?" she spat, seeing the tent in Billy's pants. "I have to go. You can take care of that on your own." She zipped up her bag and headed out to the apartment parking lot.

When Ella arrived, she found a note on the door. "Come in. It's unlocked. I'm out back in the pool. Steve," it said. She quietly opened the door not wanting to surprise his wife and saw the glass door to the backyard. She stopped to watch the man knife effortlessly through the water. She was impressed with the speed and the total lack of turbulence as he did the crawl from one end to the other.

Steve was just about to do a flip-turn when he noticed the girl standing in a flower pattern sundress. "I hope you have a suit under that. Join me? My wife is usually here, but she and a friend are doing one of those riverboat trips up the Danube. That wasn't for me," he said as he eyed the beautiful redhead. Alan wasn't lying when he opined that Ella Irish had to be the hottest and most beautiful woman at TFIG. It wasn't happenstance that Linda and Marjorie were off in Europe. Alan told him without going into any details, that it would be best if the wife weren't around.

"I packed one. Where...?" she glanced around.

"Inside," Steve smiled. "No one is in there... all to yourself."

She went back into the house feeling butterflies in her stomach. The man was almost 70 years old but he had well-defined deltoids and pectoral muscles. After getting inside, she looked back at the pool at the muscled figure skimming cleanly across the pool. She stepped into the living room and undressed hurriedly hoping no one would come in. She checked to ensure all the triangles and straps were in the correct places before heading out to the pool. She was happy that it was a typical warm Texas night as there wasn't a chance in hell that this would provide any warmth at all.

Steve stopped swimming as he saw the most beautiful woman he ever saw come out in a tiny yellow bikini, barely covering her nipples and pubis. Even in the cool water, he could feel his cock respond. "Come on in. The water's great," he said.

Ella came over slowly, "It looks great but no way can I look nearly as good as you do," she sighed. "You make it look so effortless."

"You look a million times better than I do just standing there. But the swimming technique is due to coaching and thousands of hours of practice," Steve smiled. "Dive in. I'd like to see your style."

Ella frowned, shrugged, and dove in. She considered herself a good swimmer but that was before she observed the man's incredible form. She did the breaststroke to the far side and stopped.

Steve waved her over, "Do the crawl. I want to see that," he ordered.

Ella kicked off and tried to be as tight and as effortless as he was but by the loud splashing sounds, she knew she failed miserably.

At first, Steve wanted to judge her style but was distracted by the twin glistening globes of her ass flexing as she kicked. When she touched the far side of the pool, he clapped. "Impressive. Not bad, not bad at all. Your time would have been quite respectable."

Ella stood, pulling the wet red hair to the back of her head, "But. I sense a but coming."

Steve wanted to laugh as the homonym to the word 'but' was exactly what was in his head, "OK," he said as he pantomimed doing a stroke, "three kicks per stroke. 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3," he said as he stroked first with his right arm and then with his left. "When I was being coached initially, I chanted that for what felt like hours until it became a motor reflex. Here," he said. He put out his arms. "Do strokes while counting, 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3, and so on."

Ella came over and lay across his arms. She counted as she kicked and stroked. She was aware of the man's incredible muscles as she kicked and also aware that his left arm was pressing against her mons and his right arm was beneath her breasts. She was sure he never noticed as he was a professional but then as she stroked underwater with her right arm, she brushed the front of his Speedos, hitting a hard rod.

Steve was aware of where both his arms were. He could feel her pubic bone grind on his forearm and her soft breasts press against his other arm. Also, her ass flexing right in front of his face went beyond distracting. When the girl's hand brushed across his cock, he assumed she barely noticed but then the next time she palmed him as she went by. Then the third time, she quit doing a swimming stroke and did a different stroke. She also had slid her body away so he was cupping her left breast.

Ella turned and looked at the man, "This is probably what you expected. I mean... Alan and Marvin told you, didn't they?" she asked as she slid off his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Was it a waste of time to bother with the suit?"

"Sorry, yes," Steve said a bit huskily. Her tiny triangle was pressed right on his erect cock. He'd been married 45 years and never once had strayed but he went out for drinks with Alan and Marvin and he suspected they were hiding something, so he had to know. After three drinks, Alan was the first to blab. He looked at Marvin and asked, "Was it just me, or was Ella Irish the best sex ever?" Marvin nodded and looked up at the bar ceiling, "Sorry, Elizabeth but Ella was fucking amazing. I felt like I was 18 all over again." They compared their experiences and by the time Steve called an Uber he decided that he'd surprise Linda with a European cruise, telling her that after Walter's arrest, he would be working overtime trying to make up for the PR hit. He was the one to suggest Marjorie go with her so he told Robert to make sure to give his housemaid the weekend off the following week.

"I wanted to say something, but..." he said as he pulled the string around her neck. "Don't think bad of Alan and Marvin. I was really persistent and it took three drinks each to break them down."

Ells ground her pussy against his cock, "The river cruise?" she asked.

Steve tossed her bra (If that was what you could call it) onto the flagstone and sighed, "OK. I was intrigued and perhaps optimistic."

Ella reached between them and pushed his Speedos down his legs. Then she pulled her tiny triangle of bottom off and it soon joined the tiny top. "So, you spent, what? $10,000 to get your wife out of the house? Shit! No woman is worth that," she said.

"Good guess. I splurged on the deluxe package... I hope you're not pissed."

"Fuck! I knew this was a bad idea," she sighed, "Billy, my husband, suspects but I really do not ever want him to know what a slut he married," she said as said before sliding under the surface to take his cock in her mouth. She gasped as she felt the largest cock ever. All three of the previous board members were about the same, 7". Steve's cock was at least an inch, maybe 2 inches longer and half again as fat. Still, she had no problem deep-throating him, and under the surface, she heard his deep groans. She impressed herself with how long she could hold her breath but finally had to come up for air.

Steve loved the girl's abilities and even though both his friends and coworkers raved as to how the girl could deep-throat them, he didn't say anything assuming she had never had a 9" cock. But she effortlessly took all of him deep down her throat. This was going to be a great night. When she came up for air, he kissed her, his hands exploring her tight, muscular body.

Ella pressed her body against the older man, amazed that his entire torso was rock solid... though not as solid as the hard shaft pressing between her legs. She broke the kiss, and panting, "We shouldn't be doing this. The other men weren't currently married and I don't want..."

Steve covered her mouth with his as he turned both their bodies.

Ella had no idea how the man did it, but she found herself on her back on the warm flagstone, with the wide head of his cock pressing between her throbbing labia.

Steve looked down at the girl, her perky tits rising and lowering as she breathed deeply. He pressed his cock into her and ordered, "Say no. Tell me no and we'll go no further." As he said that, he pressed inside her a couple of millimeters with each word.

Ella groaned and shook her head, "No..."

A feeling of disappointment went through Steve as he nodded and started to pull away but Ella stopped him.

"No... I won't say no to anything." She pulled his ass and as his huge cock popped inside her, she put her head back and let out a long moan, her mouth opened wide. She let out a groan and recovered. "Try me, you can try me all night," she breathed, "I guarantee I won't say no."

'Fuck, she's so perfect that she doesn't even have any fillings,' he thought as his pubis pressed against hers. He pulled out and pressed back inside the girl eliciting another deep moan. "What if I tell you all I want is to fuck you and send you home to your husband with a cunt full of my cum," he asked.

Ella nodded, "Do it. Whatever you want. I'm a slut, remember? You can use me and then toss me aside." The initial pain of having twice the mass inside her vagina was fading and pleasurable waves were growing inside her.

Steve shook his head, "What if I told you to call your husband and tell him you won't be home until morning?" he asked as he picked up the pace of his fucking.

Ella nodded, "Noon, I'll tell him noon... no earlier," she panted. "Fuck! Your fucking cock feels so fucking good!" she grunted. At first, her vagina stung from being stretched and her cervix hurt from his pounding but the pain faded and soon she felt as if her pussy was made for the massive shaft. "Bruce told me to get all of you... fuck, I had no idea how much there was to you."

Steve groaned, "Good girl. I like that you're so agreeable and so easy to talk to... I can see why your profiles are so intimate, so personal," he said.

Ella nodded, "It's important to get to know each of you... feel you inside me, that was what Bruce told me I needed to do," she smiled. She was stroking his muscular chest, his pecs almost as large as her tits but tons firmer.

"Good. I can go without sleep for hours and I plan on sending you back to your husband with at least a dozen loads of cum inside you," he panted. The girl was playing with his nipples which always got him off. He was about to tell her to wait when she let out a long grunt. Her body went tense, shaking slightly before crying out.

"Fuck!" Ella spat as the image of Billy discovering a stream of cum flowing out of her pussy triggered an incredibly abrupt and powerful orgasm. Her hands pawed at the man's chest as she writhed beneath him and as the orgasm faded she felt his body tense.

Steve was able to hold off until the beautiful redhead came but the way she was gripping his chest and how she was torquing her pelvis against him sent him over the edge. He arched his back as he drove as deeply inside her as he could when he felt the agonizing release of a powerful spurt of cum. He never asked if she were on the pill but it was too late.

Ella stroked the man's chest wishing she had photos of all the men as they climaxed. Their expressions were so intense, almost as if trying to bear up under incredible pain. Then as their orgasm lessened, the look of satisfaction on all their faces was an amazing contrast to the previous looks of agony. In the back of her mind, she wondered if anyone ever did a photographic study of men climaxing and then their faces after the orgasm faded. She might need to check that out... it might be a popular article.

Steve's orgasm lasted half again as long as they normally did and when he felt the last weak spasm, he collapsed next to the girl. He looked over at her, pulled stray red hair off her face, sighing, "Fucking incredible. Both Alan and Marvin told me you were the best fuck they ever had... I hope that doesn't bother you, hearing that," he said.

Ella chuckled, "I was going to put that in my resume but Billy suggested I put that in the cover letter instead. I suspect that got me through the first 3 interviews." She slapped his ass, "OK. Take that fucking python out of my abused pussy and get cleaned up. I need to interview you," she ordered.

Steve reluctantly pulled out and nodded, "OK. I'll answer all of your questions after you call your husband to tell him that the interview will be running late... into tomorrow morning." He rolled off her, stood, and put out a hand.

Ella sighed as she got to her feet. A stream of cum flowed down her inner right thigh. "You wouldn't happen to have a towel handy, would you? I was admiring your carpet inside and..."

"... Linda might ask what I spilled while she was on her trip. That might be hard to explain," he smiled. "Speaking of carpets, yours is spectacular," He went over to one of the chairs and grabbed a towel but before Ella could take one, he pushed her into the pool.

Ella squealed as she splashed into the water. She rose spluttering, "That answered my first question," she laughed.  

Steve watched the girl climb out but not before she rubbed between her legs. She took his hand and then the proffered towel. "What was the first question?" he asked, "am I generally a mean or a nice person?"

Ella dried off and shook her head, "As CIO, do you encourage the teams to think outside the box when problem-solving? You saw I needed to clean my pussy and found a reasonable solution. On the other hand, it was you cumming inside my box that created the mess in the first place," she said as she patted her wet hair with the towel. She went to hand him the towel but as he leaned forward, she grabbed his wrist and yanked hard. Even though she was a good 70 lbs. lighter, he flew into the pool. She grinned at him when he surfaced, "I noticed that your cock was a bit creamy with my cum."

Steve laughed and swam to the edge, "OK. Truce." He easily pulled himself out of the pool and accepted a dry towel. "Fuck! You're a tiny thing but amazingly strong. I'm going to have to work hard tonight to test your endurance," he chuckled. Then he looked thoughtful as he ran the towel down his muscular legs, "All three. Marvin, Alan, and Mark sure were walking gingerly the Mondays after you interviewed them. Maybe I should be worried that you'll give me a heart attack."

Ella chuckled. Between the three board members and Billy's incredible appetite, her endurance had been put to the test in ways she would never have believed, "That's another good question. When faced with a challenge that on the surface seems impossible, do you take it slow or attack it head-on?" she asked as Steve put a hand on her lower back, guiding her inside the house.

He sat opposite the girl wondering if the other men had such a great view. "I attack it head-on. I sometimes don't even sleep until I've resolved the issue," he said.

Ella knew this was going to be a different kind of interview when she was researching the man, but sitting naked opposite a naked 70-year-old man definitely was different. "And when the challenge proves too much?" she asked as she draped her left thigh over the arm of the chair.

Steve was having trouble looking into her eyes. Marvin mentioned that Ella's downy soft patch of pubic hair was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen. Steve thought that had to be hyperbole but her tight pussy framed by the soft patch of fur was spectacularly beautiful. "I'm not above admitting it when I'm stumped. I'll engage others who might help find a solution," he said.

Ella made a note on her tablet. Then she looked up, "So. If you find that you can't keep up with me tonight, I assume you'll call someone for help?" she asked, her eyes on his erection.

'Oh, trust me... I'm not going to have an issue with that," he smiled.

Ella looked at him, "They told you to take one of those pills, didn't they?"

Steve nodded. "Yep. Alan, actually. He suggested I take two but wow! I never took one before and I'm amazed for fucking well they work," he smiled as he stroked his cock.

Ella sighed, "I'm so going to have words with Bruce. He got me an iPad, a recorder, and even a company car for these interviews. I'm going to suggest he get me a vial of those blue pills. Seems like you guys all want to get hard over and over and use all my holes as often as you can. I guess none of you got where you are without leveraging whatever tools you have to get what you wanted." She held up a finger, "Hang on. I promised to call my husband."

Steve took the time to fully admire the cute package thanking whatever God there might be for sending her to him. He loved his wife but he hadn't even been to a strip joint since his bachelor party, let alone been with another woman. This girl was perfect... her tits weren't huge but jutted out from her chest in a way that made his mouth water. Her tight waist and narrow hips either made her pussy feel tight or she was wonderfully tight. Could he have sex with Linda again and not compare? Not a chance in hell. She walked around as she talked to her husband giving him a great view of her compact ass.

"Billy, honey. Bad news. I know I said I'd be home tonight but Mr. Davis is a tougher interview than I expected and there is a lot to get into. He kindly said I could sleep over tonight. No... come on, we've been through this. OK. Look, nothing to worry..., OK, not worry... no reason to hope. Nothing's going to come of... yeah, alright. I love you. I should be home around noon tomorrow. Well, he promised me some swimming lessons as he was in 2 Olympics," she said. "Gotta go. Yes, me too," she replied before putting down the phone. She came back over sitting down on the comfortable chair draping both thighs over the arms. "I know. Not ladylike, but I like being comfortable," she said as if challenging the man to say something.

Steve grinned, "Not complaining. I can't tell you how many times Linda admonished me, 'Did you make our guest comfortable? Did you offer them drinks?' Wait! Do you want a drink?" he asked.

Ella nodded, "I'd love a drink. Whatever you're having." She intently observed the long shaft bouncing out in front of the older man as he went over to the bar. Her pussy throbbed recalling the spongy head slamming into her cervix. 'How big do these things get?' she wondered.  

Steve poured two glasses of single malt, "Ice? Water? Neat?" he asked.

"Neat's great," Ella smiled. Do all the board members drink scotch, she wondered. She recognized the bottle... Glenfarclas 25? Her father's favorite... at least the 17. She put out her hand to take the glass but she was a half foot to the right as her attention was focused on the fat, veined rod pointing at her face. She looked up and chuckled "Sorry. I was thinking about baseball for some reason." She accepted the glass, took a sip, and closed her eyes. The strong vapors filled her mouth and nasal passages. It reminded her of her father but then made her cough. "Sorry, breathed in a little." Her pussy throbbed in anticipation of getting speared by the biggest cock she'd ever seen while an image of her father's smiling face wasn't the picture she wanted in her head.

Steve started to get up but Ella waved him back. He leaned back, legs open wide. He was acutely aware that the beautiful redhead couldn't take her eyes off his junk. His cock throbbed pleasantly as he studied the pink folds opening between her legs. He loved the soft red pubes that framed the prettiest pussy he'd ever see along with the triangular patch above. His mouth watered as he could almost taste the tangy fluids, and the heady aroma. "Sorry? I was thinking..."

Ella stroked her pussy. "Didn't you go through the Sexual Awareness Training?" she asked, "You know, the one with the tech in the filing room. 'My eyes are up here?' one?" she smiled. She opened her legs wider. "I might have to report you unless by tomorrow morning you fuck my brains out as you promised," she smiled.

"That's my plan. I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget everything except what you put into your iPad." Steve grinned.

"Ooooh, I might need to see you after next Thanksgiving. My Uncles Ted and Bill are relentless in their sexual suggestions," she said. She was going to mention how creepy they are especially since they are in their late 40s... but... She looked at her iPad. "OK, let's get to it. While my brain is intact I need to get through the interview."

Ella asked about growing up; when he first found he was a gifted swimmer; the Olympic experiences, especially Munich.

She asked about his swimming, did he really shave his legs? What about the hair on his head? Then she looked at the huge mass between his legs, "Didn't having all that hanging out slow you down? I mean, if the small hairs create resistance..."

Steve chucked, "I always tried to tuck everything under... you know," he sighed. "And yes, I even shaved all around here," he indicated his pubes, "water flows through the lycra suit so..."

Ella smiled, "The sacrifices you have to make for your craft... OK. What other sacrifices have you had to make in other areas to get what you needed?" she asked.

Steve answered that and others. Neither seemed to notice how late it got, though it could have been the two refills of Scotch.

At first, Steve gave short answers as he wanted to get through these, but soon he forgot about the erotic situation they both were in and answered the questions with more and more depth. By the time Ella asked her final question, he saw that it was past 1 AM. "Wow!" he smiled, "I wondered how we'd get through the interview with you being so distracting..." he overtly eyed her naked form, "but you're incredibly easy to open up to. I'll talk to Mark about suggesting that everyone doing these profiles do them in the nude," he smiled.

Ella nodded, "At least Terry and Laura." She cupped her small breasts, "these..." she sighed, "aren't DDs. I wonder if you'd be able to get through an interview with either of them."

Steve shook his head, "I'm sure they are terrific but your body... and I can say this from experience... is incredible. Remember I spent years training along with two summers at the Olympics. I got to see dozens if not hundreds of female Olympic athletes," he smiled, "Many naked... and you're right there with the best of them. Alan told me that you are the most beautiful woman he's seen at TIFG and I agree. Perfect. Your body is perfectly proportioned. Believe me when I tell you that, you're in the presence of an expert on beautiful bodies," he smiled.

Ella blushed, "I don't know what to say. I mean... I hope I'm pretty but," she sighed. "Damn. Now I'm curious. Two Olympics... two Olympic villages. How many women..?"

Steve grinned, "Lost count. I did keep track of the number of countries they represented," he smiled proudly, "17. I literally went around the world." Steve eyed the girl, "And not one could hold a candle to your raw beauty," he said quietly.

"I was going to tell you I was really tired and ask if I could borrow a couch but after hearing you say that..." she said. "I assume you want to go around the world again? I'm up for whatever... remember, I promised not to say 'no.'" She slid off her chair and crawled over to his. His cock had long ago gone soft as the man answered her questions, but as she crawled over she watched him pulse back to life. Steve parted his legs wider as she pressed her face against his ballsack. She ran her tongue up the hardening shaft while gripping him. When she got to the underside of the flared head, she looked up at him. "I swallow... if you are wondering. And I'm on the pill, which you might have asked about earlier," she smiled. "I also enjoy a nice hard cock in my ass."

Steve admired the pale pink lips against the darker flesh of his cock and then thought about getting back inside her tight pussy. "I'd like to fuck you. I promised you that by noon tomorrow, I'll fuck your brains out. You thought I was joking but I was an Olympian and I can last a long time."

Ella chuckled as she recalled the last three weeks. "You're on. I'll bet you can try but you're an old guy now and I'm at my sexual peak," she grinned. She looked at his huge cock in her hands and shrugged, "Though, bringing illegal gear to the match might give you an edge."

Steve pulled the girl onto his lap, her legs splayed out on the arms of the chair, "Not illegal. I checked, It is just within Olympic standards for the pole vault... wow!" he sighed as Ella impaled herself onto his fat shaft. Ella was doing more than the splits as she bounced on his cock. "Oh, my God!" Steve panted, "Are you sure you weren't in the Olympics as a gymnast?" he panted.

Ella shook her head, her eyes closed as she savored the incredible feeling of being filled fully and stretched wide. She leaned into his hands as he palmed her tits while letting out a low moan.

Steve was amazed at the girl's flexibility and strength. He soon picked up the pace of the girl bouncing on his cock, meeting her with his own thrusts. He wasn't kidding when he said he'd hooked up with many Olympic athletes but none had ever done anything like this. He could feel the aching in his balls rising just as Ella's panting was getting more ragged. He pulled her down planting his mouth on her left nipple, while cupping her ass cheek.

Ella was getting close, and the electrical jolts from his tongue attacking her hard nipple with his middle finger pressing into her ass made the room spin as her orgasm exploded inside her. She was grinding her pussy hard against his cock, grunting loudly as the intense waves pulsed through her.

Steve pulled the girl close and as she orgasmed, her spectacularly tight pussy gripped his cock even more. He wanted to hold off and finger-fucked her ass while stimulating her nipples until she let out a low groan, going limp.

Ella felt the man easily lift her up and carry her down the hall, his cock and hands on her ass holding her up. She suspected had he released her ass his cock alone would have supported her weight.

Steve entered the bedroom, not bothering with the light, and lowered the small redhead onto the bed. He looked down at the girl as he pulled out, before slamming back into her. Her mouth opened with each thrust, and her eyes were looking up unfocused as he fucked the wonderfully small pussy. 'How could she be so tight, so small yet take his entire 9"?' he wondered.

Steve's hips pistoned into the girl, his huge ballsack slapping loudly against her upper thighs. Ella's legs wrapped around his ass as he plunged deep into the girl's cunt. 'Amazing... no protest. How can she take all of me?' he wondered. Some girls were able to but not until he worked up to it. Then he studied her... memorizing all of her. She had to be the most erotic vision he could remember. Her red hair splayed out on the pillow, her creamy tennis-ball-sized breasts jiggling as he thrust deep inside her. His mouth watered as he focused on her silver dollar-sized pale pink areolas with hard nipples perfectly centered. Ella's legs tightened around him as she let out a series of grunts. She clamped her lips on his nipple causing the aching in his balls to increase rapidly.

Ella knew that Steve was getting close and she wanted to feel him cum inside her again just as she orgasmed. Her tongue teased his hardened nipple as the throbbing in her lower belly rose with each powerful thrust of his hip... his huge cock rearranging her organs... As she savored the incredible feelings, she heard his deep grunts increase.

Steve tried to hold back but all the wonderful stimulation triggered a release and just as he gave up, Ella cried out she was cumming. Her body writhed against his and he was impressed with how strong she was. This 110 lb. girl's legs were pulling his hard against him and as she ground against him he put his head back and let out a loud groan.

The intense waves pulsed through Ella's body as she felt a warm jet of cum splash against her cervix. This seemed to make the intensity of her orgasm ramp up even more. She grunted loudly each time she felt his sperm shoot into her until both of their orgasms faded simultaneously. Her head spun as she went limp, her legs releasing his ass, splaying out on either side of his hips, her head and arms falling back on the bed.

Steve looked down at the flushed, panting girl and smiled. "Fuck!" he groaned. "Marvin and Alan were right. You're the best fuck I've ever had. Too bad by noon tomorrow you won't remember any of it," he grinned. "I wasn't kidding when I said I was going to fuck your brains out."

Ella opened her eyes and looked up at the man, "Your cock is huge but you'd probably have to fuck my face to fuck my brains out... anatomically speaking, that is."

"Oh, trust me. By noon tomorrow I plan on fucking your face, your ass, your incredibly tight cunt, and any other holes I find," he smiled down at her.

"You can fuck anything you want but I'll make a deal with you. I'll bet I'll outlast you. If I leave you exhausted and spent, you owe me 20 hours of swim coaching," she said, "I'd like to be even half as smooth as you are in the pool."

Steve nodded, "And when I leave you comatose?"

"What do you want?" Ella asked.

"You. I want you...20 more hours. We'll work out the details later."

Ella nodded, "Seems fair. 20 hours for 20 hours."

Steve grinned, "We have a deal?"

Ella felt his cock harden inside her, "Wait. 20 hours of what?" She looked at his resurged cock, "You seem a bit more excited than just one-on-one sessions."

Steve chuckled, "Don't trust me? Smart. OK, how about 4, 5 hour evenings with you waiting on my friends? In the east wing, I have a billiards room and host a monthly get-together."

Ella shook her head, "And you want me to let all your friends fuck me?" Is that the deal?" 'Fuck! Was he already fully erect? Was he thinking I'd let a roomful of men fuck me? I would... fuck yes, I would, but he can't know that,' she thought. 'Especially if they all have huge cocks.'

Steve shook his head, "I would never... well, I would... but no. I'd like you to dress... you know, erotically. Get them drinks, and snacks, and perhaps tease a little. The evenings are never longer than 3 hours and after they leave..."

Ella pushed the man onto his back, "You want to reintroduce your cock to my tiny abused cunt, is that it?" Her pelvis rocked as she looked down at the man.

"That would be the plan," Steve smiled as he palmed her perfect tits.

Ella shook her head, "I like the basic concept but tell me. Do you play competitively? You know, do you guys have a winner by the end of the night?" she asked.

Steve nodded, "We do... are you suggesting...?"

Ella leaned down and kissed him, her tongue flicking against his much larger tongue. She whispered in his ear, "I'll do it... I'll even show up an hour earlier if you want but I want to be the prize at the end of the night," she said.

Steve's balls throbbed as he considered her offer, "Why? Why would you want to do more than...?"

Ella kissed the man again, a bit harder. She ground her pussy against his hard shaft before breaking the kiss. She panted into his ear, "I never thought I'd cheat on Billy... never thought about any other man but these past few weeks with men using me has opened something up... I was regretting that the last three interviews were with married men, but I hoped... It woke something inside me, I liked it, I liked opening my legs to..."

"... get fucked by strange men... men you just met." He held the girl as she tried to milk his cock with tight pussy.

Ella nodded, "I felt a rush when you said your wife was gone on a trip... I wasn't sure you were interested but... oh, fuck!" she groaned as she felt another orgasm building.

Steve held the girl while her panting increased against his ear, her pelvis grinding urgently. Then her body tensed and almost vibrated as she let out a series of deep grunts.

Ella felt an orgasm unlike any she ever experienced. It was deeper inside, more of a full-body release. It was less intense but in a way, more intense as it seemed to pulse through more of her. She felt herself shuddering against the man and when it faded, she felt more drained than after her other orgasms. How many? How many times had she cum with Steve and the other men? Then she recalled her and Billy's love-making sessions where one orgasm was a treat.

Steve held the girl and stroked her back. When she lifted her flushed face and kissed him, he rocked his pelvis to fuck her deeply. He tenderly brushed the stray locks of hair off her face, "Let's suggest another bet. I fuck your brains out and you'll host 6 billiard parties... you as the prize for the evening's winner. For free. You outlast me... I'll give you 20 one-hour swimming lessons and, you'll host 6 billiards parties. I'll pay you $2,000 per evening and it will be your call whether you want to let the winner use you any way he wants."

Ella groaned as she considered it. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation of new and strange men using her, "Deal. You know I won't say no... but I can see by the look on your face that you knew that. Am I bad? Am I a slut?" she asked sadly.

Steve shrugged, "That's a label. If it depresses you thinking about it, then don't use it. I heard your call with Billy... he wants you naked with my cock inside you... he just doesn't want to know. Tell him you're being hired to look like eye candy and bring the men drinks. Let his imagination do the rest. You are doing him a huge service... being a slut or whatever label you want to put on it. I'd make another bet that Billy insists you wear next to nothing.... or nothing, but you already know the answer."

Ella nodded, "I guess if I'm going to be a slut, I'll be the Mother Teresa of sluts."

Steve shuddered, "Sorry. She was a great person but," he grimaced, "I don't have the sexiest image in my head right now."

Ella smiled, "I'll be the Scarlett Johannson of sluts."

"Better... but I'm thrilled with the Ella Irish of sluts... you can't top that image," he said as he rolled her over so he was on top.

Ella looked up at the man, her eyes open "You say the sweetest things. Had you said that earlier I doubt I would have got through the questions."

Steve grinned, "Can't go back but for the next..." he looked at the clock, "...9 hours, I plan on abusing all your slutty married holes until you beg me to stop."

Ella pulled his ass against her as she opened her legs wider, "You can try but if fucking were an Olympic event, I'd be a top contender," she smiled.

The rest of the night, Steve didn't disappoint. If Ella thought getting fucked 8 or 9 times was a lot, she was mistaken. Steve recovered over and over and by 9 AM, Steve came inside her ass, making it his 11th orgasm.

Ella lay face down on the bed, her pussy bruised and throbbing as were her lips. Her asshole stung from the 4 or 5 intense poundings as she felt the fit man collapse on top of her. She thought he would roll off but he felt like dead weight. She knew that he was alive as she felt him breathing deeply. Struggling to breathe, she rocked her body until he slid off to the side, his cock still inside her ass. Slowly, she felt the fleshy shaft shrink and slide out until he exited her anus. She extracted her body and rolled off the bed.

Steve was out cold, his eyes moving rapidly under his closed lids. She made an Olympic athlete pass out, she thought proudly. She looked at the bedspread which didn't look too bad, but the three towels had multiple cum stains. She walked gingerly into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Ella felt refreshed after drying off. In the back of her mind, she thought that he was the first of the board members who didn't fuck her in the shower. Her various holes stung but they recovered soon after the fit man used them for his pleasure. She grabbed a warm washcloth and went back into the bedroom. Steve was on his back, his flaccid cock draped across his thigh, still an inch longer than Billy's was hard. She knelt and cleaned the dried spunk off the shaft and out of his matted pubic hair. She sat on her heels and studied his body. Marvin, Alan, and Mark weren't fat but weren't fit like this man was. His chest was firm and tight, his abs were clearly defined... his cock... wow! Still fat, still impressive... his huge ball sack. How the fuck was he able to

She ripped her eyes away from his impressive package to check out his thighs. His quads were like fat ropes and his calves were as wide as her thighs. She put saw a few areas on his cock that still had dried cum so she went back into the bathroom, rinsed off the cloth, and came back to the bed.

'Oh wow!' she mused as she held his cock in her right hand while cleaning him off with the washcloth in her left. He was getting hard. Even after a dozen fuck sessions, he was still able to get an erection. He truly was an Olympian, she chuckled. She went back into the bathroom and found some CeraVe hand cream. She thought about using it on her pussy and ass but took it back to the bedroom. She took a dab and holding his cock in her right hand stroked the cool cream into the flesh of his veined cock with her left.

Steve's dreams were about a beautiful redhead offering herself to him over and over. He slid his cock inside her mouth, her tight pussy, and her tight ass and she responded by eagerly opening her mouth, her legs, and bending over while spreading her ass cheeks. His cock was buried deep inside her velvety pussy, and he was pumping hard into her... it felt so real as his balls began a familiar aching. He opened his eyes and the beautiful naked redhead was stroking his cock, her small breasts bouncing with the motion of her arms. "Fuck! You win," he groaned. "I fucking passed out, didn't I? Never... oh fuck," he groaned as he closed his eyes enjoying her soft hands on his cock.

Ella smiled down at the man as he closed his eyes enjoying her handjob. She leaned over as she continued to jerk him off with the right hand and tenderly licked his nipple. His hips started responding and as she pumped her fist he humped into it. A steady stream of precum helped keep the lotion slick on his cock and she enjoyed the feel of the rippled cock in her hand. She thought ahead to the potential stranger's cocks she would be encountering at his billiards parties and her pussy throbbed. Steve let out a low moan and stiffened. She kept licking his nipple but looked down as a tiny spurt of cum shot up an inch followed by a half-dozen weak dribbles.

Steve moaned happily as he felt the release and the pleasurable pulses before he drifted off again. His last thoughts were how incredible this woman was to fuck him so thoroughly he passed out.

Ella went and rinsed the washcloth again and went back and cleaned the man's cock again. Then she rolled him off the third towel they soiled and put the washcloth and the three towels into the laundry hamper she found in the closet. She then covered the softly snoring, naked man before taking in one last look.

She went out to the pool area and found her suit. She was about to go back inside but had a thought. She put on the tiny yellow bikini and dove in. She did a dozen laps realizing why Steve loved doing these before climbing out. She took off the suit and dried off. She then went inside, packed her wet suit, and got dressed in her tee shirt and shorts.

* * *

Billy was on the bed, jerking off with images of a huge cock slamming into Ella's small pussy when he heard the apartment door close. He rolled off, pulled his pants on quickly, found an old shirt, and used it to wipe his hands. He headed down the hall and smiled seeing his beautiful wife. Her hair was damp and when he hugged her, she smelled like chlorine. "I thought you were lying when you said he was going to give you swimming lessons," he said, "To be truthful, I hoped you were just saying that so he could fuck you all night and into this morning."

Ella shook her head, "Your imagination. I told you, he's married... on top of that, do you think a 70-year-old man, even with Viagra, could fuck all night and into the morning?" she asked. "I need breakfast. After my swimming lesson, I just wanted to get home and see you," she said as she hugged him.

Billy shook his head, "No. I guess not. Why couldn't you have been assigned to interview the men working the loading docks?" he asked.

Ella chuckled, "Next time. What about the black firefighters organization? I'm sure they'd like some free PR," she grinned. "Holy shit! That has the be the fastest I've ever seen you get hard," she said. "Fuck it. Breakfast is going to have to wait," she sighed as she pulled down her shorts before pressing her face onto the kitchen table. She gritted her teeth anticipating another hard cock penetrating her bruised pussy but barely felt him slide inside her.

Billy didn't last long, even by his standards and Ella was able to get her breakfast. Billy was on the balcony when she came out with a 2nd cup of coffee. "So, how was last night?" she asked.

Billy smiled, "Strange. I'm getting used to you being gone every Friday night. I'm done with both movies and the two Reacher series. I know that you're not into that genre but they're good, especially the two series."

Ella kissed him on the cheek, "It will be over soon," she sighed. "I've got the CTO and lastly, the CEO," she felt a slight shudder as she replayed what she learned about the man. High moral standards, is extremely devoted to Christ, and even though his wife has a Master's in Economics has never worked. Was that the man's idea of the value of women?

Billy shook his head, "Great, I mean great... but..."

"But what? You like me not being around?" she asked.

"I like imagining that you're not working but, shit! I can't get the thought of you naked with other men out of my head. I get..." he swept a hand across the tent in his pants, "I must be sick but nothing has ever excited me that much," he sputtered.

Even though they were on the balcony, Ella looked around, seeing no one, she knelt and stroked his hard cock through his pants. She looked up at him as she popped the button, unzipped, and pulled out his hard cock. "Then, perhaps I can make you feel better," she said as she stroked him. Steve agreed to give me 20 hours of swimming lessons. That's incredibly nice of him," she said, "I'll bet he could get $100 per hour..."

Billy smiled, "Wow. You're already a great swimmer, but what does he want in return?" he asked suspiciously.

Ella nodded, "Yeah, about that. Once a month, he has a billiard party with his friends. He wants me to be a hostess... you know, get drinks, snacks..."

"... flirt, tease. What outfit?" he asked.

Ella spit on her hand and returned to jerking him off, "I'm sure it would be a short skirt and a tight blouse... not every man is as perverted as you are."

Billy shook his head, "Your yellow bikini... that would be incredible," he groaned as he felt an impending orgasm.

Ella shook her head, "Why not naked? I'm sure the guys would love it if your wife paraded around naked in front of them. I could wear just this," she held up her wedding ring.

Billy nodded, "Yes... I know you're kidding but please? Think about it. Then, at the end of the night, maybe they could do some kind of tournament with you as the prize," he said in a strange, almost strangled voice.

Ella looked shocked, "You're serious. Why don't I climb naked on the table and invite them all to use all my holes?" she sputtered. She was about to say more but Billy's cock erupted, spewing cum onto her face. She took him into her mouth, sucking and swallowing all the rest of his hot jism.

Ella went into the kitchen to clean up as she wondered about Billy's reaction. She never got to the agreement, 6 nights and $2,000 per night. 'Later,' she thought. She needed to work on the profile.

The rest of the weekend, Ella was able to devote time to the profile when Billy wasn't getting hourly erections. She decided that next week, even though Robert was also married, suggest that she was out of the house for some reason.