Damage Control Pt. 05 - CTO

Ella finished her story on Steve Weber and hit send. His might have been the easiest to write as his drive to maintain his physical shape was exhibited in his high standards for those who worked with him. On top of that, he was a coach, a teacher, and a mentor at heart and many under him benefitted from his guidance.

Satisfied with that profile, she could now concentrate (Billy willing) on Robert Harris, the Chief Technology Officer. She closed her laptop and opened the city paper wondering which profile they put in the Living section. Bruce sent her a note to check it out assuming one of her profiles would be buried deep inside the section. She hoped it would be Marvin Davis with whom she felt she captured his passion for life and humanity. Instead, the main heading read, 'TGIF: TIFG, The Ressurection of a flawed but still Great Company.' Under it was her name and her picture from the Company's website. She gasped and sat back not believing what she was seeing.

"A series of Friday interviews might have saved The Trust Investment Fidelities Group. These humanizing stories could not have come out at a better time." She read further, '... a series of profiles and interviews with the board members graphically shows how the corporate culture isn't shaped by one man but the collective. Ella Irish has been spending her Fridays sitting down with the board members and getting them to open up on their values, their passions, and their dedication to their communities, their families, and the company. On top of that, I was told each of her profiles was submitted first thing Monday morning so she worked all weekend... every weekend. The company's stock fell 22% following the DUI arrest of its previous CEO. After we shared the first three articles the gifted writer wrote, the stock surged 21% which was due to many factors but it is indisputable that Ella's humanizing of upper management was a major contributing factor. We anticipate reading more about those that shape our largest employer in the metro area.'

Ella felt light-headed. They printed her profiles? When? Did she get a byline? That would be really cool, she thought. She logged into the paper's website and did some searching. It wasn't tough to find. The first one on Marvin was nicely situated on page 3. Alan's was a week later on the bottom of page one. Then, she found Mark's on top. It ran down the right side of the front page of the living section and there was her name! 'Ella Irish, Communications, TIFG.' She went back and found her name was on all three. Her head was spinning as she considered her new exposure. This wasn't expected... perhaps one of her profiles but all of them so far?

Billy's ardor hadn't ebbed even after Ella told him that the last three board members were all married. "Wives understand when their husbands need privacy. You'll be undisturbed in their offices and you can bend over their desks to write something down... wear that short dress and show some cheek. You have the best ass that they'll ever see," he urged.

Ella looked in the mirror and raised her arms over her head. Her black thong was fully revealed. She shook her head and pulled out the red dress she picked up on sale at Nordstrom's. It was 4" longer but fit more snugly. For some reason, the tight bodice made her breasts seem even larger, but she could see the lacy pattern of her bra. 'Why do I care about this so much?' she wondered. 'All signs show Robert and Frank, the new CEO are not like the previous 4 board members. Both are devout Christians, both mention their wives in their social media posts and almost every picture has their wives right next to them, sincere smiles on their faces.

It was Billy. He wanted stories. She almost regretted teasing him weeks ago with how Marvin used her body all night. His appetite for stories of her slutty exploits grew by the week. She pulled off the dress when Billy walked in.

"Why not the short one?" he asked. "Or this one. I like how it hugs your body."

Ella shook her head, "I love it but I need a less.. something bra. You can see every strap, every seam."

Billy came over and deftly unclipped her lacy bra, "Problem solved."

"I can't show up braless at the CTO's house with his wife there," she protested.

Billy looked at the bedside clock, "You better make up your mind. You have 5 minutes to get in the car if you're going to make it at 8."

Ella glanced over and sighed, "Fuck it." She pulled the red dress over her head and after pulling it down and straightening it... she sighed. 'As long as my nipples behave.' "Stop it!" she said as she smacked her husband's hands away from her breasts, but it was too late. Two 1/4" hard nubs stretched out the material on her breasts. She playfully slapped her husband before spinning and picking up her overnight bag. Even though there wasn't a chance in hell that the Harris's would invite her to use a guest bedroom, she would get a room somewhere. Billy insisted telling her that part of the excitement was her staying out all night.

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As she drove over, she wondered how she would be able to interview the man with his wife at home. Did he know about her previous interviews, that they lasted all night? What did he expect and if she just interviewed him and left, would he feel like she thought less of him? She hated that these questions would ever come up but this was her new reality.

Robert Harris was shorter than the other board members, shorter, and a bit rounder. He might have been trim in his youth, but he was approaching 250. He had a terrific smile on his round face as he invited her in.

"Please, please come in. Your articles are terrific. I've had friends call me to ask when my profile will be coming out." He put out a hand either to shake or to hug.

Ella took his hand and easily let herself be pulled into a chaste hug. She followed the man into the living room observing the almost monk-like band of hair on his otherwise bald head. She was both relieved and disappointed to meet the man. Pleased at how open and friendly he looked, and how unthreatening. Never once, did he glance at her tight dress or her bare legs. Disappointed, because there'd be nothing to tease Billy with.

Robert offered her a drink as he indicated what looked to be the most comfortable chair in the beautifully furnished room.

As she accepted the glass of Beaujolais. She liked it but was surprised that Robert wasn't like the other board members and had single malt. Even though Marvin offered her a Cab, he mentioned that he loved a good Scotch. She looked around, "Your wife? I read that you've been married 35 years."

Robert nodded, "35 happy years. Too bad you can't meet her. She's off on a cruise in Europe. Didn't Steve tell you?" he asked, "Marjorie and Linda are both on the river cruise."

Ella shook her head, "He mentioned she was with a friend but... too bad. She's really beautiful and from what I read, has done a lot of charitable work with the church."

"Thanks. She's at our parish as much as she's at home At the next company-wide party, I'll make sure to introduce you." He looked at the girl, expectantly. "OK. What do you want to know about me? I'm not very interesting, not a former Olympian, never climbed much of anything except stairs, no rescuer of animals... no, I can only guess what Mark did," he chuckled.

Ella smiled, "And then there's you. I see a ton of volunteer work with the homeless, single mothers, foster homes... you are a caring person. But let's start with growing up, school... you know," she said.

Robert was fairly bland until she asked about his work with women's shelters, foster homes, etc.. Robert's face lit up.

"Want to see?" he asked.

"Sure... um, see what?" Ella looked confused. She assumed the man did repairs or basic maintenance but perhaps it was something different. She put down her 2nd glass of wine and followed the man out the back door. He led the way across the wide expanse of land.

"We have one of those carriage houses or mother-in-law's suites out back. I converted it into my workshop," he said proudly. He pulled open the door, switched on the light, and smiled broadly on hearing the redhead's gasp.

"Holy..." Ella said as she looked around. The area was huge and three of the walls were filled with video games, and not just any video games. These were all the classics. Pac-Man, Ms. Pac-Man, Asteroids... all the ones she remembered her father raving about. "Why? I mean, I see... what? 6 Space Invaders?" she asked, wide-eyed.

Robert was stroking the tall red cabinet with Donkey Kong and a muscular ape on it. "I had a rough childhood. Dad was a drunk, Mom was... anyhow, I lived a few blocks from Funland. Kids... kids with money would spend hours in there, laughing, joking, competing. I had no money... I mean, I did but it was for school lunch so I could only look. Watch them. Mr. Wallace saw me watching through the window and came out to talk to me." Robert looked as if he were going to cry, "Um, he asked me if I'd do him a favor. He needed someone to come in on Saturdays before opening and test all the games. He told me he just didn't have time and he'd pay me."

"Wow! What a nice man," Ella said feeling sympathy for the man.

Robert nodded, "Three hours early. He gave me a key... I was only 14 but he not only gave me a key, every Saturday there would be three rolls of quarters on the counter and I'd play every one of the games. On top of that, he paid me $5.00 per hour. Back then, the minimum wage was something like $2.30," he said softly. "Of course, when my Dad found out he took my money but I'd have done it for free."

"My God," Ella whispered, "So... these? You sell them?"

Robert shook his head, "I donate them. Schools, hospitals, women's shelters, foster homes... you name it, if there's a place that can use these, I'll get some for them. I set them to free play," he pointed to a switch on the side of a Galaxian console. "There's also a switch in the back to turn off the sounds... you know, hospital waiting rooms, churches..."

Ella looked around, "Donate? There must be tens of thousands of dollars worth of machines just in here," she said.

Robert nodded. They're not cheap but I often find ones that are bricks. I rebuild them and soon they are as good as new." He led her into the back, "Painting and stenciling room. I have all the original artwork for every type of machine, for every year and I restore them to their out-of-the-box condition. It's a wonderful hobby," he said proudly.

Ella's head was spinning, "How many? How many have you already... deployed?"

"Over 100, " he said proudly. "My first ones were to a foster home over on Park Street. The looks on the kid's faces... never forget it. I was addicted."

"But why haven't I heard of this before? I mean, you must have spent over a million on these..." she stammered.

Robert nodded, "Getting close to 2 million. I have a front company. I named it after the best man I ever knew, 'The Edwin Wallace Gaming Company.' I never give my name out. I want people who enjoy these to thank Edwin Wallace every time they play." He went over to a half-dozen by the back near a garage door. He pointed to the official logo beneath the Asteroids screen. In gold leaf letters, 'The Edwin Wallace Gaming Company.'

Ella shook her head, "But it's you. You deserve the credit. Don't you want people to know it's you?" she asked.

Robert shook his head but then nodded, "I do and I don't. Even after all this," he swept a hand around the area, "I don't feel like I've come close to thanking the great man." He went over to the wall and pointed to a newspaper clipping.

Ella looked at it. 15 to 20 lines. "Fuck," she said in almost a whisper. She looked at Robert, "Do you have any other information about the man? I'm guessing the paper would love to read about someone who helped shape our community. If I can tell the people about him," she looked around, "I'll submit an article to the paper telling about Edwin Wallace... I mean, think about it. All those kids and parents are wondering. Who the hell is Edwin Wallace? Let's tell his story. But only if I tell yours," she said.

Robert looked thoughtful before a smile crept on his face, "That would be amazing. You'd do that? Really?" he asked. When Ella nodded, he stepped over and hugged her. All night, he had been looking at the girl suspecting that her previous interviewees all had sex with her and he couldn't blame them. OK, the word 'suspect' was a nice way of giving the girl the benefit of the doubt. He overheard Steve telling Alan how the girl left him comatose the next morning and how no woman ever had outlasted him. However, he wasn't Steve or Alan... they were tall, handsome and she might have been attracted to them. He was a 63-year-old chubby man with almost no hair on his head. He held her for longer than would be business-appropriate but she was holding him tightly and stroking his back.

Ella didn't care that the man looked like an accountant, or was a bit overweight. She felt a warmth toward the man and as she held him she found that he was feeling the same way.

Horrified, Robert felt his cock throb to life. Her pubis was pressed against his crotch and as he got hard, it pulse between them and he was sure she had to notice. Any second she would jerk her body away and slap him. Maybe yell out 'Pervert!,' but she was pressing against him and her breathing was getting deeper. There wasn't a chance in hell that this angel would have any interest in a frumpy nerd like him but...

Ella ground her pussy against him before stepping back. She didn't care that her face was flushed and her nipples poked out of the tight dress. She saw that he was just as flushed before looking down at the tent in his pants. She smiled and looked over at Ms. Pac-Man. "In college, I was the house champion. I'll play you for," she playfully undid the top button on his white dress shirt, "an item of clothing per game. Are you as good at playing these as you are at restoring them?"

Robert shook his head but his eyes kept flicking down to her nipples, "You don't need to..."

Ella put out her lower lip, "I don't, and if you don't find me attractive..."

Robert shook his head, "You're kidding," he said. "You're so beautiful, incredible..."

Ella turned to the Centipede game, putting her hands on the controls as she exaggerated bending over. She felt the cool air on her ass cheeks as she turned the game on. She looked back over her shoulder, "But before we play, I've never played this one. Can you show me how to use the controls?"

Robert had never seen such a perfect ass and felt his head spin as he stepped behind the young girl. He reached around, putting his hands on her as he pressed his cock between those cheeks.

Ella pushed back as the older man turned on the game. His large rough hand put hers on the trackball and his warm breath wafted against her neck as he spoke.

"Use the trackball to control the gun," he said softly, "There, yes... like that." She shot the first dropping spider.

Ella squealed and pressed her ass back against his cock as she kept shooting at the centipede as it zigzagged down the screen, periodically targeting the various dropping creatures. As if scratching her ass, she used her free hand to pull up the back of her dress before returning to the game.

Robert barely noticed when Ella lost while taking in her heavenly scent and pressing his hard cock between her tight ass cheeks. It had been years since he felt his cock nestled between any womanly cleft.

Ella sighed and stood, pulling the man's hands onto her chest, "I lost. I'm just not as well equipped as men are to shoot big guns," she purred. Her pubis pressed against the machine and the soft vibration went right through her pussy.

Robert almost came in his pants as he massaged the perfect handful of tits, her hard nipples pressing against his palms. He knew all evening that she didn't have a bra on with her nipples poking through on and off, but feeling her... wow! He wished he could tell the girl how long it had been since he felt a woman's breasts but that wasn't something he wanted to talk about. When she turned her head, his mouth found hers and as they kissed she pulled the straps off her shoulders. He briefly released her breasts allowing the red dress to slither to the floor.

Ella pushed her thong down her ass, stepped out of it, and bent back over the machine. She widened her stance as she stuck out her ass, "I can do this. I just need practice. I want to try again," she said breathlessly. "It would be rude of you to do something to distract me," she said quietly as she restarted the game. "Would that be considered cheating if it were competition?" she asked.

Robert didn't need to be told twice as he unzipped his pants, pulled out his full 6", and slid his cock between her thighs. He could feel her moist warm on the top of his veined shaft as he slid between. Then he pressed his cock up between her slick folds. "Yes, I'd probably be disqualified but only if I were caught." Even though he'd rebuilt over a hundred of these and played hundreds more, he never once had any woman, beautiful or not... been naked let alone offering her pussy to him. However, it was one of his more powerful fantasies. As the girl played another game, she pushed her ass back more while arching her back. He grabbed his cock, lined up the throbbing head, and pushed inside her.

Ella closed her eyes, letting out a moan while a loud beep told her a spider or something had gotten past her. She tried to focus on the game but holy shit! This cock was really filling her up. She missed the next few shots as his much larger weight increasingly pistoned into her.

'Fuck! She's so wet,' he sighed to himself as he slid into the tightest pussy he ever felt. On the other hand, it had been a while and perhaps she just felt tight. Hearing his hops slapping against her ass and her deep grunts made the surreal act even more arousing. He didn't want to cum before her but after 12 years, he had slim hopes he could last.

Ella groaned as she lost the last life of her bug blaster. She held onto the cabinet as the seemingly mousy man thrust harder and harder into her. "Fuck! Robert, your cock feels so big inside me, so hard. There... yesss," she panted when one of his hands played with the clit and the other pinched her left nipple. "So deep... yesss," she panted as the man slammed into her. She was shocked at the transformation of the studious, introspective, somewhat shy person into a man who was taking what he wanted. She could almost feel him claiming her, marking her as his.

Robert's experiences with women weren't what Steve's were, but he'd been with 4 women in his life and he didn't remember any as perfect and tight as Ella was. Perhaps that was the reason or Ella inspired something he never knew he had inside, causing him to fuck a girl or woman harder than he had ever fucked before. The room echoed with the loud slapping sounds, the girl's primal moans, and his deep grunts as he penetrated the girl's tight vagina. Then he heard something he just fantasized about. When Marjorie came, it was with deep, quick breaths. Never a moan or groan. The beautiful redhead's grunts were getting deeper and she was pressing her ass back against him. She was close to cumming.

Ella pressed her chest onto the game, shoving her ass back allowing the man's cock to slam deeper inside her as everything boiled up and exploded. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... yessss. God! Fuck meeeee," she cried out as she came. "Wow!... fuck, fuck fuck..." she panted as the wonderful orgasm ebbed inside her. 'Good Lord, who knew there was a tiger inside this man?' she wondered. 'What else has he been hiding?'

In Robert's experience, women's orgasms were quiet, muted, and nowhere near as intense as men's. He always felt bad that they couldn't experience the powerful, almost agonizing release... until now. Ella Irish's cries sounded initially as if she were in pain but intensely joyful as the release swept through her. He felt two things, a pride that he and his cock caused what appeared to be incredible pleasure in a woman, and yet... could his previous lovers including his wife, experienced weak orgasms or worse yet, faked them?

Ella was lying face down panting from the wonderful release and turned her attention to Robert's needs. She reached under her legs and cupped his balls. They were larger than she thought they would be as she gently stroked them. "That's it, fuck me. Cum inside me... fill me with your hot cum" she panted.

The aching in Robert's balls rose rapidly as he admired the girl's perfect skin on her back, slightly flushed and covered with a sheen of perspiration. After Ella came, he wanted to check out her ass so he stood up straighter. Putting his hands on her ass, he looked at his cock stretching her labia wide, admired her creamy ass cheeks, and her tight puckered hole. 'It's so small... so tight. How in hell were the other guys able to get inside her ass?' he wondered. As he thought about it, Ella arched her back even more which opened her ass cheeks farther, and as he thought about his other board members using all her holes, he exploded.

Ella groaned as Robert pressed his cock as deep into her as he could, releasing a stream of cum inside her. Again, she swore she could feel the warm cream splash against her cervix. She could also feel Robert's balls tighten as they emptied their load inside her. She smiled as she heard his loud, happy grunts peak and then slowly fade. Along with wanting to research her partners' facial expressions she wondered about the various grunts, groans, and moans she heard so often these past few weeks.

As Robert collapsed on top of her, she wondered about her transformation. This was the sixth man to cum inside her in the past 5 weeks. The previously unthinkable now was becoming routine. Before Marvin's interview, her mind rehearsed each question, listening and following up. This past week, she thought at least as much about how Robert would get her naked as she thought about the interview. Would she be considering every man she meets as a potential lover? Could she actually be that type of married woman? There was one sure thing, Billy would love it if she were.

Robert realized that the poor girl was having trouble breathing with his heavy mass on top of her. He stood and reluctantly pulled out, releasing a stream of cum from her gaping pussy. "Sorry, shit! I don't have... Wait! There's a bathroom," he said while pulling up his pants.

Ella stayed bent over, face down cupping her pussy wondering who would be playing this game in the future, chuckling as she had the thought, 'If you only knew where this was before you played it.'

After cleaning up, Ella pulled the man close and kissed him. "That felt great. Thanks." She looked at the Centipede game, "I still need to work on it, that might be a record for the lowest score," she chuckled. "What is a good score?" she asked.

Robert took his eyes off the beautiful redhead's naked body and at the console. He laughed as he checked out the score. 2,500. "Um, it's a start. 80,000 to 100,000 perhaps?" he smiled. "I suggest you come over here on a regular basis and we'll turn you into an expert."

Ella stroked his cock through his pants, "Only if you are behind me giving me tips... or the entire thing."

Robert groaned, "When I overheard, Alan and Steve, I assumed they were exaggerating about..."

Ella gripped his growing cock, "Exaggerated about what? What a slut I am?" she asked. "I find it helps me get to know my interviewees better. Don't you feel like you know me better?" she asked.

Robert grinned, "No shit. A lot better." He hesitated, "I guess you need to get.. home. unless you have more questions."

Ella frowned, "Fuck me and dump me. Got it," she sighed.

Robert shook his head vehemently, "No, no, not at all. Hell, if it were up to me, I'd ask you to stay... all night in fact."

Ella smiled, "It is up to you. Ask," she said as she squeezed the hardening erection.

"Um, would you like to spend the night?" she stammered.

Ella nodded, "I was going to ask if I could, anyhow. I don't know what you have planned for tomorrow but I was hoping you could take me to some of the places you donated these... I want to see who is using them and where they are. Get some photos. It would help to show how impressive your generosity is."

Robert nodded, "Sure, sure. I'd love to do that. Wow, I mean, you really are dedicated to the story, aren't you?" he asked.

Ella nodded, "Let's go back to the house. I need to call my husband and tell him we're going to check out the games you put around town tomorrow and I won't be home tonight." She winked as she asked, "I assume you have a spare bed in which I can crash tonight?"

Robert nodded, "I'm sure I can find a place for you to crash," he said. He smiled as rather than putting her dress back on, she picked up her clothes and waited for the man to lead the way. He would be thrilled if she stayed naked with him for a week.

It was strange walking bare-assed across the moonlit lawn with lights from the windows in the neighbors' houses not very far away. Ella hoped no one was looking but wondered how Billy would react if he could see her doing this. Somehow, she'll have to suggest she did just that and check out his reaction. Those lights all looked curtained but she wouldn't mention that... she could say there were silhouettes of heads in a couple of them, perhaps looking right at her.

After entering the house, she grabbed her phone and called Billy. "Hey, I hope I didn't wake you. I'm going to crash here, we're going to visit hospitals, women's shelters, foster homes and I don't know, other places. Mr. Harris rebuilds those old arcade games my parents used to love, Pac-Man, Asteroids... Yes, he has at least 4 of those I saw. He's amazing! He buys these - restores them and just gives them away!" She smiled at Robert who was beaming, "I will, I'll make sure he knows how impressed you are. I love you, Oh, maybe..." she muted the phone, "What time should I tell him I'll be home?"

"One?" Robert shrugged, "They're not far and we can visit 4 or five in a few hours."

"Early to mid-afternoon, " Ella said, "I did, the shorts with the white top," she smiled, "Love you. I should get back to Mr. Harris... OK, you too. Bye."

She put the phone back in her bag and walked over to sit next to the man. His eyes tracked her the entire time she was on the call with her husband until she came over to sit next to him.

"So, we got through the interview, saw your workshop, you got me out of my dress which seems to be a trend with the TFIG board members... not that I'm complaining. I like the attention and what girl would turn down a nice hard cock?" she asked as she stroked him through his pants, "I'm a bit offended that you're making me feel embarrassed as I'm the only naked one here."

Robert shook his head, "You don't want to see me naked... I'm..." He lifted his hips as Ella dropped to her knees, undid his pants, and pulled. "OK, you asked for it," he blushed as he unbuttoned his shirt. He felt like everything was wrong as his large belly was revealed. This scene defined juxtaposition, the least and most desirable human forms, but Ella just smiled and nodded.

"See? Now that's how to make your guests feel at home." As she was still on her knees, she stroked him before opening her mouth. After sucking on the plump head, he may not be as long as his fellow board members, but his cock was at least as fat as any of them. 'Another note: Perhaps a coffee table book with hundreds of hard cocks showing the dimensions. That might be a bestseller,' she thought. Possibly, the man was nervous or shy at first but as she sucked him deep into her throat, he relaxed, his legs parting as he fell back in his chair. He was breathing deeply as she played with his balls... impressive balls, she thought, and began moaning softly.

Robert wasn't shy, or nervous but embarrassed. He hadn't seen Marvin, Mark, Alan, or Steve naked but they all looked so trim and fit in their suits or golf attire. He knew that he was overweight and even his wife of 35 years told him he needed to lose weight... and not for his health. She told him that his belly was a turn-off and she had no desire to make love with him. More than once she told him if he lost 20 pounds, then they could make love. He ate salads, walked 2 miles a day, cut back to no more than 4 drinks a week, and still couldn't lose weight. It had been 12 years since they last had sex and he suspected Marjorie was getting her needs satisfied by the parish priest. She was still a trim 120 lbs. and no longer changed her clothes around him... putting on a robe to go into the shower and shooing him out of the room when dressing. Now, a woman multiple times more beautiful and sexy was deep-throating him, playing with his balls and rather than repulsed by his body, showed pleasure and excitement.

Ella sensed something change in the man, popped the cock out of his mouth, and rose to see over his belly, "You can cum in my mouth. I've always liked the taste," she said as she fisted his cock.

Robert nodded, "I... um... I'd like to feel my cock in your pussy again if that's alright... I mean, you are great at..."

"... cocksucking? I've been told. Nice to have a skill people enjoy. I was going to perfect my mime skills but I'm so glad I decided to perfect sucking cocks," she smiled.

Robert laughed, "I just had an image of you on a street corner in New Your City, naked, trying to get out of a box."

Ella nodded, "Yeah, tried it. Even when I tried to explain to the cops that no one could see me because the box was opaque, they still hauled me in," she asked as she stood and posed, "indecent exposure, do I look indecent?"

Robert shook his head, "Fuck, no. You look tons better than decent."

Ella climbed onto the man's lap, lowering herself onto his cock. "You're so sweet. Ahhh, I like that. Play with my tits. I love it the feeling of rough hands groping me. I can tell that you do all the work on your games, feels so good," she said as she closed her eyes.

The girl was leaning into his hands as she bounced on his cock, her flat stomach sliding against his stomach. She seemed oblivious to his large belly, instead enjoying his cock buried deep inside her pussy.

Ella leaned into his hands so she could bounce more freely on his cock hearing his grunts getting deeper. She knew he was holding off for her sake but she anticipated he'd want to fuck her all night and she would get many orgasms before morning. "Go on, cum inside me. Don't fight it... I love it when men use my cunt for their pleasure," she panted. He looked at her and shook his head but as he did that, his hands mauled her tits more firmly as he thrust deep inside her and came.

The rising aching in his balls crescendoed to an almost agonizing level and hearing the goddess tell him to cum inside her triggered an explosive orgasm. He levered his cock as deep as he could inside her with each welcome spasm. Even though he had cum just an hour before, this felt more powerful, more intense. Ella was groaning along with his moans as if she could feel his powerful jets of cum splash inside her. When he felt the aching fade, she collapsed on top of his stomach, panting.

Ella's body felt as if she had also orgasmed as she pressed her body against his and kissed him. "I need to clean up and then you can show me where I can crash tonight?" she purred, "Perhaps there's a bed with a man I can snuggle against... one with a huge cock would be nice," she smiled.

Robert smiled, "I think we can arrange something to make you feel as comfortable as possible. Marjorie would approve of me making you feel right at home." He wondered if Marjorie would be relieved that another woman took care of his needs.

Ella went out to her car in the driveway not bothering to put on her dress. 90% of the neighborhood had to be in bed by midnight. When she went out, not a house had a light on. It sent a tingle between her legs thinking some man or men were just locking up and happened to look out. Her shadow was pronounced under the full moon and it might as well have been noon.

Robert was still naked when she came back inside. He might have been overweight but couldn't hide how wonderfully endowed he was. She held up her overnight bag. "I'm sure you know why I pack a bag for these interviews," she sighed, "I hope you don't think badly of me... or you probably already knew and considered me a slut."

Robert pulled her close, "I think you're a saint... Saint Ella. Yes, I heard. The guys talk but I'd be surprised if anyone outside of the board knows anything. Come on, I'll show you to your sleeping quarters," he smiled.

Ella followed the man down the hall. He made as much as the other board members, got bonuses, stock options, and generous perks but his house was half the size of the others. On the other hand, he had the mother-in-law house and a lot more land. She and Robert brushed their teeth and climbed into bed.

Ella lay on her side admiring the man's facial features. Sure, he was bald and a bit overweight, but he had full sensual lips and the kindest eyes she had ever seen. Large, deep brown eyes that seemed to see inside her. "Can you tell me what the others say about me? I have images of them slapping each other on their backs and guffawing how they nailed the married redheaded slut from downstairs."

Robert propped himself on his elbow, "No, on the contrary. Not a single comment even close to that. Last week, Alan, Steve, and Mark were getting coffee when I came by and they raved about how incredible you are, and yes, incredible in bed, but also what a terrific interviewer and writer. Of course, they talked a lot about how willing you are to do... anything," he said softly, "and, if I can confess, it made me feel jealous." He glanced down at his stomach, "I'm not them so I assumed..."

Ella shook her head, "That's stupid. You are every bit as much a man as anyone I've met, maybe more. You've got a heart as big as... as big as your body. Sure you're not a svelte 160 lbs. but wow! Your body is powerful and I never felt any man fuck me harder than you did." She stroked his large breasts, down his bulging stomach to his fat cock, "I'll tell you what I told them. You can enjoy my body any way you want. Have you ever done anal?" she asked.

Robert shook his head, "I heard and wondered. Steve says... never mind," he clamped his mouth shut.

Ella laughed, "Really? You don't think I might suspect? Tell me."

Robert blushed, "He said you're the total package, a walking fuck machine, especially your ass. He suggested contacting the Smithsonian and putting your ass on display." he finished.

"That would be interesting," Ella looked thoughtful, "I went to a Tactile Symposium out in LA once. No one's ass was in one of those boxes... at least I don't think there was... but perhaps that would be a great symposium. Great Body Parts of the World." She smiled, "Scarlett Johansen's breasts... hell, Sydney Sweeney's breasts," she palmed her b-cups, "OK, just about anyone's breasts but mine," sighed. "Oh, Nicole Kidman's ass. Billy loves her ass. Not sure who's pussy but I'm sure your board would be willing to do a deep dive into best celebrity body parts," she smiled.

Robert laughed, "Oh. You have great breasts That was another conversation I overheard. Alan was saying that you looked small until you climbed on..."

"... his cock? He sure loved playing with my tits," she smiled.

"Yeah, he said he wouldn't have liked them as much if they were larger. You looked perfect and he said he could still feel those tits of yours on his palms, even a couple of weeks later," Robert said. "OK, he was really enamored with how hard your nipples get." He palmed her right tit and nodded, "I suspect I'll be recalling how great these feel for quite a while." His cock was again throbbing and even though he suspected that he would regret it, he accepted the blue pill from Steve and took it before Ella came over. "Um, are you serious about anal? I've been curious and if you're game... I sure am," he asked softly.

Ella rolled off the bed, and stopped, "Lube? KY? Vaseline?" she asked.

Robert nodded, "Left-hand medicine cabinet, second shelf." He lay on his side, stroking his cock as he watched her head into the bathroom, her ass at least as great as Nicole Kidman's. He was finally going to experience anal sex. The three men all agreed that not only was anal the best but Ella's was the best they had ever fucked.

Ella came back in with the tub of petroleum jelly, "OK. I'll get on my knees. You need to thoroughly lube my ass and your cock. When you are ready, push your cock inside me. It will be like a wall at first but I'll relax and you'll pop right in." She handed him the tub and got on the bed, chest down, ass up. "And don't worry about hurting me... sure, it stings at first but then it feels great so you can be as rough as you want."

Robert's cock throbbed in anticipation. Long ago he resigned himself to never experiencing anal sex. Stroking his well-lubed cock, he couldn't believe that he would be able to fit inside the girl's ass. He pressed the head of his cock against the tight bud and felt her open up. As she predicted, he popped inside eliciting a deep grunt from the girl. He savored the feeling of the tight ring gripping his cock while letting her get used to his girth.

Ella felt her sphincter relax pulling away before pushing her ass against him. This was all the man needed as he took over and he was soon slamming hard into her ass. Ella arched her back giving him better access and was soon grunting loudly with each of his powerful thrusts. She wondered if he had pent-up frustrations or was this his normal style of fucking? If that's the case, Marjorie must be a very happy woman. She reached between her legs and rapidly frigged her clit as she welcomed the tickling ache swelling up inside her. She idly wondered if she could get Billy to fuck her this powerfully but as he was 100 lbs. lighter...

Robert gripped the girl's ass cheeks pulling her to him as he thrust his hips into her. The loud slapping sounds along with the animalistic grunts from the redhead echoed through the bedroom. The girl's grunts were getting louder and more sporadic and with a cry, she thrust her ass back against him as she came. He ground the root of his cock into her as she grunted something unintelligible.

When her orgasm faded she realized she moaned and looked back at the man, "Fuck! I love your cock. It's so fucking fat... I've never felt so stretched out. Fuck me, fill me with your cum," she panted.

Robert didn't need to be told. He had been close to cumming for a while but as she didn't orgasm in the living room, he wasn't going to leave her frustrated again. He bent over the girl, his stomach sliding against her lower back, pistoning rapidly into her ass. He felt his ballsack tighten as the aching rose until he let out a deep moan and released the first spurt of cum deep inside her rectum.

Ella again swore she could feel the warm gush of sperm inside her. He pulled out, slammed in, and groaned as he came. He repeated that a dozen times until he let out one last soft moan and pulled her over onto their sides. He lay there panting as he stroked her firm breasts. Ella sighed, "Wow! I hope you want to do that again tonight, that felt incredible."

Robert's confidence at the start of the night could not have been any lower. He listened to his fellow board members extol the redhead's incredible assets, skills, and willingness but assumed she would either not be interested or repulsed by his fat body. Hearing her virtually beg him to fuck her ass again made him feel more of a man than he had felt in decades. "You'll have trouble keeping my cock out of your ass. I thought your pussy was the best feeling I ever had but your ass was at least as incredible feeling."

Ella purred, "I love hearing a man tell me how much pleasure I can give them. I'd like to taste your cum sometime tonight, so please let me suck you off..."

Robert nodded, "If you have to. I want to be as gracious a host as possible so..."

"... you'll bend over my back to make sure I'm happy, got it," she chuckled.

"Exactly. But about that request of yours... let's shower and then I'll let you suck my cock," Robert said as he slapped her ass playfully.

After cleaning up and showering, the two climbed back into bed. It was then that Ella showed him how great a cocksucker she was as she deep-throated him before swallowing his load.

"Fuck! You didn't lie. That was amazing. How... never mind," he panted.

"Practice," Ella smiled, "I'm glad you like it. Perhaps I'll take you around the world tonight," she said softly. They snuggled against each other for a couple of hours when Ella felt a hard shaft pressing against her ass.

She sighed, "I guess you aren't interested in sleep right now. How would you like me?" she asked while stroking his hard cock.

"Can I get on top? Missionary?" he asked. "I don't want to crush you but..." The last year before Marjorie cut him off, she told him he was too fat to be on top so missionary was out.

Ella chuckled, "You won't crush me. I've been hoping you wanted to get between my legs... the way you pounded my pussy so powerfully..." Ella stroked the man's chest as he thrust hard into her pussy. He didn't disappoint as he got her off twice before he finally came.

By morning, Robert lay back in a daze having experienced around-the-world. He doubted this was something he would ever experience again but thoroughly enjoyed it. He heard the girl singing in the shower and wanted to join her but was spent. It had been decades since he had sex so many times in a night... if ever.

They were able to get out and visit 5 places where Robert had donated games and in every instance, at least one was in use. The few times someone recognized him, they asked how the mysterious Mr. Wallace was doing and if there was any chance they could thank him in person. By the time they got back to the Harris's, Ella's opinion of the man's modesty was as strong as could be.

At noon, they arrived back at the house and Ella hugged the wonderfully generous man standing next to her Bronco. She pulled back, their hips still pressed together, "Wow! Perhaps one for the road?" she smiled.

Robert nodded, took her hand, and led the girl inside. They made it as far as the living room before they pulled off their clothes and Ella bent over the arm of the couch.

* * *

Billy was as attentive to her when she walked in the door but not as intensely. The night before, he searched the internet for the man and found more photos than he expected. The man was involved in many charitable events but wasn't much to look at. The descriptors mousy, homely, fat, bald, and short popped into his head. He probably chastely had sex on weekends... though he wouldn't have been surprised if he were still a virgin if he hadn't seen pictures of his wife. His wife was beautiful, and sexy, with tons of curves... had to be a trophy wife. Oh, to have a lot of money, he thought. No chance of arousing stories, but still, just the fact that Ella was out all night triggered a desire in him.

Ella could still feel a phantom cock in her ass that just 20 minutes was deep inside her. She wondered if Billy could see that she recently orgasmed as a man's fat cock pounded her pussy before pulling out and finishing in her ass... but not before orgasming again. The man was a terrific lover, rough, powerful, taking what he wanted.

Billy smiled and pulled his wife close. He palmed her braless breasts through her tight white top and moaned in her ear, "I missed you so much, all night thinking about what you were doing at a man's house..."

Ella laughed, "You mean, playing video games? I played Centipede. I never played it before. Thank God Robert was behind me showing me how to use the controls... he might have gotten really close, you know, to make sure I was doing it right."

Billy turned his wife around, pressed his hard cock against her ass, and groaned into her ear, "Like this. Was he hard against your ass?"

Ella nodded, "He was, but not like this. I might have pulled my dress up so he could grind against my bare ass," she said as she bent over more. As she felt her shorts get yanked down she smiled as Billy noticed she didn't have on panties. She did put some on but just 20 minutes before, she left Robert with her red thong pressed against his face.

Billy pulled out his cock, eased inside her but was surprised at how wet she was, "He did this? Did her fuck your tight pussy?"

Ella nodded, "Yesss, yes, like that... well, almost. I could feel him inside me better. His cock was fatter, a lot fatter, stretching me out."

Billy groaned as he ripped off her tight top, pressed her chest onto the kitchen table, and pistoned into her pussy.

After the predictable 5 minutes of sex, Ella cleaned up before working on the man's profile. She had quite a few photos and quotes from the people she met at the various sites where his games were, and many quotes from the man himself. By Sunday evening, she sat back and looked at the results. It was twice as long as the others but even after editing and reediting she couldn't see anything else to pare. He came up from nothing and worked his way through college to get his MBA. Then after working for 6 other companies in various jobs, found he loved Unix and scripting. He rose quickly up through a company on the West Coast until he was hired away by TIGF.

Ella went on to the time he was at his storage unit and saw a group bidding on an abandoned unit. The winning bidder was disappointed to find a dozen old broken gaming consoles. Robert went over and offered the man double what he paid for them and that was the start of his passion for finding, restoring, and donating the consoles to various groups in need. Ella felt she captured the man and hoped Bruce or others wouldn't cripple it.

She sat back after hitting 'send,' and mulled over her last interview. Frank Lawler. CEO. Highly strict, highly demanding of complying with rules, very religious, and with high strong morals. Had he heard? Did he know that Ella had fucked her way through all the interviews? She felt like throwing up but instead focused on doing research on the man. She'll get through this last profile... scathed or unscathed? Who can say?