Damage Control Pt. 06 - CEO

Ella received numerous compliments for her profile of Robert Harris, with many asking if they could donate to the Edwin Wallace Gaming Company. She was pleased that Bruce cut none of her long article confirming what she felt, that the profile's length was deserved. Also, she was able to track down old microfiches containing brief mentions of Edwin Wallace. All were positive. She had a nagging feeling that digging into a man's life might reveal skeletons but so far... She promised Robert that if he accepted credit for the game donations, she'd write about the man who meant so much to him.

Speaking of Robert, when Marjorie returned from her European trip, she cursorily greeted her husband, kissed him on the cheek, and went to the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Robert resignedly shook his head but 15 minutes later, went in without knocking.

Marjorie screamed while attempting to cover her naked body, "Robert! You cannot just barge in like that. I told you, I need my privacy!"

Robert yanked off the damp towel, pushed his wife onto the bed, pried her legs apart, and lay between them. Her slender arms futilely tried to push him off but he pressed his crotch against her pussy wondering how many men had been where he was over the past two weeks.

"Robert, please. You're crushing me. And I need to get dressed and leave. I called Father Braxton and told him I'd be stopping by to see if there are things the church needs help with," she said, slapping his chest.

Robert grabbed her wrists, held them over her head before leaning down and sucking her left nipple between his lips. His cock was throbbing to life and he wondered how to undo his pants if it came to that. Marjorie writhed beneath him as he stimulated her nipples but slowly relaxed as his hard cock pressed against her pussy. Soon, she stopped struggling as he ground the hard shaft against her, releasing her wrists so he could play with her right tit. Marjorie's legs opened wider as she ground against him, and when he lifted his hips to undo his pants and release his cock, she grabbed his hard shaft to line him up.

Marjorie's head went back and she let out a deep moan as she felt her husband's fat cock plunge into her for the first time in 12 years. Then, as Robert thrust hard into her, she felt things building up. Never had she been able to cum without at least 45 minutes of foreplay and intercourse, but as Robert pistoned aggressively into her pussy the intense tingling rapidly peaked and exploded. He was more powerful than she remembered as if taking back what was his. "Fuck! Fuck me, Robert. Holy shit, you feel so hard... so huge. Uh, uh, uh, uhhh, uhhhhh," she grunted as the powerful orgasm swept through her body. The entire flight back, she replayed fucking 4 of the married passengers on the cruise ship and how great Father Braxton's 7" would feel. Never once did she think about Robert's 6" and now wondered why. Father Braxton's cock wasn't half the girth of Robert's.

At first, Robert was angry with his wife as he suspected that she was getting her relief elsewhere but as her hands roamed his body, grinding back against his savage attack on her pussy, he felt his confidence grow. He was also glad he had taken another of those pills as Marjorie came a second time. The rest of the weekend was as if they were just getting to know each other and Marjorie never made it over to the parish as she had promised Father... what was his name again?

* * *

After doing profiles on the rest of the board, her attention turned to the new CEO of the company. Frank Lawler. He was a devout Christian... to be exact, a devout Catholic. He was on the board of the local Catholic Charities organization. His three children all attended the local Catholic schools before attending either Notre Dame or Georgetown University. The article in the Living section mentioned that many at TIFG called him a father figure, and Ella wondered if they meant Father figure as in Father Lawler, or father figure as in 'Daddy.' At least she wouldn't have to worry about the man expecting sex, though if he paid attention to the whisperings, he'd question her moral character. She sighed as she pored further through his social media, news reports, and other sources mentioning him.

This was Frank's third CEO position, the previous two thrived under his leadership. There wasn't a blip or black mark on his record. On a whim, she called a former high school boyfriend.

"James! Long time... I know. You read that? It was amazing what they said... OK, you always thought... I guess. Hey, question. Our new CEO, Frank Lawler. Everything I read about him says that he's never done anything bad at all. I don't want details and I know you can't give me any but is there a way you can check to see if he has a single traffic ticket? Parking ticket? Anything? All I need to know is yes or no and I'll not pursue it but I'm really curious. Thanks. Call me back? I owe you... sure, we can do lunch. Let me know the time and place." Ella put down the phone wondering if lunch would be safe with James. He sure wanted more than basic making out, more than once expressing his frustration. Does he still need to get between her legs? Perhaps she is an unchecked item on his bucket list? She sighed and decided that what Billy doesn't know...

A couple of hours later she just had closed her laptop after finishing her list of questions when her phone rang. "James, Hi. Anything? Nothing? Nothing at all? Wow, how does a 65-year-old man go through life without even a jaywalking ticket?" she sighed. "Sure, Thursday works... I know the place, I'll meet you there. I..." she stammered after James said 'I love you,' and she almost replied, 'I love you, too.' "... I'll see you Thursday, noon. Should I make reservations... OK. Great. See you."

She thought about James and what he wanted in payment for checking on Mr. Lawler... and then there was the sit down with a man who must be judging her. Was she a Jezebel? She felt her stomach cramp. There is no way in hell that Mr. Lawler wasn't aware that his entire board fucked her. How could she interview him, get him to open up when he'd be judging her?

Later that week, Ella attended a board meeting. Bruce asked her to update them on the arrangements for the board's quarterly meeting in the Grand Caymans. She felt nervous as she stood in front of the 6 men, 5 who had not just seen her naked but... never mind. She could almost read all the board members' minds, except for Frank Lawler who looked at her expectantly.

She gave a brief summary of the departure times and meeting rooms available. She finished talking about the sleeping arrangements, "We've booked rooms at the Grand Hyatt Baha Mar. You'll each have a suite for your EAs... am I correct in that you'll not be taking your wives? I mean, those that have wives?" she asked.

Frank nodded, "It's a terrific place with too many distractions as it is. We made arrangements for the wives to get out on a trip of their own," he smiled. He looked around the room, "Is there anything else Ms. Irish should know before...?"

Steve nodded, "Ella owes Alan a hand..."

Ella almost sprained her neck as she looked over at the smirking man. She was opening her mouth to say something when Steve finished his statement. "... bill. She promised him a handbill and since I got one... I think it's only fair," he smiled.

Frank looked confused, "Handbill... for what?"

Alan nodded, "The Tuxedos. They're a jazz band that plays down on River Street. Anyhow, I guess I'm not the only fan and she gave Steve a signed handbill... signed by all the members," he said as he looked at the girl who was glaring daggers. "Ever since she interviewed me, I've been trying to get a handbill. Hopefully, she'll come through," he said.

Frank shook his head, "OK, handbill... haven't heard that term in years but I expect by the end of the week you'll give each of us a handbill? Is that something you can do?" he asked. He frowned as he noticed 4 of his board members smiling or chuckling. "OK, anyhow, thank you for filling us in."

"Is that all, sir?" she asked as she backed toward the door.

Frank shook his head before hitting a button on his laptop. Ella was leaving as a PowerPoint presentation popped up on the wall behind her.

* * *

Billy groaned, "Lucky bastards. The Grand Caymans. I've heard they're incredible... the beaches, resorts with palm trees... poolside bars..."

"Nude beaches," Ella added.

"Nude beaches... how do you know that?" he asked.

Ella shrugged, "I do research on places the board needs to go. They ask and I never want to say. 'I'll have to get back to you.' There are two, one is not far from the resort. Not sure why they would care since they're not taking their wives..."

Billy shook his head, "Such a waste. I would suggest you go down there... someone needs to write about their meetings..."

Ella smacked him, "OK. We're done with the stupid fantasies. I'm not going to make up any more stories about how these old professional men got me naked with their cocks in all my holes." She looked down at his tent and groaned, "You can't stop yourself, can you? I'm not a slut or a whore."

"Never said you were... Frank Lawler should praise you... it is better to give than to receive," he smiled.

Ella was stroking his cock through his pants, "Then, I failed in that. If half my stories were true, I received at least 30 loads of cum from these men. Oh my god!" he gasped as a large wet spot appeared in the front of Billy's pants. She shook her head, "I think that's a record for you," she sighed.

"Have you thought about changing careers?" she said as she went over to rinse the sticky cream off her hand, "You'd be a terrific efficiency expert. Come on, you need to change your pants and underwear, then I'll tell you about the upcoming billiard party I need to play hostess at," she sighed.

Billy felt his cock resurge as he contemplated Ella scantily clad, serving drinks and snacks to a rowdy group of men.

* * *

Ella had no idea how she arrived on time at the Lawlers' residence. First, she dressed as if she were an old spinster, at least according to Billy. Then she tried slacks and a blouse. That was nixed as the man might appreciate dressing up... meaning in a dress. She finally settled on a pretty yellow dress that came to mid-thigh and also allowed for a bra. Not slutty, but not prudish. This was a much larger mansion in a gated community and without GPS, she doubted she would have found it. She rang the bell and Frank Lawler answered, casually dressed in a polo shirt and khaki pants.

"Come in," he looked at his watch, "Right on the dot. Impressive." He led her onto the back patio where there was a pitcher of iced tea and glasses, "I have alcohol if you like but I'm not much of a drinker. I do on occasion but never found a drink I like all that much," he said as he indicated a chair.

Ella nodded at the pitcher, "I love iced tea. I'll get it," she said. As she was pouring, she heard a woman's voice.

"Hello dear. You must be the cute redhead my husband mentioned," Linda Lawler smiled.

Ella blushed while she stood, taking her hand. Frank Lawler called her cute?

Frank smiled, "I never said cute, though I won't dispute that description. I said she's a tiny girl with a powerful voice."

"I agree. He offered you tea? And making you pour it?"

Ella shook her head, "I offered. I don't mind."

Linda chuckled, "I was teasing you. You are all he talked about all week. Plus, we've been following your profiles and I have to say, you made these men out to be saints, and trust me, that's a pretty big ask." She went over to her husband, kissed him on the cheek, and stood, "I'll be heading over to your mother's I don't think she's ready to move into that senior center so I'll be back tomorrow. You two kids behave while I'm gone, no parties," she smiled before turned and headed out.

Ella looked at the CEO as she sat, "I read that your wife was a, and I quote, 'a force of nature in the community.' I think I can see why they say that," she said.

"The LA Times... you did your research," he smiled. "What else did they say about her.... us?"

"Too many articles to go through but to summarize, both you and your wife are actively involved in many charities, specifically Catholic Charities. You donate a large % of your income to various organizations, sponsor auctions, art exhibits where the proceeds go to soup kitchens, homeless shelters... should I go on?" she asked.

Frank shook his head, "All that makes it sound so self-serving. True charity, true generosity should never be recognized. I'm human and it makes me feel good to hear praise for my generosity, but shouldn't helping others be its own reward?"

Ella nodded, "Perhaps, but you're human. Feel good about those you help but also accept the praise. Think about it, others see the mentions of your gifts, lauding your generosity, and guess what? They say 'I got to get me some of that!'" she chuckled.

Frank laughed, "Damn! You sounded just like one of my grandsons. You're right, but I wish I never got the swell of pride when I hear my name mentioned like that."

Ella smiled, "You could drive your babysitter home and get other mentions," she said. "Sorry, sorry. That was inappropriate."

The older man smiled as he shook his head, "No. You pretty much nailed it. I could donate millions to various charities and one lurid news story, one stain would erase all the goodwill generated by years of helping others. Anyone tell you that Walter was instrumental in keeping various organizations for the underprivileged youth afloat? He donated millions and after he was pulled over, they all put out news releases that they wanted nothing to do with him. Some of those organizations wouldn't exist today if it weren't for him. All washed away."

Ella shook her head, "I never heard any of that. People need to know that he wasn't all good or all bad but like all of us, a bit of each."

Ella felt her body relax as she continued her interview. After the sun went down, they moved inside Frank's office. It was huge, with comfortable seating, bookcases, a large desk, and even a fireplace. She took a seat in a leather chair and Frank took the one across from her. She expected him to sit behind his desk which was why she selected the seat.

The more she learned about the man, the less nervous she got. He exhibited none of the 'holier than thou' attitudes many of her devout friends showed and did not seem judgemental at all. When she finished, she closed her iPad and looked at the man. "I think I have enough to go on. I'll be stopping by a couple of the places you mentioned to get photos. I was hoping to get one of you and your wife, but that's OK." She looked expectantly at the man, "I ask this of everyone I interview... Did I miss anything? Is there something you feel is a key part of you that you'd like people to know?"

Frank nodded, "I do have a question. What inspired you to fuck every member of my board?" he asked. It was a statement rather than a question, flat and not accusatory.

Ella choked and felt her face get red, "Um... it, oh shit," she spat out.

Frank shook his head, "Sorry. Not accusing, not judging, but I did my research on you. No girl's nights out, no partying with or without your husband, and as far as my PI can tell, you've never even flirted with any other man. "

"You... you hired a PI? For me?" she stammered. Her stomach hurt and for the first time in her life, she understood people who said, 'I need a drink.'

"Of course, I did. You interviewed the most powerful men in our corporation. Men with information that if released could do harm, competitively at least, to the company. I know you were thoroughly vetted when you were hired but I wanted to be sure. By the way, my guy said you were the cleanest individual he'd ever checked out. So, back to my question, if you never stepped out of your marital vows before... what was it? 5, 6 weeks ago, what inspired you to fuck my board members? Did any of them promise anything? Coerce you?"

Ella shook her head, "No! 100% no. To a man, every one of your board members was respectful, made no threats, no promises. I guess I was the one to start the snowball rolling..." she sighed.

She told Frank about feeling sorry for Marvin and wanting to make the man feel intimate again. Then, after Marvin's confidence came back and everyone noticed it, how could she not do the same for the rest?

Frank nodded. "I did notice. I never knew Marvin before he lost his wife, but I was told he went into a shell and no longer socialized or joked. Then, a few weeks ago, a different man came into the office. He actually made a joke about the trade deficit and smiled. I guess, I might have suspected the same things that the others did. I can't condone violating your marital vows but I can see why you did it."

Ella felt like crying. "I was bad, wasn't I?" she sighed, "I can't tell my husband because he..."

Frank nodded, "... would be hurt. You need to keep this... these indiscretions to yourself. This is your cross to bear," he said. "It's fine, you look like I'm going to spank you or something," he smiled.

"Maybe you should," Ella frowned, "Someone should and I can't tell Billy."

Frank chuckled, "I am a father figure. If I were your daddy I'd have you over my knee so you can see the error of your ways. In fact, get up and come over here."

Ella stood and came over, "Daddy? I've been bad... a really bad girl. I've let men... men who are not my husband touch me. Take my clothes off and put their... things inside all my holes," she said in a little girl's voice.

Frank might have been a devout Christian but the cute girl standing in front of him, her nipples poking through her bra and dress while acting like a schoolgirl was more than enough to act on what he hoped might happen. "If you had done it once," he said as he pulled her down across his lap, "it might have been excusable. But," he smacked the tightest, most perfect ass he ever felt, hard, "since you wanted more." 'Smack!' "I have to do something I find abhorrent." 'Smack!'

Ella whimpered but felt a strong throbbing in her pussy. "Sir? I feel like I learned my lesson. I won't do it again."

Frank pulled up her dress revealing her bare ass. "A thong? You came to interview me dressed as a whore?" he asked. 'Smack!' 'Smack!' "Take that slutty garment off. You should be ashamed," he said. 'Smack!'

"Yes, sir," Ella said as she stood and pulled off her thong. She started to pull her dress back up to reveal her ass, "Sir? My bra matches the thong... it's thin and slutty also."

Frank nodded, "You are learning. And don't call me sir. Call me 'Daddy.' Take the slutty bra off also."

Ella pulled off her dress, and reached back undoing her bra before lying across his legs again, "Yes Daddy. I'll be a good girl from now on... please... OW!" she cried when Frank's large hand slapped her ass again.

He heard the board members' comments about the stunning redhead and assumed those were hyperbole, but the naked girl standing in front of him was flawless. He pulled her back onto his lap. "I want to be sure," he said. 'Smack!' His cock was uncomfortably pressed against the girl's waist but he didn't want to stop. He admired the bright red ass cheeks as he brought his hand down again. 'Smack!' "I want you to think twice about opening your mouth and sucking on any man's cock but your husband's. You got that?" 'Smack!'

"Yes, Daddy... I'll only suck my husband's cock from now on. Though, I really like having a powerful man's cock in my mouth... fucking my face." 'Smack!' "Please stop... it hurts," she pleaded while opening her legs as Frank's large hand stoked her ass and thighs.

"What about your cunt? Will you let strange men put their cocks in your tight cunt? Use this hole?" he shoved his middle finger inside Ella's sopping pussy. "... for their pleasure? Let them cum inside your married cunt?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy." 'Smack!' "I mean, no, Daddy. No... sorry it's just that... ooohhhh," she panted as Frank pressed two fingers inside her, pumping as deep as he could. "I like having a cock shoved deep inside my cunt... it feels right," she whined.

"You are a slut, aren't you?" Frank asked as he pulled his hand from her pussy, "Clean my fingers off," he ordered.

Ella turned her head and sucked all her juices off his very large fingers. "Yes, I'm sorry, Daddy. I am a slut. And now I wet your hand... I'll clean it up anything since I'm trying to be a good girl."

'Smack!' Frank kept his hand on her ass after slapping her right cheek. He slid his middle finger down her ass crack to her tight bud. When he pressed inside, Ella opened her legs and let out a pleasured moan. "You are a little slut. You let all my board members fuck your ass?"

"Yes, Daddy. They wanted to and it made me happy when they gifted me with their hot cum," she panted. "Daddy? Can I get up? Something is poking me in my..."

"Cunt?" Frank asked, "Say it. Say something is poking your cunt," he ordered.

"Yes, Daddy. Something really big and hard is poking my cunt. Can I get up, Daddy?" she begged. "It hurts."

Frank nodded, "OK, but this is your fault that it's hard," he said.

Ella stood and put a hand over her open mouth, "It's... it's so huge," she choked. "Can I see it?"

"Of course. Go on, take it out and do what you sluts do," he ordered.

"Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy," Ella said as knelt between his legs. She put her hands on the huge tent and gasped, "Daddy? Is that really your cock? It's so big!" she looked up with huge eyes.

"Go on. I gave you an order... take it out," he snapped.

Ella undid the belt, and then his pants and felt an ache in her womb as a long, fat, veined, fleshy shaft burst through the slot in his boxers. She had thought Steve's cock was huge but Frank's was twice the girth and a good 2" longer. "Holy fuck!" she panted as she stroked him with both hands. "Daddy? You told me I can only put my husband's cock in my mouth but can you make an exception? I'd really like to suck on this," she panted. "I've never seen one so big, so fat."

"OK, I'll tell you what. If you promise to be a good girl from now on and suck and fuck only your husband and the men you previously sucked and fucked, I'll let you take care of my cock. It seems only right since they... we have already seen you naked. From now on, you'll take off your clothes when you are alone with any of us. And since you're naked and your mouth is inches away from... ohhh, yes," he sighed as Ella plunged her mouth onto his cock.

Ella had to get off her knees so she could get most of the man's cock into her throat. It was just 3/4 of the way into her mouth, down her throat when she felt something she hadn't felt since college. This was the first cock she came across where she had to fight her gag reflex to deep throat.

Frank slid back in his seat as he had never felt anything close to this. Linda rarely put his cock in her mouth and then just the head. He didn't expect this small girl to be able to take even 1/4 of his 11" cock but her lips were just an inch from his curly pubes. "Good Lord," he sighed, "I never... aahhhh," he groaned as Ella leaned over a bit more and plunged her mouth all the way onto his cock.

Ella felt a surge of pride as she inhaled the man's musky scent through his dense pubic hair. She pulled up and then plunged back down, her nipples and pussy aching as she listened to the older man's ragged breathing.

Frank was getting close and he wanted something a little different. He gently pushed the girl back while standing until he was fully erect and Ella was kneeling in front of him. Her mouth opened wide without him telling her to. He put his hand on her head and began thrusting his hips into her mouth. She was letting out deep grunts as he fucked her face. This girl truly was the best cocksucker, just as he overheard both Alan and Steve say.

Ella was past her gag reflex and other than her lips being bruised, she enjoyed being used by the man. His huge ballsack slapped noisily against the saliva-coated chin as his cock slithered in and out of her throat. She was stoking his hairy, muscular ass as he flexed his hips into her. She thought Robert fucked her powerfully, but Frank's fucking was even more intense. She was sure there were many women that would have been pissed to be used like this and would have found it demeaning but Ella's body throbbed from being used so intensely.

Frank wondered whether he should pull out as he felt the aching build, his groans increased causing Ella to grip his ass tighter. His ballsack was tightening and she clenched her throat as his thrusting slowed down. He let out a yell as the agony in his balls reached a crescendo before exploding.

Ella could feel the tension in Frank's ass and his cock, and knew he was going to cum. He thrust hard against her face as a hot jet of sperm splashed deep down her throat. She swallowed a massive amount of cum before Frank's knees must have given out and he staggered back onto the seat.

Ella wiped her face with the back of her arm and smiled at the CEO, "I hope that met with your approval," she said.

Frank nodded, "You have wonderful skills. I can see why you want to use them. I take it back. When someone as skilled as you want to use those skills, it seems more of a sin not to allow it."

Ella nodded, "Proverbs... not sure what chapter, 'Some people give freely and gain more; others refuse to give and end up with less. Give freely, and you will profit. Help others, and you will gain more for yourself,'" she smiled. "My Dad... real Daddy had that on his wall in his office," she said. I read it enough... I think it was Proverbs 11."

Frank nodded, "I remember that passage. 'People curse a greedy man who refuses to sell his grain, but they bless a man who sells his grain to feed others.' It's blessed to be generous, blessed to give when good comes of it," he smiled. "I know it's late but perhaps you should call your husband and explain that it would be safer to drive home in the morning rather than late at night," he said.

Ella nodded, "Thank you, Daddy. I appreciate, as will Billy, thinking of my safety." She grabbed her phone, "Hey honey. I know I said I'd be home by now but we are just finishing up and I'm tired. The Lawlers graciously offered me their guest bedroom... yes, I know. I love you too. I'll see you in the morning," she finished. She put down the phone, "I assume I just lied and you should spank me again?"

Frank went over to the girl, "We'll talk about it. I have other punishments in mind for you," he swatted her ass, "but that was for not calling me Daddy."

Ella hugged the much taller man, "I'm sorry, Daddy. Can I sleep with you tonight? I get scared sleeping in strange rooms... I fear a man will crawl into bed with me and take advantage of my innocence," she breathed into his ear.

"I'll take care of you. You'll be safe with me, remember, I'm the corporation's father figure, and if you can't feel safe with your father, who can you feel safe with?" He picked up the light girl, carried her upstairs, and tossed her onto the bed.

Ella landed on her back, legs spread. She lay back watching the silver-haired man eying her as he undressed. 65 years old and his body was trim, tight, and holy fuck! So fucking huge, she thought as her eyes focused on the length of sausage dangling between his legs. 'Another Friday night, another night with little or no sleep,' she realized. She looked at his grinning face and wondered, did he also take one of those pills?

Frank had not yet taken a pill, but he was going to go into the bathroom and take one. His cock throbbed back to life seeing the beautiful redhead looking at him, her lips parted, her eyes wide, and her breathing sounding ragged as if she were scared.

Ella wasn't scared, she was excited. Her night with Steve and his then massive cock was incredible. Then, Robert's fat cock and his intensity drove her up the wall all night. What would Frank's cock do to her? He'd be deeper than any man had ever, or probably ever will be and if he fucks her pussy with the same power as he fucked her face... she shuddered as she considered it.

Frank tossed the remainder of his clothes onto the chair in the corner and smiled down at the naked girl, "You can get under the covers. I'll be back and we'll try to get some sleep, is that OK?" he asked.

Ella nodded, "Yes, Daddy. I could use some sleep," she said trying to meet his eyes. She wanted to chuckle as she heard women tell men, 'My eyes are up here,' and now she thought Frank would tell her the same thing. 'Fuck! If I'm doing the penis coffee table book, I'm starting with this man's cock!' she thought as she pulled the covers back.

Frank turned and looked at the cute girl on her hands and knees on the bed and asked, "Perhaps before you crawl into bed, you should brush your teeth," he said, "Who knows what you put in your mouth today, Sweetie."

Ella nodded, "I did treat myself to a wonderful dessert. I have to go out to my car, I have my bag in there with my toothbrush."

Frank took the girl's hand to help her off the bed, "We have a drawer full of toothbrushes. Use one of those."

Ella was surprised at how large the master bathroom was. One of the aspects she hadn't considered about interviewing the board members was seeing how the other half lived... or, rather, the top 1%. 4 sinks, a shower large enough to have a party in, and a tub with a fucking control panel! Who has a control panel on a bathtub? she wondered.

When Ella was looking around, Frank took one of his pills before grabbing his electric toothbrush. The girl looked even tinier in the en suite and as he studied her, his cock throbbed to life. No way could the pill work that fast and he couldn't remember the last time he recovered so quickly after cumming.

Ella finished brushing and stood by the bed, "Daddy? Which side do you sleep on?" she asked.

"Take the side closest to the bathroom, I sleep on the other side. Hopefully, I won't snore but if I do, just wake me up," he said.

After crawling into bed, Frank turned off the light. Ella lay next to the man feeling his body heat. She turned and whispered, "Daddy? Can I snuggle with you?"

Frank smiled, "Sure, sweetie." He pulled her close, pressing his erect cock against her. Her mouth found his and their tongues met between their parted lips while she slid on top of his much larger frame.

Ella's legs straddled his waist feeling as if she were lying on a baseball bat. "Daddy? Can you put that somewhere? It's not very comfortable," she mewed.

Frank sighed, "Sweetie? Have you ever... you know, put anything inside your vagina?"

Ella shook her head, "No, Daddy. Mommy told me good girls don't do those things."

Frank nodded, "And she's right. Your Mommy is always right. But are you always a good girl?"

Ella shook her head, "No, I guess not. And it does hurt... why is it so hard?"

"You. You made it hard. OK. Here," he said as he pulled the light girl up, grabbed his cock, and pressed it between her legs, "This will hurt a little at first, it always does but then it will feel so good you'll ask me to put it inside you every day. Would you like that?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy. How do I do it?" she asked.

"OK, feel my cock press against your tight hole?"

"Wait! Daddy, my hole is too small for... oooohhhh!" she gasped as she lowered her pussy onto the 11" shaft. She pulled back up when he was halfway in and lowered herself more. "Wow, Daddy. I like it... it feels like I'm being skewered but in a nice way." She raised up again before plunging her ass back down. Soon, she was hitting his pubic bone and she was panting loudly. "Daddy... Daddy... I think I need to peeee! Ah, ah, aaahhh, aaaahhh," she cried as she came as quickly as she ever remembered.

Frank mauled the girl's breasts as she writhed on his cock. She was the first girl ever to take all of him deep inside her. Even Linda stopped him when he was just 3/4 buried inside her after all these years. When Ella let out a last, long deep groan, he rolled over so he was on top and pistoned into her sopping pussy. Whereas most of his sexual partners had put their hands on his pelvic bones keeping him from burying his cock too deep inside them, Ella's hands were on his ass pulling him against her. 'Fuck! She's so fucking tight!' he thought as he increased the pace of his thrusting.

Ella's head was spinning as she felt a 2nd orgasm coming on. The man's cock was stretching her small pussy wide, the veined shaft grinding against her clit, and the plump head pressed against her cervix. All that stimulation took her over the top. "Daddy... Daddy... it feels so fucking good!" she cried out as everything exploded inside her.

Frank's balls tightened as he felt his orgasm coming on. He no longer felt like a 65-year-old but as a 20-year-old stud as he rocked his hips rapidly into the girl. Her body was being rocked violently as he drove into her and even the $30,000 bed frame was creaking under his assault on the small girl's pussy.

As Ella came down from her powerful orgasm, she sensed Frank was about to cum. "Yes, Daddy... do it. Cum inside your little girl's tight cunt... you always said you wanted grandkids," she pleaded. That was all it took as his full weight drove into her and again, she swore she could feel the hot jets of cum shoot inside her.

Frank's arm gave out as the most powerful orgasm he remembered released its last pulse of sperm into the girl. He flopped to the side of the young naked girl, breathing heavily.

The couple lay together as they recovered from the passionate act, Ella stroking the man's back, and Frank stroking the girl's right breast. "Fuck! OK, I had no idea what to expect but I overheard a couple of the guys say that you might be small but you were incredibly energetic. I had no idea what they meant, but, fuck!" he groaned.

"So, you expected us to fuck?" Ella asked, "Your wife? Did she really need to go help your mother move?"

Frank shifted his hips as his shrinking cock slithered out of her marvelously tight hole. "OK, I might have suggested it but to be honest, I didn't know if it was just guys talking, you know, hyperbole? But, now I know they were being honest. You are incredible in bed."

Ella cupped her pussy staunching the massive flow of cum wanting to soil the sheets, "Billy tells me that I always have to be best at everything I do. I think it pisses him off... except the part about sex," she chuckled.

Frank rolled off the bed to grab some hand towels, "I can see that. You're the best writer we have here at TIFG, and your interview skills are terrific, if you need a reference for your cocksucking skills, have them call me," he said.

Ella smiled, "That's so sweet. I'm sure you're way too busy to explore more of my body tonight but I've been told I have a great ass," she smiled as she took the towel.

Frank shook his head, "Amazing. I have prided myself in always finishing what I start so hopefully you won't expect a lot of sleep tonight," he grinned as he finished wiping the fluids off his cock and balls. He admired the small naked form lying on the bed. 5' 2", 110 lbs.? Medium-sized perky tits with pale but hard nipples. He'd never been with a redhead but her soft pubes made his mouth water as she lay exposed. She was watching him observe her naked form parting her thighs as his eyes scanned down her body.

Ella rolled over onto her stomach, her legs spread wider as she let the older man see more of her. She turned her head and looked back, "As they say, take a picture. It lasts longer," she smiled.

"Really? You don't mind?" Frank asked.

Ella shook her head, "As long as these are for you and you don't share them, sure. You look as if you're trying to memorize my body." She smiled as the CEO grabbed his phone and took picture after picture as he circled the bed. Ella assumed various poses until he put down the phone.

"Don't make a move. Stay right there," he ordered as he grabbed the lube.

Ella's chest was pressed into the mattress, with her back arched and her ass facing the ceiling. She shivered in anticipation as Frank squirted the cool gel against her ass before working it inside her tight hole.

As Frank took a few dozen photos of the naked girl, his cock throbbed back to life. 3 times in the past hour? Amazing, or not considering how erotic the girl's body was and the powerful drug. After preparing them both, he crawled above the girl, gripped his cock and pressed the head against the glistening puckered hole. He expected resistance but as he pushed, he popped right inside her. She let out a yelp, but it wasn't a cry of pain but of pleasure.

Ella wondered if more cock than she imagined ever taking up her butt would hurt and initially, there was a slight stinging but by the third stroke, he was pressed against her ass cheeks and the stinging faded. A voice in her head told her, 'Now this is what being fucked feels like.' As the man picked up the pace, she put her hands out to keep from sliding up the bed. His ballsack was so huge, it slapped against her wet pussy hitting her clit perfectly.

Frank leaned over the girl wishing he had started the video but there was still the rest of the night. As the room echoed with the various noises of Ella's deep grunts, the bed again squeaking, the slapping of skin against skin, and his own grunting he wondered if any of the other board members might have recorded their fuck sessions with the girl. As he considered that, he realized that Ella was rocking back against his cock. He slowed his assault on her anus and groaned as she continued the rough pace while tightening her sphincter. 'Fuck! She's fucking milking my cock,' he thought.

Ella was milking the huge shaft. She was enjoying hearing his gasps as she rocked her pelvis, tightened her anus, and plunged back against him. She wanted him to remember this as the best fuck he ever had. As she focused on pleasing him, she felt the tingling rise inside her. In the back of her mind, she wondered whether he would cum before her or if they'd cum together. Strangely, she wasn't concerned if she came as she focused on making him happy. His grunting was getting deeper and he matched her thrusts with her own so she knew he was close. Then, an image of Billy watching them popped into her head and the tingling built up rapidly.

Frank's awareness of the room, the bed, and the writhing grunting girl shrank rapidly so all he knew was the agonizing aching in his balls. Just as he wondered if he'd get relief, Ella cried out something just as he did.

The room echoed with their loud grunts as both came powerfully. Frank's cock was pressed hard against the girl as he deposited another huge load inside her. This one deep in her rectum. As his orgasm waned, Ella's still throbbed through her but as his legs gave out and they flopped onto their sides, Frank realized that this was the first time he came in all three holes with anyone before.

Ella felt as if she were floating from the powerful, full-body orgasm as she lay panting on her side. Even a few minutes after Frank came, he still filled up her rectum. It seemed that every week she felt more cock inside her and again wondered if she'd even notice when Billy's cock was inside her.

After showering, they climbed into bed both exhausted but in different ways. Frank hadn't exerted himself that much in decades. Ella felt nech strains, and the back of her throat felt slightly bruised as did her cervix. Then, there was the throbbing in her ass. How was she going to be able to walk back into the apartment in the morning feeling like this... and Frank was not done with her, she knew that for a fact.

Ella's suspicions were right. When she awoke the next morning, she felt as if she had gone through an Olympian's workout routine the night before. She stretched and yawned before noticing she was alone in his bed. 6th week in a row that she awoke in a stranger's bed. She no longer questioned whether she was a slut, she might be the definition of one. She giggled as she had an image of her picture next to the word 'Slut' on the Wikipedia site.

After peeing, she went down the hallway, through the living room and dining room to the kitchen where she heard various morning sounds. Bathrobed Frank was pouring two cups of coffee and she smiled. Coffee would be great right then. She started forward but jerked to a stop as she heard Linda's voice.

"Damn! To be young again. When I crawl out of bed I would scare even the toughest marine away, whereas you look like one of those TV actresses," she smiled. 'Relax, sweetie, You need coffee before you do anything else."

Ella wanted to run. She was standing naked in the middle of an older couple's kitchen with a man she fucked at least 7 times and his wife. "I'm sorry..." she stammered as she tried to back out.

Linda stood and put an arm around the girl, "Coffee. I'm sure after being speared by my husband you could use some coffee," she smiled. "I have to say, you're a lot tougher than I am. Our first night? Wow! I couldn't move, let alone walk. Black? Cream and sugar?" she asked.

Ella's head was spinning. Frank was making toast as if this were just another Saturday morning. Linda poured a cup and when she looked back expectantly, Ella realized she never answered, "Um, black. Black is great, thanks," she said.

Linda put the steaming cup down, "Sit. My dear, after what I'm sure was an epic fucking you just sit and have your coffee. Eggs? Toast? Frank, make the girl some eggs, how do you like them? Scrambled, fried?"

Ella shook her head, "Coffee is fine right now... um, you're not...?"

Linda picked up her coffee and sat next to the redhead, "Relax. Of course, I knew you'd be spending the night. You haven't met his mother. She's a handful and I just made up an excuse to get out of his way so he could enjoy your very obvious charms," she said, stroking the girl's slender thigh. "I love your boobs, so perfect, so young," she said as she cupped Ella's left breast. "You don't mind, do you?"

Ella shook her head, "Um, no... you are OK with...?"

Linda laughed, "he's been talking about you for weeks. When he mentioned that Steve and others made comments about how incredible you were in bed, it was my suggestion. Did he play the Daddy card? He loves playing that with me, but Christ! You're absolutely perfect for that role."

Ella looked at Frank and back to his wife as she nodded, "It was... fun," she said lamely.

"We dropped it around 1. Ella played along without question. The rest of the night, I'm afraid I wasn't a great host... kept waking her up," Frank chuckled. "Are you sure you don't want some eggs? I'm making a batch for Linda and me," he said.

Ella nodded, "Sure... I could eat some eggs," she sighed. Then she glanced at the couple, "I mean, yes Daddy, Mommy," she said in her little girl's voice.

Linda laughed, hugged the girl tightly, and looked at her husband, "Sweetie, you're perfect. Frank, honey. Don't you have some things to see to in the office? After getting the two of us girls breakfast, that is. I want to know this little girl here, better. Does that sound OK with you?" she asked Ella as she reached between the girl's creamy thighs.

Ella nodded dumbly. She had never been with a woman before, never experimented but Linda was a beautiful woman, and even at 65, she was trim and yet very shapely. She found herself appraising another female form for the first time as she felt a long slender finger slide inside her. "I'll... um, I'll call Billy and tell him that I need to interview you also. He'll understand," she breathed as she closed her eyes.

By the front door, Frank kissed his wife, "I'll be back by dinner. Need me to pick anything up?" he asked.

Linda shook her head as she glanced at Ella, "Call before you leave work," she winked.

Frank looked at the redhead, "It was a great interview, I've been interviewed dozens of times but you asked the right questions, listened, and logically followed up. I was very impressed." He kissed her on the lips as if his wife weren't right there, "... and last night was incredible... you really do everything to the max, don't you?"

Linda laughed, "Christ, Frank. Just say it. Best fuck you ever had. I can see it in your face and I'm a big girl. I'll make it my goal to make you forget all about last night if it takes me years," she smiled. "Now get out of here. Our guest needs a shower and a nap."

After Frank left, Linda led the young girl to the master suite. She turned on the shower and then undressed. Her boobs weren't as perky as when she was 20, and her ass was a bit wider but she felt good about her looks.

Ella found herself appraising the older woman. She was beautiful and her preconceptions that a woman that old would have boobs sagging down to her waist and wrinkly skin were instantly proven wrong. Her breasts, though at least a cup size larger than Ella's proudly jutted out from her chest and her skin was smooth and soft. She saw Linda gauging her reaction and asked, "Can I feel these?"

"Oh, sweetie, of course." She pulled the redhead's small hands onto her breasts and sighed, "I hope you want to explore all of me because I'd really like to explore all of you."

Hearing that while feeling the first boobs other than her own, and seeing the look of lust on the older woman's face sent a shiver through her body. This might have been unexpected but not unwelcome. Since college, she wondered what it would be like to be with another woman, to pleasure her breasts... nipples, to feel between her legs, inside her, and as she thought that, she slid a hand down the woman's slightly pudgy stomach.

Linda sighed as she felt Ella's small hand slide between their bodies and when her fingers slid through her patch of pubic hair and beneath. "Oh, baby, I'm so looking forward to getting to know you. Let's wash each other's backs," she guided the girl into the shower, "... and fronts."

Ella's body tingled as she lay naked on the sheets as Linda finished drying her hair. Though she'd been curious for years she never expected this to happen and now that it was to become a reality, she wondered what Linda's pussy would smell like, taste like. She knew how she tasted and suspected smelled after taking various men's cock into her mouth but this was going to be different. Then, she felt an aching throb in her womb as she thought about telling Billy about her night. 'Frank's cock was huge... I mean so big! He fucked me all night, every which way but then I got a surprise. His wife was in the kitchen and she sent Frank out so we could... oh, fuck! Again?' she smiled as she imagined Billy's reaction.

Linda heard the girl chuckle as she stepped naked out of the bathroom, "What's funny?" she asked.

Ella moved over as the beautiful older woman lay on the bed next to her. "It's embarrassing but I was thinking..." As Linda stroked her naked body, Ella explained how she laughed off the idea that the old men on the board would ever make any moves on her she would then tell Billy, her husband everything that happened as if she were making it up.

Linda thought that was hilarious, "So, you've been fucked by 6 men so far and while Billy assumes all these overnights were innocent he really wants the stories to be true?"

Ella nodded, "In a way, it's good that your husband and the others are... well, bigger, can last longer, and get me off because once I tell Billy about anything..."

"... he cums. Wow! That would be frustrating. With Frank, it's been the opposite. There are times when after 2 or 3 orgasms I'm begging him to cum."

Ella chuckled, "I know. All those fucking men have too much stamina. My poor pussy and ass haven't had a workout like that... ever."

Linda's hand was between Ella's legs, "and your poor pussy is sore right now?"

Ella nodded, "Bruised and abused," she sighed.

Linda nodded, "It's a mother's job to provide TLC. I guess I better kiss it and make it better," she sighed as she slid down the bed.

Ella lay back and opened her legs as... the thought rushed through her that the CEO's wife was pressing her face and mouth against her pussy! She moaned softly as she felt the woman's lips press against her labia, the tip of her tongue probing inside her. She realized that with all the great sex, Marvin was the only man to go down on her. It made sense in that Ella offered all the men her various holes to fuck and men being men were totally content with using her mouth, pussy, and ass for their pleasure.

Linda's gentle kisses were getting to Ella and the older woman opened her mouth to use her tongue more as the girl's pelvis rocked against her mouth. "Does that feel better, sweetie?" Linda asked as she heard Ella's breathing change.

Ella nodded, "Yes... feels so good," she panted. Then on a whim, she added, "Thanks, Mommy."

Linda grinned as she flicked her tongue between the opening folds. She slid her hands up to play with the wonderfully erect nipples. "Sweetie, you know I'll always be there for any ouchies you get. Did Frank hurt your ass also?"

Ella nodded, "But that's OK. You don't... oooohhh," she said as her legs were pushed up and Linda's tongue bathed her sore asshole.

Linda finished licking the girl's ass and returned to her sopping pussy, "If he hurt your ass, I'll need to kiss it to make it better," she said with her face pressed against the softest, downiest pubic hair she'd ever felt. "I let Frank fuck my ass just once, right after we got married. Never again so I should thank you... maybe hire you to periodically let that man scratch his itch with your ass."

Ella groaned, "Or, more accurately, in my ass. It didn't hurt... I mean after getting used to him inside me. I liked it," she said. Then she pulled Linda up, "OK. I've never... I want to taste you," she said.

"Criminal. When I was at Vassar, pussy munching was a required course. None of the coeds ever went even a month without remedial training," she sighed. She crawled around so they were in the 69 position. She was impressed and surprised that the lez-virgin redhead wasted no time pressing her face between her legs. "Mmmpphh," she moaned as the smail tongue wiggled between her lips. Frank might be an incredible lover but muff diver he was not. The girl was a natural.

Ella seemed to know what the woman wanted and as she lapped between the fleshy folds she heard the grunts and groans. As much as she liked being eaten out, she wanted to make this woman happy. She shifted to her clit and the groans became gasps so she flicked her tongue against the nub while gripping the plump ass cheeks. Her face was smeared with cum and her bruised lips from deep-throating Frank were being further bruised but she clamped her mouth more firmly on the older woman's pussy.

'Holy shit!` Linda thought as she felt her orgasm rapidly build inside her. She was more than ready after spending the night imagining what the naked couple was doing and anticipated seducing this young girl. It had been decades since she enjoyed another woman and when Ella's finger probed her ass, she bent back her neck and screamed she was cumming.

Ella had a rush of pleasure, of pride that she was able to get this experienced woman off so quickly. Her lips were being mashed by Linda's hard pubic bone as she ground against her but Ella pulled her more tightly against her mouth.

Linda felt the wonderfully powerful orgasm fade and finally, with a long, guttural sigh, relaxed and went limp. She was impressed with the girl's skill, her eagerness to please, and how even after getting her off, gently kissed her pulsing clit and labia. She had the idle thought that she could easily run away with this girl. She pulled away from the much smaller girl and opened her legs, "I know what you did," she sighed, "You didn't think about your pleasure, you wanted to please me. Now, I'm going to please you, OK?" she smiled.

Ella wiped the smeared juices off her face with the back of her arm and nodded, "What you were doing felt wonderful but..."

"... but, you just spent the night fucking my husband and you thought... Look, I was the one who suggested he fuck you. He was intrigued by the comments he overheard and after meeting you... Years ago, we were watching television and I made the comment that if I had the chance to jump into bed with Paul Newman, no way could Frank stop me. He laughed and said he wouldn't even try. 'You just don't pass up chances like that,' he said. I asked him who he would want to fuck and without hesitation, said Farrah Fawcett. Yesterday morning, I suggested you were his new Farrah Fawcett and he nodded." she smiled. "So, I left you guys alone since I'll get my new Paul Newman someday."

Ella blushed, "Farrah Fawcett was beautiful. Billy still has that poster with her..."

"Nipples? Every guy I knew had that poster." She crawled up and gently pinched Ella's erect nipples, "You have just as impressive nips... you really get excited, don't you?"

Ella moaned and nodded, "They get really sensitive. Normally, there's be no reason to wear a bra since I'm not... you," she said as she cupped the older woman's much larger breast.

Linda chuckled, "These come with a price. Lower back pain, just try running anywhere, underwires... ugh!" She stroked and then kissed Ella's perky tits, "These I envy. I would kill for perfectly shaped, perfectly sized boobs... sure, your nipples poke through but who the fuck cares? Why are men always shocked to find out you have nipples? Christ, we live in a puritanical society." She then kissed her way down Ella's stomach. "You lie back and enjoy this, OK?" she ordered.

Ella did enjoy it. Marvin's technique was good but Linda's was better and more varied. She teased, licked, probed, fingered, and sucked bringing Ella closer and closer. As if knowing she was nearing orgasm, the older woman changed what she was doing just to bring her close again. In the back of her mind, the word 'edging' popped up. Was that what Linda was doing? Ella pinched and pulled on her nipples as she lay back, mouth open, eyes closed. No cock could possibly stimulate her so perfectly as Linda's mouth and tongue. Then it hit her again, she just fucked the CEO of one of the larger corporations all night and now was being pleasured by his wife. She played with the myriad ways to tell Billy about this and all resulted in quick ejaculations.

That was what Linda was doing. She was reading the signs, deeper breathing, the girl's pelvis rocking, the soft gasps and moans, and how that cute ass lifted off the bed. She wanted the girl's orgasm to be as intense as possible. Then, Linda felt the girl's responses intensify so she attacked the erect clit with the tip of her tongue. She recalled that back in college her sisters called her tongue the outboard motor as she could flick it so rapidly. She was right about the redhead, as she applied intense stimulation to her sensitive clit, Ella's ass thrust off the bed, her back arching as she let out a loud scream.

Ella's orgasm was so intense she thought her bladder would explode out of her belly. Her elevated pelvis ground rapidly against the 65-year-old woman's face as she cried out with each strong orgasmic surge. After what seemed like a full minute, she tensed once more before going completely limp.

Linda nuzzled the girl's soft patch of pubic hair looking up at the cute heaving chest. 'I need Frank to invite this girl over more... perhaps meet her husband,' she thought.

Ella opened her eyes and let out a long sigh as if every ounce of stress she ever felt was totally released, "Holy fuck... sorry!" she panted. "I keep forgetting you and Frank are religious and I'm not sure if holy fuck is OK to say."

Linda laughed, "Sweetie, we're not rigid about our faith, we love the church for the charitable work it does. Frank and I got involved years ago and now we're on boards and work with the shelters... it's more about helping people than being devout Christians," she said.

Ella's eyes widened, "Everything I've read about..."

"Everything you read was put out by the church and those with agendas. We do have faith, do believe but we're not going to condemn you for... well, for example, straying from your marital vows. That's none of our business, except when you want to stray over to our house," she chuckled.

Ella nodded, "After what you just did... wow! I never felt anything like that." She pulled the woman up and kissed her wondering why being naked and going down on someone older than her grandparents didn't bother her. The entire morning felt so natural. She cupped the woman's considerable breasts, "Billy sure would love playing with these," she sighed.

"Men love boobs but what they really want is a tight hole... or holes and Frank told me yours are the best he's ever been inside."

Ella shook her head, "That's rude. I'm sure your..."

Linda laughed, "Don't worry about it. I've had three kids and well... it's just nature's way," she sighed. "Come on. Let's shower once more and get you cleaned up so you can get home to your husband."

* * *

Billy tried to sit. Tried Netflix, tried reading but ended up pacing the house with fantasies of his cute innocent wife being taken advantage of by the older couple. His cock throbbed as he had a vision of Ella on the floor, on her hands and knees with her face buried between an older woman's thighs while the CEO fucked her from behind. He tried to think of anything else but scenario after scenario spun through his head.

He wanted to pull out his cock and get relief but remembered last week when she almost caught him. He decided to make lunch, focus on the sandwich... an image of Ella sandwiched between the couple, the CEO's wife stroking Ella's tits while kissing her. The CEO, behind with his (hopefully) huge cock pumping rapidly inside Ella's sopping pussy... He slapped his cheek.

Ella got off the elevator wishing the apartment building had a mirror anywhere. She wondered how flushed she still looked. She also worried that Billy would notice how swollen and used her twat was. All the way home, every bump, all the road vibrations went right through her seat stimulating her pussy. She could feel how wet she was, how open and flared her labia must look. To make matters worse, her nipples decided now was the perfect time to make their presence known. As she stood in the hallway, the 2nd elevator dinged so she decided to just face Billy.

Billy was sitting in the living room (If calling a 14' x 16' area with just enough room for a couch, a chair, 2 side tables, and a TV, a living room) when Ella came in. He stood with a smile to greet his wife, "Damn! You look great," he said as he pulled her close. After a hug, he stood back and looked her over, "Wow! You look flushed. Are you OK? Is it already hot outside?" he asked.

Ella shook her head, "Just excited to see you. I missed you," she said. She kissed him, a hand palming the front of his pants, "I like Saturdays recently, you are always happy to see me," she grinned as she felt his hard shaft. "I might be a bit flushed thinking about getting lucky... and telling you about last night and this morning," she smiled.

Billy groaned, "I was hoping you had stories to tell me," he said, "Was the CEO as religious as you thought? Did his wife leave you both conveniently alone?"

Ella pushed Billy back onto the couch, kneeling so she could pull down his pants, before taking off her shorts. "No... yes, I mean he has a strong moral compass and is quite strict about some things but he's more of a father figure and, well, he might have spanked me since he suspected I might have fucked the other board members," she said quietly as she straddled his waist.

Billy's eyes widened as he looked at his wife's flushed face. 'Wow! This is why she was so flushed when she got home. She was making up stories to excite me. Damn! I love her so much!' he thought. "You were bad... I should spank you myself," he said as he smacked her bare ass.

Ella leaned forward as Billy slapped her ass gently a few more times, "Oh, baby, I've been so bad. I lost count of how many cocks I've had in my cunt, my ass, my mouth... even sucked a very nice pussy," she panted as she bounced on his cock. That last comment was a mistake as Billy grabbed her ass and came inside her.

Billy groaned as he felt spurt after spurt of cum injected into her tight pussy. When he felt the last spasm, he let out a final moan and sat back, "Damn! A girl? A woman? Did he have a daughter he shared with you?" he asked.

Ella was pleased that his cock was still hard and even though she could feel his cum squelching out, she again bounced on his cock. She shook her head, "His beautiful wife, Linda. I hope I'm as good-looking at 65 as she is. She taught me how to eat pussy," she said. Billy's cock illogically seemed even harder than before. "I guess you don't want to hear about it," she said as she rose to pull off his 5" cock.

Bill grabbed his wife's waist, slamming her back down before pulling off her tee shirt. "You're not going anywhere," he groaned. "Tell me everything!"

Ella sighed, "You'll regret asking me... OK. Linda had to leave to help her mother-in-law move into assisted living, leaving me alone with the CEO. He told me he knew what I did and said, if I were his daughter I'd get a severe spanking. I told him he was the company's father figure and I was really bad so if he felt a need to discipline me... I lay across his lap and my dress was so short, he saw my ass and told me a thong was slutty and ordered me to take it off."

Billy moaned, "Wow! You really did that?" He stroked Ella's ass cheeks imagining another man getting to feel this incredible ass.

Ella nodded, "But as much as the spanks stung, it was his hard cock pressing against my stomach that I noticed most," she panted. "Look. It's better if I don't tell you more except the next morning when I walked naked into the kitchen and his wife, Linda was back," she said. She let out a frustrated cry as Billy again erupted inside her pussy.

The rest of the weekend, Ella had to periodically lock herself in their shared office as she told Billy more and more about the various sex acts. Billy got so many erections that she wondered if he was taking those pills.

After the 7th time, Billy emptied his balls into Ella's sopping pussy he flopped back onto the couch. He knew that she was making it all up. No man has an 11" cock... impossible. Those are made-up myths... and what wife comes home to find her husband has been fucking a girl 1/3 his age and happy with it? On the other hand, Ella's such a great storyteller, he could almost feel as if he were there. Fiction or not, he wanted more.

Billy listened to the tapping of the keyboard in their office when he wondered if he should tell Ella about Literotica and suggest she submit her stories. She has a tremendous imagination and people would love to read about her sexual adventures, though she might want to scale back the sizes of the men's cocks and how often they were able to get it up. Let's face it, 65-year-old men probably have one good erection in them per day, and sure, they might be 6" or 7" but probably semi-hard at best.

Then Billy thought about his upcoming high school reunion in Philadelphia. How fucking hot would it be for Billy to introduce Ella to Rubin? Rubin slept with a good % of the girls in his graduating class, including two of Billy's girlfriends... both, just a week after their 18th birthdays. Rather than be jealous or pissed, the memories provided dozens, if not hundreds of fodder for his jerk-off sessions. Rubin would love Ella and she might find out how initially uncomfortable a huge cock is as Rubin's supposedly is a massive 7" long.

* * *

Ella was able to submit her final profile with mixed feelings. She felt satisfied that she was honest and fair and yet evoked sympathy for all the members. After submitting, she felt satisfaction and an emptiness. This was by far the most satisfying project she had been assigned since being hired two years previously. All of the men were interesting and had myriad interests outside of running the business. Plus, those outside interests benefited others. On the other hand, satisfying was an understatement when she considered the benefits she received.

Prior to the series of profiles, she and Billy had sex 5 - 6 times a week, though with Billy's level of efficiency, that amounted to about an hour. In the weeks after her first interview with Marvin Davis, Billy's eagerness increased fourfold. On top of that, he lasted longer, sometimes even long enough for Ella to cum herself.

Billy also found a new hobby. He began writing about all the fantastic stories Ella made up about screwing the entire board of directors of a Fortune 50 company. He changed their names and the name of the corporation but had a seemingly inexhaustible supply of stories to publish. On top of that, Ella was getting swim lessons from one of the board members and came home with more made-up tales of how the man fucked her around the pool area with his wife right inside the house. These were tougher to write since who would believe some of the stories like when the man was fucking her ass when the wife came out asking about their vacation plans. They both acted as if he were simply massaging her shoulders to loosen her up for the butterfly, all the while pumping his huge cock into her ass.

Billy also reduced the size of the CEO's cock down to 8" when writing about her night with him. It was one thing to write about huge cocks but 11"? Come on! Also, it wasn't possible, even with the various drugs out there to get it up more than 4, perhaps 5 times so he changed the amount of sex Ella had. Still, her imagination and eagerness to make him happy with her stories made him love her even more.

Billy sat back after publishing his 5th story wishing Ella were home. That night was her first night of hostessing the CIO's monthly billiard parties. His cock throbbed when she kissed him goodbye, stroking his cheek with her free hand. "I won't be back until morning... remember, you suggested the winner gets to take home a prize, me!" she grinned. 'Damn! If that were only true,' he sighed, '... but I love how she plays the fantasy out to the end. This will make a great new series to write,' he thought as he stroked his throbbing cock through his pants. He looked at the time and sighed, 'Another Friday night in bed alone. Another night of jerking off...' He grinned, 'So, not all bad.' As he got ready for bed, he felt bad for his wife. Alone in the guest bedroom in a huge mansion with the CIO and his wife down the hall.

Ella was naked in the front seat, sucking the cock of Steve's college roommate. The soft leather of the Porsche Panamera Turbo was tons better than the carpet in Steve's pool room. Plus, she was intrigued by the thought of the man's wonderfully curved cock inside her pussy. She had never had a curved cock before and she wondered how would it hit her... did she have a G-Spot? She needed to do research on the curvature. At which point in its growth did it start to curve so much? As Cliff drove carefully through his residential area, she felt the car slow and pull to the side. He was close and she prepared to swallow. How many would that make for the evening? 7?

Billy lay back, an image of Ella's spectacular naked body, laid out on a stranger's bed, her legs spread wide as the man with the huge cock crawled between them. He could hear her voice, 'Fuck me. I need to feel your huge cock inside me,' he thought, his fist pumping furiously. Wait! He replayed the scenario. Ella reached out to stroke the first black cock she had ever seen, her mouth open, her tongue wetting her lips. 'Fuck me, fuck me with your huge black cock,' she begged in an unnaturally guttural voice. Billy closed his eyes as he erupted onto his hand and stomach. As she pumped his cock, he wished he could have made it to her reaction to getting stretched out by the man's massive shaft.

* * *

"Ella? Can you come into my office?" Bruce requested. "Unless you are in a meeting." The girl felt her stomach tighten even though it was probably nothing. No one likes to be called into a superior's office. "No sir, just doing some backgrounding on the expansion of Riverside." She headed down the hall wondering what this could be about. She tapped on the glass before opening the door. She was surprised to see her boss wasn't alone. Frank Lawler stood as she entered, giving her a curt yet polite nod with a slight smile. After their incredibly passionate night along with her morning with his wife, she had no idea how he'd react when they again met... that is if they ever had the opportunity to meet.

"Ella, sit. Mr. Lawler, I'm sure you remember Ella Irish," Bruce waved an arm toward the 2nd padded seat in front of his desk.

Frank smiled as he shook the girl's soft hand remembering how she tried in vain to wrap both around his cock for the first time. "Of course, I remember Ella. Your articles... profiles did more to change the perception of the board and the company as a whole than anything we've done since I got here." He released her hand and indicated the seat.

Ella sat down looking at both men expectantly. More articles about staff? A bonus... promotion?

Frank nodded at Bruce who then spoke. "You know the board's quarterly meetings? Mr. Lawler and the rest of the board would like to fly you down with them to write up a summary of..." he looked at the CEO.

Frank turned to face the girl, "We need a report to put into the quarterly report we send out to the stockholders, our results from the previous quarter, our plans for the upcoming quarter along with our future plans. Larry's been attending these but his style is dry and the board thought you'd be perfect for making these a bit..."

"... wetter?" Ella chuckled. "I'd like that though I'm sure you have the same restrictions on spousal travel that you have on the board members. Billy might be unhappy..."

Frank nodded, "Yes, sorry. We used to have the wives go along but we found that between their boredom, shopping, and the periodic... how can I put this, extracurricular activities it hurt the overall efficiency of the week. I hope your husband understands."

Ella shook her head, "Next week? He's in Detroit anyhow. OK, I assume I'll just book a room for myself since I won't be traveling with an admin. I'm sure I can find a flight in coach," she smiled. She thought about how Billy might be more excited hearing she was going without him than with him. 'He sure loves his fantasies,' she thought.

Frank nodded, "I'm sure they can find a single in the same wing as our suites but please, book a seat in first class. We can't have our top writer wedged in the back," he smiled. "I'm pleased you can go. Bruce, thanks for your time and for letting us borrow Ella for a week," he said as he stood.

Ella wondered how Billy would react on hearing that she was going to the Grand Cayman Islands without him, disappointed, happy for her...? What she didn't expect was for him to hug her and take her into the bedroom. That night, they got little sleep as Billy's imagination got him hard over and over.

As she was heading out to the waiting limo, Billy hugged her and said into her ear, "Bring back stories. I want you to let yourself go so you have stories to tell me."

* * *

A side note. Billy was home from work, writing one of his stories about Elsa (his fictitious name for his heroine) when his phone rang. Even though it wasn't anyone in his contact list, he answered.

"Billy Irish? I'm Linda Lawler, Ella might have mentioned my name," she said.

Billy sat back in shock, 'Was Ella telling the truth? Did this woman and Ella really...'

"The reason I'm calling is that Ella mentioned you are very handy, and, well, you know that my husband is off to the islands with your wife," she quickly laughed, "Not like that. You know what I mean. Anyhow, I have an antique rocker that was my Father's and I need to know if it can be fixed or is it hopeless?"

Billy headed over wondering if he'd be able to find his way back. The chair was easily fixed but the wonderfully built 65-year-old woman made his trip worthwhile. That week, he returned 3 other times to look at the very gracious woman's other pieces of furniture, including the bed. Linda suggested a trade, his skills in repairing things for her skills.

By the time Ella returned from her business trip to the Grand Caymans, something changed with Billy. Just being away for a week triggered something in her husband that cured him of his premature ejaculation issues. He recovered just as quickly, but Ella not only was able to orgasm, but she often had 2 and even 3 orgasms. Ella felt better about leaving her husband at home for a week each quarter while she headed to a virtual paradise.

Billy wanted to tell Ella how thrilled he was with the incredible fantasies she conjured while she was gone. He wondered if she wrote them down so she could remember them. On the other hand, he wanted to suggest she make them more believable. Again, 65-year-old men couldn't possibly get it up 7-8 times per night... night after night. On top of that, men with 7", 8" cocks were rare, let alone 9" or 11" cocks. Also, her story about the charter where the 6 men took turns with her, he pared it back to 3. As hard as he tried, he couldn't figure out how a woman could take two cocks in her pussy, then one in her ass, mouth, and each hand. Impossible. But, the rest of her stories did seem to ring true, especially the nude beach gang bang.

A year later, the city paper printed a story by Ella Irish, called 'Edwin Wallace, A Forgotten Man?' The article told of over 30 people who were positively impacted by the quiet generosity of Edwin Wallace. Ella was at her desk and got a call from someone at the city paper. He related how the story of Robert Harris nearly paralleled his. They met and he told how Mr. Wallace had stopped a policeman from hauling his 12-year-old self in for vagrancy, then gave him a job and a place to sleep. Eventually, he even paid for him to go to community college.

Ella was able to get into the paper's archives and after tracking down dozens of men and women the man helped, she submitted a series of 5 articles to the paper which were immediately snapped up. She was paid for the submissions but those checks were turned over to the local animal shelters, Christian Charities, and women's shelters.

A few months after that, the Town of Brookville erected a statue of Edwin Wallace on Main Street. The unveiling was attended by over 100 people, many wiping tears from their eyes. The inscription said, 'Edwin Wallace. Never To Be Forgotten.'

Six months after that, a large coffee table book came out called, 'Upstanding Men of America' by Stella Fitzirish, containing over 200 penises of all shapes, sizes, colors, and both circumcised and non-circumcised. Each page showed the same male genitalia, penises flaccid and erect. Each scrotum was also given its due and going by this small sample size, 8% of males have the right testicle hanging lower than the left. Some were shaved, trimmed, or had full pubes, all in their graphic glory. At first, the major chains wouldn't even have it in stock, let alone display it, but it soon rose to #7 on the New York Times Best Seller list. It began appearing in bookstore windows, though the glossy photo on the cover was masked. Retailers reported a 15% increase in foot traffic after doing that.

No one knew who Stella Fitzirish was and all attempts at tracking down the author/photographer were fruitless. The publisher also had no idea, saying, "All our correspondence was through third parties, and even Ms. Fitzirish's sizable royalties go to a list of charitable organizations. As far as anyone knew, Ms. Fitzirish never made a cent in advance or through royalties.

Billy rose to the top 100 most favorited authors being praised for a seemingly inexhaustible imagination.