Treasure Pills Get Launched

Chemical Engineer Amber Wattley, 27, travelled from Colorado to Iowa for work and found a perfect test couple for her erectile dysfunction product "Treasure Pills". Donald "Donnie", 61, and Melanie "Mel" Franklin, 54, had hit a lull in their life, empty nesting, exposing their deficient sex life and mental connection.

Amber first met Mel while in the final phase of her products development, hiring the marketing firm of Branch and Waller; Mel was their lead campaign manager. Confident, Amber seduced "Melanie" with ease and spent several intense weekends turning a bi-curious woman into a practicing bisexual.

Upon discovery of Melanie's marital struggles, Amber moved slowly towards involving her lover's husband "Donald" in their studies of the newly crafted formula for "Treasure Pills", one that Amber led personally with him and dozens of other men. Her team of "product testers" spent six months seducing and testing the product and were ready for the reveal of the pill through the advertising campaign Mel had developed for Amber and "Treasure Pills".

In the field testing, Amber found a surprising effect of the pill combined with another recreational product. The young woman used her skills in the lab to begin development of a second product to pair with the pill, one that could make them even more money off the books, as well as legally.

Mel followed Amber to Colorado, where the two fucked and sucked at Amber's place then at a sex camp in the mountains.

Donnie fell into a budding BDSM company headed by Shelby who was a former student of his. He became her business consultant/slave, and helped recruit others to the group, ultimately tapping into Amber as an investor. Their goal was to develop a downtown club with a secret BDSM dungeon for VIP members.

Shelby found dominatrix mentors in her district manager and her bosses wife, setting up the showdown for "Top Domme" status in the dungeon, although she wanted to lead it herself.

Amber's company's reveal of "Treasure Pills" was combined with her next product testing, needing Mel, Donnie and Amber's newest girl toy, Heather, to fly out to Chicago. Heather's large-cocked boyfriend Cyrus is also on the docket.

Amber is ready to test the pills with her new product.

Thanks as always to JacobRiley49 for editing

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Downtown Chicago

Seeing Mel step out of the car in downtown Chicago in front of "The "Bean" made Amber's heart leap and accelerate.

"MELANIE!" she shouted, ignoring Donald, her husband, who was tipping the driver, hugging her older lover, friend, business associate, vigorously. "God, I could just eat you up."

It was June and things were warming up, Mel had a summer dress on, with yellow sunflowers (Amber's favorite) her slender body, older yet stunning, draping the fabric in a way Amber could tell she wasn't wearing panties.

"Amber, good to see you," Donald said holding out his hand like they hadn't sucked and fucked before.

She pushed his hand away and melted into his strong arms, Donnie took her advice on fashion getting shirts that fit his sizable upper body, not clinging to the slight "granddad bod", shorts that showed off his fine ass and legs, her arms slid around his torso to his back.

"Oooo... you've been doing my suggested routine," Amber said, purring into his neck showing him her appreciation.

"You two..." Mel quipped, then lied. "I'm jealous already."

Amber gave Mel a playfully stern look and melted into Mel's husband more.

"Get used to it, Babe. I'm here for both of you, equally this weekend."

Mel gave a cute little pout, and Amber slowly unravelled out of Donnie's arms and moved over to her, the women melting into each other. Amber's mouth moved slowly, tongues meshing, hands down Mel's back to her fine ass, pushing at the flesh directly below, unfiltered from any panty restraint.

"I can't wait to show you my data," Amber said to Donnie holding Mel from behind now, Amber's arms under her breasts. "We're going to have a time!"

"You had me at data," Donnie joked and they walked into the lobby.

Amber had already checked in and escorted them to the VIP line, set them up in suites and helped them upstairs. If not for obligations, Amber would have followed them to their room and done them right there and then. She had obligations that were tied to the next phase of testing her new product and a meeting that was going to finalize the second phase of marketing for "Treasure Pills".

"I put you on the same floor with couples that will blend well with you both," Amber said, thinking of a couple of people in particular. "I can't wait for you two to meet everyone, they're amazing and ready to make us all rich."

Amber leaned into Mel; she'd so missed her body. She kissed her neck, taking in her perfume, a bottle Amber had sent her since she wasn't one for wearing perfume.

"You two go have fun, the first dinner meeting is at 6:00 p. m., drinks at 5 p. m. in the main bar and dining area."

Mel looked disappointed Amber wasn't joining them in that moment.

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5 p. m. Main Bar

"We sure could have used a little product, Amber," Mel bemoaned. "He didn't have it like I'm sure you remember after having the pill."

"AMBER!" a young woman screamed, her arms wide open standing beside her husband. "I missed you!"

Amber turned to see Jillian and Maximus standing together. The gorgeous blonde, 29, her amazing breasts perfectly contained in a body suit dress, 5'6", one arm tatted from wrist to shoulder.

Mel was also checking the almost perfect woman out from head to toe, Maximus had already introduced himself to Donnie, the 49-year-old investment banker/MMA trainer 6'4" muscular, in a fitted black suit.

"Jillian, I want you to meet Melanie," Amber turned her towards Mel, the two quite a sight, the young impish and never sexually satisfied woman smiled broad at the old never sexually satisfied new bi-sexual.

"My pleasure, Sweetheart," Jillian hugging Mel, the round breasts firmly crushed between them. "This is my husband, Max."

"Meet my husband, Donnie," Mel said, looking over at Maximus, getting the feeling everyone was here with the same objective.

"Donnie, I love the salt and pepper hair," Jillian said reaching up and touching his hair, her breasts pressed into him. She kissed his cheek, her hand on his bicep.

"Good to meet you," Donnie said. "I've already met Maximus."

"Come on in, we'll go get some drinks until the others from your table arrive," Amber said to the four and herded them towards the bar. She was scheduled to meet with the other two couples in the lobby.

She bought a round, keeping an eye out, and excused herself as the four began talking and getting to know each other. It surprised her how taken Jillian was to the couple and Amber hadn't decided who was partnering with who for the first night, wanting to see them together first.

It was likely she had found the first pairing and needed to be sure the other two couples were similarly compatible.

She came up on Susan, 43 and Reginald, 58 and Amber moved past several people wanting her attention or needing something.

Susan looked stunning, pearl necklace on a classic body, tall, long fingers, long brown hair put up in an elegant updo, some silver fake floral trimmings woven into the look. Her breasts were almost flowing out of the sides of the split that ran down to her waist. Amber thought modest yet firm, the sliver with grey streaks on her tight dress highlighting Susan's thin frame while wearing dangerously high heels.

Amber ran to Reginald first, he was shorter than the others, but built like a football player, wide chest, his Hawaiian darkness and strength such an aphrodisiac for the Treasure Pills developer.

"Amber..." Reginald said hugging her, she kissed him deeply, a requirement of all of her partners, test cases or social. He was an entrepreneur who owned many stores in a chain of convenience gas stations up and down the east coast that would supply Treasure Pills.

"Your bride is stunning," Amber said staring at Susan, peeling off from him and hugging her, then driving her own lips into Susan's full red lips. Susan headed a modeling agency and a series of dance studios in Chicago.

"I love the greeting," Susan sighed, her elegant mannerisms placing her fingers under Amber's chin pulling it in for a second delicate kiss. "You know you have my heart, Amber Dear."

Amber smiled, but shot looks across the room, flagging down a server to get their order and making a request.

"Could you two wait here, I want you to meet the couple we'll be pairing you up with this evening."  Amber said knowing that being direct with Susan always worked.

"Ooo, I'm intrigued!" Her hand rested on Amber's arm, pushing into her breast liking its modest size, but firm shape.

"That sounds delicious," Reginald said, ordering drinks for him and his wife as they sat down.

"I'll be right back," Amber promised, turning and seeing another couple moving fast for the bar area. She took off in a half-jog towards the last couple wanting to get back to everyone.

"Katherine!" Amber shouted, freezing her and stopping her husband, Charles, in their tracks.

Charles (34), a sexy construction manager with rough manly looks, and Katherine (56), a stay-at-home mother with four children (the last one a whoops baby, now 8). He was in a polo and khakis and she was in a light dress showing off her dark Indian skin, dark hair, dark sexy eyes. Her curves were vivacious, close to excessive, just right for the role Amber had for her.

Simple jewellery and make-up, though her smile was infectious and made up for any fashion shortages, Amber thought moving to her with a broad smile

"Oh honey, you look divine," She said, moving forward to Katherine for the deep kiss, her 5' frame melted into Amber's 5'6" body. She had amazingly large breasts for her size and the cleavage was where you'd like to nest all night.

Amber pulled away from the kiss, rubbing her hand along Katherine's arm before going in hard on Charles. His strength and passion ranked him high with Amber, having met and worked her all night with the Treasure Pills. He had a way of entering a woman that was like a bomb of pleasure exploding then working what he had hard, fast and for a long time.

"Mmmm," he moaned into Amber's deep kiss, holding it long, rolling our lips over each other's. His 6'5" frame fun to crawl up, his moustachioed shaven head, slender but toned body, releasing him and turning to Katherine.

"I want to introduce you to your couple, they are amazing," she said, some of them getting more info than others.

Walking towards Reginald and Susan, Amber could see the match would work by Susan's reaction, standing quickly, going in for a hug and a peck on the cheek. The two men shaking hands and laughing a bit.

Amber moved away letting the couple settle in and get to know each other.

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Get the Party Started!

The MC for the evening called for everyone to sit down; the couples getting along and all the other business, marketing and press people from all avenues of the venture (Hilton in Chicago - totalled over 300) - slowly began finding their tables. The historic venue that is featured in many movies provided a very stately and refined backdrop, romantic for the older sect that would of course be the marketing targets of erectile dysfunction pills.  

While products out there right now promise enhanced performance, Treasure Pills are already demonstrating record recovery times, length enhancement, and safe duration over time.

If everything checks out, Amber will be able to resign from the company with her shares, her percentages and combine it with her second product, one she will market off the books.

Everyone had gathered in the Grand Ballroom and were sitting at a large circular table. Amber handed out envelopes and gave instructions what to do with them. They contained ground rules for the evening and other protocols.

"Do not open these until the presentation concludes and Treasure Pills are introduced," Amber said sternly looking deeply into the eyes of everyone, touching their shoulders while walking around. "After the announcement read it as a couple at the table, but DO NOT disclose to each other what it says."

They all looked a little confused, but very intrigued. They had all been in bed with Amber and knew she was taking data, measuring performance, enhancing, surprising. This was a big gambit and to provide these eight people, four couples, two coupled pairs a night like they've never seen.

"I've got to go, but promise me you'll wait and not share, you'll not regret it AND follow the directions you obtain on the card and when you get back your rooms to a "T", She stared at them with hope and demand. "You can all do that?"

"Yes, Amber," Mel said, her wanton gaze at me while all nodded.

"I've got to go talk to one of our CFOs," Amber said. "I'll be back, but please have a sex-full evening!"

They laughed and she took off, three tables over and slipped into a seat next to the stately looking older man.

"Good evening, Amber." a sultry voice said, prompting Amber to hop back up out of the seat.

"Good to meet you," a blonde woman, buxom with pretty curves, blue dress to match her eyes, amazing perfume and breasts to hold me tight, said.

"Good to meet you...." Amber was waiting to get an introduction.

"Pam Jackson," she stood up slowly and hugged Amber tightly to her bosom.

Pam was Branch Hill's girlfriend. Branch, the 68-year-old CEO of Mel's marketing firm, had made several advances at Amber in the process and she finally fulfilled his desire and used him as a test case.

"Branch, are you coming onstage with me or are we going alone?" she asked.

"It's her moment and yours," he said smiling. "We'll keep your seat warm."

"It's already there having met Pamala."

She smiled and blew Amber a kiss as she went over to Mel's table. Amber's affinity for Donnie, 2nd oldest only to Branch, Mel seven years younger in age, more like two decades in sexual drive and looks.

Walking back, she was warmed seeing what she had put together and how they were interacting.

Amber was very pleased that Mel was already close with Jillian, smiling and batting her eyes at him, hands touching knees and shoulders while talking close, lips nearing lips. Donnie was chatting with Maximus, being sure not to leave the ladies out of the conversation.

Susan and Reginald were having a discussion with Charles and Katherine.

"Okay Amber, we're being good, no need to babysit us," Donnie said and Maximus laughed in agreement.

"Tell us, are we partnered up?" Susan asked, looking over at Reginald.

"No.. no... no..! Nothing until the unveiling," Amber giggled. "Melanie, you're coming on stage with me."

"Since when??!!" she exclaimed, fearful. "You didn't say...."

Amber didn't wait, grabbed Mel's hand pulling her out of the seat and towards the front of the ballroom.

"Jesus, I'm not good at...."

"You're just going to be introduced and won't have to say anything," Amber said, leaning into her, letting her feel a breast against her arm. "I want you to be the face of the campaign that will be touted as the best ever for this kind of product."

Amber was just minutes away from unveiling her greatest work. It was the easy part, then dinner, then the two tables opening their envelopes.

Everyone in the ballroom had two pills waiting in their rooms, there were both heterosexual and gay men couples invited. Some had placebos.

There were survey's online to do afterwards, some invited were in much deeper, personal studies with Amber.

Amber climbed up the steps slowly, looking back at Melanie who was so nervous. She kissed her neck, then cheek.

"At least I'm not inviting you up there to go down on you in front of everyone, because I want to so badly." Amber continued, running a hand under her breast.

"Shut up!" Mel laughed, calming her a little.

Then next 15 minutes were a blur. The MC introduced the product description, then the long version of the main advertisement she'd produced with Mel. It was set in beautiful places with beautiful faces, all intertwining like an IG or TikTok short, scrolling and getting gratuitous sex scenes from people or movies.

The narration in the background was perfect and every time Amber had watched it before this night, she would get hot and ultimately find a way to get off. She was absolutely ready to sit on Melanie's face in front of everyone by its end.

It told a story, drew you in and in just a minute spot you were not considering this an ED pill, it ended with the catch phrase. "More than enhancement, it's about relationships."

It faded, the lights went on and the place exploded with applause like at Mel's company's workroom, just five times as many people.

"They love it," Amber said, kissing Mel's cheek again.

"Let's hear it for the developer, Amber Wattley, and the Marketing designer, Melanie Franklin!!!"

They walked out, spotlight shining hard on both as cheers rose. They were smiling, holding hands we bowed together. The MC handed Amber a microphone and she had to wait two minutes for things to settle before beginning with a few 'Thank You's'.

She went on with her speech, about the journey to this moment, connecting the video to the product to the audience.

"This woman here, Melanie Franklin, took my vision of how to sell this needed upgrade in helping all couples, and she and her team way outperformed my expectations. You saw the video. Give it up for her and her team!"

The place exploded again, and Mel bowed, embarrassed by the attention.

"Now, let's celebrate Treasure Pills and make them more than enhancement, make it about relationships!! You each have them with gifts and games in your room. Just be sure to take the five minutes to fill out the survey in the morning after you've rested."

Again applause, and Amber went to Melanie taking her in both hands, raising them up high, and then off the stage they moved.

"Let's get you back to the table." Amber said, rushing past people patting them on the back, wanting to talk.

She politely declined or instructed them to get to know their table mates.

Mel was dejected when Amber dropped her off stating, "Get into Jillian. I'll be with you two soon enough."

"Oh, don't you dare end up with him and not us," Mel's grin was wide.

Branch had opened the envelope Amber had left for them and he and Pamala were reading it for a third time when Amber approached.

"It's like a riddle with directions." Pamala said with a big smile, liking what she thought she had figured out.

"Yes, it is," Amber said, having surveyed the five couples in her advanced study.

She had found out that Pamala was bi-curious but didn't think she could go much past kissing and fondling. She enjoyed that Branch was with Amber, finding her attractive from a distance. She watched them but felt "weird" about joining and having Amber seduce her.

Branch on the other hand was open to most things.

"Under the shadow of your room, find a spot and wait for Branch to open the envelope there," Pamala read.

"You are Master, King, and you control everything," Branch read, but continued. "Your wish is a command."

Amber smiled, she didn't have one because she knew her role, and they could read theirs because there wasn't another couple.

"Let's party and mingle with everyone for the next two hours and go back to the room and explore," Amber said leaning into Branch, then hugging Pamala deeply, letting her breasts melt around her.

"Beautiful," she said and then all went to the dance floor with our drinks.

She included questions surrounding swapping, threesomes and bisexual activity among the men and women. Pamala was most hesitant and rated low. Amber, the data collector, had Branch and Pamala as a "control group", controlling the application directly and being their "couple". Amber was going to be both the female and male in the room opposite Branch and Pamala.

The envelopes at the table set the boundaries and when they got back to the room an introductory new item; presenting the more "out there" idea.

Once in the room they were to take the pill, smoke a little specially engineered THC; surveys told Amber they were open to drug use. The directions in the room were tailored for their THC vape use and for their exploration "preferences", adding one more step past their "limit".

Amber slid her arm around Pamala's waist, knowing what was on her card in the room, priming the pump for the evening later.

"You are gorgeous," she said looking up at the tall, curvy woman.

She grinned.

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When in Chicago

Donnie looked at Mel and they both smiled, exchanged cards and read each other's.

"Doable?" Mel asked.

"We'll see," Donnie said, their opposite couple had gone to the bar after opening theirs, Jillian and Maximus's eyes were big looking over at the older couple, no response.

All of the couples kept a good poker face; all reading, exchanging and laying them down, reading again and sliding them in the envelopes, the men putting them in a pocket somewhere.

"A round of shots!" Donnie exclaimed to the server. "We're in Chicago, so make it Malort!"

There were grimaces on the faces of several, but no one protested.

"To completion of the study!" Donnie said, holding the glass up high. "And a good night for all!"

The bitter shot went down everyone's throat, some smiles, some reacted with a puckered face, rinsing the taste down with their own drinks.

"Now Jillian, may I have the pleasure of a dance?"

The stately ballroom had opened up and a DJ was playing contemporary and older hip hop, Donnie standing and holding out his hand. He had read the "assignment" on his card and his secret weapon in the game of seduction was his nerdy ability to dance.

The two scampered off, Mel, his wife, wasn't one that enjoyed dancing so she simply slipped over to Maximus and set her hand on his knee.

Donnie and Mel, Maximus and Jillians instructions read simply, "Swap with your couple."

The directions aligned perfectly with their sexual fetish surveys filled out before the conference, Amber having matched things up for their 2nd level study of the pill and the effects of a new covert product.

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Susan, Reginald, Charles and Katherine

"Reggie, be a dear and fetch us some drinks," Sue said moving towards Charlie, sitting between him and Kathy. Everyone smiled, Sue settled in between the couple, nuzzling into Charles and folding her hand into Kathy's.

Reggie came back and Sue purposefully moved her face to Charles and kissed him deep. He covered a large breast with his hand kneading the flesh, looking over at Sue's husband while doing it, the strong hand pinching the nipple through the fabric.

"You will watch me make love to her, Reggie," Charlie said, his broad chest puffed out while the two made out, Kathy smiling, watching intently.

Sue and Reggie's card read - "You will be cucked."

Charles and Kathy's card read - "You will cuck your couple."

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Branch, Pamala and Amber

(Amber's POV)

"It was easy to find the couples to pair up," I started, my hand in Branch Hill's hand on the left, Branch holding the hand of his girlfriend Pamala's with his right. "Finding ones that you can trust is more involved, there has to be some sort of relationship."

Branch didn't know the extent of the study, he just thought I was still gathering the data for Treasure Pills alone, not privy to my second investment product.

I was going keep the second product study close to the vest (or breast, I giggled to myself often). Only my developers knew what I had paired it with, and the value of getting Treasure Pills on its feet before getting the other out there.

Tonight was meant as a celebration of one and introducing the other, for data taking purposes.

I danced and seduced Pamala, an easy mark really. I felt she had under stated her survey, though I gave it to her three times in different formats. Her grip on my hand, the sighs she gave when I lightly caressed parts of her body in public; I knew she wanted to be with me.

We got to their room, Pamala grabbing some lacy lingerie hanging just inside the door, disappearing into the bathroom while Branch kissed me deeply.

I pulled him toward the instructions on the table and the little pill sitting ready. I had enjoyed his intimacy and foreplay on the two other times we'd got together, and let him press his hands into me, fondling my breasts, rubbing my pussy over the dress and panties.

He was open with Pamala. When he was with me, we were always alone. Doing their fetish surveys, they both revealed an affinity for picking up another woman and Branch fucking them in front of Pamala then letting the woman leave and letting Branch fuck Pamala.

The survey made it clear the Pamala had no desire to be with the other woman while Branch would love to have a fuller participation, MFM or FFM, where he would watch the two women as well as fuck them both.

I stopped kissing Branch, handed him the instructions and the pill. He took the pill with some water while he began to unbutton his shirt.

Pamala came out; I grabbed the vape pen sitting where the instructions were while Branch read them aloud.

"Fulfil your fetish, Branch have the pill and Pamala share the delicious THC inspired vape with Amber. Pamala, watch your steed soften Amber's sweet meat with his large cock."

I stood up and in front of both of them pulled my dress up cross armed from the bottom, it slid up and over, my shaved pussy there, plump lips pushing through my flesh against the panty, dropping it, sliding off my panties and undoing my bra.

I wanted to run over to Pamala, her black lingerie see-through, her breasts pushing the fabric to its limits, those nipples calling my name, her hairy bush showing through; she was a true blonde.

It was the bridge I hoped my covert product would allow me to cross later, though I questioned her sincerity in filling out the survey. I didn't add instructions about being with me because that was the furthest step that I wanted her to initiate.

My consolation was getting to get jammed by Branches 9" cock, thick with a nice head. He was skilled using it, knowing that the length didn't necessarily mean jam it all the way in to please the woman, but find her spot and push into that depth until orgasm.

Then get his.

I threw a little curve in there, one that wouldn't affect the outcome of my study.

"Pamala dear, would you warm him up for me by swallowing that sword?" I said in a cutesy voice. She smiled at me and turned to him holding the length in her hand and dropping to the floor.

"MMmm...." Branch moaned, Pamala was a skilled cock sucker; it was extremely hot watching her lick the long shaft up and down, go under on his balls sucking each then taking both, not looking at me. She was obviously partitioning off the sex, her focus on her man.

"Gmmftt!"

Pamala began the process of wetting and taking Branch deeper and deeper until miraculously she had him completely inside, the bulge showing in her throat, her creamy white neck skin moving with his thrusts. Her arse was now up on her haunches, I wanted to go suck her ass hole, having to again show restraint.

"Gmmftt!"

She bucked into him with her face, then slid off.

"Pamala, thank you I'll take it from here," I said, then grabbed the pen, slipping next to her, she backed away quickly, but took the vape, sucked a long drag and sat back in the chair.

"Branch, Baby... fuck her raw!" Pamala said; a third hit from the vape told me all I needed to know.

I turned and placed my hands on the bed, folding over, looking at the large wet cock pointing at me, Branch holding it with his hand.

"You heard the lady! Fuck me raw, Branch," I smiled, my hair over to one side, my athletic shoulders propping me up.

Large hands found my hips. He angled and pushed his head inside, just enough to get my porous flesh to emit fluid.

"OH, GOD! BRANCH!"

He went a little deeper, searching probing, finding my spots, running back over them again and again.

"JESUS! YES! OHHH!"

Pamala was intently watching us, her eyes on his long shlong going in and out of my body, maybe just over half, him tickling my button over and over, my breasts bobbing for her to see.

"Oh God! YES! BRANCH! THERE!"

He had found the depth, like before; it was from behind the most intense access was granting, a little bit upwards on this thrust.

"FUCK! OH! MY! OHHH! YESSSS!"

I came; my body shivering as he pushed in deeper now feeling the fluid rushing over his cock. I surprisingly saw Pamala's fingers going under the lingerie and push at her pussy. She'd indicated in her survey she "just watched", never getting off, when they would pick another woman up.

"OHHH! BRANCH! HARDER!"

Having the euphoria wash over me, I found that the long cock was great to pulse me back into a deep want of sex.

"GOD!"

He drove that shaft all the way in now, pulling back and pounding me. Pamala had sunk her hand deep into her pussy; my moan's inspiring her to want more.

I felt it was time.

I sensed hesitation; we were at the threshold of the study and I would be devastated if she didn't come offer herself to me.

"Baby, now... ohh... ohh... I NEED you now!!!"

Again, she hesitated, opened her eyes to look at me.

"WAIT! WAIT! FUCK! OHHH! YESSS!" She screamed, her hand pleasuring herself digging deep in her twat, coming in front of me. "OHHH! YESSSSS!"

"OHH! OHH! OHH! BRANCH! OHH! OHH! FUCK!"

My head was down and I saw the long foot and legs coming at me, the smell of a fresh, new, juicy cunt Pamala presenting me with her crotch.

"OHH! YESSS! PAMALA! OHHH!"

My second orgasm rushed over me, Pamala's legs were open and her hand was rubbing her wet clit and cunt. She pulled out and reached her fingers towards my face. Looking deep into her eyes, I put both lips around her fingers, getting a hint of flavors I was going to gloriously ingest.

"Mmmmm" I moaned around her fingers, Branch pounding me, I lowered to Pamala's glory, the lingerie pulled to the side, my mouth covering her pussy, tongue going in first.

"Ohh.... OHHH!"

Plump and full, my lips tugged at the ripe flesh; Branch pulling and pushing me, I pushed my tongue out while he drove his cock home, pulled and sucked with my lips while he pulled on my hips.

"GOD! AMBER!"

"Umph! Umph! Umph!" Branch was pumping trying to get off.

I was experiencing the effects of my newly produced product and one I had developed underground. Pamala had indicated "no desire" to be with a woman or cum in front of one, yet she masturbated in front of me and was down getting eaten out by her bosses subordinate.

"THERE! THERE!" Pamala screamed, my tongue finding a spot and sliding to it, my lips pulling at her clit on Branches take backs, pulling at my hips, trusting deep. I could see her looking at him, I became a conduit to his cock and lovemaking to Pamala.

"CLOSE BITCH! CLOSE!" Branch said into my ear, leaning over my body, the musty smell of his sweat from pumping me so hard and fast.

"BABY! I'M... I'M... YESSSSS!" Pamala soaked my face with her orgasm; my hand had made it up and was finger jamming her. I sucked and licked so much delightful discharge.

"OHHH! CUMMMINGGG!!!" Branch collapsed, pushing deep into me, starting at Pamala's cunt while both unloaded into each side of me.

I felt glorious. His cock still hard inside me, folding on top of my body, her breath on my neck, emptying but his hardness not gone.

"Oh GOD Branch... you're still fucking massive inside me," I said turning my head and kissing his cheek.

Pamala's hands were in my hair, playing, letting me suck her pussy dry, getting all of it, petting her thigh, then kissing my way up her strong, full body, her breasts still restrained by the fabric, needing my lips

"Let me undress you, Love. OhhhhhH!"

Branch pulled out, the feel of something still that hard leaving my body left me yearning for his return.

Her face was on mine now, watching, waiting, my hand going to her shoulder, pulling the translucent fabric to one side, then the other shoulder. She almost flinched when my fingers touched, eyes following my hands, almost afraid, but wanton at the same time.

Both hands pulled the lingerie over her breasts, they pushed out, their fullness before me. I brushed the flesh below with the back of my fingers, her eyes closed and head leaned back, over the pointed nipple, the large areola still dwarfed by the size of the fleshy orbs.

I lowered and covered a nipple with my mouth. Branch had slid down, his cock hovering above both my ass and her crotch, my legs straddling her hips.

"Ohhh...." she moaned, the softer tarp of nipple flesh getting my lips pursed and gently breathing onto sensitive spot. "Looverrrhhhh...."

I moved to the other nipple, Branch wanted to fuck his girlfriend and I just needed to get a kiss in and move aside. She moaned and squirmed, I sensed she wanted to be fucked as well, moving off her breasts, to her face she grabbed my head and kissed me!

"Ohhh... Pamela..." I moaned, her large breasts holding me up, I slid back my crotch rubbing on Branch's legs, we kissed long and hard until I felt Branch's large hand take my hips and pull me off her.

I slid to the side, and Branch drove his massive organ into Pamela.

"Pamala... OH... Come here Dear!... Fuck..." Branch's cock was harder than before filling her so fully, the violence of his entry each time shaking her tits in such a way they were moving opposite to each other.

"OHHH! BABY!! OHHHH!"

He fucked her for the next hour.

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Heather and Cyrus. Third Person

"Glad you two could make it," The hotel desk manager said on Cyrus and Heather's arrival. "The dinner has been served, but you can go through the buffet line for those who didn't pre-order."

"We're good," Heather said holding Cyrus' arm, rubbing into him. "We'll graze on something, but we're heading to the room to change and then get socializing."

"Here's a note," the desk clerk said handing them a piece of paper.

'Find the envelope and read it before coming downstairs,' it said, Heather showed it to Cyrus who shrugged.

They went to the elevator with their bags and arrived on the 8th floor. They quickly changed; Cyrus got into a nicely fitted suit and Heather wore an elegant ball gown, making her look at least 20.

"Oh, the envelope," Heather said before they left. "We almost forgot!"

It read: 'Please note the room #s and times for the evening. Please arrive no sooner or no later and please note what role you will EACH be taking. CIAO! - Love Amber.'

"Oooo... this is going to be fun," Heather squealed.

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Max, Mel, Donnie & Jill

"Have you ever noticed Amber often calls us all by our "proper" full first names," Max whispered into Mel's ear while dancing to "End of the Road" by Boys 2 Men. His massive hands were on her waist, pulling her to his expanding cock. "I find that a bit 'off putting' like she's trying to take some sort of dominance from us."

Mel looked at him, Max's hard eyes examining her body like Donnie would be looking at a breakfast buffet, drooling. They had flirted since Amber directed them to "swap" and it was apparent to her that he was endowed, and his tone was masculine control.

His massive frame engulfed Mel, his low body fat hard against her older, toned features. She felt like a piece of meat he was about to cut into and devour and for some reason she found comfort in that thought.

Jill had led Donnie out of the ballroom and took him to his room.

Max had his hand in hers, was leading them on the dance floor, then pushing against her he moved the hand behind her back, stretching it past where it felt comfortable. She tried to move it and let go of his hand, but he held it there, his eyes firmly on her face.

They hadn't kissed yet, she thought it was coming. Instead, something sent chills down her body and wetness between her legs. Leaning into her neck, his teeth were pressed against her flesh.

"I demand total submission and in return I'll take you to another realm."

He pulled back, let go of her hand, his now pulling her hips to the massive bump in his suit pants.

"Will you obey me?" He asked.

Mel flashed to the questionnaire, to the section on things she'd never tried but wanted to, and that was total submission.

"Yes, Sir." she'd read "50 Shades" back in the day, wondered how much of that she was prepared for, having been around Shelby, Donnie's young Domme, just a little bit.

"Mmmmm, very good."

He moved swiftly, covering her mouth with his, pushing his tongue inside dominating, pushing her head back, neck straining. Then he separated.

"Come on," He said taking her hand. "It's time I feast on your flesh."

Mel shivered again, goosebumps ran down her arms, her cunt was wet and hot.

He hit the elevator button pulling down on her hand, forcing her to his body. Mel rested her chin on his chest looking up, her eyes begging for a kiss; he was now stoic and cold.

The doors opened, he let the people empty out of the box before putting his hand on the base of her back and pushing her in with force, tumbling her off the back of the narrow elevator and down to the floor.

"Stay there!" he commanded, the doors closing behind him, timing it perfectly. "Head down!"

She was breathing heavy, her body a quiver with a mix of fear and excitement.

The hotel was tall, like most New York hotels, and he pressed floor 15. She wondered what would happen if it stopped on an earlier floor, she was scared to be seen like this but also turned on. The floors passed by and right before the "ding" of getting to the 15th he gave her a command.

"Rise up to your feet."

She hopped up and stood, head down, his hand against, finding her, again forcing it into an uncomfortable position downwards, her body pressing into him. The door opened, no one was there, he tugged at her, again knocking her off balance but she kept her feet while they moved out of the elevator and down the hall.

"I'm going to ask you once," Max said to Mel. "Do you want me to release you to your pathetic husband, or give you a night that will reside in your subconscious forever?"

The bashing of her husband sent a chill and further turned her on, the dominance she'd never experienced with anyone, tantalizing.

"I'm yours for tonight, Sir." she said bowing to him.

"Very good."

He stopped at the door to his room, opened it pushing her inside planting his palm between her shoulder blades.

"STRIP!" he commanded loudly, the door closing behind them, it's echo in their room was met with the sound of flesh from his hand to her cheek.

SLAP!!!

"AHHHH!"

Mel spun away from the contact, tripping and hitting the floor. Not knowing if she had displeased him, knowing he wanted her naked she kicked off her shoes and got to her knees pulling her dress up and over her head.

SLAP!

"AHHHHH!"

She tumbled backwards, her hands were at her bra, her head hitting the edge of the bed, bouncing her forward.

The darkness was engulfing her, she had one hand on the floor the other pulling at her bra, she didn't want another one, both cheeks stung from the impact of his large leathery hand. She pushed the bra over her head, sliding up the side of the bed, she had no bearings to the room, it was so dark.

She stood, panting, her chest heaving up and down, naked having not worn panties, his shadowy figure barely coming into focus, undoing his tie. She couldn't see his face yet, adjusting to the lack of light.

SLAP!

"AHHH!"

The strike came from out of the darkness, sending her onto the bed, she felt his knee land beside her, his hands pulling at her hands, the tie slid around hers, he wrapped it tight and tied it, her arms behind her back.

"I should tell the staff there's free pussy up here to pound." He growled into her ear, his body sliding off the bed and walking away.

Mel's mind raced, was this what she wanted? What she signed up for with Treasure Pills? Was the chemical getting to them?

Max lit four candles, one in each corner of the room, his pants still on, his torso naked, large chest covered in a black pelt of masculine man hair.

My God he's an animal! she thought, admiring the shape, a beast honed for conquest, large hands pulling at his pants and belt.

He had everything undone, seeing her watch him he squared up to the bed and looked down at her face, His boxers were inside his fingers and he pulled everything loose and dropped them to the floor, his cock springing out.

"Oh God... Master!" she exclaimed, the thick wondrous cock sticking straight out. He had ingested the pill in the ballroom and he was throbbing hard.

"You like that?" he growled, he knelt on the edge of the bed, bringing it close to her face, the large mushroom head almost pulsing with power, its thickness ran down his shaft. "Stick your tongue out slave."

Slave... I like that... she thought.

Opening her mouth, she gently pushed her tongue out, leaving it flat, not pointed, his dick came forward, the two soft fleshy parts met, Mel sighed as his cock head rubbed over her tongue to her lips.

"OHmgftt..." she moaned. It pushed her mouth open and slipped in, the diameter like nothing she'd ever remembered.

"Your tiny, insignificant husband, can't match mine...."

No.. no he can't..." her eyes wide taking in the shaft on her lip, the head finding resistance fast.

Max took her head in his hands, gently looking down at her, the sensation of the thick cock in her mouth, the smell of his cologne, her wet pussy adding to the bouquet of aromas. He pushed in and pulled it back so slowly, holding her gently, letting her experience him, the hunter in a gentle moment with his prey.

He pulled it out of her mouth, her eyes disappointed at the absence, his movements slow, hands on her hips turning her over onto her back, arms pinned behind her. He knelt and then straddled over her breasts, the candles flickered and moved shadows and light over his hirsute body, he rose above her, cock sticking out.

"Open your mouth," he said gently, his cock hovering above her face, his hips lowering, the soft skin of his sack finding her lips.

"Mmmm..." Mel moaned into the fleshy bag, his balls tumbling one in her mouth the other over her bottom lip.

She gently sucked; they both rolled into her mouth.

"Ohh.... slave..."

Mel felt in that moment she was his to do with what he pleased, the cock resting besides her nose, extending past her cheek to her eye. It was longer and thicker than she could ever imagine; his host ready to take him in whichever way he wanted.

He braced his hands on the headboard, pulled his balls out of her mouth, slid back, his cock resting between her breasts, it's one eye looking at Mel her head angled to see it on her chest.

"Master, feed me your beautiful sword," she said, risking speaking out of place, her mouth watered waiting to ingest him.

A turn of his strong hips placed the cylindrical flesh on her chest over her breasts. Her hands were behind her, or she would have reached up and let him slide against the skin of her breasts, spitting and lubricating, taking his load off her chin.

Alas, she'd just have to swallow him, the energy and dominance he emitted necessitated him taking her completely.

She rolled her tongue out, tilted her head back and he moved it onto the velvet red carpet, so soft both against each other, he penetrated her lips, leaving it there. She "tongue bathed" him, coughing up saliva and phlegm, he pushed in and out just until he felt pressure and back until he felt the wetness and then flexed his thighs.

"Gmmfttt!!!"

Mel relaxed, prayed and took the mushroom head back an inch at a time, Max talented and versed in pleasing as well as pushing his host, driving into her throat, a cavity of pleasure.

"GMMFFTTTT!!!"

Further in, Mel couldn't believe it slid, the meat expanding her oesophagus and his cock squeezing in with the pressure.

He placed his hands on her shoulders, pinning her down and pushed harder, her tongue swirling around the shaft, the spittle oozing out of the corners of her mouth, his balls trailing down her chest just an inch from her chin.

"GMMFTTTT!!!!!!!"

She sucked in air through her nose, he pushed deep inside filling her with his cock, her eyes wide open looking up at him, the steely look of the conquering hero taking his prize.

She came...

"OHFMMTFGOOHHHHHDDD!"

Her submission, his dominance, his cock, the limits not stretched, but broken, her body and mind collectively orgasmed together in a mind-blown moment of sheer masculine torture.

He pulled back. She gasped.

"OHHHFFTT!! OHH!!"

The air whisked in her mouth; she tried to form words but his cock went back inside.

"YE... sfftttttt!! GMFFTT!"

He pulled back and thrust forward, getting back to the depths of before.

"Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft!"

Mel's face was now his cunt.

"Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft!"

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

He lightly slapped her cheek on every pull back.

"Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft! Gmfft!"

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

His hands went to the back of her head, pushing hard and as deep as he could.

"GMMFTTT!!!!"

He unloaded a week's worth of building up straight down her throat.

"GMMFFTT!!! OFMMTTGodddd!!! OHH! FUCK!!"

He unloaded inside her and then pulled back out, the last couple of drizzles settling on her nose, her cheeks.

Max was still rock hard.

******

Donnie and Jillian

Donnie took the pill while Jillian slipped out of her dress and into the hot tub she had insisted being included their room. He watched the younger version of Mel, with larger breasts and a surprisingly diminutive personality, walk; they bounced nicely as she stepped down the stairs.

"Baby, the water's nice and hot."

Jillian had coaxed the coy language out of him. He wanted to say something like 'just like you' instead the more refined Donnie came up with..... "The lights from above highlight your beauty."

"Awww..."

Donnie thought he was surprisingly hard, the oldest of the four, obviously there to test his staying power, he gingerly got out of his boxers and stood at the bottom of the steps.

"Come on in, Love," Jillian said, hand outstretched, her breasts above the waterline. They had each read their assignments. She reached for the vape she had gathered and did as instructed, sharing with Donnie while their legs and arms intertwined.

Bigger than Ambers and Mel's, he pressed into their firmness, a very good boob job, the nipples resting on top, his fingers rolling them, running water around each point. He bent down taking each into his mouth as she smoked and pressed the other hand into his hair.

One last hit and he got between her legs and pushed forward. The card read, "make love as many times as you can."

Her legs wrapped, taking him in her warm pussy, shaved and ready to fuck all night as her card read.  They both had a second envelope ready for after "you climax three-four times".

"Mmmm, you feel so good," Jillian cooed, not telling Donnie how big of a cock she takes on the reg.  Truth was, she shared Max with any woman he wanted, making 10 years of marriage successful once they found out she couldn't have kids.

She got many different men in return for the absence of motherhood.

But never women. Wasn't her thing, not even Amber could seduce her.

"That's it... there, pump me there... give me that first one so we can ride into the night." She was a talker, yes, Max didn't allow it, but when she was with another man that she didn't dominate physically, it was just the conversation.

"Jesus, Jillian!" Donnie moaned, her hot cunt and the warm water mixing nicely, she was naturally wet while fucking, countering the friction water can sometimes bring. "God I might... might... FUCK YES! CUMMING!!!!"

"That's it baby, fill me with your number one then ride me to mine," Donnie pumped harder, the cum still spurting while he went in and out, her legs pulling him closer on each one.

Jillian kissed him, tongues and lips together mashed while he slammed in again and again.

"OHH! PERFECT! YES! YESSSS!"

Underwater he felt a hot burst from her covering his cock, driving back and forth, loving the ride.

"One each..." Donnie said into her quivering ear.

"Ohhh, baby that's the easy one, let's dry off and break in that bed over there."

"Mmm... yes..."

Kissing his face, stroking his cock, Jillian led him to the towels, drying their bodies off, then leaping onto the bed playfully, giggling and laughing before she got on top of him.

"Nice and hard, Dear... I love it, you stud." She slipped back on his cock, her pussy as wet and giving as it was in the water, almost like it could take his balls in while bouncing and grinding on top.

"Ohhh fuck," Donnie moaned, his hands up and caressing her breasts, she released her long blonde hair from the ponytail; it was like Aphrodite was riding him, a Goddess built to fuck.

"Jillian, you're so GOOD!!!"

She laughed and leant back onto her hands, pushing back on his cock, sliding hard and fast front and back, her cunt lips wrapped and pulling on him. Donnie couldn't comprehend what was going on, he felt like it was a dream, she slipped him out, holding his cock and then falling on top of the head like it was a spear.

"OHH GOD! YES!" she called out.

Donnie pushed upwards.

"YESS! YESSS! NUMBER TWO!"

She pulled off him, slid her legs backwards and in a blink had digested his entire cock, the six inches of skinny dick buried into her throat, her eyes looking at him intently.

"God.. you're hot... FUCK!!!"

She turned the top of her head to him and began bobbing on his dick, wanting him to cum so badly.

"Gmft! Gmft! Gmft! Gmft! Gmft! Gmft! Gmft! Gmft!"

He saw her so intently and eagerly swallow his dick, her breasts pushed into his thighs again and again, seeing them dangle and bounce.

"OHHh... FUCK! HERE! IT CUMS!!! YESSS!" He moaned and climaxed a third quick time.

She pushed down on him, the fluid shot up into her throat, she slid up gathering it in her lips, keeping it there after pulling off, her lips pursed and sucking the shaft and head as it streamed over the top out of his slit.

Then Jillian crawled up and filled his mouth with his own load, kissing Donnie deeply, her larger breasts pushing into him, her legs rubbing against his cock and legs, they tangled together, kissing and fondling, rubbing and moving against each other.

After about 15 minutes or so she slowed down, rubbing his cock which did soften some, but was still there, she massaged it and slowed down. She got up quickly, scampered over to the vape and brought it back, taking another drag, giving it to him and he repeated.

"Were we supposed to do that?" Donnie asked.

"Dunno, but I feel great, I feel... sexy, loved, invincible, ready to go again."

Donnie smiled, took another, handing it to her as he moved behind the blonde hottie.

"Ohhh... Lover,' Jillian moaned while Donnie slid inside her again, pumping through the wet cunt back and forth, twisting and tugging side to side. "Mmmm... you go... you are amazing... pump me hard."

That he did.

Thighs slapped together again and again, Jillian bracing herself on pillows, hugging one tight. Donnie couldn't help but reach forward and pull on her breasts, so full, so plump, rubbing her nipples, pinching, slapping the breasts from the side playfully.

"Oh, the colors of love, Babe... keep surprising me, the frontier of discovery." the drugs taking over her system now, a kaleidoscope of feelings and even disorientation.

His cock hit her spot, again and again.

"Oh, Baby... you're doing it! YOU'RE DOING IT!! YESS!! YESSSS! FUCKKKK!!!"

He felt her warmth bathe his cock, it slipped out and she sprayed him with her fluids, something she had done before with Max and another lover.

"FUCKKK!" Jillian yelped.

"OH babe..." Donnie said; the fluid drenching his waist and cock. "I'm going to fuck your ass."

"YES!" she exclaimed propping up her butt, his cock at the door and he pushed inside.

"OHHH!! AHHH!! YESSS! OHHH!"

Max had bored her out over time, Donnie slipped inside her ass so easily, deep and his balls swung on her taint. She melted her head into the pillows letting him force just drive into her, muttering and moaning into the cloth.

"Jesus... OHHhh! YES! JILLIAN! YES!"

Donnie plunged deep into her and released his load, the third of the night. Holding her fine arse cheeks, pulling them to him, his cock sending a load deep into her hole.

He pulled back and out, his mind raced to the cards and he walked over, Jillian rolled onto her back, the sight of her breasts just still and naked; beautiful.

"Here," he said placing it on her stomach, opening her eyes, a bit disoriented.

"No, you read it," she said, not wanting to move much.

He opened it and began.

"Congratulations, you've done something with someone you'll always remember," the card said and Donnie read. "Walk through the adjoining doors, take a look at what has happened to your spouses, and be ready to push your boundaries."

Donnie walked slowly over to the fading Jillian, offering his hand, her head going back and forth finally seeing him.

"Give me a minute," she said struggling to get to her feet. "One or two pulls too many on that thing."

She took Donnie's hand, stood and leant into him, her breasts splitting around his torso, using his body for some support. They steadied and looking up at him she smiled.

"Let's see what we're missing."

He smiled back and they walked slowly together to the door, turning the knob and opened it, the candlelight hit them dull and wavering, a slight noise was happening.'

Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat.

Oh... ohh.. ohh... oh... ohh... ohh

Approaching the bed, they saw Max was sitting on a chair with his belt in his hand, lightly smacking Mel's twat. Her legs were bound with her hands straight above her ass just over the end of the bed, so he could have access there.

They stopped and Max looked up, no words.

Pat. Pat. Pat.

Oh... ohh.. ohh...

He stopped and pulled an envelope from the top of the bed. Donnie could see a couple of small bruises on her arse, small fingerprints. Mel's pussy was leaking creamy cum fluid, drizzling over her taint and from her hole. Max had placed the plastic tray from the dresser under it and there was a pool of their sex forming there.

The card was pulled from the envelope, Max's eyes drawn to it, straining from the darkness, then looked up at his wife. Jillian let go of Donnie's hand and he sensed real fear coming from the woman he'd just finished in her arse.

"Woman..." Max said in a deep dark tone. "Come clean up my mess."

Jillian dove to the floor, her position was that of a small animal drinking from a bowl, her tongue going to the plastic tray, lapping at the droplets of cum and pussy juice that compiled out of her twat and arse. Donnie saw how red and raw both were, his wife bored out, then he looked down at Max's cock.

"Jesus Christ...." he said, trying to imagine what his wife had experienced. He looked to her face, she was zoned out, enjoying the break from the belt.

"Now HER!" Max commanded firmly, Jillian looked back at him and up at the cunt still wet and red. "Every drop, lick her clean until I get back."

Jillian hesitated.

"NOW!"

Max commanded his wife to do something she swore she'd divorce him over, and wrapping her arms around Mel's thighs propped up in the air, sliding the plastic tray out of the way, dove mouth first onto the hot lumps of flesh that were tattered and torn from Max's cock.

"Mmmftt!" Jillian moaned into Mel's pussy.

"Ohhh..." Mel gasped, awakening from wherever she had drifted off to while surviving the belt; Jillian devouring her cunt.

"We need to go," Max said, grabbing Donnie's hand, turning him, Max's cock bounced off Donnie's hip and they disappeared into the adjoining room.

To Be Continued