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Decision Tree Ð Chapter 19 By Tappy McWidestance
Monday morning came far to early. I felt disoriented briefly as I woke in naked in a strange place. Then memories of Sunday night at Dean's place came flooding back into my consciousness. I didn't feel awkward, but it did feel strange having to borrow clothes from Liz and then hitching a ride with her to the office. I was very sore, especially my pussy, from my weekend of lascivious behavior. Dean's fuck machine had literally worn out my cunt. Fortunately, nobody in the office had need of it that day. That's not to say they left me alone.
Tony was the first to visit my office and he demanded a blowjob. I happily obliged. It would have been uneventful except for his comment that I had done better last night. It was then I realized he was one of the men who visited the gloryhole. It turns out all the partners had. It became the refrain of the day. Steve and Jeff also visited my office in the morning. Both of them also wanted head and both also commented that I seemed more into it last night. Be that as it may, it didn't prevent the three of them from giving me a yummy load in my mouth.
I was left to ponder whether they were just saying I was more into giving head when it was anonymous and I was being forced, well willingly forced, or whether they were just messing with me. I must have done something right because all of them shot quickly when the visited that morning. I decided not to dwell on it.
As usual, Dean arrived about 10 for his usual Monday IT activities in the office and Liz took her lunch break at 11:30 scampering over to his office for a rendezvous. My phone rang a few minutes later to join them. Like the partners, they seemed in tune with the overused status of my pussy and both were satisfied with me pleasing them orally. Liz wanted me to prime her to receive Dean's cock and he wanted me to get him rock hard so he could bend Liz over and give her a proper fucking. While he did, I lay beneath her to lick her clit until she came and when it was time for Dean to climax, he pulled out of her and shoved his cock into my mouth. It was the fourth load in my belly for a busy Monday. Thomas did not use me at the office, although both he and Gwen took my ass than night.
Tuesday morning found me back on my usual schedule of being up early and making breakfast before dressing for work. Gwen surprised me with a gift they had bought at the adult store on Sunday, apparently while I was off screwing in the office. It was a small vibrator, a little bigger than a regular bullet. She took my phone and after a few keystrokes handed both to me.
"This toy is synced to your phone via Bluetooth," she told me. "Thomas and I can control it from an app on our phones. Slide it into your pussy before you leave for the office."
As you may remember from chapter 05, the idea of a remote controlled vibrator both excited and worried me. This one was different from the butterfly model Dean had me buy. This one was meant to we worn inside the pussy. That meant it would be quieter and more discrete, but not as capable of getting me off because it wouldn't be pressed against my clit. Obviously having my owners be able to tease me remotely held a great deal of fascination as keeping me horny was a skill they both possessed and enjoyed using to torment me. On the other side, they could clearly use it at a time that was highly inappropriate, say in court. Given their history, I had to believe they would not be entirely benevolent about its use. I questioned Thomas about it as we were driving to the office. Apart from, "We thought it would be fun," and "We really have not worked out any plans for it yet," he was pretty silent on the subject. Then it sprung to life.
Thomas' hand were on the steering wheel and I had not seen him make any moves toward his phone so it must be Gwen trying out the app. Over the final ten minutes of the drive, the vibe cycled up and down a power ramp, pulsed on and off for a second at a time and also seemed to be doing some kind of random pattern. You can imagine how that was making me feel. As we pulled into the parking lot, Thomas added words to the affect that "You can save patterns you create, turn it on and off manually or let it run random changes."
I wasn't worried about him controlling the vibe in the office because he could see what situation I was in, but having Gwen control it was problematic since she would not know the context of her actions. Then again, having to hide the fact that I was being buzzed from people and situations that dictated I be discrete could be fun too. And worse case, such as being in court, I could always turn off the Bluetooth on my phone until it was safe. I walked into the office and past my coworkers with Gwen continuing to tease my now very wet pussy. It was quiet enough I don't think anybody heard anything, although if they looked closely at my breathing or facial expressions, I'm sure they knew something was up. I walked into my office, shut the door and collapsed into my desk chair. Spreading my legs I immediately put two fingers on my clit and began rubbing. Gwen had been teasing me for less than 15 minutes and already I was out of control and in need of an orgasm. I began to think about the possibilities this kind of device would bring. And I liked what I thought.
The rest of Tuesday went fairly smoothly. The vibrator would turn on, tease me and then turn off every so often. Liz visited my office. She looked a bit frazzled. She asked if I was wearing one of the new vibes as well. Apparently Dean was being more liberal in its use than Thomas and Gwen and she was in great need of a release. Needless to say I was happy to help. That night at home, Thomas once again used my ass and after he was done, Bruce took a turn as well. It was day two of rest for my pussy. It felt fine now so I hoped Wednesday would bring it back into action. It did, although once again it was just via the Bluetooth toy. Thomas or Gwen enjoyed teasing me and by the end of the day I was very ready to fuck. When Thomas called me into his office, I assumed he was going to give me some relief. Instead Thomas informed me that we would be leaving for St. Louis in the morning for a quick two-night business trip. Apparently there was a prospective, potentially lucrative, new client who had agreed to meet with us on short notice. We would fly out in the morning and return Saturday morning.
Thomas explained that a family run company of great success was looking to go public. The father, who was now handing it off to his three kids and retiring, had started the firm. The tricky part was they needed the money from going public to expand, but they also wanted to be sure to keep operational control with the kids. I had done many deals like this with one kid assuming the mantle of power, but three would be trickier. Still, we had the experience and reputation to with this account. I was also pleased to be given such a challenging task to help land a big new account. With the build out of the women's firm almost done, I knew I would be soon moving downstairs to launch that firm so I looked at this as my swan song and signing up one last big client.
Wednesday night was spent preparing documents for the trip and packing, although Bruce demanded and received a sloppy blowjob. I really wanted to get fucked, but that didn't happen.
Thomas was clear that I should bring my slutty business attire as opposed to my sexy court attire. He told me we would first be meeting with Mr. Don Anders and that he preferred to be called Mr. Anders instead of by his first name. Thomas told me he was very formal. He was also an older gentleman so having me dress sexy was a bit of a risk because he might feel it was inappropriate, but he was also a man and hopefully still appreciated a beautiful woman. He said our next meeting would be with Mr. Anders children, Don Jr. (goes by JR) and Eric. Thomas said they were the appropriate age to appreciate my charms. Finally we would meet with Mr. Anders daughter, Eve. Thomas did allow me to bring one "normal" outfit in case Eve seemed like she was threatened by me appearing sexual. He also had me pack a limit number of toys into my suitcase. I was glad he was going to check one bag because I definitely would not want to be inspected by TSA carrying leather cuffs, a blindfold, a paddle, some rope and my Hitachi. I was also excited because I did not get to play with him one-on-one that often but we would have two nights together on this trip.
The trip to St. Louis went smooth and our first meeting with Mr. Anders went well. He appeared to appreciate the way I was dressed and Thomas dropped a few hints that I would be receptive and helpful if they chose our firm. He didn't come out and say I would fuck or blow the guy if we got his business, but unless Mr. Anders was totally out to lunch, we would have understood what was being offered. Our second meeting with JR and Eric went well too. JR definitely seemed to understand more about the business and the complexities of going public compared to Eric, but clearly both understood Thomas' innuendos.
The meeting with Eve turned out to be a little trickier. Since we had an hour between meetings, to be cautious, I went to the hotel and changed, dressing down into my more professional outfit. She turned out to be the real brains of the three children and asked the best questions. While the meeting went well, I got a weird vibe off her that she didn't trust me. She seemed to trust Thomas and what he was saying, but was somehow more resistant to me when I made a point. Maybe I was just being paranoid.
After we wrapped up the meeting we headed back to the hotel. Thomas said he felt very good about how the three meetings and was in the mood to celebrate. That meant room service in his suite complete with Champaign (I had my own room down the hall a bit) and bondage games. After he called in the order he had me strip down to my stockings and heels and then he put my wrist and ankle cuffs on and clipped my wrists behind my back. At that point I expected and was rewarded for a good day's work with the luxury of sucking my Master's cock. There was nothing unusual about this. I kneeled in front of him while he sat on the desk chair and I worked his tool without the aid of my hands. Like I had done many times before, I had to give my maximum effort to get him to cum. It would have been much easier if I could have used my hands, but then again, where is the fun with that.
He luxuriated in my attention and took about 20 minutes before he finally blew his load down my throat. I slurped up every drop and then cleaned him off. I would have gladly swapped the dinner he ordered for several more loads of his delicious cum. But that would not have been good for him, so instead, he put some embarrassment on the menu.
After he came, he stood and tucked his deflating cock back in his pants. He then moved to the couch. She had me stand in front of him and spread my legs. He then began to tease my cunt. After a day of being in close proximity to him for hours, I was desperate for his touch and my body responded as you might expect. Of course, bringing me off wasn't his goal and I knew that. But that didn't stop me from trying to rock on his fingers and hasten my orgasm. It was a game. I knew he knew what I was doing and I knew he would never allow me to cum until he was ready for me to cum, but I pretended he wouldn't notice. Psychologically that drove my arousal higher.
Abruptly he stopped and told me to turn around. When I did, he unclipped my cuffs releasing my arms. He then bent me over his lap and spanked me. It wasn't a hard spanking by any means but it wasn't playful either. It was a bit harder than that. But mainly it was to just put a little color in my backside. I say that because I remained over his lap until there was a knock at the door and he told me to let the person delivering dinner in. I froze at first, but a much harder swat to my backside told me he was serious.
I stood up and slowly walked to the door. There was a second knock. I really didn't want to be exposed in front of some young guy, but I didn't have a choice. As I took a deep breath and turned the knob, I knew when I walked back into the suite to show him where to put the tray, he would see my reddened ass. It wouldn't be bright red as I wasn't spanked hard enough, but it would show what we had been doing. Then I wondered if Master would make me tip the kid orally. That really worried me. You may find that surprising after my night in the gloryhole, but those people couldn't see me. When I opened the door, I think I was more surprised than the waiter. Or should I say waitress. A young girl was standing there with a pushcart with our tray of food on it. Her tongue was as tied as mine and we stared at each other for several seconds. Finally I got my wits together and said, "Come in."
I had to turn and let her follow my ass as I lead her to the seating area of the suite. I wanted to crawl into a hole a die. The girl was very young. This was probably her first job out of high school. I know people who work at hotels see weird things, but I doubt she ever saw a woman just wearing stockings, cuffs with a red ass before. Thomas told her where to leave the cart and gave her a tip, which I am sure was generous, and sent her on her way. Then we sat down and ate. It was weird. He didn't recuff me and force me to eat without my hands or have me kneel on the floor at his feet so he could feed me. Apart from the nudity, we could have been on a date. We talked about the Anders family and what points we wanted to make sure came up in tomorrow's meetings and how to work each family member the best so we made sure we won the business. It was a perfectly normal meal and afterwards we put the tray and dishes outside the door. I half expected Thomas to call for them to be picked up so he could expose me again, but he didn't. I guess he didn't want to share me any more.
I'd like to tell you that Master Thomas had some wild sex party planned for us that night, but he didn't. Our time continued to feel like a date. He fucked me, of course, and I blew him again, but the only kinky thing he did was tie me to the bed. He didn't use the paddle, which was disappointing, or the Hitachi. I actually felt a little disheartened. Looking back on my former life, just being with a man of such sexual prowess would have been a pretty good night. But even though he screwed me well, it was a little bit of a letdown without the extra kinky elements. Then again, maybe he was just tired from traveling and the long meetings. He sent me back to my room too early for my tastes and told me to get some rest, as tomorrow would be another long day.
Friday we met with everyone together and also a few other key players. They had already met with a couple other local firms and wanted to make their decision very soon so these meetings were make or break time. It was a long day, but I felt we presented ourselves well and showed why we were a good choice to help them. At the end of the meetings (about 3pm) I expected Thomas and I would just head back to the hotel and hopefully party a little heartier than last night. As everyone was packing up their notes I noticed Thomas talking privately with Mr. Anders. As we were driving back to the hotel, he told me he offered to take everyone out for dinner that night. He said we would know within the hour. I assumed that meant if Mr. Anders decided to go with us, we would have a celebration dinner. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would have us spend money if they were going with a different firm. 45 minutes later we got the call that dinner was on, although Mr. Anders did specify he had not made up his mind yet. Still I thought it was a good sign that he wanted to spend more time with us. Thomas told me to put on my sexiest outfit. I suppose a little extra temptation wouldn't hurt make up Mr. Anders' mind.
Thomas and I waited in the hotel bar for our guests to arrive. Mr. Anders, JR and Eric showed up and gave their regrets for Eve not being able to make it. They suggested an Italian restaurant just up the street so we headed out. Since it was only two blocks away we walked. I was in the center of the group and I admit it felt a little strange to have an older gentleman on either side of me with two younger guys following. My skirt was showing plenty of leg and if the wind blew just right, my garter snaps. I was also wearing four-inch heels so I knew my ass looked tight and right in this skirt. I'm sure the sons were looking at that as well as they followed us. But I didn't mind. I was prepared to be gangbanged, if that would close the deal. Heck, I was prepared to be gangbanged even if it didn't close the deal.
We all had a couple of rounds at the restaurant and I was feeling a bit tipsy since we had already had a couple at the hotel. When the guys ordered a third round I politely refused. Dinner conversation was a mix of business, sports and bragging about previous successes. I mostly tuned out other than the business talk. The restaurant was typically low light Italian dŽcor. It would be a nice place for a date, I mused, but wasn't so good for a meeting. But Mr. Anders liked the place so it was fine. We were seated at a round table. Thomas and Mr. Anders were seated next to each other flanked by JR and Eric, which left me between the two sons. JR (on my left) was the first to touch my thigh. He was looking at his dad and listening to him reiterate how he wanted the deal to go down for the tenth time. But his hand, having found no resistance when he first touched me, began to stroke my leg. I was a bit surprised he was so bold in front of his father. I think my sharp intake of air gave away shock. I think it also triggered Eric to follow his brother's lead on my right thigh.
If Thomas had been more accommodating last night, maybe I would not have responded in such an accommodating fashion as to spread my legs for them. JR was the first to slide his hand under the hem of my skirt, but Eric soon followed. Likeway JR was the first to reach my thong, already soaked through. He turned his attention to me and smiled. He rubbed me through the thin material briefly, then he removed his hand and casually brought it to his nose. To an outsider, it probably looked like he was scratching his nose, but in truth I knew he smelled my arousal. When JR smiled with satisfaction, I turned to look at Eric. I gave him a sly nod and he slid his hand up just like his brother had done. He was more forceful in how he rubbed me, making it more difficult to pretend nothing was happening. He was starting to make me squirm, but fortunately he stopped and like his brother, took the opportunity to smell his fingers. While this played out, Mr. Anders and Thomas were so engrossed in their conversation that I don't think either noticed. It was at this point that JR leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"I can help with the old man," he told me. "You need to take me back to your hotel room so we can, um, discuss things."
He didn't need to translate his offer. I just smiled at him. I then felt both brothers' hands on my thighs again. I was justifiably distracted from the dinner conversation after that. JR continued to touch my pussy more frequently, but Eric was more forceful and less discrete when he got a turn. I think he was trying to make me cum while his brother seemed to want to just keep my motor running in anticipation of getting an invitation to my room. Either way, the combinations of their styles had me in dire need of an orgasm, even before the food arrived. I excused myself to go to the bathroom and all four gentlemen stood up showing me respect. If Mr. Anders only knew how turned on his sons had made me and that my intention was to masturbate, not pee, he might have changed his mind about me.
In the sanctity of the woman's bathroom stall, I removed my pussy soaked thong and sat down on the toilet. As I touched me clit, I knew this wouldn't take long. I thought about what it would be like if both JR and Eric took me at the same time. Brothers share things, don't they? At first I pictured them bending me over a taking me from behind while one of them fucked my mouth. That was good, but then I imaged them DPing me while I blew their father. That was the image that made me cum. I was also pretty sure that would close the sale on our business deal. But how do you come out and say, "Hey, if I fuck all three of you at the same time can I earn your business?"
I took a minute to compose myself. On the way out of the bathroom I tossed my thong in the trash. I knew it would do no good the rest of tonight. My food was waiting for me when I returned to the table. That was always a nice surprise. The guys were busy chowing down on their food so I didn't get any physical attention for a few minutes, but once JR was done with his entre, he did slide his hand under the table again. He didn't seem surprised when he found my pussy available to him. I suppose he might have even expected it. It was a tough angle for him to finger fuck me, but he tried. At least he found out the wet thong was not a joke as at least up to his first knuckle came back soaked.
As seemed to be a trend, younger brother Eric took his turn when JR removed his hand. Even though I had cum about ten minutes earlier, I was very ready for more. Mr. Anders wanted to order dessert, so I lied and said I wasn't feeling well and that maybe I should head back to the hotel. Thomas faked concern (I'm sure he knew what I really wanted) and Mr. Anders asked JR if he would please escort me back to make sure I was safe. I wasn't worried about being accosted in those two blocks, but certainly bringing JR back to my room worked out perfectly. As we walked down the street, he put his hand on my ass possessively. I responded by telling him, "You and your brother really worked me up in there. You can do whatever you want."
"Does that mean both of us?" he asked.
"Yes, together or separately," I replied. He gave my ass a squeeze. Then alone in the elevator, he finally got a full finger inside of me. He seemed pleased when I moaned, although disappointed when we reached my floor. He held my ass again as I led him to my room. Before I could slide the swipe card to gain access, he pinned me against the door and kissed me fiercely. I responded by kissing him back in kind. He then spun me around. I assumed it was so I could open the door, but inside he pushed me against the door and I felt his hands raising my skirt. I think he was trying to show he was in charge, but I had him pegged as a pseudo-dom. I say that because although he exposed my ass and very needy pussy, he didn't fuck me against the door. I real Dom would have taken me right there if they had pulled that stunt. Instead he just grinded himself against my ass. I could feel his hard cock through his pants and he seemed to pack enough dick to satisfy me, so I pushed back against him enough to unlock the door.
Once inside I pinned him against the wall in an effort to take charge of the encounter and as I expected, he let me. I could feel his resistance draining from his body and into his cock as we passionately kissed against the wall. I then dropped to my knees. As you know, I love to take directions, but with JR, I felt compelled to make this happen on my terms. Sure he could have surprised me, overpowered me and "forced" me to do whatever he wanted, but I needed cock right then and I was determined to get it. I quickly tugged his pants down and a nice firm cock sprung forth from his boxers. I didn't suck him long. I didn't want to risk having him blow in my mouth. I had other plans for that erection. I gave him head for about a minute just to be sure he had good blood flow working and then pulled him to the bed. I quickly pulled his pants and underwear all the way off and unzipped my skirt. His dick stood tall and proud as he lay on his back and I jumped on top of him and mounted him. I admit I was a bit of a crazy woman.
I rode him hard for several minutes until my knees started to hurt. Then I dismounted him and rolled over on my back. He took that as the invitation it was meant to be and mounted me missionary style. JR was skilled in the art of fucking and he gave me the pounding I had been thinking about since I left Thomas the night before. He wasn't going to meet my submissive needs, but I was fine with just having straight sex. I still hoped Thomas would take care of that other side of me later tonight anyway. I laid back and let JR do his thing. I enjoyed every minute, although I didn't reach down and finger my clit while he fucked me. I figured I could make myself cum later if he did not and I didn't want to hurt his ego by making him think he wasn't good.
He lasted about five minutes before his facial expressions made it clear he was about to cum. I implored him to "Cum in my mouth," and he obliged by pulling out and sliding over next to my head. He first spurt missed and hit my nose, but by the second he got it aimed right and then slid his cock back into my mouth. His sperm was a little on the bitter side, but he did cum a lot. I certainly appreciated that. As I expected, when he was done, he wasn't concerned with my pleasure. He immediately picked up his pants and started getting dressed. I can't say I was surprised, but I was fine with him leaving. That was less awkward than having him stay and talking about whether he would get a repeat ride if they chose our firm.
Once he was gone, I got up and stripped out of my blouse and put my robe on. I took my key card and the one for the suite and hurried down the hall to Thomas' room. I wanted to grab the Hitachi and get myself off. I took the bag of toys and rushed back to my room. Why I didn't masturbate in the suite I don't know. That thought never crossed my mind. Back in my room I tossed the bag on top of the dresser and found the wondrous vibrating wand. I plugged it in next to the bed, threw off my robe and lay down ready for action. As I stared at the ceiling, the wand working its magic bringing me closer and closer to the inevitable killer climax, my pleasure was interrupted by a knock at the door. At first I ignored it. I only needed a bit more time to achieve my orgasm. But the knock was insistent. Damn. I turned off the Hitachi, put my robe back on and stormed over to the door. Looking through the security hole, I saw Eric. Of course he was there, I thought. He always follows his brother. A normal woman might be upset at him presuming he could come up to my room uninvited. But I needed to cum and if his cock was up to the task, I could live with that. And if not, the Hitachi stood by at the ready and somehow I didn't mind using it in front of him like I would have been bothered in front of JR. I opened the door and he walked it.
"I wanted to discuss a few of the details with you," he said trying to sound business-like.
"You wanted to fuck me like your brother did," I corrected him. He sheepishly laughed. I dropped my robe and stood naked before him.
"Get yourself hard and let's get to it," I told him. I was determined to keep control of this encounter as well. Based on his limited contributions to the discussions the last two days, I felt confidant he was do what I said. I got into the bed on my hand and knees pointing my ass at him. I also grabbed the Hitachi and turned it on.
"I was about to cum when you knocked. If you hurry and get inside of me, you can fuck me through my orgasm."
I reached the wand between my legs and pressed it against my clit. Somehow it felt better knowing that he was watching. It didn't take long for him to drop is pants or to press his hard-on against the opening to my slit. I was serious when I said I was about to cum. I had been on the edge just before he knocked and I knew it would take less than a minute to get me back. He was fucking me well from behind. He wasn't great, but I love doggie-style and with the Hitachi on my clit, it hardly mattered what he was doing. I figured he loved it anyway so I thrust my hips backward trying to match his thrusts and moaned. He responded by grabbing my ass and giving me a very firm thrust. He continued to hold my ass tightly and thrust forcefully as my pussy clamped down on his cock and I came. I howled in pleasure and yelled for him to spank me. He didn't miss a beat. He leg go of my ass and continued to fuck me while he began to slap my ass. Granted it wasn't as firm as I would have liked, but the sting of a little pain, the thrust of his cock and the buzz of the wand kept my orgasm rolling through me for at least 45 seconds until I collapsed flat on the bed popping his cock out of me in the process.
"That was amazing," he said. "I've never seen a woman cum that hard before."
"Oh, that was nothing," I said breathlessly. He probably didn't need to know details and in retrospect it probably soundly like I was making a shot at his skills, but in my post-orgasmic haze I had just responded honestly and the usual filter on my mouth was disengaged. "I've passed out from cumming. Thomas didn't play with me long enough last night so I was very needy tonight."
"Didn't play with you enough last night, huh? What other toys do you have besides that massager?"
I know I shouldn't have told him. Having fucked he and his brother already I was sure I had secured the business and they didn't need to know anything about my kinkier nature. But I directed him to the bag.
"So you like to be tied?" he asked holding up the rope.
"And teased," I added in response. I noticed a glint in his eye I had never seen in the meetings. I noticed his boner had not gone down since he stopped fucking me. Apparently he found the rope exciting.
"I've always want to tie up a woman and then fuck her face," he confessed to me. I bet he had always been embarrassed to admit that. "Will you let me do that to you?"
"Will you recommend our firm to your father?" I asked. I was perfectly willing to let him do that, but I didn't want him to know that. I wanted him to think I was doing it to help push the business deal through.
"You had my vote when you answered the door, but yet, if I can tie you and cum in your mouth, I will definitely sing your praises."
"Start with the cuffs," I told him.
He definitely was a neophyte when it came to bondage. I was sure he really had never done this. I showed him how to cuff my wrists and ankles. I then had him attach the rope to the corners of the bed frame. I explained how the best part of bondage was being restrained and then teased without the ability to make myself cum. He questioned me about the paddle and I explained that pain could quickly turn to pleasure if done properly. He didn't seem so convinced about that. His cock was starting to deflate a bit, so I figured I should move onto the face fucking part instead of being an instructor. I told him to grab the carabineer and clip my hands behind my back. When he did, I got down on my knees. I explained that since he wanted to use my both, binding me to the bed wasn't the best plan. He could do that later if he wanted to tease me. Then I told him to get to fulfill his fantasy.
"Alright big guy," I said trying to stroke his ego. His cock was OK, but I didn't classify it as big. "Use my mouth the way you want."
At first, he just put his now semi-hard cock at the end of my lips. I took that as an invitation to lean forward and capture it. Not to sound conceited, but I think I am getting good at giving a hands free blowjob and within moments he was at full staff again. He started sliding his cock in and out of my mouth so I stopped sucking and just tried to hold my head still. But he didn't speed up. I'm not sure he understood what it really meant to fuck a face. He continued going way to slow for about thirty seconds. I suppose he was scared to offend me. He didn't know that was not possible. Finally I had enough and pulled my head back as he was on his backstroke.
"If we are going to do this," I told him, "do it right. Hold my head firmly with your hands and fuck my mouth hard and fast."
He may have been nervous, but he didn't have to be told twice. To my joy, he starting giving me a proper face fucking using my mouth like a cunt. My favorite part of this is when my saliva starts running out of my mouth and I can't do anything about it. Granted a bigger cock keeps my lips pushed out better, but still I overflowed with spit and it dripped out of my mouth, off my chin and onto my tits like I was a common suck whore. I loved that feeling.
I expected him to explode fairly quickly as this had apparently been a fantasy of his for a while, but he held out fairly well. My knees and mouth were sore before he shot and I was actually glad it was over. When he finished, his cock began to soften very quickly. He had pulled out of my mouth so I didn't get a chance to clean my toy, but if he didn't mind, neither did I. I struggled to my feet as he put his pants back on. I went to the bed, sat down and spread my legs.
"I could really use another ride on the Hitachi," I told him. He looked at me and then looked at the wand. Then he expressed a devious smile.
"What was that you said about liking to be teased when you are bound?" he asked. I didn't like the sound of that, but I couldn't resist his smile.
"Well, now that you have me restrained, for example, you use the Hitachi on me, but you stop just before I can cum. Then when I cool down, you do it again.
"That does sound fun," he told me. "But I need to get home to my wife."
I must have looked dejected.
"But, what if I tie you to the bed and lean that vibrator I saw in the bag on your pussy. I bet that wouldn't make you come, but will drive you wild until Thomas returns."
I couldn't disagree with his logic so I agreed. He unclipped the carabineer and I lay down on the bed. He didn't need help figuring out how to attach the D-rings of the cuff to the ropes. I told him to leave a touch of slack so I could struggle. He liked that idea. He then grabbed the Hitachi, turned it on high and pressed it firmly against my clit. I went wild twisting and tugging against my bonds. But I was stuck. He must have really listened to my instructions because at full speed the Hitachi would have made me cum in 30 seconds, but he only held it against me for 25. I cried out in frustration and pouted. But this was exactly what I told him I liked, so I couldn't be too mad at him. He tossed the Hitachi next to me but left it running. That was a devious touch as I had to listen to his loudly buzz and know I couldn't have it. He then went to the bag and got out the regular vibe I brought.
Having tested the batteries, he turned it on low and slid in about two inches of it into my pussy. It was gently vibrating and just short of my g-spot. There was no way it would get me off and we both knew that. He told me he really enjoyed our time together and hoped I would visit St. Louis again as the IPO became closer. I squeezed my cunt walls trying to get more pleasure out of the vibe. As he reached the door, I remembered that Thomas had a different room.
"Wait!" I called out. "Take my room key and give it to Thomas. His room is down the hall and I don't want to be stuck here all night."
Eric walked back into the room. "Will he be surprised to find you like this?" he asked.
"No," I replied. "And hopefully he will take advantage of the situation."
"How long should I tell him to wait?" he asked me.
I knew Thomas would make that decision himself, but I said, "half an hour," just to make it sound good. Eric agreed and this time, after flipping off the light, was out the door.
Along in the dark and bound to the bed, the quietly buzzing vibrator just inside my pussy was maddening, especially since the loud Hitachi was buzzing just out of position. As bad as the vibe was, I didn't want to lose it so I had to try and lay still. I could feel it start to slide out of my due to the excess of juice I was producing. This was pure torture and I brought it on myself by confession to Eric that I enjoyed it. If I twisted my neck I could see the clock and count down the minutes until I assumed Thomas would return hopefully to use me properly. A half hour came and went. He did not arrive. As I expected, he was probably happy to have me bound and being teased. After an hour, I was very desperate for him to return, if for nothing else than to fuck with the vibe or put the Hitachi on my clit. I started fantasizing about being captured in some sort of industrial espionage and sexually tortured until I told them the trade secrets they wanted. By the time an hour-and-a-half had ticked off, I was crazy with lust and need. The vibe had slid out of my pussy and just the tip was touching my labia. The gentle buzz only served to remind me what I craved; yet offered no pleasure in itself. Then finally, to my relief, I heard the door card sliding through the lock.
The lights clicked on and were blinding at first. As I squinted and my pupils adjusted, I realized it wasn't Thomas who had come to rescue me. It was Eve and based on how she was dressed, she wasn't here to rescue me.
"Well what do we have here," she said sarcastically. "A slut lawyer who thinks she can fuck my brothers and steal my company away from me."
I began to reply but I stopped when she picked up the vibe and slid it all the way into my pussy.
"So wet she can't even hold a vibe in her. How sad."
Her demeanor had certainly changed since our meetings. I wanted to tell her Eric had just put the tip in and it wasn't my fault it slid out, but she started fucking me with it and all I could do was moan. Then she picked up the Hitachi. For some reason, I actually thought she was going to use it on me. But that was just a dream that was shattered when she turned it off.
"Doesn't Eric know you will burn out the motor if you leave this on that long?" she said.
I twisted against my bonds as she continued to slowly slid the vibe in and out of me.
"I had a feeling you were a naughty girl the way you dressed," she told me. I didn't reply that she was also dressed inappropriately for a business relationship since she had changed into a short leather skirt and a tight blouse with a plunging neckline.
She expertly brought my arousal back up to peak and then stopped. I doubted Eric had shared that secret with her. I was pretty confident she knew that trick on her own. She edged me three more times until I was a babbling idiot begging her to let me cum. Instead she stopped and unzipped her skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. I licked my lips when I saw her clean shaven pussy. She noticed and said, "I'm glad you like it because you are about to become well acquainted."
I didn't realize that meant she was going to sit on my face, but as soon as she began to crawl onto the bed I figured out her plan. While it was certainly a surprise that would end the night eating her pussy, especially since she wasn't at the restaurant, I knew it would be a delight. A delicacy even. What I didn't know was that I wasn't the first person at the firm to go there tonight. Upon the first taste of her wonderful, young pussy, I realized Thomas had already cum inside of her. There was no mistaking it and she made sure I knew the source.
"That's right dirty girl. Your boss already fucked me. Is he your daddy? I bet he is. Do you have a thing for old guys? Does he fuck you? Of course he does. Eric told me he was supposed to give him your key. But I intercepted it, went up to Thomas' suite before coming here. I made sure he saw the negotiations favoring me and then I fucked him for the last hour. He's pretty worn out. You won't see him until morning."
I could hear her, but I was more concerned with cleaning out her pussy and making her cum. It didn't take long. She must have been still worked up over halving Thomas fuck her. After she came she crawled off of me and then moved between my legs. "A little thank you," she said before dipping her tongue along my slit. I went wild tugging at my bindings, but alas she edged me again. What a bitch. When she stopped, she got up and sat on the edge of the bed. She then told me her tale as she slowly rubbed my left nipple and you already know how crazy that makes me.
"I told Thomas I am ready to recommend your firm. JR and Eric are morons and daddy listens to me. He pretends to listen to JR, but if you want the contract, you need to keep me happy."
I moaned, "Yes of course. I understand."
She continued. "Eric and JR can get a taste, but the deal will be structured so I have enough shares to control the board and install myself as CEO. My brothers would destroy this company. Only I can save it. My father knows this and will go along with what you and Thomas propose in your final documents if I recommend you."
She continued to manipulate my nipple as she put forth her plans for the company. I bet the conniving bitch made the same deal with all the firms they were looking at hiring. I have to admit, her plan was much better than her father's plan and would be a good use for the capital infusion of the IPO. I was actually pretty impressed given her age and my perception of her inexperience. Of course I also wasn't thinking very clearly :)
"So miss fancy lawyer," she concluded her argument, "Thomas is on board for my plan and I know I can convince my dad to do what the lawyers recommend. That leaves you. Are you going to help me?"
Again my response was more of a moan, but I think she understood I said yes.
"I hear you dressed like quite a slut at dinner. I need to know I can trust you before I give my father his decision. I'm going to untie you and you are going to get yourself all made up again like you were for dinner. Then we are going out. If you convince me that you will look out after my interests instead of my brothers, the gig is yours. What do you say?"