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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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“In The Eye Of The Storm”
His message had been cryptic and vague. “Dress to impress. You’ve a dinner with nine”. The reservation had been made for her with the understanding that as the meeting was expected to carry on late into the night; the best deals always being done in the bar, a reservation had been made for her in one of the more spacious apartments with the instruction to be settled in and ready for business by eight.
The room was large and very well furnished. A sizable en-suite and lounge area with separate bedroom, housing what she could only consider a super king sized bed. Furnished in a deep soft duvet and pillows to die for, she’d laid her dinner suit out across it. The black waist hugging jacket tailored perfectly to hug the boned corset she always wore underneath her loose white blouse; the matching figure hugging mid-calf length pencil skirt that always rode so well as she walked. The split just showing the faintest glimpse of stocking covered thigh with each stride of her long, heeled boot finished legs. Her best feature many a man had said in her younger days. But as she approached fifty, the compliments had become less forthcoming, if not of far greater depth. Quality over quantity had always pleased her. Especially in matters of sexual flirtation.
She walked into the dining room at eight as instructed. Richard stood in the group of well dressed men. His polished image, tailed suit and toned physique, a perfect example of the clichéd silver fox moniker that he seemed to own as much as the successful business that had brought her to work for him. “Monique” he called, waving her over “Let me introduce you”.
As was always the way in these situations, she found herself surrounded by men. The heavy smell of their mixed aftershave lingering in her throat as hand after hand took hers, and pulled her in close for the antiquated but still practiced kiss on the cheek. It was something that she’d got use to. And whilst many women felt intimidated surrounded by men, she had learned to read the body language of each in turn. Deducing from their eagerness of greeting who merely found her attractive, and who’d be fantasising about fucking her when alone in their room later. Frightening in a crowded room of strangers, in the company of her boss she knew she was safe from the pack of sexually charged wolves that circled around her, and that led to her oft used flirtatious ice-breaker joke “Don’t abandon me Richard! I’m not sure I could cope”
In these moments she’d discovered the empowering feeling of luxurious underwear. French being her lingerie of choice, and Maison Close her current obsession. The black lace and silk gave her a feeling of sexual power that, despite the businessman’s hunter tendencies, always placed her self-assurance as the controlling factor in difficult meetings. It was why Richard employed her. Whilst he argued the details of the deal, she would insist upon their merits. They where a formidable team.
She placed her jacket on the hanger on the back of her bedroom door. Richard’s broad laugh and the sound of glasses and distant muttering drifted from the lounge area in her room as she slipped off the boots from her legs. Dinner over, the real negotiations were about to start and she fully intended to be comfortable. She walked back into the room and their musk hit her. Not surprising considering there were nine men in her room laughing at Richard’s jokes. He stood up. “Just going to get another bottle. Can you start without me Monique?”
“Er... Sure... yes...” she was confused. Richard had said nothing of the meeting until the last minute and as yet, she was still in the dark as to what the talks had been scheduled for. She stood up and moved to open the window a little, the musky smell of eight men’s aftershave, heat and the brandy, all seeming to combine in assaulting her senses.
She felt the hands slip gently around her waist, cupping her pubic mound and pulling her against an already erect cock pressing tightly against her bum. She tried to turn. Tried to pull his hands off. But as she did, she felt more hands gentle caressing each of her breasts. Undoing her blouse. Shocked.. confused.. unable to speak.. she was turned about to find herself looking at five naked men, each with cock in hand looking longingly at her as she was gently undressed down to her underwear. No one spoke. But she knew what was happening. What she wanted to happen. What was already tightening her aching wet pussy as they carried her to the bedroom.
They laid her down. Each leg and arm gently held by a muscled walking phallus whose name she did not know, whilst two more knelt either side of her head, a third stood behind her and the forth slide his tongue eagerly over her wet womanhood. She moaned, and as she did she felt the wet tips of two cocks pressed against her lips. The sweet taste of precum filled her senses and all she could think of was how much she wanted them all. How much she wanted to have them all servicing her sexual prowess. She titled her head back over the edge of the bed and took the waiting, dripping, third cock deep into her mouth. His head already swollen hard and glistening with precum. Her hand sliding instinctively to her clit as she felt him sliding gently in and out of her throat. Her eyes desperately trying to focus on the gents slowly wanking either side of her head, their gaze fixed on her as she teased her clitoris. The moist eyes of their cocks splashing her cheeks with juice. And all the time feeling that wet eager tongue probing her tightening womanhood as four other men stood around her. Watching. Wanking. Waiting to play their part. A part she as yet could not imagine, nor could she summon the focus to imagine.
He lay on the bed next to her with the unspoken instruction clear. Freeing herself from the sticky sweet maleness that filled her every pour, she straddled him quickly and felt him slide deep inside her wet hole. Pushed gently forward on to all fours she felt him slowly fucking her from underneath, as there in front, stood three dripping dicks demanding her oral attention. Milking time at the zoo. Cat loves the cream.
Her rhythmic riding between the swelling shaft in her pussy and the three cocks to be taken in her mouth in turn, soon found a new sensation adding to the mix. A wet and eager grasp. Slowly lubricating her anus with a wet hard head, probing deeper and deep inside her already filled body with every rock between the maleness that was threatening to burst her in two. A sensual overload bringing on orgasm after orgasm, as tongue, cock, and juice filled her every thought so that her mind seemed filled with nothing but mans sex. Hands caressed her back, eager lips pulling on her nipples, her mouth straining to take as much as she could, deep in her throat as she was pushed hard onto another throbbing shaft by the two phallus pounding away between her legs. She was already in heaven when that first wave hit.
She felt his juice rising before tasting it. The swelling of his head in her mouth and the flow of pre-cum oozing over her lips. It was a sensation that she knew well. Her favourite part of sucking cock when her mouth was suddenly covered with precum. The taste alone would often send her over the edge, but surrounded by moaning men desperate to cum over her; with two cocks pulsating in her ass and pussy, lips teasing both nipples and two more cocks desperately trying to squeeze into her mouth, his explosive orgasm sent her headlong over a cliff that she’d never before seen. Warm and sweet juice from the wine he’d been drinking. Thick and creamy cum coating her throat and mouth. Overflowing as she desperately tried to swallow him all, dribbling down her chin as she tried to hang onto the pulsating shaft between her lips. She needed him all, taking pleasure in milking every last drop of his creamy spunk. Cat had got the cream, but there was no time for smiling. Two of three was pushing his way in, and she had no intention of passing up a free meal.
To be continued......  |
