In a penthouse apartment in northern Virginia, the statuesque brunette Danielle Charante had finished a light meal and a glass of Sancerre. She strode into her bedroom barefooted and unzipped her dark green sleeveless dress, shimmying her lithe and toned 5'10" frame out of it. She stood in front of her full-length mirror wearing only her straining black Cosabella bra and matching g-string. She admired her body as she flicked the rear clasp and unleashed her breasts, the large pink nipples protruding a good half inch from her silver-dollar-sized areolae. Just as she was about to slide her g-string off and draw a bath, her phone rang - the telltale sound of an incoming Facetime request.
The caller ID indicated her boss, Manuel Bienfait. She was slightly surprised he was calling as it was past midnight in London where he was traveling on business. She picked up the phone and answered it, only allowing her face to show. They began conversing in French.
"Monsieur Bienfait - what a surprise! It is late in London - how was your day?"
She could see his face - a square jaw with dark five o'clock shadow, his dark brown eyes, his Roman nose with slightly flared nostrils, and his short cropped hair slightly askew. It appeared he was in a hotel room, his head on a pillow.
"It was excellent, Danielle. I came to an agreement with that sheik, and we've been celebrating - Farah, Sonja, and I."
Danielle smirked. Farah, a 24-year-old former Miss Beirut, and Sonja, a 25-year-old Serbian from Belgrade, were both assistants in the London office. She heard some girlish giggles in the background.
"Sounds like you are still celebrating, Monsieur Bonfait?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact we really have just begun, Danielle, and we wanted you to join in the fun!" Manuel held up the phone to the label of Dom Perignon and then to three glasses of bubbly on the nightstand, all half drunk, two with smeared red and pink frosted lipstick on the rim. "I hope you don't mind," he laughed.
"Hold on a moment - the girls wanted to say hi." His finger approached the lens and suddenly a new image appeared on Danielle's phone - reversed, looking from the back of his phone.
"Hiii Danielllle!!" Both women greeted her in unison and waved into the camera with a free hand, their covergirl faces both framing Manuel's enormous erection, and each with their fingers wrapped around the shaft as much as they could muster. No matter how many times Danielle had laid eyes on it, his cock always took her breath away - 9 veiny inches of uncut manhood, almost as thick as a beer can.
Danielle looked first at Farah, on the left, her perfect olive skin, smiling almond-shaped green eyes, and full lips matching her red-lacquered nails, her glossy black hair trailing down her long slender back. She then looked at Sonja, a Slavic beauty queen with high cheekbones and ice-blue eyes, the white tips of her French-manicured slender fingers matching the frosty look of her long tresses and a more bitchy-looking mien. Neither woman's grasp could match the girth of Manuel's cock, and both hands, one on top of the other, still left several inches exposed.
"Danielle, we had an argument this evening," said Farah. "We wanted to be in control of this evening's celebration, and Monsieur Bienfait thought he should dictate how things should transpire."
"We reached a compromise," chimed in Sonja. "We all agreed on you controlling the action."
"Is this true, Monsieur Bienfait?" asked Danielle.
"Yes, it is, Danielle," replied Manuel. "I was outvoted, but last time I checked, I'm still the boss. So, the only way out of this dispute was to call you."
"Before we commence with the activities, Monsieur Bienfait, I have one piece of additional good news to share," said Danielle.
"Oh?"
"Our intern, Candace, started work in our Tysons office today. I believe you land in the early afternoon Tuesday - perhaps we can pick you up so you can meet her in person. I feel confident that she will assist us enormously this summer. She could even fit into our longer-term plans, Monsieur. And, I'll be sending you a video I think you'll enjoy. Perhaps it will offer some stimulation on an otherwise boring plane trip."
"Bravo, Danielle," replied Manuel. "I can't wait to meet her. Now, please, proceed with your dick-tation." Danielle could hear Manuel laugh off camera.
Danielle laid back on her bed back against the headboard, holding the camera to her face with one hand and sliding her pink manicured fingers inside her g-string.
"Well, girls, I think the first step is to get that cock well-lubed. Let's start with Farah's mouth. Farah, I want you to start on just the head. Sonja, start on his balls."
"Mmm very nice," uttered Manuel approvingly. "That's a good start, girls."
He and Danielle watched as Farah's pillowy red lips parted and stretched around the crown of his cockhead - the thickest part of his cock other than the very base of it. Her lips formed a tight seal, which she started to run slowly back and forth over the crown, making a slight, wet fapping sound. She moaned as she pleasured his cock, alternately closing her eyes and then peeking up at him to see if he was duly pleased.
Sonja, meanwhile, dipped her blonde head down and parted her frosted lips to suckle one of his egg-sized testicles. She ran her tongue around the freshly-shaved skin of his scrotum as she fondled his jewel with her hot wet mouth.
"Unnnnggghhh," uttered Manuel. The sight was so erotic, these two model-hot women, slaves to his manhood, their mouths wet and hot on such sensitive areas.
Danielle, still mesmerized by the scene on the phone, slid her slender fingers further down her panties, over her waxed-bare mound to her pussy lips, teasing out the growing bud of her clitoris. Her middle finger dived into her lips, lubricating sufficiently to allow her fingertip to glide with ease in a circular fashion around her clitoris.
