Cincinnati Ch 03

Cincinnati 3

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After they'd all showered and dressed commando because he asked them to, they left to get ready for the cocktail party that evening. He picked up the underwear left behind. Of course, being male, he sniffed all the crotches and even licked a few. He placed all the bras in a basket by the entry so they could be retrieved by their owner. He had been shopping with his girlfriends and was still traumatized by the price of a bra. Jesus, the cost of women's clothes scared him.

Then he picked up all the used glasses. Being an alcoholic, he emptied them all before setting them in the sink. There were a total of nine women there earlier, and of the nine, he wanted to have the BBW, Pet, and Harmony back tonight after the cocktail party.

He knew Pet and Harmony were going to eat and fuck each other when given a chance. He could see that they lusted after each other. He suspected that they had both been fearful that the other would reject them if they said, "Hey there, any chance you eat pussy?" Or maybe, "Can I eat your snatch?" "Wanna do a sixty-nine?"

He dressed in his Schlong Pocket and then his trousers that fit him the tightest. He'd shaved, applied Old Spice, flossed, and brushed to be sparkling clean and ready.

Before he left the suite, he wrote a note to the maid who would turn his bed down, requesting a dozen extra bath sheets and to replenish the alcohol from the honor bar. He also left a second envelope with a tip for the maid.

Looking in the mirror, he thought, 'Some pussy tonight! Some pussy tonight, Oh great Pumpkin, bring me some slut pussies for tonight.'

Leaving his suite, he was greeted by the Vice President of marketing. She was about forty, with a Mother's breasts and pooch tummy in a dark green unflattering dress that not only didn't fit well, but was the wrong style for her shape.

Not being mean or cruel, he said, "Marlene, let me take you downstairs. I have a surprise for you."

He held her elbow, steered her to the elevator, and said, "What's your idea for tonight after dinner. Marlene?"

Her ass was her best asset. When the elevator stopped on the mezzanine, he led her to the dress shop in the mall.

He said, "It is time for a gift from me. You make my sales easier with your complete support. I saw a pinkish-red dress in here earlier that will make you the 'Belle of the Ball.'

He flagged a clerk and scooted Marlene into a fitting room, turned her around, zipped her zipper down then peeled the cloth from her shoulders. The dress hung up on her hips, so he pushed it and her girdle, panties, and garter belt to her ankles. Rolling her nylons down, and then kneeling on the floor, he removed them and the flats she had been wearing.

Marlene was naked except for her bra in less than two minutes. She was a little buzzed from a bottle of wine she'd consumed while soaking in the tub earlier. Dale turned her, sat her on the bench, pulled the pinkish-red dress over her head. He pulled her up to stand and zipped her new dress closed. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror. They said together, "The bra has to go."

She slipped out of the bra, and as she exposed her nipples, Dale couldn't resist fingering and sucking momentarily before she pulled them back into the dress.

She now looked like a classy executive attending her company's banquet. Exiting the fitting room, they found a pair of sparkly red heels that were a perfect color for the dress. He snagged a black patent leather anklet and buckled it around her neck.

When he did that, she said,  "Fuck! I want to be someone's cock sucking, ass-licking slave tonight. I think I actually want to eat Connie's ass. Her ass is so fuckable, and amazing."

"You might consider letting her eat your pussy, Marlene. She sucks cock like an expert, maybe she eats pussy as well."

He used his credit card, never looking at the cost, and as they walked out of the dress shop they both looked in the mirror at the two of them together, and realized they were not done with each other.

When they approached the cocktail party, they were about thirty minutes later than almost everyone else, so they quietly blended into the crowd, separated, talking and visiting.

Dale was standing at the corner of one of the hosted bars when a redhead said,  "Hi. I am Lacy. Are any of the rumors true, Dale?"

"Well, it depends on what you've been told, Lacy. Rumors are dangerous. Are you?"

"I have not been called dangerous, but I am. I am so dangerous, no one in this company will approach me, not for an after work drink, or a polite conversation. A face as pretty as mine scares most other people away, I think."

"Well, Lacy, you do not scare me; in fact, you intrigue me a bunch. I am looking forward to learning who you are, from up close, very close. Please come up to my top-floor suite after dinner. I want to know you from your bottom up."

Dale sat at a table in the back part of the banquet hall, there were four women and a man at the table when he chose a seat. He introduced himself and decided that the black haired deeply tanned woman might dance if asked, so they danced for at least fifteen minutes to three or four slow rhythms.

They started very formal and apart, but by the time they left the dance floor, most of the ladies were jealous of her with her hand on his ass and his cock so visibly hard in his trousers. When they left the dance floor, his cock was pitching a tent, and the wet spot had begun to show.

As they were leaving the floor, Marlene said, "I'm in room 269 and would love to welcome you visiting me there." She hesitated for about three seconds before adding, "Better yet, Dale, follow me."

Marlene led Dale to a hallway covered by a curtain. It had a dim light and was crowded with boxes, tablecloths, and such. Marlene sat on a pile of boxes and said, "Who's first?"

"Well, show me what is next." Dale played naive with her.

Without any delay or hesitation, she had his trousers, Schlong Pocket, and belt loose; and his cock scraping down her throat. If enthusiasm was scored, she scored a ten of ten. His cock was pumping cum within ten seconds. Really!

When he stopped pumping cum, his cock was still rock hard. He asked her if she wanted to be eaten or fucked, as he was obviously prepared for either.

Realizing she had a choice, she said, "Will you fuck my ass? If so, that is my choice."

"We will have to find time for that. But we ought to return to the event, for now."

They were back in the ballroom and had been missed. Dale said simply, "We had to work out a hard spot, got it done, and are satisfied."

What the hell? Was Dale a gorgeous hunk, fit and muscular? Was he a movie star, a pretty boy? Was he rugged and dangerous appearing?

He was none of those. He was hung like not many, and used the view of that cock as a lure. Women who were discontented were the usual first of a group to sample the lure.

The cocktail party was no exception. One of the longest-serving employees was a woman seventy-three years old. Allison was an inside sales representative for the home office. She made sales at the list price to protect the independent sales teams' pricing. She fielded calls about product brochures and literature.

Every sales representative had talked to Allison, and many had her on their Christmas gift list. Her value to the sales force couldn't be expressed in dollars or in customer service satisfaction. She had no complaints and knew how to do whatever it might be that needed to be done to support those callers.

Allison had been watching Dale all evening, and when he slipped back through the curtain, she slipped inside the curtain and retrieved the night vision camera. Pocketing it, she rounded the room until she spotted Dale again and then asked him to dance.

They spun through three or four tunes and were being noticeably familiar with each other so decided to get a drink and sit for a few minutes. The women in the room were focused on Dale, with his animal magnetism poking forward and spotting his light tan trousers with a dark wet spot.

His bulge could be the cause for the renaming of Denali to Mt. McKinley, a tribute in honor of another famous big dick carrier.

Allison had always excelled as a staff worker and eventually had become the lead sales rep at headquarters. Her skill at selling was legendary, and the book she wrote but never formally published had a hundred pages of different daily routines to close a sale a day.

She had been one of the two recipients of the award given to Dale for his column and sales coaching. Her award had been ten years earlier, which explained her business life. The book said not a word about the author, and Dale had been curious about Allison since starting with the company.

He had her book. His copy looked like a teaching guide with all of his notes.

The conversation went from what did they like about selling, to what did they like when having sex. Allison drove the conversation as a great salesman would.

Allison changed the subject with an abrupt query of Dale, "How many pussies have you fucked but not eaten?"

That question was preceded by an answer to a question about delivery scheduling, and caught Dale completely by surprise.

Dale stammered, "I'd like to think not very many, Allison, but the truth and the correct question is, 'How many pussies have I eaten that I never fucked?'  And the answer is about half of them."

"Eating pussy, vagina, cunt? It is all the same, no matter what you call it. By the way, Allison, what is your pussy's name? My cock has been called too many things to have actually a given name."

"I call her 'Alley,' like a back ally where trash and garbage are thrown. I go on sex benders. I have an hourly motel I stay in about three times a year. I have a pimp I hire to get the men and an occasional woman to visit me there. I do whatever the trick wants. It doesn't matter to me. I just want the contact and orgasms I can get that night.

"Afterward, I am usually bruised, sore, and ashamed. The shame goes away with the bruises, which starts my lust building all over again. Dale, I love that night. I spent twenty hours one time and never got off my back as thirteen men and four women fucked me in some way. The different tastes and smells of a gangbang or a train are why I am still alive. I just cannot get enough cock or pussy."

"What I can tell you, Allison, is I have only had one complaint in all of my years, and that was from a woman working at the brothel in Nevada. She said, 'I dislike fucking you, Dale. Having fucked you every way I can, your cock spoils the little pleasure I ever feel being a cum dump in a brothel. You have the best technique, the best feeling cock, and a tongue to be immortalized and placed in a museum upon your demise.'"

"Dale, take me to your room for a one-on-one training fuck, and sixty-nine. I like sucking and swallowing as much as it seems you like eating pussy."

"That is an invitation I accept. After this event ends, I am having a few people to the suite for after dinner drinks. Join us, bring your fun stuff, and we will find time to do this."

They toasted to that and carried on with the rest of the party.

It had gotten drunk and noisy, with people weaving and wobbling. There were young with old and women with women. Many were apparently pairing off, which was observable as they left together.

Allison had gone directly to a young BBW and, reaching for her hand, led her through the doors.

Dale stepped in line at the bar. He was ruminating on the weekend, remembering that he was hosting in his suite in a few minutes, so he stepped out of the line and caught the elevator to his suite.

He noticed it was ten-thirty, and any sex would have to wait. He felt confident and sure of the balance of the weekend because tomorrow, he would be heading out for a Trade Show in Dallas where he could meet with hundreds of possible suppliers of the goods he sold.

His flight was in the late afternoon, so he hoped to spend the night after his cocktail party with a babe or two. Of all of the volunteers, he was most interested in working over Allison.

It should be an interesting party, watching the women jockey for a position in the after-party fucking they hoped to get.