"No! You can't!" I laughed, burying my head into his chest, inhaling the mixture of the aftershave I had bought him and his very essence, a smell I had become addicted to over the past few months.
"Honey we spoke about this, many times. Are you afraid now it's becoming reality?" His voice was stern but not threatening. He looked at me, watching for any hesitation or fear my expression might give away.
I lifted my face from where I had hidden it, could feel the colour in my cheeks, aware he would have noticed this instantly. It wasn't a flush of fear though, but excitement, I knew he would see the light dancing in my eyes as they flickered with arousal at the thought of the adventure we were about to embark on. What he couldn't possibly know was that my panties were beginning to cling to my pussy as my senses became heightened, or could he?
I had first encountered Marc at one of those extremely dull seminars, you know the kind where you all have to stand up and say 'Hello, my name is...' And regale the rest of the room with your company name, job title, aspirations for the future and what you hope to gain from the convention. I was feeling slightly self conscious as I sat down after my rather half hearted effort at explaining my wish to progress through the ranks to partner at the small family law firm I work for when up he stood.
He was tall, but not neck-achingly so, with tousled dark hair and nearly black eyes; although I discovered later they are actually the deepest blue to match mine. Immaculately dressed of course, down to his highly polished shoes, my eyes couldn't help but hesitate on the way back up to his face at his trousers where by all accounts he appeared to be as cocky in that department as his manner led me to think he was in personality. Was he really semi hard at the most boring convention on earth? Call me sluttish, but I was instantly captivated.
"My name is Marc Feathers" he began, glancing somewhat more than was unfamiliar, in my direction.
"I am Managing Director at Feathers & Forsythe, where I aim to continue to run a successful company that serves my clients well and offers best value for all concerned. From the seminar I would like to get to know some contacts that I have up until now only spoken to by telephone and take the stunning Ms Collins from Bailey & Brown out for dinner this evening" His eyes did not flicker, his expression remained cool with a slight smile as he looked directly into my eyes, and he sat down, straightening his tie, while the rest of the room either gasped or looked on open mouthed.
We did indeed go out for dinner that night, but I couldn't tell you what was on the menu or how long we were in the restaurant, I was so spellbound by this man that most of the detail has become a blur. What I can tell you is how by the time the credit card company was validating his card he had me up against the wall in a corridor of the hotel and was ramming his throbbing cock into my needy little pussy, his hands on my thong clad ass telling me he knew I'd be a dirty girl for him. We were the perfect match.
That was six months ago, and here we were standing in a city bar surrounded by various nameless professionals having a drink after work on a Friday night discussing the fantasy we had of Marc watching me being fucked by anonymous suits.
We had had a couple of drinks and I was beginning to feel a little lightheaded. Brandy always does that to me, it was a sure fire winner when I was a teenager for some horny inexperienced boy to get between my legs.
Our fantasy had been discussed on many occasions and it was agreed that it would consist of two strangers, one of which I would choose and the other Marc got to select. He had made me promise that I had to abide by his decision, which obviously made me a little nervous, but I trusted him and, after all, this was as much his dream as mine.
I had noticed one particular guy that had been talking more or less non stop on his mobile phone in between smiling and greeting people that he knew, probably colleagues from this side of the city, the side where we knew nobody.
He was, in total contrast to Marc, blond haired and stockily built, but the thing that caught my attention was his mouth. His lips were full and plump and there was something mischievous in the way he smiled as he talked on the phone. I had caught him looking over at me a couple of times, his eyes often returning to my legs that were encased in the sheerest black seamed stockings. I was teasing him a little by shifting my weight from foot to foot and brushing one leg against the other, occasionally I would play with my hair, which he seemed fascinated by.
Marc clearly noticed this interaction between us and what he said next was what prompted me burying my head in his chest.
"That's him isn't it?" he said quietly, almost whispering in my ear "I think it's time I made the gentleman an offer he won't want to refuse."
After my small girlish outburst, I stepped back and took a seat on a high bar stool to allow Marc to approach the man, and also to give him a better view of the goods on offer. Men have always loved my legs and when I cross them and show a little stocking top it drives them crazy. I hoped I was doing enough to make our new friend a little hot under the collar.
I watched as Marc sauntered over to the other guy and put his hand out to shake it. From an onlookers point of view this could have been any two business men greeting each other in a professional capacity. I noticed the look on the blond man's face as Marc obviously discussed the proposal with him. His eyes scanned over the darker mans shoulder instantly to me, and roamed the entire length of my body, from my black Mary Janes to the tortoise-shell clip in the fringe of my blonde hair and he smiled; a most devastating smile that sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Marc handed over his business card, shook hands with the guy once more and before I knew it he was beside me again.
"What..." I began to say, but Marc put his fingers on my lips.
"Our friend Mr Smith will be at my office. One hour."
He smiled, and stood in front of me to shield me from the other drinkers and ran his hand all the way up the inside of my left thigh not stopping until he stroked my hot slit through my by now very damp panties. The first part of our plan had obviously made him equally as aroused as myself as I could feel his hardened cock heavy against my knee.
He whispered in my ear "You are such a slut, you're soaked. I can't wait to see you get what you deserve tonight."
Before I had the chance to respond he had moved his hand, took a gulp of his brandy and said, "My turn I think" with a very wicked grin on his face.
"Ok" I responded, feeling increasingly excited yet anxious "But I need the bathroom first."
As I slipped off the bar stool Marc put his hand on my shoulder and leant into me and in my ear ordered, "No touching yourself you hear?"
I blushed and continued out to the Ladies.
Upon my return I fully expected to watch Marc make his choice and approach another man as he had done so with the first guy but as soon as I got to him he grabbed my hand and led me for towards the door.
"What about the other guy?" I said under my breath, looking up at him pleadingly as he pulled me out onto the street.
"Mr Brown" he smiled menacingly "will meet us there!"
So I wasn't even going to get to see this other man. He had made his selection while I was in the bathroom and judging by the cat-got-the-cream smile on his face loved this new aspect of the fantasy.
We didn't speak on the way to his office, both lost in our own thoughts about what was to take place. All Marc did say to me was "You do exactly what I tell you Rosie, you listen to me."
To which I squeezed his hand as affirmation.
Marc set the scene fairly quickly once we got to his office. It is one of those old fashioned kind of rooms with dark wood and a huge bookcase; a maroon leather buttoned Chesterfield stretched out along one wall and an oversized antique desk. It smelt a little of stale cigar smoke as he had the habit of enjoying a prohibited smoke every time he won a case. I grew to love that odour.
He sat at one end of the couch and ordered me to sit on the desk.
"Darling" he smiled, his manner warm but authoritative " Whatever they are doing with you I want you to be able to see me. Do you understand?"
"Yes I understand." I responded, hoping that my voice sounded calmer on the outside of my head than it did from the inside.
My nerves clearly showed as he smiled and whispered " I will look after you, and you will have one of the best nights of your life. Trust me. Now hitch that skirt up a little and show them what a magnificent slut you are"
The knock on the door made me physically jump and catch my breath.
"Enter" came Marc's voice, loud and masterful.
In walked the blond man I had chosen, closely followed by Marc's selection.
I know that my face must have been a picture as I could feel Marc's eyes watching me intently as I saw the second man for the first time. My eyes must have grown enormous and my mouth opened a little as a giant of a man walked through the door. He was built like an American Football player, a mass of black curly hair with a moustache and neatly trimmed goatee. I swear his hands were twice the size of my feet. He was dressed in a three piece suit that was clearly not off the shelf but he looked uncomfortable in it. I must have looked terrified, but my body was betraying me as I felt my nipples harden and my pussy begin to twitch.
"Gentlemen" Marc began "There are a few rules this evening. If I think you are too extreme I will say 'enough' and you will stop without question and leave immediately. You may finger or tongue her tight little arse but you are not to stick your cock in it, that is my domain only. And finally you will enjoy my wife to her fullest potential and not waste the time you have with my precious slut. Are we agreed?"
Both guys nodded, but only glanced briefly in Marc's direction, as they were unable to take their eyes of me for any period of time. The blond, Mr Smith, was already unzipping himself as he strode across the room to where I sat.
The taller guy, Mr Brown, clearly not wanting to be outdone, manoeuvred his way in front of Mr Smith and positioned himself between my legs, pushing my thighs apart and making a grab for my panties. They were the tiniest piece of sheer fabric known to man, hardly worth wearing at all really. I heard him sigh as he reached the soaked gusset and realised what was in store for him. To help him get easier access I wriggled my bottom back on the desk, hitched my skirt up around my thighs and put my feet up, my legs splayed as wide as they could go.
I felt his thick fingers pull the wet thong to the side and his thumb rub the length of my hot slit and hover over my aching hole.
