Chapter Five: Waves of Pleasure
The rest of the week was a blur for Valarie. Dr. Pound had taken it upon himself to send three more remotes to the implants in her pussy and clit. So, now Nelson, Travers and Roy each had one and she had one for herself. Just keeping up with her sex log, answering the phones and doing the filing was a chore because the guys were constantly playing with their new toys, taking great joy in watching her react to the buzzing and spinning and jolting going on inside her.
Each day she had discarded her underwear by lunch time. Her pussy was almost constantly aroused and she would thoroughly soak her underwear and leave wet stains on her leather office chair. Sometimes they would let her touch herself, sometimes she could use a dildo, but most of the time the instructions -- always received via instant message on her computer screen -- would tell her to keep her hands off. So she put her hands flat on her desk, resisting the urge to touch her breasts, her torso, her pussy. She would focus on the little devices inside her, picturing them churning slowly, tiny bolts of electricity firing back and forth while they warmed up, gradually glowing red. She knew there were no actual bolts of electricity and the devices weren't red hot, but that's what she pictured. She imagined her nerves reaching out touching these oh-so-welcome intruders, drawing power and energy from them and then sending that pulse throughout her body, all of it starting in her pussy and spreading down her legs, to her ass into her belly to her nipples, her lips, her tongue. She felt tingly and warm and squirmed in anticipation.
She was learning more about her body every time. She could feel her orgasms build, sometimes recede, then build again before finally hitting her in waves. She cried out sometimes, but mostly she focused on maintaining a professional appearance and put her head down, suppressing moans, breathing deeply, body trembling and sweating. Then she would slump forward, wait for the devices to stop and then slowly stand up on wobbly, coltish legs and go to the restroom to clean up and compose herself.
No one said a word. The guys kept working hard, giving no outward signal that they were aware. But she knew they were watching. She knew they were checking out her data on the web site. She knew their cocks were rising and falling in their pants all day. And she knew it was only a matter of time before she felt the warm buzz and the sweet shudder of relief that came with another orgasm.
Not only did they not say anything about it during the day, but the guys didn't even talk about it during their dates in the evening. Of course, by then they were usually busy acting out various sexual fantasies and working out the sexual tension built up during the days in between their dates. The obsessive Dr. Pound, on the other hand, emailed Valarie after almost every orgasm, congratulating her work and asking for feedback on the devices. As arrogant and creepy as he was, he seemed genuinely interested in knowing more about what she was feeling, what she liked and didn't like and what she thought about other ideas he had. Travers and the others encouraged her to report back to Pound, but warned her not to let the doctor get inside her head. Funny, she thought, her mind seemed to be the only place on her body the doctor wasn't interested in getting inside. But she understood what they meant. She could see where he could be a dangerous man -- he was disgusting and yet powerful and enticing and sexy at the same time. She was glad he was far away. His emails and sexist comments were harmless enough.
While Pound represented a somewhat unsettling newcomer in her life, Jay, the computer guy, and Cori Banks, the sexy fitness instructor, had both proved to be welcome additions. After that first gang bang in the conference room, Jay had come back in a few more times to make some tweaks to the new computer program and to integrate the software model Cori had sent allowing them all to see and track Valarie's workouts and progress. Never had Jay assumed that she was going to have sex with him and she liked that. He didn't act entitled to anything and on Thursday when Travers had mentioned that Jay had been doing some terrific work and nodded subtly at Valarie, she knew what to do. She went to lunch with him and fucked him in the back of his SUV, letting him have a go at her pussy since he'd only had a blowjob the first time around.
With everything else being so scheduled, she liked that Jay was this variable who every now and then would be given the opportunity to fuck her. She also really liked her evening visits with Cori, who was fast becoming a trusted friend as well as a fantastic fitness instructor. Cori did most of the exercises with Valarie, demonstrating the flexibility and strength and body tone that Valarie aspired to. She was quietly proud of herself for being able to keep up and perform remarkably close to Cori's impressive level. Cori was constantly praising her and pushing her to go just a little further.
Particularly fun were the lively dance aerobics and pole dancing they did, the stretching was extreme but beneficial and the yoga was just bizarre. In a quiet, dark room they would meditate and move quietly from one position to another, the only sound being Cori's soft whisper as they changed positions. This wasn't like any yoga class Valarie had ever taken, but she did find it relaxing, even though there was usually a ball gag or dildo in her mouth during the exercise. Cori had told her that cock-sucking and deep throating was all about mind over matter and being comfortable. "You can deep throat just about any guy, it's not about stretching your throat or suppressing your gag reflex. If you think about it, you'll gag sooner or later. It's about being comfortable with large objects in your mouth. Not trying to chew or swallow or do anything but suck and lick. You should be able to suck cock for hours on end if you want to. The key is to put your mind in the right place, focus and relax. The cock's not going to hurt you." So, they would sit and relax with dildos and ball gags and panties and other items stuffed in their mouths, breathing slowly through their noses.
Other than those weird sessions, Cori and Valarie were seldom quiet. They talked like they had know each other for years. Valarie felt like Cori was her best friend and big sister all rolled into one hot, hard body. More than once their talking carried over and they lost track of time, only to be interrupted by buzzing cell phones from men with impatient cocks in need of attention. They'd laugh, shower and dress in equally slutty attire, scurrying off to put their bodies to use in the manner for which they had been training so hard.
Valarie told Cori everything, including all about her first gang bang and the new devices she had implanted inside her pussy. She told her about all the guys and who she liked and how they fucked and what made her cum. Cori was equally forthcoming about her past, to the point that Valarie felt like she knew many of Cori's friends herself. She knew that a sweet but powerful black man named Ty was both Cori's protector and the stretcher of her ass. Valarie found these stories particularly interesting since she'd never been fucked in the ass. She knew that day would come soon and took interest in Cori's details and frank admission that it wasn't that pleasurable for her and never felt natural, even though she'd done it many times -- much like swallowing cum still felt foreign to Valarie.
Cori prepared Valarie for what was to cum by having her do some exercises with dildos in her pussy or butt plugs in her ass. It was all about getting used to it, training your body to accept it and prepare for it. Their bodies were strong and firm and flexible and would conform to whatever task they needed to perform. That's what Cori kept telling her and, watching Cori move and hearing her unbelievable stories, she believed her.
Valarie noticed, however, that Cori said little about her current situation. It was obvious she had money coming from somewhere besides being a personal trainer and the way she jumped when her phone rang told Valarie that some guy or group of guys still had some control over her new friend. It didn't seem to be a bad thing, though. She seemed very happy and confident and totally at ease. Valarie hoped she could get that way. Travers, Nelson and Roy had been very caring, generous and patient with her to this point, so she was anxious to return the favor.
She was also looking forward to their big yacht trip. They were leaving Saturday for a whole week. She thought it would be just thing to relax her and help her connect with the guys and hopefully develop that deeply caring relationship that Cori enjoyed with so many of her past partners.
They gave her the day off the day before the trip so she could rest up and pack what little she needed. Were it not for her shoes, Valarie could have packed everything she needed for the cruise in her purse. The guys had each selected a handful of items they wanted her to wear and she chose a couple as well. Anticipating hot sunny days on the open ocean, her attire apparently would consist of nothing thicker than a piece of string all week. Oh, they had thrown in a couple other specialty items for unexpected cold weather and occasional stops at ports along the way. Her bottles of lotion and oil were taking up as much room as anything else.