In this chapter, the trip to San Francisco concludes, and Laura misbehaves when Brick gets back. Brick adds another married woman to his conquests, also not a cuckold relationship. This chapter contains, oral, anal, group, public, lesbian, and interracial sex. It includes a spit roasting and a spanking. There is no COVID in this fantasy. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance. He always makes it slightly better.
How I Became a Breeding Bull, Ch 5
San Francisco, Part 2
That night, I fucked all three of them at the hotel, Becca first as I didn't have to use a condom, and I wanted to feel wet, slick flesh against my cock, then Diana, since I'd fucked Roxanne in the limo. Since it was ten when we got back, I gave them each a half hour. Roxanne was licking both of their pussies as I fucked them, surrendering completely to her sexuality.
I fucked Roxanne for an hour, by herself, so the other two could play together. It was intense. I used every trick in my not inconsequential repertoire to drive her crazy with lust; to fuck her senseless, in other words. By the time I was finished, so was she, exhausted and ready to sleep, her pussy gaping from the pounding she'd taken.
"Just once, I'd like to be fucked like that," Diana said. She and Becca were snuggled up against me, letting Roxanne sleep, a satisfied smile on her face.
"When do you have to leave?" I asked.
"Three tomorrow afternoon, I have a flight back to Seattle."
"Do you live there?" Becca asked.
"No, I live in San Diego, but my next flight is from Seattle back to San Francisco on Sunday. I'm essentially getting back on the schedule I interrupted with my impromptu vacation. My flight on Monday will be back to San Diego."
"If you're going to be coming back to San Francisco on Sunday, you could stay with us again Sunday night," Becca said. "We're not leaving until Monday."
"As much as I'd like to, I almost feel as if I've cheated on my husband by taking three days with you. He knows I did and it was okay with him, but it was three days less vacation time that I'll have to spend with him. I'm not going to make him worry I'm getting hung up on some other guy or couple, by spending another night with you. It was fun while it lasted. I'm going to text him tomorrow and tell him what a slut I was by fucking D'Jon in the limo with everyone watching. That might actually make him feel a little better, because it wasn't you two. Too much sex with any one person, and you start to feel like an emotional attachment may be forming. It's all supposed to be fun and games, you know."
"I'll fuck you like that before you leave. We can do it first thing tomorrow morning. The other two can entertain themselves. Then we need to leave to sign all of our paperwork, which I imagine will take about 45-60 minutes, after which I'll feed you. I have the rest of the day to play with them."
"Sounds wonderful. I'll take you up on that offer. I'd like to thank both of you. It's been an eye opening and fun filled experience. I don't think I've ever cum so hard. I'll have a lot of fond memories of this trip."
"So will we," I said. "I have to say, I didn't expect you to be in our room when we got back Thursday night. That was a shocker, but a very pleasant one."
"I don't regret it, I just don't think I should repeat it." She kissed us both. "Good night."
Becca turned out the light. I lay back on my arm, staring up at the ceiling. Diana was the second woman I'd fucked, I knew for sure was married. She wouldn't be the last. Ethical Non-Monogamy. Could I find a woman who was otherwise compatible to me, who'd agree to an ENM marriage? Let me continue my womanizing ways, and not be upset or hurt by it. It was a big ask for most people, I think. Maybe more so for women. They were the nesters, the ones who appreciated stability in their lives on the whole. The way I'd practice ENM would not be much like a marriage at all, different women every day. Let's face it, I was bad news for most women.
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The rest of our trip went well. I gave Diana the good fucking she craved the next morning after our breakfast. Three of us showered and dressed for our contract signing. Phillip sent us our finished product at nine and Becca was going over it for any mistakes or errors in comparison to her notes. Roxanne went to her room at ten, (she'd really gotten one) to dress for the meeting and went down at eleven to go over their copies of the contract. Becca and I showed up at 11:30.
"Ms. Martinez," I said, "how did you enjoy your dinner at Quince? I really didn't have an opportunity to discuss it after the meal, since so much was going on."
"It was everything I expected and more, Mr. Harmon. Thank you for taking me."
"Am I forgiven now?"
"I'm definitely thinking about it."
"Rebecca told me she's not really into the Forty-niners. Would you care to accompany me to the game?"
"If you can manage to behave yourself again."
"It will be difficult, Ms. Martinez. You're an exceptionally attractive woman, but it is a football game, so I suppose I'll manage. Will you still be at the hotel?"
"Yes, I was planning to go to the spa this afternoon."
"Have a pleasant afternoon. I'll talk to you later to confirm times. Let's get down to business. Here's what we have, check it over to see if you agree."
I took possession of their document and Becca and I read it over and compared it to ours.
"It looks the same, Mr. Harmon, except for some insignificant word differences. I think you've got a new company," Becca said.
"I believe the same." I signed the document and they signed it as well. We had a copy machine in the meeting room and made copies.
"Here is a certified bank draft for the down payment. Ms. Martinez, will you please see these are sent to the appropriate agencies. I'll be back in six weeks to meet with the current management. Obviously, there will have to be some changes. The company is underperforming. I'd like everyone to bring suggestions to the meeting for how to turn it around. I'll send you a memo with the date and time I intend to be here. Anyone who doesn't proffer suggestions for changes will be allowed to resign. Would you like to remain as lead counsel for the company, Ms. Martinez?"
"For now."
"Since you reside here, that would be preferable to bringing someone else in from the outside. Any input you might have as to changes to be made would be welcomed."
"Thank you, Mr. Harmon."
"It's been a pleasure, ladies and gentlemen. We'll see some of you in six weeks."
I called Diana and told her to meet us at the Grill. Roxanne ate with her side, and it appeared some of them were nervous about the changes I might bring about. Most of them might survive. The company's main problem was lack of imagination, poor marketing and lack of direction or focus. They were inefficient in many ways. It could be streamlined, and some deadwood would have to go. The question was where the problems were occurring. I wanted to turn this company around in roughly a year, then sell it again. I didn't want to manage it, but I could bring in managers I trusted, including those from some of my previous efforts.
Roxanne's idea of the spa, was a good one. Rather than going to the hotel spa, I thought we could get a mobile masseur or masseuse to provide massages in our room. That way, if we got into any hanky-panky, there was no risk. Let's face it, hanky-panky was my middle name.
I found a mobile massage company while we were waiting for Diana to come down and ordered massages for one man and three women beginning at 1:30, so Diana could get one before she left. They didn't specify if it would be a man or woman, as it depended on when other jobs ended and who was closest.
I did send a text to Laura.
If you haven
't had your anal plug in for a few days, you need to put it in the next couple nights. I intend to fuck your ass Monday night.
She responded,
Even if Phillip has been fucking my ass every day?
He
's not big enough to get you properly stretched. Do as you're told. I'm trying to protect you.
Your wish is my command, sir.
For some reason, that seemed sarcastic to me, even without any voice inflection. Perhaps it was time to bring some bondage into the picture, perhaps a little spanking? She could have said something as simple as okay, or I'll do it, but no, she had to get snippy. My dick hardened thinking of what I might do to the lovely Laura.
"Diana," I said after she joined us, "I've scheduled someone to come into our rooms and give us massages with yours starting at 1:30, so you can get one before you leave."
"Lovely. Do I need to suck any cocks or lick any cunts?"
"I don't think so. Do you want to?"
