CHAPTER 10: WHAT NOW?
It was months after Sandy joined me in supporting Jason's office ... including in our own special way. The three new guys (Sam Daniels supporting Mike in property development; and, Terrell Stewart and Abe Jackson supporting Steve in construction) all started at the same time about two weeks after Sandy. That had worked out very well as it gave Sandy ample time to adjust to being sexually available in the office and wearing such revealing outfits that it was difficult being out in public, though strictly legal.
The three new guys fit in very well, also. They were competent and professional in their job assignments and both Mike and Steve, though still pushing them in responsibilities, were thoroughly pleased. In addition, the new guys acclimated into the unusual nature of the office quickly. Initially, it was expected that the casual and open nature of the sexual availability had consumed their attention. That was expected. It was what happened when all this had began with my being hired originally. Over the subsequent months that had predictably settled the intensity for everyone involved. Sandy and I continued to wear outrageously short skirts and revealing tops with no underwear as a continual reminder to us and the guys that free-use sex was a very intimate part of the office and beneficial perk of the office. And the perk wasn't limited to the guys who had free-use of Sandy and me. Sandy had discovered just how deep her sexual needs were and how consuming it was to avail herself to all the big black cock.
For Jason, the months that passed hadn't been a success merely because of the success of the four new hires. The property development business had thrived by the influx of new talent for managing projects. His unique model for doing business was rewarded. The company could focus on the important issues of development by outsourcing much of the hard labor of design and construction. Mike and Roger were in the forefront of land and zoning for projects while working with Terry, the attorney. Harry developed the architectural concepts that brought in client commitments and then turned the concepts over to larger architectural and engineering firms. Steve provided oversight of the actual construction and scheduling of projects. The system was humming along with an efficiency that was almost stunning.
But, that wasn't all for Jason. Jason had previously divested some of his shares of Blackened Entertainment and Ebony Clubs to become a minority holder to better focus on his original mainstream business passion which was property development. What he hadn't anticipated was that over those months, the presidents of both companies, Keith over Blackened Entertainment and Sam over Ebony Clubs, recognized a deterioration in long-term focus, innovation, and execution. Both men coordinated their approach to Jason by offering additional shares to bring him closer to 50% in both companies in exchange for providing management oversight and direction, a kind of one person board of directors to guide them.
We had just returned from the meeting with the two presidents where the formal agreement was ironed out between them, their businesses, and Jason. I was in attendance to take minutes which would be used to reflect their understandings. There had been an additional reason for my attending the meeting. Jason proposed to me that I could be something of a distraction and motivator in the negotiations. I was in favor of supporting in any way that would provide benefit. After the conclusion of discussions and ceremonial handshakes, they had all turned to me. The meeting was held in a hotel suite, a sort of neutral site. I had expected to be fucked by each bent over the conference table but then surprised them with an idea. In a move to signify solidarity representing their agreement, they should fuck me on the carpeted floor. Air tight. And all three men sent cum into a separate hole.
We were back in the office after the meeting. I was still dressed normally as I had been for the meeting ... well, normally for the office. To avoid any negative reaction while moving through the hotel, I had worn a light, mid-thigh length jacket. Underneath was the light blue cowl dress I was now wearing, thigh-high stockings, and heels. The style of dress was a popular one in the office and both Sandy and I had several of them in addition to a growing assortment of outrageous skirts and tops. The cowl dress was micro in length, barely covering my ass cheeks in back. The material hung loosely from around my neck to drape over my breasts, tailored a bit at the waist and into the skirt. The back was non-existent and plunged to just the top of my ass crack but the loosely draped material allowed even that view from above and back. The sides of my breasts were usually visible in the plunging front that exposed my navel and the breast sides as the material was only around the neck and draped over the front of the breast. Of course, sitting in the chair in front of Jason's desk with legs crossed, the dress was bunched high with legs fully exposed.
Jason was happy at the end of the meeting. His shares in each business had risen. Jason's role amounted to being a Board of Directors of one offering insight into leadership in strategic direction, financial oversight, and a general risk management consideration. He recognized, though, that some of his attention would be pulled from the office. Before the meeting with the other presidents, he had gathered us all to discuss that issue. I wasn't surprised that Jason received assurances from everyone, including the new people, that they would take up any slack. That was the trust and respect of the group. It was what allowed our ridiculous office environment to work, even thrive.
He sat behind his desk quietly for a moment. I could see he was thinking about something but he had asked me to join him there. I sat quietly waiting. Beyond the open door to his office came the distinct sound of one of the guys taking advantage of Sandy's pussy, ass, or mouth. I guessed her pussy or ass since her moans were as distinct as the guy's. Mixed in with those sounds were the sounds of an office otherwise functioning. Phone calls and conversation.
"How are you feeling?" Jason suddenly blurted out. I returned his intense gaze puzzled. "I mean ... well, the meeting ..." he exhaled, "... I used you, Joni. I used you for distraction and manipulation."
I smiled. I couldn't help it and it showed. My eyes softened in a very intimate and compassionate way. There are eight guys in the office and I am fucked by three, four, or five of them nearly every day and he is bothered that he had me fuck the two presidents?
"Jason," I began softly, "we discussed that before the meeting. I was agreeable then and nothing has changed. Besides, back at the beginning of all this they were in the office and I fucked them." I paused and searched his face. "What's this about?" But, I knew what it was about. We had personally come a long way in those months.
And just then, Sandy cried out in orgasm joined by the deep grunting sounds of one of the guys. Another big black cock induced orgasm. Jason smiled and shook his head. Nobody outside the office would believe we functioned so well with such distractions. But ... we did.
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It was Friday night, a day after the meeting with the other presidents. We were outside by the pool of Jason's home. He had asked me to join him for another weekend together, something that had become increasingly familiar. The evening was quiet and warm. After a delightful fuck on one of the lounge chairs, I had moved another next to his. Currently, my head was in his lap as I kissed, licked, and gently sucked the head of his magnificent cock, the taste of our mixed cum transferred to my taste buds. I loved our taste. I loved his cock above any other ... even Jamal's monster. The reason for my love of Jason's cock so much was obvious to me. I loved Jason. I had for so long. But was that love even practical in our situation? And that question was why I had held that thought in private.
He had hired me originally as a slut who had to accept a job in the office. Not just a slut for himself, a slut for the office. The office was all black men with big 9 and 10-inch cocks. I was fucked openly every day in the office. The term 'slut' might have become negative to him when he started referring to my use as 'free-use'. Really, though, those were just terms. Yes, Jason and I had begun dating and seeing each other more outside the office. We enjoyed each other clearly. We were relaxed and comfortable. But ...
I lazily licked and sucked the head of his cock. He was just as lazily fondling a breast. "Jason," I softly said with my lips brushing over the head of his cock, "something seems to have been on your mind ever since the meeting with Sam and Keith." While grasping and lightly stroking his softened cock, I turned my head to look at his face. "Was it that I fucked them or that you asked me to?"
He smiled down at me, his fingers wound into my long hair, and gently encouraged me up to him. I wiggled my way from my lounge to his while pressing my nakedness against his, my hand never releasing his cock which I felt beginning to impossibly stir to life again. I lay my head on his chest. His fingers gently teasing a nipple.
