CHAPTER 5: THE CRUISE
In quiet moments I would think back to how my life had changed and believe that nothing could possibly top what had already happened. After all, beginning with having a drink with a stranger in the lobby of a hotel when 'the boyfriend' had abused our relationship once again at a wedding reception, I had ended up accepting an invitation to go to a stranger's home. We had fucked immediately and I ended up staying the weekend, remaining naked, and ready and willing to be fucked whenever he desired. Shortly after that, I had an unexpected job interview opportunity that would possibly take me away from my miserable job situation. When the interview and firm turned out to be the partner and firm of my white knight (though an astoundingly handsome black man) and the eventual offer to join their small agency led to fucking both men and accepting the crazy proposition that I would also be their 'free use' secretary. We fucked in the small office and continued with frequent weekends. I was fed up with bad relationships and they were both committed to the agency's growth with no time for romance. It was perfect: no strings, no complications; just a good job and extraordinary sex.
Did I really think nothing could come next to add more than what all that had provided? No, of course not. When my first anal with a big black cock (any cock to be honest) evolved into my first double penetration, I knew to be always ready for the next surprise, the next request, the next 'first'.
The next 'first' came, unsurprisingly, during a conference of the three of us. My desk sits right in front of the glass door to the office suite. Though some frosting had been added to it after I started, it was not private. The other office for Jason and Paul and the conference room were private behind solid doors and walls. I've been used in their separate offices many times including sucking cock from under a desk as they communicated with a client or someone they were negotiating with. Our logistical conferences, though, held in the conference room were predictable. Those were scheduled for mid-morning to allow messages to be taken care of and I always scheduled them for two hours though it was generally only requiring one hour. The first hour was devoted energetically and enthusiastically to relieving any pent-up tension. This was a time when I could count on being well and soundly fucked by their big black cocks. Though Jason and Paul redressed for the actual meeting, I remained naked, the sexual flush still event on my white body and the cum from their several loads possibly leaking from my pussy and asshole. Hand towels for me to sit on have become an office supply item.
I opened the manila folder I brought into the meeting, took two sheets out, and brought one to each of the men. As I leaned forward to place the sheet in front of them, my D-cup breasts swayed teasingly. It was why I wasn't to wear a bra in the office and leave my blouses largely unbuttoned. It never failed that even when I was carrying several fresh loads of cum from each of them, they greeted my presence near them with soft caresses to my bare hips, thighs, or breasts. I was always horny with these two because they were always appreciatively letting me know how desirable I was.
"This is the latest list of NFL draft players plus a couple others from last year who didn't make teams." The list contained the names and short bio of ten men, all mid to lower players of the recent draft. The agency was developing a respected name but was still too small and new to attract higher rated players. "You were thinking about bringing them together for group sharing of sorts?"
Jason was studying the list. "Right." He glanced up at Paul across the table, then back at the list. Paul wasn't totally convinced but the agency was Jason's and he would have final sway but having Paul's buy-in was still important to Jason. The concept hadn't been done before. They understood there was an inherent danger in bringing them together. Jason was a strategic thinker and many young players were immediate thinkers: how much can be gotten right now. Strategically, Jason encouraged young players to think in longer terms: get a good salary (more than they could ever see doing anything else) but settle for contingencies aimed at the future. Allowing the team to have flexibility with the salary cap could put them individually in good stead with management while allowing the team to seek fits for other needs on the team. The desire for immediate satisfaction was difficult to overcome.
They talked it over for a while but I could tell Paul was coming around to Jason's thought process. They would have a partial day of group discussions, including financial management for the future, too many made so much and still were left nearly bankrupt after retirement. The following day would be on a boat they had used before.
Jason glanced at me, then spoke to Paul. "Risky?"
It sounded like code to me. Risky what? What was risky? Paul glanced at me, too. He shook his head after returning to Jason. "Not with these guys. They're all young and full of themselves. It's the reason for the talk, right?" He glanced at me, again. "Risky maybe with just one."
Jason nodded and stood as if any of that made sense. He left the conference room door open as he went to his office and a moment later returned with a small boutique bag which he set on the table in front of him.
"We've talked about your role for the first day as hostess and coordinator, then joining us for dinner after which we'd call it an early evening to be rested for the next day." I nodded, a smile growing over my face. They were including me in in-person client activity and I was looking forward to it. "On the boat ..." he uttered with hesitancy, "... I had a thought about your involvement, too." He focused his eyes on mine. He was projecting total seriousness and concern. "I don't want to offend you, Kristi, with this. Maybe, even to our clients, you are possibly the best thing to come to this agency but ..."
I smiled and finished, "But ... clients are the life-blood of any agency." He nodded in recognition of his own mantra and reason for dedication above nearly everything else to his agency. "Anything, Jason. I would hope you know that by now. I'm sitting here naked after being fucked by you both and wanting to be again. I spend evenings and entire weekends with you two willingly and eagerly fucking and sucking in any way you desire. I've conquered deep-throat, anal, and double penetration for you." I stood up so my nakedness was fully displayed as if he needed a reminder. "Just tell me, Jason."
He pushed the little bag across the table and I peered down at it. He didn't say anything. I opened it and peered inside. Under a bit of soft tissue was a bit of yellow fabric and string. I took it out to find two separate pieces: a very thin, very small Wicked Weasel. I held them by a single finger and looked at him. "For the boat?"
He nodded and held my eyes. "At least ... for a while."
I looked down at the list of names in front of me where I had also added some notes. 10 men. Jason and Paul. He wanted me to wear this obscenely small thing among 12 men ... 'at least for a while'. I could still feel the cum of our earlier fucking but now I could also feel my nipples become erect, my body flush, and my pussy add additional lubrication. Me and 12 men. A gang bang ... out on a boat.
