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Instinctively, I covered up my tits with one arm, my pussy with the other hand, and did my best to scramble back into the bathroom. I mean, my boss I expected, but I hadn't anticipated the blonde Demi-god and his massage table.
"It's alright, Violet. Don't be afraid." Chris laughed. "I got you a nice surprise."
"Me, a surprise!" I cowered behind the bathroom door, checking out the hunk in the living room who was grinning ear-to-ear in amusement.
"Yes. Come out and meet Carl."
I grabbed a towel this time, wrapped myself, and pawed out to have a better look. Holy shit! I was speechless. Carl was gorgeous. About 6'3", built like a dream, and with a boyish charm that had me blushing like a schoolgirl.
"Hello." Carl waved. "I am Carl. Hello."
Oh! So cute! I loved the accent. I giggled and waved back. "Umm, hi Carl. Why are you here, exactly?"
"I thought you deserved a reward for your excellent performance today." Chris said. "Carl is here to give you a full body Swedish Massage."
Okay. This definitely wasn't on my Bingo card, but I had to admit, it was a lot more agreeable than giving head to a pudgy old businessman. Well, I was trying to think of a way to enjoy some of this predicament I found myself in. I'd call this pretty enjoyable.
I still had the cloud of guilt hovering over me for having fucked my boss and sucked off a client. Maybe a massage from a gorgeous hunk wasn't too bad by comparison.
"Come. We start now." Carl coaxed me, and he was just so fucking hot.
I crept out on tiptoes, making tiny steps to where he had set up the massage table. There was quiet, soothing spa music playing from a wireless speaker, and I noticed a sweet aroma in the air coming from a scented candle burning on the nightstand by the bed.
"Just a massage, right?" I asked.
"Massage. Yes." Carl nodded. "Swedish Massage. Very relaxing. You will enjoy it." He patted the padded table, making me giggle again.
God, what an effect he was having on me. I think even Willy would forgive me for wanting this guy to put those big, powerful hands on my body. I hopped my butt up on the table and Chris sat there on the bed watching in his silk boxers and t-shirt.
"Face up or face down?" I asked.
"Let us begin with your back." Carl said, and he gently guided me to lay on my belly. With my big boobs, this is generally not too comfortable, but Carl had this cool pillow with cutouts for them.
I was a little embarrassed that I needed specialized equipment, but Carl was very sweet and just silently positioned me, making sure I was comfortable. My breasts sort of pushed out to the sides a bit, and it wasn't super comfortable, but not uncomfortable.
Then he moved my towel down, baring my breasts and back.
I guess Carl felt me tense, and whispered. "It's okay. Relax."
I sighed and tried to do so, waiting for that first touch. Warm oil spilled on my shoulders like liquid calm, and two wonderful hands rubbed it in. What's it like to have a hot guy with powerful hands and hot scented oil massaging your muscles? It was peaceful and I saw a soothing light at the end of a tunnel of clouds.
Rubbing, stroking, pounding the tension out of me, I was a puddle of pleasure under those wonderful hands. He worked my back for a long time before making his way down to my ass. Then he went to my feet and worked his way up.
"You have lovely legs." Carl crooned at me.
"Thank you." I sighed. "You have lovely hands."
He snickered and dug into my thighs so hard it made me squeak.
He made it to my ass again and poured on more oil. I could feel it run down between my cheeks and over my pussy, and all sorts of naughty thoughts came to mind.
His hands followed, and I tried so hard to hold back my moans. It didn't work. I guess hearing me whimpering and moaning while wiggling my ass the way I was, made Carl think he could... get a little more friendly... which he did.
His fingers slid down between my thighs, and nudged me to spread my legs more... and I eagerly complied. More oil, and he caressed my firm backside, kneading me like two mounds of bread dough. Thumbs parted my rear and pussy, and I kept hoping he'd touch me, but his fingers frustratingly avoided my sex.
More oil spilled down my back, and he went to work harder on my shoulders. Those glorious hands slid down over the sides of my breasts, and I was whimpering again. God! I just wanted to feel his hands on me, or more to the point, in me.
As if an answer to a prayer, he moved down again, and his powerful hand slid between my butt cheeks, and right over my oiled up pussy. I gasped and lifted my hips. If that wasn't hint enough, I didn't know what would be!
"Do you want me to stop?" Carl whispered in my ear.
"You do, and I'll break your arm." I groaned.
He made a laugh in the back of his throat and gave my ass a playful pat. One nice, thick finger entered my pussy, and I lifted my hips to give his hand room. A second finger rubbed my clit, and I started humping back in time with his teasing.
One thing I could tell right off was, Carl knew his art. He had me squirming and moaning, but never pushed me over the edge. As much as I wanted to cum, I wanted it to continue even more.
Only after I was on the verge of screaming for him to make me cum did Carl silently answer my unspoken pleading. One finger in my pussy, another rubbing my clit, and then his thumb!
I was still very new to anal. My Willy loves fucking my ass, but I rarely get off on it. If he finger fucks me, or lets me use my dildo in my pussy at the same time, then I can cum. I had yet to reach orgasm from just anal alone.
A tiny bit of Carl's thumb pushed into my ass, and I cried out as if I'd been whipped. My hips had a mind of their own, and I was humping on his hand like a lunatic.
I was so lost in the pleasure, I had no idea what else was happening until I felt something bump against my face.
Chris stood by the side of the table, his cock poking at my lips.
My lust crazed mind was in no mood to argue. I just turned my head, opened wide, and started sucking him off. Carl kept up his fantastic hand fucking of my ass and pussy, and I was going insane.
Somehow they flipped me over, and I had my ankles up on Carl's shoulders. How he got out of his clothes is still a mystery to me, but there he was, this hunk of a man lining up to penetrate me.
Now, my hubby is fine. Easily seven inches, and a perfect fit. This fucking Viking who got between my legs entered me, and I started a low moan that grew into a full-throated scream. Long, thick, and hard. I'd experienced a big dick before, but not like this. That and the double finger fuck he put me through sent me over the moon.
Halfway through my orgasm, Chris stuffed his cock in my mouth again, and it was my first spit-roast! I was in heaven for a little while. I had big hands grabbing my ass and a big cock fucking my pussy, hands grabbing my tits and tugging my nipples, and a second cock fucking my throat. And it felt like my whole body was vibrating like a string on a guitar being played by a master.
Chris didn't last long and filled my mouth with his cum. I didn't even mind anymore. I swallowed the whole load like it was caviar.
And then... Wow! Carl fucked me for hours! On my back, bent over the table, on all fours on the floor, me on top, him on top, and I counted five orgasms before he was done with me. Eventually he picked me up, tucked me into bed, and at some point I realized Chris and Carl were sitting out in the living room having a drink while I slept it off.
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The morning came, and I woke up in one of those moments of total confusion when you don't know where you are or how you got there. All I knew was that a huge cock entered me from behind, and my pussy was loving it.
Chris and Carl took turns fucking me until they both came in my pussy. I lay there on top of Carl while Chris took a shower, then Carl took a shower with me and I got to kiss that nice big friendly cock goodbye. I gave Carl the best blowjob I could considering his size, and he gave me another load of his cum to swallow. Still slimy and bitter, but I felt so sexy and hot gulping it down. To my utter astonishment, I actually enjoyed it.
Sadly, Carl had to leave. I got dressed into another short skirt and blouse combo, and we checked out.
"You enjoyed yourself." Chris teased in the car ride to our next appointment.
"You made it hard not to." I admitted. "Where did you find him?"
"I called around and got a recommendation," he said. "He was expensive, but you deserved a treat."
Shit. If he kept giving me treats like that, I was gonna be in serious trouble. My pussy was still tingling from being stretched out by that gorgeous cock!
"Willy can never know about any of this," I reminded him.
"Keep up the good work, and he won't."
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That day was a surprise. We drove for a while to the next place, met with the president of the company, and I sold him without even having to take off any clothes! Chris was duly impressed and took me out to a really nice restaurant to celebrate.
The hotel for that night wasn't quite as nice as the last, but they had a hot-tub, and we went to have a soak.
The pool was empty, and an older couple left the hot-tub as soon as I dropped my towel and climbed in wearing my bikini. Chris and I laughed that they looked upset.
I sank into the hot water and felt a day's worth of tension drain out of me. Chris started the jets, and I found one to caress my back with a steady blast of heat. Perfect!
"You did well today," Chris said.
"Thank you." I sighed. "It was a much smaller order than I had hoped.
"Me too." Chris nodded. "But, some is better than none."
"I guess."
A few minutes of just floating and soaking in the heat, then Chris shifted about, and finally tossed his trunks up on the deck.
"What are you doing?" I gasped.
"What's it look like?" he chuckled. "Getting comfortable."
I looked around at all the lighted windows of rooms overlooking the pool and tilted my head at them. "Not exactly private."
"Take off your bikini."
I gaped at him. "No! We're like... right out in the open."
Chris had always been such a nice guy. This trip showed me a side of him I never imagined could coexist in the same man. He was about to show me yet another facet of his personality.
"I'm here to help you," he said in a low growl. "You need this job, and I'm trying to help you keep it. If not for me, Johan would've sent you packing the same day as your husband. I stopped that because you have a kid and need the money. So, that is the last time you will say 'No' to anything I tell you to do. Understood?"
Damn. I didn't like playing his whore. I liked the sound of that even less. But I had to admit, he wasn't wrong. I needed the job.
"Okay."
"I didn't hear you?"
"Okay," I said again, then huffed and lowered my eyes. "I mean, Yes. I understand."
"Yes, what?"
