Dr Jolene Ch 17

CHAPTER 17: EPILOGUE

My mind was foggy. I was being barraged by strange sounds. I must be dreaming, but the sounds ... The sounds stopped. Thankfully, my dreams were quiet. Then, touching ... softly ... gently ... teasingly ... my tits ... my nipples ... ugh, oh, yes ... my cunt lips ... my cunt lips parted by ... something soft and wet ... a tongue? Oh, yessssss ... much better ... a much better dream ...

A mouth on my mouth, my nipples being pinched while my cunt was still being licked and sucked ... I opened my eyes to a black face inches from mine. Within the kiss, I smile and giggle. James pulls back a half foot.

"What, my kissing is funny?"

I pulled his face back and kissed him, "No, God, no ... it was just that I was dreaming of being loved ... my nipples and kissing and ..." I looked down my body to find Robert's eyes peering back at me as he continued eating my cunt, "... and my cunt being eaten. I opened my eyes to find you ... you two ... and ... WOW ... what a way to wake up!"

Robert knelt up between my legs. "Well, we tried calling your cell, no answer. We tried calling the room number, no answer. We tried both at the same time, no answer. We even knocked on your door until we decided the hell with it and came in through the adjoining door."

James added, "We wanted to let you sleep after last night, but the boss wants us in the lobby in an hour and a half for a brief meeting with the others from the company before they leave for the airport."

I looked at them, "I really need a shower."

Robert chuckled, "Yea, I know ..."

I laughed, knelt up and kissed him hard, then looked at him, "I am surprised you went down there."

"Yea ... me, too. Shows how much I love you, I guess." I kissed him, again. Then, the same to James.

I stood up to move to the shower. I stopped at the sight of the guys fixated on me. "What?"

Robert ventured, "You know ... those are really big showers ..."

James added, "Really big."

I giggled, "You two think I might need some help, huh? You know it will take a lot ... I mean A LOT ... longer, if I have that kind of help."

In unison, "We've got time ..." and their clothes went flying off.

James added, as if more justification was even necessary, "You were a busy girl last night, so you're probably still tired."

I shook my head and took their hands in mine to lead them into the bathroom ... and the 'really big shower'.

I leaned against the long wall with the overhead nuzzles raining water over us, my legs open, and the guys soaping and fondling my body. Their slippery hands and fingers quickly had me very aroused all over again. Last night ... yes.

* * * *

Last night. Yes ... that was a busy night. Mr. W picked me up at my room, very gentlemanly, and approved of my choice of dresses. It was a tight, mini-dress that hugged my hips and thighs (at least the portion of thighs covered). The bodice hung loose with folded material that dropped nearly to my navel. A bra was not intended, which meant my tits would be in full motion and frequently on display with the wrong moves. The back of the dress was non-existent. I felt as sensual, and slutty, as it was intended to look.

Mr. W made a point of moving me around the room to meet and thank the guests on that final night. All of them had seen me naked and masturbating on stage. I forced myself to make eye contact with each one of them, though, I was sure most of them were reliving that scene and openly gawking as I bent over to shake hands and offer pecks on the cheek.

After dinner, during the mixer with cocktails and a small band playing a mix of classics from the '50's and '60's, I found Robert and James standing apart from others looking very ready to run. I moved over to them and leaned into their strong bodies and confessed, "I'm beat. I think that exhibitionistic display Mr. W had me do took it out of me."

"It was one of the hottest things we've seen, though, and you've given us plenty to compare it to." I giggled. I sure got carried away by it.

Mr. W surprised me with a hand on my bare back snaking around my body and squeezing an available tit. "Mr. Adamley seems very happy." I smiled. "In fact, his assistant Martha seems to be just glowing." The guys blushed. They aren't used to 'putting out' for anyone but themselves. "I owe all three of you a huge thanks. That was unexpected." The guys just nodded. I doubt they really needed much more than that recognition from him.

Then, he shifted gears. He handed a note sheet to Robert and his hand joined the other one in fondling my other tit. "I am sorry, dear, but ... I need my slut to play tonight."

I looked up at the guys and turned around, his hands nearly taking my dress top off my shoulders. "Of course, sir. I assume you are not talking about yourself."

He laughed and pointed to Robert. He smiled and turned at hearing his name being called. He looked over his shoulder at us, "I think this Product Launch is going to very successful."

Robert and James reviewed the sheet and handed it to me. The list contained the names of five people with room numbers. There were no times listed but there was a note from Mr. W to make it comfortable. He suggested taking the time to clean up between. I looked up at the guys. There in the middle, the third name was a woman's. Some movement caught my eye and I saw the first man on the list leaving the ballroom and, as he did, he glanced at me. We quickly made our strategy for the next hours. The guys assured me they would be nearby.

I went to the first room and knocked. He opened the door and I found him already out of his shoes, jacket and tie. He wasn't much interested in formal introductions. He knew who I was and he figured I must know who he was. In fact, I did. He headed a large clinic specializing in patients with ED issues. He was pretty much all over me, so I pushed him back to the edge of the bed until he fell back. I undid his belt, pulled his pants and underwear down and gave him some undeserved compliments on his 'equipment'. I began licking his cock and taking it in my mouth. I was surprised at how slow he was to reach an erection. I redoubled my effects in an attempt to avoid an uncomfortable performance issue and was pleased when his cock grew rigid in my mouth. It was too short to go down my throat, but I sucked him in as deep as he could go.

I stood before him and unfastened the dress. As I did, he scrambled out of his shirt and undershirt. When my dress was pulled over my head, I was naked. He stopped and gasped, "Wow ... no panties. You were with everyone at dinner without panties ..." It must have been a pretty radical concept for him.

I left the guy gasping on the bed as I wiggled back into my dress as I opened the door. James was waiting just outside. "Your room to clean up?"

I shook my head, "No, I'll convince this guy to take my ass. You have the lube?" He shook his head, pulled out his cell and told Robert to meet us at the next room. He bumped me in the side as we walked to the next room and asked under his breath if I was okay. I chuckled, said I was fine, then confessed I just didn't reach an orgasm. He actually laughed and said something about 'poor slut'. I slapped his shoulder.

Robert met us, flipped me the tube and patted my ass as I knocked on the door. It was an easy sell for this one to take my ass. I suspected at first seeing him this was likely his first offer. Upon leaving this room, barely getting my dress down over my hips as I walked out the door, I felt cum at the entrance of both holes. Not that either was a massive load, but felt a quick shower to clean up would be good. The next appointment was the woman and, if she requested me, she must be a lesbian. There was always the chance she had a strap-on she wanted to use on me, but there was also a good chance she wanted some quality cunt eating time with a woman she had watched masturbate on stage.

Walking out the bathroom after drying and brushing out my hair and applying makeup, Robert had fresh clothes for me. The smart man selected a sun-dress with spaghetti straps and no back. It was simple and easy but still enticing.

The woman who met me at her door was in her early 50's, plump, short, but had a definite air of authority. She was different than the men. She had a bottle of wine and two glasses. We sipped a glass of wine while talking. She owned, through her late husband, a clinic that specialized in post plastic surgery recovery. She has watched women go through breast augmentation surgeries, dealing with issues of post-surgery scarring and complications and became convinced we had a marketable option for those women. She was also curious about my story and how I, a scientist, found myself so comfortably giving away services to clients. It was a talk I had not been able to have with someone who really seemed interested.

She took my hand and stood me up. She was wearing a resort robe that had flashed her fleshy thighs and bosom. Now, she moved to me, kissing me lightly on the lips to judge my reaction. She knew I would have considered myself heterosexual but was with her, anyway. I kissed her back and that drew a smile from her. She turned me and lowered the zipper, pleased to find me naked underneath. I kicked off my heels and opened her robe, slipping it over her shoulders and down to the floor.

We made exquisite love. That was the only way I could describe it ... exquisite. It was joyful from the moment we lay onto the bed already in each other's embrace, through passionate kissing and fondling, into the transition to an intense 69 session, and through our mutual orgasms.

We each left the other's crotch, wiping our mouth and lower faces of orgasmic juice and smiled to each other. She talked me into a little more wine as I cuddled her in my arms leaning against the headboard of the bed. I was actually disappointed to have to leave. But I had to and she understood.

I got dressed quick and was surprised that she followed me to the door. James was waiting in the hall for me and looked surprised to find the woman naked in the open door, stepped a foot into the hall to embrace me with a last kiss.

As we walked to the next room, James bumped me, "You look happy."

I glanced up at him, "That was amazing!" And, I blushed. I was definitely heterosexual but that sure made me bi-curious.

The next two were more like the first two. I did manage to orgasm with the second (or fifth), though it was more a buildup combined of the two than him specifically. How terrible is that?! I'm judging the men by the orgasms or not? I'm just spoiled, I guess.

When James and I returned to my room, I was surprised, but delighted, to find Mr. W and Robert sitting with drinks. James poured two glasses of Mr. W's favorite bourbon and handed one to me. I offered the only remaining chair to James, slipped out of my dress and heels and walked to Mr. W who gladly offered his lap to me. My thought exactly. That was another thing I loved about this man. He understood I might still be leaking from the fucking I just had, but he was the one who sent me to fuck them. He wasn't going to make a fuss about his trousers that would have to be dry-cleaned.

With one hand to hold his drink, he held me securely with the other. His hand roamed over my thigh, hip, and up my side, occasionally moving to the front to cup my tit. All this comfortably in front of the other two guys and with my total comfort as well. I was waiting for some comment or question from him about the people who had requested me that evening, but nothing came. I settled further into his arms with the realization that the evening was in the past and we had all done what we needed to do for the moment for the company's success ... but, now was about us ... now was family. We laughed about a story James was telling about the woman following me out the door. That was when I felt it to be the truth ... this was my family.

* * * *

So, as I leaned against the shower wall while the guys loved my body more than they intentionally washed it, life felt very good. I had been disappointed last night when they left me well after midnight without each taking me to bed, but it was like the guys could see, sense, that Mr. W wanted some time with me alone. And, we did. He loved me. He did fuck me, though he did it through loving and caring. I had the sense he was reassuring me or himself that what he had asked me to do for him and the company was okay. Without him actually uttering the words, I reaffirmed to him what I have been committing to him: I would do ANYTHING for him.

The guys brought me to two orgasms with their hands, lips, and fingers before I pushed them away and sank to my knees to devour their massive cocks. All the while the water from the shower was falling over us like a warm rain, which gave an erotic feel to the entire activity.

The guys got dressed and decided on another sundress for me. No underwear ... of course.

We had time for a quick cup of coffee in the resort café before needing to be in the lobby. There we found Mr. W amid the rest of the company guys. As we approached, the circled group opened and the head of Marketing stepped forward. The three of us were taken aback but I could see Mr. W smiling with pleasure.

Tim Martin, head of Marketing, put out his hand to each of us. "I am very pleased to be able to thank you before we left. I don't know how you managed it or how you could have sold the product so convincingly to so many in such a short time, but ... you obviously did. Thank you!"

I looked at him puzzled, "I'm sorry ... I ... at least me ... I don't know what you are referring to."

He laughed and glanced back at the sales guys. Al Sharpton, head of Sales, explained, "This morning, we were greeted by six short messages from the biggest targets we had for this event. All of them informed us that we could expect formal negotiations for handling some or all of these products. AND ... if that wasn't enough of a mystery ... all also wanted to extended their appreciation to you for clearing up details that convinced them. Whatever they might have been. The biggest one, though, was from Gerald Adamley. He specifically wanted to recognize all three of you."

Tim Martin started the applause and the others, including Mr. W, added in. They left moments later while we were still stunned. Mr. W came up to us, shook the hands of Robert and James and gave me a hug. Then, he lowered his voice, "Tim just informed me he is going to make stock option awards to all three of you when he returns." We looked at him surprised. "Very unusual in the middle of the year. When we get back, I want all of you to exercise them immediately."

Robert asked, "I thought there was usually some time to do that."

Mr. W chuckled, "There will be, but do it immediately." He looked around to make sure the other company people really were gone. "Get those stocks into your accounts quick ... before we make our next announcement on our partners ... the stock is going to jump big-time."

The guys bumped fists, then looked down at me and offered their fists. I bumped them at the same time. Then, I leapt into Mr. W's arms.

When he put me down, I looked up at him and asked, "So ... sir ... everyone is gone?" He nodded. "The rest of the day and night is ours?" My voice took higher notes in excited anticipation of the affirmative answer.

"Yes, but ... I have a request of your time, first. Could you show me this secluded spot down the beach you three enjoyed the first day?" I gave him a kiss and told him to get his swimsuit and a casual shirt to cover his white, untanned shoulders. I went to my room to strip and lather my body with sunscreen, then called the guys into my room to do my back. They made sure my front was well covered, too. Such considerate men.

I was the only one naked as we assembled by the beach bar. James was carrying a bag that had some weight to it. I imagined some beverages ... maybe some lube knowing them.

We walked down the beach just inside the water, again. Once we recognized the location, the men lost no time in stripping down, despite the fact that we had all afternoon. I lined them up in the shade and brought all three of them hard with my mouth and hands. Then, James indicated the action. He lay on his back for me to come to him with the classic finger curling motion. I straddled him and lowered to my knees, then one leg higher to raise my ass to be over his up-turned cock. I moved it over my cunt, found my hole and sank down enough to seat him inside. I then lowered and raised and lowered until I was sitting on his hips. Mr. W pressed against my upper back, allowing me to kiss James deeply as Mr. W spread lube (I knew it) onto and into my asshole. I groaned as his cock, smaller than the two but still big, pressed deeply into me joining James in the next passage. When I felt a third cock at my cheek, I turned with an open mouth and became air-tight.

It was intense and fulfilling ... in a couple ways. I was completely full except as they switched around my body. They fucked me, then switched holes, and fucked me more. This went on for what seemed like an hour but was probably less. Each switch seemed to ease their own arousal but did little to ease my own. I orgasmed twice well before they filled all three of my holes with cum and bringing me to another orgasm with them.

We spent the entire afternoon there. They each fucked me two more times. We played in the water to cool off and fucked more leisurely after the first time. James took me into the water, letting the water aid in buoyancy as I sat on his cock and he fucked me up and down onto it. My head was buried in his shoulder as he used me like a fuck toy on his massive cock. I didn't even hear or see the young couple approaching on the beach, but James did. He walked me to the shallows, fucking me up and down on him. When he reached the edge of the water, he put me on my back and continued to aggressively fuck me. I looked into his eyes and only saw lust and desire. He was a mad man, fucking me wildly. I cried out as another orgasm rushed up. Just then a shadow passed over my face. I strained to look behind me to find an equally naked young couple standing only feet away from us. The young man moved behind her, one hand fondling her tit while the other moved between her thighs, which she eagerly parted for him. Her hand moved behind her and began moving.

I looked up at James who had been looking at them, too. He smiled down at me and thrust harder, sinking his cock deep inside me as he came. My orgasm erupted with the feeling of his seed coating my cunt walls. I clutched my body to his and cried out in orgasmic bliss.

When I again looked for the couple, they were walking backwards in the direction of the resort, still watching but moving away from us. His cock was hard and her hand was still holding it.

* * * *

Very shortly after arriving home I found myself once again the center of attention of the guys. It was as if a minute longer couldn't be allowed to pass before we christened our homecoming with renewed open-air fucking on the back lawn and patio. After a short rest ... very short ... the guys took their turns with me again. It went like this for hours. The guys. Mr. W. I was in heaven. I was home. They fuck me, spewed cum in me, spewed cum on me, used me, and then they did it all over again. But they just seemed to cum and cum. I milked them until they couldn't help themselves and had no more cum for me. And they think that they're the macho males fucking me, and they are, but I'm also fucking them for all they are worth. They are instruments on which I cum while they cum. At least, that was the way I was feeling.

At the end, Mr. W sat out the last round of fucking, instead watching the action with a contented, satisfied, and joyful expression on his face. It was dusk when the guys finished with me at the end. I stumbled to the lounge Mr. W was relaxing in. He put his drink down on the patio floor and held out his arm for me. Though I was dripping cum from my cunt and ass, not to mention the cum covering my tits, he never hesitated to take me into his lap and arms.