The elevator dinged indicating our arrival on the floor. I turned around as the doors slid open, ready to hide my embarrassment if someone was waiting. The foyer, however, was empty. Hands on my body encouraged me out. I stood naked among the men, not knowing where the room was the one. I knew there were security cameras likely in the elevators and in the hallways. If I didn't seem distressed, I hope we wouldn't be interrupted.
The president indicated the room and all followed behind me. I made sure to enhance my steps in the high heels to make my hips sway and rotate just right. I was going to be fucked by four guys and I wondered if Mr. Baldwin might have a new idea to incorporate to make it even more memorable for these men.
At home last night, he had seemed tentative to Mrs. Baldwin's idea of using me to appease the customer. A little bit of sex to soothe the ego... could things really work that way, I wondered as Mr. Baldwin considered the idea. Me sitting naked in front of him as he did consider it. I remembered my mind working at the same moment. Serve and please. He had taken the step to use me to reward his most senior company officers. It was one step into including me in corporate affairs. He knew this would be a bigger step. Serve and please. I was his. Her idea already had my body on fire. To be given to customers... complete strangers... an offering... a tool for his business. It excited me. Another way I could serve him.
He wanted me to be a slut for a reason. Just for evenings and weekends at home? Not hardly. That was good, but his imagination would always come up with new things to explore. So, to encourage him, to assist him in his decision, I had opened my legs, slumped into the chair, and raise my knees over the arms of the chair. I exposed my leaking pussy, flexed the muscles, my hole winking at him. I moved a finger to my pussy, slid it over my clit, dipped it into my hole, and raised it to my lips where I sucked the moisture off.
His eyes had followed the show, the display. Mrs. Baldwin smiled widely, lustily at me. She turned to her husband and whispered into his ear, again. I had offered myself. I accepted being the tool of appeasement to the customer. Sex for a very profitable contract for Trinity Enterprises. We were going past sex for fun. Now, sex is for business, for profit. Whoring me? I didn't care. Just another name. Karen... slut... cunt... bitch... whore... whatever... so I can serve and please them.
I was flaunting the reality to the men as I walked down the hall. Whatever anticipated embarrassment when the elevator door opened, it was gone. If another room door opened, I didn't care. My body was on fire. I turned and walked backward a few steps as we approached the room number. My breasts jiggled and bounced, enticed them. As we waited for the door to be opened, hands were suddenly covering my naked body. A finger slipped between my legs from behind. I opened my legs and the finger found my hole just as I was encouraged to step inside. I sighed at the public penetration and quick loss of it.
The room was a suite. We entered into the living room type setting and an open door to the side indicated the bedroom beyond. It became a frenzy of activity in the room. Mr. Baldwin stepped further into the room to carefully lay my dress out of the way. The other three men threw off their jackets and were in the process of opening their pants. I knelt in front of them hungrily eyeing their fingers fumbling with belts, clasps, and zippers. As pants and underwear dropped, they stepped up around me, three hard cocks pointed in my direction. Two average-sized cocks (smaller than Mr. Baldwin) and one smaller. It was a mental exercise, only. An awareness after the size I had been exposed to. The only impact that awareness had was a consideration if I might experience any difficulty, penetration stretching, etc. I attacked these cocks with the same energy and enthusiasm regardless. The pleasure these men realized was critical.
I sucked in the first cock and quickly took the other two into my hands as they appeared to me. I spied between the men and found Mr. Baldwin still fully clothed and raiding the mini-bar to prepare four drinks. He took one and settled into a chair.
As I rotated from one cock to the next, my hands moving to other cocks, I wondered how this was going to go. Was this going to be it? Would I blow them and that would be it? Did they have the stamina to make it interesting? Certainly, I had some influence over that and Mr. Baldwin's actions seemed to indicate his own preparation to assist in buying them time with a drink for recovery. To be perfect, this had to be extraordinary.
I heard murmurs above me. I was intent on pleasing them so I missed the words but I found myself pulled up to my feet, the cock in my mouth falling out as I rose. Hands quickly covered my body, again. At the same time, their president led me by the hand to the bedroom where I was gently pushed onto the bed. I lay on my back, my legs opened and arms reaching out to them.
They threw off their remaining clothes and climbed onto the bed, the president moved between my legs and the other two on either side of my head. I grasped one cock while engulfing the other in my mouth as the president pressed his cock against my wet pussy. I felt it slide along my slit until it sank into my hole. He adjusted his position and inched his cock inside as if there was a need for gentleness. I was used to a larger cock or dildo being slammed into me, accepting whatever action given as I was used. I enjoyed it all: rough, used, abused, gentle.
I squeezed my muscles around his cock and he gasped. He pushed hard and leaned over me, his hands bracing himself on either side of my body. His almost immediate reaction to my clenching around him was to begin fucking frantically. I wanted to tell him to slow down, enjoy it, but it would have been presumptuous... besides, my mouth was full.
He came quickly, well before I was going to be ready. My body was on fire with need but not stimulation, yet. His cock spurted inside me. I continued to clasp around him. He gasped his release and as he pulled out of me, one of the other men took his place. I heard Mr. Baldwin's voice, then felt the bed next to me sag. I turned in that direction as the next man pressed his cock at my pussy. The president knelt alongside me, his cum coated cock inches from my face. I smiled up at him and opened my mouth wide for him. He pressed his cock into my mouth as the other cock was pushed into my cum-soaked pussy.
The president sighed as my mouth sucked his cock clean. "You're right, James. She is a slut. I've never had a woman do this before." When he pulled out of my mouth a few moments later, "Tell me, James, how do you know her?"
The other two guys fucked me missionary in turn. Plain-Jane fucking. I came once. But that wasn't the point and I understood that. I hoped there would be a next time for them, though.
Mr. Baldwin handed each man a drink and a bottle of water to me. He understood me, he was used to me and my desire to remain clear-headed. I didn't need or desire alcohol to relax or release my inhibitions. A clear head allowed me to focus on what I truly enjoyed doing... giving pleasure and satisfying desires.
I excused myself after consuming much of the water as the men raided the mini-bar, again. I went into the bathroom to clean myself for them, hoping for another opportunity. When I returned, I found them huddled in the living room, sly, leering glances sent my way as I entered the room. Mr. Baldwin was up to something and, by the look in his expression, I had a feeling that something was new for me.
Once again playing the scene director, Mr. Baldwin had us back in the bedroom. One of the men laid on his back in the center of the bed. He put his hand on my bare back, "Next, Karen... you sit on his cock with your back to him." I smiled but was confused. But, as I aligned myself over the man and sat down on his cock bringing a sigh from the man underneath me, "No, dear... in your ass." I blushed. Obviously not from shyness or what he was asking me to do, but because it should have been obvious before. With everyone standing around and him directing, it had to involve more than just one man. So, it was going to be a double penetration. Good. After everyone had cum, the action would last longer.
I settled over the man slowly, his cock now aligned at my ass. Once it popped past my sphincter, I pushed and pulled my way down his length. I sighed at the feeling and the man gasped and mumbled a line of nonsense telling me it was his first time with anal. I spread my legs further as I leaned back. The next man moved onto the bed and crawled between our legs. He looked at me for a moment but his real focus was guiding his cock to my empty and exposed pussy. He leaned forward as his cock pressed into my pussy.
I saw Mr. Baldwin stripping, finally. He had not been a part of this. I smiled at him but my assumption was he would be participating in the next DP. I was bewildered at first by what followed. With the man now firmly stroking in my pussy.
