WARNING : This story contains sex scenes between two men and also two women. If that's not your thing then close this story now and move on, if it is, then enjoy.
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"Welcome to the 52nd Annual Sales conference of Nautical & Imperial Products Ltd," boomed the voice of the minor 'C' listed celebrity who had been hired to whip some life into the sales convention. 'Actually everyone just wants to get drunk and have a good time,' laughed Mary to herself as she reflected on what a great year it had been for her and her team and how in a few minutes the silly man on the stage would grow tired of his own voice and start the awards presentation.
Mary knew that she would be walking on stage as the national top sales manager, her brain screamed at her 'numero fucking uno,' and she beamed with pride, knowing all her hard work had paid off to get her to this pinnacle of her career. Then she heard the words she had been waiting for since last year's conference, as the presenter screamed into the microphone, "And this year's top sales manager is... Mary McGuire, let's have a big round of applause please."
Mary stood and carefully smoothed the very expensive, but hired, evening gown to ensure it clung to her form in all the right places, before making her way to the stage. She knew that with her professionally coiffed blonde hair that was piled casually onto her head, she cut a stunning figure, at just under 40 and without an ounce of fat on her toned body. She was careful on the way to make sure she gave a little shake of her head and a sympathetic smile to those who had said she would never make it. Taking the trophy, Mary turned to crowd and began the speech she had been practising with her husband for the last few days.
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Sue was looking round the conference knowing it was going to be another boring year for her, as most of the attendees were male, which meant as a life-long lesbian there would very little opportunity for her to hook up with anyone. Sue just turned 30 and she was doing OK in the business, performing well enough to qualify for incentives, but she was never going to set the world alight. 'A bit like my sex life,' Sue laughed to herself, while pushing the thought of how long it's been since she's had a committed, passionate partner out of her brain. Over the years Sue had adopted some of the stereotypical looks, like the comfortable shoes and short spiky blonde hair, if for no other reason than it kept some of the male sharks at bay, although even they would try their luck every so often.
Sue ran her fingers through her hair as she fantasised about a few of the women that were at the conference. Her eyes drank in the sway of Mary McGuire's ass as she made her way to the stage to collect her award, and Sue found herself wondering what she would taste like. From the safety of her table, Sue undressed Mary with her eyes, picturing her naked and spread eagled beneath her as she plunged her biggest strap on into Mary's willing body, making her moan and writhe with pleasure. The applause jerked Sue out of her day dream and she reminded herself, 'fat chance girl, everyone know Flash Fred is fucking her, then sighing softly at the thought of what might have been, Sue joined in the applause as Mary started to speak.
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Fred Dibbs sat in his seat and watched Mary with a leering smile, patiently waiting for her acceptance speech to end, as the next item on the agenda was the announcement of the top salesman. Fred flicked an imaginary fleck of dust from his Hugo Boss suit and wondered casually whether Mary McGuire still took it up the ass. Fred drifted off for a moment, to last year's convention, when Mary hadn't won, and they managed to discretely slip away from the proceedings to his room, where Mary turned into a wild cat. She was raging about not winning, and to his delight and pleasure, her response to her disappointment was to throw herself into sex. "Shove that cock up my fucking ass and hurt me," Mary demanded, as she buried her head in the pillow and wiggled her pear-shaped ass in the air. Never being one to turn down a lady, Fred duly obliged.
'Yet another good reason to leave the dear lady wife at home', Fred thought to himself while adjusting his trousers to hide his growing erection, as he studied Mary walking from the stage. As his name was called as the year's Top Salesperson, there was no demure walk from Fred, this was a man who was used to being 'top dog' and he revelled in it. His suit looked like a 'million dollars' and his dark curly hair and boyish charm were enough to get him most of the things he wanted. Fred worked out daily and kept himself trim, as he knew once he reached 40 in a couple of years, he would need to work even harder to keep up with the young bucks. From the way he walked and every so often clasped his hands together above his head, you would have thought he had just won a prize boxing match.
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After the award presentations, everyone was busy drinking champagne getting ready for the evening entertainment when Fred decided he needed to take a leak and headed for the gent's toilets. As he stood there relieving himself he couldn't help but glance sideways and was amazed by the size of the cock that the guy next to him was holding. Fred wasn't small, but couldn't help comparing himself to other men, and what amazed him about the thing the guy next to him was holding wasn't the length, but how thick it was.
Over the years, Fred had seduced more women than he could remember, but in private moments, he sometimes wondered about men. He had never acted on these feeling, of course, but every so often he read erotic stories and found odd thoughts popping through his head. He normally drove those thoughts away by picking up some young thing in the office and banging her senseless, before going home to the wife and giving her a hard fucking as well.
"Eight inches long and eight inches around... you can touch if you want," said a smooth voice of the man next to him. Fred's gaze travelled up following the sound of the voice, and he found himself looking into the blues eyes of a man who was a little shorter than Fred's six foot, who had mousy blonde hair and what is known as designer stubble.
Fred stood frozen in stunned silence, torn between reaching out and accepting his invitation, or just running away. Fred settled on his failsafe weapon of humour, and laughed. "You must be mistaken mate," Fred said, putting on the London matey accent a bit thick, "I am definitely a ladies' man," and with that hastily left the gents.
"Really?" said the man to Fred's departing back, with a slight level of amusement, before tucking himself back into his trousers and following Fred outside into the conference hall.
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"Ladies & gentlemen," enthusiastically said the emcee, "please put your hands together for this evening's entertainment, Harry the Hoodwinker." As the crowd applauded, Harry came on stage and Fred recognized him as the guy who he had met in the toilets a few minutes before.
Harry told a few borderline risqué jokes that were greeted with much enthusiasm from the semi drunk audience, and performed a couple of illusions before he turned to the audience for the main part of his act. "Now Ladies & Gentlemen I think I have done enough work entertaining you this evening so now it's time for some of your good selves to provide the entertainment. Not only am I an incredibly funny comedian," the audience groaned theatrically before he went on, "and of course a talented magician," the audience laughed, "I am also a hypnotist," and at those words there was a collective gasp from the crowd. "So what I need is two volunteers, and to avoid me being trampled in the rush, they have been pre-selected, at random, of course. Earlier you were all given a gift box and asked to wait until told before opening. Most of you will find a parker pen engraved to commemorate the conference, but for two of you, I have your pens up here, "Harry said as he held up a Ladies & Gents Cross pen set, "so open your boxes now, and if yours is empty, please come and join me on stage to collect your gift."
