Shout out to my co-conspirator, Mandibularfossa. She is every bit as smart as she is wicked.
*****
"So who else is on the list?"
"Who do you want? I've got wealthy bitches of all types." Tina had put together a list of her "clients" for me. Most were women, and all were reasonably wealthy. There were a couple of local celebrities, and even a few politicians. "And that's before we add the students."
I took a second to think. "I'm not sure I want to fuck the students."
Tina looked over her shoulder at me, since she was riding my cock at the time. Her bountiful ass bounced up and down on my lap, and I have to admit, the view was good. "Seriously? They're all over 18, and they're the worst of the worst of America. Rich, lazy, dumb. They have every privilege, and they use it to get high and fuck around. Think about it."
"I'll think about it," I said, my eyes transfixed on Tina's ass as it ground onto my dick. She'd become my daily pump and dump, and I was getting used to having regular pussy on-demand. I think she was enjoying it, too, though I didn't really care.
"Like, make'em do porn or something. Divya Devi is your type. Her caramel skin would look perfect against mine, you know." Her pussy clenched at the thought.
"I'll think about it," I said, and I did. An image of a young Indian woman sucking my cock flashed through my mind, and I lurched as I came into Tina. I pumped her a few times just to make sure I was drained and then pushed her off of me. I liked fucking her in the office, but I didn't want to spend any more time with my pants down than I had to.
"You really know how to show a girl a good time," Tina said, furiously rubbing her clit. "I'd like to cum too, you know!" I watched her for a moment.
"I come here to get off," I said. "It isn't about you." I laughed a little. "Jesus, Tina, don't be so selfish." I pulled out my phone and took a few pictures of my chubby slut/co-worker masturbatng in her office.
"Fuck you," she spat, her back arching and her eyes closing as she orgasmed on the couch. I had to admit it was hot, and I vowed that next time I would let her cum on my cock. Maybe I'd make a video.
I went back to my office, but as my contract with the university was winding down, I didn't have much to do so I scrolled through my phone. I looked through the pictures from Sunday night's debauchery and smiled to myself. In the first pictures, Susanna looked so terrified and sexy with her tongue lapping at Tina's cunt. By the last one, she looked like a seasoned porn star. I punched her number into my phone and sent her a text.
[How you doin'?]
[Who is this?] came the reply.
[You don't remember? I bet your pussy is still wet.]
[Jesus. Don't text me. I'm at home with my family.]
My cock jumped at the thought of her discomfort and fear. [Well don't show them this,] I replied, and attached a rather artful photo of her tongue buried in Tina's crinkled brown starfish. Her eyes were half closed and she looked like she was enjoying herself. [Looks delicious, right?]
It took a few minutes for her to respond. [Fuck you. That's not who I am.]
[Show me your tits.]
[No.]
[Show me your tits or my next text is to your husband.] I wasn't serious, but I'm pretty certain that she wouldn't take the risk. A few minutes passed and I got a hasty bathroom mirror shot, with Susanna's chest prominently displayed. She'd lifted her sweater and bra up and let her generous tits hang free. Her makeup was done and she looked like she was going somewhere. [Nice tits. Going out?]
[Family dinner with my husband and the in-laws. Just about to leave.]
For just a second I felt bad for her. My mother-in-law is a complete bitch, and I certainly wouldn't enjoy weeknight dinner with her. [Well I'm sorry. Where r u going?]
[Brasserie Michelle.]
[Fancy! Have fun. :-)]
[Thanks.]
I sat my phone down and checked my email. Nothing exciting there, just a few dumb messages from the university provost and seven-SEVEN-meeting requests for next week. I decided I needed a break. A nice dinner should do it!
I phoned Brasserie Michelle and, with a little luck, nabbed one of the hottest dinner reservations in the city. I made a quick call to my wife to meet me there, changed into the emergency suit I kept behind my office door, and headed out.
Brasserie Michelle was pretty new. Helmed by a former White House chef, it was casual, but classy. White tablecloths, but waiters in jeans. The food was modern French, though I have to admit that I don't really know what that means. My wife must have been dressed and waiting for a call, because she was already there and seated when I walked in.
The hostess walked me to our table, right past Susanna and her family. I walked right behind the man I assumed was her husband and gave her a more-than-friendly wave. She blanched when she saw me and instantly buried her head in her menu.
"Who was that?" my wife asked as I sat down.
"Just someone I know from work," I said. That I fucked this weekend, I didn't say. My wife was checking her phone, evidently disinterested in the restaurant. So I did the same.
[Show me your tits.]
[Right now?]
[LOL.] I watched her fumble with her phone and menu, and converse for a moment with her husband.
[SRSLY?]
I let her stew for a minute, then replied. [No. But go to the restroom once you order.]
[FINE]
I saw her close her phone and toss it into her purse in a huff. After ordering, my wife hadn't looked up from her phone, so I didn't feel the need to close mine. I watched as Susanna ordered and then, very politely, stood up and walked to the restroom.
I did the same, and my wife just kept looking at her phone. So. Much. Pinterest. Seriously, I'm not sure how one woman could pin so many things without popping at least a few of them. She barely even looked up when I stood up. "Feeling OK?" She asked.
"Yeah," I said, "just running to the restroom." I rubbed her arm as I walked past, and made straight for the restroom. Luckily for me, there was a family restroom, and as I walked to it, I swiftly pulled Susanna inside and locked the door.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" She exclaimed. "My family is outside."
"I got you a present," I said, pushing her roughly over the sink. "I wanted to give it to you."
She let out an "oof" as she bent at the waist and I lifted her skirt over her head. "Fuck you."
"Not right now," I said, pulling her gift out of a pink cloth bag. I slid her panties down to her ankles and pulled them off. "I might let you blow me, though."
"What are you doing?" She couldn't see, her long skirt covering her head. "I need those panties."
I didn't respond, but instead used my fingers to spread her pussy lips and smear a little of her moistness around her labia. She gasped a little when my fingertips found her clit, and I rubbed it for a few seconds, making her knees buckle slightly. "You might feel a little full," I said, pressing the egg-shaped Lush vibrator into her, sliding it inside and watching her pussy close around it. The little tail stuck out teasingly, and I gave it a gentle tug to make sure it was firmly in place.
"The fuck? What the fuck is that?"
"That's your present," I said. "You can take it out once you get home."
"What is it?"
"You'll see." I pulled her skirt back down.
"Can I have my panties back?"
"You can earn them. Wanna swallow some cum for them?"
She looked at me with disgust. "Keep them," she said. "I'll go without."
"Suit yourself, slut," I said, and reached for the door. "But I think you'll want them."
"Fuck off."
I turned the handle, and as she walked past me I groped her chubby ass. "Hey," I said, whispering into her ear, "Have I mentioned how sexy you looked licking Tina's butthole?" She turned red, but said nothing as she walked past me and down the hall to the dining room.
I sat down just as our appetizer, some chilled shrimp and gazpacho, was arriving. "That looks delicious," I said, laying my phone on the table next to my plate. I watched Susanna sit gingerly, not sure what to make of the lump of plastic and powerful motors lodged in her snatch. I let her get settled before I reached for my phone and turned on the little buzzing machine. She jumped as it whirred to life, vibrating her g-spot and causing her more than a little discomfort. It was on low, so it wouldn't make her cum, but it would definitely cause her to focus on her vagina instead of her dinner.
I smiled at her and took a bite of my shrimp. She shifted in her seat, and gave me a pleading look. I let it run. I wasn't particularly interested in her discomfort. In fact, I kinda liked it. So I turned it on high for a second, and she jumped again. I turned it right back down. I couldn't have her making a mess too soon. I saw her reach for her phone.
[R U insane? TURN IT OFF]
