I am a widowed, middle aged business executive. I lost my spouse to a plane crash. As a result, I inherited the family business to run, either that or let existing management run it for me. Rocky of myself and unsure, I stepped in, and with the assistance of my staff, had weathered the storm, and now was ready to make the business fly again. Unbelievable in this day and age, I learned flirting with reps makes for good business. Give just enough to leave them wanting to return to my company, but not provide more than a tease. Until Jacob Simpson, he pushed the envelope, hands wandering, comments made, suggestions offered on how to receive a major new order. He knew I would die if my company failed. And he took advantage of that fact.
Before we go there, let's review my history.
Being 5'11" tall was not a good thing growing up. Athletic, lithe, and raw boned, I was taunted often about my sexual preferences. I never experimented with my girlfriends. I could not even imagine the feel of a woman, the thought repulsed me. I avoided massages because someone, either male or female, would touch my body. As I went through college, I met, dated, and finally married a hell of a man. He has been my only sexual partner in life until this time. He fit me perfectly. Tall at 6'6", athletic earning a football scholarship, and bright, we had successfully raised a family, grew our business, and lived a happy life. Family sports kept us active, fit, and involved. Now gone through a tragic accident, he left me and my family with the foundation to be successful in the future.
I missed sex. Plain, simple, and straight to the point, I missed getting my brains fucked out. We had had an extremely aggressive, fulfilling sex life. It ended suddenly with his death. But, I got involved with running the business, so thoughts of sex escaped me. At my age, maybe it was not really important anymore. And then Sam came into the picture. By accident actually, but never the less, he came into the picture. An accountant at the plant, he reminded me of my late husband many years earlier. He was vibrant, talkative, easy going, and flirted with me. I was flattered.
Sam, 30ish, tall, broad shouldered, blond hair, tanned, looked good in anything he wore. I smelled him, watched him, noted his mannerisms, got peeks of his "cock and ball" adjustments when he had to make the adjustments. I listened to his voice, heard his laughter, saw his eyes sparkle. I touched his arm, sat close to him as we poured over the crunched numbers. I asked for his advice. Suddenly, I knew I needed him. My body yearned, my loins ached, my mind lost thought to my growing lust.
I scheduled a meeting with him for Saturday morning. There, I took the initiative, and literally raped my subordinate. I fucked his brains out, repeatedly. He was reluctant, but I overcame his objections, and dominated him. He was now my plaything. I rewarded him well. Now the opportunity came for increased production if we succeeded in our bid for the additional work.
I had him prepare the budgets for the company, with and without the new order so we worked hard over several days and late evenings. He assisted in preparation of the bid as well. Unknown to him, I was going to use him is securing the award of the order.
And now back to Jason. Numerous times, he had tossed out the comments that let it be known, he was interested in a MFM threesome. Each time, I assumed he pursued it on his business trips, away from home, with time for play. Not much more thought was given his desires. Until a plan hatched inside my brain.
My mind kept returning to the Saturday morning escapade that eventually led to our award of the new order. I had overworked my subordinate, Sam, to gain an upper hand and receive the order. Using my office, I scheduled a meeting for Jason to arrive half an hour after Sam and I started for the day. I knew I would have Sam buck naked, cock buried in my sweet cunt, and allow Mr. Simpson to find us in the middle of our lust. The plan worked splendidly. I got royally fucked, two men filling every hole, cum, lots of cum splattered over my body, and most importantly, gave Jason his fantasy. I allowed him to suck Sam's cock dry after we had fucked. I had shared Sam with the client rep, I had manipulated the situation to have my Sam fucked, sucked, bucked, and provided the client with a threesome fantasy I knew he desired.
Time pasted quickly. Our group, with new orders under our belts, started to rehire workers temporarily furloughed. We had to meet severe time crunches, and would be required to do what it took to meet all requirements as set forth in the agreement.
For the past several weeks, my sex with Sam had been absolutely fantastic. We fucked like demons. I could not get enough of him. He initiated our sex encounters often, even surprising me as to the frequency, and the forcefulness of our sex acts. It was lust, pure, sexual lust. Our bodies needing, craving sex. Our organs constantly engorged, my clit throbbed at the site of him. Mindless, lustful, hammering, sex. I could not describe it any other way.
As we ramped up operations to meet our increased demand, a temp service sent us a young, female administrative assistant. We quickly grew to realize this young woman, Briana, had tremendous skills. A full time music teacher at the local high school, she taught music lessons on the side, and temped when she had the time. Bright, articulate, eager to work, she was a good addition, even on a temporary basis. Being 5'8" tall, slender, soft hands, she easily made her place with the staff.
Briana did not really cause me any problems. However, her desk was just outside my office. And with me playing Sam's flute on more than one occasion, I would watch her face as we exited the office. I definitely saw a slight smile as Sam would pass her. She would hang her head slightly, lower her eyes, and her manner changed ever so slightly. On one late Friday morning, after Sam had come to my office, I ripped his cock from his pants, hungrily sucked his cock, draining his balls in record time. As Sam exited, she reached her finger to the corner of my mouth as we exited my office. She quickly drew the fingertip to her mouth, and sucked the finger deep into her mouth. She winked at me, grinned at Sam, and returned to sit at her desk.
I stood dumbfounded. Turning, I reentered my office, pushing the door nearly closed. My mind was racing. Had I had a drop of my cum still on her lips at the corner of my mouth? Did she actually do what I thought she did? Was it for show? I got lost in my next project. Thoughts of Briana slipped to the background.
Several times during the afternoon, my pussy twinged big time. Sam had just got me started. Now, I was craving a hard cock, buried deep in my wet cunt. I wanted Sam to taste my sweet pussy. After a grueling conference call, I called his extension. In a lowered, husky voice, I requested his presence in my office immediately.
"Sam, I want you to lick my pussy! I want to suck my clit into your mouth! I want to feel my thighs wrap around your head, holding tight, your tongue buried in my pussy! I want to feel your body arch against my mouth, sucking my clit deep between your teeth! I want you to feel my orgasm pulse through my crotch! I want to flood your mouth with my juices!" I whispered into the phone. I stroked my mound, arching my hips to flatten my hand over my engorged clit.
Within just a couple minutes, Sam was at my door. Quitting time, I figured we would be alone for the evening.
"Briana, we are not to be disturbed," Sam instructed her. Walking in, Sam closed the door. I moved to the door, lifted my skirt just above my pussy. Sliding one hand down, my fingers slipped beneath my brightly colored panties. Spreading my feet slightly, pushing my mound forward, my fingers slipped between the lips of my wet cunt. "Boss says she is dripping!" I whispered. I rotated my hips, teasingly, nastily for his viewing. Pulling my hand out, I presented my hand palm up, fingers glistening from the wetness. Extending my tongue, I licked my fingers, starting at the palm, and pulling my hand down, my fingers raking across my extended tongue. My eyes were closed.
Sam moved quickly, dropping to his knees in front of me. Pushing gently, I leaned back against the door. He ripped my panties down my legs, exposing my soft, hair covered mound. He leaned forward, inhaling my muskiness. My hand reached to the top of his head, my fingers lacing in his hair. Extending his tongue, he pulled me forward firmly. He sucked my clit into his mouth as I ground my mound on his mouth and nose. With each thrust of my hips, I bounced gently on the door. It made noise each time I thrust against his tongue.
He reached to me, pulling my mound deep on his tongue. He nipped at my extended, engorged clit. I humped his face. "Yes baby!" I whispered. "Fuck me with your tongue!" I grunted as he thrashed my clit over the inside of his teeth. My body sunk down slightly, lowering my cunt deeper on his mouth. I molded against the door, allowing him to ravage my wet, inviting cunt at will. He slid his right hand up the inside of my thigh. His fingertips parted my soaked lips. He pushed two fingers into my hole, pushing firmly, sliding deep with his initial thrust up into my body. A loud grunt escaped me. He thrust quickly in and out of my hole as he held my clit firmly between his teeth. His tongue danced over my clit.
I humped Sam's face harder. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I grunted over and over. My thighs quivered. I held his head firmly, pulling him tighter against my wet slit. He pounded my hole unmercifully. His fingers glistened with my wetness. I started growling, deep inside my body. He glanced at my face. Contorted, I had my head thrown back against the door, writhing with each thrust of his fingers deep into my body. My growl grew louder, a low, guttural scream emanated from deep within. He knew I was close. His thrusts grew more intense, my hips driving forward, my cunt opening wider, sucking his tongue deep, demanding that he thrash my clit. Within seconds, my body froze, my hips thrust forward. Breathing stopped! I ground my clit on his mouth. Simultaneously, my body exploded as my orgasm took hold, ripping through my loins. He focused on sucking my clit, mashing, sucking, and washing over it with his tongue. My knees buckled, allowing me to slide down the door. He tried to hold my clit in his mouth, but it pulled out as I slid too low for him to suck her. His fingers were still buried in my cunt. He thrust deep, and stopped all movement. My cunt squeezed his fingers, my muscles contracting around his probing digits. His tongue extended, licking my lips. He leaned to kiss me softly. A small whimper, a small groan trickled from my lips.
