NYC - 48 FATEFUL HOURS
Background
This is the continuation of a series dealing with a husband and wife, Jake and Toni, in their efforts to assist their team to raise significant millions of funds on the NYSE for the company Consult Co Inc as an IPO. Consult Co Inc had been built up over a twelve-year period from the dreams of six college students to a multimillion turnover unlisted conglomerate that now was busting for new capital to jump that massive hurdle into being an international service provider in the resources industry.
With a no limits end justifies the means approach and becoming members of a highly sophisticated and wealthy group of people, all of which were members of a super-secret swingers club in NYC, they had made giant strides and were on the cusp of financial success and closure of their capital raising.
Jake and Toni had been pushed into accepting an open marriage, with both openly courting others into their beds in their desires to achieve for themselves, their two girls and the team back in Houston.
The 48 hours is a long time for Toni
It was midday Sunday and Toni was enjoying her first coffee from their machine in their suite on Times Square. Sun was streaming through the windows, with the fine curtains providing little resistance to the strength of the light illuminating the room. Despite her late night running a very private poker game for a family of high wealth Argentinians, Toni was really upbeat and happy over how her life was progressing, although somewhat frustrated by her sex fixated husband. Her own sex life was far from limited and some would say extreme in normal circumstances. But what was happening to Toni and Jake in NYC was at the far end of the spectrum of life on the edge in a crazy place like NYC.
Putting on her short hotel supplied bathrobe she sat into an extremely comfortable lounge chair facing the TV and entertainment unit in their suite aiming to check out the news of the day. She could do what she liked as Jake was off playing golf with Randy (the local head of the swinger's club) against some potential cornerstone investors and she was unlikely to see him at the earliest before sundown. She asked herself mischief, shopping, sex or all of the above?
Holding the control unit in front of her and pointing it towards the Smart TV, she decided if she could see what Jake had been viewing on the internet. While nothing would now surprise her about Jake and his passion for extreme sex after the last few weeks, she was able to track Jake's searching for articles on a buxom blond sex bomb of a woman who was a pro golfer called Page. Her website was particularly interesting in her openly flaunting her sex appeal with revealing shorts and cleaved or tube tops stretching out to hit her golf shots supposedly instructional, while ensuring her assets were well exposed. Delving deeper Toni was able to find more photos of Page in bikinis that just were large enough in the key places to permit the photos to be on the non-porn sections of any website. She was absolutely gorgeous, with a great figure if you liked the more voluptuous of women and was promoting herself as an international qualified golf coach and mentor to the rich and famous.
The penny then dropped.
Randy and Jake were getting coaching lessons from some high-end coach up in the Hamptons over recent days, with as Jake says, "to get my head into the right place and to get my handicap down to scratch".
Toni immediately thought about what head he was referring to, on the shoulders or between his legs. To Toni the answer was obvious.
What else had Jake been watching?
A porn video came to light.
The video reminded her of her this morning after the poker game finished and the last time Toni and Jake had sex on Tuesday. The male actor was a huge blond guy dressed in a suit that was a chauffeur for a private limo company; he attends to the sexual needs of high wealth women after the women's nights out. The last time Toni and Jake had sex was after Toni was dropped off by Thor, a blond muscle minder of a man, post her weekend with the Argentinians. Jake had come around the corner of the corridor leading to Jake and Toni's suite to find Thor and Toni in the doorway of their suite with Toni in a bathrobe kissing Thor and Thor's hand openly massaging Toni's boobs through the gap in her robe. Jake had walked by realising he would get beaten up if he did anything else, but Toni was not impressed Jake made no effort to suggest this was inappropriate from any perspective. All that Jake did was to get Toni to the bidet and shower so he could fuck her without sloppy seconds. Another nail in the coffin of their marriage.
This video was all that Toni needed to convince herself that Jake could not have cared less what this huge man had been obviously doing to Toni, whether by intimidation or otherwise. It was clear that Jake just wanted Toni to be his unpaid prostitute and this prostitute had to put out regardless. To hell with Jake was all Toni could muster under her breath.
One partially redeeming feature to Toni of Jake's attitude was she was getting some absolutely fantastic sex from multiple good-looking well-hung lovers two or three times a day and she was loving it. More please she thought.
She settled down to watch that porn video and her mind wandered to her own blond muscle man. Now she had no qualms about her love making with Thor. She even considered the video was proof that Jake got his "jollies" off seeing Toni's openness to gratuitous sex with men other than himself.
The more she looked the more she realised the similarities, until her own sensations started to take over.
The Memories
Her memories of 3.00am flooded back. She had insisted that Thor see her inside her suite after some hassles down in the carpark of the hotel from some shady characters.
Thor was no gentleman, but he had promised the family that he would see Toni safe into her suite, so he escorted her from the limo through the lobby.
At 3.00am there were very few people around with the exception of "dopesellers" at the entrance to the carpark, a working girl or two in the bar and hotel lobby staff.
The appearance of a massive guy in a suit escorting a stunningly beautiful blond woman in a black slinky dress slit well up her thigh, bouncing her boobs around in a well cleaved blouse suggesting no bra, clinking high heels and expensive diamond jewellery around her neck, on her ears and right ankle was always going to attract eyes. Those eyes followed the two all the way to the lifts and watched intently as they waited impatiently.
Thor subtly nodded to the security cameras.
Once inside the lift away from prying eyes Toni fronted Thor, her boobs fractionally missing the lapels of Thor's suit lapels. She looked at him lustfully and brushed his groin with her hand. He stood still seeing where this was going.
"Do you have time to play for a while? I have been horny all-night thinking about that large cock of yours and what it did to me on Tuesday. Promise no limits. That husband of mine is off enjoying himself up State, so we have my suite to ourselves. Does that opportunity suggest anything to you."
Thor looked up at the security camera and opened the door of the lift, suggesting Toni remain conservative at least for the next few minutes.
Toni opened the door to her suite and grabbed Thor by the lapels of his suit literally pulling him into her web. Her lips met those of Thor as he lifted her up and pushed her against the back of the closed door, with Toni taking the hint to wrap her legs around Thor and pull her groin against his growing erection.
Their tongues snaked in and around each other's mouths as if they were masturbating their mutual sex organs. Her boobs were pressed firmly against his chest as she rotated her hips against his covered cock. Thor felt her warmth against his cock and knew she was flooding between her legs anticipating some hardcore sex.
"Tell me what you want Toni? Where do you want me to get my cock? No limits to me means hard fucking, so know what you are asking for because you are going to get it."
"Any place, anywhere you want and any way you want. Just get on and fuck me."
Keeping her forced against the door he undid the remaining buttons on Toni's blouse and buried his head between those perky breasts, sucking, nibbling, biting, licking ferociously, as Toni tipped her head backwards against the door taking in the sensations that were rushing up and down and through her body, from the tips of her nipples to the edges of her clit and back up through her brain.
To Toni nothing more needed to be said. She wanted Thor to take her, hard, long and often. She wanted to be impaled on Thor's huge cock, driving up and into her pussy, spreading her lips and thighs. She needed to be ravaged by this sex god of a man. Her pussy was throbbing. Her knees were firmly wrapped hard around Thor and were not interested in any relief. She just wanted to get on with being well and truly fucked.
Thor broke his mouth from Toni's chest and pushed her firmly against his covered cock, while he massaged her breasts hard and with some pain. This pain seemed to stimulate Toni more, a message not missed by Thor, as he groped her boobs and twisted her nipples between his fingers.
"We need a mask for you. The darkness will accentuate the passions."
"Come to my bedroom. Whatever you want will be in the drawers."
Thor lifted her onto his shoulders and carried her to the bed where he dropped her unceremoniously legs wide open and boobs on full display.
"Strip, but leave those stocking and high heels on, while I see what you have in those drawers."
He returned between Toni's thighs that were now as wide open as she could stretch exposing an extremely moist pussy that seemed to be twitching in anticipation of what was to come.
"This is your last chance. If you tell me to go ahead your body will be ravaged like you have never experienced and there will be no limits. You will be my slut. You are warned. The word stop does not exist."
"Thor just do me and stop the promises."
Thor used the Velcro straps and attached each arm to the bedhead stretching her shoulders back against the bed. Then her face was covered by a long mask that covered her eyes and down to her nose without limiting her breathing.
