Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2017 09:32:16 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: Bisexual Authoritarian - Decision Tree chapter 19

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Decision Tree Ð Chapter 19
By
Tappy McWidestance


Monday morning came far to early. I felt disoriented briefly as I woke in
naked in a strange place. Then memories of Sunday night at Dean's place
came flooding back into my consciousness. I didn't feel awkward, but it did
feel strange having to borrow clothes from Liz and then hitching a ride
with her to the office. I was very sore, especially my pussy, from my
weekend of lascivious behavior. Dean's fuck machine had literally worn out
my cunt. Fortunately, nobody in the office had need of it that day. That's
not to say they left me alone.


Tony was the first to visit my office and he demanded a blowjob. I happily
obliged. It would have been uneventful except for his comment that I had
done better last night. It was then I realized he was one of the men who
visited the gloryhole. It turns out all the partners had. It became the
refrain of the day. Steve and Jeff also visited my office in the
morning. Both of them also wanted head and both also commented that I
seemed more into it last night. Be that as it may, it didn't prevent the
three of them from giving me a yummy load in my mouth.


I was left to ponder whether they were just saying I was more into giving
head when it was anonymous and I was being forced, well willingly forced,
or whether they were just messing with me. I must have done something right
because all of them shot quickly when the visited that morning. I decided
not to dwell on it.


As usual, Dean arrived about 10 for his usual Monday IT activities in the
office and Liz took her lunch break at 11:30 scampering over to his office
for a rendezvous. My phone rang a few minutes later to join them. Like the
partners, they seemed in tune with the overused status of my pussy and both
were satisfied with me pleasing them orally. Liz wanted me to prime her to
receive Dean's cock and he wanted me to get him rock hard so he could bend
Liz over and give her a proper fucking. While he did, I lay beneath her to
lick her clit until she came and when it was time for Dean to climax, he
pulled out of her and shoved his cock into my mouth. It was the fourth load
in my belly for a busy Monday. Thomas did not use me at the office,
although both he and Gwen took my ass than night.


Tuesday morning found me back on my usual schedule of being up early and
making breakfast before dressing for work. Gwen surprised me with a gift
they had bought at the adult store on Sunday, apparently while I was off
screwing in the office. It was a small vibrator, a little bigger than a
regular bullet. She took my phone and after a few keystrokes handed both to
me.


"This toy is synced to your phone via Bluetooth," she told me. "Thomas and
I can control it from an app on our phones. Slide it into your pussy before
you leave for the office."


As you may remember from chapter 05, the idea of a remote controlled
vibrator both excited and worried me. This one was different from the
butterfly model Dean had me buy. This one was meant to we worn inside the
pussy. That meant it would be quieter and more discrete, but not as capable
of getting me off because it wouldn't be pressed against my clit. Obviously
having my owners be able to tease me remotely held a great deal of
fascination as keeping me horny was a skill they both possessed and enjoyed
using to torment me. On the other side, they could clearly use it at a time
that was highly inappropriate, say in court. Given their history, I had to
believe they would not be entirely benevolent about its use. I questioned
Thomas about it as we were driving to the office. Apart from, "We thought
it would be fun," and "We really have not worked out any plans for it yet,"
he was pretty silent on the subject. Then it sprung to life.


Thomas' hand were on the steering wheel and I had not seen him make any
moves toward his phone so it must be Gwen trying out the app. Over the
final ten minutes of the drive, the vibe cycled up and down a power ramp,
pulsed on and off for a second at a time and also seemed to be doing some
kind of random pattern. You can imagine how that was making me feel. As we
pulled into the parking lot, Thomas added words to the affect that "You can
save patterns you create, turn it on and off manually or let it run random
changes."


I wasn't worried about him controlling the vibe in the office because he
could see what situation I was in, but having Gwen control it was
problematic since she would not know the context of her actions. Then
again, having to hide the fact that I was being buzzed from people and
situations that dictated I be discrete could be fun too. And worse case,
such as being in court, I could always turn off the Bluetooth on my phone
until it was safe. I walked into the office and past my coworkers with Gwen
continuing to tease my now very wet pussy. It was quiet enough I don't
think anybody heard anything, although if they looked closely at my
breathing or facial expressions, I'm sure they knew something was up. I
walked into my office, shut the door and collapsed into my desk
chair. Spreading my legs I immediately put two fingers on my clit and began
rubbing. Gwen had been teasing me for less than 15 minutes and already I
was out of control and in need of an orgasm. I began to think about the
possibilities this kind of device would bring. And I liked what I thought.


The rest of Tuesday went fairly smoothly. The vibrator would turn on, tease
me and then turn off every so often. Liz visited my office. She looked a
bit frazzled. She asked if I was wearing one of the new vibes as
well. Apparently Dean was being more liberal in its use than Thomas and
Gwen and she was in great need of a release. Needless to say I was happy to
help. That night at home, Thomas once again used my ass and after he was
done, Bruce took a turn as well. It was day two of rest for my pussy. It
felt fine now so I hoped Wednesday would bring it back into action. It did,
although once again it was just via the Bluetooth toy. Thomas or Gwen
enjoyed teasing me and by the end of the day I was very ready to fuck. When
Thomas called me into his office, I assumed he was going to give me some
relief. Instead Thomas informed me that we would be leaving for St. Louis
in the morning for a quick two-night business trip. Apparently there was a
prospective, potentially lucrative, new client who had agreed to meet with
us on short notice. We would fly out in the morning and return Saturday
morning.


Thomas explained that a family run company of great success was looking to
go public. The father, who was now handing it off to his three kids and
retiring, had started the firm. The tricky part was they needed the money
from going public to expand, but they also wanted to be sure to keep
operational control with the kids. I had done many deals like this with one
kid assuming the mantle of power, but three would be trickier. Still, we
had the experience and reputation to with this account. I was also pleased
to be given such a challenging task to help land a big new account. With
the build out of the women's firm almost done, I knew I would be soon
moving downstairs to launch that firm so I looked at this as my swan song
and signing up one last big client.


Wednesday night was spent preparing documents for the trip and packing,
although Bruce demanded and received a sloppy blowjob. I really wanted to
get fucked, but that didn't happen.


Thomas was clear that I should bring my slutty business attire as opposed
to my sexy court attire. He told me we would first be meeting with Mr. Don
Anders and that he preferred to be called Mr. Anders instead of by his
first name. Thomas told me he was very formal. He was also an older
gentleman so having me dress sexy was a bit of a risk because he might feel
it was inappropriate, but he was also a man and hopefully still appreciated
a beautiful woman. He said our next meeting would be with Mr. Anders
children, Don Jr. (goes by JR) and Eric. Thomas said they were the
appropriate age to appreciate my charms. Finally we would meet with
Mr. Anders daughter, Eve. Thomas did allow me to bring one "normal" outfit
in case Eve seemed like she was threatened by me appearing sexual. He also
had me pack a limit number of toys into my suitcase. I was glad he was
going to check one bag because I definitely would not want to be inspected
by TSA carrying leather cuffs, a blindfold, a paddle, some rope and my
Hitachi. I was also excited because I did not get to play with him
one-on-one that often but we would have two nights together on this trip.


The trip to St. Louis went smooth and our first meeting with Mr. Anders
went well. He appeared to appreciate the way I was dressed and Thomas
dropped a few hints that I would be receptive and helpful if they chose our
firm. He didn't come out and say I would fuck or blow the guy if we got his
business, but unless Mr. Anders was totally out to lunch, we would have
understood what was being offered. Our second meeting with JR and Eric went
well too. JR definitely seemed to understand more about the business and
the complexities of going public compared to Eric, but clearly both
understood Thomas' innuendos.


The meeting with Eve turned out to be a little trickier. Since we had an
hour between meetings, to be cautious, I went to the hotel and changed,
dressing down into my more professional outfit. She turned out to be the
real brains of the three children and asked the best questions. While the
meeting went well, I got a weird vibe off her that she didn't trust me. She
seemed to trust Thomas and what he was saying, but was somehow more
resistant to me when I made a point. Maybe I was just being paranoid.


After we wrapped up the meeting we headed back to the hotel. Thomas said he
felt very good about how the three meetings and was in the mood to
celebrate. That meant room service in his suite complete with Champaign (I
had my own room down the hall a bit) and bondage games. After he called in
the order he had me strip down to my stockings and heels and then he put my
wrist and ankle cuffs on and clipped my wrists behind my back. At that
point I expected and was rewarded for a good day's work with the luxury of
sucking my Master's cock. There was nothing unusual about this. I kneeled
in front of him while he sat on the desk chair and I worked his tool
without the aid of my hands. Like I had done many times before, I had to
give my maximum effort to get him to cum. It would have been much easier if
I could have used my hands, but then again, where is the fun with that.


He luxuriated in my attention and took about 20 minutes before he finally
blew his load down my throat. I slurped up every drop and then cleaned him
off. I would have gladly swapped the dinner he ordered for several more
loads of his delicious cum. But that would not have been good for him, so
instead, he put some embarrassment on the menu.


After he came, he stood and tucked his deflating cock back in his pants. He
then moved to the couch. She had me stand in front of him and spread my
legs. He then began to tease my cunt. After a day of being in close
proximity to him for hours, I was desperate for his touch and my body
responded as you might expect. Of course, bringing me off wasn't his goal
and I knew that. But that didn't stop me from trying to rock on his fingers
and hasten my orgasm. It was a game. I knew he knew what I was doing and I
knew he would never allow me to cum until he was ready for me to cum, but I
pretended he wouldn't notice. Psychologically that drove my arousal higher.


Abruptly he stopped and told me to turn around. When I did, he unclipped my
cuffs releasing my arms. He then bent me over his lap and spanked me. It
wasn't a hard spanking by any means but it wasn't playful either. It was a
bit harder than that. But mainly it was to just put a little color in my
backside. I say that because I remained over his lap until there was a
knock at the door and he told me to let the person delivering dinner in. I
froze at first, but a much harder swat to my backside told me he was
serious.


I stood up and slowly walked to the door. There was a second knock. I
really didn't want to be exposed in front of some young guy, but I didn't
have a choice. As I took a deep breath and turned the knob, I knew when I
walked back into the suite to show him where to put the tray, he would see
my reddened ass. It wouldn't be bright red as I wasn't spanked hard enough,
but it would show what we had been doing. Then I wondered if Master would
make me tip the kid orally. That really worried me. You may find that
surprising after my night in the gloryhole, but those people couldn't see
me. When I opened the door, I think I was more surprised than the
waiter. Or should I say waitress. A young girl was standing there with a
pushcart with our tray of food on it. Her tongue was as tied as mine and we
stared at each other for several seconds. Finally I got my wits together
and said, "Come in."


I had to turn and let her follow my ass as I lead her to the seating area
of the suite. I wanted to crawl into a hole a die. The girl was very
young. This was probably her first job out of high school. I know people
who work at hotels see weird things, but I doubt she ever saw a woman just
wearing stockings, cuffs with a red ass before. Thomas told her where to
leave the cart and gave her a tip, which I am sure was generous, and sent
her on her way. Then we sat down and ate. It was weird. He didn't recuff me
and force me to eat without my hands or have me kneel on the floor at his
feet so he could feed me. Apart from the nudity, we could have been on a
date. We talked about the Anders family and what points we wanted to make
sure came up in tomorrow's meetings and how to work each family member the
best so we made sure we won the business. It was a perfectly normal meal
and afterwards we put the tray and dishes outside the door. I half expected
Thomas to call for them to be picked up so he could expose me again, but he
didn't. I guess he didn't want to share me any more.


I'd like to tell you that Master Thomas had some wild sex party planned for
us that night, but he didn't. Our time continued to feel like a date. He
fucked me, of course, and I blew him again, but the only kinky thing he did
was tie me to the bed. He didn't use the paddle, which was disappointing,
or the Hitachi. I actually felt a little disheartened. Looking back on my
former life, just being with a man of such sexual prowess would have been a
pretty good night. But even though he screwed me well, it was a little bit
of a letdown without the extra kinky elements. Then again, maybe he was
just tired from traveling and the long meetings. He sent me back to my room
too early for my tastes and told me to get some rest, as tomorrow would be
another long day.


Friday we met with everyone together and also a few other key players. They
had already met with a couple other local firms and wanted to make their
decision very soon so these meetings were make or break time. It was a long
day, but I felt we presented ourselves well and showed why we were a good
choice to help them. At the end of the meetings (about 3pm) I expected
Thomas and I would just head back to the hotel and hopefully party a little
heartier than last night. As everyone was packing up their notes I noticed
Thomas talking privately with Mr. Anders. As we were driving back to the
hotel, he told me he offered to take everyone out for dinner that night. He
said we would know within the hour. I assumed that meant if Mr. Anders
decided to go with us, we would have a celebration dinner. He didn't seem
like the kind of guy who would have us spend money if they were going with
a different firm. 45 minutes later we got the call that dinner was on,
although Mr. Anders did specify he had not made up his mind yet. Still I
thought it was a good sign that he wanted to spend more time with
us. Thomas told me to put on my sexiest outfit. I suppose a little extra
temptation wouldn't hurt make up Mr. Anders' mind.


Thomas and I waited in the hotel bar for our guests to arrive. Mr. Anders,
JR and Eric showed up and gave their regrets for Eve not being able to make
it. They suggested an Italian restaurant just up the street so we headed
out. Since it was only two blocks away we walked. I was in the center of
the group and I admit it felt a little strange to have an older gentleman
on either side of me with two younger guys following. My skirt was showing
plenty of leg and if the wind blew just right, my garter snaps. I was also
wearing four-inch heels so I knew my ass looked tight and right in this
skirt. I'm sure the sons were looking at that as well as they followed
us. But I didn't mind. I was prepared to be gangbanged, if that would close
the deal. Heck, I was prepared to be gangbanged even if it didn't close the
deal.


We all had a couple of rounds at the restaurant and I was feeling a bit
tipsy since we had already had a couple at the hotel. When the guys ordered
a third round I politely refused. Dinner conversation was a mix of
business, sports and bragging about previous successes. I mostly tuned out
other than the business talk. The restaurant was typically low light
Italian dŽcor. It would be a nice place for a date, I mused, but wasn't
so good for a meeting. But Mr. Anders liked the place so it was fine. We
were seated at a round table. Thomas and Mr. Anders were seated next to
each other flanked by JR and Eric, which left me between the two sons. JR
(on my left) was the first to touch my thigh. He was looking at his dad and
listening to him reiterate how he wanted the deal to go down for the tenth
time. But his hand, having found no resistance when he first touched me,
began to stroke my leg. I was a bit surprised he was so bold in front of
his father. I think my sharp intake of air gave away shock. I think it also
triggered Eric to follow his brother's lead on my right thigh.


If Thomas had been more accommodating last night, maybe I would not have
responded in such an accommodating fashion as to spread my legs for
them. JR was the first to slide his hand under the hem of my skirt, but
Eric soon followed. Likeway JR was the first to reach my thong, already
soaked through. He turned his attention to me and smiled. He rubbed me
through the thin material briefly, then he removed his hand and casually
brought it to his nose. To an outsider, it probably looked like he was
scratching his nose, but in truth I knew he smelled my arousal. When JR
smiled with satisfaction, I turned to look at Eric. I gave him a sly nod
and he slid his hand up just like his brother had done. He was more
forceful in how he rubbed me, making it more difficult to pretend nothing
was happening. He was starting to make me squirm, but fortunately he
stopped and like his brother, took the opportunity to smell his
fingers. While this played out, Mr. Anders and Thomas were so engrossed in
their conversation that I don't think either noticed. It was at this point
that JR leaned over and whispered in my ear.


"I can help with the old man," he told me. "You need to take me back to
your hotel room so we can, um, discuss things."


He didn't need to translate his offer. I just smiled at him. I then felt
both brothers' hands on my thighs again. I was justifiably distracted from
the dinner conversation after that.  JR continued to touch my pussy more
frequently, but Eric was more forceful and less discrete when he got a
turn. I think he was trying to make me cum while his brother seemed to want
to just keep my motor running in anticipation of getting an invitation to
my room. Either way, the combinations of their styles had me in dire need
of an orgasm, even before the food arrived. I excused myself to go to the
bathroom and all four gentlemen stood up showing me respect. If Mr. Anders
only knew how turned on his sons had made me and that my intention was to
masturbate, not pee, he might have changed his mind about me.


In the sanctity of the woman's bathroom stall, I removed my pussy soaked
thong and sat down on the toilet. As I touched me clit, I knew this
wouldn't take long. I thought about what it would be like if both JR and
Eric took me at the same time. Brothers share things, don't they? At first
I pictured them bending me over a taking me from behind while one of them
fucked my mouth. That was good, but then I imaged them DPing me while I
blew their father. That was the image that made me cum. I was also pretty
sure that would close the sale on our business deal. But how do you come
out and say, "Hey, if I fuck all three of you at the same time can I earn
your business?"


I took a minute to compose myself. On the way out of the bathroom I tossed
my thong in the trash. I knew it would do no good the rest of tonight. My
food was waiting for me when I returned to the table. That was always a
nice surprise. The guys were busy chowing down on their food so I didn't
get any physical attention for a few minutes, but once JR was done with his
entre, he did slide his hand under the table again. He didn't seem
surprised when he found my pussy available to him. I suppose he might have
even expected it. It was a tough angle for him to finger fuck me, but he
tried. At least he found out the wet thong was not a joke as at least up to
his first knuckle came back soaked.


As seemed to be a trend, younger brother Eric took his turn when JR removed
his hand. Even though I had cum about ten minutes earlier, I was very ready
for more. Mr. Anders wanted to order dessert, so I lied and said I wasn't
feeling well and that maybe I should head back to the hotel. Thomas faked
concern (I'm sure he knew what I really wanted) and Mr. Anders asked JR if
he would please escort me back to make sure I was safe. I wasn't worried
about being accosted in those two blocks, but certainly bringing JR back to
my room worked out perfectly. As we walked down the street, he put his hand
on my ass possessively. I responded by telling him, "You and your brother
really worked me up in there. You can do whatever you want."


"Does that mean both of us?" he asked.


"Yes, together or separately," I replied. He gave my ass a squeeze. Then
alone in the elevator, he finally got a full finger inside of me. He seemed
pleased when I moaned, although disappointed when we reached my floor. He
held my ass again as I led him to my room. Before I could slide the swipe
card to gain access, he pinned me against the door and kissed me
fiercely. I responded by kissing him back in kind. He then spun me
around. I assumed it was so I could open the door, but inside he pushed me
against the door and I felt his hands raising my skirt. I think he was
trying to show he was in charge, but I had him pegged as a pseudo-dom. I
say that because although he exposed my ass and very needy pussy, he didn't
fuck me against the door. I real Dom would have taken me right there if
they had pulled that stunt. Instead he just grinded himself against my
ass. I could feel his hard cock through his pants and he seemed to pack
enough dick to satisfy me, so I pushed back against him enough to unlock
the door.


Once inside I pinned him against the wall in an effort to take charge of
the encounter and as I expected, he let me.  I could feel his resistance
draining from his body and into his cock as we passionately kissed against
the wall. I then dropped to my knees. As you know, I love to take
directions, but with JR, I felt compelled to make this happen on my
terms. Sure he could have surprised me, overpowered me and "forced" me to
do whatever he wanted, but I needed cock right then and I was determined to
get it. I quickly tugged his pants down and a nice firm cock sprung forth
from his boxers. I didn't suck him long. I didn't want to risk having him
blow in my mouth. I had other plans for that erection. I gave him head for
about a minute just to be sure he had good blood flow working and then
pulled him to the bed. I quickly pulled his pants and underwear all the way
off and unzipped my skirt. His dick stood tall and proud as he lay on his
back and I jumped on top of him and mounted him. I admit I was a bit of a
crazy woman.


I rode him hard for several minutes until my knees started to hurt. Then I
dismounted him and rolled over on my back. He took that as the invitation
it was meant to be and mounted me missionary style. JR was skilled in the
art of fucking and he gave me the pounding I had been thinking about since
I left Thomas the night before. He wasn't going to meet my submissive
needs, but I was fine with just having straight sex. I still hoped Thomas
would take care of that other side of me later tonight anyway. I laid back
and let JR do his thing. I enjoyed every minute, although I didn't reach
down and finger my clit while he fucked me. I figured I could make myself
cum later if he did not and I didn't want to hurt his ego by making him
think he wasn't good.


He lasted about five minutes before his facial expressions made it clear he
was about to cum. I implored him to "Cum in my mouth," and he obliged by
pulling out and sliding over next to my head. He first spurt missed and hit
my nose, but by the second he got it aimed right and then slid his cock
back into my mouth. His sperm was a little on the bitter side, but he did
cum a lot. I certainly appreciated that. As I expected, when he was done,
he wasn't concerned with my pleasure. He immediately picked up his pants
and started getting dressed. I can't say I was surprised, but I was fine
with him leaving. That was less awkward than having him stay and talking
about whether he would get a repeat ride if they chose our firm.


Once he was gone, I got up and stripped out of my blouse and put my robe
on. I took my key card and the one for the suite and hurried down the hall
to Thomas' room. I wanted to grab the Hitachi and get myself off. I took
the bag of toys and rushed back to my room. Why I didn't masturbate in the
suite I don't know. That thought never crossed my mind. Back in my room I
tossed the bag on top of the dresser and found the wondrous vibrating
wand. I plugged it in next to the bed, threw off my robe and lay down ready
for action. As I stared at the ceiling, the wand working its magic bringing
me closer and closer to the inevitable killer climax, my pleasure was
interrupted by a knock at the door. At first I ignored it. I only needed a
bit more time to achieve my orgasm. But the knock was insistent. Damn. I
turned off the Hitachi, put my robe back on and stormed over to the
door. Looking through the security hole, I saw Eric. Of course he was
there, I thought. He always follows his brother. A normal woman might be
upset at him presuming he could come up to my room uninvited. But I needed
to cum and if his cock was up to the task, I could live with that. And if
not, the Hitachi stood by at the ready and somehow I didn't mind using it
in front of him like I would have been bothered in front of JR. I opened
the door and he walked it.


"I wanted to discuss a few of the details with you," he said trying to
sound business-like.


"You wanted to fuck me like your brother did," I corrected him. He
sheepishly laughed. I dropped my robe and stood naked before him.


"Get yourself hard and let's get to it," I told him. I was determined to
keep control of this encounter as well. Based on his limited contributions
to the discussions the last two days, I felt confidant he was do what I
said. I got into the bed on my hand and knees pointing my ass at him. I
also grabbed the Hitachi and turned it on.


"I was about to cum when you knocked. If you hurry and get inside of me,
you can fuck me through my orgasm."


I reached the wand between my legs and pressed it against my clit. Somehow
it felt better knowing that he was watching. It didn't take long for him to
drop is pants or to press his hard-on against the opening to my slit. I was
serious when I said I was about to cum. I had been on the edge just before
he knocked and I knew it would take less than a minute to get me back. He
was fucking me well from behind. He wasn't great, but I love doggie-style
and with the Hitachi on my clit, it hardly mattered what he was doing. I
figured he loved it anyway so I thrust my hips backward trying to match his
thrusts and moaned. He responded by grabbing my ass and giving me a very
firm thrust. He continued to hold my ass tightly and thrust forcefully as
my pussy clamped down on his cock and I came. I howled in pleasure and
yelled for him to spank me. He didn't miss a beat. He leg go of my ass and
continued to fuck me while he began to slap my ass. Granted it wasn't as
firm as I would have liked, but the sting of a little pain, the thrust of
his cock and the buzz of the wand kept my orgasm rolling through me for at
least 45 seconds until I collapsed flat on the bed popping his cock out of
me in the process.


"That was amazing," he said. "I've never seen a woman cum that hard
before."


"Oh, that was nothing," I said breathlessly. He probably didn't need to
know details and in retrospect it probably soundly like I was making a shot
at his skills, but in my post-orgasmic haze I had just responded honestly
and the usual filter on my mouth was disengaged. "I've passed out from
cumming. Thomas didn't play with me long enough last night so I was very
needy tonight."


"Didn't play with you enough last night, huh? What other toys do you have
besides that massager?"


I know I shouldn't have told him. Having fucked he and his brother already
I was sure I had secured the business and they didn't need to know anything
about my kinkier nature. But I directed him to the bag.


"So you like to be tied?" he asked holding up the rope.


"And teased," I added in response. I noticed a glint in his eye I had never
seen in the meetings. I noticed his boner had not gone down since he
stopped fucking me. Apparently he found the rope exciting.


"I've always want to tie up a woman and then fuck her face," he confessed
to me. I bet he had always been embarrassed to admit that. "Will you let me
do that to you?"


"Will you recommend our firm to your father?" I asked. I was perfectly
willing to let him do that, but I didn't want him to know that. I wanted
him to think I was doing it to help push the business deal through.


"You had my vote when you answered the door, but yet, if I can tie you and
cum in your mouth, I will definitely sing your praises."


"Start with the cuffs," I told him.


He definitely was a neophyte when it came to bondage. I was sure he really
had never done this. I showed him how to cuff my wrists and ankles. I then
had him attach the rope to the corners of the bed frame. I explained how
the best part of bondage was being restrained and then teased without the
ability to make myself cum. He questioned me about the paddle and I
explained that pain could quickly turn to pleasure if done properly. He
didn't seem so convinced about that. His cock was starting to deflate a
bit, so I figured I should move onto the face fucking part instead of being
an instructor. I told him to grab the carabineer and clip my hands behind
my back. When he did, I got down on my knees. I explained that since he
wanted to use my both, binding me to the bed wasn't the best plan. He could
do that later if he wanted to tease me. Then I told him to get to fulfill
his fantasy.


"Alright big guy," I said trying to stroke his ego. His cock was OK, but I
didn't classify it as big. "Use my mouth the way you want."


At first, he just put his now semi-hard cock at the end of my lips. I took
that as an invitation to lean forward and capture it. Not to sound
conceited, but I think I am getting good at giving a hands free blowjob and
within moments he was at full staff again. He started sliding his cock in
and out of my mouth so I stopped sucking and just tried to hold my head
still. But he didn't speed up. I'm not sure he understood what it really
meant to fuck a face. He continued going way to slow for about thirty
seconds. I suppose he was scared to offend me. He didn't know that was not
possible. Finally I had enough and pulled my head back as he was on his
backstroke.


"If we are going to do this," I told him, "do it right. Hold my head firmly
with your hands and fuck my mouth hard and fast."


He may have been nervous, but he didn't have to be told twice. To my joy,
he starting giving me a proper face fucking using my mouth like a cunt. My
favorite part of this is when my saliva starts running out of my mouth and
I can't do anything about it. Granted a bigger cock keeps my lips pushed
out better, but still I overflowed with spit and it dripped out of my
mouth, off my chin and onto my tits like I was a common suck whore. I loved
that feeling.


I expected him to explode fairly quickly as this had apparently been a
fantasy of his for a while, but he held out fairly well. My knees and mouth
were sore before he shot and I was actually glad it was over. When he
finished, his cock began to soften very quickly. He had pulled out of my
mouth so I didn't get a chance to clean my toy, but if he didn't mind,
neither did I. I struggled to my feet as he put his pants back on. I went
to the bed, sat down and spread my legs.


"I could really use another ride on the Hitachi," I told him. He looked at
me and then looked at the wand. Then he expressed a devious smile.


"What was that you said about liking to be teased when you are bound?" he
asked. I didn't like the sound of that, but I couldn't resist his smile.


"Well, now that you have me restrained, for example, you use the Hitachi on
me, but you stop just before I can cum. Then when I cool down, you do it
again.


"That does sound fun," he told me. "But I need to get home to my wife."


I must have looked dejected.


"But, what if I tie you to the bed and lean that vibrator I saw in the bag
on your pussy. I bet that wouldn't make you come, but will drive you wild
until Thomas returns."


I couldn't disagree with his logic so I agreed. He unclipped the carabineer
and I lay down on the bed. He didn't need help figuring out how to attach
the D-rings of the cuff to the ropes. I told him to leave a touch of slack
so I could struggle. He liked that idea. He then grabbed the Hitachi,
turned it on high and pressed it firmly against my clit. I went wild
twisting and tugging against my bonds. But I was stuck. He must have really
listened to my instructions because at full speed the Hitachi would have
made me cum in 30 seconds, but he only held it against me for 25. I cried
out in frustration and pouted. But this was exactly what I told him I
liked, so I couldn't be too mad at him. He tossed the Hitachi next to me
but left it running. That was a devious touch as I had to listen to his
loudly buzz and know I couldn't have it. He then went to the bag and got
out the regular vibe I brought.


Having tested the batteries, he turned it on low and slid in about two
inches of it into my pussy. It was gently vibrating and just short of my
g-spot. There was no way it would get me off and we both knew that. He told
me he really enjoyed our time together and hoped I would visit St. Louis
again as the IPO became closer. I squeezed my cunt walls trying to get more
pleasure out of the vibe. As he reached the door, I remembered that Thomas
had a different room.


"Wait!" I called out. "Take my room key and give it to Thomas. His room is
down the hall and I don't want to be stuck here all night."


Eric walked back into the room. "Will he be surprised to find you like
this?" he asked.


"No," I replied. "And hopefully he will take advantage of the situation."


"How long should I tell him to wait?" he asked me.


I knew Thomas would make that decision himself, but I said, "half an hour,"
just to make it sound good. Eric agreed and this time, after flipping off
the light, was out the door.


Along in the dark and bound to the bed, the quietly buzzing vibrator just
inside my pussy was maddening, especially since the loud Hitachi was
buzzing just out of position. As bad as the vibe was, I didn't want to lose
it so I had to try and lay still. I could feel it start to slide out of my
due to the excess of juice I was producing. This was pure torture and I
brought it on myself by confession to Eric that I enjoyed it. If I twisted
my neck I could see the clock and count down the minutes until I assumed
Thomas would return hopefully to use me properly. A half hour came and
went. He did not arrive. As I expected, he was probably happy to have me
bound and being teased. After an hour, I was very desperate for him to
return, if for nothing else than to fuck with the vibe or put the Hitachi
on my clit. I started fantasizing about being captured in some sort of
industrial espionage and sexually tortured until I told them the trade
secrets they wanted. By the time an hour-and-a-half had ticked off, I was
crazy with lust and need. The vibe had slid out of my pussy and just the
tip was touching my labia. The gentle buzz only served to remind me what I
craved; yet offered no pleasure in itself. Then finally, to my relief, I
heard the door card sliding through the lock.


The lights clicked on and were blinding at first. As I squinted and my
pupils adjusted, I realized it wasn't Thomas who had come to rescue me. It
was Eve and based on how she was dressed, she wasn't here to rescue me.

"Well what do we have here," she said sarcastically. "A slut lawyer who
thinks she can fuck my brothers and steal my company away from me."

I began to reply but I stopped when she picked up the vibe and slid it all
the way into my pussy.

"So wet she can't even hold a vibe in her. How sad."

Her demeanor had certainly changed since our meetings. I wanted to tell her
Eric had just put the tip in and it wasn't my fault it slid out, but she
started fucking me with it and all I could do was moan. Then she picked up
the Hitachi. For some reason, I actually thought she was going to use it on
me. But that was just a dream that was shattered when she turned it off.

"Doesn't Eric know you will burn out the motor if you leave this on that
long?" she said.

I twisted against my bonds as she continued to slowly slid the vibe in and
out of me.

"I had a feeling you were a naughty girl the way you dressed," she told
me. I didn't reply that she was also dressed inappropriately for a business
relationship since she had changed into a short leather skirt and a tight
blouse with a plunging neckline.

She expertly brought my arousal back up to peak and then stopped. I doubted
Eric had shared that secret with her. I was pretty confident she knew that
trick on her own. She edged me three more times until I was a babbling
idiot begging her to let me cum. Instead she stopped and unzipped her
skirt. She wasn't wearing any panties. I licked my lips when I saw her
clean shaven pussy. She noticed and said, "I'm glad you like it because you
are about to become well acquainted."

I didn't realize that meant she was going to sit on my face, but as soon as
she began to crawl onto the bed I figured out her plan. While it was
certainly a surprise that would end the night eating her pussy, especially
since she wasn't at the restaurant, I knew it would be a delight. A
delicacy even. What I didn't know was that I wasn't the first person at the
firm to go there tonight. Upon the first taste of her wonderful, young
pussy, I realized Thomas had already cum inside of her. There was no
mistaking it and she made sure I knew the source.

"That's right dirty girl. Your boss already fucked me. Is he your daddy? I
bet he is. Do you have a thing for old guys? Does he fuck you? Of course he
does. Eric told me he was supposed to give him your key. But I intercepted
it, went up to Thomas' suite before coming here. I made sure he saw the
negotiations favoring me and then I fucked him for the last hour. He's
pretty worn out. You won't see him until morning."

I could hear her, but I was more concerned with cleaning out her pussy and
making her cum. It didn't take long. She must have been still worked up
over halving Thomas fuck her. After she came she crawled off of me and then
moved between my legs. "A little thank you," she said before dipping her
tongue along my slit. I went wild tugging at my bindings, but alas she
edged me again. What a bitch. When she stopped, she got up and sat on the
edge of the bed. She then told me her tale as she slowly rubbed my left
nipple and you already know how crazy that makes me.

"I told Thomas I am ready to recommend your firm. JR and Eric are morons
and daddy listens to me. He pretends to listen to JR, but if you want the
contract, you need to keep me happy."

I moaned, "Yes of course. I understand."

She continued. "Eric and JR can get a taste, but the deal will be
structured so I have enough shares to control the board and install myself
as CEO. My brothers would destroy this company. Only I can save it. My
father knows this and will go along with what you and Thomas propose in
your final documents if I recommend you."

She continued to manipulate my nipple as she put forth her plans for the
company. I bet the conniving bitch made the same deal with all the firms
they were looking at hiring. I have to admit, her plan was much better than
her father's plan and would be a good use for the capital infusion of the
IPO. I was actually pretty impressed given her age and my perception of her
inexperience. Of course I also wasn't thinking very clearly :)

"So miss fancy lawyer," she concluded her argument, "Thomas is on board for
my plan and I know I can convince my dad to do what the lawyers
recommend. That leaves you. Are you going to help me?"

Again my response was more of a moan, but I think she understood I said
yes.

"I hear you dressed like quite a slut at dinner. I need to know I can trust
you before I give my father his decision. I'm going to untie you and you
are going to get yourself all made up again like you were for dinner. Then
we are going out. If you convince me that you will look out after my
interests instead of my brothers, the gig is yours. What do you say?"