Business Transaction

"No! You can't!" I laughed, burying my head into his chest, inhaling the mixture of the aftershave I had bought him and his very essence, a smell I had become addicted to over the past few months.

"Honey we spoke about this, many times. Are you afraid now it's becoming reality?" His voice was stern but not threatening. He looked at me, watching for any hesitation or fear my expression might give away.

I lifted my face from where I had hidden it, could feel the colour in my cheeks, aware he would have noticed this instantly. It wasn't a flush of fear though, but excitement, I knew he would see the light dancing in my eyes as they flickered with arousal at the thought of the adventure we were about to embark on. What he couldn't possibly know was that my panties were beginning to cling to my pussy as my senses became heightened, or could he?

I had first encountered Marc at one of those extremely dull seminars, you know the kind where you all have to stand up and say 'Hello, my name is...' And regale the rest of the room with your company name, job title, aspirations for the future and what you hope to gain from the convention. I was feeling slightly self conscious as I sat down after my rather half hearted effort at explaining my wish to progress through the ranks to partner at the small family law firm I work for when up he stood.

He was tall, but not neck-achingly so, with tousled dark hair and nearly black eyes; although I discovered later they are actually the deepest blue to match mine. Immaculately dressed of course, down to his highly polished shoes, my eyes couldn't help but hesitate on the way back up to his face at his trousers where by all accounts he appeared to be as cocky in that department as his manner led me to think he was in personality. Was he really semi hard at the most boring convention on earth? Call me sluttish, but I was instantly captivated.

"My name is Marc Feathers" he began, glancing somewhat more than was unfamiliar, in my direction.

"I am Managing Director at Feathers & Forsythe, where I aim to continue to run a successful company that serves my clients well and offers best value for all concerned. From the seminar I would like to get to know some contacts that I have up until now only spoken to by telephone and take the stunning Ms Collins from Bailey & Brown out for dinner this evening" His eyes did not flicker, his expression remained cool with a slight smile as he looked directly into my eyes, and he sat down, straightening his tie, while the rest of the room either gasped or looked on open mouthed.

We did indeed go out for dinner that night, but I couldn't tell you what was on the menu or how long we were in the restaurant, I was so spellbound by this man that most of the detail has become a blur. What I can tell you is how by the time the credit card company was validating his card he had me up against the wall in a corridor of the hotel and was ramming his throbbing cock into my needy little pussy, his hands on my thong clad ass telling me he knew I'd be a dirty girl for him. We were the perfect match.

That was six months ago, and here we were standing in a city bar surrounded by various nameless professionals having a drink after work on a Friday night discussing the fantasy we had of Marc watching me being fucked by anonymous suits.

We had had a couple of drinks and I was beginning to feel a little lightheaded. Brandy always does that to me, it was a sure fire winner when I was a teenager for some horny inexperienced boy to get between my legs.

Our fantasy had been discussed on many occasions and it was agreed that it would consist of two strangers, one of which I would choose and the other Marc got to select. He had made me promise that I had to abide by his decision, which obviously made me a little nervous, but I trusted him and, after all, this was as much his dream as mine.

I had noticed one particular guy that had been talking more or less non stop on his mobile phone in between smiling and greeting people that he knew, probably colleagues from this side of the city, the side where we knew nobody. 

He was, in total contrast to Marc, blond haired and stockily built, but the thing that caught my attention was his mouth. His lips were full and plump and there was something mischievous in the way he smiled as he talked on the phone. I had caught him looking over at me a couple of times, his eyes often returning to my legs that were encased in the sheerest black seamed stockings. I was teasing him a little by shifting my weight from foot to foot and brushing one leg against the other, occasionally I would play with my hair, which he seemed fascinated by.

Marc clearly noticed this interaction between us and what he said next was what prompted me burying my head in his chest.

"That's him isn't it?" he said quietly, almost whispering in my ear "I think it's time I made the gentleman an offer he won't want to refuse."

After my small girlish outburst, I stepped back and took a seat on a high bar stool to allow Marc to approach the man, and also to give him a better view of the goods on offer. Men have always loved my legs and when I cross them and show a little stocking top it drives them crazy. I hoped I was doing enough to make our new friend a little hot under the collar.

I watched as Marc sauntered over to the other guy and put his hand out to shake it. From an onlookers point of view this could have been any two business men greeting each other in a professional capacity. I noticed the look on the blond man's face as Marc obviously discussed the proposal with him. His eyes scanned over the darker mans shoulder instantly to me, and roamed the entire length of my body, from my black Mary Janes to the tortoise-shell clip in the fringe of my blonde hair and he smiled; a most devastating smile that sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Marc handed over his business card, shook hands with the guy once more and before I knew it he was beside me again.

"What..." I began to say, but Marc put his fingers on my lips.

"Our friend Mr Smith will be at my office. One hour." 

He smiled, and stood in front of me to shield me from the other drinkers and ran his hand all the way up the inside of my left thigh not stopping until he stroked my hot slit through my by now very damp panties. The first part of our plan had obviously made him equally as aroused as myself as I could feel his hardened cock heavy against my knee.

He whispered in my ear "You are such a slut, you're soaked. I can't wait to see you get what you deserve tonight."

Before I had the chance to respond he had moved his hand, took a gulp of his brandy and said, "My turn I think" with a very wicked grin on his face.

"Ok" I responded, feeling increasingly excited yet anxious "But I need the bathroom first."

As I slipped off the bar stool Marc put his hand on my shoulder and leant into me and in my ear ordered, "No touching yourself you hear?"

I blushed and continued out to the Ladies.

Upon my return I fully expected to watch Marc make his choice and approach another man as he had done so with the first guy but as soon as I got to him he grabbed my hand and led me for towards the door.

"What about the other guy?" I said under my breath, looking up at him pleadingly as he pulled me out onto the street.

"Mr Brown" he smiled menacingly "will meet us there!"

So I wasn't even going to get to see this other man. He had made his selection while I was in the bathroom and judging by the cat-got-the-cream smile on his face loved this new aspect of the fantasy.

We didn't speak on the way to his office, both lost in our own thoughts about what was to take place. All Marc did say to me was "You do exactly what I tell you Rosie, you listen to me."

To which I squeezed his hand as affirmation.

Marc set the scene fairly quickly once we got to his office. It is one of those old fashioned kind of rooms with dark wood and a huge bookcase; a maroon leather buttoned Chesterfield stretched out along one wall and an oversized antique desk. It smelt a little of stale cigar smoke as he had the habit of enjoying a prohibited smoke every time he won a case. I grew to love that odour.

He sat at one end of the couch and ordered me to sit on the desk.

"Darling" he smiled, his manner warm but authoritative " Whatever they are doing with you I want you to be able to see me. Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand." I responded, hoping that my voice sounded calmer on the outside of my head than it did from the inside.

My nerves clearly showed as he smiled and whispered " I will look after you, and you will have one of the best nights of your life. Trust me. Now hitch that skirt up a little and show them what a magnificent slut you are"

The knock on the door made me physically jump and catch my breath.

"Enter" came Marc's voice, loud and masterful.

In walked the blond man I had chosen, closely followed by Marc's selection.

I know that my face must have been a picture as I could feel Marc's eyes watching me intently as I saw the second man for the first time. My eyes must have grown enormous and my mouth opened a little as a giant of a man walked through the door. He was built like an American Football player, a mass of black curly hair with a moustache and neatly trimmed goatee. I swear his hands were twice the size of my feet. He was dressed in a three piece suit that was clearly not off the shelf but he looked uncomfortable in it. I must have looked terrified, but my body was betraying me as I felt my nipples harden and my pussy begin to twitch.

"Gentlemen" Marc began "There are a few rules this evening. If I think you are too extreme I will say 'enough' and you will stop without question and leave immediately. You may finger or tongue her tight little arse but you are not to stick your cock in it, that is my domain only. And finally you will enjoy my wife to her fullest potential and not waste the time you have with my precious slut. Are we agreed?" 

Both guys nodded, but only glanced briefly in Marc's direction, as they were unable to take their eyes of me for any period of time. The blond, Mr Smith, was already unzipping himself as he strode across the room to where I sat.

The taller guy, Mr Brown, clearly not wanting to be outdone, manoeuvred his way in front of Mr Smith and positioned himself between my legs, pushing my thighs apart and making a grab for my panties. They were the tiniest piece of sheer fabric known to man, hardly worth wearing at all really. I heard him sigh as he reached the soaked gusset and realised what was in store for him. To help him get easier access I wriggled my bottom back on the desk, hitched my skirt up around my thighs and put my feet up, my legs splayed as wide as they could go.

I felt his thick fingers pull the wet thong to the side and his thumb rub the length of my hot slit and hover over my aching hole.

"Fuck man, she's gagging for it!" he moaned, pushing his thumb in my pussy as I arched my back and let out a guttural moan.

To this Marc laughed and responded, "Yes, my friend, she certainly is. I do hope you are going to give my whore what she needs tonight, and what I crave seeing"

Marc speaking drew my attention to him, and what I saw when I looked over only aroused me more. He was leaning against the end of the couch with one foot up, his beautiful cock standing upright through his open fly with an expression on his face I had never seen before, slowly stroking himself, pulling his foreskin back and forth to reveal his deep purple head. It was already glistening with precum. I couldn't judge his expression, but it was as if he was trying not to lose control.

I had so many sensations and emotions going around in my head it was hard to focus on each man, all the pleasure mixing into one.

By now Mr Smith was unbuttoning my blouse and pulling my small perky breasts over the top of my white lace balconette bra. My nipples felt like they were on fire they were so hard and erect. He leant his head over and took my left breast in his mouth, biting my nipple hard. It sent a shiver directly between my legs as I let out a little cry, but I just wanted him to continue, the pain was so delicious. Before I knew it he was guiding my left hand to his stiff tool, placing it over his other hand, showing me how he wanted me to pleasure him.

"Wank me off you dirty bitch" he hissed in my ear "not too fast now, I have plans for this hot load"

I glanced over at Marc who just nodded and smiled, and continued to wank himself, looking down and smearing the precum around his throbbing cock head. I watched him put his finger to his mouth and taste himself, an 'oh fuck' escaping from under my breath. 

I continued to stroke off Mr Smith while he alternated between quite cruel but arousing bites and pinches to my nipples and by now tender breasts.

His cock was not as large as Marc's but it was thick and circumcised; it felt strange not pulling his hood up and over as I had all of the men I had been with. I could hear him moaning as his teeth clamped around my sore nipple for what seemed the hundredth time. I should have been screaming, begging him to stop but the truth was I was loving every minute of it. My body was such a traitor, revealing the filthy little whore I am.

Mr Brown had by now decided to investigate my snatch a little closer. He was opening me up with one hand, his rough thick fingers probing my hole, first one, and then two...

"You have the tightest little cunt, I'm gonna enjoy ramming you with the length of my cock until you scream for me to let you be!" He was looking me directly in the eyes, his black eyes smirking, sneering at me.

"Is that what you want whore? Tell me you want it!"

I looked at Marc to seek his approval and there was the slight inclination of his head and his smile that indicated that yes, I could answer Mr Brown.

"Yes" I said in a breathy voice. The words weren't coming out very well. "Yes I want you to fuck me hard. Please"

I heard Mr Smith give out a little sadistic laugh and looked at him to see him watching Mr Brown fumble around with his button down fly. I drew my gaze from the blond man and looked to see the big guy struggling to remove the biggest damn dick I had ever seen in my life. 

It must have been 11 inches long and nearly as fat as my wrist. It almost stood at right angles to his body it was obviously so heavy; and the mushroom shaped head was slick with nectar dripping from the end. It was the kind of huge veiny cock you see in porn movies, the kind I never dreamt would be ensconced in my pussy in reality.

I licked my lips, an involuntary but very Freudian reaction, and heard the familiar laugh of my man as he caught sight of what was about to invade his girl's slutty little pussy.

Mr Smith was urging me to stroke him faster, now excited himself, it would seem, by the sight of this magnificent specimen of manhood. My hand ran over his natural moistness lubing his shaft and making it easier to slide at a nice pace.

Mr Brown once more parted my red swollen pussy lips with his left hand and took a firm grip on the base of his cock with his right. As he placed the engorged head against my dripping opening he threw his head back.

"Shit! I might split this cunt!" he growled "Hold her leg up!" he directed to Mr Smith standing to his right.

Mr Smith took hold of my left ankle, running his hand up my sheer stockinged calf and back down to the strap of my black shoe and lifted my leg high and wide in the air. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions but my dance training ensured it was easily sustainable.

It's hard to describe that moment as he penetrated my hole with that torpedo head. I could feel the resistance at my entrance but my wetness took over and allowed him access, making a popping sound as it went in. He shuddered as he realised his head was now surrounded by my tight moist pussy and I slammed my right palm against the desk, thinking I would cum in an explosion there and then. 

My daze was broken by the sound of Marc's voice, and I opened my eyes to see him, sweat beading his top lip, his hair slightly damp. He was sitting slightly more forward now but still rubbing his cock rhythmically.

"How does he feel my slut? How does this big stranger feel inside you?" he panted.

"Incredible." I gasped. 

I couldn't say anymore because just at that moment my suited lover pushed hard into me, filling me completely, groaning and sweating with desire and the exertion of just one push.

"Oh fuck!" I cried "I'm gonna cum!"

I heard a mixture of laughs and Mr Brown say " Yes I bet you are you needy little whore. I've never fucked a cunt so desperate for cock, you slut! And fuck are you gonna get it!"

With this he pulled back and started to slam the entire length of this gargantuan tool into my tight but desperate hole. I'm sure I couldn't have taken it all but he was ramming me to the hilt, banging my tender G spot with every thrust.

He had removed his hand from my labia now and was holding my right leg high to get the best angle possible. He chose to wrap his enormous hand around my thigh...gripping the lace of my stocking top while he fucked me with such power.

"Jesus, that's beautiful. Fucking hell!" Mr Smith sighed as he helped me massage his cock with my trembling hand.

It must have been a mind-blowing scene to our onlooker, me, being held open on his desk, my arse rubbing against the shiny mahogany as I was pounded like a bitch. My blouse open and my nipples bitten and angry red. One guy inside me and the other thrusting his cock back and forth in my tiny hand, all the while screaming and thrashing my head from side to side.

My orgasm hit me like a train, full force, with each and every thud into the very heart of my snatch, I could feel the tell-tale pulsing as my thick hot juice was flooding this awesome member that I was impaled on.

I started to scream "Yes! Oh fuck me, yes! Fill me up! I want that huge load in my cunt!!"

At that moment Mr Brown slammed himself into me with all his might and I felt his cock twitch as it bottomed out.

"Shit. Shit. Shit." He chanted like a mantra. His seed exploding into my cunt with such ferocity I felt it forced back down his shaft to the entrance of my hole.

He leaned against me for a moment and placed a single kiss on the side of my neck. He smelt of the cologne my father wore, a strange realisation in such a wicked scenario. It only served to make me smile though.

Marc was smiling too when I finally managed to l

ook at him. Still leant slightly forward but now with both hands stroking his cock. He looked elated, proud, it made my stomach flip over.

"So, my friend" he sighed " what do you make of my nasty little cum slut?"

With this, Mr Brown lifted his head from my shoulder, lowered his eyes to where he was still inside me and with his hands against my pubis withdrew his still hard cock. Admiring it as it came out, covered in white shiny cum, a combination of both our seeds.

"Perfect. No man could wish for a better cunt to fuck, a more willing slut to abuse Thank you." The big fella replied.

"You are welcome of course" Marc replied, smiling "Although I would like you to do me a small favour. Have her jump down off that desk and bend over the corner. I want to see how dirty my wife looks with your spunk running out of her."

The gentlemen took one of my hands each and helped me down off the desk. It was almost poetic, like a classy dance move.

As I placed my feet shoulder width apart and moved forward to lean over the corner of the desk Mr Brown ran his hand from the nape of my neck down my spine and over my now red bottom. At this angle I would be able to see Marc's face as per his express wish and he would be able to see my arse and pussy.

I placed the flats of my forearms against the cool desk, my aching nipples brushed its surface and made me wince slightly. As I looked behind me Mr Smith was now stroking himself off while walking round to stand in front of me. Mr Brown was stood to the side of me but parting my pert little bottom cheeks with is strong hands.

"Come now beautiful slut" he smiled while he caressed me "Show your man your dirty gaping cunt that I've stretched and filled with my load. He wants to see what a good girl you've been taking it from a stranger. You really are a nasty little whore."

With this he pulled apart my cheeks and I could feel his sticky cum oozing from my still open pussy. I looked down to see some actually drip onto the floor. The squelching noises I was making made my cheeks red with embarrassment but when I looked over to where Marc was still pleasuring himself he mouthed "Its ok my pet" and continued admiring Mr Browns handywork.

I was suddenly conscious of Mr Smith being very close to my face. I was just the right height in this position, in fact, for his cock to be in line with my mouth. It was still rigid with its purple head leaking yet more precum, and the rest of the length coated in it.

" I want some attention now whore." He sneered " I just bet you love to suck. All dirty cunts like you love a face full of cock! Those pouty red lips demand I fuck your mouth til you taste my hot sperm. I want to see your face covered in it!"

I heard a groan from behind me and was conscious of something wet circling my tight little starfish. Shit! Mr Brown was going to tongue my tiny bum hole! I was aware of the soft moustache and beard teasing against my tender cheeks.

My excitement rose immediately and I opened my mouth willingly for Mr Smith's cock. He didn't waste any time with preliminaries just shoved his length in, making me gag. 

"Make it wet dirty slut" he panted.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and removing it from between my soft lips spat on the end and rubbed my saliva all over with my tongue. I slid my hand up and down his tool while sucking on the tip...tasting his salty precum. I rubbed it over my mouth making my lips all shiny and sexy with his nectar. I glanced sideways to the couch and Marc was on his feet now, thrusting his hips with both hands working his cock.

"I wanna see that cock in your cheek. I want to admire my sluts' mouth full of a strangers dick. Do it!" His voice was ragged and urgent.

I pulled Mr Smiths cock back into my mouth and angled my head to the side so that he was thrusting against my cheek.

"Oh Jesus you bitch, that is fucking hot!" he cried out.

Mr Smith then began to grunt carnally, and grabbed the back of my head with both hands and started to ream my mouth with all his might.

The combination of this and my arse getting an outstanding rimming from my other new friend, and knowing that the man I love was about to cum watching his ultimate fantasy was intoxicating.

I shifted from one elbow and put my right hand between my wet thighs to rub my clit furiously. I began to moan, a muffled cry because my mouth was full of dick and my knees began to tremble. Jesus I was cumming again!

The blond guy abused my mouth with as much force as he could muster, pulling my hair and hitting my throat with the head of his dick. I settled my gag reflex and took him, only occasionally balking when he went too far and revelled in the feeling of being used so wantonly. One strangers tongue in my arse the other's cock in my mouth.

I felt Mr Smith tense and braced myself for his release. He pushed his hips as far forwards as they could go, my nose nestled in his pubic hair as he was ready to shoot his cum. I moved my head back as much as the restriction would allow me and deflected the spunk off my tongue and away from my throat. He didn't have as much as Mr Brown but a nice tangy load filled my mouth and as he pulled out I let it slowly drip down my chin and onto my exposed breasts. The sticky cum making me feel filthy but incredible.

Quite without warning I heard a groan and felt a warm sensation up my back, seeping in through my untucked blouse. Mega dick had shot his bolt again. I was now covered in two strangers sticky cum and one of them had his load dripping from my dirty little cunt.

I turned just in time to see the man that had made this all possible approach me, the man I love. 

As I stood up, stepping away from the other guys, Marc wrapped his arms around my waist and kicked my legs apart with his foot. Sitting me back on the edge of the desk he pushed into me with one swift movement, filling me with his cum, filling the nasty stretched hole with his glorious seed. As he came he whispered in my ear " You dirty fucking slut! I love you!".

Nobody spoke while they caught their breath and adjusted their dress, Marc stepped forward and shook hands with both men.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you" he remarked.

With that they both left the office and we sank into the Chesterfield with fulfilled smiles on our faces. This was one night we would never forget.

"Marc" I smiled "You called me your wife! I'm not your wife!"

"You soon will be" he replied.