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OILING THE WHEELS OF INDUSTRY ?
"Go pick up the three guys from the airport - wine and dine them and whatever to keep them happy because we need their business.....here's the company plastic to pay for dinner and if we do the deal tomorrow you'll be on a big fat bonus OK ?!"
Some instructions from bosses aren't always easy but this one was hardly run of the mill so she readily accepted. She had only been in the job 3 months so was eager to please her new boss when he had rescued her from the hell of redundancy - her reward for twenty-two years of loyal service to her last employers. She felt he had given her a second chance - after all the corporate hospitality thing is a pretty girl’s domain not for a woman in her mid-forties.
With time to shower and change she decided that she still looked pretty good for her age and donned matching sexy black bra and panties, garter belt and sheer black nylon stockings which always made her feel confident, if not a little flirty. Her “little black number” still showed her ample bosom and legs off to best effect and the high heels gave her the poise to carry it all off. A few dabs of “Obsession” and she was away to Heathrow.
Her three contacts were due in from Houston and were to meet her boss in the morning to finalise what could be a very lucrative deal for her company which would see it join the big boys in its sphere of expertise. She knew that she could really play her part by taking care of these guys although not in a way she could possibly imagine. Her boss, now unavoidably detained, had left to her to add the glamour to the tradition of "oiling the wheels of industry".
As she waited in the airport lobby she wondered if any of them would be attractive.......who knows if there could be a little flirting romance in the air - it's funny how from the least expected avenues opportunities arise. While she daydreamed holding the sign with their company name on a tall, dark and very handsome young man approached and said
"Hi, I'm Larry, my friends are just on their way"
She introduced herself and thought how gorgeous he looked, judging his age to be about 25. But if he was gorgeous his colleagues were doubly so. Rick who was about 31 had longish but tidy brown hair and dark brown eyes and was easily 6 foot tall and the boss - Tom, was about 42 with thinning fair hair and blue eyes. He was no less attractive for his age - in fact he was very distinguished in a way only age and experience can give a man.
They were very friendly, in a non-sexual way, and put her at ease from the start. On the way to the car she apologised for her boss's enforced absence and explained that she was at their command for the whole evening to which Tom joked in a rather ambiguous manner that they'd have to take full advantage of her. They laughed at the intended entendre and she thought to herself that the evening wouldn’t be the chore she first thought it might be.
The first stop was a little pub on the way to the hotel…....she knew these cowboys worked hard and played hard and the long flight found them keen to try a traditional British pub. After a couple of drinks they decided to get to the hotel to shower, shave and get out of their suits into more casual attire. Tom asked her if she knew any good country and western bars........in London ??? was he kidding ??? They both laughed and she said she would see what she could find. As he walked off to his room leaving her in the hotel lobby she absent-mindedly began to wonder what he would be like “in the sack” - smiling to herself for using American vernacular to describe a bloody good shag.
In the hour they were gone she had found an appropriate theme pub which doubled as a rib joint within walking distance of the hotel. This was perfect because if she’d had too much to drink she could always book a room and drive them straight in to the office in the morning. Nothing worse than people getting “off their face” when you have to stay sober she thought. They all met up in the foyer and, wow…....they looked the part with smart cowboy attire on, Stetsons, embroidered shirts, lace ties and those sexy cowboy boots. She really started to stir inside the seeds of fantasy germinated.
The pub exceeded her wildest hopes for them and they were absolutely delighted with this regular all American “home from home”. It even had a little five piece “fiddle and guitar” band and a dance floor – it had been a long while since she had let herself go and it seemed that evening just kept on getting better. They were complete gentlemen through the whole evening making her the centre of attention. Later when the feet started flying they offered to teach her some of the simpler line dances and ignored her protestations of owning two left feet. She was having a wonderful time and it wasn’t costing a penny – she felt like the queen of these three willing subjects, and although they turned the heads of all the females there, amazingly they only had eyes for her such was her captivating nature. Some slower dances came around, (“the erection section” she used to call it in her younger days), and they all had turns with her. She got the chance to feel them close to and found herself, liberated by the alcohol, wanting each one in turn as her sexual drive started to manifest itself.
Typically, in London, the bar closed all too soon and not wishing to end the evening she willingly accepted their invitation of coffee at the hotel, after all she was going back there anyway to book a room. She had far exceeded the two units of alcohol that would have meant she was unfit to drive. Even as the offer was made she thought how coffee was a fabulous euphemism for partaking of pleasures of the flesh.
The foyer seemed virtually deserted and Tom casually suggested he would make her a coffee in his room. She enjoyed his company and still not wishing an end to the evening she gratefully accepted. The ascent in the lift seemed interminable and she felt herself start to moisten at the thought that she may actually end up in bed with Tom.
"Hey Tom surely you're not having her all to yourself ?" Rick said.
To which she couldn't believe she heard herself saying to Tom "I don't mind if you don't". He smiled knowing that coffee was the last thing she wanted and said "That's fine by me boys but just remember who's number one on the homestead !". Before she knew it all four of them were in the bedroom and she was being kissed passionately by Tom.......but he only had one pair of hands and she could feel others methodically undoing buttons, zips and clasps and gradually divesting her of her clothes. She now felt like the slut she wanted to be at that moment – she was hot and craved their animal lust.
They stripped her to her suspender belt and stockings in seconds and her whole body was smothered in wet kisses from three mouths and caressed everywhere by three pairs of hands. There was no shyness from these guys and none of her tingling body was untouched. It was dark which added to the giddiness of it all, she was laid backwards onto the bed and Tom, she thought, was working on her lips, ears and neck. Someone else was fondling and mouthing around her breasts and erect nipples and the other really naughty one, who for some reason she hoped was Rick, had already trailed his tongue around her groin and was now flicking her love bud while gently pushing two, three.….. four fingers into her soaking and very accommodating vagina. She touched male flesh everywhere and she happened upon a hot stiff penis and held onto it as if to urge the owner to put it somewhere more meaningful.
Her head spun with the breathtaking bliss, never before had she had anything other than one-on-one sex before. She briefly pondered on the danger of being out numbered by three strong men but the pleasure they imparted caused her let them do what they wanted – if they fucked her to death that night she would gladly let them. The sensations were overpowering and her tormented mind hardly knew which delight to concentrate on to give her her first orgasm, (of many). Ah, but the love bud gets it every time and whoever was down there knew exactly what to do. She climaxed a glorious climax, reaching down to pull the perpetrator's head harder into her hot gash. At the top end there was a general shuffling around followed by someone leaning over her guiding their long stiff cock into her mouth. She could smell it and feel the heat from it long before she accepted it gratefully and her left hand traced around their arse to tickle their balls from behind. Another hand had found hers and guided it to another hot length of throbbing muscle, not so long as the one she was orally working on but certainly very thick and she momentarily wondered how that would feel when it surely entered her. It must have only been minutes since she entered the room but suddenly she felt the "oral master" stretch up and slide his cock into her and did he mean business .....the thrusts were long, hard and fast and she was almost gagging trying to get enough breath to keep up with him while she had that throbbing penis in her mouth. Again her mind spun as her climax approached but she still had time to wonder which one of her "suitors" would cum first. She had her answer just as she shuddered with her own orgasm. (Thankfully it was the one who was fucking her as he tensed and his motions stopped to spit his searing white heat into her greedy cunt. Had it been the one in her mouth she could have choked trying to swallow and breath deep at the same time.)
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