Chapter 12
The hour had come. Tom Griffith's executive orgy was slated to begin.
People invited assembled in the rooms earlier provided. Identification was checked at each door. Party crashers were not welcome. Fortified by cocktails and enticed by the imminent sex, they gladly shucked their formal attire. Nobody waited for the bathrooms; they undressed each other.
Dimmed lighting wiped out the last reservations about partaking in such an ordeal. Bulbs in lamps were replaced with lower wattage, or removed. The-likelihood of a sudden burst distracting someone at a crucial moment was reduced or eliminated. The shyest ones had dark corners in which to fuck.
Gasps drifted from the shadows. Closer inspection brought into view a moist snatch descending on a hard cock. The sound of moist flesh dividing perked more than a dozen ears. It was accentuated by a mouth puckering an erect nipple.
Two women shared a cock. Their tongues swept it from either side, layering it with spit. One kissed the bulbous head while the other lapped the balls. The man to whom that lucky dick belonged appreciably groaned, then pulled another woman to his face. She sobbed as he sucked the juices from her pussy.
Two men shared a woman. One installed himself in her mouth with gasping results. The other took her doggie-style, ramming into her snatch from the rear. His balls slapped her squirming buns, and his thrusts shoved the other man's cock deeper into her throat.
One woman lay on top of another, smashing their cunts together, stacking their tits. Their hips jerked synchronously, affording their clits maximum friction. Behind them, a man knelt, massaging his dick. He entered one, pumped her to his satisfaction, then withdrew. Seconds later, he stuck himself into the other. He switched between them, fucking both.
A man toured the room and stumbled upon a shapely pair of buns rising and falling atop a man. He glimpsed the thick cock protruding from those succulent pink lips, then those sumptuous cheeks kissing his balls. The woman whimpered as she sank onto that wide thing. He glimpsed the smooth legs draped over those hairy thighs.
Unable to resist, he began fondling himself. His dick pulsed in his urgent grip. His mouth watered at the sight of that wet pussy absorbing that chunky member. Her wrinkled anus seemed to call to him. Shedding his compunctions, he steered at it. Her butt hole widened at his push, then absorbed his stout helmet. The thin wall of her snatch bulged with the other man's cock, narrowing the space. He worked himself into it, causing everyone to cry out.
The woman riding her partner recovered and smirked over her shoulder. "Yeah, take my ass. Fill it."
At her proposal, he jammed her to the base. His balls touched those shivering buttocks. A smile creased his mouth, then faded as the woman moved her hips. The man beneath her gasped as she caused the dick to rub against his dick in her ass.
Women sucked cocks after they'd been in their pussies. They licked their own nectar from the head and veins, letting it mingle with their saliva. Men reloaded their vacant crevices with hard, pounding meat.
Some wanted their asses plugged. Pushing up their buns and spreading open their cracks, they offered their butt holes for penetration. K-Y Jelly was on hand for simplified entrance.
Several people were simultaneously linked. Women put both pussies and cocks in their mouths. They practiced the classic daisy chain, writhing as one.
Cum was spilled over tits, stomachs or faces. Cries erupted from obscurity, then gradually died. Nobody seemed to mind how things finished.
Allan stared contemptuously at Roxanne. She knelt before him, her wrists still bound. His cum dribbled from her nipples. He had just fucked her tits and shot all over them. While she smothered them in her sweaty cleavage, he'd gingerly enclosed her throat. Roxanne visibly enjoyed having him rub his thumbs over that delicate patch. Never did she register concern that he might cut off her breathing. Her pale blue eyes glowed with admiration and trust-the proper attitude of a newly recruited servant. "Then you agree that becoming president is not within your capacity?"
Solemnly she nodded. "Please, fuck me again."
"Not yet, slave. We need to go to the orgy. Our chairman expects our attendance."
She tried licking his cock. "No, I'd rather stay here."
A smirk evolved as he pulled away from her tongue's reach. "Will you wear a studded collar for me?"
She shivered and smiled. "Yes."
"I'll have one specially made. You'll wear it whenever told."
"I will, master."
He pointed to the door. "To the orgy, now. We must not be too late."
Roxanne dutifully got to her feet and reached for her crumpled gown. Never did she take her eyes off Allan. He sensed newfound respect in her demeanor.
Allan was pleased with the outcome of their session. Roxanne was his to command. She might have uncovered his passion for bondage, but he pinpointed her love for subjugation.
He would teach her well, going forward.
Dan Gaines chuckled at Roxanne's fate. The woman had always had a weakness for dominant men. He often glimpsed that in the past, yet wouldn't have guessed it could be utilized for reprogramming purposes. Roxanne appeared eager to satisfy their Operations Director.
Amber's tongue slithered over his cock while he monitored the activities in the various rooms. Buffy lightly sucked on his neck and ran her fingers through his furry matting. Heather occasionally licked his balls. In was a comfortable setting. He had no reason to leave such a cozy atmosphere and go to the orgy. He had every conceivable luxury in the hospitality suite.
Dan hadn't yet depressed the button that would transmit the various scenes from the dish to the satellite. He awaited Tom Griffith's entrance. Their chairman was being fashionably late. His sizzling offering to the cable-consuming public would lack the impact without Griffith. The masses needed to associate him with the featured decadence.
"Give me some," Heather demanded of Amber.
Amber relinquished his spittle-coated cock-head. Heather hungrily descended upon it.
Dan gasped as Heather pumped him with her sucking lips. She took most of him in one gulp, held her place, then gradually climbed. She secured her mouth below his jutting rim, then sucked hard.
He didn't think he could cum anymore, but the phone wenches managed to prove him wrong. Their mouths, pussies and anuses revived him.
He wondered where the hell Griffith was. He decided to search for him, via hidden camera. Numbly, he hit the remote and digested a scene in the main reception. The throng attending Brad Voight's party had tapered. Tom Griffith bade people a pleasant evening.
He came out of Heather's mouth and went into Buffy's. Her lips tightened around his cock, then made him slick. Her tongue flicked at his large vein.
"Come on, Griffith," he muttered under his breath, staring at the man's televised image. He wanted fast-paced action-and one hell of an expose.
Brad Voight shook hands with Tom Griffith. "It's been a long road. I wish you continued luck in bringing the company farther."
Griffith nodded. "I appreciate that."
The temptation to divulge the existence of the satellite equipment came and went. Brad found no reason to enlighten him. Who was he to interfere with divine justice.
He took Diana's hand and started toward the door. The party was over and it was time to go home. The final chapter of his involvement with Starbright Communications had been written. There was nothing left to say, nothing left to do. Griffith would go on from there, solo.
They walked up to the valet and summoned their car. While they waited for it, Brad turned and glanced at the dish. He had an afterthought about warning Griffith. If the man became embroiled in a scandal, the company's stock price would plummet. Brad, still a large shareholder, could ill-afford negative publicity. His own investment would depreciate. It hadn't occurred to him until that very moment.
"Darling, go ahead without me," he told his wife. "I've got some unfinished business to resolve."
"But, sweetheart-"
He kissed her. "I'll take a cab. It'll be all right."
Diana sighed, then nodded.
Brad returned to the reception area and learned that Tom had just departed for his private party. Swiftly, he headed for the elevators.
"Suck it, slave," Allan muttered. "Run your tongue all over it-not just the head. Wet down my balls, too."
Roxanne Hunter and Erin O'Toole knelt between his spread thighs. He'd directed both of them to pleasure him. Roxanne was already compelled to obey, but he was awed by Erin's willingness. Griffith's executive secretary gladly followed instruction.
Those electrical lips jolted Allan. His cock twitched within Roxanne's grip. A pearl of cum leaked from the tip. He groaned around Erin's flickering tongue. She explored his mouth while Roxanne massaged him. He groped Erin's tits, thumbing her enlarged nipples. His hand descended her silky planes. He sampled her smooth stomach and navel before reaching her red curls. Her sticky lips opened for him. Her pussy oozed with hot desire. He inserted a finger into her juicy center.
Erin shivered as he penetrated her.
Roxanne released his throbbing member. She licked the creamy seepage from his bloated crown. She kissed the head, then traced the fleshy rim with her tongue. Another bead of jism emerged from its slit. Roxanne promptly cleaned the drippage.
Allan, exhaling from her dash of saliva, raised his hips and aimed for her mouth. His cockhead disappeared in a frenzy of bubbles. Heat instantly engulfed him. "Yeah, slave. Eat it."
Roxanne slid forward, burying him in her face. His balls pressed against her chin. He went to the back of her throat, then retreated. Roxanne sucked him to the root. She rubbed the jutting vein of his underside with her bottom lip.
Erin eyed that mouth-filling dick. Lust swelled through her. She could practically taste it.
"Give her some, slave," Allan commanded. He didn't care that other people were within earshot. Her subjugation would soon become a matter of public record.
Erin settled beside Roxanne. Allan threw his legs apart, providing them ample room. She caressed his coarse thigh. Roxanne steered his dick to her lips. Erin tongued him slowly while Roxanne held him. She fluttered over his domed head. Roxanne's saliva mingled with hers. An unexpected shiver raced through her. Her lips covered his bulb. She sucked the remnants of her from him.
He cupped the top of Erin's head and pressed. She yielded to his push. More of Allan entered her mouth. She coasted down his length, increasing her intake. She washed him down in a rush of spit and fully absorbed that cock. He protruded from her moist lips.
"Damn," Allan groaned, ill-prepared for her ferocious suction. She latched onto him. He watched those luscious lips meet his wide base. His dick vanished in one continuous gulp. She lingered at the bottom for several heart-pounding moments before releasing him. His features contorted as she glided up and down his thing.
Roxanne carefully washed the tightly drawn pouch. She slapped one frothy layer over another. She even sucked his inner thigh, tasting hair and sweat.
When Erin's mouth came down, she did not displace Roxanne. She flicked near those sucking lips, greeting her. Erin, unruffled, briefly halted. She released her hold on Allan, disgorging his thick stem. Allan solidly protruded from Erin's face. Roxanne darted about, blending into Erin's saliva. Roxanne focused on the thick vein that ran the length of his cock. Erin eventually soared to his dome. Spit cascaded from the corner of her mouth. Roxanne gladly cleaned that foamy excess from his dick.
Erin unfastened her lips. His cock, soaked with drool, swayed for its next recipient. Roxanne manipulated him while dancing over his rubbery knob. She slid over Erin's glaze.
Erin tapped Roxanne on the shoulder. Roxanne automatically surrendered her thriving mouthful. Having achieved total relaxation of the muscles, her dislodging him was a mere twist of the lips.
He gazed at Erin's bobbing head as she gorged herself. He bulged from those luscious lips. He pushed more into her dazed expression, then groaned at her strong pull.
Allan fancied the thought of enslaving Erin O'Toole in addition to his induction of Roxanne. It immensely pleased him that he could manipulate those women to his darkest satisfaction.
Dan Gaines nearly blanched when he spotted Brad Voight leaving the elevator and calling out to Tom Griffith. Something told him Brad had caught onto his plan was about to spoil the fun.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, pulling away from Heather's tongue. "I've got to stop him." If Voight prevented Griffith from entering that room with his cameras poised for transmission, he would be robbed of the moment.
"Where are you going?" Amber whined.
Dan pushed them away and put on his pants.
Roxanne couldn't help noticing Erin's red thatch. Her cunt lips separated as she shifted about. Glistening pink flesh caught her interest. She smoothed a hand over Erin's shapely buttocks. Erin, busy with Allan, did not shrink from her intimate touch. Roxanne lowered her mouth to Erin's cunt and licked the juicy flaps.
Erin arched her spine. Allan's dick fell out of her mouth. Her sob ended in a smile.
Roxanne returned to that delectable patch. Pinning back Erin's folds, she stuck her wriggling tongue into her quivering center. Erin moaned. Her woman taste trickled onto Roxanne's extended tip. She drank the nectar that oozed from that warm groove.
Allan watched his slave lick Erin. His dick violently throbbed. He stroked himself, happy to see her going for it.
Erin rolled onto her back. Lifting her ass, she delivered a mouthful of cunt to Roxanne. She gorged herself on each serving. Her eyeballs rolled upward as Roxanne crammed her tongue into that moist hole. Her trim thighs trembled around her hungry face.
Roxanne downed all that she drew. Erin's pleasure flowed into her gulping orifice. Her red pubes tickled her as she fed upon her honeyed secretions.
Allan gently detached her. "Move over, slave. I want to fuck her."
Dazed from drinking those flavor-rich juices, Roxanne complied. Allan dragged Erin onto his lap. His heels sank into the mattress as she settled upon him.
Erin, woozy with joy, spread her legs wide for that vertical cock. Roxanne continued to provide additional lubrication with her saliva-rich tip.
Allan gripped Erin's waist and aimed from her squishy center. His bulbous head punctured those wet, puffy lips. He met with Roxanne's vigorous tongue whipping Erin into a frenzy. She brushed his dick with hot saliva. He stuck more of his shaft into that cunt, then clenched his teeth. Erin took him. Bearing down with his heels and reclaiming his breath, he jammed it into that tight pussy.
Erin moaned as Allan entered her. His size made her ache. "Oh, God, there's so much." Arching her spine, her mouth dropped open. The reach of Allan's cock took her breath. Swiveling her hips, she tried capturing more of it.
"That's right," Allan gasped. Perspiration dampened at his brow. His features screwed up as she ground herself to him. He helped her by jerking his hips. His cock sliced into a warm, clinging cunt. Slowly, they completed the connection. Her wet, juicy lips stuck to him. Erin smothered him in liquid heat. "Take it.
Take all of it."
Erin shivered when meeting his rock-solid base. Allan leaned into her soft mound, smashing his balls to her ass.
Roxanne lashed that emerging section of him. Allan protruded from Erin's gored cunt. Using her tongue, she traced the pink edging that cleaved to her master's dick. Her saliva oozed behind Erin's constricted flaps, greasing her for Allan's pulsing mass. Allan went in and out of that snatch with less struggle.
"Oh, yeah," Erin moaned, humping him. The diameter of his base no longer posed a problem. Her pussy kissed his balls. "Fuck me, Allan. Fuck me."
He seized Erin's slim waist and brought her down. His balls slapped her ass. "Here. Come back for some more." He slammed himself into the red-haired vixen, causing her to pitch. He pumped her without allowing a moment's recovery. That hot pussy swallowed him whole, sucking him into its oily warmth.
Roxanne was content doling out her frothy lashes, but Allan had other plans. He dragged her away from Erin's pulsing clit. "You're going to sit on my face, slave."
Roxanne offered no argument. In a burst of strength, he hauled her pussy to his mouth. They were in perfect alignment. That first curling slurp robbed her of oxygen; the second and third brought screaming. "Eat me, master. Eat my snatch. Suck my clit."
Roxanne rode his face. Temporarily forgetting that lodged member in Erin's cunt, she concentrated on his probe. Allan ate ravenously of her sugary pulp. Blindly, Roxanne humped that wriggling tongue. She sobbed as it fucked her.
Erin galloped on Allan's lap, gripping him in a delirious vise. That hard, burrowing cock was exactly what she needed. She brought her clasping lips down on that rigid thing. Unable to contain her ecstasy, she embraced Roxanne. Their mouths met and exchanged tongues. Roxanne's kiss fired her passion. Mewling, she ground herself to the cum-swollen balls.
Roxanne pressed herself to Allan's mouth. He jabbed his tongue into her cunt. She gasped from its delightful stretch. He circled her clit, assaulting it in the same serpentine fashion.
"I'm going to cum," she moaned, unable to shake the chills he delivered. "I'm going to cum."
Her announcement escalated his slurps. His ferocious suck sent her over the edge. Roxanne went hoarse, her vocal cords hurting from those guttural cries. She pelted him with her slick mound while in the throes of orgasm.
Roxanne slumped from his face just as Allan felt his jism cook. He was about to explode in
Erin's cunt. He hammered her with his dick, demanding she accompany him. The additional slamming was unnecessary. Erin had already achieved fulfillment. Her freckled face was riddled with contortions. She willingly surrendered to the onslaught.
Allan gushed into that contracting cunt. He thought he was going to pass out from the ferocity of his spasms. He couldn't recall cumming with such debilitating force.
"Griffith!" Brad yelled, arguing with the uniformed guard to permit him passage.
Tom Griffith, annoyed, turned around. His arrival at the orgy had been delayed once too often. He scowled at Brad Voight, whom he thought had gone. "What is it?"
"Are you aware of the equipment that's been planted in those rooms?"
"Equipment? What are you talking about?" Griffith motioned the guard, authorizing Voight's approach.
"There are cameras in there, and a satellite dish. Someone is broadcasting your little bash."
Voight's knowledge of his orgy aggravated him. Those invited apparently hadn't kept it to themselves. His insistence of unapproved transmission rankled him. "How do you know this?"
"I've been outside and seen the cameras."
Griffith, distrusting what Voight disclosed, threw open the doors. The floor was littered with people having sex. Women sucked the cocks that had just fucked them. Some kept working on them until they could reenter their pussies. Moaning echoed.
Voight, stunned by what he saw, ventured into the room. He stepped over furiously humping bodies. He spotted Roxanne Hunter and Erin O'Toole with Allan Forrest. From the sound of their breathing and their manner, they had simultaneously cum.
Dan Gaines burst into the room and sought out Voight. He noticed Griffith looking around, investigating Voight's claim. Dan, cursing his luck, balled his fist.
Behind him, Monique Griffith walked in. A fabulous designer coat draped her exquisite body. She snarled at the mass of writhing flesh, visibly sifting through the dimness.
Tom Griffith, frowning after exhaustively searching for some proof to back Brad's claim, saw his wife. "Well, it's about time you showed. I figured you weren't going to come."
After finding her prey, Monique's hand slammed into her purse and retrieved a gun. Fixed with a deranged look, she took aim.
"Not a cent more!" she declared, then fired.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Screams followed.