Chapter 6
Erin O'Toole surreptitiously flirted with the two young men from Accounting. Mark Albert-son and Tim Haas usually put in long man hours at their desk, storing sugar-rich snacks in their drawers for sustenance. She suspected that her sudden appearance in their area also restored their flagging energy. Their conspicuous appreciation for her set of curves stroked her ego.
The strapping fellows nursed their beers and ogled her. She glanced at them across the room, cognizant of their interest. They silently conveyed that should she have need of their services, they would gladly oblige.
They held Brad Voight's bon voyage bash at the Grand Marquis, the city's finest hotel. At Tom Griffith's nod, she spent a fortune in providing their departing president a lavish celebration. Starbright contracted a popular band, the Chameleons, to provide the music. Erin made eyes at the drummer-a long-haired stud who returned her sultry gaze. Because she had never made it with a musician, her curiosity ran rampant.
Remembering her role as hostess, she refrained from loose behavior. As Griffith's executive secretary, she was expected to coordinate the festivities. She made the requisite rounds, ensuring that the bar had the promised inventory of brand-name labels and that the hors d'oeuvres were continually replenished. She drifted from circle to circle, reassuring herself that the attending guests were satisfied. She expertly handled all aspects of the gala event. Brad would have no complaint, given her attention to detail.
Straight from the brain-scrambling blow job she had given him in his office, Tom Griffith looked rejuvenated. He looked every bit his dashing self, exhibiting a courtly manner and very much resembling a corporate leader. Erin smirked. She gladly serviced her boss. The man paid her well. Even if he hadn't, he usually gave her great sex. Her girlfriends couldn't boast having the same perks.
She avoided angering or annoying him. Having been in his employ three years, she learned his pet peeves and respected them. Tom Griffith was a complex man with myriad interests. Processing his correspondence and answering his phone widened her knowledge base in the cable television industry. It also afforded her an intimate glimpse of his off-the-record transactions. Through the years, he accepted and paid bribes. He controlled pricing of various premium services-a definite "no-no" from the government's perspective. Some were forced to declare bankruptcy after having fallen out of Griffith's favor. Her boss wielded that kind of power.
Tom Griffith couldn't afford to get rid of her. She knew where he kept the skeletons. For added insurance, she copied incriminating documents and placed them in her safety deposit box. Trusting her implicitly, Griffith didn't have the slightest inclination she secured such coverage. Erin had no intention of using them against him unless given no other option.
For now, things were copasetic. She couldn't have been happier.
She gazed at the tall, young accountants. Their naked expressions followed her, their desire highly visible. She had a weakness for such raw, studly talent. The enthusiasm of such horny lads stirred her. Her pussy tightened at the thought of submitting to all that fierce, male energy.
During the course of the average day, she cultivated those fantasies. Erotic daydreams about sexually appealing coworkers were the secret ingredient of one's motivation. People meshed better when that element existed. The designs behind those lingering smiles amounted to the same.
Erin, acquainted with those reveries, and figuring that the extensive liquor supply would nourish much imagery, secured a bank of rooms in the hotel. Keys to those rooms awaited selected officers of the company. Griffith, aware of the rooms, pronounced Erin's judgment a stroke of genius. Exploring the sexual chemistry among the troops interfaced well with his plan for an orgy later in the evening.
Naturally, she had reserved a master suite for that.
She had arranged to check the hotel's accommodations at some point. Having garnered the attention of two promising hunks, she saw no reason to delay her inspection.
Erin crooked her finger at the two accountants and engaged them with a "come-hither" look.
Mark Albertson, groaning, pressed his head into the pillow. His crystal-blue eyes moistened and his mouth twisted as Erin licked his balls. His smooth chest expanded and contracted from the exploits of her busy tongue. Dark-brown hair of medium length slipped from his damp forehead. He studied the flash of pink that made fluttering contact with his taut pouch, then ran up his engorged cock.
"Fuck," he gasped through clamped teeth. He clenched his fist, digesting those luscious sensations. Erin whipped back her mop of red hair, brushing his smooth, muscular legs. Propped up on her elbows, he was able to glimpse those rigid nipples on her plump tits. Making it with a redhead always turned him on. He enjoyed her milky skin, the profusion of freckles and the shyness that blossomed into wild abandon.
Watching a redhead suck his dick sparked a favorite fantasy. The fact it was Erin O'Toole, Griffith's mouth-watering henchwoman, made him even more stiff.
A recent college graduate, he never thought he'd get so lucky. He often salivated at the woman, yet took for granted that she had a boyfriend and wouldn't ever end up in his bed. Observing her with her tongue on his cock discarded that theory. She had happily consented.
Tim Haas, equally handsome, lowered his tongue into Erin's crack. Those sumptuous butt cheeks captivated him. He pulled apart her buns and thoroughly licked the lips of her pussy. Her honey-laced folds elicited his groan. He couldn't get enough of their sugary taste. Errant hairs feathered his path, yet he continued slurping her.
Erin purred from Tim's lap job. She beamed at the tall, sandy-haired young man. Another recruit with an accounting degree, he had expert cunniligual skills. She suspected he had a flair for the oral. She loved his blue eyes, his furry chest, arms and legs. His hands were large, easily encompassing her waist. The size of his cock made her giddy. He was everything that she had hoped for.
For that matter, so was Mark.
She scattered more foamy spit over his balls. His vein-laden shaft heavily curved with excitement. He had considerably grown since her first dart. Her coy licks severely enlarged his cock.
Mmmmm, she whimsically thought. He was, indeed, a big guy.
Tim stuck his tongue into her pussy and vigorously explored it. She shivered from that his furious squirming. In and out of her succulent crevice, he went. He molded his lips to her quivering flesh and sucked. More of her tart seepage came. His extraction of it prompted more sobbing.
"You're delicious," Tim muttered before taking another mouthful of her. "God, I love eating pussy."
Erin, glad to hear that, offered some husky advice. "Make it wet for your huge cock."
"It'll be my pleasure."
Erin stared at Mark. His Adam's apple moved during her intense study. She had just completed a thorough coat. His dick strained from her bustling tongue activity. She graced his vein-bulging surface with feline care. Having dispensed with the preparatory, she rose to the tip of his cock. Her mouth opened for that wide, domed head.
Mark gasped from the heat before her lips touched him. They snared him, then tightened. Slowly she sank. "God," he grunted, unable to handle her sluggish intake.
Erin took delight in swallowing him. His jaw dropped as she gulped his cock. Apparently, he didn't think she could cope with so much. Precum rinsed her palate, mingling with her own fluids. She sucked, hungry for more.
"Yeah," he gasped, as she worked her way to his bottom. Her lips engulfed him in a rippling surge of heat. His heels dug into the mattress as he lifted himself. He met her feverish suck. "Yeah. Eat it."
Behind her, Tim became adventuresome. Having rinsed her pussy with hot drool, he decided to rim her. He pierced her wrinkled hole with his tongue, then descended it. Erin's muffled cry spurred him. Her mouth was full of Mark. She couldn't readily voice her euphoria.
Although he lacked an intimate familiarity of her preferences, he suspected she had a kinky side.
He speared her anus, drawing out her sublime pleasure. Erin's buns shifted to simplify his entrance. He reached deeply into that ass, lubing it with spit. Each pass of his moist tongue prepared her rear entry.
Erin buried Mark in her face. Her nose touched his dark pubes. She inhaled his masculine scent while skimming his sinew-rich thighs. Holding him in her throat, she thrashed his large vein with her tongue. Mark's chin went up and his eyes appeared to lose focus as she subjected him to that exquisite torture. She sucked harder than before, giving him every reason to explode. He repelled her efforts. His creamy goo did not flood her cheeks as anticipated. His determination amused her.
He would not retain it for long.
Her lips came off his cock. Her saliva dribbled down its sides. She took it in her fist and primed it. He throbbed in her heated grip. She returned the bulbous head to her mouth and plunged halfway down. Her slender fingers, clasping his trunk, pulled.
"Christ." Mark's head slammed into the pillow. He could feel her suck down to his toes. That mouth and fist were a lethal combination, tugging at his skin. "Yeah, baby. Keep it going. Don't stop."
Erin hadn't even considered it. Testing his prowess fascinated her. She hoped to either make him quickly spew, or show her what he was made of.
Tim aligned himself with Erin's backside.
His dick ached from being so stiff. Watching her blow his partner was more than he could mentally process. When he and Mark had exchanged comments about Griffith's curvaceous secretary, each had pledged his right nut to have her. Now that she offered herself, there was no curbing the burning urge in his loins. He yearned to get inside that drenched pussy.
He never doubted penetration would be easy. Framing those luscious cheeks, he parted them with his thumbs until displaying her lips. Some of his bubbly saliva oozed from her pink center. He planted the knob of his cock into that juicy groove, then pushed.
Erin moaned. Tim leisurely entered her. She stopped sucking while his hard dick filled her snatch. That long, rigid shaft burrowed into her warm, wanting hole. Her knees pressed into the mattress, shaking, as he charged through her hot squish.
Tim watched that red mop of hair tumble over Mark's lap. He glimpsed her freckled shoulders and creamy back. She had an excellent body. The tiny waist dramatized her hourglass dimensions.
He dragged her to him, pressing those sweet crescents to his groin. Groaning, he went right up her middle. His balls tapped her ass. Gasping, he eased himself from her slimy grip. Those cunt lips puckered him, refusing to let go.
He rammed into that sodden enclosure. Her pussy noisily took him to the hilt. Her damp walls closed over his dick, providing that breathtaking squeeze. The titillating slap of flesh followed.
"Yeah," Tim grunted, hugging her soft flesh to his starved body. Clutching her mound, he flattened himself to her warm crack. His balls strained at her sopping entrance. He couldn't fit an inch more into that tight cunt. "Oh, yeah."
Erin sobbed as he pumped her. Tim tried not to be rough, but couldn't help it. That pussy ferociously sucked his cock. His will power was gone. He crammed his dick into it, rubbing the lowest part of her snatch.
Mark watched Tim's features redden as he fucked Erin. Sweat darkened his hairy chest. Her rump bounced off him. He shifted to her freckled face. She appeared at the height of ecstasy, reflecting total contentment. Her ass even appeared to move enthusiastically toward him. Their loud, juicy connection excited him.
Tim's thrusts did not break the continuity of Erin's mouth nor fist. Her lips stayed tight and fixed on milking him. Mark groaned as she went down on him. She sucked strongly, causing his cum to churn. His balls tingled with the burden he carried.
"Ohhhh," Erin moaned, withdrawing her lips. Tim gave her more and more. She could scarcely concentrate while he drove into her. She massaged Mark, keeping him totally erect. Greased with spit, he whisked through her frantic clench. His cock was like steel.
She covered him with those wet lips, and treated him to some lively tongue. Up and down that clasping mouth went, thinning his defenses. She hummed against his trapped member, driving him nuts. Those hot, sucking lips shrank around him. He submitted to one stunning yank followed by another. Her hand supplied what her mouth couldn't.
The sound of Tim's balls striking Erin's ass clinched it for him. Sweat dripped from his friend's brow. Gasping loud, he hammered that pussy and appeared to be at the finish line.
"Oh, fuck." Mark gasped. He couldn't handle it a second longer. His dick was on fire. Flames licked from his balls to this tip as his molten lava jetted. Spurting into her mouth, he flooded her cheeks with hot jism. "Fuck. Arghh. Ughhh."
Erin captured every creamy drop. She secured her lips and siphoned his wad. Sucking and squeezing, she milked his gushing cock. There wasn't a lingering globule left when she was through.
Mark emptied his lungs as he discharged. That warm, gobbling receptacle blew his mind and displaced his thoughts. Shutting his eyes, he collapsed against the pillow.
Witnessing Mark's gut-wrenching orgasm set off Tim. He had felt Mark's trembling through Erin. When she sealed those lips and sucked him dry, he experienced some of that shaking. His heart was beating so rapidly, he believed it skipped a few.
"Oh, man." Tim pulled out and aimed for those heart-shaped cheeks. Her juices coated his whole cock. Growling, he squirted all over her gorgeous butt. "Arghh. Arghh." After shooting his wad, he slid his thing over the mess, smearing her buns.
Erin moaned. Tim had gotten her off, but probably didn't realize it. That rapid-fire pump had done it. Jamming her pussy, he made her cum. Braced on elbow and knee, she contended with that sweet dizziness arising from orgasm.
Whew! She saw it happening, but hadn't expected it to be so gratifying. The guy was pretty good in the sack.
Mark stirred, regaining his strength. Those blue eyes slowly snapped back into frame. Though exhausted, he managed a faint smile. "That was incredible."
"Yeah," Tim said, breathing normally. "Absolutely unforgettable. You were more than enough woman for the two of us."
Erin glanced at Mark's deflated cock. Tim's sat on her ass, in a pool of jism. Mischievously, she picked up Mark's dick and turned to claim
Tim's. "We're not through," she told the young men while stroking the two cocks to life. "I want a little more of you."
Mark chuckled. "How? You drained us."
"Yeah," Tim piped in, "we're busted."
"Not quite."
Mark grinned. He knew the chick was wild, but not insatiable. He sincerely doubted he could perform again for quite a while.
Tim gasped. He believed her effort futile, but let her try. He needed a chance to recoup.
She manipulated each with her fist. In spite of their pessimism, they grew in her jerking clutch. Tim was cum-sticky, Mark saliva-slick. They responded to her light, female approach.
Mark sucked air through his teeth. Her electric touch aroused him. Her impish smile affected him, too. Those full, sensual lips baited him. He thickened in her clasp-indeed capable of going another round.
Tim swelled through Erin's fist. All that tugging exacted its toll on him. He detected her urgency and promise of better things.
Still holding Tim, she swung a leg over Mark and straddled him. Sighing, she eased his hard dick into her snatch. Tim knelt beside them, enjoying her grope.
She began humping Mark. By rising and falling with purpose, she showed him how deeply she still lusted for him. Their eyes locked.
Mark peered at her, nearly forgetting Tim. Those emerald spheres mesmerized him. The spray of freckles, the sculpted features, the perfect breasts.. .he liked the complete package. Most of all, he savored the pussy gripping him. He couldn't accept how tight she still was. Tim had just fucked her. She shouldn't have been so snug.
He comprehended how stiff he was. He lengthened in Erin's expert care. His renewed vigor surprised him. Her soaked folds steadily brushed him, affording him that deep, satisfying rub.
Tim swayed. At the sound of Erin's pussy on Mark, he looked. Seeing those lips expand at the base of his upright cock, he got even hornier. Mark was fairly thick, yet he contained himself.
Erin comfortably took him. She lifted and dropped herself onto him. He glimpsed Mark's balls beneath her ass.
He recalled the sensation of being encased in that wet, clinging pulp, and throbbed. His dick twitched within her stimulating clasp. Her fingers were an inadequate substitute after having shoved his way to the bottom of that snatch.
Erin abruptly turned. "Now," she hoarsely instructed Tim, "put your cock in my ass." Mark stared at her. "Hey, I'm inside you."
Erin caressed his cheek. "I want you at the same time."
"It's going to get too crowded," he complained.
She shook her head. "It'll be even more fun."
Tim was willing to try. Stroking his engorged cock, he examined her anus. The prospect of boning her cute ass made him crazy. He yearned to pound those buns into submission.
Mark gritted his teeth as Tim sank into her butt. His dick hardly left him any room. "God damn."
Tim, oblivious to Mark's discomfort, crammed himself into her dark channel. It was the place where he most wanted to be.
"Fuck me," Erin sobbed. "Fuck me."
Mark gasped as Tim bulged through the thin barrier that separated her pussy from her ass-hole. He scraped against him, stroke after stroke. Mark froze, unable to move. He couldn't escape the heated friction. He glimpsed Tim's animal expression beyond Erin's shoulder. His friend's eyes were shut while he fucked.
Groaning, Mark's head pressed into the pillow. He forced himself to stare at Erin. Her green pupils glimmered. She ran her tongue over her lips, keeping them moist. Her soft exhalation told him of her enjoyment. Receiving double cock apparently thrilled her.
Discounting his submerged pal, Tim plunged into Erin's butt cheeks. The effort of overcoming that clench caused him to heavily sweat. He pumped Erin with everything he had, letting his balls spank her.
Erin whimpered. Tim's continuous hammering subdued Mark. She discerned the savage beat of cock. Tim's rear delivery might have bombarded Mark, but it didn't affect his hard-on. He kept providing something stiff to fuck.
She surrendered to them, pushing in both directions. Solid cock filled her. Tim stuffed her rectum, Mark her cunt. She writhed, enjoying the result. Their balls alternately smacked her ass.
"Do you like it?" she asked Mark.
"Go easy, man," he griped to Tim. "You're pushing me out of her."
Tim, ignorant of his friend's situation, packed Erin's butt. Her anus yielded a ticklish squeeze. In and out of it he slid, partaking of its gratifying nip.
Mark's grumbling lapsed into a series of gasps. He had no control over his buddy's abandoned jamming. A carousel of tits and pussy floated through his mind.
Erin lay across his heaving chest. Her big tits billowed out before rock-hard nipples stabbed him. She brushed his lips, then inserted her tongue into his mouth. They kissed passionately, darting within each other's cheeks. She almost erased the pestering conflict of Tim's planted dick.
"Oh, yeah," Tim groaned, shoving himself into Erin's rear. "I'm deep inside your butt, and it feels so good."
He stared at how he protruded from her luscious rump. His dick extended from the tiny hole. When he pushed forward, it was gone, save for his sandy-colored pubes. Below, he could see Mark sticking out of her cunt. She glazed his dick with her juices. Periodically, Mark crammed himself between those soaked lips, but for the most part, deferred all movement to Tim.
Tim fondled Erin's silken thighs, which were draped over Mark's muscular ones. He sawed into her ass, mulling over his situation. He was butt-fucking the chairman's secretary while she sat on his pal's cock.
Tim pumped her faster, caught up in the excitement of their threesome. Erin registered no complained. Clearly, she loved the double serving.
"Christ," Tim groaned. "I think I'm gonna cum."
Erin detached herself from Mark. "Do it, baby. Cream in my ass."
He gave her what she asked for. His hips functioned like a piston, sending his length into that cramped orifice. The skin of his dick bunched before he descended into her. He gritted his teeth, dragging air into his lungs.
"Yeah, baby," he muttered, unable to stop. He nailed those buns with all his might. "Take it from me. Take the rest of my fucking jizz."
Erin's hips snapped with life. She offered him a stimulating target. He pumped that tiny hole, seeking relief. It crushed him.
"Oh, man," Mark grumbled, squirming on the bottom of the heap. His handsome features grew misshapen as Tim's momentum intensified. He shut his eyes and exhaled through clenched teeth. "I can't hold out, baby. Gonna cum, too."
Erin climaxed between the convulsing pair. Tim popped off in her ass, feeding creamy excitement to her bowels. Mark spasmed in her pussy. Their dicks jerked and spurted.
"Yes," she whimpered, receiving the sum of their passion. "Oh, yes."
The room echoed with their frenzied gasps.