Chapter 7
Dan Gaines sensed things weren't going as he had earlier envisioned. Tom Griffith gave no favorable signs that he was his man, the successor to the throne. He initiated no eye contact, gave no telling nod. Dan had hoped Griffith would stride purposely to him, shake his hand and mutter, "You're it." That didn't happen.
Instead, the egomaniacal chairman appeared much more conversant with Roxanne Huntera definite indication. Dan tried to draw him from that cozy circle, and failed. Griffith preferred the company of the shapely director. Glumly, Dan saw the underlying reason.
Why should he want a woman for president? She was too inexperienced, her product knowledge shallow and pathetic, her network of contacts small and unimpressive. Besides, Roxanne was a phony. She was relegated a figurehead in her post, her command of the research material her group generated laughable.
Obviously, Griffith didn't care. Dan spotted his rationale. The man wanted a puppet, and through Roxanne, would reestablish control. Voight's brilliance previously eclipsed him. He stole his thunder, his spotlight. Griffith wished to reclaim both by installing someone he could manipulate. He craved absolute power.
In that regard, Roxanne would serve him well. The buxom blonde was a sexual athlete to boot. Dan had frequently enjoyed her wares. They'd been discreet lovers, their affair running hot and cold. She couldn't put him on a leash as she had others-Dan was much too independent. In a boardroom, she reigned supreme, almost omnipotent. When Dan got her between the sheets, he made it clear her executive standing didn't matter. He treated her like any other woman he had taken to bed. The lack of special handling and respect rankled her, yet she could deny him nothing. Dan forever pleased her in the sack. He made the earth move, and was acutely aware of it.
No, he thought, studying those sumptuous buns in her figure-clinging gown. She had always loved the fucking, possibly more than most.
People dutifully played homage to Brad Voight. Dan watched as many spoke with him, seeking pearls of wisdom or anecdotes. Voight offered that variety. With his beautiful wife draped on his arm, he gladly catered to his appreciative audience.
Tom Griffith and Roxanne Hunter created their own scene. Dan heard the two laughing. Griffith's smile held through Roxanne's tickling giggle. In true vixen form, she swung her huge breasts for his visual delight. Her tantalizing cleft was essentially hypnotic.
There was no hope of separating them. The die was cast, the wheels turning.
Dan grimly contemplated his auxiliary plan. He didn't want to use it, but Griffith forced his hand. His boss hadn't an inkling exactly which measures he had secretly taken. Had he guessed, he might have suffered a massive coronary.
"Where can I make a private call?" he asked a cute waitress traversing the room with a tray of bottled beers.
"There's a hospitality suite on the top floor. You'll find several phones."
He tossed her a wink. "Thanks."
The young woman instantly brightened. Dan could charm the pants off most females. He attributed their willingness to shed their clothes to his movie-star looks. Getting laid was never a problem.
If he could use his prowess to win as president, he would have clubbed the opposition. Dan found the suite vacant. Many guests had congregated to the adjacent bar in the hotel lobby. Traveling twelve floors was more an inconvenience.
He went into the bedroom and closed the door. He refrained from locking it. His call would be brief, yet pivotal. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he dialed the number.
He spoke quietly into the mouthpiece after connecting to his desired party. "It's me. Have you installed the equipment? Excellent. What about a clear reading from the satellite? Do you have an adequate handshake? Remember, we want a-"
A slender finger depressed the hook, abruptly cutting him off. Dan whirled about and found Heather, Buffy and Amber, the gals from the switchboard. Due to their sauciness, Dan affectionately dubbed them the "phone wenches."
"I've always wanted to do that," Heather, a tawny-haired tigress, remarked. "After answering thousands of calls and dealing with rude people, it honestly felt good."
"We're not permitted to show an attitude," Amber, a fetching brunette, elaborated. "Company policy."
"Come on, Dan," Buffy, a stunning redhead whined, "we left business at the office.. . "
Dan sighed with relief. Presumably, none caught his arrangements on the phone. He noted the cocktails they had carried from the main floor. The scent of liquor laced their breath. The trio appeared tipsy-the best condition he could have bargained for.
He flashed his signature grin. "That was a very naughty thing to do," he cheerfully admonished. "I ought to spank you for that."
Heather shoved her luscious boobs at him. Although they weren't as nice as Roxanne's, he liked them. "We need more than that."
Buffy sensuously brushed his lips. Dan opened his mouth for her flickering tongue. Amber loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her feline touch excited him.
Dan yielded to the flutter of hands pushing him onto his back. The babes typically flirted with him, but never hinted at group action. Alcohol heavily influenced their abandonment. The titillation of a company party in a classy hotel apparently had gotten to them. It prompted many wicked notions, to which they were open.
Having suffered through the recent humiliation of Griffith's courting Roxanne, he happily submitted to their devilish whims.
Buffy explored the inside of his mouth while Heather unzipped his fly. Amber peeled the buttons of his shirt, then ran her fingers through the dense carpet that matted his chest. Their squeals echoed.
"You're all-man, baby," Heather pronounced, studying the goods she found. He bulged through his bikini briefs, and even protruded from the side. "Mmmmm. Look at him, ladies. He's got a serious boner."
"I'll say." Amber lowered her tongue and lashed his bulbous head.
Dan groaned inside Buffy's mouth. Those serpentine licks radiated sweet chills. His crotch heated up fast.
Heather dragged off his trousers. She smacked her lips at the sight of him in the buff. Dan was everything she dreamed. The tales exchanged among the secretaries weren't the least fabricated. "We're going to live out our wildest fantasies with you, Dan. Here. Now."
A pair of saliva-drenched lips enclosed the upper half of his cock. Dan gasped from their eager attachment. He couldn't tell if it was Heather or Amber. Buffy blocked his view. Unable to identify the creator of that exquisite function, he merely lay back and enjoyed. The pull she exerted nearly left him dazed. Adding to the equation was a lingering slurp to his balls.
Damn he thought, two tongues. A set of spittle-spreading tips for his individual pleasure. They licked and sucked him so sweetly.
He hardened in the young woman's mouth while her accomplice moistened his taut pouch. Hot breath filtered over his groin. The spill of hair and an occasional bump of a bare tit to his thigh almost fried his senses. They were getting out of their clothes and joining him, naked.
It was outstanding head-whoever gave it. Those lips took him in large increments. Back and forth they drove, devouring him to the root. The other babe mouthed his sac, soaking him in bubbly warmth.
Buffy finally ended their extended kiss. He gazed down his front and saw two piles of hair strewn over his lap. Heather was the first to whip back her tawny mane, shoving his cock in her mouth. Amber ogled him while sliding her tongue wildly over his balls.
While he watched them orally perform, Heather discarded her frilly slip and brought out her large, mouth-filling tits. The nipples protruded like bullet shells, disclosing her advanced state of excitement.
"Suck them," she demanded, leaning at him.
Dan latched onto a heavy stub. He encircled the pink base, then teethed it. Heather shivered as he tugged upon her. He washed her nipple in tingling foam, then licked it clean.
"Oh, yeah," Heather purred.
Buffy and Amber began passing him back and forth. He went into one mouth, then the other. The variation of tongue and suction kept him at a throbbing swell. His dick furiously pulsed with each change. He listened to their drooling noises while doing Heather. The bustle of lips, the trace of tongue and the swallowing sounds brutally stirred him.
"He's yummy," declared Amber after she released him.
Buffy gingerly tongued the head, sponging that bubbly conglomeration. "Mmmmm. like I never imagined. Who knew he had a big one like this? God. He's huge." She opened her mouth for his plump head.
Dan gasped as she hungrily contained him. Buffy pulled and sucked while lashing his main vein. She nearly handicapped his staying power. A few more seconds of that brisk activity, and he'd explode.
Amber pushed her away. "Hey, don't be a hog, Buffy. Save some for me."
Buffy reluctantly surrendered him. Amber's suction became just as difficult to resist. The urge to withdraw from her cum-saturated cheeks gnawed at him. Only by the thinnest margin of strength did he overcome it.
Heather streamed through the manly fuck on his chest, swerving to his navel. Her jaunt across his rock-hard abdominals precipitated a hot shiver. "You are just a hairy beast, Dan."
"Yes," Buffy declared, combing the rough coverage on his thighs. She noted the dark fleece on the back of his hands, curling around his wrists. His powerful forearms were amply blanketed, too. The contrast of his furry hide to her smooth, tanned flesh heightened her arousal. Buffy enjoyed the difference between man and woman-particularly south of the belt buckle.
Buffy licked Dan's balls while Amber sucked. She observed the flow of lips on his cock. Amber's cheeks expanded from her intake.
Amber gazed at Buffy's animated tip, then peered more closely into her eyes. The women shared a moment of intense closeness. Dan came out of Amber's mouth so Buffy's tongue could go in. Kissing, they pressed their tits together.
Dan witnessed their surge of passion. Wow. He'd never seen them do that. He hadn't remotely expected that such freedom of expression sparked in their minds.
Giving her nipples a tongue-bath no longer satisfied Heather. She stood on the bed, then spread the lips of her pussy. "Come on, baby," she huskily said, "let's get some mileage from you elsewhere."
She aimed for his face. That snatch connected with his opened mouth. Eagerly, she smashed herself between his sucking lips and prompted him by jerking her hips. Dan sprang into action, sucking the juices from it. Heather's delicious tang coursed down his throat. He drew the nectar from her cunt while inducing her to moan.
"Yeah, baby," she whimpered, feeling the force of his suck. He siphoned her secretions, gulp after gulp.
Dan delved into the arrangement of pink flesh. At his prod, more of her tart leakage escaped, spilling onto his tongue. He puckered her snatch and sucked harder, draining its sweetness. Heather's tawny-framed cunt kept replacing the extracted honey.
Her feverish sobs ferociously turned him on. His stimulation revolved around a woman's moan.
Buffy climbed onto his lap while he gulped Heather's spicy treat. Her wet and snug pussy enclosed him. He gasped as she slid down it. His knees came up, forming a backrest. That cunt, stuck to his bone, settled upon him. He elevated his hips, feeding her every pulsing bit, molding his balls to that fine ass.
"Ohhhh," Buffy moaned, grinding herself to his wide stem. His cock, jammed in her pussy, felt terrific. "Ohhhh. Oh, yeah."
Amber watched her hump him. Buffy's moist snatch absorbed his chunk of meat. Her adrenaline surged at the disappearance of his large dick. She saw, at close range, how those sodden flaps greased him. Unable to suppress her appetite, she licked Buffy's coating from his cock. She tasted her own spit, and her girlfriend's, mingled with those juices. Lapping carefully, she cleaned Dan. She got not only his shaft, but balls, too.
Dan trembled from the grip of Buffy's pussy, then the dance of Amber's tongue. Heather's succulent folds stifled his groan. She stuffed his mouth and rode his face. He fondled the crescents of her shapely ass while she seductively moved.
Buffy arched her spine, then slammed down on Dan's balls. The prickly hair on his legs scratched her bare thighs. She heard her loud, wet mouthfuls of him when she sat. His dick climbed high into her hot squish, pummeling her.
Before her, Heather's sumptuous ass swayed. Dan, his hands all over it, groped the firm cheeks. She heard his noisy consumption, too. Dan drank deeply from her flaming loins. The sounds he produced increased her horniness.
Amber saw his cock go into Buffy. Her cunt, in squeaking descent, expanded at his thick trunk. She wiped her juices over his tense skin. Pushing down, struggling for every conceivable inch, Buffy moaned. That hard dick took the wind out of her. Her battle appeared to jointly exhaust and excite her.
Buffy's low-pitched sob turned Amber on. She longed for her turn to sit on Dan and enjoy that solid, penetrating bone. Dan had a sexy cock-tall and wide, with big balls. She anticipated his tunneling into her sensitive mush, nudging and filling it until she spasmed. Judging from Buffy's consistent moan, Dan felt very good between her legs. She watched her little butt climb and descend, her pussy widening for that rigid shaft.
Amber could not withhold her tongue another second. A shiny film varnished Dan's cock. Sliding over the pussy-sluiced surface, she cleaned his dick. Buffy's cunt soaked him. Her nectar sprinkled her taste buds. She extracted her delicious evidence from that rigid cock.
Dan groaned at her feline flicker. His gasps amplified when she sponged his balls. Her lingering dabs and feathery caress prompted the animal in him.
Dan, momentarily detaching his mouth from Heather, paused in his feeding frenzy. Her tangy secretions poured into his throat as he shuddered. Buffy's massaging cunt lips warmed him and sustained his erection. Amber's slurps were icing on the cake.
The merger-pussy and tongue-bewildered him. "Feels good," he muttered.
Heather cupped his head and urged him to finish. She pressed her snatch to his lips and heatedly rubbed. Dan bestowed her the continuity she hankered for. He brushed her hard clit, sending a new wave of sweet chills.
Amber's scope enlarged to include Buffy's drenched snatch. At first, her pussy mildly interested her. As she licked the pink borders that came down over Dan's cock, that fascination blossomed. Not only did she scrub the glistening residue from his sides, but the actual source providing that sweet glaze. She traced the mouth of Buffy's cunt, absorbing the excess.
Buffy sobbed. Amber's limber tip slithered over her, accentuating the pleasure she received from Dan. He gave her solid bone on which to slide. She made the most of each luscious drop. After taking him into her slimy clasp, Amber orally assaulted her. She humped Dan faster, feeling orgasm approach.
"Yeah," she moaned, slamming to his balls. "Oh, yeah. Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Dan gasped. Buffy sealed him in hot, contracting pulp. Needing to straddle-fuck the other babes he fought off the urge to shoot. Buffy, her hips snapping, rode out her furious ecstasy. He lifted Heather to see Buffy's tits bouncing at her finale. Sweat dripped from her swollen nipples.
Amber helped Buffy off him. His dick popped out of her sensitive cunt. Amber stared at that large, juicy cock and panted. After witnessing Buffy's orgasmic bout, she demanded her shot at it. She'd observed Buffy fucking herself to stupidity. She now wished for the same experience.
Buffy, murmuring indistinguishable words, rolled over to the side and nursed her clit with a finger.
Amber impaled herself on Dan's rigid member, burying him to the hilt. It sliced into her hot squish for an eye-opening entry. "Oh, God," she gasped after her pussy had swallowed him whole. She could relate to the splitting sensation her girlfriend had recently endured. "Ohhhh."
Heather whirled about, then reinstalled herself on Dan's face. She settled over his mouth and prompted him to suck. When his slurping activity resumed, she regarded Amber. That dazzling brunette humped Dan, her pussy noisily greasing his rod. Heather could hear the moist sounds beneath her as she pulled up and pushed down.
"Ohhhh," Amber moaned, taking Dan far into her cunt.
Amber's beautiful face was much too irresistible. Heather embraced her succulent body. Her arms curved around her, dragging her close. Those soft tits pressed hers, the nipples digging into her susceptible flesh. Their mouths came together. Heather slipped Amber her tongue and caressed the insides of her cheeks.
Amber responded to Heather's exploration. She had never considered kissing the woman but abandoned herself to the opportunity. They sucked face while enjoying a part of Dan. Amber could hear Dan's tongue moving against Heather's cunt flesh, just as she was certain Heather listened to her snatch rubbing his cock.
Amber stroked Heather's nubs. They swelled beneath her roving fingertips. Heather whimpered down her throat, then returned that affectionate gesture. Joy shafted through her body as Heather expertly manipulated her thick stubs.
Amber sank onto Dan, letting his stiff cock dig into her wet pussy. She smashed her ass to his cum-burdened balls. Gyrating her hips, she supplied him a deep massage.
Heather sat on Dan's face, muffling his groan.
Buffy stirred beside them. She glimpsed that chunk of Dan descend into Amber's soaked pocket. His hair-rough legs, thrown apart, were braced for her tantalizing seesaw movement. The sweep of female hands along Amber's naked backside also drew her attention. The women Frenched while sitting on Dan.
Buffy thumbed her clit while observing their seductive display. None of them had previously gone that distance. Admittedly, she found it delicious. In Dan, they found a man who helped unleash untapped power.
Buffy rose. Heather, noticing her recuperation, ended her tongue-probing kiss. Buffy spread her pussy, then aligned herself with Heather's mouth. Clasping Heather's head, she commanded her to eat. Heather's lips fastened over her soaked mound and performed their duty.
"Yes," Buffy sighed, sinking onto her thirsty expression. "Oh, yeah. Eat me."
Amber watched her ass twist and turn as she fed Heather her cunt. Heather's gulps and Buffy's sobs reverberated. She shivered, then humped Dan faster. Her pussy smacked him, causing his balls to retaliate with a slap. She moved faster, wanting to cum.
Dan couldn't believe the sexual enthusiasm of the phone wenches. Those babes ceased to surprise him. They loved cum so much, they probably believed that it belonged in the basic food group.
Amber soon creamed on his cock. Her wild jerking undid him. He spurted in her cunt, just as Heather brought Buffy to orgasm. Heather's tongue, showing no mercy, made Buffy scream. He concentrated on Heather's love button, allowing her to spasm.
The women collectively whimpered while Dan, huffing and puffing, lay in a pool of sweat.