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CHAPTER 9: CUSTOMER BENEFITS
“Welcome home, sir. How was your day?”
I stood just inside the kitchen, turning to greet Mr. Baldwin when I heard him entering through the side from the garage. He grunted something, very unlike him, dropped his briefcase, and entered the living room. Mrs. Baldwin was coming down the stairs at that exact moment and walked up to me.
“Did you hear what he mumbled?”
I shook my head. “Not really … something about customers … I think. I think there were some four-letter words mixed in, too.”
She looked me up and down. “And he didn’t even react to you?”
I shook my head. That also is very unlike him. Mrs. Baldwin selected my outfit as something to catch his eye. It didn’t. I was wearing a black leather top that wasn’t a top at all but holding rows of shiny chains d****d from one shoulder to the other. There was no coverage of my breasts or nipples, merely the illusion of some coverage. The skirt was nothing more than a garter belt with sheer frills attached to it. My stockings were sheer and dark attached to the straps below the frilly, sheer skirt. Naturally, no bra or panties.
She looked concerned. She patted my butt under the skirt that did nothing to cover. “I’ll go pry. Make some drinks.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As I delivered the drinks to them, I saw them deep in conversation. Mrs. Baldwin thanked me for the drinks and nodded. The nod was my indication that I should join them with one. When I returned, I saw her speaking quietly but firmly to him. He simply nodded and glanced up at me as I entered the room. I had never seen them express any form of displeasure with each other and seeing it come from her reinforced the impression I had of her in their relationship.
He nodded a final time, put his drink down, and stood. The action stopped me from sitting in the chair across from the sofa where they sat. He stepped right up to me, took me in his arms and hugged me. He kissed my neck, cheek, and lips. Then, he looked me in the eyes. He reflected softness and regret.
“I apologize, Karen. I came home out-of-sorts and fussing over a customer situation. You welcomed me home warmly, as you always do, and I ignored you. All you do is give to us without asking for anything in return. Abby is right, it was very rude of me. Forgive me?”
I am smiling at both of them, “Thank you, sir. Shitty days happen, sir. I suspect there may be more. I’m a big girl. AND … I may not ask for anything only because you two have given me so much.”
He smiled sheepishly from his behavior and returned to the sofa next to his wife. She continued to probe, understanding that he needed to get out what was bothering him. He sighed deeply and took a long pull of his drink. The corporation has been in negotiations with another major company over the past weeks. The contract would be huge. Trinity was in the driver’s seat for the contract and their strategy was developed and implemented perfectly. The regional salesman discovered a weakness. The customer was desperate for the product quicker than the documents required. They were in a financial bind and getting the product quicker would give them a stronger foothold in meeting their commitments. It was knowledge that allowed Trinity to squeeze harder on pricing and terms because they were the only ones capable of delivering that fast.
While he paused to sip his drink, I could see her pondering something. The way she was thinking about what her husband had explained, I wondered, for the first time, what her background might have been before they married.
“So …”, she began, “it sounds like normal negotiations. You found a weakness and took advantage. It’s what happens between companies. Why your reaction? You’ve done this before and there was always a celebration. You went in for the kill and won.”
He smiled, “Of course … it’s ego. I know this guy. He took over that company when it was sinking. He brought it back up to significance. Accepting our increased pricing and terms will be a blow to their bottom-line. I could see it in his eyes when we shook hands at the end. For a while there he thought he was going to pull off a miracle. Instead, he is just going to do well. Ego.”
“He doesn’t blame you.”
He chuckled, “No … it’s business. Like I said, I just know him from before. I wish there was something, something symbolic of my understanding.”
She glanced at me. I didn’t think anything of it. I was quiet during it all. “Something like what? A personal gesture? Some offering to sooth the loss?”
“Yeah. They will be here all day tomorrow and night to finalize the contracts and schedules. Most of their team will be gone, but the three top men will remain.”
She leaned into her husband and whispered into his ear. They both turned and looked at me.
* * * *
I was wearing a magnificent dress Mrs. Baldwin and I searched for at the finest boutiques in the city. It was provocative, yet appropriate for the expensive restaurant setting. I did look stunning in it. A black spandex, sexy long dress with long sleeves, plunging V-neckline, and thigh-high slit. The dress was inches above the floor with my 5-inch heels but the slit over my left leg easily parted nearly to my hip when I walked or sat. Mrs. Baldwin loaned me her strand of pearls that hung between my breasts, drawing further attention to the plunging neckline. The back was non-existent requiring support built into the bodice. With the neckline plunging below my breasts, it left a good amount of breast exposed. I felt like the delicious offering I was intended to be. The thong I wore was carefully selected so even it wouldn’t be noticed through the form-fitting material. My legs were bare … the tops of thigh-highs would have been visible … and pantyhose is no longer even considered.
I was lightly holding Mr. Baldwin’s arm as we entered the elegant foyer of the restaurant. This was the kind of place that if you needed to consider the price of meals and drinks, you probably didn’t belong. The three customers were just inside the bar. They hadn’t had the chance to order a drink so the timing was almost perfect.
As Mr. Baldwin made introduction for me, I began getting the impression they might have an inkling of my joining them this evening. I wondered what impression of me had been left with them. The men were discrete but they each took in my body in the dress. Certainly, the plunging neckline but I made an effort to step to each of the men with my left leg so it would also be exposed. That was a suggestion from Mrs. Baldwin and it had the desired effect.
All through before-dinner drinks, dinner, and after-dinner drinks, the conversation was light, not about business, and stayed on safe subjects. The men were staying in one of the nicest hotels located just on the next block. Mr. Baldwin had arranged for their president to have a suite for their use for their conference meetings during their stay. After an exchange of telling looks between him and Mr. Baldwin, he made the suggestion that we join them there for a nightcap. Looks were exchanged around the table with furtive ones given to me.
I laid my hand on Mr. Baldwin’s arm. “It sounds like a wonderful idea, sir. This has been a very nice evening and it will be more comfortable there.” My warm and sincere smile to the table seemed to seal the idea and we left the restaurant.
While stopped at a corner to wait for the walk light, one of the men more tentative about the situation, asked me if I was okay with joining them. Mr. Baldwin turned, put his hand on my bare back and ran it up and down over my butt. “I have known Karen for a little while now. She is woman who is quiet, perhaps seeming reserved, but is fun and adventurous. Is that fair, Karen?”
I smiled, reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thank you, sir. I like to have fun, gentlemen, and this sounds like it might be fun.”
Despite the food, the amount of alcohol affected them all. As usual, I restricted my intake. I didn’t know where that came from but it was something I just understood, to remain sober while others might indulge. Even at home, I refrained from too much. Something inside told me I could please others much better when my attention and focus was clear. In the process, I remain very aware of my intentions and actions, which was its own stimulation.
Any question about how the men were feeling after the comments from Mr. Baldwin and me were dispelled standing at the elevator. The hotel was 23 stories. It was late and the lobby and area by the elevators quiet. As we waited, I found myself surrounded by the three men, Mr. Baldwin standing just to the side. Hands from several of the men casually touched me. Fingers lightly traced up and down the exposed skin of my back and hands more firmly caressing my ass over my dress. The hands gently provide pressure to guide me into the elevator when it opened.
Mr. Baldwin entered first and took a spot in a back corner. The other men formed a tight circle behind me with one pressing the top floor button. These were senior officials of their company and did not just defer to their president. One of the men asked, “Just how much fun is Karen?”
I smiled into the mirrored interior at the men behind me. “A lot of fun, sir.” I glanced to Mr. Baldwin who gave me a subtle nod and smile. The game was on. I was to please these men in any manner possible. “Is there something in your mind, sir? Nothing ventured, nothing gained. It doesn’t apply just to business.”
There was a hesitation, a moment of thought and consideration perhaps. Then I felt it. Fingers at the back of my dress. The zipper secured in fingers and lowered. The zipper wasn’t long, there wasn’t much back to the dress. I felt the dress loosen at the waist and hips. The men were watching in the mirrored interior. None of them boldly took the next step, so I did for them, the intention clear to all of us. I handed my small purse behind me and Mr. Baldwin took it. I crossed my hands to my shoulders and slid the dress off the shoulders. I continued it down my arms, the bodice releasing my 34E breasts to their view as I continued to lower the gown past my hips. Standing in black lace thong and heels, I stepped out of the gown, turned, and handed it also to Mr. Baldwin. His soft smile told me all I needed.
The elevator dinged as it passed the 15th floor. I put my hands out to the sides … an invitation. Fingers from two men hooked into the waist of my thong and it too fell to the floor. I stepped out of it but did not pick it up. I boldly stepped up the president, wrapped my left arm around his neck and kissed him on the lips. Another man stepped to my right and I wrapped that arm around him, turned my head to him for another kiss. The third man was fondling my breast until I turned to him for another kiss.
The elevator dinged indicating our arrival at the floor. I turned around as the doors slid open, ready to hide my embarrassment if there was someone waiting. The foyer, however, was empty. Hands on my body encouraged me out. I stood naked among the men, not knowing where the room was. I knew there were security cameras likely in the elevators and in the hallways. If I didn’t seem distressed, I hope we wouldn’t be interrupted.
The president indicated the room and all followed behind me. I made sure to enhance my steps in the high heels to make my hips sway and rotate just right. I was going to be fucked by four guys and I wondered if Mr. Baldwin might have a new idea to incorporate to make it even more memorable for these men.
At home last night, he had seemed tentative to Mrs. Baldwin’s idea of using me to appease the customer. A little bit of sex to soothe the ego … could things really work that way, I wondered as Mr. Baldwin considered the idea. Me sitting naked in front of him as he did consider it. I remembered my mind working at the same moment. Serve and please. He had taken the step to use me to reward his most senior company officers. It was one step into including me in corporate affairs. He knew this would be a bigger step. Serve and please. I was his. Her idea already had my body on fire. To be given to customers … complete strangers … an offering … a tool for his business. It excited me. Another way I could serve him. He wanted me to be a slut for a reason. Just for evenings and weekends at home? Not hardly. That was good, but his imagination would always come up with new things to explore. So, to encourage him, to assist him in his decision, I had opened my legs, slumped into the chair and raise my knees over the arms of the chair. I exposed my leaking pussy, flexed the muscles, my hole winking at him. I moved a finger to my pussy, slid it over my clit, dipped it into my hole, and raised it to my lips where I sucked the moisture off. His eyes had followed the show, the display. Mrs. Baldwin smiled widely, lustily at me. She turned to her husband and whispered into his ear, again. I had offered myself. I accepted being the tool of appeasement to the customer. Sex for a very profitable contract for Trinity Enterprises. We were going past sex for fun. Now, sex for business, for profit. Whoring me? I didn’t care. Just another name. Karen … slut … cunt … bitch … whore … whatever … so I can serve and please them.
I was flaunting the reality to the men as I walked down the hall. Whatever anticipated embarrassment when the elevator door opened, it was gone. If another room door opened, I didn’t care. My body was on fire. I turned and walked backwards a few steps as we approached the room number. My breasts jiggled and bounced, enticed them. As we waited for the door to be opened, hands were suddenly covering my naked body. A finger slipped between my legs from behind. I opened my legs and the finger found my hole just as I was encouraged to step inside. I sighed at the public penetration and quick loss of it.
The room was a suite. We entered into the living room type setting and an open door to the side indicated the bedroom beyond. It became a frenzy of activity in the room. Mr. Baldwin stepped further into the room to carefully lay my dress out of the way. The other three men threw off their jackets and were in the process of opening their pants. I knelt in front of them hungrily eyeing their fingers fumbling with belts, clasps, and zippers. As pants and underwear dropped, they stepped up around me, three hard cocks pointed in my direction. Two average sized cocks (smaller than Mr. Baldwin) and one smaller. It was a mental exercise, only. An awareness after the size I had been exposed to. The only impact that awareness had was a consideration if I might experience any difficulty, penetration stretching, etc. I attacked these cocks with the same energy and enthusiasm regardless. The pleasure these men realized was critical.
I sucked in the first cock and quickly took the other two into my hands as they appeared to me. I spied between the men and found Mr. Baldwin still fully clothed and raiding the mini-bar to prepare four drinks. He took one and settled into a chair.
As I rotated from one cock to the next, my hands moving to other cocks, I wondered how this was going to go. Was this going to be it? Would I blow them and that would be it? Did they have the stamina to make it interesting? Certainly, I had some influence over that and Mr. Baldwin’s actions seemed to indicate his own preparation to assist in buying them time with a drink for recovery. To be perfect, this had to be extraordinary.
I heard murmurs above me. I was intent on pleasing them so I missed the words but I found myself pulled up to my feet, the cock in my mouth falling out as I rose. Hands quickly covered my body, again. At the same time, their president led me by the hand to the bedroom where I was gently pushed onto the bed. I lay on my back, my legs opened and arms reaching out to them. They threw off their remaining clothes and climbed onto the bed, the president moved between my legs and the other two on either side of my head. I grasped one cock while engulfing the other in my mouth as the president pressed his cock against my wet pussy. I felt it slide along my slit until it sank into my hole. He adjusted his position and inched his cock inside as if there was a need for gentleness. I was used to a larger cock or dildo being slammed into me, accepting whatever action given as I was used. I enjoyed it all: rough, used, abused, gentle.
I squeezed my muscles around his cock and he gasped. He pushed hard and leaned over me, his hands bracing himself on either side of my body. His almost immediate reaction to my clenching around him was to begin fucking frantically. I wanted to tell him to slow down, enjoy it, but it would have been presumptuous … besides, my mouth was full.
He came quickly, well before I was going to be ready. My body was on fire with need but not stimulation, yet. His cock spurted inside me. I continued to clasp around him. He gasped his release and as he pulled out of me, one of the other men took his place. I heard Mr. Baldwin’s voice, then felt the bed next to me sag. I turned in that direction as the next man pressed his cock at my pussy. The president knelt alongside me, his cum coated cock inches from my face. I smiled up at him and opened my mouth wide for him. He pressed his cock into my mouth as the other cock was pushed into my cum-soaked pussy.
The president sighed as my mouth sucked his cock clean. “You’re right, James. She is a slut. I’ve never had a woman do this before.” When he pulled out of my mouth a few moments later, “Tell me, James, how do you know her?”
The other two guys fucked me missionary in turn. Plain-Jane fucking. I came once. But that wasn’t the point and I understood that. I hoped there would be a next time for them, though.
Mr. Baldwin handed each man a drink and a bottle of water to me. He understood me, he was used to me and my desire to remain clear headed. I didn’t need or desire alcohol to relax or release my inhibitions. A clear head allowed me to focus on the what I truly enjoyed doing … giving pleasure and satisfying desires.
I excused myself after consuming much of the water as the men raided the mini-bar, again. I went into the bathroom to clean myself for them, hoping for another opportunity. When I returned, I found them huddled in the living room, sly, leering glances sent my way as I entered the room. Mr. Baldwin was up to something and, by the look in his expression, I had a feeling that something was new for me.
Once again playing the scene director, Mr. Baldwin had us back in the bedroom. One of the men laid on his back in the center of the bed. He put his hand on my bare back, “Next, Karen … you sit on his cock with your back to him.” I smiled, but was confused. But, as I aligned myself over the man and sat down on his cock bringing a sigh from the man underneath me, “No, dear … in your ass.” I blushed. Obviously not from shyness or what he was asking me to do, but because it should have been obvious before. With everyone standing around and him directing, it had to involve more than just one man. So, it was going to be a double penetration. Good, thought. After everyone had cum, the action would last longer.
I settled over the man slowly, his cock now aligned at my ass. Once it popped past my sphincter, I pushed and pulled my way down his length. I sighed at the feeling and the man gasped and mumbled a line of nonsense telling me it was his first time with anal. I spread my legs further as I leaned back. The next man moved onto the bed and crawled between our legs. He looked at me for a moment but his real focus was guiding his cock to my empty and exposed pussy. He leaned forward as his cock pressed into my pussy.
I saw Mr. Baldwin stripping, finally. He had not been a part of this. I smiled at him but my assumption was he would be participating in the next DP. I was bewildered at first by what followed. With the man now firmly stroking in my pussy.
Mr. Baldwin’s voice, “Okay, Ted, straighten up. Jim, now you.” The man he called Jim crawled alongside us and swung his leg over us while facing me and his back to the man in my pussy. I thought maybe he was going to fuck my mouth but he didn’t move any closer. Instead, I watch in surprise … maybe fear … as he leaned forward slightly and pressed his cock head down to my already filled pussy. Mr. Baldwin’s voice, again, “Karen, you know what to do …”
OH … MY … FUCKING GOD … With the VP’s I had been double-penetrated pussy and ass and double-penetrated vaginally. He was combining the two? Triple penetrated? Was that a thing? The trepidation must have shown on my face as the man press his cock on top of the other one in my pussy. I looked up at Mr. Baldwin at the side of the bed as he dropped his slacks and underwear. His cock was rigid. I turned my gaze from his familiar cock to his face. He nodded with a devilish smile and mouthed, ‘Just do it’, like an obscene Nike commercial.
I sucked in a deep breath. If the night with the VP’s didn’t show me as a slut, this certainly would. And, Mr. Baldwin was now stripped, too. He was going to come to my mouth. I knew he was. God … four cocks in three holes. Air-tight with four cocks!
I tilted my pelvis as I had been instructed that night with the VP’s. This was so much more. I felt the cock in my ass move. I felt the cock already in my pussy move as I stretched my pussy hole by tilting up. I was mesmerized by the cock being pressed at the opening my tilting had created above the cock already there. It wasn’t much of an opening, though. I tilted more but I was going to create only so much opening. If it was going to go in, it would have to be forced in. The man already in my pussy groaned as the new cock pressed against his. I groaned as he pressed hard against the tiny gap at the top of my pussy hole. The man under me in my ass groaned as everything happen above him. Every cock becoming tighter as the head of the new cock pierced my pussy, penetrating just inside with the head, all four of us moaning, groaning, and muttering exclamations of ‘oh fuck, God, fuck, shit’ and sounds nobody understood.
I stopped the man with my hand. I had taken a much bigger cock than any of these. I had been double-vaginally penetrated, but the other cock in my ass made it all feel very different and intense. I gasped and gulped air. After a few moments, I pulled my hand away and nodded, not looking at the man, just the cocks filling me. He pressed deeper, sliding along and over the other cock twitching inside me. The cock pulled back slightly and pressed deeper. It took a bit of effort by him and gritted teeth by me but he was finally deep. My head fell back on my shoulders, propped up on my arms off the man beneath me. That was when I felt it. I turned my head with an open mouth without opening my eyes. The last cock, Mr. Baldwin’s, slipped past my lips and over my tongue into my mouth to the entrance of my throat. My immediate need to concentrate on my breathing as his cock pressed further into my throat diverted my mind from the searing feeling of my pussy being stretched. But, as I fell into a rhythm of his cock in my mouth and throat, taking air with his smooth strokes, my mind again was consumed by the cocks awkwardly moving in my other two holes. It was unbelievable. It was all consuming. It seemed that every nerve ending was stimulated at the same moment and I went into an immediate orgasm. The men slowed and Mr. Baldwin pulled back so his cock was just inside my mouth to allow me to breath as my body shook and spasmed. My pussy and ass convulsed around the cocks there. My body flooded the cock with more juice. Someone held my ass tight. Maybe it was the man at bottom pressing up, but they were all thrusting their cocks into my holes.
Having just climaxed moments before, they were all able to last quite a while. Combined with the heightened stimulation of four cocks inside me, I orgasmed twice more, the last time as they seemed to climax one after the other in my holes. All three of my holes flooded with cum … especially my pussy.
GOD … what a fucking night!
* * * CHAPTER 10: BIRTHDAY BOYS will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
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