EXECUTIVE S SLUT CHAPTER 1
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She was a college student working as a chauffeur for an Advertising exec in the big city.
Lightly tanned, blonde, Sandra Dee in the 60's fresh looks w/ a hairstyle to match. Perky smile, tits, and ass as well. All of which looked smart in her driver's uniform: formal looking cap, silky-smooth white blouse and slacks stretched thin over her supple curves.
Her charge was a middle-aged 50-something w/ a trim, athletic build. Salt `n pepper hair, stylish pinstriped suits. Not the President of his firm, but moving in that direction. He was courteous and friendly w/ her; occasionally flirty but never overt. After two weeks of getting-to-know each other during their weekly drives to and from work, he'd began to spend more time making conversation vs. reading or watching the television for ideas in the back of his company-leased limo (sleek and white w/ gold trim, her outfit matched.)
Her major was Economics; lately she'd thought about getting into advertising, herself. Seems that's where the money was likely to come in sooner, and her pretty face would be wasted on Wall Street w/ the other cut-throats. Plus she had something of an "In," what w/ her passenger being attached to the business. She fantasized about him being her tutor in that world.
She'd begun to imagine him being more than that, she realized at the end of a month. No harm in this: he'd been divorced for nearly a decade, according to fellow co-workers she'd chatted up in between driving her employer around (who'd garnered their gossip from other execs and employees in his building.) Their age-difference and his aged-soft but still chiseled looks warmed her cheeks w/ the thought of him seducing her. This seemed unlikely; his cordiality was genuine, and his company position put him out of reach.
Or so she thought. He'd seemed pleased one afternoon (going back to work from a business lunch) when she "casually" mentioned she might focus on advertising instead of her chosen major, she was seriously considering the idea. He mentioned her young, appealing looks would suit her well in his line of work (and had he winked at her in the mirror, saying that?)
"You are a sweet young lady...I've thought about the two of us, alone in this big car. You'll pardon me for saying that...I get lonesome after all this time, and you seem like a woman who's alone herself too often. You never speak of going on dates, and such-like."
She blushed just a little hearing this bold proclamation. But the buzz of excitement made her ears ring...this was very much what she'd hope to hear him say, or something very much like it. "That's quite alright, sir. You're quite a catch, yourself."
He chuckled. "Oh, I don't know...depends who's fishing for me. Maybe I shouldn't talk like this, make you uncomfortable. Just excited for the weekend...I've got plans to relax by the lake. Say, umm...you wouldn't want to join me there sometime, perhaps?"
Feeling tingly all over, and trying not to gush at this turn of events, she exhaled her enthusiasm at such a prospect.
"Well, then...it's a date." He sat back and made a sound of contentment. They were nearing his building, 75-stories tall w/ a cavernous underground parking garage. She'd made no attempt to break the silence after he'd relaxed, and now she was sliding the slender ride into his personal parking space: three spaces from the private elevator, half-hidden by several concrete supports.
She was about to exit to open his door after walking around; she'd gotten this part down to a science. But he leaned forward and stopped her w/ a gentle but firm grasp on her shoulder. "There really is no hurry, is there sweetheart? See what I have for you."
Turning around and craning her neck just beyond the partition, she saw what he had: a firm erection jutting from his open fly.
Lust consumed her in a flash. "Oh, sir! Let me assist you w/ that." She winked lasciviously and scampered out her door to the opposite side; she crawled into the back-seat, teeth bared in a lioness growl of passion as she hoisted herself towards his lap.
He lifted the cap off her head, and guided her face to his stiff prick. She tasted his salty dick and balls w/ a lapping tongue; after going through High School w/o once sucking semen she'd made herself a fellatio artist her Freshman year to improve her grades when studying just wasn't enough. He was now getting the full benefit of her administrations, and expertise.
His hips bucked in rhythm as her cheeks filled w/ his manhood, tongue pinned under his shaft but still lathering his penis-base and balls as he pumped gently upward and back. His hand reached out and cupped her shapely ass, stroking it and then squeezing it harder as she moaned and sucked. Her pants and underwear were peeled down; she felt his fingers and thumb enter her holes.
He slowed and then stopped. "Sit here...sit up here" he beckoned, slapping his lap. She complied, angling herself up after shucking her white boots to drop her panties and slacks completely off. She didn't think there'd be room to fuck him from atop, not in a sitting position...to her delight, she'd plenty of head-room and no worrying about bumping her scalp. He braced himself to the seat-back and jerked himself up into her snatch; she eased herself down on him w/ a plop, resting for just a moment to enjoy the sensation.
Both were unaware at the moment, but a small crowd had gathered outside after stepping off the elevator: now she saw them, even as he stared straight at her dark blue eyes. Either he was oblivious to them, or didn't care; she preferred to think the latter.
Three males (all in their 30's, probably subordinates) and that slutty Latina clerk temping in the Mail Room whom she'd shared a smoke w/ during breaks in their daily routine. All four were peering into the windows, practically steaming them from the outside as much as the inside was being fogged by the sexual activity.
They'd approached cautiously; the clerk did not, stepping up as if in disbelief to see exactly what was transpiring. When she saw the action, she laughed and tickled the window w/ her nails (this is what brought the crowd to her attention, stunning her for a moment.)
The clerk began encouraging the two inside w/ bawdy suggestions (in that sexy Portuguese voice of hers) which seemed more for her benefit. She lifted her purple skirt up as he leaned on the limo's cool metal, palms on the window and wiggling her ass suggestively.
This invitation was accepted: one of the males quickly stepped up behind her, unbuckled and stuffed his fat dong into her pink flesh. As if compelled by instinct, one by one the other two men looking on unzipped and pulled their cocks out, masturbating toward the limousine glass, slowly at first and quickly gaining speed.
Their dick-heads left juicy smears on the windows; the thought of those men shooting wads and a fourth fucking the hell out of someone she'd spoke to in the past made the blonde sweat even more than her bouncing giddily on a throbbing boner did.
She unbuttoned her blouse and freed her tits from their bra confines: his face buried in the freckled, coconut-scented flesh between her bosoms, sucked at her raisin-like nipples as he haphazardly continued his hip gyrations up and down.
Holding her breath, holding her mouth open in a moment of bliss, she let herself go in a shuddering orgasm...the first time she recalled reaching one before her partner. "Cum in me...I want you to cum in me...cum w/ me, baby" she whimpered to him, but also to the hot bitch outside who was slamming her ass back into the crotch of her lucky recipient. Her hands lay flat on the glass as both ladies reached to touch the imprint of the other's palm, as if to form a bond through the window.
She cooed as she felt her partner let go inside her, following which he gently thrust several more times before reluctantly retreating his softening member. Outside, the two voyeurs stroked themselves in a frenzy until jizz spurted across the windows apart from each other, seconds apart. The clerk and her impromptu lover were about to finish; the wanker next to them stepped back and stared in exhausted wonderment, limp penis still in hand.
One last shove, and the two of them froze as the Latina let out a throaty roar while molten cum spurted inside her; he pulled out and let his semen juice the inside of her bronze and trembling thighs. Everyone being spent, the quartet gathered their wits and drifting away from the scene after redressing, the clerk slapping the glass in an appreciative gesture to the limo's occupants, who were now cuddled in each other's arms and drifting into a restful slumber...good thing everyone assumed he'd taken the rest of the day off after not showing up from lunch...plus his superiors had spent the day golfing and banging their trophy wives and P.A.'s.
She decided to leave school after the semester was over. She learned all about the Ad world being his new assistant-cum-girlfriend; bringing him homemade salads for lunch and afternoon blowjobs under a teakwood desk made up for not being a graduate. ;)
Lightly tanned, blonde, Sandra Dee in the 60's fresh looks w/ a hairstyle to match. Perky smile, tits, and ass as well. All of which looked smart in her driver's uniform: formal looking cap, silky-smooth white blouse and slacks stretched thin over her supple curves.
Her charge was a middle-aged 50-something w/ a trim, athletic build. Salt `n pepper hair, stylish pinstriped suits. Not the President of his firm, but moving in that direction. He was courteous and friendly w/ her; occasionally flirty but never overt. After two weeks of getting-to-know each other during their weekly drives to and from work, he'd began to spend more time making conversation vs. reading or watching the television for ideas in the back of his company-leased limo (sleek and white w/ gold trim, her outfit matched.)
Her major was Economics; lately she'd thought about getting into advertising, herself. Seems that's where the money was likely to come in sooner, and her pretty face would be wasted on Wall Street w/ the other cut-throats. Plus she had something of an "In," what w/ her passenger being attached to the business. She fantasized about him being her tutor in that world.
She'd begun to imagine him being more than that, she realized at the end of a month. No harm in this: he'd been divorced for nearly a decade, according to fellow co-workers she'd chatted up in between driving her employer around (who'd garnered their gossip from other execs and employees in his building.) Their age-difference and his aged-soft but still chiseled looks warmed her cheeks w/ the thought of him seducing her. This seemed unlikely; his cordiality was genuine, and his company position put him out of reach.
Or so she thought. He'd seemed pleased one afternoon (going back to work from a business lunch) when she "casually" mentioned she might focus on advertising instead of her chosen major, she was seriously considering the idea. He mentioned her young, appealing looks would suit her well in his line of work (and had he winked at her in the mirror, saying that?)
"You are a sweet young lady...I've thought about the two of us, alone in this big car. You'll pardon me for saying that...I get lonesome after all this time, and you seem like a woman who's alone herself too often. You never speak of going on dates, and such-like."
She blushed just a little hearing this bold proclamation. But the buzz of excitement made her ears ring...this was very much what she'd hope to hear him say, or something very much like it. "That's quite alright, sir. You're quite a catch, yourself."
He chuckled. "Oh, I don't know...depends who's fishing for me. Maybe I shouldn't talk like this, make you uncomfortable. Just excited for the weekend...I've got plans to relax by the lake. Say, umm...you wouldn't want to join me there sometime, perhaps?"
Feeling tingly all over, and trying not to gush at this turn of events, she exhaled her enthusiasm at such a prospect.
"Well, then...it's a date." He sat back and made a sound of contentment. They were nearing his building, 75-stories tall w/ a cavernous underground parking garage. She'd made no attempt to break the silence after he'd relaxed, and now she was sliding the slender ride into his personal parking space: three spaces from the private elevator, half-hidden by several concrete supports.
She was about to exit to open his door after walking around; she'd gotten this part down to a science. But he leaned forward and stopped her w/ a gentle but firm grasp on her shoulder. "There really is no hurry, is there sweetheart? See what I have for you."
Turning around and craning her neck just beyond the partition, she saw what he had: a firm erection jutting from his open fly.
Lust consumed her in a flash. "Oh, sir! Let me assist you w/ that." She winked lasciviously and scampered out her door to the opposite side; she crawled into the back-seat, teeth bared in a lioness growl of passion as she hoisted herself towards his lap.
He lifted the cap off her head, and guided her face to his stiff prick. She tasted his salty dick and balls w/ a lapping tongue; after going through High School w/o once sucking semen she'd made herself a fellatio artist her Freshman year to improve her grades when studying just wasn't enough. He was now getting the full benefit of her administrations, and expertise.
His hips bucked in rhythm as her cheeks filled w/ his manhood, tongue pinned under his shaft but still lathering his penis-base and balls as he pumped gently upward and back. His hand reached out and cupped her shapely ass, stroking it and then squeezing it harder as she moaned and sucked. Her pants and underwear were peeled down; she felt his fingers and thumb enter her holes.
He slowed and then stopped. "Sit here...sit up here" he beckoned, slapping his lap. She complied, angling herself up after shucking her white boots to drop her panties and slacks completely off. She didn't think there'd be room to fuck him from atop, not in a sitting position...to her delight, she'd plenty of head-room and no worrying about bumping her scalp. He braced himself to the seat-back and jerked himself up into her snatch; she eased herself down on him w/ a plop, resting for just a moment to enjoy the sensation.
Both were unaware at the moment, but a small crowd had gathered outside after stepping off the elevator: now she saw them, even as he stared straight at her dark blue eyes. Either he was oblivious to them, or didn't care; she preferred to think the latter.
Three males (all in their 30's, probably subordinates) and that slutty Latina clerk temping in the Mail Room whom she'd shared a smoke w/ during breaks in their daily routine. All four were peering into the windows, practically steaming them from the outside as much as the inside was being fogged by the sexual activity.
They'd approached cautiously; the clerk did not, stepping up as if in disbelief to see exactly what was transpiring. When she saw the action, she laughed and tickled the window w/ her nails (this is what brought the crowd to her attention, stunning her for a moment.)
The clerk began encouraging the two inside w/ bawdy suggestions (in that sexy Portuguese voice of hers) which seemed more for her benefit. She lifted her purple skirt up as he leaned on the limo's cool metal, palms on the window and wiggling her ass suggestively.
This invitation was accepted: one of the males quickly stepped up behind her, unbuckled and stuffed his fat dong into her pink flesh. As if compelled by instinct, one by one the other two men looking on unzipped and pulled their cocks out, masturbating toward the limousine glass, slowly at first and quickly gaining speed.
Their dick-heads left juicy smears on the windows; the thought of those men shooting wads and a fourth fucking the hell out of someone she'd spoke to in the past made the blonde sweat even more than her bouncing giddily on a throbbing boner did.
She unbuttoned her blouse and freed her tits from their bra confines: his face buried in the freckled, coconut-scented flesh between her bosoms, sucked at her raisin-like nipples as he haphazardly continued his hip gyrations up and down.
Holding her breath, holding her mouth open in a moment of bliss, she let herself go in a shuddering orgasm...the first time she recalled reaching one before her partner. "Cum in me...I want you to cum in me...cum w/ me, baby" she whimpered to him, but also to the hot bitch outside who was slamming her ass back into the crotch of her lucky recipient. Her hands lay flat on the glass as both ladies reached to touch the imprint of the other's palm, as if to form a bond through the window.
She cooed as she felt her partner let go inside her, following which he gently thrust several more times before reluctantly retreating his softening member. Outside, the two voyeurs stroked themselves in a frenzy until jizz spurted across the windows apart from each other, seconds apart. The clerk and her impromptu lover were about to finish; the wanker next to them stepped back and stared in exhausted wonderment, limp penis still in hand.
One last shove, and the two of them froze as the Latina let out a throaty roar while molten cum spurted inside her; he pulled out and let his semen juice the inside of her bronze and trembling thighs. Everyone being spent, the quartet gathered their wits and drifting away from the scene after redressing, the clerk slapping the glass in an appreciative gesture to the limo's occupants, who were now cuddled in each other's arms and drifting into a restful slumber...good thing everyone assumed he'd taken the rest of the day off after not showing up from lunch...plus his superiors had spent the day golfing and banging their trophy wives and P.A.'s.
She decided to leave school after the semester was over. She learned all about the Ad world being his new assistant-cum-girlfriend; bringing him homemade salads for lunch and afternoon blowjobs under a teakwood desk made up for not being a graduate. ;)
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