JEAN & ABBY: CHAPTER 6 free porn video

CHAPTER 6: PROMOTIONS

“Ladies, how are you each doing this morning?”

It was 9:00 and Jacob had just arrived to the office. As he walked briskly past their desks, he asked them to come to his office. They sat in guest chairs opposite him across his desk as properly as possible in very short, tight skirts and blouses unbuttoned just below the nipples. As had become common for the office, they didn’t have underwear on, though some days that was all they wore for the day.

“Good, sir,” they both replied. Jean added, “You look and sound, sir, like someone who could use some assistance with something. What can we do for you?”

He chuckled, “You two are great. Always ready to pitch in. We all know what we were doing when you were hired, but I couldn’t have found two more dedicated, devoted, hardworking employees. You probably had every reason to think you could slack off on the job side of this situation but you haven’t, even doing unclaimed overtime. By the way, you need to claim the overtime when you have to work longer to finish things when we overload you. You deserve to be compensated for you time.”

Abby glanced at her mom and said, “Oh, we’re well compensated throughout the day, sir.”

He laughed, “You know what I mean young lady. I am not about to having you begin feeling taken advantage of.” He leaned back and fixed his gaze on each for a long moment and he seemed to relax a bit. “Damn … you two … do you know what one of the simple pleasure my sons and I enjoy each morning?” They shrugged. “Seeing what you two will be wearing for us. We look forward to it, we really do. And, this morning I rushed past and didn’t notice. But … nice, very nice. It is probably quite amazing we get any work done around here.”

Jean smiled and blushed, “Why, thank you, sir. I think, though, that it is a testament of the dedication of the entire office. We can all have our pleasure and still remained focused on the work that keeps us employed and together.”

“Well stated, Jean. And, it is that obvious dedication that I want to talk to you both about. I had a phone call at home last night which led to more calls this morning. We, our agency, have an opportunity.” He checked each woman and plowed ahead. “Do you remember Harold Swanson?” They both shook their heads wondering if they should, if the name was someone they have been communicating with at some time. “I’m not surprised. Remember the man I was with that fateful night?”

Jean and Abby turned quickly to each other with wide eyes. Jean offered, “Ugh … not really … uhmmmm …”

Abby patted her mom’s knee, “Sir … we know there was an older white man there, but … honestly, sir, you were the one that made the … ahhh … impression? … impact? …”

Jean stopped her, “No, sir, we don’t remember him.”

He chuckled, “I suppose that was all flattering. Anyway, he wants another meeting at his place this time. He and his senior management have been very impressed with our handling of the product line they awarded us in the region. He wants to discuss expanding our representation into more of their products. It’s a big opportunity for us.” He looked them both in the eyes, again. “Which leads me to why I wanted to talk to you.” He paused. “Bluntly … what happened last time worked so well, it might, again. We are very happy with the arrangement we currently have, right?” They both nodded. That was a ‘duh’ statement. They liked each of them and loved the sex. “What if we expanded it to included others … clients and customers? No pressure, I’m not expecting you to, but … you do like sex, right?”

Abby looked at her mom and they both shrugged and smiled. Jean uncrossed her legs and re-crossed them with a slight pause when her thighs were parted (such a slut, she thought to herself). “Okay, sir.”

“Wait .. no … don’t you think you should discuss this, first?”

She smiled, “Jacob … when you proposed your idea the first time, it took us a full minute to agree to the interview knowing full well we would be fucked in the process by you who we met only once and your sons who we still hadn’t met. Knowing you now as we do we assume any situation will be by our agreement AND we will be safe and protected by one of you. Is that true, sir?”

He looked with some disbelief, a big smile growing over his face. “Yes, Jean, that is true. I still think you two need to talk about this. Then, we can talk more about it.”

Abby asked, “When does Mr. Swanson like to have his meeting, sir?”

“Next week. Tuesday. Dinner Tuesday night. I would arrive Monday night, return Wednesday morning.”

Jean winked at Abby and replied to Jacob, “No problem. We’ll talk, sir.”

Jacob was slightly stunned as he watched them rise to leave his office. His eyes flicked from one to the other as they uncrossed their legs to stand. The skirts were so short he was gazing at clean shaven cunts (the office, including the women, had started using the term more and more with the brazen attitude of the women). But what he was really stunned by as their easy acceptance of the idea and total trust in him. He shook his head and became very aware of the hard cock in his slacks demanding that he call one of them back to his office for some relief. He didn’t, though. He didn’t want to create any pressure, despite their familiarity.

Later, he noticed no sounds from the desks of Jean and Abby. He got up and went to his door. He looked around, then at the conference room where he saw them in animated discussion behind the closed door. Oh oh, he thought, but it was worth a try.

Just minutes after that, though, he heard a knock on his open door and, “Sir, is this a good time?”

He looked up, smiled wide and shook his head. These two, he thought, how do they keep surprising them. Both women stood in the door way naked except for their heels. They had removed blouse and skirt but without underwear or stockings that day, there they stood.

He chuckled, “What, I’m going to look up and see that and say, no?”

With big smiles of their own, they entered the office and took chairs in front of him, again. This time both pause a beat with leg raised as they crossed their legs. Choreographed. Damnit … now they’re even choreographing their moves. Once their shaved cunts were hidden by closed thighs, he raised his eyes to theirs.

“Do I take your appearance as your answer? You know, I saw you in animated discussion and thought it was going the other way.”

Jean replied, “Sir … really? You had our answer before we left. Our discussion was if we should provide you with a visual answer, also.”

Abby added, “Sir, we also want to make clear we accept, but it is not because you and your sons are not making us very …,” she blushed, “… it’s not because you aren’t …”

Jean came to her rescue, “She means to say that you and your sons are amazing lovers and we wouldn’t be looking or imagining anything more.”

“Thank you. I hope you know how strongly we feel about you, too. Which brings me to the rest.” He opened a draw of his desk and came out with two pieces of paper and slid one to each of them. They took it and looked at it, then smiled. “I discussed this with my sons, of course. They said they would support without question anything I wanted to do for you. This is your notice of promotion, new titles, and new salary. The last paragraph outline briefly your new bonus program.”

The women looked over the sheet, surprised but appreciative. The new title, ‘CLIENT and CUSTOMER RELATIONS ASSOCIATES’. The new salary was almost a 75% increase. The bonus program was a percentage of new client contracts or project awards their ‘efforts’ influenced.

“Your main responsibilities remain the same.” He smiled, “We’re not giving up the sexiest secretaries living.”

Both women actually blushed and it was quite evident sitting before him naked. Jean said, “Sir, you know we’re for you.”

He smiled, “I know and I appreciate that. I don’t know how often their will be such an opportunity for influence but … well, thank you.”

Jean smiled and held his eyes for a moment, then, “No, sir, I mean we’re here for you now.”

This time, he blushed though it wasn’t as obvious on his very dark skin. “Ohhhhh …”

Both women rose and bent over the desk, their feet separated wide. He quickly rose, loosening his belt and slacks as he moved around the desk to the women ready for him. Though the door was still wide open, it wasn’t an issue as they all were used to what happened in the office so there was no reason to pretend to hide the activity. If his sons heard or saw, it only meant the women would be called into other offices after he was done.

He didn’t bother kicking his shoes off and removing his slacks, just let them drop to his ankles as he moved behind the closest ass which happened to be Abby. The entire discussion had him hard so he only had to place his cock between her thighs, move it along her slit and immediately saw moisture coating the head (no surprise at that, these women seemed to be in a constant state of lubrication) and press into her hole. As his cock squeezed into her hole, he heard a loud sigh and gasp, then saw Jean looking over at her daughter smiling at the reaction. These women certainly loved their big cocks and had become near experts in using all their holes for them, even swallowing down the throat.

Abby groaned at the deep penetration of his cock. Even after all their fucking of the men the sensation of being stretched and filled to capacity was still there. Maybe her mom had been correct when she insisted they both use Ben-Wa balls at home to strengthen their cunt walls and keep that feeling for them and the men. If they worked, it was great but they also felt wonderful.

Jean watched Abby closely when she saw Jacob stop behind her. It wasn’t often she had the opportunity to see her daughter during the initial penetration by one of these big cocks. Usually, even if they were in the same proximity, they were occupied by their own men and cocks. So this time with no cock to distract her, she watched only her daughter’s reaction, intent on seeing her face and what it showed. She wasn’t disappointed. She knew intimately, of course, the feeling of that penetration by a cock that filled and stretched her, but she was curious what it looked like on the face. Just seeing her daughter’s facial reaction and hearing her gave Jean a shiver of intense arousal. Her turn was coming soon. They had also devised this plan. This was all about giving him his climax by going back and forth between them. They probably wouldn’t. He would be pulling out of Abby at some point soon and thrusting into her own cunt. They would be teased by his fucking, essentially used to achieve his climax. No worry, though. There were three other men in the office always ready and willing.

Jacob surprised them. Jean felt him pulse inside her but he pulled out leaving her with the feeling of feeling of emptiness just as she was sure he was about to spew his cum into her. Instead, he slammed his big cock back into Abby. She heard her groan and his grunt as his cock probably bottom out inside and released his thick cum. The real surprise, though, was when he used his fingers at the base of his cock to clamp down on his climax, pulled out and penetrated her before releasing the flow of cum, again. He had managed to cum inside both of them.

Jacob sagged onto Jean’s back, his cock well embedded in her. Abby moved alongside them, turned into a hug of them both.

Jean gasped, “How did you manage that, sir? To cum in both of us?”

He chuckled, “After my wife died, I didn’t believe there could be another woman like her so I didn’t have much interest in dating. My sexual release mostly came from masturbating. Sitting with a laptop with porn and stroking, I didn’t want to just spew so I figured out stopping the flow by squeezing on the base until I got to the bathroom.” His arms around both women, he gave each a kiss; Abby on the mouth, Jean on the shoulder. “I can’t believe I told you two that.”

Abby returned the kiss and cupped her mom’s breast. “Because you trust us the same way we trust you.”

He sighed and eased his cock out of Jean. Both women turned and dropped to their knees to quickly clean his cock before tucking the monster into his underwear and slacks.

Jean was also right about the other men. Their awareness of the new proposal to the women had them curious of the reaction so the sounds of passion, or more accurately fucking, drew them into the common area in anticipation. After being fucked but not such to achieve orgasm, the women stepped from Jacob’s office to the sight of the three sons expectantly waiting.

Matt asked, “A promotion celebration?”

Both women nodded excitedly as they stood just outside Jacob’s office naked, nipples still hard, and the insides of their thighs glistening with juice and cum. Their faces reflected the excitement and arousal that came not only from the awareness of just being fucked but the awareness of their expanded role for the agency which was a large new step for them into being sluts in the truest sense. They had been comfortable being sluts for their bosses’ pleasure but this new step was to be slutted out by their bosses’ to others for the benefit of the agency. They wouldn’t want to accept the ‘whore’ word so ‘slut’ would truly become their middle names. They had acknowledged that in their short discussion in the conference room. It wasn’t that they could just live with that understanding, they were excited by it. They would have continued happily to being fucked by these four big black cocks and felt they were living a fantasy come true. This new thing, entrusting these same four to … hmmmm … pimp? … to LOAN them out to others, to SHARE them with others … it was like another way of giving more of themselves to these men. And, that was the excitement. Giving even more of themselves to them.

They smiled at each other, both women accepting and acknowledging to each other what they were stepping into and nodded indicating their excitement and devotion to each other and the path they found themselves on. They dropped to their knees alongside their desks and looked up at the men. Caleb and Terrell stepped up Jean with open slacks and hardening cocks. Matt stepped up to Abby. Both women grabbed cock and began licking, sucking and stroking. Both women fucked in the common area at their desks, Jacob leaning against his door jam watching with a smile on his face. He chuckled internally … could there possibly be a better bonding exercise for a team?

* * * *

They were in a cab going directly from the airport to the Harold Swanson’s company complex. Jacob was sitting between Jean and Abby in the back seat, discretely stroking the thighs of both women. They were wearing business outfits appropriate for the meeting except possibly that the skirts were perhaps a bit too short but not too short. Both dresses came to several inches above the knee and had slid up getting into the cab. That left a good amount of stocking clad leg to caress under each of his hands. The tops of the dresses were open allowing a hint of cleavage but only a hint. They were aiming at alluring, not slutty. Their wardrobe had shifted so significantly to enticing the men at the office their closets contained little they could choose from. More shopping … oh darn.

“What’s the plan, sir?” Abby’s eyes followed his fingers lightly stroking her thigh as she asked the question. She was wishing they had the time to check-in at the hotel before the meeting to relieve some of his persistent teasing of them. Her thong had been wet for most of the travel time here. Maybe her body would ease once they were at the company. In the office, nobody cared if their horniness showed. They could work through it. This was different. Business decorum was paramount.

“We’ll being meeting them in their corporate offices. The meeting should be a couple hours. I have a dinner arranged in a separate, private room at the hotel where we shouldn’t be interrupted unless requested after the meal is served. We’ll have a self-serve bar in that room for drinks ahead of the meal. After dinner … well … that will likely depend on Harold Swanson. I have a large suite reserved for our room and we can use that for additional entertainment if it goes there. Knowing Swanson, it probably will. This is a man who has hired call girls for some of his senior management gatherings. These are the same people we’ll be meeting with.”

Jean sighed, feeling the effect of his teasing as his fingers delved under her skirt and grazed her wet thong as she dutifully open her legs for him. “Sir … do you think … mmmmm … sorry … do you think he will recognize us?”

“I would be surprised. He had quite a bit to drink before we encountered you that night. And, he was fighting the urge to jump you right there in the bar while we waited for Abby. The only thing on his mind was if we were really getting you into his room.” He elicited a soft moan from Abby, too. “When I introduce you, the same last names, he will start wondering. Two blondes. Mother and daughter. What are the odds? Then we’ll have him.”

Jean said, “It all sounds so manipulative, sir.”

He smiled and pulled his fingers from between their legs as the cab pulled into a large parking lot in front of an impressive building with manufacturing looking buildings behind it. “Yes, dear, that’s what sex in business is … manipulative.”

Abby mused, “Using their base desires against them.”

“Well put, my dear.” He patted two exposed thighs, “Are we ready?”

Jean answer, “The presentation loaded on the laptop and support documents and data on the tablet.”

“And your horny sluts,” Abby added with a giggle.

* * * *

They were gathered in a large conference room on the top floor of the five story office structure. The conference room was floor to ceiling windows overlooking acres of manufacturing and shipping space. It was impressive, especially to Jean and Abby who were so new to such things. The laptop was hooked into the projector system and everyone was seated except for Harold Swanson who was late. Seven men and two women of the senior management team were around the table with an empty chair at the end opposite where Jacob sat. Jean and Abby were sitting near Jacob against the inside wall of the room. They guess the age of the group ranged from about 40 to mid-50’s. The two women were probably mid-40’s and both Jean and Abby wondered if they were involved in the activity Jacob mentioned. That would be unexpected.

When Harold Swanson blew in, he closed the door behind him and apologized profusely to Jacob, perhaps not noticing the two women along the wall. Some issue with a stockholder acting like a product manager. Swanson shook his head and his team responded with polite chuckles, as if to say, ‘Stockholders, can’t live without them but …’.

They settled in the meeting and presentation after a brief introduction to his team to hear how Collins Sales might be of benefit to them handling a wider range of their products. Then, he turned the meeting over to Jacob with him opening with a discussion of the office, small but quick to respond because they were small. He walked them through slides of other product-lines they handled that would be in line with theirs. Having lines aligned to customers allowed for smoother introduction of new and complimentary opportunities.

Jean sat quietly but attentively at the side, listening to Jacob and questions but splitting attention between the people around the table and Jacob. They knew the contents of the slides by heart and didn’t need to even glance at the flat screen to know what was being shown. She found herself feeling a deepening sense of respect and admiration for Jacob, his presentation, expression of comfortable knowledge, a bearing of authority and strength without giving the impression of ego or superiority. Then it changed, the atmosphere of the room changed. The youngest man challenged Jacob suddenly as Jacob talked about the position of dominance Collins Sales maintained in the region. The man did it boldly and with a tone that suggested he felt Jacob was lying. It seemed he was defensively taking a position in support of the existing agency.

I could see Jacob react with surprise and a moment of confusion. The outburst was inappropriate and even others at the table had similar reactions. Jean saw out of the corner of her eye that Abby was furiously working on the tablet but her attention was again taken by Harold Swanson asking for quiet. He was looking at Jacob as if to ask if the question had merit. At that very moment, Abby moved out of her seat and squatted next to Jacob. Jean heard her say, “Sir, take a look at this.” He scanned the tablet and smiled. Abby resumed her seat.

“Harold, I think we’ve known each other long enough that you know I am not one to exaggerate and falsely boast.” He looked from Swanson to the others around the table and smiled which had a noticeable effect on the man challenging him. “But I understand that the rest of your team may not know me as well. I would like you to see the data supporting the claim I made.” He passed the tablet to the person on his left and leaned back. That person looked, nodded, smiled and passed it down the line. Jacob casually turned and gave Abby a smile and a thumbs-up to Jean. He was telling Abby she did well and telling Jean she had a hell of a daughter. She did, too. She reached to the side and touched Abby’s thigh. Abby was glowing.

Once everyone had seen the tablet and were satisfied, reluctantly by the one man, Swanson commented, “I’ve known Jacob Collins for many years and he has never let me down. I think now you all have seen a part of who this man is.” Jacob thanked him with a nod. Then, Swanson said, “But Jacob … I apparently didn’t note earlier your associates.” He looked directly at the two women along the side. “I am sorry for the oversight, ladies. You’ve all been introduced, I assume?”

Jean and Abby both stood at their chairs. Jean took over with a quick glance at Jacob indicating awareness of what might be about to happen. Jacob stifled a smile while anticipating it was indeed about to happen.

“Sir … Mr. Swanson … I’m Jean Evans …”

Abby inserted, “And I am Abby Evans.”

“We work for Collins Sales as Client and Customer Relations Associates. We work closely with all four of the sales managers making up the firm.”

Swanson stared at them. “The same last name …”

“Yes, sir. Abby is my daughter.”

They could see the wheels turning in Swanson’s head: good looking blonds; similar looks; mother and daughter. “Interesting … it must be nice to … work … closely with your daughter.”

Jean glanced at Abby and winked, “She does bring me pleasure, sir.” Abby almost choked and Jacob fought to hold his own composure at the double entendre Jean just spouted.

Swanson smiled even broader and looked at Jacob. “After the meeting, I’d like to ask you something, Jacob.” Jacob smiled back at him and nodded.

“What do you think they are talking about?” Jean and Abby had thanked the team, collected the laptop and tablet, and were now watching Jacob and Swanson talking. Swanson kept looking in the direction of the women and smiling.

“Whatever it is,” Jean said, “Mr. Swanson has figured out who we are. The look in his eyes is remembering details of that night.”

After finally arriving in the hotel suite with their bags, Jean and Abby sank in chairs facing a window overlooking the city. Jacob brought them a glass of wine and stood in front of the window.

“Excellent meeting, ladies. I don’t think it could have gone better. Even Swanson said it. I must say, Abby, coming up with that data so quickly defused that guy. By the way, he won’t be joining the group tonight. Swanson saw through his ploy of trying to ruin our pitch for the other guys. If he is still working for the company tomorrow, it will be somewhere else.”

Jean sipped her wine but was watching him over the rim of her glass as he sipped his bourbon. She finally asked, “What about tonight, sir? We saw how you and Swanson were talking after.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, he figured it out like we thought he would. Which, incidentally, is also working in our favor. He gave me his ideas for tonight and I agreed. They’re outrageous enough that we’ll have his lines for sure.”

Abby smiled and raised her glass in salute, “That’s wonderful, sir! What did he have in mind that you’ve already agreed to?”

* * * *

Jacob made some modifications to the arrangement with the hotel for drinks and dinner. The women listened and shook their heads. They had listened to the plan and were now listening to Jacob getting the hotel to hustle to make the changes. At 6:30 PM, a self-serve bar before dinner with absolute privacy. At 8:00 PM, precisely, the door would be unlocked and a buffet of items would be brought in for self-serving by the attendees and, again, absolute privacy until they exited at 10:00 PM at which time they would adjourn to their suite. It took some doing, locked doors and all, but the promise of a good tip seemed to swing it.

Showers, makeup, hair, and careful dressing. They were in the private room separated from the restaurant at 6:00 PM. Jean and Abby both wore light coats as they familiarized themselves with the liquor available, Jacob promising to request that nothing but simple drinks would be requested. Abby hoped they only asked for beer or wine. She could handle that. She wasn’t even old enough yet to drink in a bar.

At 6:20, the main group arrived en masse and the last straggler at 6:28. The hotel attendant set the lock on the door and closed it behind him. Once they were alone, one of the two women on the team took her drink from Abby and asked loud enough for all to hear, “Okay … what’s with the coats? Not a good look, ladies.” The group laughed and set their focus on Jean and Abby.

They both looked to Jacob who was standing to the side with Swanson. Jacob gave them the nod. Jean stepped from behind the bar to join Abby front and center. Both women loosened the ties of the coats and open them. Gasps sprang from the group in unison. When they slipped he coats off the shoulders and down their arms to be discarded, they heard: “My God …”; “Fuck me.”; “That looks like it might be entirely possible.”

Jean and Abby stood in the same outfits they had worn to the BBQ and Jacob’s house: white lace shelf bra, white lace, sheer thong, sheer white lace top stockings, and white high heels. This time, they also wore pearl ear-rings and a string of pearls hanging between their breasts.

Abby approached the same woman and asked, “Is this better, ma’am?”

“Oh, dear … very sexy.” She leaned in close to Abby and softly asked, “Do you eat pussy, dear?”

Abby giggled, “Yes, ma’am … well … to be truthful there’s only one so far.” She glanced to the side at Jean.”

“Ohhh … your mom?!? NO …” She raised a hand and fingered one of the exposed nipples. “Everything about you is sexy.”

Abby smiled and returned to Jean still fixing some drinks. “This should be interesting … that woman just hit on me.”

Jean and Abby made the rounds delivering drinks, getting felt up, and generally groped. Eventually, they were both signaled to join Jacob and Swanson. Jean asked, “Sirs, do you desire another drink?”

Swanson reached out and took one nipple of each woman and pulled. “That isn’t even close to what I desire. Since it came to me just who you two were, I’ve been walking around with a raging hard on.”

Jacob got their attention back, if not the fingers off their nipples. “It is almost time for dinner. You know what you have to do.” He slipped his hand down between Jeans thighs and slid a meaty finger over her thong covered cunt lips. He smiled, “It feels like you’re ready.”

Jean sighed as the fingers softly stroked her, “Sir … we’ve been ready for hours.”

He walked them back to the bar so he could give a final instruction. “There are seven men and two women. Leave Swanson for last with the two of you. Are the women going to be a problem?” They shook their heads with smiles. “Good. I didn’t think so given the times we’ve seen you two going at each other.”

Abby was blushing from the recognition of their mother/daughter love-making. “But, sir, there are eight men.”

He smiled, “Not me. Not with them. I am going to be watching over the two of you.”

They shared a glance, smiled, and hugged him together. “See why we trust you, sir? We’ll make it up to later, promise.”

He patted their butt cheeks exposed by the thongs. “Scoot … time to open the door.”

They giggled, clasped hands and scurried to the long table set for dinner with two too many place settings. The table was, as with many hotel functions, was covered with dr****g table cloth to hide the fact that the tables were well used and beat up. They dropped to their knees and crawled underneath the table. They could hear murmurs and comments from the other people who noticed just as the door opened and carts of food brought in for the buffet. It took several minutes for the hotel servers to get the buffet set up before the door could again be locked.

Swanson, then, addressed the group. “Team …,” and he must have raised his glass in the air, “a thanks to Collins Sales.” There was clinking of glasses and cheers. “You know how deviant my ideas can go. It has taken a while to narrow down a team of accomplished members who can willingly share in the same activities on occasion.” There was comfortable laughter. “Tonight, though, is special. We have had to rely on the particular talents of call girls in the past. Nothing against a good call girl, mind you, because they certainly provided the unique rewards our group events were intended for. BUT … tonight, thanks to Jacob and the two ladies under the table …,” laughter, “… we won’t be with a paid whore, but business women like us who enjoy sex.” More cheers. “In case you were wondering why they are under the table, it is not just because we didn’t want the hotel staff to see them. After you get your food and pick a place at the table, strip from the waist down and take you seat.” It was quiet for a moment, then more excited murmurs. “Enjoy this unique dinner. After dinner, we’ve been invited up to their suite for … Jacob assures me … for more vigorous activities.”

There was a scurry of activity as people lined up, got plates of food, and refilled wine glasses. Jean and Abby were crouched on their knees sitting back on their heels. Then, they saw feet coming to chairs around them, shoes being pried off, and clothes dropping to the floor including two skirts. As people took seats, they were confronted with an array of bare legs, most with cocks in various degrees of arousal and two pussies that were neatly trimmed. They shared a kiss under the table and started with two men on each side of Jacob. They would work their way down the line and meet at Swanson. As it turned out, the two women sat side by side. Abby shrugged and accepted that side.

The two men on either side of Jacob flinch and gasped as their legs were pressed apart and their cocks taken in hand and mouth. Someone commented, guess we know where they are starting. It drew chuckles. The situation must have been particularly stimulating. Both Jean and Abby worked diligently licking and sucking on the first cocks using techniques they had honed from the practice they had with Jacob and his sons every workday and more. It was made simpler that the cock were smaller and fit in their mouths and easily pressed their lips to the base of their cocks. The moans from above the table indicated the effect they were having but both women couldn’t help but think about the difference for them. To press their lips to the base of any of the black cocks they were used to required them to take cock deep into their throat. Not that it was a problem for them, any longer, but it did take concentration and effort. These cocks … not so much.

Jean took a the cum of the first man into her mouth, swallowed what she had, and was reminded (AGAIN) by the difference. Not that she would ever indicate anything to these men, but … that was like sipping down some cum when she had to gulp the cum to keep up from her men. She smiled as he shifted the side and grasped the next cock. The thought, her men, caused a flush through her body.

Abby had sucked out the cum of two men when she reached the first of the women. She pressed the woman’s legs apart and pulled her legs to get her pussy closer to the edge of the chair. The woman gasped at the manipulation and groaned loudly as Abby abruptly and forcefully thrust her tongue between the already glistening lips. Abby wasn’t tentative. She didn’t approach it with a lick or kiss but boldly and commandingly like it belonged to her. The woman leaned back and scooted her ass further on the chair to open herself more to the mouth at her pussy. People around the table were watching her and gasped when a hand came from under the table to grasp and squeeze one breast through the woman’s clothes. She dropped her fork which loudly clattered off the plate onto the table cloth as her one hand covered the hand aggressively groping her breast and moved her other hand onto the head between her legs. While the men seemed to have tried to maintain some composure, this woman didn’t seem able to. When she came, both her hands clamped onto her mouth to stifle her cries. She was slouched low and gasping as Abby shifted to the next woman whose breathing immediately quickened and muttered, “Oh God …”

Jean heard the commotion behind her and smiled as she took another cock into her mouth after three loads of cum sucked out. When she heard Swanson say, “Really, Nancy? Did you enjoy that?” She smiled wider.

The woman behind her responded through gasps, “Fuck … sorry … the whores never made me feel that.” Jean giggle with her mouth full of cock. She thought, I knew that little slut felt good but that’s a new perspective.

After six loads of cum and two orgasmic pussies, Jean and Abby met at the last cock … Mr. Swanson. He sighed as the tongues of both women touched his hard, straining cock. “Oh … yesssss … I’ve been waiting for my turn.” He gasped as one mouth too in one of his balls as another mouth swallowed his cock, sliding down the entire length immediately until he felt the lips in his pubic hair. One mouth fucked his cock as the other sucked and swirled a tongue around his ball, switching to the other ball. “Ohhhh … fuck … yeah, sorry … Nancy … now I understand …”

Jacob sat back sipping a bourbon. He looked at each of the people at the table as they watched their boss receiving the same pleasure they had enjoyed. Each had orgasmed to the attention of Jean or Abby, now the two were focused on Swanson. He felt a pang of … what? … guilt at using the women this way? … hmmm … maybe a little but they were willing and eager about supporting him. He understood these two weren’t submissives but he also understood he needed to be careful with them. Despite their participation being free-will, he wondered if there was anything they wouldn’t do for him or his sons, if asked. No … what he felt more was jealousy. He knew these two … very well, he knew them. He knew how their mouth and tongues felt on his cock; how their cunts and assholes felt tightly wrapped around his cock. He was almost jealous of sharing them. These two might be sluts in their way of thinking, but they were his sluts, his sons’ sluts. This was an interesting feeling to get his head around.

Jean and Abby were almost making sucking Swanson’s cock a competition. They understood without really thinking about it that all of this ended with how Swanson’s reaction was at the end of the night. Pleasing and satisfying the others helped but Swanson was the determining factor. So, without plan or discussion, they combined their fingers, lips, tongues and mouth on his cock, the last in the chain. And, it wasn’t easy for them to combine their efforts. With the Collins men, they had 10, 11, 12 inches of cock to use. Here … well, they kept bumping heads and getting in each other’s way. It might have been humorous but nobody else could see it. They ended up trading time between sucking cock and mouth balls.

Jean was sucking when she felt the cock swell and pulse. Abby felt the pulse, too. She scrambled to get her mouth near her mom’s just as it spewed cum. They missed more than they captured. Some cum landed on his abdomen and more on their faces. They licked up the cum from his body, then sat back and looked down the lines of naked soft, fleshy legs, nothing like the hard, dark bodies of their men. Their men. The thought was individual and not shared. It was, however, a thought they both had at the moment.

“Ladies?” It was Swanson’s voice. They crawled out from under the table and stood on either side of him. Their mouths and cheeks glistened with the mixture of cum, pussy juice and saliva. Their breasts were even more exposed from their shelf bras shifting during their efforts, and their sheer thongs were plastered to their cunts and pulled into the lips like extreme camel-toes. Jacob was pointing to their chins and they blushed as they sc****d cum from there up into their mouths.

Swanson nodded to Jacob and Jacob stood. “We have about 15 minutes before the door is opened. Time enough to get yourselves presentable. If anyone found this meal enjoyable and would like to part take in a more thorough sampling of these ladies, we’ll be moving to the suite shortly.”

Swanson’s hands were now on the inside of their thighs and his fingers caressing over the material wedged inside their cunt lips. Jean lean over him and kissed his cheek, “We hope you will be joining us upstairs, sir.”

He stood, pinching the nipples of both women. ‘Are you k**ding? That was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I want to sample the rest of you, too.” Behind Swanson’s back, Abby raised her hand and thumb to Jacob. Jacob smiled and mouthed a thank you.

* * * CHAPTER 7: THE SWANSON AFTER PARTY will follow * * * Thanks for reading.