Bob fixed it up so I could do homework and study on company time under the guise of working on a special project for him (well I was, wasn’t I?) and on a Tuesday I met Alex Markus in the restaurant of the downtown Hilton. Dinner was followed by dancing and a few drinks (I had a very credible fake ID) and around ten Alex walked me into room 412. No need for a boring description other than to say that we were both well satisfied when it was over. We had done it all; eaten each other, some sixty-nine, anal twice, vaginal twice and one load down my throat. Alex asked me if I could spend the night and I told him that I couldn’t that night, but if he still wanted me to I could probably stay on Thursday.
Wednesday was dinner, followed by drinking and dancing and a repeat of Tuesday evening. Thursday was a bit different. After dinner Alex had tickets to a show and after the show was drinking and dancing and of course a trip to room 412 and it was then that Alex showed me that he had a kinky side. He asked me if I had ever done threesomes and I said I had and he then asked me if I liked them and I told him very much. He picked up the phone and called room service and ordered a bottle of champagne.
He was eating me when the knock on the door came and he got up to get it. I looked up to see him coming back with the room service waiter, an older black man of about forty. Alex pointed at me lying naked on the bed and said:
“If you don’t mind sharing that’s your tip.”
The black man didn’t say word. He just smiled and started taking off his uniform.
I was just a little pissed at being taken for granted. Yes, I had said I’d done threesomes and liked it, but I had not been asked if I would like to do what Alex just dropped on me. Part of me wanted to get off the bed, dress and storm out of the room, but in the back of my mind I was considering what that would mean to Bob and the company. Reason prevailed and I smiled at the black man and opened my legs. Alex arranged us so I was cowgirl on the waiter and then Alex took my ass. When both men had come I started sucking the waiter as Alex went and washed his cock and then the waiter took my ass while Alex filled my pussy.
After the waiter had gone Alex did something that had never been done to me before. He went down on me even though I was full of the waiter’s cum. It must have been a big turn on for him because he was hard as iron when he pulled his face out of my pussy and moved up to slide his cock into me. He brought me off twice before he came and then as we lay there sipping champagne he said:
“I invited Marcus (the waiter) back when his shift is over at twelve.”
Alex did my ass again and then we napped until there was a knock on the door at a little after twelve. Alex got up and came back with Marcus and another black man.
“I told Marcus to bring a little help.”
Again I was pissed, but again I kept it to myself as Alex arranged us the way he wanted us. It was a long night. Both Marcus and Jerome (the second black man) came in my pussy twice, my ass once and I took a load from Jerome down my throat and that doesn’t even count what Alex pumped into my three holes. It was almost four when the party broke up and I fell asleep next to Alex. Luckily my first class wasn’t until eleven on Friday. Alex woke me by finger fucking me and when he saw that I was awake he mounted me one more time and then we showered and I dressed and left.
I only had two classes on Friday and the second let out at two-thirty so I was at work by three. At four Bob called me into his office and told me that Alex was quite taken with me and then he handed me an envelope and said:
“A little token of my appreciation.”
Then he told me that he had another ‘special’ customer coming into town the following week and he asked me if I might happen to have Wednesday night open. I assured him that I did and we made arrangements for me to stop by his apartment for a bite of ‘lunch’ on Saturday.
When I left his office I opened the envelope and found three thousand dollars. It was official. I was now a paid whore.
After that Bob set me up with his ‘special customers’ three or four times a month and my ‘token of appreciation was never less than two thousand dollars. By the time I graduated I had just over two hundred and sixty thousand in safe deposit boxes at two separate banks.
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Graduation found me Ricky less. He called me one Friday evening and cancelled a date we had to attend a party (and yes – it was that kind of party) and asked me to meet him for breakfast at the Village Inn on Saturday. He cut right to it. He had met someone he had fallen in love with. He told me he would never forget me, wished me well and then got up and left.
I was a little stunned. I had no illusions about Ricky and I being in it for the long haul, but I had expected that it would be a slow drifting apart after we both graduated. I had not even remotely expected that it would be so abrupt.
As graduation got closer I began sending out resumes and when Bob found out he wanted to know why.
“I thought you liked it here.”
“I do lover, but I’m not going to waste a degree by working as a file clerk.”
“I never expected that you would. When you graduate I’ll have an appropriate job waiting for you.”
I asked him what he had in mind and he told me that he wasn’t happy with Sam’s replacement and he was going to let him go and give me a shot at the job. When he told me about the pay and benefits I smiled and stopped sending out resumes. If that conversation had taken place a month earlier my retort would have been:
“Yes Bob. But I don’t want to be the full-time company whore.”
I couldn’t say that anymore. Mom was back and she was back with a vengeance. She had seen a doctor and he had put her on hormone treatments and mom had rediscovered sex. My dad was no longer grouchy all the time, Alan was suddenly smiling a lot more and Josh from the mailroom was walking around with a permanent smile on his face. There was a drop in the number of ‘special customers’ I was seeing and time spent with Bob was cut in half.
With Ricky out of the picture I had several guys asking me for dates and I went out with most of them at least once and I even gave it up for a couple, but I never found one with the right mental attitude to take Ricky’s place.
I still played railroad a couple of times a month, but I usually went to them with Abby instead of a guy. I was getting by on a lot less sex than I was used to, but the lack of bed or backseat action gave me more time to work on all the things that needed to be done before graduation. I had term papers, projects and presentations that needed to be completed. The last one, a group project for my Strategic Analysis for Business class, was finished on time and then I was able to sit back and relax and think about where I wanted to move when I graduated,
I finally settled on an apartment that was close to work. It was a two bedroom and the apartment complex had a pool and an exercise room. Thanks to my safe deposit boxes I had no trouble coming up with the first and last months rent and the security deposit. Mom went with me to shop for furniture and things and then mom surprised me by paying for all the furniture as a graduation present from her and dad. I moved in one week before graduation.
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Graduation came and went and I started full time for Bob. My third day on the job as a full-time employee brought about another major change in my life. It took a couple of months to happen, but the seed was planted when Bob called me into his office and told me that he had a couple of very ‘special customers’ coming to town the following week and he asked me if I would ‘spend some time’ with them. Before I could say yes he said:
“I guess I need to let you know that they are a little kinky. They like to double team girls. Is that something that you can do?”
“It depends.”
“On what?”
“Is double teaming the extent of their kinkiness or do they have some other kinks that I may not care for.”
“None that I’ve ever heard of. They just like to share their women.”
“I guess I can do it then.”
The following Tuesday I found myself at the Marriott in room 218 with Jason and Tom. There was no diner and dancing with the two, just sex. Lots and lots and lots of sex. If it could be done by two men and a woman we did it – twice! The two decided to stay over for a second night and we did it again only I got dinner out of it the second night. My token of appreciation for the two evenings was five thousand dollars. I found out later that the ‘tokens’ were actually commissions that I received for the signing of contracts that I helped facilitate. Commissions that were totally under the table.
The session with Jason and Tom led to Bob asking me to do other multiple partner meetings. Several with two men, a couple with three and one with four. My tokens for those were also quite generous and the stash in my safe deposit boxes kept growing and growing.
What with going to parties with Abby once or twice a month, my time with Bob and the time I was spending with Bob’s ‘special customers’ I was getting enough sex, but I missed having a guy of my own. The problem of course was that I just couldn’t find one who had the kind of mind set that I needed him to have.
The seed that had been planted during the meeting with Bob that had led to my evening with Tom and Jason took root and grew into a large plant – a plant that flowered on a Wednesday evening in November. I was entertaining four of Bob’s ‘special customers’ at the Marriott when there was a knock on the door. Don answered it and I heard a voice I recognized say:
“Hi; I’m here for the party” and my mother walked into the room and saw her baby girl on hands and knees with a cock in both ends of her.
“As you can see” Dan said, “She is busy and Mike and I have been waiting our turn, but now that you are here and we don’t have to wait any more.”
Mom was rooted to the spot, staring at the tableau in front of her and I don’t even think she noticed Don and Mike undressing her until they got to where they were unsnapping her bra and tugging down her thong. She looked from one to the other and then back at me and then she shrugged and went with the flow.
It of course was not the first time I’d seen my mom doubled, and images of that first time when I’d walked in on her flashed through my mind, but it was certainly her first time seeing the same thing happening to her daughter. It was weird though seeing her on the next bed looking like a mirror image of what I was doing on my bed. I was on hands and knees plugged at both ends and so was mom.
Paul came in me and then Dave moved from my mouth to my pussy. Over on mom’s bed Don came in mom and Mike moved from her mouth to her pussy. Paul took his limp cock over to mom and offered it to her mouth and she took it and at the same time Don came over to me with his just deflated member and I took him in my mouth. Picture it! Mother and daughter tasting each other for the first time. And just how weird is it for a daughter to watch her mother take a cock in her ass? Not only take it in the ass, but scream:
“Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass! Cum in my ass! Harder damn it, harder!”
The four men shared the two of us until ten-thirty when mom said she had to be going. That left me with the four until I called it quits at midnight. I left the hotel wondering how my next meeting with my mother was going to go when we got to work in the morning.
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The next morning mom was waiting for me in the parking lot. She got out of her car and got in my Mustang and as soon as she was in she asked:
“How long has it been going on?”
I knew what she was asking and I said, “Since you stopped being Bob’s ‘go-to-girl.’ He asked me if I would be interested in taking your place.”
“Just like that? He called you into his office, told you I used to be the company whore and asked you to take my place?”
“Pretty much” and then I told her about the Christmas party and what I’d been doing with Bob ever since. She looked at me with a stunned look on her face and then said:
“It must be something in my DNA that I passed on to you. Come on, were going to be late.”
She joined me at lunch (much to Alan’s displeasure) and told me that she had talked with Bob that morning. Apparently he had been in the middle of a crisis with one of our biggest customers and had totally spaced out that he had already set me up with the four guys and he had asked mom to take care of them.
“He wants to know if we would be willing to do it again.”
“Do what again?”
“Entertain clients together.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I told him that it would be up to you.”
“You told him that? You told him you would be up to having orgies with your own daughter?”
“It didn’t kill us last night. In fact, once I got over the shock of seeing you there I thought it was as erotic as all get out and I want to do it again.”
“This from the woman who got all bent out of shape when Alan wanted to get me involved with you and your posse?”
“If I knew then what I know now I would have been all for it. Anyway, think about it. Bob will probably ask you about it sometime today.”
At three Bob called me into his office and handed me an envelope with my ‘token of appreciation’ in it and asked me if I had talked with my mom. I said that I had seen her at lunch and then he asked me if it was something I thought I could do. I acted reluctant and he said:
“I’ve got some customers who would go nuts over a mother/daughter thing.”
I still didn’t say a word and just stood there looking apprehensive.
“You know I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Let me think about it. Last night was a shock to me and I still don’t know how I feel about it.”
I left his office knowing damned well that I would do it – that I looked forward to doing it. When mom asked me about my meeting with Bob I told her that I hadn’t committed to anything, but that I was probably going to do it.
The following Monday Bob called me into his office and told me he had some ‘special customers’ coming to town the next day and asked me if I would be willing to ‘visit’ with them with my mother and after several seconds of hesitation I told him I would do it.
There were five of them and we met them for dinner and drinks at five and by seven mom and I were naked on adjoining beds. And talk about a kinky evening! It was the first time I’d seen mother three holed and the first time she saw me the same way. The five men worked us over pretty good until mom had to leave at ten and then they were all mine until I ended it at midnight.
The next morning at coffee break mom asked me how things had gone after she left and all I could tell her was that nothing happened that didn’t happen when she was there.
“One of these nights” she said wistfully, “I won’t have to leave.”
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Mom and I did five more of those group gropes over the next three months and then it was time for my birthday again. This one would be a milestone – my twenty-first. I would now be legally able to go into bars. No more taking chances with a fake ID.
My birthday was on a Thursday and mom told dad she was taking me out for drinks after work so he was on his own as far as dinner was concerned. After work we stopped at Alphonse’s for dinner and then went to The Pit for drinks. They had a live band that night and as two unescorted ladies we hadn’t been at our table five minutes before guys were asking us to dance.
Mom was flattered since most of the guys were half her age. She was having a good time and I almost expected to see her drag one of the young studs out to the parking lot. She and the guys she went out onto the dance floor with gave new meaning to “dirty dancing” and I swear there would have been penetration if it wasn’t for the clothes they were wearing.
I wasn’t doing all that bad myself and as a guy was dancing with me and cupping my ass in both hands I watched the same thing going on with my mom and I wondered how many other daughters and moms had a relationship like ours.
By nine-thirty mom had picked out one that she wanted to play with, but he was there with a buddy and mom asked me if I would “take one for the team.” I had danced with the guys a couple of times and he seemed nice enough so I said that I would.
“Can we go to your place? When I call your father to tell him not to wait up for me I want him to see that it is your number on the caller ID.”
Ten-twenty found me on my king sized bed with my legs up on Marty’s shoulders as Harry butt fucked my mom on the bed next to me. Then my mom did something that I thought was both erotic as hell and downright nasty. With Harry still buried in her ass she reached for the bedside phone and called my father.
“Hi baby. I’m calling because I didn’t want you to worry. We got a little carried away and I don’t think it would be wise for me to try and drive home.”
“Oh yes indeed. She did her birthday up right. She’s in the same condition I am” she said as she looked over at me, winked and pushed her ass back on Harry’s cock.
“We cabbed to her apartment. In the morning we will take a cab back to pick up our cars and go from there to work.”
“Thank you baby. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night.”
“Love you too. Bye.”
She hung up the phone and then looked back over her shoulder at Harry and told him to fuck her harder.
We swapped partners a couple of times before the guys left around two-thirty. I walked them to the door and saw them out and then locked the door. By the time I got back to the bedroom mom was fast asleep.
On the way to work in the morning mom told me that I was a bad influence on her and I had to laugh at that.
“Bullshit! You were spreading for the boys long before last night. Knowing what I know and have learned since catching you with Mark, Sam and Alan I’d be willing to bet that you have been putting it out since you were ten or so.”
“Twelve actually.”
“And you probably didn’t stop when you married dad.”
“Did so. For almost four years.”
“Daddy is that bad in bed?”
“Your father is a fantastic lover, but he is only one man with the limitations of one man. You’ve seen me sweetie. Mark, Sam and Alan in the afternoon and I still needed your father at night. I just need more than any one man can give me and I hate to lay it on you like a curse, but I don’t see that it is going to be any different for you.”
That night was just the first of many for mom and me and they all ended up at my apartment. Occasionally there were more than two that we took home with us. One memorable night there were six and I got to see my mother do four guys at once – three-holed and jacking one off with her right hand. I tried to copy her and couldn’t do it. The three that were buried in me bounced me around so much that I could get any coordination going to jack off the fourth guy.
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It was a night out with my mom that changed my life. Once again we were at our favorite place – The Pit – and the usual parade of men was making their way to our table. I noticed a man sitting at the bar and he was looking at me, but he never came over to the table and asked me to dance. Every time I looked his way he was looking at me.
It was weird, but I felt an attraction toward him and I did something that I had never done before. It was totally out of character for me. I got up and went over to him.
“It doesn’t look like you are going to ask me to dance so I guess it is up to me to ask you.”
“I haven’t asked you to dance because I don’t want to embarrass myself. I can’t dance for beans.”
“Bull hockey! Anyone can dance to slow tunes. All you have to do is stand there, hold your partner and sway to the music. Come on. I’ll show you.”
I took him by the hand, pulled him off of his stool and led him out onto the dance floor. We stayed out there for three songs and by the time they were over I had a very strong suspicion that Stan was going to be a very, very large part of my life. When we left the floor Stan excused himself to go to the little boy’s room and I went over to our table, told mom she was on her own and I was waiting, purse in hand, when Stan came out of the bathroom.
“I’m not usually this forward” I told him, “but I’m not going to take a chance on letting you slip away. How about we get out of here and go some place for coffee?”
We ended up at a Denny’s and we drank coffee and talked for an hour. Stan was twenty-five, part owner of an engineering firm that specialized in bridge construction, had never been married and did not at that time have a lady in his life. I also found out that that night was the first time he had ever stopped at The Pit. I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard that since it meant – or at least I hoped it did – that he wasn’t aware of how many times I’d left the place with a man (or men) in tow. He got the sanitized (extremely sanitized) version of my life and when we left Denny’s we had a date for Saturday night. By the end of that date I knew that I had found the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
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It was three weeks before Stan tried to kiss me for the first time. I would have on the first date, but I wanted him and I was going to let him do things at his own pace. I was not –NOT! – going to do anything to scare him away.
I was too much of a sexaholic to go totally without and fortunately Bob and Bob’s ‘special customers’ helped keep the fires banked. It took five weeks before Stan tried his first feel, six before he got one of my breasts in his mouth, seven before he got his fingers in my pussy, nine before I gave him a hand job and twelve before I let him take me to a motel.
In a way it was a disappointment and in a way it was stupendous. Stan didn’t “send me to the moon” like Bob with his ten inches did or like several of Bob’s ‘specials’ did, but Stan didn’t fuck me; Stan made love to me and that was something that I’d never had before. Stan treated me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him. It was just missionary that first time as I wasn’t about to let Stan see my full bag of tricks. I’d bring him along slow, but he would eventually get everything that I was capable of giving.
Our second time was at his apartment and after a bout of missionary I asked him how soon he could be ready to go again and he said he didn’t know. I told him that several of my girlfriends had told me that oral sex got their boyfriends ready pretty quick and I offered to try it if he would like. He said he would like it and I warned him I had no experience, but would do my best. I gave him a tentative, but adequate blow job and he seemed to like it. He asked me how I felt after doing it and I told him I kind of liked it. Then he offered to do the same for me, but I told him maybe next time, but that right then I wanted his brand new hard on. By the end of our fifth night together Stan had gotten everything but my ass and I had no intention of ever going there until he asked me for it and even then I was going to act disgusted until we were in the middle of doing it and then I would go a little wild and tell him that I liked it – really liked it.
I was still doing Bob and his ‘specials’ on the nights I wasn’t trying to fuck Stan to death. I had already informed Bob that I intended to marry Stan and once we were married I was going to be a strictly one man woman and that man was going to be Stan. Bob said that he understood and that he wished me well.
“But you aren’t married yet and Charlie Baldrich will be in town Thursday so could you have dinner with him?”
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We had been dating for a little over nine months when Stan took a knee in front of me and asked me to marry him. I said yes and then things took on a life of their own as my mother went into full Mother of the Bride mode.
We were not a religious family so mom never even gave a thought to a church wedding. Instead she arranged for the ballroom at one of the local hotels and contracted with the hotel’s event planner to work with her on the wedding. Fran did a superb job and the only thing I had to do was find the dress I wanted and go to all the necessary fittings.
I let Abby know that my party nights were over and I told her the same thing I had told Bob. There would only be one man in my life once we were married and that man would be Stan. She said the same thing Bob did.
“You aren’t married yet so we need to get one more party under your belt.”
She set it up for the coming Saturday.
It was at one of the frat houses on campus and as soon as I walked into the room with Abby guys surrounded me and started undressing me until I was down to heels, hose and garter belt. I was picked up and carried to a bed, my legs were pulled apart and a guy when down on me while a hand played with one breast and a mouth attached itself to the other. Hands were all over me stroking my body and my hands were reaching out to grab and pull on exposed hard ons.
The guy eating me pulled his face away and moved up to line his cock up with my opening and then pushed. I was pushing my pussy up at him when a cock rubbed my lips and I opened my mouth to accommodate it. Then it just got repetitive as guys took turns on me. I had so many orgasms that I lost count.
I did my first ‘six way’ that night. I had a cock in all three available holes while jacking off a cock with each hand. Anyone seeing me that night would have recognized me for what I really was – a cock hungry slut. I was a cock hungry slut and I loved it.
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As the wedding drew closer I started saying no to Bob when he asked me to take care of his ‘specials’ and he didn’t take it badly (but he did take me several times).
I spent my time at work getting things up to snuff so that the two week honeymoon wouldn’t put me too far behind. I didn’t want to return and have to work sixteen hour days to get caught up.
Instead of a few days before the wedding Stan’s bachelor party was scheduled ten days before because of the previous commitments of the guys he wanted to be there. As soon as my mom found out the date of Stan’s party she set up a bachelorette party for me on the same night.
“Dress sexy” she told me, “We may go out once more after the party.”
She reserved one of the hospitality suites at the hotel and told me to be there at seven. I wore my favorite ‘little black dress’ with four inch heels, thigh highs and a lacy black thong. I didn’t wear a bra as one would ruin the line of the dress. I finished off the outfit with a string of pearls that Stan had given me.
As I drove to the hotel I wondered where mom and I would go after the party and how many we might take with us when we went to my place. The first indication that it wasn’t going to be a normal bachelorette party came when mom let me into the suite and I saw nine guys instead of a bunch of female friends. Mom laughed at the look on my face.
“Your party is going to be just like Stan’s. They will have a stripper come in and while Stan is probably too straight-laced to do anything with the stripper it is a good bet that the other guys will have at her. What is going to happen here is that you are going to be the stripper and after you have stripped for the guys I’m pretty sure that you know how things will go from there.”
She walked over to a boom box, pushed the “play” button and my bachelorette party was on.
The song that boomed out was Joe Cocker’s “You Can Leave Your Hat On” and I started a strip tease. I spun, dipped and twirled as I peeled the little black dress off. Once it was off there really wasn’t much more to strip off. I didn’t have a bra on and I always wore hose and heels when I fucked so all that was left to come off was the lacy black thong.
Not being a professional stripper I didn’t know a smooth looking easy way to get the thong off so I did it somewhat awkward and once it was off I strutted over to Brad (Mom had stocked the place with men I’d done before) and held the crotch under his nose. He took a deep sniff and everyone laughed. The Brad grabbed me and pulled me down on his lap. I gave him my idea of a lap dance and then hands grabbed me, carried me to a bed and in just minutes I was having the first of many orgasms as the nine men used all my holes and several times all three at once.
I wasn’t at all surprised to see my mother undressing as she watched her baby girl taking a cock in her mouth as another hard one probed the depths of her ass. I don’t know how long it might have gone on if mom hadn’t called a halt to things around two.
Except for Stan that was the last sex I had before the wedding. I did get a surprise on the night of the wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner. I saw my dad sneak off with Fran the wedding planner and a quick glance at my mom showed that she hadn’t noticed. When I thought about all the stuff I knew about mom I had to say to myself:
“Way to go dad.”
The wedding went off without a hitch and the two week honeymoon in Aruba was glorious and then we came home to start building our life together.
To be continued.