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HIS P.E.T. 10
CHAPTER 10: A P.E.T. DAY
I was 18 minutes into my swim. I knew that because I had purchased a large timer clock for the wall for one end of the pool. I zero the timer, hit the start button and dive into the water. I had started the day like many with a run with the dogs through the property and out onto the trails in the preserve further in back. I showered, dressed in something appropriate, all white today (stockings, heels, and PET choker), drank a protein smoothie, and ending up in the office upstairs. Hein had changed out the desk in the office. Oh, it was still glass topped, but it was now a massive thing to allow both of us to have dual monitors, which pointed us to the windows, and a peninsula of glass desktop between our two sides. So, when we sat across from each other, he still got his view of my crotch. I loved it. The man had no end to his interest in seeing my bare body. What wasn’t to love.
I finished up a review of documents he needed for a meeting and emailed him my comments and suggested revisions. I pulled up his calendar, syncing whatever new business items with the master calendar I was maintaining. The master automatically synced to his smartphone. I found no conflicts, so pushed back and slumped in my desk chair, staring out the window at the dreary, wet world outside. When I ran early this morning, it had been dreary and gray, but not yet wet. That had started while I was working.
I was restless. I got the highest priority need out of the way. I had more that could be done, not the least being to review Hein’s draft speech coming up in a month down in Rotterdam. But, I was restless. I knew what it was, too. The Exotische Erotische Sociaal was coming up. It had been a week since we had attended the Erotische Bal, which led to the Bakkers coming to the house for a talk about starting a different, more intimate group of our own. Hein had talked to the other two couples he and the Bakkers had agreed on, Meike and Stefan Hendriksen and Celine and Ruben Meijer. The gathering in about a week would be at the house and would be the trial for moving forward with the idea. Based on what Hein had described, the Bakkers came up with a name for our gatherings, Exotische Erotische Sociaals or Exotic Erotic Socials. These gatherings were intended to provide me with new opportunities to experience things sensually. Being the focal point for these gatherings, though, was still a little unnerving until I knew they would be successful. Successful meaning brings satisfaction and pleasure to the others, as well as to me.
I had picked up Spanish somewhat just from being exposed to it in Arizona so I was seeing if I could also pick up Dutch. English was commonly spoken, but I was wanting to present an image of a good visitor. I still wondered if I was an early stage of being an immigrant. We hadn’t gotten that far in our long-range discussions. Currently, we were all covered with work permits to keep us legal with the Dutch authorities. But, to truly make an impression, I was going to need a tutor. Chris and I were making good use of the fitness center’s equipment on the pool level and it was good for my body to have a Special Forces expert to train me in weights, balance, and defensive moves. The balance and defense training was like a cross between yoga and kickboxing aerobics class. I thought I was in shape until Chris started working with me. Some days after a tough workout, I begged him for a massage of my sore muscles. You can guess how that ended up.
I found myself bothering Sharon as she was trying to get her work done. She shooed me away, telling me to go for a swim to take my mind off the coming event. I went to the bedroom and stripped. Yeah, that didn’t take long. At the pool level, I had only my goggles in my hand, taking a towel from the cabinet and placing it on a nearby chair. I put the goggles on, reset the clock, punched the start button, and dove into the water.
When I reached the far side of the pool 18 minutes into my swim, I glanced up as I was turning to kick back in the other direction and saw dark blue slacks standing at the edge. I put up my hands and turned my body vertical to stop. I treaded water and found Chris looking down at me.
“What are you doing here?”
“Hein needs you at that meeting this afternoon. He swore up a blue streak when he realized he hadn’t put you on the schedule.”
“When?”
He looked at his watch, “An hour and five minutes. It will take us 30 minutes to get there and to the meeting room.”
“Shit! Why didn’t you call?”
“I did. No answer.”
“Oh … crap … I left my phone in the office upstairs …” I swam to the side where Chris met me with the towel. It was about 20 minutes later that I met him at the entryway. My hair was still damp, but would be dry by the time we got there. I was in a knee length, very professional looking dress. Well … it would have been if I was wearing the white blouse under the jacket as was intended. It was one of the times when I wore a bra, a white lacy one that didn’t quite provide all the support the outfit should have to be fully professional. Okay, two ways it wasn’t professional. Oh, wait, no panties, either. I did have stockings and heels, though. I loved teasing. And, Hein was fine with it …
The meeting was with a company seeking to produce product and parts for KONINGH companies. It was the issue covered by the documents I had been reviewing and commenting. Chris led me into Hein’s lavish corporate office just before his Executive Assistant knocked to let him know the visitors were in the executive conference room. As she turned to leave, the look she gave me was suspicious and hostile. As Hein moved to the door, he stopped to let me go first. I looked up at him and quietly said, “I don’t think she likes me very much.”
He looked outside at the woman’s open office area. “She is an excellent Assistant, but she isn’t you and I mean the three degrees that can help me. I’ll have a heart-to-heart talk with her after this meeting to let her know she has nothing to fear from your involvement. It’ll be fine, she is very much married with three young c***dren. Her concern is her position.”
Hein took the middle of the conference table on one side and the other president took the opposing location, while their support staff took positions along their respective sides. Classic power positioning. I sat in a chair directly behind Hein against the wall. Tablets and compact laptops were open and powered up for the discussion regarding their proposal. KONINGH executives and support personnel had performed their due diligence on the company and its proposal. This meeting was felt to be a formality. I had challenged Hein about that, however, feeling there were still issues of concern.
The meeting was led and directed by executives on both sides as they maneuvered through güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri the proposal. I could see that Hein had my marked-up copy of the proposal open on his tablet. When the review moved to the first concern, he asked the clarifying question I included as a review comment. What surprised me was that he read my suggested question word-for-word rather than putting it into his own words. The other president looked at Hein warily, getting whispered support from the executive on his right. The man smiled and gave a lengthy answer. While the man was still answering, I put an electronic sticky note on my tablet which went to Hein’s at the same time since we were now synced live for the meeting.
The note was simple, “Ask the question, again. He didn’t answer it. It only sounded like it.”
Hein didn’t immediately react. He didn’t turn to look at me or move his hands, he continued to give the man his attention. Finally, he held up his hand, “Excuse me, sir. I consider this question important. I trust the effort of my people and their confidence in your company’s abilities, but this is a question of concern to me. I did not hear a direct answer to the question, however.”
The man considered Hein for a moment, whispered to his people on either side of him, and considered Hein further. The tension in the room was evident. He began speaking, again. I sent another note, “Ask again.”
That item and another were placed in a ‘parking lot’ for follow-up later with more documentation and clarification. Hein assured the other company he still hoped to do business with them but required this further clarification.
After the visitors left the floor, Hein’s own executive in the meeting broke off from a discussion with his people and approached Hein. “I am sorry, sir. We’ve worked on that proposal with them for several weeks with reviews and requested revisions and negotiations. I reviewed it twice during that time.”
Hein laughed and clapped the man on the back, “Don’t feel bad, I reviewed it myself and didn’t see anything.” The man looked at him puzzled. Hein pointed to me. We were all gathered near his Assistant’s open office area and she was watching the dynamics with interest as other workers in the area were.
Hein nodded to me. “You are all experts in the topic being discussed, the product, parts, and qualities needed. I am not, but sometimes it helps for someone outside of the process to see what is really there or not there in the words. It is human nature to see and hear things along the line of what we want or expect. The wording here didn’t match up.”
“What about his explanations? I heard him address the question but, Hein, you kept after him.”
He pointed at me, again. I took a breath, “He was employing a classic debate and argument technique, and he was very good. If we had a recording of it, I could point it out to you. He simply identified important keywords and phrases Hein used and repeated them back in his answer. A very wordy answer that was mostly blah, blah, blah. Though the very wordy answer addressed several things, they didn’t address the actual question.” I watched them as they considered it. “Did you notice his smile finally? He recognized he had been caught and Hein wasn’t going to do the naturally human thing. It is another human reaction to not appear to be a bully by continuing to press an issue when someone responds to you. There was something they were trying to bluff their way through, which is why Hein’s counterpart did the talking. It was assumed Hein would not openly confront him. He was wrong. But, he managed to do it very diplomatically.”
Hein turned to enter his office, but as we passed his Assistant, he said to me, “He was wrong only because of you.” Hein told me later he didn’t need to have the conversation with his Assistant. She came in and apologized for her reaction.
At dinner that night, Hein thanked me in front of the others, which provided further validation of the other part of my role among the group. Even if it had never been questioned by them, it was nice for that side of me to be shared. Then, the discussion turned to the upcoming party.
Sharon offered, “As I understand this gathering, it will be as much about a feeling out of everyone as much as what is actually witnessed?” Hein nodded. “You and the other couples certainly know each other well enough, but then there is Laura, us, and how the evening would be different. So, I suggest a time of easing into the evening with something different. We could provide a casual meal, nothing too elaborate, but intended to allow a diversion and light talk, gaining familiarization.”
Hein like that idea, but he showed a concern. “If you are part of the group, though, do we bring in servers?”
Raul leaned into her and whispered to her and she lit up. “Wonderful! We’ll introduce them to an American buffet style. We can have an assortment of items on a serving table, they take what they want, and wine on the table.”
Hein liked it. I thought of something else to make it different. “A masquerade. Not a big deal masquerade, maybe just masks over the upper part of the face. There will be no mystery of who anyone is, but psychologically it presents the illusion of mystery and intrigue. We don’t even have to tell them ahead of time, just have the masks ready when they come, adding an element of surprise and playfulness.”
He loved it. He especially loved that everyone was so involved in supporting his idea. His comfort in bringing these events into the house showed on his face. Then, he posed the next question, “What about the actual demonstration, presentation, exhibition, or whatever it might be termed? What should that be, the basic crux of the getting together?”
Chris decided this was going to be his contribution. Why would I be surprised by that? He looked directly at me, glancing down at my breasts visible through the sheer fabric of the negligee I was wearing over stocking and my heels. “I suggest the same thing you did for us that night after the Bakkers left.”
All eyes turned to me. Hein slid his hand toward me. I put mine on the table for him to capture. I smiled at him, for the supporting gesture, then at Chris for being bold in suggesting it. “You know me, I love a good dog; and, two at the same time was … an experience I loved even more.”
Later, it was just Hein, Chris, and me in the living room. Sharon and Raul had again disappeared early. They moved into the same suite together after the recognition of their relationship was established. Sharon had approached me in confidence. Girl-to-girl confidence. She expressed frustration. She didn’t know what to do. She and Raul were doing so well, she knew they should just move in together and make it final. I had asked what the problem was, then. The problem was that Raul didn’t güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri seem to be able to take the step and ask her to do it. She was convinced, by the way she felt about men and women, the man should make such a step and approach the woman. I remembered chuckling, which for a moment caused her to wonder if she should be offended. I told her she was a very strong and commanding woman, so much so that even Hein approached her at times with care. I suggested she might need to take the initiative in this regard. She apparently had because they were soon moving Raul’s belonging into her suite. After that, the matter was settled. They were a couple. As a developing result, they were spending more time quietly together, not sneaking like before, though. There was certainly enough rooms and spaces in the house to disappear into, even without going to a bedroom suite.
We had been sitting in a cozy grouping, but I got up and went to the wall of glass looking out at the dark night with only the landscape lighting to break up the blackness. Being surrounded by forest and preserve eliminated lights and views from neighbors, streets and traffic, and the nearby city. I saw Chris approaching by his reflection in the glass. I partially turned to take the offered glass with his favorite whiskey. I gave him a kiss in appreciation and returned to my musing. I was aware they were both watching me. It had become quiet since I went to the window. And, I was aware that the negligee I was wearing allowed them a decent impression of my naked body underneath.
Hein broke the quiet. “What is the American saying? Penny for your thoughts?”
I chuckled. He had spent enough time in the States to pick up many of the colloquialisms but still was sometimes uncertain about having them correct and necessarily using them in the proper context.
“Yes … not that a penny buys much these days …” I considered turning around if I was going to talk, but decided to stay as I was. It might be easier not to consider their reactions directly or them mine. “Thinking about a lot, actually.”
Chris released a, “Oh, oh.”
Hein followed with, “Are you okay, Laura? Is anything wrong?”
I smiled at my reflection in the window. “Yes … I mean no … well, yes, I am okay; no, there isn’t anything wrong. Well … I don’t know … I guess if I am thinking about it, there must be an element of concern, right?” I turned around and smiled sheepishly at both of them. I took my chair, again. I crossed my legs and folded the gaping gown over my legs.
I looked up and they were both watching me. I shook my head. “This is a beautiful home, Hein. Your corporation is amazing. Amsterdam is … I can’t believe I am here. The history, the culture, everything.” I took a sip and considered him over the rim of the glass. “Okay … I’ve been thinking about the coming Sociaal; I get hot, turned on, excited. I sit at the dinner table dressed like this; I get hot, turned on, etc. I work in the office virtually naked and while I am busy, it feels fine. Then, I remember I am virtually naked and it might be while on the phone with someone, or reviewing a document, or I catch my reflection; I get hot, turned on, etc. I move around the house absently and one of the outside staff sees me; I get …. You get the idea.”
Chris chuckled, “Yeah, you’re turned on a lot.”
I smiled at him and considered Hein. He was waiting for what was following. “It’s not JUST that I get turned on. It’s that I want to be …”
Hein finished it, “Fucked.”
I nodded. “A lot.” I looked down into the glass I was still holding. I took a very big gulp and put it on a coaster so the collecting condensation wouldn’t drip onto the wood surface. “You said you were looking for a woman who was sexual and adventurous in that sexuality. I said I wanted a situation where I could explore an adventurous sexual existence. On the face of it, it would seem we found what we were looking for, right?” He nodded. “Unless … unless this is one of those ‘be careful of what you wish for’ type situations creating regrets.”
Hein stared at me, glanced at Chris who just smiled, then stood up and pulled me into a hug. He put me out enough to take my face in his hands, “Not me. You are more than I hoped to ever find. Laura, to me you mean more than what PET was intended. Delightfully more. So, unless you …” I shook my head vigorously. “Then …” He glanced back at Chris and returned to me with a very big smile and that glint in his eyes. “Then, you being regularly turned on, stimulated, aroused … needing a good fuck … is perfect. You have the dogs during the day … and I hear you are doing that.” I blushed. Sharon or Raul. “And, if we need to step up our activity with you … we’ll just have to struggle to do that.”
Chris mumbled out, “Hell if that would be a struggle …”
I giggled, threw my arms around Hein and kissed him. I then moved to Chris and sat suddenly in his lap, giving him the same treatment. When I broke the kiss, I looked at Hein, then Chris, “Feeling strong tonight, boys? There is something I have always wanted to try.”
I stood up before them with my fingers going to the clasp between my breasts holding the gown together. I undid it and shrugged the straps down my arms and the gown off. I put one hand on Hein’s chest and the other out to Chris, who took it and rose up off the chair.
Chris was all smiles in anticipation, “What do you have in mind, wench?”
We all smiled at the immediate comfort in his anticipation and his confidence in my reaction to it. “Have you ever seen an image of a woman in the arms of one man but she is being fucked by two men while standing?” They both smiled in recognition. “Good.” I turned to the entrance to the room, “You guys start getting undressed while I go get some lubrication.” I kicked off my heels and ran out of the room.
Moments later, they heard the slapping of my stocking clad feet on the floor and turned to watch as I came sliding to a stop on the polished wood floor of the hallway. I returned to find them standing in the middle of the room in their underwear. They were well away from the wall of glass. I slipped the small tube into the elastic of my stocking, took their hands in mine and led them to the glass. They may not be such exhibitionists, but I had accepted that I was. I pushed their backs against the glass, then thought about it and looked up at Chris.
“How strong is that glass?” since he was the security guy.
He laughed. “Now you ask after pushing us against it?” He glanced at Hein for his information, too. “This house was built with safety in mind. If someone can afford a place like this, security might as well be built in. The normal residential glass is 1/8 inch. All of this is ¼ inch, basically 1/8 inch glass and 1/8 inch glass-plastic laminate. Think a car windshield. A standard güvenilir bahis şirketleri NATO round, 5.56, will probably be stopped, certainly when it hits at an angle. And, all of it is double-pane for insulating qualities.” He saw the expression on my face. “Too much, huh? Killed the mood?”
I laughed, “Don’t worry about the mood. I’ll fix that. Good to know I won’t push you through the glass, though.”
Hein said in all seriousness, “It is all good to know, though.” He then put his hand on my shoulder and put downward pressure for me to sink to my knees before them. “Now, about that mood …”
I smiled as I turned my attention to the fine looking male bodies in front of me in their boxer shorts. With a hand going to the waistband of each, I yanked down on their shorts and helped them step out of them, tossing them to the side. In short order, I had them both hard, again. I stood up, put my palms out and pressed both of them back against the glass, took one step back and considered the two naked males with hard cocks in front of me. I thought I spotted some movement outside below us but discounted it. Someone would have to want to be here awfully bad to get past the secured gate entrance and the long walk on the dark single lane drive to the house, then finding their way to the back while avoiding sensors that would light up the yard on the perimeter of the groomed yard. Not to mention the dogs who would go completely insane with noise if it was anyone but one of us in the household.
So, I returned my attention to the appraisal of the guys. Neither of them was a slouch physically, but Chris was certainly the strongest of the two. I returned my palms on their chests as if holding them in place.
“This is what is going to happen … as I said, I’ve never done this before, but it has been a fantasy of mine. I hope you agree. I am going to jump into Chris’ arms, my legs around his waist and I am going to settle my pussy over his cock. You, Hein …” I removed the tube of lubricant from the top of my stocking … “will come up behind me, work your cock into my ass, and take some of my weight from Chris. Then, we’ll see if reality is as good as the fantasy.” A broad smile went over my face.
They shrugged to each other. Hein was opening the tube as Chris put his hands on my waist and took a step away from the glass. I raised my eyebrows at him. He smiled and nodded his readiness. I bent my knees and jumped into his arms, my legs going out and my foot hitting the glass, but I quickly tightened my legs around him, my arms around his neck.
His cock was poking me in the ass, but I held myself high as I looked into his face with a devilish smile. He furrowed his brow in a question and I responded. “My legs clamped around your waist, a cock poking my ass reminded me of Max or Axel holding me.”
He chuckled. “Well, I hope we can satisfy you as well as they do …”
I kissed him on the mouth, “You will.” I lifted myself using my arms and legs with an assist from his strong arms. He released one hand from holding my ass to move his cock along my pussy until it sank an inch into me. We both sighed. I slowly allowed myself to slide down his length until he was fully inside me. I turned my head to look behind me for Hein. “Are you ready? Because the pressure on my clit is very stimulating.”
He must have been ready and waiting. The last word no sooner dropped from my mouth and his hands grasped my ass cheeks and spread them apart. In the next instant, Chris raised me a few inches up his cock and I felt Hein press his cock at my ass. I heard the sound of exasperation from behind me.
I giggled, “Oh, yeah … you might need to take that plug out, first.”
I felt him grasp the jeweled end of the butt-plug and tugged it out of my ass. He dropped it on the floor next to us and slid his cock into my gaping opening. Chris shifted and looked down and began laughing.
“Oh yeah? What, you forgot it was in there?”
Hein spoke over my shoulder, “Oh, yeah … right. Imagine my surprise. ‘Sorry, this hole is already taken.’”
They seemed to be enjoying that quite a lot. But, the joking and movements were having its effect on all three of us. It was awkward for a while, maybe more than a while. This certainly wasn’t the first or tenth time for anal with us and we had used double penetration on occasions, but this was quite different. Gravity had a strong influence in having me down on them and it took more effort to raise me up, but once we figured it out it was the best of teamwork.
The pressure of our bodies against each other as I was sandwiched between these two strong, naked, excited and exciting men pushed us u*********sly against the glass like it was a wall. I planted a hand on the glass over Chris’ shoulder with my legs tightly around him. I used my legs to raise myself just a bit, which helped Chris and Hein to add their effort from their arms. Eventually, we had it worked out and I had never felt anything like it. Even the other double penetration efforts were nothing like this. The up movement was such that my body almost emptied of cock, then almost dropped with my weight driving both cocks up and deep inside my holes simultaneously.
I became almost delirious after a short time and desperate for release only a short time after that. So much so that I orgasmed, my entire body convulsing and tensing every muscle fiber and spasming continuously. If not for the fact that I was already being held off my feet, I might have collapsed, the feeling was so intense. It was after the most intense portion of my orgasm ebbed, that I realized the men had slowed their fucking into me, but not entirely stopping.
I wrapped both arms around Chris’ neck as they resumed their efforts. I gasped and groaned as the sensations began to increase all over again. I had climaxed hard and they still hadn’t. My mind wasn’t engaged in those considerations, though. It didn’t focus on if they had or hadn’t or that I already had. It was only focused on the buildup coming to the next orgasm and this wasn’t feeling any less than the previous one.
My body was shaking and quivering. I was very near my next orgasm when I heard a whisper in my ear. Was it a whisper or was my mind just that foggy for speech to penetrate normally?
“PET, use your training now. Squeeze on Chris. Milk his cock. Use those muscles now.”
My mind struggled to understand, to acknowledge and respond. But my body already was. All those Kegel exercises started at his instruction. My pussy clamped down around Chris’ cock, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, over and over. I was moving up and down over these cock in my two holes and my pussy was working, too.
I heard him exclaim behind me, “Oh, God, YESSSSS! Milk him, squeeze him. Yes, like that!”
I was confused. Hein was saying that but I was squeezing around Chris. A smile spread over my face a moment before I erupted, again. Just as the two cocks in me both twitched and jerked, being jammed firmly, strongly, and deeply inside me. The smile followed the recognition. By squeezing Chris, I was also squeezing Hein …
* * CHAPTER 11: EXOTIC EROTIC SOCIAL will follow * * Thanks for reading.
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