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SLUT EMMA – CHAPTER 11: PRODUCT LAUNCH
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CHAPTER 11: PRODUCT LAUNCH
I walked with Mr. W to his office from the Board Room where a company executive meeting had just concluded. As I walked up to his office door, we also approached the desk of his Executive Assistant, Marjorie. She saw me approaching and smiled broadly, craning her neck to look beyond us to see if anyone else was in ear-shot.
“Damn, Emma … Dr. Trent … you are looking so damn hot.” She blushed, but continued as I stopped as she rose from her desk. “Terrible way for an older woman to talk, isn’t it? But I personally think it is great, so good for you.” I was wearing the kind of clothes the guys preferred on me when we left the confines of the estate: A skirt that maybe reached mid-thigh; semi-sheer, white blouse with several button left undone over sheer, lace underwear; and, finished with sheer stockings and matching 4 inch heels. Even though I was wearing a bra, which felt very constricting, my extra-large tits moved in ways that seemed to dare anyone to avoid watching. “We don’t see enough of you, dear … oh, my! No, that’s not the way I meant to say that …”
I gave her a big hug and assured her I understood what she meant … I think. She laughed.
As I was about to take a chair in front of Mr. W’s desk, I stopped to consider him, “Sir, would you prefer if I close and lock the door and undress for you?”
He looked at me and looked at the door. I could see the turmoil as he considered the options and significance of the decision. It was the middle of the afternoon, not after hours. Perhaps, I could make the decision easier for him, I thought with a wicked smile spreading over my face.
“Sir, you indicated that some senior people in the company know about my other activities because of Harrison. Is Marjorie one of them?” He nodded. I smiled. “Then, it shouldn’t be a problem.” I turned back to the door and leaned out to catch Marjorie’s attention. “Marjorie, you commented about seeing more of me. I am going to close the door. If you come in, you will see just that, which is fine, but could you make sure nobody else has access?”
She stared at me and finally managed, “Then, it’s true?” I smiled. “Just do me one favor, dear. Don’t give him a heart attack.” I winked at her.
I closed the door and strode back to the desk, my fingers already undoing buttons on my blouse. As I pulled the blouse from my skirt, “You know, slut, Marjorie guessed even before Harrison made his comments.” I was sliding the blouse off my shoulders and down my arms but looking at him with interest. He continued, “Remember that time you came here with the guys dressed in that outlandish outfit after shopping? Your lack of visibility around the company but my comments about your efforts on projects put ideas in her head. You might not know it, but she and her husband have always had an adventurous side to their sex life.”
I chuckled. “And she appears to be just a nice, conservative, mature woman.” I shook my head with a smile as I dropped my blouse onto the other chair.
Mr. W leaned back in his chair to watch as I continued undressing for him. I reached behind my back to unclasp my necessarily substantial bra, slid it off to join my blouse. I walked to his side of the desk and turned my back to him. His fingers undid the clasp and lowered the zipper on my skirt. I was pushing it over my hips as I returned to the other side, letting it drop to the floor and placing it in the chair. With only my sheer lace panties on, I stood before him and smiled to hold his attention as I pushed them down my thighs, then standing with my feet parted.
He gazed at the spot between my legs. “Are you wet, dear?” I stepped around the desk, again, and parted my legs further. His hand went between my legs, several fingers sliding over my cunt lips. “Yes, you are … as always, as you say.”
One of my hands rose to clutch a tit, “Would you like to fuck me, sir? Or, perhaps a blowjob?”
He chuckled, his finger sliding between my lips and into my hole. “Yes, slut, I would, but right now we need to talk about the meeting and the next steps for the launch.”
I gave him a pouting look but he only laughed at me tease, so I took to the chair and crossed my legs, comfortably naked in his office. We reviewed the discussions, suggestions, and comments from the meeting we had just left in the Board Room. The meeting included the senior executives and their support staff from Marketing, Sales, and Distribution. The topic of discussion was the new products I had developed and the new product line the company was introducing. I had given a presentation to the room-full of people very similar to the one I had given to the Board of Directors. I confided in him that I had a nasty impression he might ask me to be more involved in a physically sexual way. I reminded him of his earlier comments about using me for “expertise and incentive” during the brainstorming efforts. I had the distinct impression that Harrison’s spreading the word about me would lead to me being used more within the company.
He nodded, “Sorry, about that dear. I may have had some thoughts along that line earlier, but no … no, despite what Harrison said, you are not going to be the company slut and I let those in the know that I would not tolerate such talk continuing.” He hesitated, then, “However, that isn’t to say I don’t see you being used in that way elsewhere. Just not within the company, necessarily. Everyone in the company is well paid to do their job, so they shouldn’t require additional motivation or incentive. Customers, distributors, and people of influence, however, are a different story.”
I smiled. It was clear to me now that the Product Launch event would be such a situation. “Of course, sir. Which leads us to the product launch event.”
He nodded. The event will be held at a small, isolate island beach resort off Florida. We will have the resort to ourselves for four days. Normally, the resort is clothing-optional at the pool and beach. For our stay, since we have the entire resort rented, they have extended the clothing-optional rule to the conference room for the benefit of our meeting. Despite the fact that we were pushing the non-sexual motivations of the formulations, much of the demand for them will definitely be sexually driven: ED elimination, larger cocks, bigger tits, and increased sensitivity for nipples and clit are things the sexually motivated will want. I also knew the allowance for nudity may only apply primarily to me.
The four days would be broken down to allow time for interaction, discovery, presentation, and relaxation. The days will be filled with a mix and greet with the only agenda being the group dinner in the evening since flights to the island are few and the planes small so people would be arriving throughout the day. There will be presentations, demonstrations, and discovery about the products. Time for interaction in whatever ways needed to make an impact for the clients. The last day was guests leaving early and company personnel would remain for hours longer to debrief on comments and ideas from the guests, and produce action plans to proceed based on those reviews.
He looked at me at the end and was about to say something when there was a knock on the door. Marjorie cracked the door open and he waved her in. She quickly closed the door behind her and walked to Mr. W with a sheet of paper, but her eyes were glued on me … or, I should say on my casino şirketleri bare body. Mr. W teased her about bringing in something of little importance.
“I know, Stanley, but … damn, she teased me so much with the door being closed thing … I just had to see for myself.” She stepped up to me and put out her hands. “Can I be so bold to have you stand?”
I giggled and blushed. As much time as I spend naked at the estate, this did embarrass me and I wondered how I would handle a large room full of strangers. I stood, put out my arms, and gave her a playful spin in place, which made my tits sway. She giggled and left the office. I looked at Mr. W and we both laughed at the exchange.
When we arrived at the small beach resort early in the day, we were well before any of the guests would be arriving. We only managed that by using a chartered flight that left an executive airport outside of Miami at the crack of dawn. There were five other men from the company beside the four of us. Tim Martin, head of Marketing and his second, Bob. Then, Al Sharpton, head of Sales and his two seconds, Marty and Jake.
After getting checked in and meeting in the conference room assigned for our use, we met with the resort staff to finalize the setup for the room and details about the dinner. Truth was, that was all being handled by Marketing and Sales with oversight from Mr. W who quickly recognized Robert, James, and me had no critical input on any of that.
“You guys go ahead and enjoy the resort pool and beach.” He turned back to the discussion but turned quickly back to us with a smile. “You remember those are naked locations, right?”
The guys bumped into me from both sides at once. I smiled and clarified teasingly, “I thought it was posted as clothing-optional, sir.”
“Clothing-optional and naked are all the same thing for you, dear.” I giggled. The guys smirked.
They immediately turned me around and led me out of the conference room and down the hallway to our rooms as if they were afraid Mr. W might come up with a reason for us to stay. We walk side by side down the hall and I was reminded, as often happens, how huge they were compared to me. I was wearing a sundress with built-in support in the bodice, but it was not nearly enough to keep my tits from swaying and bouncing as I walked in the heels. Of course, none of the guys had any interest in having my tits constrained from moving.
Mr. W had assigned our rooms and had Robert and James on either side of me. I hadn’t really thought too much about that since we had only just arrived, but as I unpacked my suitcase, the advantage of that arrangement became clear as both adjoining doors opened almost simultaneously and both men stepped into my room wearing swimsuits. They weren’t the long board shorts but somewhere in the neighborhood of a six inch inseam. But, still …
James came up to me, “Here, Em, let me get that zipper for you.” What a guy. I smiled as the dress dropped to the floor and I was naked. “Whoa … no panties! I wish I had known that.”
Robert laughed at that. “Really? What would have happened on the plane if you had known?”
James shrugged. “Nothing. Just … it’s hot just knowing it.” Robert gave him a look like, ‘true enough’.
They opened the sliding door from my room. From the little patio, we could go left along the building to the pool or straight ahead to the beach. They left it to me and I said, beach. There weren’t many people around, just resort staff and they were only around the resort beach area. I turned to the south with no destination, just a walk inside the waterline. James was to my left in slightly deeper water and Robert on my right on the wet sand. My logic being it would be easier on our bare feet than walking the hot, loose sand.
I don’t think any of us thought about it, but we were walking slowly while holding hands. My eyes periodically scanned the water for pretty shells, though I might stop to look at, I left them where they were. The guys scanned the beach ahead and behind as if they were concerned about an imminent attack. I told them to relax and enjoy this time and wonderful place. I hugged each of them, though. It was sweet how they cared about me.
With no way of know how far we had walked or how much time we had been walking, I started scanning the edge of the beach. Finally, I found it. I pointed across the sand to the edge of the foliage. “There … there it is.”
Almost in unison, the guys exclaimed, “What? There is what?” They looked around without having a clue.
I giggled, that giggle I have when I am up to something. That giggle they know all too well and allow themselves to be pulled across the sand. “This,” I said, “this shaded, grassy spot in full view of the ocean.”
I then put an arm around each and kiss them full on the lips. I looked into their eyes and I know they saw the fire in mine. Without any words, they untie their shorts and drop them to the ground. James takes the lead, this time. He lifts me effortlessly into his arms. He kisses me with deep, hot passion as Robert presses into me from the back, kissing my shoulders and neck. I moan immediately. Robert’s hand has strayed to my ass, then fingers between my legs. I pull up on James neck and he bounces me. I wrap my legs around his waist, which gives Robert all the access to my cunt he could want. As James tongue invades my mouth, Robert has a thick finger probing into my wet cunt.
James breaks the kiss and whispers, “Em, what’s happening? You seem almost desperate.”
I turn my head back to kiss Robert who is ready for it. When I pull back gasping, “I am … desperate … for you two. I wanted you two to be my first here in this beautiful place.” James lowers me to the grassy area and I look up at my two huge, black, naked studs. “If Mr. W gives me to anyone, I didn’t want that to be the first. It had to be you … or him.”
They both lay alongside me on both sides, their hands moving over my front without hesitation or awkwardness and with full familiarity. “Then what do you want us to do for you, honey?”
I groaned as one pinched a nipple and the other squeezed my clit. “What I … want … ooooooo … yessssss … you wonderful … men … nnnnnnnn … what I want from … you are … just use … me.” I gasped, “I want … I want … your … beautiful … cocks to … fill me … all of … me.”
They chuckled, “We can accommodate that …”
I pushed them both onto their backs and got to my knees, my hands mashing my tits as I looked down at their hard black bodies and semi-hard cocks. They both chuckled and I took my eyes off their cocks and look at them, “What?”
“Stop licking your lips and get to sucking, slut.” I smiled.
I hadn’t known I was licking my lips. I complied immediately, of course. I bent to James’ cock while taking Robert’s in my hand. I licked the length of it, kissed the head and licked back down to his ball sack. I then switched, doing the same to Robert while I stroked James. Back and forth it went like that until I was taking their cocks into my mouth and to the entrance of my throat. Back and forth. Not urgent. Not to get them off. I wanted my holes filled this time.
When they were hard, I climbed onto Robert. It wasn’t a decision. I was just sucking his when I made the decision to fuck. I raised his cock and moved my wet cunt over the head and watched his mouth open in anticipation of penetration. I sat down hard, taking about five inches into me. He groaned but so did I. I worked my cunt up and casino firmalari down on his pole while taking more and more of his 13 inches into me. If I had peeked between us, I would have seen his pole coming out of me shiny with my fluids, I was that ready and wet. As I bottomed out on his hips, I leaned forward into his chest, my hands moving to my ass cheeks and pulling them apart to expose my ass.
I popped my head back up, “Damn, forgot the lube!”
James laughed, “Nope.” I felt a glob of lubricant placed on my asshole, then pressed inside by his finger, another, and a third as he sawed into me, opening me for his own pole. I dropped back onto Robert’s chest, kissing his chest while wiggling my butt to continue stimulating Robert and to entice James. When I felt his cock head at my lubed hole, I stopped moving, took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. It always worked … this DP-ing … it didn’t mean being DP-ed by 2 – 13 inch cocks didn’t still intimidate me, though.
All three of us groaned as James worked his cock into my anal passage, sliding along Robert’s cock in the adjoining passage, only a thin membrane separating them. God … stuffed, again … wonderfully … fully and completely stuffed with cock.
No words were spoken. The only sounds were our groaning, moaning, grunting, gasping, and the surf of the ocean 15 yards away. And, without any words, these two found their rhythm, as they always have. If these two hadn’t been great teammates in football, they would have been just from this experience of working together fucking me. It was a Super Bowl game winning touchdown every time!
Later, as they lay on their backs, I turned around to clean their cocks, my ass pointing at them. While I was doing my cleaning duties, I felt a finger enter me. I knew I was exposing my cum filled holes to them and both holes would be gaping and leaking.
From behind me, “When you are done there, I have some more cum for you to clean up.”
I turned around to see James with his index finger covered in cum. “You are so considerate, sir.” They laughed and pulled me between them. We relaxed quietly, perfectly comfortable with the quiet of the beach and the rhythmic sound of the surf.
After a while, though, the sense of calm was broken when I detected two hard cock pressed into my sides. I smiled and declared, “Oh, dear … it seems a slut’s work is never done …”
Paper-scissors-rock determined that James was going first. He climbed between my spread legs, aligned his cock to my hole and pressed in. I gasped at the sudden fullness returning. He fucked me smoothly and strongly. I sucked Robert’s cock intermittently as I could while being hammered by the strong fucking. I came as James sent his seed deep into me. Robert took his place immediately. This time my gasp at being filled quickly was accompanied by a distinct squishing sound coming from my cunt, the result of his cock stretching my hole already filled with two loads of cum.
When I stood up, cum ran down my thighs. I looked down as I felt it. The guys saw me looking and saw it, too. We looked at each other, then the water, and ran across the hot sand, into the water to about waist deep for me and dove in. We frolicked for quite a while and it felt so good. The water was not warm and not cold.
Absentmindedly, we started walking back toward the resort when Robert suddenly turned and ran back to our grassy spot. He bent down and rose holding up two pair of shorts. As he ran back, his massive cock bounced and swung with his steps.
Next to me I heard James, “Damn, I never noticed that before. Now I’m going to be self-conscious.”
I grabbed his meat and tugged on it. “I know you guys like to show me off and tease other guys. Well, I like to, too. Maybe I’ll find ways to show you off, too. Make all the ladies jealous.” Is it hard to see a blush on a dark-skinned man? Or was that just the sun effect?
I was showered, thoroughly, makeup applied and standing before the mirror brushing my hair when there was a knock at my door. I opened it to find Mr. W.
“You always answer the door naked, my dear?”
“Don’t worry, sir. I check through the peep-hole, first.”
He entered and turned around to look at me. I made a little pose. “Emma, I know I say this a lot, but … you are so beautiful. Are you sure you aren’t an angel sent to me for my own little piece of heaven?”
“You flatter me, sir.”
He smiled, “Okay, to put it crudely … you’re so beautiful I could eat you.”
I chuckled, “Well, then I would have to warn you, crudely … I showered, but I don’t know that I got all the cum out.”
He gave me a look if mock-shocked for a moment. “So, you three did have some fun.”
“You know us, sir.” That went without saying.
Just then, the adjoining door opened. “Em, can you help me with this damn tie …” Then he spotted Mr. W, “Oh, damn, sorry, boss.”
“Not much privacy, Emma?” Just then the other door opened with James also fumbling with his tie.
“Not with these two, sir. Excuse me for a minute.” I tied both ties and swatted them back toward their own rooms.
James turned over his shoulder, “Hey, boss, I suggest she wear at least some stockings and heels for dinner.” He closed the door quickly as I looked around for something to throw.
Mr. W took me into his arms. He kissed me, then, “Dear Emma. Do you know how unlikely it is for four people to live so closely together and to be so relaxed and comfortable with each other? Thank you.” I blushed. Here I was being expected to be the slut and I get this from him. My eyes watered.
He picked out my clothes for the festivities. To be fully honest, he picked out all my clothes when I packed. He chose a pleated-skirt, black mini that was well short of mid-thigh. The blouse was white, sheer silk, beautiful. He looked at my underwear, at me, and at the clothes he selected. Then, finally, he picked out a sheer, white lace bra. Sheer white stockings with elastic lace tops and back heels.
I looked at the clothes spread over the bed. There was something missing. I looked at him questioningly. He patted my bare ass, “No. Just that.” I watched him leave. No panties. A short, full mini.
I was escorted by my guys to the large room setup for our dinner and social. “Damn, you guys sure clean up well.” They looked very uncomfortable in their dark suits, white shirts, and ties.
We, of course, hadn’t been near these rooms all day, having more penetrating activities to attend to. So, when we turned into the small hallway leading to the conference rooms, I was floored to confront not only the large Washburn Pharmaceuticals signage displayed, but a large picture of my face framed by the words, “Dr. Emma Trent’s Breakthrough Developments: Male & Female ED Solution; Penis Enlargement; Breast Enlargement; Female Sensitivity Enhancement.”
“You’re about to be a star.” I turned at the voice to find Tim Martin, head of Marketing. “Everyone is very excited. A whole new business market for us.” He lightly touched my bare arm. I smiled at him as he disappeared into the assembled crowd for the cocktail social hour. I felt a hand firmly at the small of my back, then another. They guys were encouraging me into the room. Now that I had embraced my true personality and dropped the persona of strength and control, I was terrified to venture in.
“There you are, right on time.” Mr. W appeared out of the crowd. We found our name tags and he released the guys. As he attached the magnetic name tag to my blouse, “I’ll be güvenilir casino right next to you. Now that I’ve convinced you to let go of your old self, this must look frightening.”
“More than just frightening, sir. I don’t know much about sales, but I do know it is largely projecting confidence and assurance of the product. I follow now, sir, I don’t lead.” I looked past him at the roomful of people. “I wish I had you back in my room instead of being here … sir.”
His hands on my shoulders, he squeezed lightly and smiled. “You’re a brilliant scientist, Emma. This is your work and you should get the credit. You are the perfect person to promote it.” He looked down at my tits straining the sheer satin blouse. “And, you’re a walking illustration.” I smiled at his tease. “Do this for me … you can have me all night, if you want, and whatever else you want after when we get home.”
I leaned into him and whispered, “Anything, sir? You’d give your slut whatever she wants to act out of character?” He nodded without concern. He understood me better than anyone, myself included, ever did. I turned to the room and took a deep breath. “And, I have you to myself tonight.” I had already taken a step into the room, so I missed the huge smile that formed on his face.
I guess they call it ‘Method Acting’ in show business. For me, I knew the products better than anyone and what they were capable of doing to help people. I also understood first-hand how they could be of amazing benefit in the erotic lifestyle, too. Although I had never paid much attention to sales or marketing, I quickly saw how Mr. W introduced me and found a connection to the person. I soon found myself mimicking his actions into my ‘performance’. There were nearly three dozen people attending and in the hour before dinner I must have shaken hands with half of them, it seemed.
We all moved into the adjoining room setup with round tables for eight at each. We found our table at the front and center of the room. Marketing and Sales spoke as the salads were brought out and wine poured. Mr. W and I were asked to stand as host and developer. “You’ll see more of each of them tomorrow.”
When I sat down, James leaned over to me with a whisper, “Seeing more of you … get it?” I playfully slapped his arm. I knew my presentation forwards and backwards. Even if they had me naked tomorrow, I thought I would be more comfortable than this glad-handing. But nobody had mentioned anything along those lines to me.
A number of people pushed their way to us after dinner for a few words. True to his word, Mr. W stayed by my side. When the last of the guest were heading out the door, I faux collapsed into Mr. W, as Robert and James stood nearby. He collected me in his arms, “You were perfect, Emma. One down.”
I slipped a hand to the front of his pants and smiled up at him, “Feels more like one up.” He smiled and glanced around the nearly empty room, now with only Washburn people and resort staff. “Have you been anticipating what you promised, sir?”
He smiled, “I have, indeed. And, I am glad I had this suit jacket to cover it.” I laughed and took his arm.
The guys followed behind as we made our way to the rooms. I kissed each of them goodnight, then pulled Mr. W into my room. The guys smiled, knowing they were no longer needed, turned and headed to the bar. I winked at them.
I undressed Mr. W without waiting. While still dressed … quite a switch for us … I pulled the covers down from the bed (I have heard how disgusting hotel bed covers are and wasn’t about to add to it) and sat him on the end of the bed where I sank to my knees between his legs. His beautiful nine inch white cock was already semi-hard and it wouldn’t be long before it was raging hard but I wasn’t in any hurry. I had him all night. My full intention was to make this a loving night. I cracked the sliding door to allow the gentle sound of the surf to waft in as I turned down the lights in the room.
I licked his cock for minutes before taking the head between my lips, sucking the pre-cum formed there. Before I took him into my mouth, he was already hard. I was in no hurry, though. I wanted to love him … and his cock. The relationship of our home has become clearer to me, lately. I loved all three of my men and they were everything to me, but I understood that it was in different ways. I would do ANYTHING for any of them and they all knew that. But the little comments the guys had made around me were true. It didn’t lessen my relationship to them or theirs to me. It merely crystalized what was. I gave my body and devotion to all three of them, but the guys understood, accepted, there was a difference with Mr. W. While they had me in every way a person can give themselves to another in physical commitment, they knew before I did that Mr. W had my soul, too.
He had worked loose the buttons on my blouse and slipped it off. He lifted my mouth off his raging cock and stood us up, pulling me into his naked body. He then lifted my chin to look into my eyes. “I am so conflicted about you, dear Emma.” I looked at him puzzled. “You make me so happy. My entire being swells with joy when I am near you. Part of me just wants to hold and love you while the other part is filled with the lust you inspire and I want to ravage you and see you ravaged.”
I dropped my bra and pressed my naked tits into his bare body. “I am truly yours, sir.” I looked up at him and kissed his mouth. “You allowed me to become me. You didn’t do it to possess me … you … I am not conflicted, sir. You showed me who I really was and gave me the method to commit to it and submit to it. It has made me the happiest I have ever been, sir.” I unzipped and pushed my skirt to the floor, then pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. “Perhaps I can clarify your conflicting emotions, sir.” I kissed him hard and felt his cock flex against my abdomen. “I honestly and willing …” I held his cock and positioned my cunt over it, sinking the head inside, “… submitted my body and compliance to all three of you.” I stayed with just the head inside me. “While my submission has generated love for all three of you, I have found you …”, I kissed him, again, “… you have my soul, sir. You have my entire being.” He thrust strongly his entire cock into me, causing us both to gasp. “Sir … you … I … I was always … reluctant … afraid … to show it …”, I kissed him, “… much less … say it … too worried of … ruining what … we had.” He thrust hard and rapidly into me. “Now, though, your … feelings …”
He held my face as we fucked, “Emma … I could be your father.”
I smiled, sliding up and down on his cock. “But you aren’t, sir. There is no conflict, sir. You want me to be ravaged because it is what I desire. You accepted my submission because it is what we both desire. That we find we share something deeper is …”
He kissed me, rolled me over, and slammed into my cunt in the missionary position. He nibbled on my nipple, then he finished my thought, “… something deeper is a wonderful bonus to be treasured.”
My hands held his face as his cock slammed into my cunt with the energy of any of the dogs. “It’s a treasure to me, sir.” I smiled. “Now, if I may be so bold, sir … can we seal our understanding by cumming together?”
He thrust into me three more times, each time his pelvis crunched my clit, each time I felt his cock swell and pulse. Then, he erupted into my spasming cunt, his seed coating me inside as my own cum coated his cock. It was an intensely emotional orgasm. And not the last of the night. We comfortably stroked and loved. For the first time, he came in my holes three times in the same night.
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