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and helped her out of it. He admired her perky tits in the black C-cup bra and her flat tummy, the result of regular workouts. He embraced her again and kissed her passionately.
He slid his hands down her sides, undid the button and zipper of her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. "Lie down on your stomach," he told her, and she obligingly fell on the bed.
Greg started to massage her tense shoulders. "This is so good," she hummed and slowly relaxed further.
He reached out to the nightstand and got the massage oil out of the drawer. "So, I get the full service today?" she asked with a smile. "This is only the beginning. I think you need my full attention tonight to make sure that you are at your best tomorrow," he replied.
"Well, perhaps I should just sleep early," she teased him. "I have a better recipe to make sure that you relax and are prepared for tomorrow." Emma agreed with that assessment. Greg always had a calming effect on her.
After he had loosened her tense shoulder muscles, he started to kiss down her back until he reached the clasp of her bra, which he opened with a swift motion. He slipped the bra strap over her shoulders, and Emma pushed her body up a bit so he could pull out the bra from under her body.
Greg continued kissing until he reached her silk thong. He pulled it down while continuing to kiss along her toned legs. He pushed the thong over her feet and spread her legs a bit, so he had a clear view of her smooth pussy. "You are gorgeous," he whispered and started kissing up the inner side of her legs again, which caused Emma to softly moan. She felt as if she was melting under Greg's soft kisses.
When he reached her ass, he straightened up, turned her around, and looked into her blue eyes. He slowly lowered his body onto her and kissed her mouth. Emma slid her tongue into Greg's mouth as they explored each other's mouths.
Emma pulled back her head a bit and sighed, "I need you inside me." She reached down to Greg's hard cock and guided him to her wet pussy. When he slowly entered her, she gasped. Her pussy was rather tight, and she always needed a bit to get used to Greg's large cock.
Greg slowly started to push his cock further into her pussy until it was fully buried. "It feels so good to push my cock into your tight pussy," he whispered into her ear and nibbled at her earlobe, to which Emma responded with a soft moan. "It also feels great to have your big cock in my pussy," she purred.
Greg started to move his cock in and out of her pussy and gained more speed. He pushed Emma's arms over her head and kissed down her neck over her collarbone to her left arm and caressed the inner side of her arm down to her wrist. He took her hand and sucked on her middle finger, which sent another jolt through her body.
Greg reached out and pulled the black silk scarf attached to the headboard of the bed. He tied both her hands together above her head. "I love it when your hands are tied up and I can do whatever I want to you," Greg said with a smirk. "I am all yours," Emma replied.
Greg pulled his cock out of her pussy and caressed her tits with his hands. His thumbs circled around her dark pink areolae. He pinched her right nipple with his fingers and sucked on the other with his mouth.
Emma let herself go and enjoyed the sensations caused by Greg‘s ministrations to her tits. She drew a breath when he placed small kisses on her tummy moving slowly down to her small blonde landing strip and further to her pussy. He blew across her clit and licked along her fold.
Greg tasted her nectar that was flowing out of her wet pussy. He grabbed her bum and squeezed her ass cheeks before nibbling at her outer pussy lips and pushing two fingers into her pussy. Emma pushed her hips against his mouth when he circled her clit with his tongue. She gasped as he took her clit into his mouth and sucked on it.
As he fucked her pussy with his fingers, he continued to suck on her clit. "Oh, that is good! Fffuck!", Emma screamed.
Greg pulled his fingers out of her pussy and licked through her fold and further down to her little puckered hole that had slightly opened. He pushed his finger wet with her pussy juices into her ass.
"There is another hole that needs some attention, I think," whispered Greg. He reached out to the drawer of the nightstand and took out a butt plug and a bottle of lube. He lubricated the butt plug and put some more lube on his finger and pushed it again into her ass.
He took out his finger and slowly pushed the butt plug into her ass, to which Emma responded with a soft moan. When the butt plug was completely buried in her ass, Greg straightened up and lowered his body on Emma. He kissed Emma on the mouth. "How do you feel?" he asked her. "Half full," Emma responded and wriggled against her ties.
"So, I need to cater to the other half," Greg said and pushed his cock into her pussy. "Oh fuck," Emma gasped as Greg stretched her pussy with his cock, and she felt the butt plug in her ass.
He straightened up and started to pound into Emma in earnest. "Yes, fuck me," Emma begged and groaned as Greg continued to thrust into her. He felt the orgasm building within him. Emma went rigid when the orgasm hit her and when her pussy squeezed his cock, Greg also exploded with a powerful orgasm and filled her with his cum.
Greg slowly leaned over Emma and gave her a passionate kiss, which she eagerly returned. He broke the kiss and freed her arms. "That was exactly what I needed," she said.
Chapter 2 - Choices and Consequences
The next morning, Emma woke up energized and felt ready to tackle her problems. Greg was still asleep, so she got up, went into the bathroom, and took a shower.
Afterwards, she took her time to do her makeup. For important business meetings, she considered her makeup her war paint and her outfit her battle dress.
She returned to the bedroom and went to her wardrobe. She took out her underwear, stockings, blouse, skirt, and jacket. "Good morning, hottie," Greg said with a smile.
He had woken up and lay on his side, with his head propped on his elbow. "You look gorgeous this morning. So, show me what you are wearing today." "You want a show, eh?" Emma responded. "Then watch," she said, smiling. She stepped into her black silk thong and put on her matching bra. She sat down on the chair at her dressing table and slowly put on her black stockings. She got up and bent forward so Greg had a good view of her ass.
She straightened up and turned around. She reached out for her blouse, put it on, and slowly fastened the buttons. When she was halfway through with the buttons, she asked, "How many buttons should I leave unfastened?"
"If you asked me, I would say none. I want my hot wife all for myself. But I know that I must share you with the world and that your beauty is your weapon. And I understand that today is a very important day for you, and you need to use everything you have in your arsenal. So, shall we settle on three?"
"Ok," she said and left four unfastened.
After a quick breakfast, Emma and Greg left the house. He took her into his arms and gave her a passionate kiss. After he broke the kiss, he whispered in her ear, "I believe in you. You will do great today and secure your deal."
Emma drove to the trade show venue and met her team at their booth. "Is everything ready?" she asked Pam, her most senior team member. She was a bit taller than Emma at 5"10‘, with a slight frame but D-cup breasts. She had bright brown eyes and curly shoulder-length hair.
"Do we have the demo of the new software suite set up?"
"Yes, everything is set."
"When do we have the meeting with ARGON?"
"At 3 PM. Peter McOwen confirmed."
"Good, do we have the meeting room secured?"
"Yes, we have the nice one in the corner."
"Very good, thank you, Pam. It will be our most important meeting this year. We need to be at our best today."
The demo of the new software suite went exceptionally well, and the team was in an upbeat mood during the lunch break. The first discussions with the existing customers after the demo were also promising, and Emma hoped to get some orders following these meetings.
However, after the lunch break, the meetings were not as successful, as many existing customers expressed no willingness to order the new software suite. So, the pressure was increasing to make a deal with ARGON, which was the large company that was not yet a customer but would save the company and Emma's job if they ordered the new software suite.
Emma and Pam waited in the meeting room at 3 PM, but Peter, their contact at ARGON, did not show up. At 3:15 PM, Emma called him but only got his voicemail. She left a message, and eventually, at 3:45 PM, he arrived. He greeted them without apologizing for being late for the meeting. He was tall at 6'5", with broad shoulders, black hair that was slicked back, and a sleazy smile.
Emma let it go and gave him her brightest smile. "Thanks for the opportunity to show you our new software suite."
"Sure, so why should we move from our current software to yours?"
Emma explained all the advantages of their new software suite and which benefits it would provide for ARGON.
"But it is much more expensive than our current software, and the provider is willing to give us a significant discount if we extend our current subscription."
"We can also offer you a discount," Emma replied and gave him the details about the different options they could offer to ARGON.
"That is all fine, but we have decided to stay with our current software," Peter told her and got up.
Emma was shocked, and she remembered the fateful discussion with her boss when she convinced him that she could sell the new software to enough customers.
"Can we offer you something which would make you reconsider your decision?" Emma asked feebly and also got up.
Peter made a step towards her and whispered in her ear, "What would you be willing to offer to me? What about your cute colleague?"
Emma was even more shocked and speechless. "Perhaps you want to discuss it further at the party after the trade show closes. See you there," he said with his sleazy smile.
Emma had gone pale, and with wobbly knees, she sank into her chair. "What did he say?" Pam asked. "Nothing important." Pam gave her a questioning look.
"Let‘s meet at our booth with the team and see how their other meetings went. I will be there in a few minutes."
"Are you okay? " Pam asked her, looking worried.
"Yes, I just need a minute," Emma replied.
After Pam had left, Emma stared unseeing out of the window of the meeting room. "We have decided to stay with our current software." Peter's words echoed in her head, followed by "What about your cute colleague?" It was out of the question that she would drag Pam into this outrageous proposal from this sleazy bastard.
Emma slowly got up and held on to the table for support. Her knees were still weak. She walked through the trade show hall to their booth in a foggy state. When she turned into the aisle of their booth, she saw her boss, John, which sent a wave of panic through her.
"Hi Emma," he said, "What is the latest news? Have you bagged ARGON as our new key customer as you promised?"
"Not yet," she replied feebly. "I am still working on it."
"Can we talk for a minute?" John asked very calmly. He led her into the room behind the booth and closed the door.
"I assume you know what is at stake here. It is not only about this one deal; the whole company is at stake, and with that also our jobs."
He stepped up to her and lowered his voice to a whisper, which was worse than him screaming at her. "I do not care what it takes to sell them this damn software suite. Just do it."
With that, he turned and left Emma alone in the room. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. So far, she had always found a solution to the problems in her job.
This one was different, however. Never had there been so much at stake. She felt like crying.
"Emma, you will find a way to get the deal," she told herself, straightening her shoulders and leaving the room with determined steps.
She gathered her team and got a summary of their meetings. They had secured ten contracts for the new software suite, which was far from sufficient and well behind what they had expected.
After the meeting, she went to the bathroom and refreshed her makeup. The party started in 30 minutes, and she needed a plan. "What do I do?" she wondered. "I need to speak with Peter again and try to figure out what would change his mind."
She went to the part of the hall that had been prepared for the party. The lights had been dimmed here. It took a few minutes before her eyes adjusted to the darker surroundings.
Emma saw Peter chatting with some men in one of the corners. She approached them with straightened shoulders and her breasts thrust out.
"Hi Peter, can we talk for a minute?"
"Sure. Hey guys, we will be back soon."
They walked to a secluded corner of the room. "So, what do you want to talk about? I do not see your cute colleague."
"It is only me and that is all you get," Emma replied tersely.
This conversation was not going in the right direction. To get it back on track, Emma said, "Listen, I know you said that you had already decided to stay with your current software. However, I am convinced that our new software suite is superior and provides you with many benefits. What can I do to convince you to reconsider?"
Peter looked at her with his sleazy smile. "You are really eager to make the deal. But how far would you go? You said your colleague is off the table, and it is only you. So, what would you offer to me?"
"As I already mentioned in our meeting earlier, we can discuss different options that would reduce your costs." Emma tried again to bring this conversation back on track.
"This is not what I mean, try harder," Peter said, turned around, and left.
Emma was flabbergasted. "What was that?" she thought. So far, she had not taken Peter's comments seriously.
Was he really implying that he wanted to trade some sexual favors for a deal? Would she really go that far to secure the deal? She was not a prude, but just the idea alone sounded very extreme to her.
Emma had always been faithful to her husband. She had also looked at other men but had never considered betraying Greg.
"This is an extreme situation." She told herself. "Would Greg understand?" she wondered. She was torn from her thoughts when Pam tapped on her shoulder.
"There you are," Pam said. "I have been looking for you. The rest of the team is heading home. Do you still need me?"
Before Emma could reply, Peter said, "Look who is here. So, is she not off the table after all?"
Emma quickly said, "Pam is just leaving. As I said, it is only me. We can discuss it further. Good night, Pam."
Pam gave her a quizzical look, but Emma gave her a small nod, and she said good night and left.
"So, it is only the two of us left," Peter noted. He stepped closer to her, and she smelled whiskey on his breath. "Are you still eager to make a deal?"
"What are you suggesting?" Emma asked cautiously.
"Hmm, you have seen that I am here with a few friends. If I see you airtight tonight, you get your deal."
Emma looked at him with a blank face. "What the fuck are you talking about?" she asked. "What do you mean by airtight?"
"It means a cock in each of your holes at the same time," he said with his sleazy smile.
Emma was speechless. So many different thoughts were going through her head. She saw Greg's face, but also her boss whispering the threat to her that the company and their jobs were at stake.
"Ok, I'll do it." Emma was surprised to hear herself saying the words.
Peter smiled at her and also looked a bit surprised, but then narrowed his eyes. "Good choice, we will have a great night. Let's go."
Emma felt a big lump in her stomach. "Where are we going?" she asked anxiously.
"My friends have rooms in the hotel next door," Peter replied.
Emma and Peter walked through the nearly empty hall to Peter's friends.
"Look who I have found. She is very eager to make a deal. To convince me that she is really serious, she agreed to come with us and have some fun.
"Shall we go then?" Peter asked. There was a consenting murmur. The men downed their glasses, and the group headed to the exit.
Emma was still in a foggy state, and her feet moved automatically to follow the guys. They entered the hotel next door and headed for the elevators.
"Let's go to my room. I got upgraded and have a suite. Then we have a bit more space," one of the guys said. Emma noted that he was rather handsome, with brown hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, and broad shoulders.
The elevator doors opened, and they got in. In the elevator, Peter stepped behind Emma and whispered in her ear, "To add to the fun." He reached over her head, and she felt silk on her face.
He had blindfolded her with a silk scarf. Emma automatically reached for it and wanted to pull it down. But Peter grabbed her hands and stopped her. "Just relax and be a good girl."
Blindfolded, her other senses heightened. She smelled the musk and sweat of the men in the close space of the elevator cabin and felt their anticipation. Not being able to see was a disturbing feeling.
Emma heard the ping of the elevator and the elevator doors opening. Peter grabbed her arm and guided her out of the elevator into the hallway." "This way," the guy who had offered his room said.
Peter dragged Emma alongside him as she tried to get used to not seeing where she was going. Involuntarily, she stretched out her free arm a bit to avoid hitting anything in her way.
"You can trust that I will steer you around any obstacles in our way," Peter said with a smirk in his voice, which caused a round of laughter from his friends.
Emma heard the lock of a door click open, and someone push open the door. Peter led her into the room and pushed her down onto a sofa. She felt the soft cushion under her thighs and buttocks and found them comforting.
Emma lifted her head and felt the stares of the guys on her. She felt weirdly exposed. Her thighs trembled slightly, and she pressed them together. Being blindfolded increased her anxiety and the awkwardness of the situation. On the other hand, she also felt surprisingly aroused by the thought that these strangers stared at her body.
She was torn from her confusing thoughts when someone asked, "Does anyone want a drink?" "What do you have?" another one asked in response. "I have a Bourbon whiskey." "Sounds good to me," another voice said.
As the trade show hall was only dimly lit, and it was already dark outside when they went to the hotel, she did not get the chance to take a closer look at Peter's friends. The only exception was the guy who offered his room for their get-together. Besides Peter and this guy, she remembered one with a slim, athletic figure and one rather big guy.
"What about you, honey? Do you also want to have a drink?" Peter asked.
Given the whole situation, Emma thought that she could indeed do with a drink. "Yes, I would like to have one," she replied.
Peter took her hand and put a glass into it. Instinctively, she reached with the other hand to her blindfold, but again Peter was quick to grab her hand. "Just leave your blindfold alone," he growled. "Otherwise, I will tie your hands." Emma was close to apologizing, but stayed silent.
"I need to pee," Emma announced. "Do you also want to take me to the loo?" she asked with acid in her voice.
Not at all perturbed, Peter replied with a sleazy smile in his voice, "Well, another aspect of the fun."
Emma was shocked and again reached for the blindfold.
"If you remove the blindfold now, you can go - but then our deal is also off the table," Peter growled in her ear. "Your choice."
Dumbstruck, she lowered her hand and said feebly, "Ok." "Whatever you consider fun," she added resignedly.
Peter pulled Emma up and said to his friends, "Have you heard? Our little girl needs to pee. But for that, she wears too much. So, I think it is time for a partial striptease. Does anyone have some suitable music?"
Emma heard some rustling, a jingle when a speaker was turned on, and someone started a slow tune.
"Emma, it is your turn now. Give us a little show and get rid of your jacket, skirt, and panties." Peter ordered her. She felt some movement and heard some steps. The guys seemed to come closer and stand in a circle around her.
Emma started to gyrate her hips, lifted her arms over her head, and started to slowly dance. She grabbed the lapels of her jacket and pushed it slowly over her shoulders. She turned in circles and moved her hands slowly to the waistband of her skirt. She undid the button and the zipper. The skirt slid slowly down her legs and ended in a puddle at her feet. She stepped out of it.
Emma got so much into her dancing that she nearly forgot where she was. She continued with her slow dance movements and gyrated her hips. She put her two index fingers under the waistband of her thong and pulled it playfully away from her skin.
She heard murmurs and some laughter from her spectators, which brought her back to reality. However, she also felt weirdly aroused by the thought of them staring at her body. She felt her pussy getting moist.
"Yeah, pull it down, show us your pussy," one of the guys encouraged her. She took her fingers off the waistband and instead pushed her thong to the side using one of her index fingers so the guys could have a glimpse of her mound and her landing strip.
That led to a round of cajoling and whistling. "Pull it down!" another one shouted. Encouraged by this, Emma pulled down the thong and let it slide down her legs. When it hit the ground, she stepped out of it.
Now she was only wearing her high heels, her stockings, her bra, and blouse. "Bend over, so we can have a better look at your pussy," someone demanded. Emma obliged and bent forward. "Spread your ass cheeks," another one commanded. Emma also followed this request and reached behind her, grabbed her ass cheeks, and spread them.
"Now I really have to pee," Emma announced.
"Ok." Peter came over to her, grabbed her arm, and led her to the toilet in the bathroom. He turned her around and sat her on the toilet.
Emma could still feel him standing in front of her. "Do you want to watch?" she demanded.
"Just get it over with," he snarled.
Slightly embarrassed, Emma gave in and peed. When she was finished, she asked, "Is there toilet paper?"
He gave her the toilet paper, and she cleaned herself up.
"Lead me to the sink, please," she asked.
He grabbed her arm again and led her to the sink, where she washed her hands. He handed her a towel. "Clean your ass and pussy properly." Resigned, she took the towel, held it under the faucet and cleaned her ass and pussy.
When she was done, Peter led her back into the main room. She heard some murmurs between Peter's friends. "What is it?" Peter asked. "She does not have a shaved pussy," one of the guys complained. "I do not mind her little landing strip," another one said as if she were not in the room.
"Well, Emma, as you are our little cunt tonight and I want my friends to be happy, I think some shaving is necessary," Peter told her. "Move the stuff from the table," he ordered someone.
Peter grabbed her arm again and moved her through the room to the table. She felt the table at her back. He lifted her onto the table and pushed her down. "Move up a bit," he told Emma, and she did as told.
She lay on her back with her arms next to her body. She felt the guys standing around the table, and she imagined them staring at her body.
"Spread your legs," one of the guys who stood at her feet demanded. He pushed her legs apart and then moved his hands up her inner thighs and up to her pussy, which sent a ripple through her body.
The guy was pushed aside, and his hands left Emma's thighs. The sensation of his hands was replaced by the feeling of shaving cream applied to her mound. She did not like her pussy completely shaved and quite liked her landing strip.
She wriggled a bit with unease. "Stay still," the guy about to shave her growled at her. "I do not want to cut you." Emma felt the razor on her skin and stayed still as she did not want to be cut either.
After a few strokes of the razor, she felt a wet towel at her mound. Then it was dried with a towel. Someone kissed the sensitive area that had just been shaved, which made Emma draw a breath. This caused a round of laughter from the guys. "She seems to like it," someone said.
Emma felt a finger lightly touching her now-shaved mound and moving in circles down to her fold. This sent another shiver through her body, and she felt her pussy getting moist.
She realized that her shaved pussy was on full display with her legs spread on the table, while the guys were standing around the table and staring at her body. It was an arousing thought, and her nipples responded with getting hard and poking against her bra.
There was some movement around the table, and she felt a change in the mood in the room-it had gotten hot. She could smell the musky sweat of the guys mixed with their whiskey-laden breath. The anticipation was rising.
"After this last preparation, I think it is time for the next round," Peter announced. He was standing at the side of the table and took Emma's arm. He pulled her down from the table, so Emma stood next to him.
"It is hot in here, so you can get rid of some more of your clothes," he said and ripped open her blouse. The buttons flew through the room. Emma shrieked as the attack caught her by surprise. He pushed the blouse over her shoulders as well as the straps of her bra, so her perky tits stood out.
"What do we have here? These are nice little tits," Peter exclaimed and slapped her left breast. Emma shrieked again, half from the pain that shot through her body and half from the surprise.
"I promised my friends a fun night, so let's start. Kneel down!" he ordered and pushed her down with a hand on one of her shoulders. "Come on, guys. The blowjob machine is ready." Emma heard some rustling and the sound of zippers opening. She could smell the testosterone in the air.
Then she felt the first cock at her lips. "Open your mouth, slut," one of the guys snarled. He pushed into her mouth when she opened it. The cock was not that long but rather thick. Emma gagged when he pushed his cock further down her throat. She tried to relax and took the whole cock in her mouth. "What a cock eating slut," the guy growled. He held her head and pushed rhythmically into her mouth.
"That is enough, there are more cocks waiting for this willing mouth," Peter told the guy. The next guy followed immediately after the first one was pushed aside. This cock was long but not as thick as the previous one. It took Emma a bit before she could take the whole cock into her mouth.
Shortly afterwards, the guy was also pushed aside and the next cock pressed against her lips. In comparison to the other two, this one was rather small. The guy grabbed her hair and fucked her fast. After a few minutes, this guy was also pushed aside for the last one.
When she felt the cock pushing against her lips, she opened her mouth and hesitated. This one was huge.
"Our little slut is hesitating. She is probably not used to such a big cock." This was Peter. "Now be a good girl and open your mouth wide."
Emma tried to open her mouth as wide as possible. She could barely take the cock into her mouth. Peter was pushing his cock down her throat. She started gagging and tried to push Peter back, but he was too strong.
"Just relax and take my cock down your throat," he demanded. Emma relaxed further and finally had all of Peter's cock down her throat.
He pulled back a bit, and holding Emma's head in a tight grip, started to fuck Emma's face. Emma felt tears welling up in her eyes.
"Don't completely destroy her," one of the guys told Peter. "Ok, ok," Peter growled. "It is still early, and we have a lot of time."
Emma slumped to the ground when Peter pulled his cock out of her mouth. "We are not done with you yet, little slut," Peter said with a smirk in his voice.
"Get her some water," he told his friends. Emma felt that someone was approaching her and putting a water bottle into her hand.
She eagerly opened the bottle and drank half of it at once. "Someone got thirsty," one of the guys smirked. "Little slut, we will provide you with some more fluids down the line." This earned him some laughter from his friends.
Emma enjoyed giving guys blowjobs, but this was different. For one, she could not see the guy, and she was not doing it of her own will but was forced to do it. Even though both aspects were not to her liking, as she got used to the situation, she got aroused by being stared at and used by these strangers at their will. These thoughts were new to Emma, and she could not fully grasp them, yet.
She was torn from her thoughts by Peter announcing, "Shall we continue with our show?"
Emma was sitting on the floor in the middle of the room and heard the movements of the guys who had gathered around the sofa in the right corner. She turned her head to where she thought the group was.
She felt someone approaching and recognized the smell of Peter. He grabbed her arm and turned her a bit. He let go of her arm and unclasped her bra, which was still dangling around her torso.
Peter grabbed her hair violently and pulled her head back, which made her tits stand out. With his thumb, he followed her jaw line, then ran over her lips and down her neck. Emma stiffened with anticipation of what he would do next.
He moved his hand further down until it reached her tits and squeezed her right tit tightly, which made her softly moan.
"You have really lovely tits," he whispered in her ear and licked across her ear lobe, which sent a shiver through her body. He twisted her right nipple hard between his thumb and index finger. The pain made her moan again.
"Do you like this, you little slut?" "It hurts," she replied. "That was not the question," he growled and slapped her right tit and nipple that was hard from him twisting it.
She shrieked in pain, and he slapped her left tit and then the right one again. The slaps sent jolts of pain through her body but also down to her pussy. She felt her pussy get moist. She pressed her thighs together.
"No, no, why would you press your thighs together? Have you forgotten that you have spectators expecting a good show? Spread your legs so that everyone has a good view of your shaved pussy."
Peter slapped her ass hard. Emma shrieked again and pushed her legs further apart. "That is a good girl," Peter smirked.
He reached up to her tits again and Emma stiffened, expecting another slap across her tits. However, he moved one hand down over her tummy while he put his other hand at the small of her back. His hand moved lower to her freshly shaved mound, which was now very sensitive. She drew a breath when he lightly moved his hand over her mound.
He took away his hand and clutched her crotch, which made Emma wriggle against his hand. "Push your legs further apart," he demanded. She obliged, and he put his index finger into her fold and slowly moved up to her clit. Emma moaned softly.
"Now, I feel that your pussy is not dry. No, it is actually wet. I knew that you were a little slut," Peter smirked.
Emma blushed, even though it was way too late for blushing, given that she stood naked before a group of strangers and was felt up by every single one of them. She did not understand her body's reaction to the touch of this stranger who had forced her into this situation.
Emma was snapped from her thoughts when Peter slapped her crotch. She cried out with pain, which only led to another slap. A jolt of pain shot again through her body and to her pussy. She stumbled a bit, but Peter's hand at the small of her back stabilized her.
"Hey guys, I think our little slut here likes some slapping. So, if anyone is interested, feel free to come closer and have a go," Peter offered to his friends.
Emma gasped. She felt some movement and then another slap across her left tit. Immediately afterwards, she felt a mouth closing in on the tormented nipple and a tongue twirling around it. The nipple got rock hard, and Emma moaned softly. Instinctively, she held the head of the guy attacking her nipple. That encouraged him even more and he sucked on the nipple.
"Now you have found something that our little slut really likes," Peter smirked. The head moved away, and she let go. She felt another movement. Peter stepped aside, and someone else turned her around and bent her forward.
The next moment, she felt a pang of pain when someone first slapped one ass check and then the other. Emma cried out. The guy stood behind her. He stroked her back down from the shoulders along her spine. When he reached her ass, he slapped her again on both ass cheeks. Emma moaned and felt the fluids pooling in her pussy.
The guy gripped her hips and licked across her fold and up to her puckered hole. He pushed his tongue a bit into her hole, which caused Emma to moan again. He licked towards her fold again and pushed his tongue into her pussy.
"She is really wet!" the guy exclaimed. Then he pushed his tongue again into Emma's pussy.
"Sounds like she is ready for us, guys," Peter declared. He came over to Emma, led her to the sofa, and pushed her down. "Lie down and show us your wet shaved pussy," Peter demanded.
Emma did as she was told and spread her legs. She felt more exposed now than she had felt all evening. It was probably because she knew that shortly a stranger's cock would penetrate her pussy.
Her thoughts were confirmed when Peter growled, "Now, this is a nice view. Who wants to go first?"
Emma heard some rustling and the sound of zippers being opened. Then she sensed someone kneeling on the sofa between her legs. The guy grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. She felt a cock at her fold and then he pushed the cock into her pussy. She felt a pain and gasped as he buried his cock in her pussy. It was the guy with the long cock. She called him ‘Long' in her head. He started to rhythmically pound into her pussy.
Emma sensed that someone was standing next to her head. The guy took her head and turned it to face him. She felt a cock at her lips. "Open your mouth, bitch," the guy snarled. She opened her mouth, and he started to immmediately fuck her face. It was the guy with the small cock, ‘Shorty', she thought. He was sweating heavily. "Oh, I am coming!" he exclaimed, and Emma tasted his salty cum in her mouth.
"You like this little slut so much that you did not last very long," one of the guys teased Shorty.
In the meantime, Long continued to ram into Emma's pussy. He stopped and turned Emma so that she lay on her side with her face towards the room. He straddled her thigh and lifted her other leg. In this position, he pushed his cock even deeper into Emma's pussy and she felt a pain in her pussy, but at the same time, it aroused her further.
As she cried out, another guy pushed his cock into her mouth. It was the guy with the thick cock, ‘Stocky' in her head. He held her head in his hands and fucked her face.
Emma found it very arousing to have two cocks inside her. The long cock in her pussy hit areas that no cock had reached before, and she felt an orgasm building up in her.
Stocky squeezed her tits and twisted her nipple between his thumb and index finger, which sent another jolt through her body. When Long increased his speed and Stocky twisted her nipple again, she felt the orgasm rolling through her. Her pussy squeezed Long's cock inside her, and he also exploded and came in her pussy.
Stocky pulled out his cock from her mouth and Long his out of her pussy. Emma suddenly felt empty, but noticed some movement between her legs. She was turned to lie on her back again.
Stocky grabbed her hips and pushed his cock into her pussy. Emma gasped as he spread her pussy with his thick cock.
She cried out when Stocky slapped her tits. He squeezed her tits and twisted her nipples again. Her nipples became rock hard, and he closed his mouth around them and sucked on them. Emma moaned while he was pistoning his cock into her pussy.
The pounding in her stretched pussy and the sensation of the attacks on her tits and nipples brought Emma closer to her second orgasm.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" asked Peter, who had stepped next to her head. She turned her head, and he used the opportunity to push his huge cock against her lips. "Open your mouth, you little slut," he growled. Emma opened her mouth as wide as possible, and he pushed his cock into her mouth.
Stocky slapped her tits and sore nipples again and continued pounding her pussy. She moaned around Peter's cock in her mouth and felt her second orgasm building up. Stocky slowed down and now put his thumb on her clit. She tried crying out, but with the cock in her mouth, only a guttural sound came out. Stocky increased his speed again and when he spurted his cum into her pussy, she went over the edge and came hard.
Peter ignored that Emma was slumping down after her orgasm and continued fucking her face. "I think your pussy is ready for my cock," he said when he pulled his cock from Emma's mouth.
Emma felt him getting between her legs and she stiffened in anticipation of Peter's huge cock penetrating her pussy.
"Your pussy already looks like a mess. You are such a good slut. Turn around and get on your knees," he ordered her.
Emma obeyed, turned slowly around, and felt around with her hands to avoid falling off the sofa. Before she could find a steady position, Peter grabbed her hips, and she fell forward on her arms.
He pushed the tip of his huge cock against her pussy. Emma gasped when he pushed his cock further into her tunnel. She felt how her pussy stretched to accommodate his huge cock.
Fortunately, her pussy was already slick with the cum of the other guys and they had already stretched her.
Her hands grabbed the cushion of the sofa while Peter pushed his cock further into her. She moaned softly.
"You are such a tight little slut," Peter growled. "Do you like it?" As Emma did not respond, he asked again, "Does it feel good when your tight little pussy is filled with a huge cock?"
"Yes," Emma moaned softly.
"I cannot hear you. Do you like it?" When Emma did not respond, he pushed harder and faster.
Emma cried out with pain shooting through her pussy. "Should I take this as a yes?"
Peter pulled his cock back out and pushed into Emma's pussy even deeper, which made her cry out again, and kept ramming his cock into her pussy.
He slapped her ass cheek, which sent another jolt of pain through her body and into her pussy. She groaned and felt the next orgasm building up inside her. Peter's huge cock indeed felt good and the sting of the ass slapping added to her arousal.
Peter increased his speed further and slapped her ass again, which drove her over the edge as the orgasm rolled through her body. He kept ramming his cock into her pussy and she felt the wave of the next orgasm coming. Peter roared and Emma felt him spurting his cum into her pussy.
He fell breathlessly on her back. "That was good," he whispered in her ear. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and Emma slumped on the sofa.
She did not have much time to recover as she felt someone getting onto the sofa between her legs. "We are not yet done," the guy said. He pushed his cock into her pussy. It was Long. He pushed his cock a few times into Emma's pussy and then he pulled it out.
Emma heard the cap of a bottle being opened. The guy pushed her ass cheeks apart and she felt a cool fluid dropping onto her puckered hole. She gasped as Long pressed the tip of his cock against her hole. Emma tried to relax to help him push his cock further into her ass. She groaned slowly.
"You are such a good slut," Long snarled. "Hey guys, have a look. I have already buried half of my cock in her ass."
He pulled out his cock and pushed back again. Then he started to rhythmically fuck her ass.
Emma grabbed the cushion of the sofa again. She had to admit that it felt good to have her ass fucked.
Soon, he stopped fucking her ass and laid down to have Emma ride his cock with her ass in a reverse cowgirl position. She reached out with her hands for the sofa backrest to steady herself.
Long pulled her down on his cock. Emma gasped as she took more and more of his cock into her ass.
"Her pussy is free," Long announced. She heard some movement next to her and sensed that someone was getting onto the sofa in front of her. The guy pushed her down, so she lay on Long. The guy on top spread her legs and pushed his cock into her pussy. It was the Stocky.
By now her pussy was so slick with cum and stretched that the cock slid easily into her pussy. But when Long moved his cock in her ass, she gasped with two cocks buried in her. Stocky moved his cock faster while Long stayed still for now.
Emma sensed some movement next to her. Another guy took her head and turned it to him. He pressed his cock against her lips, and she opened her mouth. It was Shorty.
"Congratulations!" Peter exclaimed. "All your holes are filled with cocks. You are such a good little slut."
He slapped her tits and twisted her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Emma groaned around the cock in her mouth.
"Tomorrow, we can talk about our deal. At the moment, your mouth seems to be occupied," he smirked.
Indeed, Emma was not thinking about any deals but just wanted to be fucked by these strangers who had buried their cocks deep in her holes.
Stocky increased the speed of his fucking but then stopped. Long took this as a cue and lifted Emma's hips and started to pound her ass. Stocky put his thumb on her clit. Emma bucked her hips and pushed her clit against the thumb. She felt her next orgasm coming and cried out around the cock in her mouth.
Shorty roared and exploded in her mouth.
Long pounded her ass, and Stocky started to move again. Long growled, and she felt him cumming in her ass. When he slowed down, Stocky started ramming into her again.
Emma felt the next orgasm rolling through her body, and Stocky spurted his cum into her pussy.
Slowly, Emma came back from her bliss. Stocky pulled out his cock and she felt his cum flowing out of her pussy and running down her legs, mingling with the other cum that already stuck to her legs and stockings.
Long pulled his cock out of her ass and rolled her off him.
"Now it is time to go home to your hubby and tell him what a good little slut you are," Peter told her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. She stood with wobbly knees and leaned on Peter to steady herself.
"Guys, let's help our little slut get dressed so she can go home."
Emma sensed some movements and some rustling in the room. Someone approached her. "Here is your skirt. Step in it." Peter pushed her a bit, and she made a step to the side. She felt someone pulling her skirt up her legs and buttoning it at her waist. Then, someone pulled one sleeve of her blouse up her arm, and then the other, and pulled it over her shoulders. It hung open at the front with most of the buttons missing. At last, someone helped her with her jacket.
Peter grabbed her arm and led her to the door of the room. "Say bye to my friends. I will guide you to the elevator where you can remove your blindfold."
Emma followed him obligingly and tried to close her blouse as best as possible and tucked it into her skirt.
Peter opened the door and led her into the hallway to the elevators. When the elevator doors opened, he removed her blindfold.
Emma blinked at the sudden bright light in the hallway.
"Call me tomorrow to discuss our deal," Peter said and pushed her into the elevator.
The elevator doors closed, and Emma was alone. She felt very confused. She was glad that she could make a deal with ARGON and save the company and her job. But it was the mixed feelings that she had about what had just happened in this hotel room with these strangers that confused her.
It was degrading to be used by strangers as a sex doll, especially if you could not even see them. But she also found it extremely arousing to be the center of attention, be stared at, and to be found sexy.
Realizing that there was a mirror in the elevator, she stared at her reflection. She looked totally defiled. Her makeup was smeared across her face, with her eyeliner mixing with tears to form black streaks on her cheeks. Her lips were bruised. Her blouse was torn, and most of the buttons were missing. Her stockings were stained with cum.
When the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, Emma closed her jacket, walked quickly through the hotel lobby, and left the hotel. She went to her car and drove home.
Chapter 3 - Claiming her back
Emma let herself into the house and went into the living room. Greg jumped out of his chair when he saw her.
"What happened to you?" he asked, looking alarmed.
"I made a deal," Emma responded feebly.
Greg stared at her blankly. "What do you mean? What kind of deal did you make?"
"Could you please take me in your arms?" Emma begged him.
Greg hesitated, but then held her in his arms. "Are you okay?" Greg asked.
"Yes," Emma responded.
She kissed him, but he immediately broke the kiss. "You taste of cum," he said, disgusted. "Can you please tell me what happened to you?" Greg asked.
"I did what was needed to save the company and my job," she said defiantly.
"And what exactly was needed to save the company and your job? Giving someone a blowjob?" Greg asked with acid in his voice.
"It was actually more than one," Emma replied softly.
He looked shocked and was speechless. An awkward silence filled the room.
Even though they stood only a few feet apart, Emma felt as if they stared at each other across a 1,000-feet-deep gorge.
Emma did not know how she expected Greg to react to her revelations. But she felt awful. She loved Greg so much, and she sensed that he was deeply hurt.
"Please say something," she begged.
"Tell me what happened," he whispered.
Emma took a deep breath. "Peter McOwen happened."
"Who is Peter McOwen?" asked Greg calmly.
"He is the sleazy bastard that is our contact for ARGON, which is the large customer I wanted to secure," she said angrily.
"And what did this sleazy bastard do?" asked Greg, still outwardly calm.
"He said that he had decided not to buy our software, and then he threatened Pam," Emma explained.
"And you acted as the heroine and saved your colleague?" Greg asked sarcastically.
"Yes, I tried to protect her," she said defiantly. "Peter said that the only way to get a deal with his company was to go with him and his friends. I was desperate. My boss had also threatened me with the fact that the company was at stake and that I would lose my job if I did not make the deal with ARGON."
"Therefore, I agreed to go with him and his friends."
"How many friends?" asked Greg. "Three," she replied.
"What did they do to you?" asked Greg.
Emma blushed as she thought about all the things that they did to her. She wondered how much she should tell Greg. Finally, she decided that she owed Greg the truth.
"They blindfolded me, forced me to give them blowjobs, and then they fucked me."
"All, one after the other?" Greg inquired. Emma blushed even more when she remembered having the cocks of three strangers buried deep in all her holes.
"First, yes, but in the end, three at the same time."
Greg looked shocked at Emma. "Three at the same time? Did they hurt you?"
"No, it was okay," she replied.
"It was okay?" Greg asked, surprised. "Did you like it?"
She felt that she blushed again. Did she like it? Thinking about the evening and how sexy she felt, and how aroused she was, the honest answer was yes.
"Yes," Emma said softly.
The slap hit her out of the blue. Tears shot into her eyes. She looked shocked at Greg. He had never hit her before. He had slapped her on the ass when they had sex, but he had never hit her face.
Greg was standing in front of her, his face distorted with anger. "You are such a slut!" he shouted at her. "You come home looking defiled and telling me that you liked being fucked by three strangers at the same time."
Greg had never felt so angry as he felt in that moment. He was angry with himself because he could not protect his wife from these strangers. He was angry with the men who had fucked her. And he was angry with his wife because she enjoyed being roughly fucked by these strangers.
"You are my wife," he shouted and embraced her tightly. He pressed his lips to Emma's and kissed her. She moaned slightly as her lips were very sensitive from the earlier face fucking.
Greg ignored the taste of cum on Emma's breath and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Emma kissed him back.
Greg opened Emma's jacket and pulled her blouse. When her blouse fell open, he broke the kiss and looked surprised at her torn blouse and realized that she was not wearing a bra.
"Where is your bra?" he inquired. "They kept it," she replied softly.
For some reason, this increased Greg's anger, and he pushed the blouse over her shoulders. He grabbed for the waistband of her skirt, opened the button and the zipper, and let the skirt slide down her legs. Emma did not move and let him do it.
Greg's eyes went wide when he saw that Emma's pussy was shaved. "What the fuck! When did you shave your pussy? You always said that you did not like your pussy being shaved."
Emma blushed again. She felt weirdly exposed standing before Greg, only in her stained stockings and heels. "They did it," she said softly. She was somehow intimidated by Greg after he slapped her.
He reached out with his hand and touched her sensitive mound, which sent a shiver down her body.
Greg clutched her crotch ferociously, which made Emma make a startled noise. He looked at her with narrow eyes, "Your pussy belongs to me."
Greg pushed his middle finger into her fold and felt that it was still slippery, which made him angrier. He tore her cum-stained stockings and pulled them off her legs.
He grabbed her arm and turned her towards the sofa in the middle of the room. He bent her forward and spread her legs. His eyes went wide again when he saw that Emma had also been fucked in her ass.
"They also fucked you in your ass?" he growled.
"Yes," she replied. "And I assume you also liked that?" he asked.
"Yes," she said. "No denial necessary," she thought.
Greg quickly opened his pants and pulled them down, as well as his trunks. His hard cock sprang out. He grabbed Emma‘s hips and pressed his cock against her pussy and pushed hard into her.
Emma gasped. Greg‘s cock felt good even though her pussy was sore after all the fucking earlier. She had to admit that telling Greg about what had happened earlier with the strangers in the hotel room had aroused her again.
Greg was boiling with anger. "Your pussy is mine," he growled and pounded into her pussy.
"Yes, I am yours," Emma said between moans.
Instead of calming him, her response enraged Greg. "Why did you let them fuck you then? And why did you enjoy it?"
These were good questions, but it was challenging for Emma to think clearly while being fucked hard by Greg. It got even more difficult when he squeezed her right tit and pinched her hard nipple between his thumb and index finger, which sent a jolt of pain through her body and into her pussy. She felt an orgasm building up inside her.
"Oh fuck, yes please fuck me," Emma moaned.
Greg stopped fucking her. Emma turned her head in surprise. "What are you doing?"
"You are such a needy slut!" Greg growled. "Your pussy is mine," he repeated. "And your ass is mine as well."
"Yes, I am all yours," Emma assured him. "And I need you to fuck me now."
Greg grabbed her hips again and pressed the tip of his cock against Emma‘s asshole. He pushed his cock slowly into her ass. When his cock was halfway in her ass, he pulled it out a bit and pushed it back in. He got into a rhythm and started to pound into Emma's ass.
"You are my wife, your pussy is mine, your ass is mine," Greg groaned while he continued to fuck Emma's ass.
"Yes, yes, oh please fuck me," Emma moaned. She rubbed her clit. She was close to coming.
Greg stopped fucking her ass. Emma turned her head. "Greg, don't stop, please fuck me," she begged.
He pulled out his cock and turned her around. He pushed her down onto the floor. "I want to look into your eyes," he said. He lowered himself onto her and pushed the tip of his cock into her pussy. He straightened up and rammed his cock into her pussy.
"Oh fuck, I am coming," Emma cried out.
"Look at me!" Greg groaned and exploded in her.
Greg slumped on her, gasping for air.
"I love you," Emma whispered, also gasping for air.
When Greg had caught his breath, he got up and said to Emma, "You should take a shower."
"Will you join me?" she asked.
"No, but I will wait in our bed for you," he replied and left for their bedroom.
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