It was a late-night parting with the boys after I got the first big contract of the week. I stayed reasonably sober and thwarted my team’s attempts to get me in bed. The drunker they got, the bolder and handsier they got, and most of them I slapped down; Jeremy got his way, though. He started grabbing my butt, but as he got drunker, he took more liberties with me. At one point, feeling my bare butt checks as he hugged me. He slid his hand inside my dress and squeezed my bare breasts, all in plain view of the rest of the sales team.
I let it go, figuring it would be leverage to get something I wanted later. Jeremy reached under my dress in the elevator going to our rooms and felt me up as Ted watched. I let him rub me, but I stopped his attempt to insert his finger in me. I arrived at breakfast to see my team a bit worse for wear, all hung over.
“How are you today, Bernadette?” Jeremy asked.
I looked at him and picked his hand off the table by his middle finger.
“I’m fine, sir. I hope you washed this finger before you came to breakfast?” I said to him straight-faced before I dropped his hand to the table.
Jeremy looked around bewildered until Ted leaned over and whispered in his ear. A shocked look came across his face as he looked straight ahead.
“So, Bernadette, where and when are you meeting Tate Majors tonight?” Ted asked to cut the tension.
“I’m meeting him at seven-thirty at the bar, and then we’ll attend a vendor trade show in one of the ballrooms,” I told him.
“I’ll have the contracts ready for you after lunch,” Jeremy said, staring at his phone.
“Great,” I replied.
After breakfast, I attended Mr. Major’s seminar, sitting in the front row and spreading my legs slightly so I could catch him trying to get a peek at my bald party zone. I rewarded him with a quick peek before I shut down the show. He smiled broadly when he walked past where I was sitting. I had to contain my giggles. As usual, we all met at lunch in the restaurant. Jeremy was struggling to accept his actions from the night before. I just let him twist in the wind. He could no longer stand the tension, so he leaned into me.
“Bernadette, I’m so sorry about last night. I know it’s no excuse, but I was drunk. And that’s something I never do. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me,” he said, tearing up.
“Thank you. I accept your apology,” I said softly.
Honestly, I didn’t care. I’d been getting felt up all my life, and one more guy didn’t bother me. Jeremy handed me the contracts, and he and Ted gave me pointers on what might come up regarding negotiations. The other sales reps went to nap, which was just what I would do. I slept for a few hours and decided to work on my tan at the pool.
I slipped into my sling bikini and put on my beach cover, a large-brimmed hat, and oversized sunglasses.
I found a chaise lounger in the sun, took off my cover, and laid down. I ordered a mimosa from the pool boy, who got an eyeful and closed my eyes. I dozed off and felt the sun had gone behind a cloud, so I opened my eyes. In front of me stood an older man dressed in nice shorts, a golf shirt, and a hat. I lowered my sunglasses and was beginning to ask him to move out of my sun when he spoke.
“Excuse me, miss. Are you, by chance, Bernadette O’Callahan from Haddon Industries?” he asked, smiling.
“I smiled back, lowering my sunglasses.
“Why yes, yes I am, and you would be?” I said, smiling.
“I’m Bob Schotts from Premiere Industries,” he said, sitting down on the side of my lounger.
‘Oh, Mr. Schotts, it’s so nice to meet you,’ I said, sitting up and putting my legs on either side of the lounger.
His eyes shot to my pussy as the bands of my suit were lodged between my cunt lips, and pretty much everything was visible.
Neither of us made anything of it, but his eyes never left my twat.
“I’m glad we met. We have some expiring contracts with you, and I wanted to see if we could talk business at some point this week,” I offered.
“Yes, I think we could do that. When might you be free?” Bob asked, putting his hand on my knee and readjusting his weight on the lounger to ease the pressure of the erection he was sporting.
“Well, I have a meeting tonight, but how about tomorrow after breakfast,” I offered.
“Oh, tomorrow, I’m golfing with Tim Nelson,” he said dissapointedly.
“He’s on my list to see while I’m here also,” I said excitedly.
“Well, why don’t you join us for a round of golf?” Bob said, perking up.
“Oh, I suck, and I’m not too good at golf either,” I said playfully.
He briefly thought about my comment, and a big smile broke out.
“Well, Bernadette, Tim, and I have a couple of tips we could give you that you may enjoy,” Bob said, now not trying to conceal his boner.
“Haha, I’m sure. Yes, that would be lovely, if you don’t mind my inexperience,” I said innocently.
“Trust me, that won’t be an issue. We tee off at nine-thirty, and we’ll meet you in the clubhouse,” he said excitedly.
“What should I wear?” I asked naively.
“I’d like to say what you have on now, but they’ll require just a bit more,” he laughed.
“OK, I’ll see what I can find,” I smiled back.
I’d just hit the motherload. Mr. Schotts and Mr. Nelson were the last big contracts we needed to sign this week. Ted and Jeremy would flip out, and the boys would quit when they heard I had these deals close at hand. I finished my drink and went to my room to prepare for dinner and a meeting with Mr. Majors and Mr. Gault. I picked out a red leather mini-skirt and a white lace shirt tied under my breasts. I kept it buttoned up for dinner.
As usual, I walked into dinner fashionably late, and the talking at the table stopped as I sat down. Jeremy handed me the contracts to get signed.
We missed you at the seminars this afternoon. Was everything OK?” Jeremy asked.
“Yeah, I just needed some downtime before my meeting tonight with Tate,” I replied.
“Oh, nice, what did you do?” Jeremy continued.
“Yeah, I went to the pool to relax and ran into Mr. Schotts,” I said.
“You mean Bob Schotts?” Ted exclaimed excitedly.
“Who the hell is Bob Schotts?” Tim, one of our sales reps, asked.
“Bob Schotts is our biggest goal to sign this week,” Jeremy schooled him with a disgusted look.
“Yes, Bob Schotts,” I replied.
“Holy shit Bernadette, how did that go?” Ted asked.
“Um, OK, OK. We talked for a while, and he invited me to golf with him and Tim Wilson tomorrow,” I said casually.
Jeremy pounded the table in excitement.
“If we sign Majors tonight and Schotts and Wilson tomorrow, we’ll have met our goals here,” Jeremy said, hugging me around the shoulder.
“Wait. If it’s a golf meeting, should someone who can golf take the meeting?” Will, another rep said in frustration.
“Can you even golf Bernadette?” Ed, another rep asked.
“Well, for one, Will, I was invited, not you, and two, Ed, no, I can’t golf, but Mr. Schotts said he and Mr. Wilson would give me lessons,” I said, sipping my coffee.
“Yeah, we know what those lessons will include,” Tom added angrily.
“Stop it, all of you; Bernadette’s been working hard to get these meetings while you clowns have been at the bar,” Ted scolded them.
“Bernadette, I can’t tell you how proud I am of you,” Jeremy beamed.
“Here, here,” Ted added, putting his hand on my knee and rubbing it again.
I reviewed the contract while eating; Ted and Jeremy gave me pointers on approaching the men. I listened and learned, and after finishing dinner, I walked into the bar. I didn’t see Tate or Rodney, so I ordered a mimosa and waited. Before they walked in, I had to fend off a few men looking for a quick roll in the hay.
Tate was gorgeous, tall, and thin but muscular. He wore a white cotton shirt, tan slacks, cowboy hat, and boots. My eyes twinkled as he walked toward me. He was exactly the kind of man I wanted. Rodney was dressed in a black silk shirt and purple pants. He looked like the black private eye in a movie: rugged, handsome, and highly confident.
The men smiled as they approached me; I had unbuttoned a few buttons on my shirt. Making the upper half of my tits available for their viewing.
Tate leaned in and grabbed my inner thigh as he kissed my cheek.
“Good evening, beautiful,” he greeted me.
Rodney was next leaning in, kissing my cheek and whispering.
“You smell delectable; I wonder if you taste as good,” he said, smiling.
My eyes flared as I looked at him and flashed a wicked smile. The men ordered a round of drinks as they huddled close to me. We sat and talked about business for a while before Tate told me.
“You made it hard for me to concentrate this morning sitting as you did in the front row,” He said, stirring his drink.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did something I did distract you?’ I asked playfully.
“Well, let’s just say I got the message,” he said, smiling at his glass.
“Oh, what message was that?” I asked.
“Well, that you are prepared to beat all other offers for my business,” he said, looking me in the eye.
“Well, Mr. Majors, I am prepared to do just that,” I replied stone-faced.
“How long have you been with Haddon Industries?” Rodney asked.
“Only a couple of months,” I replied.
“And how are sales going for you?” Tate asked.
“Bangin,” I replied, laughing.
The men looked at each other, and we all understood how the evening was headed.
“OK, let’s hit the trade group party, and then we’ll get serious about the contracts,” Tate said as we got up from the bar.
I saw my group seated at a table having drinks as Tate and Rodney escorted me out of the bar. Other than Ted and Jeremy, none of them looked happy. Tate put his arm around me as we walked to the convention center through the hotel. The room was loud; people huddled around booths, listening and talking to trade reps. Tate led me to the bar, where we ordered drinks. He and I sat at a small table while Rodney stood by us.
As we sat there and talked, people approached our table, only to be waved away by Rodney.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Wison is busy right now,” He told them.
I handed Tate the contract, and he read it while I sipped my drink and looked out at the people waiting to speak with Tate. He took out his pen and added some items on the addendum page. Then, handed it to Rodney to look over.
“Does it meet with your approval?” I asked, smiling.
“Yes, but I feel we’ll have to wrestle around to get to a final agreement,” he said with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Oh, I see. Well, I’m prepared to go a few rounds with you two, ” I sipped my drink, smiling.
“Rodney, let’s go to our room with Miss O’Callahan and finalize this contract,” he said, standing up and offering me his hand.
“Yes, sir,” he answered.
Rodney had to keep people from approaching Mr. Wilson as we left the convention hall and walked through the hotel.
“Would you like a nightcap before we go to my room, Tate asked, arm around my waist.
“Nope, I’m ready; let’s get this rodeo started,” I told him.
We took the elevator to his penthouse on the top floor, and he led me to the terrace overlooking the city.
“Wow, this is gorgeous,” I said, looking at the bright lights.
Rodney approached me and handed me a mimosa and Tate a drink. Tate and Rodney sat down.
“OK, baby. You’ve been flaunting it since we met you. Let’s see what you’re bringing to the party,” Rodney piped in.
“Sure, boys. Are we playing to an audience tonight?” I laughed as I untied my shirt and slipped it off.
I shook my tittys and pulled out my puffy nipples, then reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall to the deck.
“Oh, hell, yeah,” Tate smiled.
“Fuck, you are one fine as fuck nineteen-year-old,” Rodney added.
“OK, boys, stand up; the town is going to witness you both getting your cocks sucked out here,” I said, tossing a pillow down between the men.
I dropped down to my knees, unbuckled Tate’s belt, and unzipped his pants. I leaned in and kissed the bulge in his underwear before pulling his pants down and helping him step out of them. He took off his shirt as I reached for the band of his underwear. I grabbed them and pulled them down; they hung up on his sizable bulge for a second before giving way. His cock sprang forward, hitting me in the face and knocking me back.
“Holy fuck, is that big,” I shrieked as I sat back up.
The men laughed as I stroked it and kissed it as it continued to grow. I turned to Rodney, curious because I’d never seen a black cock before. I unzipped him and pulled his pants down; he already had lost his shirt. I grabbed his underwear, pulled them down, and screamed. I thought I had unleashed a black snake.
“Holy fuck, no way is that thing real,” I exclaimed as I looked at a cock over a foot long and as thick as my forearm.
The men laughed as I inspected the two cocks, Tate’s close to a foot long and thick, and Rodney’s over a foot long and ridiculously thick. I kissed the head of Rodney’s massive cock, realizing there was no way that thing was going to fit inside me. I stroked Rodney’s cock while I kissed and sucked the head of Tate’s cock.
“Fuck, things really are bigger in Texas as they say,” I quipped as I tried to take Tate’s cock in my mouth.
I managed to get the head of his cock in my mouth and pushed down, trying to take more. I worked five inches before my jaw wouldn’t open any further. I began to bob my head on it.
“She has talent,” Tate moaned as I sucked and stroked his cock.
I pulled off of Tate’s cock and moved to Rodney’s cock.
“I have no idea what to do with this thing,” I laughed.
I opened my mouth as wide as it would go, and I managed to get the head of his cock in my mouth, but my jaw was already aching. I grabbed his cock with both hands and stroked it while twisting my hands around. Rodney sat down on his chair, and I bent over him and continued to suck his monster cock. I managed another two inches in my mouth when I felt Tate behind me. He lifted my butt till I was on my knees and dropped behind me.
My eyes grew wide when I felt the head of his cock lodge in my fuck hole. Tate pushed forward, and my tiny pussy resisted his bulbous head. He bounced the head in my hole, and slowly, it began to stretch open for him.
“Umm, umm, umm,” I moaned as I felt my twat open and the head pops inside me.
“Umm, umm, umm,” I moaned, knowing what was coming my way.
Tate began slowly sliding his cock in and out of me, gaining a half-inch to an inch at a time. I felt the walls of my pussy struggling to accommodate his oversized cock, while my mouth struggled with the black monster gaining an inch at a time in my mouth. I was stroking Rodney’s cock as I struggled to bob my head on it, but I could taste his cum. It filled my sinuses with its taste and smell.
“Umm, umm, umm, umm,” I moaned loudly as I handled two cocks at once.
“Oh, oh, fuck me,” Rodney moaned as he held his hand on my head.
I felt a bump on my lower lip and a rocket of thick cum shot to the back of my throat.
I struggled to contain it as I began to gag. My eyes watered as I gulped the massage shot of cum, only to be overwhelmed by the second wave that roared into my throat.
“Umm, umm, umm, I moaned as my pussy was filled, and my throat was also.
I managed to swallow all of Rodney’s thick sperm, and I noticed my hips backing into Tates cock as it continued to sink into my depths.
“Oh, fuck baby, that was good, you ate all that cum, good girl,” Rodney said.
I pulled my mouth off of Rodney’s cock and rested my forearms on the deck.
“Oh, oh, yeah, fuck Tate, give it to me,” I moaned.
“Man, this little bitch likes the cock,” Rodney said, sitting back with his drink, watching his boss fuck the tar out of me.
Tate grabbed my hips and began to fuck me harder as his cock reached into my depths. My hips matched his thrusts, driving me wild.
“Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop,” the sound of us fucking filled the night.
“Oh, fuck is this pussy tight Rod,” Tate huffed.
“It won’t be when she leaves,” Rodney replied as the men chuckled.
“Oh, oh, God, yeah fuck me, Tate,” I squealed as I felt my first orgasm building.
“Are you protected, Bernadette?” Tate asked.
“No, no, but go ahead, it’s cool,” I replied, sweating.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck yeah,” Tate moaned loudly as I felt his cock jerk in me.
“Oh, fuck me,” I cried as my body shook and my orgasm raced through my loins.
Tate jammed his cock into me, burying almost the length of his cock in me as his sperm was pumped into my baby maker.
“Yeah, yeah, pound my pussy,” I cried.
Tate collapsed on top of me, and I fell to the deck. We were both panting like dogs as we lay there. Tate finally stood up and helped me to my feet, his cum sliding out of my pussy and onto the deck.
“Let’s get her in bed, boss,” Rodney offered.
“Yeah, enough of the free show, let’s get down to business,” Tate agreed.
Rodney took my hand and dragged me to the bedroom, and I crawled on, figuring Rodney was about to destroy my pussy with his ridiculous cock. Tate and Rodney stopped at the bar and made drinks for us. I saw Tate take out a vile and drop four blue pills on the bar. Rodney and Tate took two of them and popped them in their mouths before washing them with their drinks.
I was sure it was Viagra, and by the look o their cocks they didn’t need it; they were both rock hard.
They climbed on the bed with me, Rodney laying on his back.
“OK, baby, straddle me and get me lined up,” Rodney ordered.
I straddled him and grabbed his monster lining it up in my pussy, the head lodged in my opening. I sat back, trying to ease his cock inside my way to my tiny pussy. Tate had already plowed me, so my pussy had already had an extremely large cock in it. Still, I struggled to accept Rodney’s black log.
“Oh, oh, oh, fuck is that big,” I cried.
“Just go slow, girl. We’ll get it in there, don’t worry,” Rodney reassured me.
I bounced on Rodney’s cock, and the head slipped in. I continued, and his shaft began to sink inside me an inch at a time.
“Ow, ow, ow,” I cried as the walls of my pussy struggled to accept his fat cock.
Tate crawled between my legs and pressed on my back.
“OK, Bernie, lay on Rodney’s chest; I’m going to explore your backside a little.
“Oh God, Tate, please be gentle, you’re so fucking big,” I moaned, knowing my bunghole was about to be destroyed.
Tate spread my butt cheeks and used his finger to apply lube in and around my tiny rosebud. He pressed his head against my bung and pushed. It didn’t budge; he continued to press forward, bouncing back and forth. I began to feel my rosebud unfurling for the head of his cock, and suddenly the head popped inside.
“Oh, oh, oh fuck,” I moaned.
Tate and Rodney began to fuck my overstretched holes, slowly at first. Tate’s cock slowly disappeared into my bowels, and Rodney’s cock slowly filled my void in front.
“Oh, oh, fuck, I’m so full of cock,” I moaned loudly.
The boys picked up the pace as my body rocked back and forth, my pussy and bunghole holding onto the cocks for dear life. Rodney’s cock found the bottom of my pussy at eight inches and began bumping my cervix. Tate’s belly began to bump into my butt as he was balls deep in my ass. Once they both hit bottom, they started fucking for real; their cocks pistoned in and out of my holes faster and harder.
“Umm, umm, fuck, yeah, fuck, fuck, fuck me,” I whined as they made a sandwich out of me.
Rodney had my nipples between his fingers, squeezing them and gently pulling them. I was on sensory overload, as both my holes tingled being stretched out so far. Inside, I was boiling, and an orgasm of colossal proportion was brewing, and I was ready to lose my shit.
“Oh, God, oh God, I’m coming I screamed, and my body shook, and Rodney and Tate held me to steady me as my body responded to the fucking they were giving me.
I collapsed on top of Rodney, exhausted from my release. My body rocked as the boys continued to pummel my holes.
“Fuck, do you guy’s ever cum?” I moaned.
Tate was pounding my poor asshole like a madman, and I figured he was ready to wrap things up.
“Come on, Tate, fill my ass with your hot sperm,” I moaned as I reached back and squeezed his balls gently, which seemed to do the trick.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck,” Tate cried out as his cock swelled inside me and began to jerk violently.
His cum shot deep inside of my bowels as he moaned. Tate pulled out of me, and I rolled my hips fucking Rodney as he fucked me. His black cock shone with my juices as he shoved it in and out of my well fucked pussy. As I fucked I felt another massive orgasm building as I watched the black monster pummel my twat. I looked at Rodney, and he could tell by my look I was going to cum again, and that pushed him over the top.
“Fuck me, yeah, yeah, yeah,” Rodney bellowed as his cock delivered the motherload of sperm inside my quivering pussy.
“Oh, oh, yeah, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I cried as he fucked me in overdrive.
My teeth chattered as I came to Rodney playing with my nipples like they were fine instruments. I collapsed on top of Rodney, and he rolled over and pulled his footlong cock out of me. I could feel his cum running down to my butt crack. Heavy breathing was the only sound in the room as we snuggled together on the bed. It seemed we dozed off for a bit before I was awoken, being positioned to fuck again.
Lying on Tate with his cock worming its way into my sore pussy, and Rodney attempting to enter my asshole. I was in a stupor as the men gained entry to me and began another round of fucking. My body rocked as I moaned in pleasure, my body starting to have rolling orgasms. Each one sapped more and more of my strength as I became a ragdoll the men used to pleasure themselves.
We fucked and fucked as the night went on. After brief periods of sleep, one or both of them would fuck me. I awoke at two o’clock, dressed, and returned to my room. I felt like I had been in a fight; every part of my body hurt, especially my pussy and asshole. I fell into bed and passed out; I never have been fucked as hard and as long as I just had.
