The Boss's Slut - S01 E39

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The Boss's Slut - S01 E39

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 39

Tenor pushed the 14th-floor button and the door closed. As it did, the men stood to the sides and watched me expectantly. I shrugged my shoulders forward gapping the material for the dress to slide off my shoulders and drop to my waist. I was naked from the waist up without a bra and the gasp from the men was audible. Without looking at them, I shimmied the dress over my hips and down my thighs until the dress fell in a puddle around my feet.

Wilson surprised me, "Allow me." He stepped to me and bent over to retrieve the dress and put it over his arm, smiling as his upturned face was level with my bare pussy. I separated my feet at that moment, which caused him to hesitate in standing back up. I moved to Tenor and took him in my arms to kiss him. He returned the kiss and his hands immediately roamed over my bare back and ass, then aggressively move to my breasts. I smiled at him and turned to Wilson who had gallantly retrieved my dress for me. I repeated the kiss for him and found him less aggressive, though his free hand slid down to my hip.

The elevator dinged again to announce the arrival at a floor. I glanced quickly at the indicator to find it was indeed stopping on the 14th floor. I released a nervous breath I was holding. I have found exhibitionism to be thrilling because of the potentiality of being discovered, but actually being discovered might cause embarrassment for the other party, which was the catch-22 of it all.

The two men stood to the side for me to exit first, then Tenor indicated to the right hallway. The men stayed about 10 feet behind me and I enjoyed that, too. I stood calmly in the hallway as Tenor used his keycard to open the door. The men took off their jackets and ties, my dress was draped over one of the chairs as I began kissing the men, again.

Room Service must have been in a separate elevator at the same time because there was a knock on the door and a male voice announced, "Room Service". The three of us looked at each other,

but nobody moved for a moment. I was dripping wet from a combination of knowing what I was intending to do for these men in the name of business only and the exhibitionism so far. I decided to ramp it up a bit more for all of us. I stepped to the door, peeked through the spy-hole, and opened the door for the man with his cart, which he pushed into the room with the six drinks with cellophane wrap over the tops.

He stutter-stepped at the threshold upon seeing me naked and the two dressed men behind me. He tried diverting his eyes but it appeared he was trying to figure out what someone like me was doing with two men like them and following that thought to considering if I was a prostitute or not. He would have no way to determine that but was confident that might be his assumption and I felt something of a cloud pass over me at the thought of someone thinking I was a prostitute. A cloud I managed to shake off quickly to focus on what I needed to do, ultimately recognizing that in a way I really was in a way prostituting myself but for business instead of money.

We toasted a nice evening so far with the first drinks, but that didn't last long. The teasing so far had its effect on the men and I recognized all the signs. I put my wine down on the dresser and moved to Tenor and dropped to my knees in front of him. I worked the belt open, then the button on his slacks, then the zipper. I reached inside, stroking my palm up his boxers, feeling his cock underneath already swelling at my touch. My fingers worked the top of his shorts and, pulling the waist down, revealed and grasped his hardening cock. It was a normal cock, nothing like Mr. Woodburn's. I stroked it several times, feeling it come further into life in my hand. I was focused on his cock. I didn't look up at him as my head dipped into his lap and my tongue licked up the length of it. I kissed the head, then took it between my lips and sucked the pre-cum forming there. I gave him some satisfied sounds and he responded with groans. I lowered my mouth to his cock and took all of it into my mouth, burying my lips in his pubic hair. He moaned as I played with my throat over the head of his cock, it not quite reaching into my throat like Mr. Woodburn's.

I sucked his cock hard for several minutes. When I had his cock as hard as it was going to be and I felt it pulse, I slowly pulled back, kissing the head and moved to the side to Wilson..

As I repeated the effort on Wilson, Tenor stood and removed his slacks and, after a moment of consideration, the rest of his clothes. He stood next to me and stroked his hard cock, occasionally moving my mouth to it before back to Wilson's. When I had both of the cock hard and ready, I pulled back and looked up at the men.

"How may I satisfy you best, Sirs? In my mouth or ... perhaps my pussy? One at a time or together?"

Nothing was said for a moment, so I interjected my own thought, "May I suggest?" They numbly nodded. "Let's do both at the same time. Mr. Wilson, if you'll lay yourself against the headboard..."

He did as I directed after quickly shedding his remaining clothes. I crawled up onto the bed after him thinking the reputation of hotel bed covers being a haven for bodily fluids was about to become even truer. With him settled, crawled onto the bed to him and looked over my shoulder. In a deliciously devious gesture that only I understood I patted my ass for Tenor to come and fuck me. It was a gesture I, of course, used for the dogs.

He followed me onto the bed, the bed moving significantly with his approaching weight. When I felt his hands on my hips, I lowered my head to Wilson's cock below me. I gasped at the same moment Tenor did on penetrating me and Wilson did as my mouth engulfed his cock. Neither of them was particularly large and maybe barely average if they were. And, they were both very excited by the sounds escaping them, already.

Wilson was passive as I sucked on his cock, my mouth moving up and down taking his length into my mouth. Tenor was far less so, He knelt behind me with his hands on my hips and pulled me onto his cock as he rammed it into my pussy. My ass was sticking up in the air while my chest was on Wilson's thighs while using one hand to hold his cock and the other rubbing and strumming my clit. I was anticipating the first fuck, if there was to be more tonight, to be quick and I wanted to try to orgasm, too. Nothing stoked a man's ego like having a woman orgasm while fucking them.

I felt the cock in my mouth pulse, first. I felt his cock swell and pulse in my hand and the head of it jerk in my mouth. I pulled my lips back to the head and sucked hard as it spewed the first cum shot into my mouth. I moaned in satisfaction as I sucked out each of the spurts and then sucked the last remaining bit from his cock head. As he climaxed he went rigid, his hips flexing, pushing his cock into my mouth.

I redoubled my self-manipulation of my clit and felt the cock in my pussy get jammed deep into my pussy, then feeling it pulse and loud gasps and groans come from the man as he leaned over my back and thrust his hips into mine, his cock as deep as it would go into my pussy as it spewed its own seed into me.

At the same time, my orgasm, stimulated by the men and my own efforts, crashed over me with verbal and physical evidence as my moans and gasps joined theirs and my back arched into the man pressed against me.

I would resume sucking their cocks in moments to recharge them, but for the moment we were all relaxing with our other drink. They showed no indication of calling it a night, though they were less than dynamic, which I put off to it not being their normal activity when they traveled and that was a good sign about the men, I thought.

"Harold", I ventured for diversion, "out of curiosity, how many others will be on the ship for the two-day cruise?"