Filthy Boss

by Amy Brent

  “If you keep talking like that, I’m going to cream right here in front of you. I will say that watching you made me want to join you. Maybe you can talk to them on my behalf and we can find some time that we can all be together. I can only imagine what three people can get into and add another and you could have a whole different dynamic. We might even have to succumb to our lesbian needs. Don’t say that you don’t have them, because I’ve seen the way that you look at me from time to time. I know it was primarily because you weren’t getting any, but I didn’t exactly make it easy on you.”

  “I don’t see any reason why I can’t broach the topic with them, but not until we cement this new arrangement of ours.” I didn’t tell her about the blackmail. I wasn’t sure how she would react. I felt by keeping this dirty little secret between the three of us that it was making us that much more bonded as partners in business and in bed.

  “I was hoping that you might say that. I told you I heard stories about them, but I never was sure what was real and what was made up. From what you tell me, they like to play it fast and loose in the office. I like the idea of having them sniffing around my desk. You really did step into something good this time, Vivian.” I had to smile and she punched my shoulder in a playful way to let me know that I didn’t have to be so happy about it.

  “I just have to figure out the logistics, but I believe that my answer is going to be a resounding yes. I just need to make sure that we are all on the same page.” She left me alone sitting there with a sheen of sweat covering my skin. I was going to need a necessary hot shower. I might even have to turn it to a cooler temperature to turn down the heat between my legs.

  I lie there after taking my shower feeling that cold chill, but then a distinct warm sensation running through my extremities. They turned me on and left me running like an engine overheating. I had more to give and they were about to learn that unleashing this monster was the best idea. I had become insatiable, in need of sexual release and the only way that I could get it was with them or with my eager hands that were more than happy to comply with my wishes.

  I woke up early and I found Tina had already left. I walked out and found the landlord Jerry standing there waiting for me once again. If I had any reservations with working with Julian and Brent, I didn’t anymore.

  “Tick Tock… Tick Tock.” He didn’t say anything else and walked away with keys twirling around his fingers. I knew what he was referring to. The very idea of being with someone like him made me want to gouge my eyes out and run screaming naked into the night.

  I thought about what it would be like and it didn’t give me that same rush of adrenaline that I got from my two new lovers. I could see us working well together, but that was if we could come to terms. There had to be something written in blood and a contract that was solid as stone. There couldn’t be any miss interpretation. I’d spent some of last night doing up such a document. There was nothing legalese about it. It was straightforward and to the point. I was going to present it to them in the boardroom and hopefully they would see that I meant business.

  I got there earlier than expected and found that they had not graced me with their presence. I was left to go over the finer details of the contract. I had to make certain conditions. I liked the idea of putting it down on paper that they had to service me at least once a week. I also wrote down that I was more than willing to take a more submissive role one time during the week. It wasn’t specified which day it would be and mixing things up would make for variety.

  I was there for almost an hour before they finally arrived in the same black suit looking every bit the professional. They were both carrying briefcases and they slammed them down on the table on either side of me.

  They looked over my shoulder and I could feel their hot breath on my neck. The feeling made me a little weak and I had to sit down before I crumbled. They read the contract and they made a certain notation on the bottom that made my eyes bug out of my skull with the idea of doing something like that.

  “This is perfectly acceptable to me and Brent. We don’t have any problem with giving you one day that you’re the one that gets all the pleasure. We just want to add one addendum. It’s nothing major, but it is a bit of a deal breaker. We’ve been searching for something for a while and now we think that we can have it.” Julian was pulling at the tie on his neck like it was a noose about to choke off his air supply.

  “I’m curious, but I need to see what you have a mind.” As if on cue, they opened their briefcases and inside away from prying eyes were various sexual implements of torture and delight. There were a cat of nine tails, a flogger and several different sex toys, which included the very one that I had at home under lock and key. I picked it up and moved my fingers up and down the curvature.

  “That’s one of our bestsellers. Julian and I can’t seem to keep it, before somebody is snatching it up. I guest word of mouth has gotten around that this thing can hit you in just the right places. It’s the perfect tool for those that are single, but it’s also a wonderful marital aid.” I was kind of shell shocked and unable to move, until they got me over the table and lifted my black dress with the white belt accompanying it.

  “I don’t see any reason why we can’t adjourn for a private meeting. I did ask you to do something and I’m hoping that you paid attention to my request.” They slid a piece of paper in front of me, while getting rid of my underwear. I heard both of their zippers and I felt both of their shafts slapping against my bare ass.

  “We made sure to give back the money that we started this other business with. We even made it look like a clerical error. I’m sure that you’re thinking that we should give something more, but that would only attract more attention. This way nobody is the wiser and we can continue to do this for as long as we want to.” Julian’s husky voice was only punctuated with the sliding of his meat down the crack of my ass.

  He fucked me with it and then pulled it back out before introducing a new element to our little arrangement. That toy that I knew so well was graced with something warm and then inserted, until the buzzing had me practically on edge. My teeth were chattering.

  “I would think that having to use something like this would emasculate a man. I don’t see it like that. I actually enjoy using one of these things myself.” Brent used those words carefully, before once again sliding up onto the rectangle table. He had his cock out and it was already showing signs of arousal. His vanilla cream was dripping down his obvious endowment. Julian was fucking me slow and then fast with the pussy pleaser. Brent slid underneath me and in the process pulled me up onto the table with Julian following me right along to the center.

  Brent was underneath me, until he was grasping onto that curved vibrator. They had me at their mercy. I must have looked quite the sight. If anybody were to walk past at that very moment they would either run or stay to watch the show.

  I moved my mouth down the length of Brent’s cock and heard his surprise wafting over my clit. I stopped with my mouth full to feel that Julian was about to embark on a journey that I had never taken before. He was poised at my Hershey trail and was using a combination of some very intense lube and his own sweetness to seal the deal.

  I took my mouth off of Brent long enough to tell Julian “I’m going to ask you very nicely to go slow. I’ve never done anything anal and the most that I’ve had back there is a couple of fingers. I’m not saying that I’m not curious, but I do think that you should do me the courtesy of making me want it that way. Tease me and please me and I’m sure that will get me to do practically anything you want.” The cock head that was ready to push against the resistance was now replaced with something more agile and wet.

  He was tongue fucking my ass and spreading me open by the cheeks to get a bird’s eye view of what he was doing. I might’ve been a bigger girl, but my stamina was above reproach. I could run for few miles and then return the same way and only feel a little winded. My lungs were in fantastic shape and my Dr. told me that my
heart was that of a 20 year old.

  “When I told you to please me and to tease me, I didn’t exactly…mean that. You’re not seeing me…complaining… Ahhhh… Ahhh.” I wrapped my lips around Brent and I could feel that excitement in the air. I played with his joint, smoking on the top and drawing out that little bit that was soon to be followed by a whole lot more.

  The toy was still deep inside and the vibration had been turned up to close to the highest setting. I’d only had the guts to turn it up all the way to full blast one time. It left me comatose until morning.

  “Damn… Julian you really do need to fuck her ass. I want to see it and I’m sure from what Vivian has said that she’s ready to take that ride with you. I do believe that it might be time to slip in.” It was interesting they could do this together and not be even remotely shy around each other’s naked body. It showed they were comfortable in their own skin. That was a far cry from how most men would feel when they were crossing swords.

  “I do believe you might have a good idea for once, Brent.” Julian straddled me from behind. I looked over my shoulder to see that he was holding onto my ample hips. “You’re the kind of girl that knows what it takes to bring the boys to the yard.” He was nudging at my spit slippery entrance. He pushed it up against that dilated hole. I thought for a moment it was never going to happen. He was constantly applying more lube and squeezing the tip to get more of that sticky substance.

  “I don’t think that it’s going to go…INNNNNNN.” I had barely gotten the word out of my mouth when his knob finally made its way within that tight opening. I was breathing heavy and the hot air over top of Brent was certainly making him happy. “Ahhh…that is not exactly what I was…expecting.” I didn’t have to tell him to go slow, as I had already done it. He was taking my words at heart and he pulled out with a wet pop, before moving forward and doing it again with another inch firmly implanted within my ass.

  Before long, he was all the way in and I thought for sure that I was going to faint from the sheer pleasure. He was doing it nice and easy, but with long and determined strokes to take my breath away. I didn’t think that it was possible that I could do this, but I was happy to see my body had other ideas.

  “I thought that your pussy was something, but your ass is doing things to my cock that no one has ever done before. I’m glad that you were caught by us in the act. It makes what I’m doing right now, so damn good that I can hardly keep it contained.”

  “Somebody better start sucking my cock again.” I greedily devoured that piece, loving the feel of it on my tongue. I felt the distinct signs that it was ready to take things all the way home. “Well…you really do know how to suck a golf ball through a garden hose. I don’t want to share you with anybody other than Julian. I hope that we can depend on you to keep this a secret between the three of us.”

  “Don’t you mean the four of us?” We all turned at the same time to see Tina sitting there with her high heels in her hands. “Don’t mind me, I’m just going to sit here and enjoy the view.” They were looking to me for answers. I did the only thing that I could do under the circumstances. I worked them into a frenzy by driving Brent’s cock into my throat and Julian’s deep into my ass.

  “I think that we can forgive you…but you do need to be punished for speaking out of turn.” Brent’s knob was being spit shined and my drool was collecting down by his sack. I’d taken the opportunity to take both orbs into my mouth, but then I returned to the prize that was easily a delicious morsel that could satisfy my longing for quite some time.

  “I know exactly what you’re thinking, Brent and I wholeheartedly agree.” Julian’s strokes were getting more determined and I could tell from the sound of his breath that he was rapidly closing in on his own climax.

  Both cocks were going to spew their contents and both my holes were going to take them simultaneously.

  “I’m cumming…I’m fucking…CUMMMINGGGGGGGGG.” I didn’t know who was saying it in a baritone voice, but it could’ve been either one of them. It didn’t matter, because both of them went off and my mouth was filled. I was swallowing and taking the shot from behind in my ass.

  I moaned around the dipstick in my mouth, feeling that vibrator inside me being turned up full blast. I looked down underneath to see that Tina had taken the liberty of doing the honor. I was shaking, so badly that the cock in my ass was pulled out. I let go of Brent and he fired on long stream across my nose.

  I must’ve passed out. I woke up to find that they were all looking at me with great concern. They soon realized that I was perfectly fine and that I had no ill will towards what they had done. We agreed to bring Tina into this, but that was another story. The real deal was that I get to keep 1/3rd of the profits, have the pleasure of satisfying myself with two men and one woman, climax to my wildest fantasies and be a test subject for all their new sex toys and sexual fantasies.

  It was quite a deal and I couldn’t say no! Who says that you cannot have your cake and eat it too!

  Christmas with 3 cowboys

  Chapter 80

  Christmas had always been a bittersweet time for Shandy Price. Her parents, divorced since her birth, had always managed to turn the holidays into a parade of who was the bigger martyr and which one she should have loved more. It had not been an overly acrimonious divorce, as far as these things went, but Christmas always seemed to bring out the worst in them, rather than the best, and all she’d ever wanted was a merry Christmas. It had only gotten worse and worse the older she got, and by the time she left home she was of the opinion that Christmas was the worst season ever.

  Her father eventually re-married, and slowly and quietly faded into the background of her life. By the time she was ten she’d largely forgotten him altogether, seeing the reprieve from weekend visitations as a boon rather than something to be mourned. Their visits together had gotten steadily more awkward over the years—it was bad enough that she loved American Dolls and the Disney princesses, but when her chest started to swell and she needed a bra her father could scarcely stand to look at her. At first she’d thought it was because she was hideous—her body misbehaving the way it did, all these lumps and bumps—but now, at eighteen, she realized that it was because he was afraid of his own sex drive when he was around her.

  She had never realized that she could be attractive—being one of the few black kids in her mostly-white school made her more an object of fascination rather than true attraction. The few boys she’d dated had only ever wanted to know what she looked like naked—were her nipples really as dark as those they’d seen on porn sites? Was her pussy really pink? She shut down those inquiries as soon as they were made. Boys.

  Now, though, men in the diner were constantly telling her that she was gorgeous—there were so many times she’d gotten an arm around her waist that she almost didn’t notice them anymore. At first she’d thought that this was normal—weren’t all men kinda boorish, and didn’t they all try to hit on her? But then Darlene said something about what a relief it was that she was there to take all their eyes off of her—Darlene told Shandy it was because her skin had a touch of honey in its color, making her seem luminous even in the waitressing uniform (red-and-white striped dress). “You’re prettier than me,” Darlene said, winking. “Them gropers and ass-grabbers are your problem from now on.” Shandy thought it was insane: Darlene was a beautiful woman, statuesque, with long, straight, blue-black hair and a haunted, sad beauty to her eyes. Shandy, on the other hand, was short. She was curvy, her hips and bosom narrowing into a nearly-impossibly slim waist. Her hair was unruly, falling into a mess of loose curls that never could be contained for more than fifteen minutes. And she looked happy all the time—she had wide eyes that made her look as if she were seeing everything for the first time, turned-up lips that gave her an agreeable expression, as if she couldn’t possibly be annoyed that men were always trying to grope her. “Honey, you’re pretty,” said Darlene. “Get over it.”

  Easier said than done: sh
e was finding that this was mantra of adult life. Laundry—who knew that cottons couldn’t be bleached or that polyesters needed to be ironed on low heat? Money—how did people remember to get the eggs and milk and still have money left over to pay their bills? Food—how long could someone survive on peanut-butter sandwiches and ramen noodles? Her mother had never taught her these things before she left home, telling her that all she needed to do was get good grades and do enough extra-curriculars to be accepted into college and everything would be all right. And maybe it might have been the case, but then there was a car accident and all of a sudden she was alone in the world—alone and eighteen, with nothing to her name, nobody to guide her into the complicated world of adulthood. One semester into her freshman year in college, she just couldn’t anymore—so she got behind the wheel of her car and just drove. She didn’t know where she was going, or what she was going to do, and by the time she came to her right mind about the pointlessness of it all it was two weeks later and she’d tapped out all of her savings. There was just enough to pay for one last tank of gas, which got her to Vernon, Oklahoma. There was a diner there looking for help—the owner, a sturdy, stocky guy named Marvin, looked her up and down, asked her to lift her shirt (she refused) and said, “You’ll do.”

  Chapter 81