A rude awakening (closed for Sannablonde)

[SannaBlonde]

‘Put him… there…’ I pointed to a chair in the corner of the bedroom part. It was surreal. But somehow.. Like it should be. I was feeling that more and more.

‘Why don’t you take your clothes off, right there. In front of him…’

I turned to where Mark was sitting in the corner looking up at me with a face that was pale but also something more, his eyes slightly glazed..

I stood in front of him and pulled down the shoulder straps of the dress and pushed the front of the dress down to expose my breasts. My knees were buckling, I found it hard to keep eye contact with him.. But I slid the dress down over my hips and it fell to the carpeted floor. My nipples were stiff.. From this angle I could also see myself in the wall-to wall mirror just to my left. And in the reflection Bruce behind me, also getting undressed.

‘Now… tell him you want me to fuck you.. tell him his dick is too small and he can’t please you.. Say it and slide those sexy panties down for me at the same time…’

I thought my legs were going to disappear beneath me. My heart beat so hard and my nipples seemed to stiffen even harder just at Bruce’s voice.

‘I want him.. to fuck me.. oh god.. I’m sorry baby..’ I paused for a moment, the small muscles in my face, round my mouth, contracting as I spoke…

‘You.. your dick is too small.. you can’t please me..’ My throat tightened and I almost felt like crying, seeing Mark’s face right now..

‘Good girl..’ Bruce came up behind me, in the reflection I could see his cock all big and hard, his hand wrapped round it and stroking himself. I noticed how veiny it was, shiny with a big purple head and the shaft so straight.. no curve at all.

His hands wrapped around me and he squeezed my tits hard, I could feel his cock slide in between my ass cheeks, just resting there.

‘Fuck Sanna.. you are gorgeous.. perfect.. As for you, Mark. Watch as I take her from you...'

He took my hand and we went to bed. We lay there facing each other and from here I couldn’t see Mark and it was quite honestly a relief. We kissed.. softly, his hands on me, my hands round his cock, on his chest.. Pretty soon I was on my back and he was close, his mouth against my ear and his right hand between my legs. He rubbed my clit.. perfect tempo and rhythm.. and I’m not sure but it couldn’t have taken more than 2 minutes of this for me to orgasm..

This was the soft part. From here on out Bruce would use my body hard, rough. I thought Jamal was powerful but it was like his superhuman size hindered him from going hard. With Bruce it was different. Bruce was well hung but actually not taller than me. His body was.. ordinary. What you might expect of a 60-year old man. But his personality? His mentality? Jamal was weak in comparison.

 

[Bluebanzai]

It was like a daze, a bad dream. I watched as Sanna directed me to the seat in the corner of the room. I know Bruce might have been trying to take charge, to gloat: but the truth was, I'd been accustomed to filtering out his shit for years. It was Sanna I was focused on, and this felt like a total betrayal.

But, strange though it sounds, I couldn't pull myself away. Couldn't leave the room. I watched as she stripped herself naked, for another man. I listened as she told me that I wasn't enough for her. That my dick was too small. And I couldn't tear my eyes away as he advanced on her, cock in hand, nuzzling it into her ass before he took her into his bed.

I just sat there, feeling humiliated, but also like this had been wholly foreseeable since she'd treated the way she had with Jamal. How could I not have seen that? And what was my place, now? Would she even want me? I felt like I should do something, but she'd told me to sit, and perhaps obeying her every instruction was the only way I could even hope to hold onto her, now. I wished I could see inside her mind, know what she wanted from me, and whether there was any coming back from this, now.

The oddest thing was being seated here, fully clothed, as they both flaunted their nakedness in front of me. Sanna, looking me in the eye as she peeled down her panties, telling me that she was about to have another man fuck her, the image etched deep into my brain already. And I sat awkwardly, unmoving, as I watched them step away and fall to the bed, hands all over each other as he brought her to a rapid and powerful orgasm. I couldn't even process that this was Bruce, not now: it was just too much. My eyes were fixed on her, watching, unblinking, as she betrayed me so hungrily. So erotically. So...

Fuck, I hated this.

Fuck, I hated myself.

And fuck, I wanted her.

I began to feel the first stirrings of arousal in my groin, and, unthinkingly, I slipped my hand down the front of my trousers and began to touch myself. Still watching.

 

[SannaBlonde]

He placed me on all fours now, my ass pointed at Mark in the corner. Bruce stood on his knees in front of me and pushed his cock in my mouth and immediately started to thrust back and forth. He reached over and slapped my ass cheeks, several times.

‘Yeah.. let me fuck your mouth, slut.. look at that ass.. Jesus christ.. Mark, are you paying attention? You’d like to get your dick out now? Well don’t.. Just sit on your hands like a good boy!’

‘Arch your back, show your husband your pussy and asshole..’ I did, shocked and intensely excited by being called a slut - and Bruce slid in deeper, what I had learned from Jamal was apparently of practical use here too because I could take him deep, his perfectly straight cock made that easier too.

He pulled out and positioned me the other way, facing Mark now, and the mirror. Bruce was inside my pussy within seconds and pounding me, his hands holding my waist in a tight grip.
‘Oh my god!! Oh!’ I yelped loudly because honest to god it felt so good. Jamal was maybe too big.. Bruce was.. just right.. and the way he did it, his rhythm, his feel.. everything.. perfect..

‘Tell him you’re sorry…’ Bruce panted as he fucked me.

‘I’m so sorry, honey!!’ I moaned and looked at Mark, my respect for him dropping even further now.
‘Tell him you love him!’ Bruce almost yelled.

‘I love you!’ I called out as Bruce grabbed my hair and twisted it in his fist, pulling my head back as he banged me faster. The sound of my ass clapping filled the room. He let go of my hair and pushed me down so I was prone on the bed. He was still inside me and now I could also feel his thumb.. pushing inside my ass.. fucking me with it.. It was a new weird sensation, but surprisingly.. good… He spanked me all the while, over and over, not so it hurt but still, a sting to it. He took my arms, both arms, and bent them back so my wrists were on the small of my back and he held them there...

'Look at me, Mark..' I heard him say. 'Get your little dick out and come here.. I want you to cum right here.. on her ass cheek..'

 

[Bluebanzai]

He was like the puppet master. Whatever he said to Sanna, she obeyed, without question - even, with relish. I couldn't drag my eyes away from the scene, but it was like the kind of horror movie that you watch through your fingers, because it makes your tummy flip and your flesh crawl, even as some primal part of you remains fascinated, fixated.

There was no doubting that Bruce was getting off on my humiliation. He made a show of involving me every step of the way. Positioning her to give me the best views of how he was taking her, of how much she was loving it. With Jamal, I'd been able to tell myself that I could have been part of the show, if only I could have stayed hard; here, my ego had nowhere to hide. He even spotted me with my hands in my trousers, and drew attention to it, so that I was shamefully exposed to Sanna.

Just sit on your hands, like a good boy...

And I did. I sat upright, hands by my sides, not wanting Sanna to think that I was somehow in approval of what was happening. Even though, as we all now knew, on some deep subconscious level, I was excited by it. I'd never be able to hide that, now, and I could only imagine how it might make Sanna perceive me.

As Bruce turned my wife to face me, his thumb in her anus, his handprints all over her reddening ass, I couldn't take my eyes off her face. She looked at me too, spasmodically, in between the longer spells when she'd close them with passion and lust. I could see her hard nipples, her flushed throat, the way she was biting her lip, moaning, panting... there was no faking here. And there was no way I could kid myself, either.

She was his, in this moment. I'd lost her. And when, with sadistic cruelty, he made her tell me that she loved me, I didn't know if she'd ever even be able to look me in the eye again. Grown man that I am, I wanted to cry, to break down. But I couldn't. I was fixed on watching them, my body trapped and in thrall to whatever was happening in my subconscious brain. Neither could I do the obvious things, and walk out, or protest, or shout, or hurl this sixty year old across the room. Because... because, why?

I've no idea. But... Sanna wanted this, and she'd made it clear that if we were to have a future, she'd need to indulge this side of herself. So, as our eyes locked, I did nothing, my face aflame, my pulse racing, my cock still hard.

And then, the ultimate humiliation. (Or was it? I'd wonder about that, in the days and weeks to come).

Get your little dick out... I want you to cum here... he said.

Of course, I stayed rooted to the spot. He slapped her ass, harder this time, and she gasped audibly.

"Tell him, Sanna. Tell him to be a good boy for us and cum on your ass as I fuck you. He's not worth having inside you, is he?"

Sanna looked at me, her head moving in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. She frowned at me.

"Just do as he tells you."

Slowly, I rose. I unbuckled my belt.

"No need for that, little guy," Bruce said. "You won't be doing much more than stroking a few times. Just unzip, then you can get out the way quicker once you're done."

I looked at Sanna, pleadingly, for moral support. But her eyes were closed, now, as she lost herself in the pleasure of his fucking. So I moved my hands to my zip, and, standing, pulled out my cock, as instructed.

Sanna's eyes flickered open. I was already hard. And she saw it. And I shuffled a few paces forward, as she watched me, taking my place next to her flank, as Bruce continued to pump her and slap her other cheek. In the mirror, we could all see each other. But I looked straight down, at her pink ass, with Bruce's fingerprints showing clear as day. I could see his cock too, as it briefly appeared each time he pulled out of my wife, before he plunged it back inside her and she moaned rhythmically for him. And I focused on my fingers, on my own smaller cock, on the physical sensations of wanking as I stood next to her.

Bruce was right. It didn't take long. I came, without ceremony, or acknowledgement, splattering drops of cum across the side of her ass, and diagonally up across her lower back. And, not knowing what to do next, I zipped myself up, wilting cock back inside the trousers of my dinner suit, white trail of my own cum staining the black fly as the tip of my flaccid member rubbed against it.

"Good boy," said Bruce. "Now fuck off back over there."

I could feel Sanna's eyes on me as I slowly, shamefully walked back towards the armchair in the corner of his suite.

 

[SannaBlonde]

"Good boy,. Now fuck off back over there."

It was humiliating, I knew it. But at the same time.. right. That’s what I wanted too. For Mark to sit down again.

I could feel how Bruce was using Mark’s cum to lubricate my asshole..! But not just that - I didn’t see where he got it - but I could hear the cap of a bottle open and in the next moment something cold and wet against my ass. It took me a second to realize it was lubricant and that he was applying it.. Oh god.. I wasn’t ready for this, surely.. While I was thinking on it, and wondering what the hell Mark was thinking right now, Bruce pushed in two fingers - soon sliding back and forth with ease inside me. And yeah, I liked it. A lot. He must have noticed.

He pulled back for a moment, repositioning me slightly so I was on my knees but my upper body and head was against the bed. Next i could feel his hand on the back of my neck and his cock sliding back and forth between my ass cheeks, over my asshole.. and then he stopped, and began pressing in.

‘Relax.. relax.. you are going to love it.. just keep still and relax..’ His voice was a soothing whisper.. So I tried and at first it hurt.. and I was about to give up and tell him it was a mistake when he seemed to pass a critical point and all of a sudden the pain subsided fast and I could feel his cock start to move.. back.. forth.. deeper.. now a little faster.. inside my asshole.. oh jesus christ.. the fact that it felt good almost made me want to cry..

‘See that, Mark..? Take a good look? Now.. get the hell out of here.. I want her to myself. We’ll text you when we are done…’

It was insane. I should’ve intervened, but I honestly didn’t mind. Actually, being alone with Bruce was what I wanted. Feeling him fuck my ass was all that mattered right now.

I heard Mark ask me in a shaky voice if I wanted the same as Bruce. I nodded.
‘Yeah.. see you later…’ was all i replied before Bruce increased his tempo in me, I thought I could feel his balls slap my butt..

It was 9pm when he left.

30 minutes later, after another orgasm, Bruce came inside my pussy. We lay there silently for a while just breathing. He pushed me close and I snuggled up to him. We talked for a long time, it was easy and I enjoyed it. It was 10pm when I got my phone out and was about to text Mark, but Bruce kissed me and took my phone from me. He took my hand and we went to the bathroom where we showered and made each other horny again. He fingered me to an orgasm before we returned to the bed.

He took his time, gentler now and even.. intimate. I would dare to say we… made love?

Another hour passed with ecstatic and beautiful sex. At 11 I asked for my phone back but Bruce kept putting it off, holding me close, and I don’t know when but I dozed off with my head on his shoulder.

He woke me up at 1 in the morning.
‘Text him. Tell him you are staying…

 

[Bluebanzai]

Shakily, I Iooked at my watch.

Half past nine. Surely she'd come back through the door any minute? I couldn't believe the scene that I'd been left watching: Bruce, fucking her ass. It was etched onto my retina, like a neon sign in the darkness, persistent in your vision even when you blink. Refusing to leave you.

I knew now that Sanna wanted to experience new things. Maybe I could learn to live with that, if she'd still be mine. Momentarily, I put out of my mind that it was Bruce that she'd betrayed me with, that I'd never be able to escape this shame, now. But I needed her to come back to me. And already, she'd been so long. I checked my phone. She'd said she'd text... or rather, he'd said she'd text. To say what, exactly? Would I be expected to go and collect her? I anticipated that, instead, she'd simply come back to our room, tap gently on the door, maybe hold me and be close. And we could find a way through this... it was all moving so fast, now. Too fast.

I watched the minutes pass. I couldn't go to the bar, even if I'd wanted to, not alone, after the others had seen Bruce and Sanna leaving hand in hand. I couldn't leave the room, in case she came back, because I had the keycard. I couldn't even get undressed, in case I had to go out for her. Opening the minibar, I pulled out five miniatures, and opened them one after another.

Right now, I didn't feel aroused at all any more. Everything that had taken place that night was suffused with such a sense of shame and embarrassment. My cock was spent, after providing the lubricant for Bruce to fuck her. And my growing tipsiness wouldn't have helped me get hard even if I'd been in the right headspace, now.

Eleven thirty.

Fuck it. Fuelled with Dutch courage, I opened the door, and pushed the lift button to head back up to Bruce's room. I needed to know that she was ok. Maybe there was a problem: maybe I could be her knight in shining armour. I just wanted her back, and to know that she wanted me, too.

As the lift pinged, I headed purposefully toward the door of Bruce's suite. I couldn't hear any noises inside and was just about to knock firmly when I did hear something. From behind me, in the corridor, came the sound of light footsteps, and of giggling. Suddenly, Tina came around the corner, high-heeled shoes in her hand, and some guy draped all over her. She stopped, and playfully pushed his hands away.

"You ok, Mark?" She paused, as I stared blankly at her. She'd obviously caught me listening at the door, and I could see her mind working. "Isn't that Bruce's room?"

Then I saw a moment of realisation cross her face. She looked both awkward, and amused. Her mouth fell open, and she flushed slightly.

"Um... anyway, we'd better leave you to it. Come on Sean." I watched as they headed for a room diagonally opposite, fumbling for the keycard and falling inside. And I knew then that I couldn't create a scene. Listening again at the door, I could hear nothing. Sanna and Bruce either weren't there any more, or ... or what? Were they in the shower, his hands all over her body? Out on the terrace, fucking in full view, eight floors up? Back in the bar, god help me, him feeling her up in full view of everyone? Whatever the case, there were no sounds of a damsel in distress, and Sanna had made it clear that she didn't want me there.

I turned slowly round, and, shoulders slumped, headed back to our smaller suite two floors down. When I got there, I called reception.

"Hi. I need a bottle of red wine, please. And could you top up the minibar for me?"

Five minutes later, the night porter arrived, bearing his expensive gifts. I took them, thanking him. And, collapsing back onto the sofa - the one where I'd fondly imagined that I might later be having sex with my wife, at the start of the evening - I drank myself into an alcohol fuelled sleep. The phone slipped from my grasp and fell between the cushions as I began to snore.

 

[SannaBlonde]

I texted him. But woke up at 5am and got up. Bruce was still asleep and didn't notice. I was almost expecting to feel remorse, guilt.. But I didn't, not that much anyway. Of course I felt bad for Mark, we were both the reason for the situation we were in but I was well aware of the fact that I'd taken it up a few notches without checking in, and that if Mark was feeling deep regret and wanted out of this predicament, new relationship status.. however you chose to call it - I would understand of course. It was complicated. But also simple because for me it came down to the fact that I had in a short space of time experienced an awakening of almost religious proportions. Maybe in a few week, months, I would feel different. But I didn't think so.

I knew that I saw Mark in a different light now. Jamal was like, ok - it could have been a one off how he reacted in that situation. But now with Bruce? The obedience to his commands? The jerking off on my ass cheek? The leaving without any protest?

When i got back to our room, I found Mark in bed, asleep. I took a shower and naked got under the covers spooning him from behind him. I needed to be near him without 'taking back' what had happened. I needed Mark to understand some things and I didn't think speaking was the right method of communication for that.

I reached round and found his cock, limp. Instead of grasping the soft shaft I pressed my palm flat against it, slowly rubbing in circles and feeling it awake and also Mark moving. I think he was aware of me now.. I changed the position of my hand as he slid more on to his back, so that my middle and ring finger were making rhythmical circles at the base of his shaft, just above his balls, sometimes even moving in a larger circle to encompass those too.

It was meant to imitate rubbing a clit. And it worked. His cock grew harder until it was fully erect. Mark was about to say something but I hushed him, placing a finger on his lips momentarily, before continuing my massage. I never grabbed the shaft or touched the head, just kept on circling, pressing.

'Jerk off for me...' I whispered.

 

[Bluebanzai]

I woke, the sour taste of wine in my mouth, the chemical afterburn of vodka and whisky in my nostrils. The room was dark, and I had no idea what time it was. My head felt foggy but, with a start, I simultaneously recalled last night, just as I felt Sanna's warmth against me. She'd come back!

My brain was full of questions, emotions, but somehow the sensation of her snuggled tightly against me told me all I needed, for now. I felt her fingers in my groin, and I put aside all the difficult stuff, knowing that she was back here with me, and that it was enough. I didn't know if I could find a way around what had happened, make sense of it, reconcile it: but for now I had her, and now was what mattered. I rolled towards her, and I heard her whisper in my ear, her breath warm and ticklish against my lobe...

"Jerk off for me...".

And there was nothing I wanted more. I looked sideways at her as I tugged urgently on my cock, at that mouth that had ordered me to leave, the eyes that had watched my shame, the lips that had wrapped themselves around other men's cocks as I looked on, helpless. My brain filled with images of Sanna, with Jamal's dick in her throat, with Bruce pounding her ass, with her tits and throat coated with cum from someone else. I felt her fingers massaging my scrotum, rubbing around the base of my shaft without ever quite touching me. And, despite my hangover, I came, harder than I'd thought possible, my seed covering my fingers and splattering Sanna's wrist, even as she pulled it away.

**

Next morning, Sanna woke me for breakfast. I didn't want to go down, because frankly, I didn't want to see anyone I knew. But she was insistent, saying that I needed to face up to people and stop being silly. Apparently, noone would even have noticed. As if.

I felt conflicted. On the one hand, Sanna should have been deferring to my wishes right now, trying to repair the damage she'd done to my ego, and our relationship. But she didn't seem to share that view: if anything, she was becoming ever more dismissive of my feelings. She was making me feel like a child. I had a right, I told myself, to feel aggrieved, and not to cooperate. But, on the other hand, I wasn't sure how fragile my hold on her was, now: and I wanted to please her. Plus, part of me knew that she was right. Unless I quit my job - which wasn't going to happen - I'd have to brave this sooner rather than later. And so, I dressed, followed her into the lift, and took her hand tightly as we walked into the breakfast room.

Not everyone was there, of course. Some of the earlier risers had already eaten, and departed; no doubt, others would be coming down at the last minute, having made the most of their lie-in. But right now, nine o'clock, it was pretty much peak time. I could see Richard in the corner, with a couple of the other single guys, and close to the buffet counter, Tina was looking as radiant as ever, holding hands with her new conquest across the table. I watched Richard stop talking and stare at us as we entered, although he didn't wave. And Tina, open-mouthed, pointed none-too subtly as she whispered something to her partner and giggled. I flushed, took a deep breath, and kept my eyes fixed straight ahead as I walked on.

It felt like all eyes were on us as I guided Sanna towards a discreet little table at the side of the room. And then, as I took my seat, I saw him. There was a loud table of six by the big front window, the CEO and the other big bosses tucking in to a hearty breakfast. In the middle of the group, his back to us, was Bruce.

 

[SannaBlonde]

Seeing Mark jerk off while I watched after I'd 'rubbed his clit' was immensely satisfying. It spoke volumes. No words were needed, I was told what was necessary.

At breakfast, a lot of Mark's 'gang' were there already and I could tell some of them were giving us looks but I did not care in the least bit. I understood it would affect Mark more seeing as it was his everyday and he would need to meet those people daily, but for me? I didn't give a fuck, to be honest.

We sat down in the corner just the two of us. I saw Bruce sitting with others and we exchanged a glance. It was enough for us both to know that we probably had to go to a room right after breakfast. God I was really turned by him. Everything about him. I could feel him inside me still, I was a little sore.

During breakfast between a mouthful of yoghurt and orange juice, I reached out and placed my hand on Mark's.

'Hey.. Mark. After breakfast, I'm going to see Bruce for a while..' I could sense the tension of course.
After breakfast, we walked to elevators - I was going to Bruce's room, Mark was going to pack his stuff in our room.

He was waiting by the elevators. But not just him. Another man also. I recognized him from yesterday, one from the board of directors. Mark seemed to know who it was.

 

[Bluebanzai]

I recognised Mr Delgado, of course, even though he'd only ever exchanged a handful of words with me. As the company's Chief Operating Officer, he was more normally based at the company HQ in Madrid, but inevitably he'd been over to various functions with the UK team from time to time.

"Morning, Mark," he said affably. "And this must be..?"

"Oh, good morning Mr Delgado. This is my wife, Sanna." He smiled at her.

"Oh, of course! I'm so sorry I didn't meet properly you last night... I'm afraid I was called away to deal with some urgent issues, but I'm sure you were in good hands with the other directors. I'm David," he said, tilting his head. "I've been hearing very good things about your husband, Sanna."

He must have seen my surprise, and, addressing me now, he continued.

"We were discussing some of our most promising performers at the breakfast table, today. Bruce here" - he patted him on the shoulder - "seems very impressed with your work this year. That last commission for - Unilever, wasn't it? - apparently had some great feedback."

Bruce grinned at me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his hand, reaching for Sanna's bottom, gently and discreetly cupping it.

"Yes, that's right, David. Mark has always been a consistent performer, but I've begun to realise how much I've underestimated what he brings to the team. He's great at taking direction, and he always delivers on time when you ask something of him. Very much... up and coming."

The inflection was subtle, but I noticed it, just as he intended. Sanna flinched slightly, presumably just as his hand moved somewhere more intimate.

"Anyway," continued Mr Delgado, "it feels like I've been remiss in not learning more about you, Mark. Tell me: do you play golf?"

I nodded. "I'm not much more than average but... yes, I've a handicap. It's always been a great way to network."

David beamed. "Exactly! Well, that's settled then. We're having a long weekend at the end of the month, to bring together some of our European talent pool, with all of the senior managers, and get to know each other better. To explore opportunities. We've got a chateau down in the south of France that we use occasionally for this kind of thing. I'd like you to be there. And," he turned to Sanna, "partners are very welcome, of course. We don't undervalue the importance of a strong home for our rising stars. You, young lady, are very much part of the team effort."

The lift pinged, and the doors opened.

"Floor six, wasn't it, Mark?" asked Bruce as he pressed the eight button, and hovered with his finger over the keypad. "And you're heading back up to mine, Sanna?"

David looked at him, quizzically, and Bruce continued.

"Oh, the guys popped up to mine after dinner last night to see the views. Mark was very taken with them." He smiled thinly at me, his eyes locked on mine. "Only... Sanna was telling me at the buffet this morning that she'd left her clutch bag in my suite. So we just need to make sure she's got... everything... she needs, before you guys check out."

David couldn't see, from where he was standing, but I could. Bruce's fingers were running up the inside of my wife's thigh, as she bit her lip and closed her eyes just for a moment.

*Ping.* The doors slid open.

"Your stop I think, Mark?" Bruce patted me on the back, almost imperceptibly pushing me out the door as I exited.

"Have a great day, Mark," said David. "I'll see you soon."

I turned to acknowledge him with a wave, but the doors were already sliding shut.

 

[SannaBlonde]

I instantly was fascinated by David. He was like Bruce, the same Alpha aura, the same confidence running through his veins like a life blood. Bruce was 60, David couldn’t have been much younger. I was taken in by him talking, and nodded yes of course a free trip to the south of France - yes please Mr.Delgado! As I was soon to learn, it was the kind of response from a woman David liked.

As we got into the elevator, I felt Bruce’s hand on me, discreetly, and I quivered. It instantly brought me back to the orgasms he had given me. Like a snap of his fingers. I glanced at Mark who was forced into a position of subserviance with two of his seniors present. I was wondering what Bruce had planned and I smiled at Mark as he got off the elevator, smiled like he was just a co-worker, not my husband.

We got off on the 8th floor and David and Bruce talked casually to each other at first as we approached the door and stepped into the room. But then the atmosphere changed.

‘Ok so I’ve been telling David a bit about last night. He’d like to try you out. Why don’t you be a good girl and get undressed?'

‘i’m pressed for time, Bruce. So if she can just give me a blowjob for now. I’ll hook up with her at some other time and fuck her. Ok?’

They were both standing up, David speaking to Bruce like I was a foreigner who didn’t understand what they were saying. An object. A whore. Why didn’t I leave?

Bruce motioned to me with his hand to proceed, and willfully - and honestly also with a building arousal inside me - I took my clothes off.

‘Leave the thong on. I like that’. It was David who spoke.

 

[Bluebanzai]

David Delgado was a man used to getting his way. A life of turning left on planes, exiting lifts on top floors, and using personal concierge services to service every whim.

He'd seen Sanna the night before, of course, knew very well who she was. In that dress, it would have been difficult not to spot her; and though younger models were clearly available, he had a penchant for ladies with a little experience: "some mileage on the clock" as he put it. At breakfast, he'd debriefed Bruce fully, finding him only too happy to spill the beans about his conquest over both Sanna and, indirectly, her useless husband. The whole 'up and coming' conversation had, of course, been nothing more than a pretext.

A long weekend of no-holds barred fucking was too good an opportunity to miss, and the fact that Sanna was apparently new to all this only added to the thrill. A delightful vista of possible depravities awaited.

But this morning, he didn't have the time. Those fuckwits in Asia had caused another crisis, and he'd be needing to get on top of things pretty swiftly. He just needed a little something to get him into the right headspace, calm him down. And this middle-aged blonde looked like the perfect thing.

"Turn around," he said, watching as she flushed and slowly revolved for him. "You have a great ass. Listen, we all know what kind of woman you are, Sanna. You're quite the dirty little slut, aren't you?"

He waited for her to awkwardly nod her assent, and continued. "Good. Embrace that. It will serve you well... and might even help your husband, if you still care. I'm going to take you in every hole, once I get you to France. But I don't have the time today. So just a little taster, before I leave you with Bruce. Kneel on the sofa for me, hands on the arm?"

He watched as Sanna wordlessly obeyed, virtually naked between the teo fully clothed men. He advanced on her, opening his fly. His semi-erect member flopped out, thick and dark, olive skin set against a curl of jet-black pubes at the base of his shaft. "Now, lift your ass into the air, and suck me."

He pushed his dick into her face, his hand lifting her chin so that her hair fell backwards across her shoulder. He beckoned to Bruce. "Finger her. I want to feel the vibrations, as she moans. You can spank her too if you wish. But not too hard: I don't want her biting down, do I?"

He'd found, in the past, that women could sometimes rebel against this kind of treatment. The secret was in picking the right woman, and in brooking no dissent. As soon as you asked if they were okay, the dynamic changed irreversibly. Better to assume, to take, to dominate wholly. And this one seemed to be responding beautifully to that treatment. He sighed, as his cock entered her warm mouth.

"Use your hands, then. Show me what you can do."

This was awkward for Sanma, of course, she was now a little off balance, Bruce's fingers going to work on her cunt as she lurched forwards into David's groin. David could see that Bruce was finger fucking her, and he could feel her appreciative whimpers as she took his own cock inside her mouth, tongue curling around him. Her left hand began to massage his balls, as the right one clasped the base of his shaft, and he grunted appreciatively as she bobbed up and down. He could have enjoyed this for longer: but he really had to make some fucking calls. God, someone's head was going to roll in Asia by the end of the day. He felt his orgasm coming, and his breathing became suddenly snatched, shallow.

"Take me out, now. I want to cum on your pretty face." His eyes locked on hers. "And look at me. Keep those pretty blue eyes open. Bruce: a few slaps?"

David moved his hips backwards as Sanna slipped him from her lips, wanking him hard with one hand while the other continued massaging his balls. Bruce was spanking her now, fingers still inside her as she bit her lip and moaned. He watched her varnished nails sliding rapidly up and down his shaft, and gace himself up to his orgasm. It had been a while, and his cock spurted four or five thick streams of cum across her face before it continued pulsing, sending out small white drops onto her fist.

Eyes locked on hers, David nodded approval.

"Good girl. Now suck me clean."

His cum was sticky in her hair, and he could see thick globules of it along her face and lips, sticking to her eyelashes as it began to drip down her chin.

Bruce was spanking her harder, now, and as she sucked him one final time, he felt her muffled gasps against him and smiled with approval.

"Well done, Sanna." Pulling out, he zipped himself up, and stroked her sticky cheek with one finger, which he then wiped on her top. "And now, I'm leaving you to Bruce. Be a good girl for him? And perhaps we'll see if we can get you and Mark a suite on the directors' floor of the château."

He looked at Bruce. "Your shout, of course... but you might want to get her in the shower before you send her back." He considered, briefly, as he pulled out his mobile phone. "Or... maybe not."

And with that, he patted Sanna on the shoulder, turned on his heel, and left. The door clicked shut behind him.