"The Black Card"

[HornyDog2017]

"The Black Card"


As he donned his sports jacket, he turned to take one last look at the woman still asleep in the hotel bed. She was a beautiful woman. And she'd been quite a fuck. He'd love to spend another night getting sweaty with her while mussing the sheets. But, he rarely hit the same pussy twice. It was just his way.

Ironically, she didn't do one night stands. At least, that was what she'd told him down in the lounge when, after a couple of drinks and some very suggestive flirtation, he'd asked her to come upstairs with him. After their last orgasms but before they'd drifted off in each other's arms, she'd again stressed that this just wasn't her. She hadn't responded when he asked, "But ... could it be?"

Now, he pulled a little black card from his wallet and set it on the night stand under her cell phone. He quietly made his way out of the room and out of her life. On the card was only a phone number...

 

[SamanthaCa]

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[SamanthaCa]

Her eyes fluttered open and for a moment she didn't realize where she was. However, that changed quickly when a part of last night's play flashed through her mind. He was handsome and showed more care in one night than her husband had shown in a year. He had sent her to a place she didn't know existed and she will probably never go there again. "Good morning," she said, but no reply returned. Take what you want and disappear, she thought.
She slipped from between the sheets, stood before the mirror and watched as guilt tumbled from her head to toes.
And the nerve of the guy, hinting that she would do something like this again. She never did it before and she will never do it again.
The card by her phone was elegant, but short of details. She was about to toss it in the trash, but changed her mind.
Weeks passed and the guilt she felt had disappeared, replaced by a stirring need that both scared and thrilled her. That need was driving her crazy and she retrieved the black card from her dresser drawer. As her fingers pressed the number keys a voice in her mind spoke ... what are you doing?

 

[HornyDog2017]

"Hello, I'm so happy you called," a male voice spoke with the tone of an old friend. It wasn't the voice of the man with whom she'd spent the evening many weeks earlier. "As this conversation and an explanation of the Black Card in your hands will be much easier with introductions, my name is Robert. What shall I call you?"

He waited until she offered a name, not knowing -- or caring -- whether or not it was her real name. For his purposes, Minnie Mouse would have sufficed. "It's wonderful to speak with you, Samantha. Next question. To verify that you are indeed the intended recipient of the Black Card, can you provide answers for two of the following questions. What was the name of the establishment in which you received the Black Card...? What was the hair color of the person who presented you with it...? Where did you meet the person who presented you with the Black Card...? Or, if it was provided to you, what was the name of the individual who presented you with the Black Card?"

He waited again for the answers. "Thank you, Samantha, I am satisfied that you are, indeed, the intended recipient of the Black Card. I would like to schedule an intake interview at your earliest convenience. What time and day would be good for you?"

 

[SamanthaCa]

The voice on the other end of the phone was different and she tried to figure his age. “Hello Robert, my name is Samantha.” Each question was met with a crisp response. Sam wondered what an intake interview was, but didn’t bother to ask, knowing her query wouldn’t be answered.
“Friday noon would be the earliest.”
She disliked telling a fib, even under these mysterious circumstances. “I didn’t exactly tell the truth regarding my name. It’s Holly, not Samantha. Under the circumstances giving a false name seemed like the right thing to do.”

 

[HornyDog2017]

Robert chuckled lightly. "That's fine ... Holly. Pseudonyms are entirely acceptable."

They discussed appropriate places to meet and settled on a coffee shop on the edge of City Center Park that had a shaded outdoor sitting area. "Friday at noon, then. I'll be the man with the red bow tie."



Friday at noon, Robert smiled as a very attractive woman approached, conspicuously taking note of his neck wear. He stood and pulled out a chair, asking with a humorous smirk, "Holly...? Or ... Samantha?"

Robert politely waved to the waitress, asked Holly if she would like something, and placed their orders. Once the waitress was gone, Robert got right to the point with a polite but direct tone. "The gentleman who presented you with the Black Card did so because he enjoyed his encounter with you ... enough so to feel that others would enjoy their own encounters with you as well. Now, I need to be clear about something. Many times the first question people ask at an intake interview -- particular prospective female members -- is whether I am a pimp ... and whether I am soliciting your services for purposes of prostitution."

Robert's attention shifted away from Holly. He smiled, and a moment later the waitress came up next to the table with their drinks. He thanked her, handed her his credit card, and asked her to start a bill. After she departed again, he looked back to Holly again and continued, "I assure you, this is not about prostitution. This is about networking, if you wanted to put a word to it. I am offering you an opportunity to spend some ... quality time ... with men -- and women, too, if you would like -- who are all very carefully screened specifically to ensure that you get the most from your ... encounters."

He pulled a manila envelope from inside his jacket and set it before Holly. "This is the application. Answer the questions you wish to answer ... skip the ones you wish to skip. Be honest! You will enjoy your time as a Black Card member more if you are honest not just with us ... but with yourself."

He slid the envelope closer to Holly, saying, "Feel free to take a look if you wish."

 

[SamanthaCa]

At 11:50, Holly was standing across the street from the coffee shop. Part of her wanted to leave and return to her predictable world, but another part added fire to her curiosity. Entering the shop, she immediately noticed the man in the red bow tie. He must have worn it to identify himself, because nobody would wear something that looked so silly.

Robert had no sense of clothing style, but pulling out a chair showed he was a gentleman. She settled on her chair, ”Holly will be fine and I would like a green tea with lemon.”

Holly listened and studied his face as he spoke. “I didn’t think of you as a Pimp; Panderer comes more to mind.”

Every word Robert spoke was analyzed and for the most part, she was convinced that this was not prostitution or a ruse for human trafficking. Her trust in his legitimacy was rising, but the walls of her defense had not been completely broken.

Holly looked at the envelope. It appeared so innocent, but so did the Trojan Horse.

“I don’t think many people are honest with themselves, which makes it difficult to be completely honest and open with others. Our survival instincts prevent total vulnerability”

Holly lifted the flap and pulled out five pages. Page one looked very legalese, page two straight-forward, pages three and four personal and page 5 an open-ended narrative.

“I don’t know if the Black Card is a blessing or a curse. Perhaps it’s both.”

She lifted her cup and took a sip. Her fingers are long and slender and there is no ring on either hand.

“I will be as honest as I can be, but at this time I know I cannot reveal all. I will complete it tonight, then what do I do with it?”

 

[HornyDog2017]

“I didn’t think of you as a Pimp; Panderer comes more to mind.”

Robert smiled a bit wider. He had always been impressed with intelligent people, particularly intelligent women. And he could already tell that Holly was of that grouping. As such, she would know what she did and did not want from this world.

In response to Holly's comment about honesty and vulnerability, Robert told her, "The first thing you will learn about the members of the Black Card is that they believe honesty to be the best policy."

His lips spread in a devilish smirk as he added, "Even when, out in the wider more public world, such honesty would be considered taboo ... inappropriate ... even unacceptable."

Holly looked over the pages and said, “I don’t know if the Black Card is a blessing or a curse. Perhaps it’s both.”

"Your safety and anonymity are paramount at the Black Card, Holly, if that is your concern," Robert told her in a sincere tone. "And if at any time you wish to withdraw your participation, you are not only welcome to do so but encouraged to do so. You should never feel obligated to continue or even begin an encounter."

With almost a loving, grandfatherly tone, Robert reassured her, "Holly ... we only want you to be with us if you want to be with us."

“I will be as honest as I can be, but at this time I know I cannot reveal all. I will complete it tonight, then what do I do with it?”

Robert pulled another card from his jacket pocket, this one gold with black trim. It had an 8 digit number on it, and he explained that if she added a 7 to end and dialed it, it would connect her directly to him.

"I will be your only contact with the Black Card organization as a whole," he explained. "As I said, your anonymity is assured. You will notice that the application before you does not ask for your name. I will know it is your application goes to which applicant ... and no one else will. Take your time completing it. Days. Weeks. Months. There is no rush, Holly. Call me when you are ready ... and I will arrange your first encounter with a senior member who will suit your needs."

And he did mean needs. Robert had learned over the years that regardless of how happy and content anyone was with their current significant, there were nearly always needs that weren't being fulfilled. He'd also learned that most of those discontent individuals would be eager and willing to fulfill those missing needs with another individual if only they thought they could do so with anonymity. And, thus, The Black Card begun.

"Holly, I should make this point as well," Robert filled in as he watched her staring at the application. "The Black Card isn't just about sex. If all you wish is to have someone with whom you can talk ... someone with whom you can broach subjects that, perhaps, you are not comfortable broaching with your life partner ... there are members who are eager and willing to make themselves available for this as well."

 

[SamanthaCa]

Holly had expected you to be nice to her. Whether a pimp, panderer or headhunter, she felt that she was being recruited into an organization that was bright and shiny on the outside, but may be a trap on the inside.

Being burned many times ruins trust and it’s difficult for her to open herself and be vulnerable to others.

She is reminded that your tone is similar to that of her grandfather. He was the major influence in her life and Robert has so many of his traits. Holly also took note of his interaction with the waitress. He was polite and respectful and she warmed to that.

Robert was dismantling the bricks that she had built and her movements became relaxed and graceful. Her eyes that had viewed you as a possible prey, became warm and sparkled as she listened to you.

“You said that you will be my only contact with the Black Card Organization. Does that mean you and I will never have a… a … encounter? Also, when you say senior member, do you mean he has been with the organization for a long time, or his age makes him a senior?”

She leans closer to you. “I had unprotected sex with the member. I have no STDs, but now I’m worried about his status?”

The anonymity that this organization provided, suited her perfectly. She had been deprived of physical contact for so long a time and missed not being able to confide in a person that actually cared.

“When I saw you with that bow tie, I thought you looked silly and out of place, but it suits you well. You are unique and have an air of confidence. You know how to put people at ease and being so handsome makes your very appealing.”

She tapped the gold card on the table, memorizing the number and the extension. “I will call, very soon.”

She slipped the card in the envelope and looked at her watch. “Yikes, I’m running late. Can you excuse me, please?”

 

[HornyDog2017]

“You said that you will be my only contact with the Black Card Organization. Does that mean you and I will never have a… a … encounter?"

"Never," Robert said, almost smiling. "Although I administer the Black Card, I am not a member."

Robert could have used the Human Resources Manager and Prospective Employee fucking one another example of inappropriate behavior in the workplace, but instead he just let Holly go on.

"Also, when you say senior member, do you mean he has been with the organization for a long time, or his age makes him a senior?”

"I have found that first encounters with a long standing member tend to aid prospective members in finding that for which they seek from the Black Card," Robert explained about the senior part of his comment. "As far as age, Holly ... I could arrange an encounter with a member of any adult age."

When Holly quietly mentioned her recent unprotected sex, Robert told her without any hint of judgment, "No worries. All members are screened by our own medical professional for any ... issues."

He reached out to tap the bottom of the first page of the application, saying quietly, "You will need to agree to periodic follow up appointments with our doctor, just as do all members. And, if you go outside the Card for your ... encounters, we strongly encourage you to use the appropriate protection. And you are always encouraged to see our doctor any time you wish."

He didn't mention that the costs for such appointments were the responsibility of the member. He didn't find it necessary at this point. If Holly found the cost prohibitive, there were options of which Robert would inform her when the time came, but for now it wasn't a topic he wanted to broach.

When she complimented him on his ability to deal with people, Robert smiled, pleased. "I thank you very much, Holly. I find administering the Black Card very rewarding."

“I will call, very soon.”

"Please do, Holly," Robert said with a joyous expression and tone. "The Black Card isn't for everyone, but ... I think everyone should have an opportunity to discover such a thing for themselves."

“Yikes, I’m running late. Can you excuse me, please?"

Robert stood and offered his hand. "Take your time, Holly. And call me when you are ready."

 

[SamanthaCa]

Holly met with a client in the late afternoon and cut the meeting short, knowing her focus was distracted from her conversation with Robert. Her condo was situated in a trendy part of the city and she stopped at the centre of the nearby bridge, watching the meandering flow of the narrow river below.

This was a time in her life when she could explore who she was and who she wanted to be. Finding the right person or persons was always a roadblock in her goal to self-awareness. The Black Card organization solved this by weeding out clientele that did not meet their high standards and she was on her way to becoming a member of that elite group.

She had so much to learn and the people she could meet would have centuries of experience.

Her first encounter with a Black Card member was one she would never forget. He was intelligent, witty and confident. He didn’t rush things and was able to read when she was nervous and when a light touch was more appropriate than a strong one.

Her sexual experience with men is limited and the predominant sexual position was missionary. Holly loves when a man cuddles and when his arms wrap around her and makes her feel secure from the world.

The Black Card man had massaged her from toe to head and finished his massage with Holly laying on her chest. He moved over her and nuzzled her neck with soft kisses. The position normally made her feel vulnerable, but not with this man. Out of character, she didn’t wait for him and raised her hips slightly to him.

It seemed like minutes had passed and he wasn’t taking the hint, so she arched up again and wiggled over his hardness. He nipped her ear slightly. She could wait no longer and reached under and guided him to her entrance.

He finally stirred and asked, “Is this what you want?”

He moved slowly up and down between her folds and only entered when she said, “Yes.”

His movements were sensual and measured, never going too deep or too fast. They repeated this over and over that night, ending up with her on her back and him over her. Moving as one, their final orgasm of the night was in unison. That was the only time he went deep, as deep as he could go.

He knew she enjoyed sensuality and that she would be a natural submissive. She liked men that were confident and dominant, but took the lead when her frustration overpowered her patience. She would never go as far as being a slave, but he would definitely recommend that she experience a firm, patient, gentle and mature dominant man.

An orgy wouldn’t be her style and her preference in a threesome would be MFF. A MMFF foursome would also be something that she would be intrigued to explore.

Anal sex was something she had not done, but she did research the subject and with the right partner, relaxation and lots of lube it may be quite pleasurable.

That night, Holly had made several attempts to perform oral on the Black Card man, but he didn’t allow her until after their last ‘mating.’ His assumption at the start of the night was correct … she loved sucking. She exceeded his expectations and was disappointed that he would never experience her lips again.

However, it wasn’t only her lips. It was her eyes and a glow from her that he had not seen before. His orgasms were normally controlled and he was surprised when he exploded so quickly. She looked so delighted to pleasure him in such an intimate way.

[Questionnaire to follow shortly]

 

[SamanthaCa]

Holly entered the complex and rode up to the ninth floor. She kicked off her shoes at the entrance and stripped in her bedroom. She warmed dinner and read through page 1 of the document. Legal papers were dull and could put a person to sleep, but she managed to read it completely.

It was quite standard and she grabbed a pen for pages 2 to 4.

Page 2 of 5

Description

Hair: Black, shoulder length
Eyes: Green
Nose: Average
Lips: Soft
Chin: Elegant

Height: 5’ 7”
Body Type: Lean to Average
Breast Size: 34B

Photo: Included in Private Envelope

Page 3 of 5

Sexual History

Virginity was given, not lost at 18, to her high-school sweetheart;
Sex with her second lover did not occur until after they were engaged. Shortly after, he broke the engagement and her heart;
At age 25, she rented a house with another female. They lived together for a year and a half and became lovers. Her partner died in an auto accident and next day, she moved ou and has lived alone since then; and
Her next sexual partner was the man with the Black Card.

She is disease free and therefore has not received treatments regarding sexual exposure. She and the man with the Black Card did not use protection.


Page 4 of 5

Sexual likes, dislikes, fantasies, etc.,

At the bottom of Page 4 of the document, there was an addendum that offered an option to the check boxes. These were:

‘0’ - Not Interested;
‘1’ - Slightly interested;
‘2’ - Moderately interested; and
‘3’ - Very interested.

2 - Masturbating in front of each other
3 - Vaginal intercourse
0 - Mutual oral sex (“69″)
2 - Anal intercourse
3 - Oral-anal sex (“rimming”)
3 - Role-playing*
2 - Using a sex toy on yourself
1 - Using a sex toy on your partner
0 - Vaginal fisting
0 - Anal fisting
3 - Stripping for your partner
0 - Your partner stripping for you
2 - Having sex in public
3 - Having sex in front of other people at a sex club
0 - Whip your partner
3 - Be spanked
3 - Be tied up or bound by your partner
2 - Engage in a golden shower (peeing on one another)
3 - Receive a facial
2 - Hire someone to photograph you having sex together
2 - Stimulate his prostate
3 - Performing oral sex
4 ooops 3 -Receiving oral sex
3 - BDSM
0 - Master/Slave
3 - Play Party
3 - Pet Play

 

[SamanthaCa]

She reviewed the questions on page 5 and pondered her response while sipping a cup of tea.


Page 5 of 5

What does she wish to get from being a member of The Black Card?

She wishes to:

- get a deeper understanding of herself;
- benefit from the experience of Black Card members;
- test her vulnerabilities and limits; and
- become more aware of people’s wants, desires and goals.


She has to offer:

- her uniqueness to others;
- her vulnerabilities and her passion;
- a willingness to share her views; and
- her desire to please others.

She carefully tucks the papers in the envelope and includes a photo of herself.

 

[HornyDog2017]

(OOC: I couldn't find that we'd given her a surname, so again I gave her one. I can change it gladly.)


A few days later:

Robert met with Holly at that same café to accept her application. He only thanked her before politely telling her he'd review it and get back to her. A few more days later, they met there again to further discuss her wants and desires before also discussing some possibilities. Robert also presented Holly with a burner phone and explained its limited abilities.

"There is no access to the web, no games, no apps. There is no call log. There is no contacts list with the exception of one number, the Administration number, which I will explain in a moment. You can text that number 24/7 with updates about encounters, as I will also explain in a moment. There is only one number to which can make voice calls: my own direct line. This is for emergencies only--"

Robert smiled. He'd taken an instant liking to Holly, and -- as seldom happened -- he had found himself wishing that he was a member of the Black Card. He continued, "--or, if you wish, Holly, you can call me at any time ... if you need to discuss ... well, anything."

He turned the phone to face Holly, continuing, "If ever you feel afraid, the phone will, of course, call 9-1-1. If you do call 9-1-1 for any reason, I would appreciate if you would call me at some point, too. I need to know that you are safe at all times, Holly."

He tapped at the screen causing a window to open with the word Code and a flashing icon. "Members with whom I feel you are compatible will be given a code. That code, while not a phone number in and of itself, will ring through to your phone. Text only, 140 characters ... like one of those, what do they call them, tweets? Understand that after you have received that first text, your phone will allow you to reply with a similar text once and once only, and the member who first initiated the contact will be able to text back only just one more time. The code will no longer allow any further communication between the two phones. Members have one and only one opportunity to discuss and arrange encounters with one another."

Robert gave Holly an opportunity to ask any questions she might have, then turned to another topic. "After or during an encounter, members are encouraged not to discuss the possibility of future encounters. If, once you have parted, you yourself feel that you would like to meet with a member at a later date, text the time and date of the previous encounter to the Administration number I gave you. If the other member has also asked for a follow up, a second code will be given to each of you."

He leaned in and continued in that grandfatherly way he had, "Holly, please keep in mind that if someone with whom you have spent time does not request a follow up, this is not an indication that that person did not enjoy their time with you. There are many reasons why a member would not choose to once again see another member, and most them have nothing if anything to do with whether fun was had by all involved."

They finished their discussion, and they went their separate ways, but not before Robert said with a sincere tone, "Holly, I can assure you that you will be receiving more requests for encounters than you will know how to handle."



A few days later:

Lawrence exited the elevator onto the 14th floor, pausing a moment to get his bearings. It was a busier office than he'd expected, and he suddenly found himself wondering about the logic behind the plan. But he found the lobby receptionist giving him a polite smile -- and a quick up and down ogle -- so he began forward, saying as he arrived close, "I have an 11am appointment with Holly Beck."

"Her previous meeting ran long," the receptionist said as she slipped off the tall stool to come out from behind the tall desk. She came around to stand before Lawrence as she continued, "She's still in the conference room, if you'd like to follow me."

The receptionist turned and headed down a hallway, unafraid to add a little swing to the shapely ass that was tightly wrapped in a mid-thigh length dress. Lawrence couldn't help but ogle, then smirk. The flirtation was obvious, and he couldn't help but wonder how the young woman would react if she was to learn who he himself was, and what his purpose for coming here today was.

"Here we are," she said, opening a door and gesturing Lawrence inside. She intentionally stood close to the portal, such that her perky breasts practically grazed the visitor as he passed. Before she turned to leave, she whispered, "If you need anything else after your meeting ... my lunch begins at one."

Lawrence watched the swaying ass depart, contemplating what a quickie in a storage closet with the little vixen would entail. But instead, he turned to look at the woman sitting at the far end of the long conference table. Her attention was still on a raft of papers spread out before her, and it wasn't until Lawrence closed the door behind him with a bit of a thump that she looked up.

"Holly Beck?" he said as he very conspicuously reached to the door knob and locked it. "I think we should talk."

He began her way slowly, a devilish smirk on his lips and his roaming gaze on her form. As he continued toward her, he pulled a black card from his jacket's hip pocket, made sure that Holly noticed it, then slipped it into the coat's other pocket, establishing who he was and why he was here.

As he neared her, he recalled the portion of her application that -- as a Senior recruitment member -- he had had the privilege to review. That potion had listed her likes and dislikes by rating, and the ones that came most to mind and which had led to him being here today were:

3 - Role-playing*
2 - Having sex in public
3 - Performing oral sex
and...
4 ooops 3 -Receiving oral sex
​

"I'm sure you are aware of your recent transfer to my working group," he began, improvising his character without any previous arrangement with Holly. With a hasher tone and a very leering look up and down her form, he continued, "And I'm sure that you are aware that I am not happy with your work."

His slow pace forward had brought Lawrence to the end of the table. As he turned to stand over her, he looked down into her cleavage, then back to her eyes and asked in a lower volume but in a more suggestive tone, "I believe that we may have to let you go, Holly. Unless ... you can show me a reason why I should keep you around."

He was now within Holly's reach, wondering whether or not she was going to be able to perform on her first true Black Card encounter in her office...

 

[SamanthaCa]

Holly was engrossed in finalizing her notes and jumped when she heard a stranger say her name. She noticed the Black Card, but wasn’t able to clearly see if there was anything written on it.

Although he was handsome, his tone made her weary and his leering made her feel uncomfortable. When he looked down her cleavage, she felt that he was completely undressing her.

He was close enough to touch and she rolled her chair back and stood. She felt her anger rising and tried to control it and maintain her composure.

Although they were alone, she didn’t want to make a scene and she brushed by him and quickly strode to her office. She slammed the door, went to her desk, opened her drawer and grasped the phone. She looked at the screen and there was no code, no activity.

Holly’s fingers were trembling, but she was able to press the direct line to Robert, which was answered on the second ring.

“Yes this is Holly. There is a man in my conference room who quickly showed a black card and looked at me like I was a tramp. You said - "Members with whom I feel you are compatible, will be given a code. That code, while not a phone number in and of itself,*will*ring through to your phone.”

Holly paused to catch her breath and continued. “I didn’t get a code and I would be disappointed if you thought this type of man was compatible with me.”

She didn’t want to raise her voice, but she did. “What the hell is going on, Robert?”

 

[HornyDog2017]

"Please forgive me, Holly," Robert said quickly, his tone apologetic and sincere. "Our senior members ... they are not required to first make contact, and ... well, sometimes they can skip a step with which some prospective members are more comfortable."

He paused just a moment, then continued, "The man in your office is Lawrence. I assure you, while he may have come across rather ... forceful--"

Robert knew Lawrence well as the latter had been with the Black Card since his early 20s, more than three decades. In addition to the normal encounters in which he took part, the now-54 year old Lawrence had also introduced more than 200 new members to the exclusive club, and to this day more than half of those new members were still active in the Black Card to one degree or another. Not that it was a competition, of course, but if it had been Lawrence would have not only leading the race to expand the Card but would have already lapped even the nearest senior member.

Robert continued, "--he is just the kind of man you would want to have an encounter..."

He ceased, suddenly concerned. Robert had suggested to Lawrence during their discussion about Holly that she might enjoy a role play in which she succumbed to a work place superior's sexual demands. Suddenly, though, Robert began to wonder if perhaps that had been too great a leap forward.

"Holly, if you would like to give me a moment," he told her in a sincere tone, "I will send Lawrence a text immediately ... disengaging the encounter. He will not be offended ... and I'll meet you at your earlier convenience at our regular place ... to further discuss what you want from the Black Card. It seems obvious to me that I made a mistake, and I wish to apologize in person if you would permit."

 

[SamanthaCa]

Holly listened carefully to every word, absorbing Robert's tone and genuine concern.

“Can you give me a moment please?” Holly asked. “Thank you.”

She covered the phone and took a few deep breaths. "Thank you for waiting. I was caught by surprise and panic drove me to become overly defensive."

She paused. "I have issues with trust, but I do trust you and your judgement. No apology is necessary and I do believe you have my best interests in mind. Could you please contact Lawrence and ask him to excuse my rudeness."

She continued. "He must think I'm terrible and words from you might ease his thoughts more than I could."

Holly was pleased with Robert's response and after many apologizes from both, the call ended.

She stepped to the window and gazed down at the park and children playing.

She assumed that Robert had wanted to catch her by surprise and let her actions be driven by instinct and not careful thought. That she thought, was very astute of him.

Instinct would have made her show her charms and willingness to please her superior, but her flight response was quicker than her submissive one. She gave sufficient time for Robert to contact Lawrence , left her office and walked to the conference room.

She entered, kept the door open and glided to Lawrence , ensuring her hips swayed just enough to get his attention. Invading his space, she said, "I believe that other companies would be quite pleased to steal me away from you, Sir. Unless...you can show me a reason on why I should stay."

Mentally, Lawrence reviewed all the information on Holly that had been given to him. The screening process was top-notch, but every now and then a new recruit added an element that is difficult, if not impossible to gather. She appeared to be one of those.

Holly struggled with the issue of control. Intellectually, control was necessary to have, but at other times she craved a total lack of control. She hadn't yet comprehended that giving up control is a strength, not a weakness. But of course, who defines what is a strength and what is a weakness.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Lawrence stepped around Holly to put her between him and her desk. Barely and inch separated their bodies as he bent his knees to allow his hands to reach the lower hem of her dress. He began raising it, with the intent of bringing it fully to her waist as he said suggestively, "I can show you a reason why you should stay ... for both of our benefits."

 

[SamanthaCa]

Holly had not noticed Lawrence's scent earlier, but his nearness made her draw in a deep breath. Musk, with a hint of leather sent a shiver through her and she deeply drew in her next breath.

"Mmmm," she purred and leaned in slightly, letting her nose brush his neck.

Her eyes widened at Lawrence's contact with her legs and the most innocent of girls would know his intent. She caught a glimpse of the open conference door, but ignored it and let her eyes search for his. When their eyes met, her tummy stirred like the beginnings of a tornado and warmth began between her legs and travelled upwards, reddening her cheeks.

 

[HornyDog2017]

The lack of resistance from Holly told Lawrence that the Black Card prospect was either past her hesitance or very much wanting to be. The dress cleared her hips, and as he glanced down to take in the view, Lawrence found her professionally trimmed muff well displayed by a semi-sheer pair of black lacy panties. He murmured his appreciation.

Lawrence reached a hand across between them, took her opposite elbow, and turned her swiftly to face the desk. He pulled the elbow in his control back, moving it in a way as to cause Holly's hand to find his groin. His cock was fully hardened, straining against the front of his slacks.

His other hand moved to Holly's front side, caressing over her belly as he whispered, "Lean forward ... Miss Beck. I believe the time has arrived to interview you ... to see if you are worthy of remaining an employee here."

 

[SamanthaCa]

Lawrence drew her dress up slowly and Holly wanted to see his reaction to her lace panties. Hearing his murmur confirmed what she knew … he would love the view.

No man had exerted control in such a firm, yet gentle manner. Holly felt heat emanate from him and she couldn’t stifle the gasp that escaped her lips when she brushed over his bulge. From this touch, she became aware that his length and width was more than ample.

A shiver ran through her as the tips of his fingers traced over her tummy. She leaned forward and the immediacy of her response surprised her and she knew it would please him.

Without thought, she pressed her hips back and wiggled against his cock.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Holly's force of her ass back against Lawrence was met with pressure of his own. He grasped her hips in tight hands and forced his fully hardened shaft into the crevice of her firm cheeks. He ran his length up and down against her a few times, then took hold of the waist bands of her panties and pulled them down off her ass to just above mid-thigh.

"Spread," he said, kicking a foot to the inside of her left foot, then her right until the two of them were a as wide as his own stance behind her. Without hesitation, Lawrence reached between Holly's thighs to find her wetness. He lubed his digits, explored for and found her already swollen clit, and went to work on it with skillful fingers, meaning to continue until she'd enjoyed her first orgasm of the afternoon.

 

[SamanthaCa]

Holly tended to over analyze things, most times to her benefit, but sometimes not. Making a man hard and wiggling against him gives her a degree of control, but that is soon lost when the man presses back.

The feeling of surrender and vulnerability is both scary and erotic and having only the thinnest fabric feels like armor compared to the exposure of bare skin.

“Spread” sounded crude, but compliance wasn’t necessary as her legs were parted for her.

Her clit tingled, wetness coated her lips and heat spread around her inner thighs. Without a vibrator her orgasm would be slow, frustrating and wonderful, but Lawrence’s fingers touched like no others, including her own.

Her quickening breath surprised her, as did the curling of her toes and tightness in her tummy. She struggled to remain silent as the first wave rushed over her. Like waves in a storm, they rose higher and rumbled longer over the beach.

She panted for what seemed like minutes before she gained back a hint of control.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Lawrence had found just the right touch on Holly's clit to progressively increase the pleasure she was feeling between her thighs, then stuck with hit until he felt her body tremble in ecstasy. She did a good job of containing the volume of her orgasm, not that Lawrence had been too concerned: the boss was in her office with an unknown man, so it wasn't as if the sounds of euphoria were going to draw through the door an office assistant whose curiosity was greater than her desire to keep her job.

After he'd given Holly time to enjoy the afterglow of her climax, Lawrence leaned forward to slip a hand under her torso and lift her to a standing position. He turned her to face him, lifted her buttocks to the desk, and began loosing his own clothes: belt, button, and zipper allowed his pants to fall away to his ankles as he told her, "I'm clean, but if you wish..."

He held up the condom he'd taken from his slack's pocket before they'd dropped. As they made their decision, Lawrence studied Holly's face and body language. He loved the appearance of a woman after she'd cum, but Holly's aftermath was even more spectacular than that for which he could have hoped. He knew she was new to the Black Card; and -- after reading the info Robert had provided -- he knew that she was new to cheating. And yet, her reaction to what Lawrence had done to her -- to what she was allowed him to do to her -- told him that she was already realizing that a whole new world of adventures was laying before her.

 

[SamanthaCa]

Holly was happy the table was smooth and remembered, as a teen, leaning against a barnyard door with her bare butt and then trying to explain to her mother how the slivers got there.

She slowly drew in a deep breath as she watched Lawrence’s skill at undoing his pants and lowering them.

“I trust that you, or I, would not be here if there was even a hint of our … ‘status’, being anything but clean. I want you ... bare.”

Holly’s orgasmic glow still showed on her cheeks and she sat, with legs closed, waiting … and then watching him lower them.

The degree of roundness made her bite her lower lip and blood pulsed through her body, matching the pulse running along the large vein of his cock.

“Mmmmm,” she whimpered as her fingers went along the top of his cock from base to tip. Her thumb rubbed along his slit, coaxing out a sparkling drop. She rubbed in soft circles around the tip and let two of her fingers run through the wetness.

With a smile, she raised her hand and ran those fingers over her lips and into her mouth. Her eyes sparkled and looked directly at his eyes while she sucked. Her eyes stayed with his as she moved her hands and pressed on the sides of his cock, almost making it look as if she was praying.

Her right hand slid under his cock and her left slid over the top. Her fingers touched every part from tip to base and stopped when his balls rested on her palm. She felt them with her other hand and goose-bumps ran up each arm. They looked so full.

She moved her arms around his hips, parted her legs and drew him to her. She slid slightly down and tilted his cock until it touched the top of her lips. She moved in slow circles until the tip of his cock rested between her damp folds.

Her head drooped back and her eyes closed, letting his cock head and her clit dance together. This touch was intimate and could last for hours, but a desperate need would not allow that. Her emptiness had to be filled.

She arched her hips slightly and guided his cock lower, until it rested at her entrance. A voice told her not to do this, but another voice convinced her hips to move again.

She felt the head of his cock widen her entrance and she held his there for a moment. Her arms were still around him and she drew him to her until the full head of his cock had gained entry. He was large and she already felt a slight stretching. Her wetness oozed further and she drew another inch into her.

Holly paused, knowing she had not been stretched this far. The fear of being split open was silenced by the need for more. She drew him deeper, feeling inch after inch disappear into her. She drew him in until there was no more left. Thank goodness, because his tip was pressing against her cervix.

Her legs wrapped around his hips and she moved up and down, then side to side. Each movement raised her temperature and made her lips puff even more. Mini orgasms made her breath go ragged.

She let her arms slide from his hips and moved her legs from him to the edge of the table. He was still in her fully and she lowered herself until her back was on the table. Her move was slight and Lawrence knew to move back slowly, stop when he was almost completely out and then slowly fill her to the hilt.

Holly closed her eyes and moaned as he continued this slow, steady movement. The slowness was like torture, but it was a delicious torture of pleasure. She could stand it no longer, “It feels so good ... faster, please faster.”

She would have cursed if Lawrence had kept moving slow, but he increased his speed … slowed...thrust hard...slowed and went deep... and then continued with inhuman speed.

“Yes…yes,” Holly cried out as Lawrence thrust with vigor, pounding her with powerful strokes.

Her head tilted to the side and her body went limp.

Lawrence stayed inside her and bent over, seeing that she had passed out from her racing pulse and erratic breathing.

He slapped her lightly until she snapped out of it and opened her eyes.

Holly tried to focus and managed to make out his image. Gripping his arm she ordered, “Fuck me, fuck me harder.”