The next thing Marie knew she woke up and she had a man trying to get between her legs. God, it had to be a dream, the hands groping underneath her robe, the hard body against her.
But did she imagine the hard on pressed against her pelvis?
She laid there half asleep, images flashing of her with both Stavros and Milan…when they both took her on the floor. They had her on her hands and knees with Stavros mounting like a stallion and Milan and his cock pressing against her lips. She felt so overwhelmed, the sensations of the two very different men.
And Stavros afterwards…cleaning her up and taking care of her though careful to leave before Gunthor returned. Her breath came more quickly…he didn't know the man who had brought her here he didn't know how much she'd cheated on him. What kind of women fucked three different men in a couple of days, and her body tensed when it hit her about last night. Gunthor leaving to handle a business emergency and the next thing…Milan and Stavros turned her into their sex toy, using her and then she remembered what both men had said…about Gunthor and his hunger for acquiring businesses to add to his growing empire.
"You're a great piece of ass but then he only hires the best."
His words had caught her attention…what had Milan meant by that and why hadn't Stavros really answered any of her questions about her boss?
She murmured because even now her body hummed perhaps in memory of the pleasure…her pussy felt wet and that familiar ache…the way her breasts hardened as if someone were fondling them still.
"Marie…you're so beautiful like this…hard to resist…"
A smile curved on her mouth as she felt beautiful…and relaxed in bed.
"I want you so much right now," he said, "I wanted you last night but you were asleep…"
She sighed in agreement. Yes, she'd been so sleepy, so depleted from her interlude with the men and the bath Stavros drew for her. She'd fallen asleep wearing only her robe on the sofa waiting for Gunthor to return.
"I need you now…."
Her breasts peaked under the caresses of a man's hand, a man who knew how to tease the nipples until they became hard enough to suck on…ripe and rosy and she sighed now as she felt the wet, warm of a mouth enveloping one of them while a man's hands nudged her legs apart.
She opened her eyes and saw herself lying sideways looking straight at Gunthor. His tousled jet black hair and his piercing eyes on her, before he dipped his head to mouth her other breast, teasing the nipple with his lips and his tongue. Her robe had opened and wait, wasn't she lying on a bed? How did she get here? He must have carried her while she slept soundly.
He stroked her hip and she felt her pussy open to him, his thick cock nudge between its lips before a simple bucking of his hips pushed him inside her, slicing effortlessly through her slickness.
"Good morning…I came back wanting you last night but you were passed out hard."
She felt him start to move against her, slowly, leisurely as her pussy tightened around him. His hands on her hips, his eyes looking into hers, leaving her feeling so exposed.
"You must have been tired from yesterday."
Oh god, she thought did he know? Did he know what she'd done and what had been done to her that had worn her out? His hips jutted against her as his cock buried itself inside her; before he pulled out almost…she flexed her hips to take him back inside of her without thinking. He felt good, pushing and pulling her pussy as they lay on the bed.
"You feel so damn good this morning, so hot and slick for me…did you want it?"
She sighed as he pulled her closer to him, and she felt the gentle slap of his balls as he deepened his thrusts. Nice and leisurely with his cock but still the charge filled the air. She moaned as he fucked her into full awareness. He was naked, his chest pressing against her breasts, her thigh brushing against his muscular leg.
She couldn't turn her eyes away from him, not while he fucked her. Gunthor had a way of commanding her full attention.
"Marie…your weekend has been quite…memorable?"
She didn't know how to answer that, knowing a loaded minefield when she saw one. What could she say as he had his cock inside of her now, that she had fucked the nearest man when he hadn't been around? He'd left her at the club to attend an auxiliary event and she'd fucked Stavros…then she'd fucked him later and….her cheeks flushed.
Then there'd been Milan who had used both her pussy and her mouth…the memory of her lips wrapped around him while he rode her mouth…damn she had to remember that while Gunthor watched. Surely he couldn't know…if he did wouldn't he call her on it? Call her a slut, a traitorous whore? What was she really, she thought as her hips moved to meet Gunthor's thrusts?
But then how much did he really know? The most perceptive man she'd ever met, how much could he really be in the dark?
"Gunthor…what am I to you?"
He sighed and his face…the expression told her he was getting close…her own body seemed so wound up right now, as each stroke of his cock promised more pleasure than the last.
"You're the intern who works for me," he said, "and you're my lover…you will continue to be my lover after this weekend."
She narrowed her eyes at that.
"Gunthor I don't know…"
He chucked lightly as he quickened his thrusts, sending slivers of pleasure through her telling her to brace herself again.
"I think you do know…I think you know exactly what you are Marie…"
She froze and tried to cover it with a smile.
She climaxed as he slid his cock deep inside of her and as the spasms rocked her, she watched his face as he blasted her with his own orgasm.
"Marie…you're a woman who has discovered that she loves to fuck men," he said, "and this weekend…reflects that."
She blinked her eyes as her body rode out the tides of elation and release that had filled her. She felt him still deeply in her pussy.
"Nothing wrong with that…in fact it's been most pleasurable…"
Maybe he was just talking about the two of them.
"But all those things you said when…I was tied up and blindfolded…what did you mean?"
He stroked her hip as he started to withdraw from her depths.
"That you want two men to take care of you," he said, "to give you pleasure?"
She nodded carefully.
"That…how can you be so sure," she said, "It's so lurid…it would make me a slut…a whore…if I wanted that."
"No Marie…it makes you a woman of great passion…and I have to admit the thought of you getting fucked by a man while you suck cock…would be quite a vision."
She felt the back of her neck prickle. That felt uncomfortably close to more than just fantasy. But the way he looked at her as he stroked her thigh, didn't mean anything.
"How would you like that Marie…to have a man thrusting his cock into your pussy making you feel so good with it while another man slips his cock past your lips…you give great head…the way you suck it before you take a man inside of your mouth."
"Then…have you ever imagined what it'd be like if a man fucked your ass…slowly at first while your pussy rode another man's cock…"
She blushed at that. She'd heard about women who did such wicked things. Chad had a photo of a woman sandwiched between two men; their cocks inside of her hidden with the rest of the part of him she'd never guessed existed.
"But then that would still leave that nice mouth…so maybe another man could fill it?"
She almost recoiled because she couldn't even fathom doing anything like that.
"Your boyfriend knows what it's like to fuck a woman with another man," Gunthor said, "He seemed to enjoy it very much."
She bit her lip remembering the humiliation of finding out. But since then…she'd lost her right to judge him hadn't she?
"Gunthor I can't…."
"Never say never Marie…I think you've surprised yourself already with what you are willing to do…"
"Like fucking your boss…and sucking my cock…"
No, he didn't seem to know her secrets…she hoped not. She hoped he wouldn't find out.
"Gunthor…I…this weekend's been…so much."
"We'll be leaving the hotel tomorrow afternoon some time," he said, "and I promise you…the pace will slow down when we're back at the office."
"Well we'll have a quiet day or so before we have to fly to New York City…to close a deal," he said, "There's an electronics firm I've been trying to acquire for a couple of years now…you've heard of Jack Winslow…"
Oh yeah, the man who had gone mountain climbing with her boss at K2 last year. She'd seen the pictures of them at the top of it in his office.
"We're still hammering out the deal but it has to be closed in person."
He rolled away from her on his back.
"Come here Marie…I want those hot lips of yours around my cock right now…"
She looked at him as he opened up his legs and she maneuvered herself between them. She wrapped one hand around his thick girth and lowered her lips over the head…suckling it, teasing it while he groaned.
She moved her mouth further down his shaft, feeling his head slide further…then she lifted her head back, nursing his head again.
"You're so good with that mouth...the way you use it."
She tasted him…and herself when she sucked him and he lay back sighing…but as her mouth rode him, as he grew hard inside her mouth…visions flashed inside of her of when she'd been sucking off Milan while Stavros pumped his cock into her pussy. What Gunthor had just casually described…it was what had happened.
Then he had pushed the envelope in what he saw her doing and a chill filled her. She rubbed the base of his cock and fondled his balls while her mouth suckled the head. She knew by the way his body tensed and his groans that he'd be coming soon.
The taste of him as he rinsed her throat as he spasmed inside her mouth, she sighed. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and she lay down against him.
"We're going to a board luncheon today," he said, "It'll be on the patio outside the clubhouse…you know where that is don't you?"
Yes…she did as a matter of fact. That's where Stavros had taken her last night when Gunthor had been away.
"Yes…that sounds nice…"
Her heart began pounding and she didn't know why. But she guessed it wasn't going to be any ordinary lunch.
Nothing about her weekend with Gunthor had been ordinary.