Message-ID: <42536asstr$1053425402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Originating-Email: [spiller48@hotmail.com] From: "Spiller -" Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 19 May 2003 22:49:10.0903 (UTC) FILETIME=[DCEDC070:01C31E58] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 22:49:10 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} NEW: The Gift, part three, (mf, ff, mmf, mc, cheat) Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 06:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates This is adult material. If for some reason you are not allowed to read this, you should get off now! ................................................................................................................... Authors' only rewards are your comments, so please take a minute of your time to mail an opinion to spiller48@hotmail.com .............................................................................................................................. The Gift by Spiller Part three Chapter one. We had not even reached flying altitude, when dad was by me. I could not see him, of course, but the eager way he talked to me, reminded me of a little boy jumping in excitement, talking like a machine gun. "Dear boy, if I could hug you and squeeze you, I would." "Was it that good?" "Better. Better. Like nothing else. Better, of course, because it's so long time ago, but also because the girls of your generation are a lot more liberated than they were in my time." "Good for you, I'd say. But, like I told you, next time we'll have to make it shorter. I can't say I enjoyed all those hours." "Of course. You decide. I found out something I didn't know. When I'm in your body, I can use your powers of mind control. You know, I can't control anything when I'm `on the other side'. The power I could use was not as strong, as when it's yourself, but I managed to make her do a few things on my orders." "Did you feel things as strongly as I would have done?" "I think so. As far as I remember, at least. We only need a few adjustments to your bubble. The balance of tastes is not quite like I remember it, and I'd like my hands to be a bit more sensitive. That's all." "We can do that at a later time. By the way, it was a great help to know his minimum price during negotiations. I made a huge profit for the company, you know. Should give me a nice bonus." "Sorry, son, I should have mentioned this before, but my head has been all full of this sex-business! I think you should consider a renegotiation with your employers." "Why?" "You are cutting their expenditure right now, and it's easy for you to point out the profits, you have generated. In about a year they have got used to this low expenditure on pre-fabricated parts, and your bonuses will drop drastically, or you'll have a lot of negotiation to do. You should negotiate a new deal, giving you a much higher salary and benefits, and a lot less from bonuses. I'd say, triple or quadruple your present salary. Just think it over, there's no rush." "That sounds like a good idea. I'll think it over. Right now I have a few hefty bonuses coming up. I think I'll take them first." "Good thing. As far as I can figure out, you'll have something close to a million dollars coming your way, around the first of May." "I never thought I'd get that rich, dad. I had given up on the career stuff." "I know, son, I know. And I have something even better for you, if you don't mind. We can talk about it some other day. For now I think you should prepare yourself for your homecoming. Mary is absolutely on tenterhooks. She's horny, she misses you, and she's been fiddling her cuffs and ropes all morning." "Oh, dear. That may become interesting." I closed my eyes and relaxed. Actually I managed to fall asleep for more than an hour, so I was pretty relaxed by the time we hit ground in Copenhagen Airport. From the lounge I called Mary. She was happy I was back, and she told me how much she had missed me. I promised I should try to get home a little earlier. At the office everything was in perfect order, of course. After a short lunch I visited production, to show them the valves I had bought. They were very enthusiastic about the quality, not to mention the price. Alice and Henny were quite relaxed when I returned, and we talked a little about Henny's departure. I proposed that we threw a small good-bye party in our office on Friday. The movers were coming to Henny's on Monday, and she would fly to Vancouver on Tuesday. I also paid Mr. Peterson a short visit to report on our Italian deal. He was most enthusiastic, and I used the opportunity to prepare his mind with a few ideas about my position in the company. I called Mary around three to tell her, I'd probably leave office in half an hour. "Was it a nice trip?" "Well, a bit boring, but for the company it was rewarding. How have you been?" "I've missed you. Can't wait to have you back here. See you, love." "Bye." That was all, but the tone in her voice told me a lot more. I was happy I remembered to buy her a small, red Gucci scarf at the airport. On my way home in the Toyota I decided to take on the role of a dominant husband, using his woman to his own pleasure. As soon as I rolled up our driveway, Mary opened the front door. I could not help but admiring her looks. Actually she had not changed very much physically, but these last six months had changed her attitude dramatically. She looked terribly good. A happy smile on her face, a thin, slinky dress made of some shiny, smooth material to enhance her bodily charms, and clearly showing her suspenders and stockings. It also displayed her beautiful, medium-sized breasts, which bore no evidence at all of her breastfeeding two children. "Welcome home, Sir." She could not wait till the door was closed. She threw her arms round my neck and kissed me, while she pressed her lovely body against mine. "So good to have you back." "Thank you, dear, it's good to see you. And to feel you." "You're most welcome, Sir." Once inside I gave her the little parcel with the Gucci scarf. "I hope it's the right colour." "Ooohh, thank you, dear. Yes, I think it is just the right colour for the Alfa Romeo. I'm getting quite Italian." She tied the scarf round her neck, and guided me into the living room. "Sit down, love, I'll be right back with a couple of cups of espresso." She had prepared a small tray with my favourite whisky, her own favourite brandy, and a couple of glasses. I sat down in the sofa, and I felt my cock stir when she came back from the kitchen, her lovely, rounded hips swaying in the enticing way, which only high heels can render. She poured the coffee and sat down in one of the armchairs. "Tell me, how was your trip?" "Business-wise it was a tremendous success. Personally a bit boring. You know, hotels are the same all over." "No little naughty escapades?" "None at all. How about yourself?" "No nothing. I've been busy preparing for the move. I've found a painter, who can start on Tuesday if we want. And I've had a real daydream." "Tell me." "I hope so much that we can afford it." "Now you scare me." "Sure. I should love it ever so much, if we could afford a new kitchen, Italian modern style, to go with our glass table. Our new kitchen is very big, and I'd also love for one of the kitchen-tables to be so long, that you can lay me down on it when you want to shave me." "Ha, ha. Using sex as a bait?" She laughed. "Yes." "Sure we can afford it. I have a pretty hefty bonus coming up. I have to admit that I'm all for it. The kitchen was the only room which didn't look like a million." "Hurrahhh. God, Erik, you are a wonderful husband." "I'll leave it to your good judgement to chose the right kitchen, but I want you to chose the one you like best, without any consideration to the price. Right?" She jumped out of her chair and sat down on my lap, kissing me eagerly all over my face. I slapped her round ass and looked at her sternly: "And now I want to feel some wet cunt round my cock. Get up now, strip for me and then go fetch your cuffs." "Yes, Sir!" I felt like a Pasha, sitting in my sofa while she stripped for me. She did little dancing steps in between. Her dress must have been designed with stripping in mind. It seemed like there were buttons and zippers all over, each opening up to interesting peeks to tits, belly and thighs. Her strip tease made me pretty horny and I decided for a fuck right away. Suddenly the dress seemed to fall apart all by itself. It slid down her shoulders and her body, and left her in all her glory: Naked except for stockings, garter belt, high heels and her new, red scarf. I clapped my hands. "Very impressive, very sexy! I've changed my mind. I want you to go and take out your cuffs and stay up in the bedroom. I'll finish my whisky and then I'll be with you." As she disappeared up the stairs, the high heels made her ass wriggle in the loveliest way. I kept my clothes on while I tied up her legs and her left arm. I could not help noticing, that her cuntlips were swollen and damp before I ever touched her. "Play with that whoring cunt while I get out of my clothes. I want it good and wet." There was still a little left of her old shyness, because she closed her eyes, while her hand travelled down across her belly to reach for her lips. While I got out of my shirt and tie, she circled her clit with tiny movements. "Dip a finger and tell me how it tastes." "It tastes as if I've been horny all afternoon, Sir." "Good. You know I love that musky taste. Play with it again, but you are not allowed to come. I don't want it diluted with a bath of fresh juice." "Then I'll have to do it very slowly, Sir, because I'm very, very horny, now." "Then do it slowly!" I got rid of the rest of my clothes, and then I grabbed her right hand and tied it to the headrest as well. I climbed the bed and started kissing my way down from her belly button. As I sucked little bits of her belly-skin into my mouth and bit it, she groaned, almost like the purr of a big cat, and when my tongue separated her cuntlips, she yelped. Her clit was big and hard, so I sucked it in and started shaking my head from side to side, bathing my mouth and my chin in her abundant juice. I felt her clit suddenly retract, a sure sign that her orgasm was very close. When I pulled my mouth away from her cunt she cried: "Oh, no, Erik, don't stop. Don' stop, please. I'm so close." "I know. And I want to feel you come round my cock." I shifted around and slid my cock into her, like the proverbial hot knife into butter. She was so slick and slimy. A long "aahhhhhhhh" escaped her, and she opened her eyes. I leaned down as if to kiss her. "Get your tongue out and lick your juice off my mouth and my chin. It sure tastes of a horny woman." I fucked slowly in and out of her, while her pointed tongue cleaned my face, like a little kitten would lick you. "What has my horny wife been thinking of, that could make her so horny all afternoon." "Oh, please fuck me, now. We can talk when you've fucked me." "No chance, my whore. I want you to talk while you are almost coming." "God, you nasty man. All right, I'll tell you. I thought of your big cock splitting me. I even put the dildo up there to get that feeling." "And what more did you think of." "Don't make me tell now." "I'll pull out of you immediately if you don't tell." "Oh, my God. Please don't think I'm gross. I thought of Henny, of course. And I thought I'd invite her to stay here, on her last night in Denmark, so we could fuck her, both of us. I think she'd be willing to do that. I almost came, just thinking of sucking your sperm out of her cunt. There. That's how I got so horny all day." "You really want to do that? Wouldn't you mind to watch me fuck her?" "Yes, I'd really want that, and no, I don't think I'd be jealous watching you." "All right, we'll do it, but on one condition." "What condition." "Now it's your turn not to call me gross. Before a week has passed, I want you to order a pizza and open the door, dressed like you were last time. Then I want you to take the boy into our living room and fuck him on the sofa." "Oh, my God, Erik. You're crazy." "Yes, but so are you." "Yes I am. I know. But he's just a boy, no more than 17 or 18. Do you think he'd want to fuck an old girl like me?" "Well, you told how he ogled you the last time." "He sure did. I have to admit it made me tingle all over." "OK. Have we got a deal?" "Yes. Yessss. And now FUCK MEEEE. Fuck me, fuck, fuck, fuck." So I certainly fucked her. Hard, wild, and violent. When she started coming after only a couple of minutes, she pulled her ropes so hard, the whole bed was shaking, and her spasming cunt made me come too. I collapsed on top of her, my shrinking cock still inside. When it finally plopped out of her wet hole, I rolled over on my side, looking down on her. "My God, Mary, you have become one lovely, horny whore." I placed my right hand on her smooth cunt, covering it with my palm. "I can hardly believe what we just promised each other." "Do you regret?" "Damn, no, woman. But it's the kind of fantasies that very few people get to live out." "For me they were not even fantasies, until recently. Do you really want me to fuck that pizza-boy?" "Yes I do. I want to see you seduce him and fuck him for good." I slipped a finger between her cuntlips and diddled her clit softly. "I'm sure it would make me terribly horny to watch this lovely cunt swallow a strange cock." "Oohhhh. If you play with it much more, I'll be ready to call him right now! God, you make me so crazy, Erik." "Mmmm, lovely. You make me crazy too. I'd love you to fuck him right now, but we'll have to wait, till he goes his last round just before ten o'clock." She humped her cunt eagerly against my hand. "Will you fuck me right after he has finished?" "Nothing could stop me!" "Then fuck me now. I'm so wet and filled up with your sperm. It would feel the same." Once again I slipped my cock into her. Of course she was slimy and wet and hot up there. The thought of a boy making her just as hot and slippery was so horny. She smiled at me. "Do you really think you'd enjoy it, if it was another man who had made my cunt feel this wild?" "Aaahhh, yes. I can hardly wait." "Good. I can hardly wait, either. What'll you do if I get very horny with him? Won't it make you jealous?" "Not at all. I couldn't be jealous because of a boy. Just horny." "Oh, my God. Let's do it tonight. I want to fuck him tonight. AAaaaaaa." For a split second I considered if I should pretend to come, just to save a bit of passion for later that night, but I didn't get a chance. Then and there Mary proved how really dirty fucking takes place between your ears. She threw her eyes wide open, groaned and panted, and whispered: "I'm going to fuck that boy tonight. AAaaaahhhhh, you horny bastard." She slipped into a long, violent orgasm, which I could not resist. Her cunt opened up, slippery and soaked, and her contractions milked my own orgasm out of me. With a groan I collapsed on top of her. Chapter two. I had just untied Mary, when the consistent ringing of our phone disturbed us. I reached out across Mary and took it. "Hello. Hansen speaking." "Hello, Mr. Hansen. I'm John Overgaard from Hartvig Consult. I wonder if you could spare me a few minutes of your time this late afternoon. I have a very interesting proposition for you from a major German industrial corporation." "OK, Mr. Overgaard, speak up." "I can't very well tell you much on the phone. What I had in mind was to pay you a short visit, let's say around six o'clock. All I can say here is that it should be most rewarding for you, if you'd listen to me for a few minutes." I looked at my watch. It was twenty to six. I looked at Mary and whispered: "It's some guy from a consulting firm who wants to visit us in twenty minutes. Can we get proper in time for that?" She smiled and nodded. "OK, Mr. Overgaard. Apparently you know where I live, right?" "Sure I do." "OK. Lets say six sharp. Is that all right with you?" "Sure, Mr. Hansen. See you in twenty minutes." We jumped out of bed, did a perfunctory clean up in the bathroom and got dressed at five to six. "What was all that about," Mary asked. "I haven't got the faintest idea, but he said he represented a major German industrial corporation. It might be worth the effort to give him five minutes." "Sure. Let's go downstairs. I'll prepare some coffee." At six sharp the doorbell rang. A rather large, heavyset young man was on the front steps. "Good day, Mr. Hansen. Nice of you to accept my visit on such short notice." "Come on in." I guided him into the living room. "My wife will bring us a cup of coffee." "I'll make this short, Mr. Hansen. The last few quarterly results of your company have called attention, in Germany too. It wasn't much of an effort to find the source of this sudden rise in profits." "OK. Are you here to tell me that?" "No. Of course you know that yourself. I've been approached by Siemens of Germany. They could use a man of your talents." "I'm not so sure they can. Their production is too large to benefit from what I can do. They need constant supplies of parts." "You're absolutely right, as far as their major production is concerned. But they also have a fairly large production, which is sold under different brand names." At this time Mary entered the living room with a tray of coffee and a few glasses. Overgaard stopped his narrative and looked at her. "Meet my wife, Mary. This is Mr. Overgaard." They shook hands. "You can go on, Mr. Overgaard. Mary will have to know about this anyway." "OK. As long as we keep this between us for the time being." "Sure." "Well, these productions vary very much in size and quality, and Siemens are quite sure that you are the right man for this department." "That sounds reasonable. Could I ask you how sure they are?" "Well, they are willing to make it worthwhile for you to move to Germany." "I could say that at the moment I feel it worthwhile to work in Denmark." "Sure. We know of your present arrangement, with the bonuses and all. We also know that you have about a million coming up presently. We have analysed your near future, and the bonuses you can achieve will be dwindling, as they will be compared to an already profitable situation." At this time I asked Mary to pour us some coffee, and I could also do with a whisky to clear my head. After all it was only half an hour ago that we were fucking and talking about doing it with other men or women! "I've had that in mind, Mr. Overgaard. I'll probably renegotiate my position later this year." "Siemens want me to make you this opening offer: They are willing to pay you six times your present salary. No direct bonuses on the individual trades you make, but a half percent bonus out of the department's total earnings. You'll get authority to hire your own staff, up till 5 persons. This would make you a fairly wealthy man in Germany, Mr. Hansen." I contemplated this for a moment. No doubt he was right. On a salary of this size I'd be able to live a comfortable life in Germany. On the other hand I knew that I was not terribly attracted to the German industrial culture. It is a strict hierarchy, almost a military structure. "I'm sure, you don't expect me to give you an immediate answer, Mr. Overgaard. After all, it's a very serious decision to move to another country." "We are all very well aware of that, Mr. Hansen. What we have in mind is this: If you are not at all interested, you tell me so right away. If, on the other hand, you are willing to consider our proposal, Siemens will give you three weeks to come up with a request for further negotiations. In the meantime, you are most welcome to visit the headquarters of this department, which are placed in Bielefeld. Just call and announce your arrival." "Then I'd have to say that I find your proposal most interesting. I'll have to think it over, of course, and I'll have to discuss it with my wife." "Probably also with your present employer, Mr. Hansen. Our only request in that context is, that you never mention the Siemens name. You can accept that?" "Of course, Mr. Overgaard." "Thank you, Mr. Hansen. Now, I've taken the time I asked for, so I've better get on my way." He got up from his chair and stretched out his hand towards Mary. "Good bye, Mrs. Hansen, nice meeting you. And good-bye, Mr. Hansen. I hope to hear from you in a near future." We followed him to the front door, and then we returned to the living room. "Phew, Mary. Things are really happening today, aren't they? Will you please pour me another whisky? Have a cognac yourself." "Talk about the fast lane, dear! Six times your present salary! That's a hell of a lot of money." "Sure. But if I could persuade the company to give me a rise of, say four times, I think I'd prefer to stay in Denmark." "Of course I'd prefer that, too. But if you want to go, I'll go with you, love. I'm so proud of you." She came over to sit on my lap, kissing and caressing me very lovingly. "Of course we'd have to give up the new apartment." "You know what? That apartment was your idea, all right, but I've really grown to love the thought of living there. I'd hate to give it up." "Me too." "You know what we'll do? We'll get the painter started, but we'll put the new kitchen on hold, until I've had a few discussions with some of my directors. That will give you plenty of time to search for the perfect kitchen. Right?" "Right, love. That's what we'll do." She kissed me again, and then she went back to her armchair. I leaned my head on the back of the sofa and closed my eyes. A myriad of images flashed through my mind, inspired by all the things, which had happened during the last few hours. I opened my eyes and looked at Mary. "I can hardly comprehend it all, Mary. Living the rich life here or in Bielefeld; Henny staying overnight on Monday; you fucking the pizza-boy later tonight. Some changes taking place in this house." "You know what, dear? I think we should postpone the pizza-boy a few days. Let's grab our leather jackets and have a spin in the Alfa Romeo. I read in the paper the other day that they have opened a new gourmet restaurant, on the quay opposite our new apartment. We could end up there for a nice supper. What do you think?" "Mary, my sweet rose and my gem. You get the most perfect ideas. Let's go." Chapter three. Thursday morning was sheer routine. With two secretaries taking care of business I had hardly anything to do. Just before lunch I noticed Henny talking on the phone for a rather long time. Now and again she would look at me for a short moment with a `funny' look on her face, and then she would concentrate again on the person she was talking to. When she had finished the conversation, she sent Alice off to lunch. "That was Mary. Did you know she would invite me to stay at your place Monday night?" "Yes, she mentioned it." "Do you also know about her plans?" "Not in detail, but I think I've got the general idea." She stepped up to me; unceremoniously she raised her skirt and whispered: "Feel how wet she has just made me." Her thin panties were soaked through. "Take me into the archive and fuck me. Right now! God, she is a horny woman. I can hardly wait for Monday. Come, Erik, I need you to fuck me. I need it badly." There was absolutely no finesse about it. We had hardly locked the door behind us, when she reached down, pulled off her panties, and stuffed them into her handbag. Two seconds later she was on the desk, feet behind the two supports and her cunt spread vulgarly open. "Just put it in and fuck me, Erik, I'm dying for it!" Juice glistened in the opening of her cunt, and she was her usual tight and hot self. God, that cunt was Heaven for a hard cock. She lasted only five minutes before her first orgasm hit her. Those deep groans could wake up a eunuch's cock! I stopped moving in her so I could really enjoy the violent, hot cramps up there. When she came down to earth I started fucking again, slowly for a start. "Ahhh," I mumbled, "you sure have one luscious and horny cunt. I love fucking it." "Mmmm, my cunt loves it when you do. Please, fuck me slowly a little more." "You love it this way?" "I love it, any way you fuck me! But I want to tell you something." "Go on." "You must try to hit on Alice. My intuition tells me she's a very horny woman, but she's too shy, and if you don't do anything about it, nothing will happen." "God, you are something, Henny. You are telling me I should fuck your replacement?" "MMmmm. It makes me horny to think about it! If I had any idea that she likes women, I'd take her myself. But I feel sure she doesn't." Gradually I fucked her harder and faster. "For now I'll concentrate on this horny cunt, you have wrapped round my cock." For a few minutes nothing was said. The small archive seemed filled up with our moans and groans. "Oohhh, I'm coming now," she panted. "Mary promised me she would suck my cunt when you have fucked me. You know that? God, I'm coming, I'm coming." That did it to me! I grabbed her ass and held her tight against me while I pumped my come against the bottom of her hot cunt. While my cock slowly dwindled, I reached over and grabbed a couple of tissues from the box. I pulled out of Henny, dabbed her wet cunt with one tissue and cleaned myself with the other. When I bent down to pick up my trousers I pressed a teasing kiss on her open cunt. "I may take turns with Mary on Monday. You wouldn't mind that, would you?" "That would be great." I told Henny to leave the archive through the back door and to go to the cafeteria and send Alice back to me, when her lunch break was over. I took her into my arms and kissed her, before I went back into my office. I called a few people around the company to announce our small reception at noon the next day. When Alice returned a little later, I instructed her how to order what we needed at a catering firm, we always used on such occasions. I also used the occasion to take a good look at her again. She sure was an attractive woman. Tall and slim, elegant movements, small pointed breasts, and that exotic face carried high on her slim neck. I used the relative quiet to contemplate which horny ideas I would put into her brain and body. For the time being I only introduced some nondescript warm emotions in her belly, combined with a blurred image of myself. Henny returned from her lunch, so I left in order to have a bite myself. The fast fuck with Henny had left me more horny than before, and as the cafeteria was almost empty by the time I got there, I called Mary on my cell-phone. "Hi, Mary, how are you?" "I'm fine. I just finished my chores, and right now I'm having a cup of coffee on the terrace." "Good. It was a nasty thing to call Henny this morning." "Ha, ha! And now my old man is slightly horny, eeh?" "No way slightly. Are you ready to receive some instructions yourself?" "Yes, Sir. What have you got in mind?" "I want you to dress up in something sexy but not vulgar." "I can do that in a few minutes, Sir." "Then I want you to take your car and go down to the pizza bar. Go inside and buy yourself a soda, a drink, a coffee, or whatever." "Wow. I can guess what you have in mind. You sure are horny, aren't you?" "Yes, I'm very horny. I want you to find out, if your boy is working tonight. If you get the chance, I want you to talk to himself, and ask him if he can deliver a pizza at our place as the last one on his late round tonight." "I'm not sure I'll have the courage to do that." "It's not a question of courage, Mary, it's a question of following instructions. Right?" "Yes, Sir. You really order me to do it?" "Yes I do. And I order you to call me back on this cell-phone, as soon as you have a report to deliver. You'll do that?" "Yes, I'll do it. Now it's you who are making me horny, love." "Great. I'll be waiting for your call. Bye for now." "Bye." Chapter four. I had decided to wait till next week, before I'd mention Siemen's attempt at headhunting me, but when I came back to the office Alice said: "Mr. Peterson called. He'd like to see you when you returned from lunch." "Did he leave any clue as to why he wanted to see me?" "No, not a word. Just that he'd like you to come as soon as you had finished your lunch." "OK. You two hold the fort till I come back." I had not expected my planted ideas to take action so soon, but it was the only reason I could think of, why he wanted to see me. It turned out to be quite correct. "Hello, Mr. Hansen. Please sit down." He turned round and called his secretary on the intercom. "Miss Larsen, could you please bring us a couple of cold drinks?" "Sure, Mr. Peterson." A minute later she entered the office, carrying a tray with mineral water, ice-cubes and glasses. "Thank you, Miss Larsen. Please make sure we are not disturbed, unless it's very important." "Yes, Mr. Peterson." While she left the office we poured our drinks, and as soon as the door had closed behind her, he said: "I've been thinking about your future employment in our company, Mr. Hansen. You have earned some heavy bonuses, and as far as I'm told by accounts, you have yet another very big bonus coming up." "Yes, Mr. Peterson. As far as I've been able to calculate, it will be close to a million dollars." "Right you are, Mr. Hansen. Now, I'm in no way trying to say that they are not very well deserved, because they are. You have really raised the company profits considerably. But a sum as large as that has made me wonder, if we could negotiate some other way to show our appreciation of your excellent work." "Mr. Peterson, that might very well be possible. But then I shall have to tell you of a new development, which I had planned to tell you about next week. I can see that now is the time to tell you." "What are you thinking about, Mr. Hansen?" I reached out for my glass to take a sip of water, while I quickly transferred a feeling of uncertainty to him, plus a slight fear that he might loose me. "I have been approached only yesterday by a major German industrial company. They want to hire me, and they have made me a most satisfactory offer." "Oh, dear. Damn those industrial spies." "I'm not so sure I'd call them industrial spies. They are more likely to be hackers, who can enter our computers, because they are not very well protected. At least they were able to tell me what I was earning right now, how much I had been paid in bonuses, plus the size of my bonus coming up in a couple of weeks." "Oh, my God. We shall have to do something about that immediately. Can you tell me which company it is?" "No, Mr. Peterson, I'm sorry I can't. It was a strict condition to their offer, that I didn't reveal their identity." "You said the offer was tempting. Can you reveal the nature of the offer? I mean, is it along the lines you've got here, for now, or what else did they have in mind?" I decided to give him another scare, so I flashed him something like seven times my present pay. "They are offering me a substantial multiplication of my present monthly income, plus a much smaller percentage of the total company profit. The percentage is a lot smaller, but on the other hand it is a very large company, and in kroner or Deutsche Mark it will still be quite impressive. But I want you to understand, Mr. Peterson, that on a personal level I'd much prefer to stay in Denmark, rather than moving to a new country and a new way of doing things." He still looked a little scared, but a small smile of relief crossed his face. "Mr. Hansen, in a way my own ideas have moved in that direction. Your large bonuses have called attention in a few high places in our company. What I had in mind, when I called you, was to propose a large raise in your monthly income, in return for a much lower bonus plan. I'm afraid, though, that if the Germans really want you, we shall not be able to compete with them." "It's my impression that they really want me. They feel sure, I should fit in nicely with some parts of their production." I stopped talking for a little while, just to let him stew. "I'm going to be honest with you, Mr. Peterson, although some people would say it's not very clever of me. The German offer is very tempting, and the difference between the two possibilities may become so big, that I shall have to take their offer. But like I told you: On the personal level I'd much prefer to stay in Denmark, and I'd even be willing to accept a smaller income, just to stay here." I flashed him a feeling of gratitude plus a bit of admiration, that I was so honest with him. "I certainly hope we can reach an agreement which I can bring to the board of directors." "I should have no problems accepting your idea of a higher monthly income, in return for a lower bonus arrangement." "Good, Mr. Hansen. If we can agree on the principles, it's up to us to reach an agreement on the figures. I'm a bit relieved that you can accept the principles. May I be as bold as to ask you the size of their offer?" For a short moment I was tempted to give him some higher figures. On the other hand, I'd hate for the right figures to turn up some day and kick my ass. "Once again, Mr. Peterson, I think I'll be honest with you. The consulting firm, which brought me their offer, told me that their opening offer was for a six times raise in salary, open to negotiation. He felt sure that seven times was possible. Plus, of course, the smaller bonus. What did you have in mind?" "I appreciate your honesty, Mr. Hansen, and I'll return it: I had a three times raise in mind." "Well, Mr. Peterson, I'm sure you'll understand that the difference between three times and six or seven times is much too large for me to accept." "I can see that. I might be able to get through with a four times raise." "We're still a bit too low. I'll make you a suggestion: If we go for a five times raise, we could sweeten the bonus arrangement by changing it from cash into stocks, and lower the percentage from 10 to 2." His expression of relief almost made me feel pity for him. On the other hand, my many years in the company, without any appreciation of my work, softened the pity. "You do understand, Mr. Hansen, that this is not a decision I can make myself, but if we can agree on this, right now, I shall go to the board of directors on Monday, and propose that we raise your salary five times, and lower your bonus from 10 to 2, to be paid in stocks. Can we agree on that?" Of course this meant a couple of busy days for me, as I would have to control the minds of all members of the board. On the other hand I felt quite sure I could manipulate them into accepting this. It might even be fun to let dad take over my body for a few moments, so I could visit them in their private homes. "Mr. Peterson, I think we have an agreement. We don't need anything on paper for now. I trust you to bring our agreement to the board. And I have plenty of time before I have to answer the Germans." I got up from my chair, and we shook hands on the agreement. I had trouble hiding my enthusiasm. This was even better than I had planned to accept, in order to stay in Denmark. I wanted to be alone for a moment, before I returned to Henny and Alice. The lift took me to the terrace on top of the building. A cool breeze did wonders to my well-being, and soon I wanted to tell dad what had happened. "Yes, I know. I felt some activity going out from you, so I joined the last part of your talks. Congratulations, my boy. Seems you've finally made it." "Sure. There are still a few persons I have to prepare, though, but that shouldn't prove too difficult." "No, no. You are becoming quite good at it." "I had an idea. I want you to take over my body a couple of times during the weekend. There's a couple of directors I'd like to visit in their private homes." "No problem. Just call me. By the way, now I'm here: I told you it might get even better. Do you remember?" "Yes, I remember, but I can't say I understand." "When you get your big bonus, you must make some investments. The computer business is going to run amok this autumn, especially the software business. Buy shares over the summer, spread your investments on several software companies and then follow the market. In only a year you shall earn between 400 and 500 percent, but you have to sell out in time. The bubble is going to blow up within a couple of years, and you'll want to have sold what you've got, before that happens." "Wow. I'll have that in mind when I get the payment." My cell-phone sent out a scrill ringing. "I'll have to go. I'm sure it's Mary. Bye for now, dad." "Bye, son." I have to admit that my hands were shaking a little when I pressed the button. "Hi, Mary." "Hi, Erik. How are you?" "Excited for several reasons. How are you?" "I'm at the pizza bar, having a cup of coffee." "Anything to report?" "Yes, Sir. I've done as you ordered." "And?" "Henrik will deliver a pizza at ten o'clock." "Great. Any trouble?" "Only that I was terribly embarrassed when I asked him. I had no reason to be, though. He blushed like a beetroot, and he was so eager that he could hardly say `yes'." "Now you are exciting me, wife. I appreciate that you followed my instructions. My cock is getting hard." "If you felt my panties now, it should get much harder." "I'll feel them when I get home. See you around five." "Yep. Bye for now." "Bye, dear." Chapter five. "I can't believe I'm doing this. You're crazy, you know." We were sitting at the glass table, and the kitchen clock showed five minutes to ten. Mary had dressed up in suspenders, see-through panties and a lacy bra. And stockings and high heels, of course. "Judging from the taste of your pussy and the soaked state of your panties this afternoon, you're just as crazy." "I'm all bubbles inside, Erik. If you had told me to do this a year ago, I'd have said no." "If you had said no today, I'd have tied you up on our bed and called him myself." "Oohhh. That sounds interesting, too. You'd really do that?" "We might do that some other day. For now, do you want me to hide somewhere in the house?" "I think I want you to be pretty near me; you might stay here in the kitchen. Henrik knows you are at home, because he asked, and I said yes, but that it was ok with you." "That was a very considerate thing, love. Great that it didn't scare him off." "I flashed him a bit of tit, to show that I was thinking along the same lines as he was, and there was no way he could resist." The front door bell sounded. Mary got up from her chair. She looked absolutely marvellous and a bit nervous too. "Please, kiss me to show, you really want me to go through with this." I kissed her and pushed her towards the hall. I heard a mumbled conversation and then the front door closed. Mary entered the kitchen, followed by Henrik who carried a pizza-box. He looked all red-faced and insecure while he placed the box on the kitchen table. "Erik, meet Henrik." I got up and shook hands with him. "How nice of you to deliver at this time of the evening. My wife was very eager to have you bring it. Feel at home." Mary went up close to him and put her hand on his arm. "I've placed a couple of cold drinks in the living-room. You don't have to leave at once, do you?" "No, ma'am. Yours was my last delivery tonight." "Good. Henrik, you must promise me to keep this a secret. I mean, that I receive you dressed like this. Can you promise never to tell anybody?" "Oh, yes, ma'am, I'll never tell." I used my mind control on the poor, nervous young man. I ordered him not to take any notice of me and to give in to any wish that Mary might have. Meanwhile Mary, still with her hand on his arm, guided him into the living room and placed him in the sofa, right beside her. I put the pizza into the fridge, and then I turned off the light in the kitchen and sat down on a chair by the glass table. Mary had lit a few candles in the living room. When they had talked a little and sipped from their drinks, she reached over and dimmed the electric light. The distance was too big to allow me to hear their conversation, as long as they talked with low voices. But I heard Mary say: "You're not afraid of me, are you?" "No." "You know, I put this on so you could touch me if you wanted." I couldn't hear any answer, but I saw Mary take one of his hands and place it on her thigh. That was all it took. Henrik turned towards her and brought his other hand up to touch her face. Mary leaned in and kissed him, while her right hand sought out his cock. The hand between her thighs crept upwards towards her cunt, and she shivered as he reached it. Suddenly she disentangled herself and kneeled on the floor in front of him. With deft hands she unbuckled his belt, and I saw him raise his hips to help her get his pants off. She lifted her head and mumbled something before she lowered her mouth to his cock. I watched as he closed his eyes for a moment. Then his hands fumbled a little on her back, and soon her bra was off. It was terribly exciting to watch her from a distance, and my cock was very hard. It was even more exciting when she got up from the floor, pulled down her panties, dragged his hips to the edge of the sofa and straddled him. She fumbled a little between them, and I could almost feel the electricity, as she slowly lowered herself on to his cock. When she grabbed the back of the sofa and smothered his face with her breasts, I simply had to get closer. Henrik couldn't see me, but I certainly could see his cock disappear into Mary's lovely cunt, and it was glistening from her juice as she moved up and down on it. God, I knew how that boy must feel at that moment. He did not last very long. Suddenly he groaned and gasped, and I watched his legs shake and his cock move, as he pumped a load up into my wife. Mary kept moving up and down while he was coming, and a trail of white come seeped out of her. "Oh, I'm so sorry it was too fast." "Take it easy, Henrik. This is your first time, isn't it?" "Yes it is." "You just stay where you are. I promise you, you'll be ready before long." She leaned back a little and removed her hands from the back of the sofa. Instead she cradled his head and bent down to kiss him. "Give me your hands. You haven't played with my breasts, yet. Don't you like them?" She moved his hands up to hold them. "Oh, they are so beautiful. Yes, I like them very much. Can I kiss them?" "Of course you can. Kiss them and suck the nipples, they like that." While he was busy with her breasts she rocked her hips back and forth, and I could almost feel how his cock must be stirring her wet honey-pot. "You see, Henrik, you are almost ready again. I knew you could do it. But this time I want you to fuck me. Right?" With a slurping sound she lifted her cunt off his cock, which was left standing proudly up from his lap. I sent Henrik a message that he should go on and not care that I was there. I simply could not make myself hide in the kitchen again. When Mary climbed off the sofa and turned round, she saw me for the first time. She smiled at me with stars in her eyes. "Did you like it?" "It was lovely." "I should hope so, because we are going to do it again, aren't we, Henrik?" She took his hand and pulled him up from the sofa. He looked a little ridiculous with his pants around his heels, but soon he got rid of them. "This time I'm going to lie on the sofa." God, she looked wonderful as she lay down with one leg bent and the other hanging down on the floor, leaving her wet cunt open to view. With a horny smile on her lips she reached her arms up towards the boy. "Come, Henrik, I'm ready for you. Maybe Erik will sit on the floor beside us and help you inside me." He looked questioningly at me. "Do it, boy. She's ready for you." He mounted the sofa between her lovely legs, and as he lowered himself on her, I grabbed his cock, which was still slimy from their first fuck, and placed it at my wife's gate to Heaven. With a deep sigh he buried himself in her. Mary turned her head to look at me. She licked her lips in a most provocative way before she threw her arms round his shoulders and lifted her head to kiss him savagely. "Oh, my God, this is good. Now fuck me, Henrik. Fuck me real good and hard. Hell, I need to come now." He fucked her with all the enthusiasm of youth. Hard and fast. Mary's breasts were slipping around on her ribcage, and she had closed her eyes in sheer bliss. She reached out a hand towards me, and when I grabbed it, she held on to me, as if it was for her life. I was a turmoil of the most lecherous feelings. Apart from what I had seen in Milano, this was the first time I saw other people doing it. And one of them was my wife, really enjoying herself! She panted and groaned, and when the well-known signs of her approaching orgasm showed up on her cheeks and her chest, I was severely tempted to pull out my own cock and rub it. When Mary started yelling `yesss' and `oohhh, my God' I knew exactly how Henrik must feel; her humping and squeezing would make a septurgentian come, let alone a teenager! The last thirty seconds were a blur, Mary coming most of the time and Henrik fucking her faster and faster, until he also roared a `yess' and collapsed on top of her. The ensuing quiet was almost unnatural. Mary caressed the back of his head with one hand and his back and his shoulders with the other. Finally she broke the silence: "This was lovely, Henrik. Did you like it?" "Oh, yes. Yes. I just can't believe how great you are." "Well, you're not so bad, boy. But now you've better get dressed again, or you'll want to have another go." She kissed him, and then she pushed his shoulders to signal that she wanted him to get off. While Henrik dressed, Mary sat up in the sofa. "Will you take Henrik to the door?" "Sure. Come, Henrik, I'll follow you out." "You're sure you're not angry, Sir?" "No, of course I'm not. If we want to do it again some other time, I may even call you, now that I know your name is Henrik. Would you like that?" "Oh, yes, I'd love it." "That's fine. Bye for now, Henrik." "Bye." When I returned to the living room Mary was lying on the sofa again, but this time she had her left leg up on the back of the sofa, and her right leg was slumped down on the floor. Her cunt was spread wide open, and I could see white come seeping out of her, down on a towel she must have fetched from the kitchen. "How did my lecherous husband like to watch his wife? Was I good?" "God, you were perfect, Mary. I'm terribly horny, and I can't wait to get my cock into you." "Get your clothes off, then. I want to do something I've thought of since you told me, you wanted me to fuck him." While I undressed, she used her right hand to scoop up some of their mixed juices and spread it on her thighs and belly. The smile on her lips was unbelievably horny. "Come here, kiss my nipples." As I knelt on the floor beside her, she smeared some of that combined juice on her breasts and groaned: "Lick them now, and tell me how it tastes! If you like it, I want you to lick my pussy, too!" I had eaten my own come out of Henny a couple of times, so the idea of it was not strange to me. I pretended to be a little reluctant, but once I got my lips on her slimy nipples I could not hide my enthusiasm. I sucked them, I licked off all the juice she had spread on her breasts, and I reached down and diddled her sloppy cunt. "Do you like it?" "God, you taste and smell like a whore. It's great, I have to admit." "Good. Now my pussy! You wanted me to fuck him; you clean it out!" She swung her legs round, till she was halfway sitting in the sofa, her ass on the edge and her legs spread wide, feet on the floor. She let out a loud scream of passion when my mouth reached her cunt. I sucked and licked, and I loved it. Her cunt was so wet and horny, and the thought that the boy had fucked it twice, was so good. Her heavy panting and rhythmic groans showed me that her orgasm was close. I quickly moved up to kiss her. "You've got to taste it too, you whore. Do YOU like it?" While I slipped my cock into her hot cunt, she licked my teeth and my tongue eagerly, sniffing the smell of that pungent mix. "Ohhhhh, Erik, I'm going to come. Fuck me. Fuck my whoring cunt. Yesssss. I love to be a whore. I love to smell and taste like this. AAaaaahhhhh, Oh, God, yours is the second cock to give me my second orgasm. I'm commmmiiiiinnngg ! !" She grabbed my hips and pulled me harder into her. I don't think I ever saw her come that violently. For nearly two minutes she screamed and humped and groaned against me, and she didn't stop until I had emptied myself, just as violently, into her. I slipped out of her and sat down on the floor, resting my head on her left thigh. She looked wonderfully used. Dried sperm and juice showed up as little white flakes all over her upper thighs, her naked mons and her flat, lovely belly, and my fresh load slowly seeped out of her. At that moment I thought it was over, but then she threw her killer-blow. Her right hand was suddenly there, pushing a finger between her battered lips. "I'm so wicked, Erik. I love it. I've had two cocks up there. Now I want to use your three loads to masturbate in. Look at me, and tell me if I'm the whore you want." She slid her index finger and her long finger down between her lips to squeeze her clit, and then she began masturbating, up and down, up and down, sometimes fishing out yet another glob of mixed juices for lubrication. "Aahhh, this is good. If you really want me to be so whorish, you can show it. Rub your cock as you watch me, and when you come spurt it on my hand and my hungry cunt." I got back up on my knees and began masturbating. She was an incredibly horny sight, and once again I only needed the image of Henrik between her beautiful thighs to bring me to the edge. "Aaaaa, Mary, I'm coming. I'll spurt it all over your horny, boy-fucking cunt. I loved to watch you fuck him. You're such a whore." With a yell I spurted three long strands of sperm on her fingers and her cunt, which triggered her. She just moaned, while I watched the convulsions of her pretty belly. We both collapsed after that, and for a while not a word was spoken. When I finally got up from the floor I pulled her out of the sofa, and for a while we hugged and pressed our bodies together. "I love you so much, Mary." "And I love you, more than ever." "I want you in bed, just as you are. No showering. I want those crazy smells in my nose when I fall asleep." The inevitable pillow talk revealed how exciting it had been for both of us, and we both gave promises, that this was not the last time. May be continued......... _________________________________________________________________ Få Hotmail på mobilen http://www.msn.dk/mobile -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+