Extending the MILF List Ch. 11

We three seemed to be all tapped into the same frequency.

"Mr. Duncan, please, I am a respectable gay man with appreciation in the same proportion as my self control. You are quite safe with me, though I admit you are a tasty little tidbit if you ever get bi-curious."

"Best I can be is bye-bye curious." I muttered, not really intending to speak but doing so despite myself.

Mr. Unctuous burst out laughing clapped his dainty hands. "Oh my, you are a rare one, Mr. Duncan." He chortled.

Travers, I couldn't help it, I looked at him and he looked like he'd bit down on a candy bar and discovered it was actually a dog turd.

I slipped my arms around Alissa and stroked her belly before cupping her breasts. She turned in my arms and began to unfasten my belt. I was hard as calculus by then but Alissa had no difficulty in uncovering me. For a moment I thought she'd drop down and suck me but she merely shucked down pants and briefs and turned around. She lay over the desk and arched her ass, propping her body up on her elbows, letting her breast dangle in front of her. Shoulders and ass formed a noble black arch of sensuous woman.

I shuffled behind her and felt between her legs. She hummed as I stroked her damp pussy lips. She twitched when I slipped a finger inside of her. She hissed as I massaged her till I felt a fresh gout of fluid emerge from her depths. I moved closer, presented my cock to her and pushed against her. She arched her hips and waited. I pushed harder and she opened and let me inside.

I slid into her.

Alissa groaned her head dropped between her arms but her body rocked back, pushing her onto my cock. I gripped her hips and pulled. Alissa slid onto my cock like a stocking cap on a bedpost.

"Oh god, Mrs. Honeywell, god, goddamn, you are an incredible woman."

"Don't over do it, Sonny." She whispered. "Just fuck me, take me, mount me like you usually do."

I almost smacked her. I decided I'd had enough of Sonny-the-applicant. I gripped her by the waist and rammed into her. She grunted. I pulled back and rammed into her again. This time I pulled her back as I thrust forward. My cock struck deep into her and she groaned. Rooted in her, I stirred my cock around a little and then pulled free and did it all again, finally settling into a regular motion. Pulling back and then slapping us together.

The close little office, well, not so little, it quickly became redolent with eau d'Alissa. That made it seem small, even cramped. I had an idea, the product of a wild desire that she could actually come while I fucked her. I knew how to get there.

I pulled out of her and her head came up. I slapped her ass and she immediately dropped her head, groaning from her liver outward. I slapped her ass over and over again while she hummed and finally groaned. My hand burned but I persisted. Finally, she switched her ass back and forth and I thought I had achieved ignition. I felt between her legs and she moaned softly. I reentered her and she grunted.

I launched immediately into a rambunctious rhythm and in moments she began to rock with me, her head down, elbows still staked onto the desk top. In and out of her pussy I pumped and at one point, I stopped to grind into her and she groaned deeply, sagged down onto the desk, pressing her tits onto it and grabbed the side and the near edge, bracing to receive what she desired. I hammered into her and when she groaned her hips finally began to move.

I had been so focused on stimulating her, I had honestly not paid attention to my poor little dick. He was howling at the moon and suddenly, the climax rose up like a shadow in the night. It fell on me and I pumped into Alissa grinding us together. I lost track of her pleasure and so her scream surprised me. For a moment I thought sure she was faking it but then she ground back at me and her whole body bucked under me. She fastened onto my cock with her velvet glove. I had fast hold of her hips and she fought me, trying to move without me. I kept hold of her and pulled us together.

Just as my climax peaked and while Alissa was still in the throes, the office door opened.

"Oh, oh my goodness!" Natasha Rossini said into the damp atmosphere.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Alissa managed, her head bobbing as the climax convulsed her.

My eyes were watering. I took time to wipe them with the tail of my oxford shirt. No idea what that meant.

"Alissa? Oh my god, Sonny, what are you doing? That's him, the, the guy from the other day!"

"How much are they paying you!" Travers shouted. "Goddamn you, bitch, tell the truth. This is a setup! You are going to ruin me."

"You deserve to be ruined you goat fucking lard ass." Natasha shot back. "Who are you?"

"I am Mr. Hassum Amir." Mr. Unctuous said immediately.

Hey, I thought. What about me?

"Natasha Rossini. What is this about?"

"Mr. Travers insists that Mr. Duncan here raped a strange woman. You, my dear, are that woman. He managed to take a picture of you while you were being mounted and sought to use it as proof of Mr. Duncan's transgression. I am afraid we must ask you to have sex with him again, just so there are no misunderstandings. You have come here of your own free will and we expect you to come by your own choice, if possible." Mr. Amir spoke with an air of satisfaction.

Natasha looked chagrined. "Buddy, I don't know what is going on, but I have come twenty times with my husband in the last two days, because of this man. He," here she grinned like she'd just won a mink coat at a raffle," he teased me after, after he fucked me in this asshole's room, teased me to the point that I was ready to come if a fly tickled my nose. I am sorry to say that if I can come again, now, it would be a fucking miracle."

"So to speak." Mr. Amir said with a smirk.

Natasha nodded. "So to speak."

I took that moment to pull out of Alissa's drooling pussy.

Natasha looked over at me and then back at Hassum. She started to say something but then shook her head. She put her purse on the chair where I had been sitting, and took off her coat. She got to her knees and gestured me close.

With my pants around my ankles, I took what steps I could to obey her. Finally she met me half way, licked my flagging cock and sucked it clean before pulling it deep into her mouth. My lagging cock proved no laggard but rose up and filled her mouth and throat till she pulled off of it.

She stood up and gave Alissa a little push.

Alissa lifted her head and struggled up right, then wobbled to her chair and sat down, grabbing her clothing in one hand first.

Natasha looked at me as she lifted her skirt facing me. "I am swampy with cum, Sonny but you can fuck me. I didn't take time to clean up." She hitched her ass onto the desk, eyes fixed on me. I thought I saw a gleam in them.

I shrugged. She opened her knees and I moved between them. I crouched, pointed my cock at her pussy and thrust into her. She grunted. Her body welcomed me and I slid down the red carpet into her.

"Oh fuck me, Sonny. What do I know. I, I'll come I swear it, if you, don't, don't, don't stop!" She seemed immediately aroused. I guess two or three days of foreplay can make a real difference. I leaned into her and tried to kiss her. She pushed me away.

"Fuck me, Sonny. God, please, I, I cannot believe it. I never would have believed, never thought I'd, I'd feel this so fast, so easily, so quick! God, please! We'll kiss after I come." She sat back on her hands and lifted both feet off the floor. She popped me on the thighs with both heels. I grabbed her by the thighs and lifted. She tipped onto her back and lay looking up at me over the berm of her covered tits. I thrust into her, hammering through the slush. She splashed us as I rammed home, like dropping a shot glass into a boilermaker. She splashed as I thrust into her.

"Oh my god!" Natasha flopped back onto the desk. Her hips bucked at me and she writhed. Her hands flailed out, bumping Travers before she found the edge of the desk. "Fuck me, Sonny!" She cried.

I did. She came immediately. I felt like I was trying to board a moving train wearing roller skates. She was so far ahead of me, what I did, did not matter. I pumped into her and she came again. She thrashed, she shook, she bucked. When she calmed, I looked at Mr. Amir.

He sat staring at us.

"My god, its true." He whispered. "Sid, he told us he thought it was true but god, I thought it was hyperbole. I never imagined. She, she came immediately."

I stopped fucking Natasha. She lay on the desk panting. One hand released the desk and began massaging a breast through dress and bra.

"Ah, excuse me madam, you know this fellow? I mean for the record?"

Natasha sat up, onto her elbows only. She rocked onto one and tapped the collar around her neck. "He owns me. He told me to fuck my husband. I did and, I, I..." her words turned to gasps, her panting caught up to her because I had resumed fucking her and she lost her place in the script. I did it just to see if it would work, not really thinking it might not be the best approach. It worked wonderfully.

Mr. Amir looked around and then shook his head. "Enough. I must be going. Young man, we will be in touch." He looked around at Rector Travers. "Mr. Travers, if you want to do business with us, you will turn your daughter and wife over to this man. Twice each. If they wish to continue fucking him, you will be silent about it, endure it, if you want to continue doing business with my employer or indeed his many associates. Or you can surrender your half-billion contract and we will rebid it. Your choice. Come with me. I think you have gotten your money's worth. Let me be clear, if I or any of my associates hear of you making yourself obnoxious to Mrs. Honeywell again, you will be fucking your hand with a Vienna sausage and not that wiener you call a prick. Do you understand me? I know serious people who think letting blood is part of a normal day. Let's go."

With that, they rose up, gathering up coats and Travers preceded Amir out the door. Amir stopped at the door.

"Oh. Mr. Duncan. We are going to have your apartment wired with cameras. Once that is done, we will forward you a list of applicants and how to make contact with them. Through Mrs. Honeywell. It has been a pleasure meeting you, sir, but I must be going. Carry on!"

With that, he closed the door and there I stood, my cock still hard and stuck into Natasha Rossini. I pulled out of her and shuffled back so I could bend over and pull up my pants without sticking my nose into her pussy.

"God, Tasha, I am so sorry about this. I, I hope this doesn't get you in trouble with your husband. I mean, I never thought..."

She struggled to sit up on the edge of the desk. She grinned a lopsided smile. "I told him about the collar. I told him, if he wanted a piece of Tasha, he was going to have to share. But only if you shared me. I, well, I didn't tell him precisely who you were but just that I had found another cock, one that was attached to a real man who could satisfy me. Fucking Joey loves a challenge. I must say, that particular gambit has worked out pretty well."

"So?" I asked, tucking in my shirt and buttoning my pants up.

"So what?"

"Are you guys staying together?"

She laughed and shrugged. "We haven't gotten around to discussing it. It is sleep, fuck, and eat and I always tell myself never make decisions with my bra on the floor. Well, not always, okay not much, only this time. I just told myself that whatever happened, if I did not have my bra on, I wasn't committing to anything to anyone. So far so good."

I wanted to commiserate and discuss her situation but Natasha had no interest in sticking around. She got off the desk, righted her attire and left us without another word. Well, she stopped at the door too and looked back at me and semi-nude Alissa. "Off to fuck my husband. Not so bad once I get used to it. I'll call you when I know something." The door thumped closed behind her.

I stood blinking and looked around at Alissa. She sat as though in a daze in her chair. Finally she looked up at me, her eyes not wanting to move together, which made her seem that much more crazed.

"What?" She asked.

"Are we done?"

She nodded.

A funny exchange given the silver band of platinum around her neck. I stood up and my phone rang. Now I did not think that standing up made my phone ring. The timing was curious, though.

"Hello?"

"Oh sweet man, I just called to tell you that you have made quite an impression on me. I wanted to apologize if you felt like I was flirting with you. You are delish but I know that you are not ambidextrous."

Hassum. "You mean I just pitch and don't catch?"

The gay man laughed and laughed. "No. I mean you only bat from one side of the plate."

"Oh." I felt stupid. That should have been obvious.

"I am not one of these gay fellows who find watching heterosexual copulation repulsive. I, well, that is off the subject. I wanted to tell you that we want you to begin thinking about how to manage the interview process for us."

"For the lay down assistant, you mean?" I blurted. I felt how blunt and unvarnished that question was and wanted it back. Hassum had this way about him that made you not want to earn his ire or his contempt. For me, that inclination was wrapped up in the constant need to tamp down the urge to laugh at him because he just always struck me as funny. That first meeting and every time thereafter, he made me want to giggle at him and I mean at him. Not with him. He was so airily gay, so unaffected in his affectations, I always want to laugh when I talked to him. It makes me seem really tense around him and I think that makes him nervous or, or maybe embarrassed somehow but he does seem to enjoy it.

Hassum had been silent while my mind wondered. When he spoke he was somber. "That is a poor turn of the phrase, my boy. I would suggest you find some other term for our little arrangement" Then he chortled a little. "Descriptive as it is, it is undignified and as you would find, should you ever meet our client, which you won't, I assure you, he would not be amused by such a description of his, uh, employment practices. You are a bit crass, aren't you my boy?"

I shrugged. Laughed at myself, "I may be an acquired taste, to be sure."

"To business. We, I have just spoken with our client and he insists that you buy a car."

"Easy for him to say. I have no income. I am just a poor student." I hesitated, about to be crass again and decided my spots were my spots. "I am pussy rich but find it crass to try turning that wealth into financial gain."

Hassum guffawed like a donkey. "Oh Mr. Duncan, please, you bring me to tears." He sobered, the burbling good cheer flattened. "Mr. Duncan, we will make it possible for you to afford a car. We, we think that the apartment you have acquired for the short term will be a fine place for your interviews, but, you need to have it well wired with cameras. We will want to review your interviews."

"You mean you want to watch me fucking the women you want me to interview?"

"Precisely. Can you fuck with a camera pointed at your ass?"

I thought about that. "I fucked pretty good with you watching, though I might have lost the inclination if you had stood up."

Hassum laughed again.

He may have thought it was funny but I was fucking serious. After a few moments of his laughter, I realized why he must have thought it was funny and I felt better. He thought it was so utterly unlikely that he would have stood up and attempted to intrude in my little sexual interlude, he could laugh it off the same as suggesting he wanted a pink pony for Christmas.

"We will be in contact with Mrs. Honeywell. But that is why I called. To be honest, Mr. Kingston's approach to business has always fascinated my client but for reasons I won't go into, he has not been willing or able to put his business associates in the same position Mr. Kingston does."

"You mean on their backs?"

"Yes. Exactly. You don't cotton to elliptical expressions do you? No matter. That can be relaxing once the shock wears off, like that first plunge into the cold ocean. The reason I mention Mr. Kingston's penchant for putting his cock into the mistresses of his associates is that our client has instructed me to place Mr. Traver's wife and daughter within your orbit with the hope that you would do him the service and seduce them both. We have threatened Mr. Travers with such a seduction and our client is not prone to bluffing, an aspect of his character that Mr. Travers seems to have mistaken for naivete or vulnerable simplicity. But we must confess to you that Mr. Traver's daughter has much to recommend her for this position. So, sometime in the near future, both mother and daughter will be in your environs and I will contact you with a strong suggestion that you interview them both."

"Interview? You mean fuck?"

"Why yes, we rather hoped that you would do that for us."

"I am sure you are indebted to me for relieving you of that endeavor. Together?"

Hassum laughed again. He seemed positively jovial. "Oh Mr. Duncan, you are a joy. You are asking if you get to have the mother and the daughter together?"

"Yes. Wasn't that clear?"

"Oh my, I, I never considered that but I suppose, no, I suspect that our client would find that rather intriguing. I would not suggest we propose that but let it be a little Easter egg tucked into the video when he reviews it, hmmm? Since I have no idea if the two women in question would be amenable to such an arrangement," he made a curious sound, like a cross between hawking up a looie and sucking on...something. "I will leave that up to you. The wife, in this case, is punitive. The daughter, that is acquisitive and by that I mean she, she has been in our client's mind for this position, to interview for this position for sometime. She is an extraordinary young woman, very accomplished. Our reservation was Mr. Travers himself but you seemed to have positioned him to our purposes perfectly, which I assure you we will appreciate. Now that it appears we can penalize him with this use of his daughter, well, we will. If, if you can interview her, that would be most gratifying to our client."

"Our client? Just exactly what do you mean by that?"

"You have a client, my boy. Your retainer will be paid soonest. This is a business relationship for which you will be well paid. Besides the salubrious nature of your business, what we are purchasing is your absolute discretion. Absolute! You understand?" Hassum's voice lost every last puff of its swish. His tone was knife-edge hard.

"Of course. I, I am not big on secrets, though. Perhaps I am not the right guy for this."

Hassum's silence echoed, which makes no sense.

I think it may have been the throbbing of my blood in my ears.

"Yes, perhaps but Mr. Duncan, that is why I am the intermediary. I, we recognize that part of your charm is your guilelessness. We will defend ourselves with a fence of ignorance. Yours. You will know Hassum and that is all."

I thought about that for a minute. "I, do you want me to recruit for the position? I mean, find girls to film for the interview?"

Hassum chewed that over for a moment but answered decisively. "If you like, of course you may. But of course you must understand that such activity on your part will be a simple matter of exposing your own approach to the situation, revealing more about you than any likelihood that you could introduce anyone of sufficient qualifications that our client would be interested in them. You understand this, correct?"

I thought about that for a minute. I sat down.

Alissa had been staring at me, curious but reserved in her interest in my side of this conversation.