Henry popped one of those throbbing nipples back into his mouth and began mauling that hunk of flesh. Felice Surret's lips slaved away up and down the length of his pole while Betty Miller and Rose Marie Todino tore off his five-hundred-dollar suit and equally expensive accessories.
"I'm glad you appreciate our kind of extra special care," Jack teased, content with Jane sucking his cock and balls and Roberta Barbash ripping off his clothing.
All the women had stripped down to panties, stocking and high heels. Except for the sexy shoes each girl wore, their scant clothing had been manufactured by Stafford's company. The fashion show had been Jack's idea.
This business meeting was taking place in a special conference room on the top floor of the mid-town skyscraper. It was an elaborately furnished apartment, complete with a fully stocked bar, sauna, any drug that anyone could wish for and a mirrored bedroom featuring a king-sized waterbed.
But the nicest thing about that conference room was that it sat atop a building full of the wildest-looking chicks in all of New York. For hot-wet cunt, there was no beating a big-time advertising agency. Jack and the other executives at D.D.O. believed in hiring worn on the basis of their fuckability. Dried-up old biddies were kept locked-up, out of sight. They were the ones that did all the work around the office, while their sexy co-workers hung around the water cooler, getting their firm asses pinched and their fat tits squeezed.
The lights had been turned off, except for those burning above the table covered with contracts. With all the fucking and sucking going on, Jack Taylor had to concentrate to keep things in perspective. Nothing was as important as getting those papers signed, he kept telling himself, lifting his ass off the couch to push his dick deeper and deeper into Jane's hungry mouth.
"One of you sluts should take care of my whole," Henry said. "Betty," he told the stunning black woman, "you look like you could get into some wild ass-sucking fun, tramp! Crawl around here, baby," he told her, wiling up onto one hip, "and get that shit-sucking mouth of yours ready for a hard-working night!"
"Sure thing, sweetheart," the black bitch said, pulling Henry's pants off as she stood up.
Suzy Phillips kept her fat tits within sucking range of Henry's mouth as he shifted his weight to allow Betty into the deep crack of his sweating ass. Suzy had the best tits in the entire company, and the client hadn't overlooked those special assets.
Jack could sense that Henry was getting very close to shooting his load down Felice's burning mouth. He could see the insistence of the old man's hips shoving that thick tool deeper and deeper. The young, ambitious executive knew that the moment was at hand to get those important contracts sited, sealed and delivered.
"While you're up, baby," Jack told Betty, "get those papers over there on the table. Business before pleasure," he added, smiling over to Henry.
"I get your meaning, Jacky boy," Henry chuckled good-naturedly, keeping his eyes trained on Betty's black, sexy ass. "Business before pleasure," he continued, staring into the dark crack of her ass, seeing easily through the thin nylon bikini.
Betty knew just what to do. She didn't have to look over her shoulder to see where the old bastard's eyes were focused. She could feel the warmth of his gaze on her bouncing bottom, as she retrieved the contracts. She wasn't stupid. She knew she was swinging her cunt for the good of the company, and knew that the company would thank her the usual way. Betty knew that her paycheck at the end of the week would be one thousand dollars fatter.
"I'm looking forward to the taste of your asshole, baby," Betty cooed, returning to the sofa with the most important contracts from the table.
"I hope you'll let me get my tongue nice and deep up your shitbox, sugar," the black tramp whispered, handing Henry the pen.
"Here's a nice desk, honey," Suzy giggled, offering her thrusting boobs to Mr. Stafford.
"I haven't had a better offer all day," Henry laughed.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Felice teased, puffing her face out of his crotch for a moment. "Wasn't my offer to swallow up a full load of your cum anything but a piece of shit?"
"Don't be silly, you little whore," Henry laughed, reaching down and pushing her face back onto his throbbing shaft of red-hot cockmeat.
But Henry knew that the sooner he signed those papers and got business over with, the quicker he could get down to the important things in life. Like ramming his cock up some of those cute chicks' asses and down some of their tight, hungry throats. Md he wasn't about to overlook the sweetness of their well-fucked pussies.
Everyone in the room laughed when Stafford took Suzy up on her offer. They only knew that her tits were big and firm enough to use as a desk. The back page of the contact got wet from his own saliva which covered those big globes of juicy flesh. He had a little trouble writing over her throbbingly hard nipples, but with extra effort Henry was able to manage.
Jack was only half joining in on the fun. He actually kept a careful eye on the signing, making sure Stafford didn't fuck anything up. Except for the girls, he mused to himself. Jack Taylor didn't get to be a partner in the agency by leading his mind around by his horny prick.
"Now that all of that shit is out of the way, let's have some fun," Rose Marie announced, pushing her panties into a tight strip around her thighs.
Henry hadn't really noticed the short, sexy Italian bitch that had helped strip him down. But the tight asshole she was bending over to show off really caught his attention. The way Rose Marie wiggled that saucy bottom showed Henry that she knew what a well-built ass was good for.
"Now that business is done with, let's get down to some hard fucking!" Henry announced, dropping the signed contracts to floor and wrapping a meaty hand around Rose Marie's hips.
Jack swooped down, scooped up the papers and had them safely tucked away before anyone had seen him. Not until those contracts were locked up did he allow himself to really relax and enjoy one of the delightful fringe benefits of his job.
"Get that mouth of yours out of the way," Henry screamed down to Felice, knocking her out of the way as he made room for Rose Marie's ready-to-be-fucked hole.
Felice didn't like being pushed aside. Before all that crap about getting those papers signed, she knew that his dick was just about ready to fire, filling her quivering belly with his boiling cum.
Felice wasn't as ambitious as her friends. Of course she enjoyed the boost to her paycheck, but she was genuinely there for the fucking. That slut couldn't think of a better way to pass the time than taking a load of cum-juice in her wild, thrashing body. She didn't care if her stud used her mouth, cunt or asshole, as long as he used her good and hard.
Jack smiled as he saw the pout on Felice's face. It was obvious that Henry wanted Rose Marie's cute bottom. The handsome executive also knew that Felice was there for the fucking, and it was a good idea to keep her happy.
"Get the fuck over here, tramp!" Jack called out, reaching across the room towards her sweating, naked tits.
Jane Holmes listened to her boss' words, and hoped that her friend Felice would be ordered to Jack's cock. At the age of forty-three, Jane had just about sucked and fucked all the horny cocks she had any interest in. Those years had paid off well for Jane Holmes. She had a bank account almost as big as her dick-hungry pussy.
But Jack was perfectly happy with the job his senior whore was doing on his cock. And he appreciated. Felice's talents. He knew how much the bitch would like getting her twat sucked inside out. Jack was sure he was just the stud for the job.
"Let's go, honey-cunt. Lie down up here," Jack told her, motioning for Felice to get herself comfortable and ready for a tongue-lashing.