Alphia Corporation

Only a few hours later, even before the Board met to vote on it, the Chairman had already put the new policy into place.

During the phone call with the Chairman, the grin that had crossed Steve Borges' face made him look like the Cheshire Cat.

"Oh, I can definitely do that," he had assured his ultimate boss. "We should have done this months ago."

Now it was after hours at Alphia Corporation, and he was in his office awaiting the weekly sales report from the prim and pretty Nancy Owens. Mrs. Owens, still oblivious to the changes in The Arrangement, was in his office before him, going through the powerpoint of spreadsheets and contract documents, thrown up on the wall of his office from her laptop computer.

"Now as you can see from page two of the sales report, Mr. Borges, the last month our sales of the marketing/accounting software to which everything is bundled exceeded expectations. The reason for this was I instituted a different bonus structure for the sales force for the sale of maintenance agreements. I realized last quarter when I crunched all the numbers that we had an easy upsell of product whenever we closed a maintenance deal," Mrs. Owens told her boss.

Mr. Borges was seated behind his desk, his feet up, the early evening sunset giving the room an unearthly glow. He was glancing occasionally at the Power Point presentation, and at the printed report that Nancy had given to him at the start of the meeting but most of his attention was on his very pretty and delightfully anxious junior sales executive.

"I love the prim and proper pretty brunettes," he said to himself.

"Hmmmm," he said. "Changes to the bonus structure is supposed to go through channels, but I very much like you taking this on your own, thinking it through and just doing it."

He gazed at the diminutive Nancy Owens, taking in her business skirt and blouse, nylons and heels and her glasses. Her long brunette hair was pulled up in a bun that set off her fine features. He frowned at her feet.

"I prefer the stilettos from last week," he said, nodding at her heels. "I am sure that these are more comfortable and business-like, but stilettos always for me. They are much more slutty. Understood?"

Nancy blanched slightly, and shifted a little from where she stood before his desk in the middle of his room before the large screen on which she had put the first slide of her power point presentation.

She cleared her throat nervously. "O - Okay sir."

Mr. Borges nodded pleasantly. "Please continue. I am impressed with your work here." He nodded at the screen and picked up her written report.

"Thank you," Nancy said, looking pleased. "And the point of this next page, is to demonstrate our projections for ...".

"I'm sorry to interrupt Mrs. Owens, but would you kindly take off your suit jacket and do a slow spin for me?" Mr. Borges asked in a pleasant voice, but one that clearly allowed no response but compliance.

Nancy Owens' eyes went wide for a moment, but she put down the report and pointer and slid her jacket off. Trying to avoid his eye, she commenced her turn, her slight and lovely feminine figure more clearly revealed with the removal of her suit jacket.

She picked up the pointer and turned back to the screen, very aware that Mr. Borges was gazing at her legs and her hips displayed in her black pencil skirt, her slender waist rising to her chest where her small breasts fetchingly bulged her blouse. She reddened slightly and tried to get her mind back on her work.

Mr. Borges smiled happily. "You are just a delight!" Mr. Borges said. "Even after a year as part of The Arrangement, you still manage to look delightfully anxious during our weekly meetings."

Nancy turned back to her report to bring the conversation back to safer territory.

"As I was saying, these projections are for the hardware team, and despite my changes to the bonus structure we still have some problems there. We can make some money now, but I just do not see the hardware department being a long term success for the company. There is just too much competition and our margins are too low," Nancy said, feeling more confident again as she warmed to her subject. "And so I want to recommend that we move some resources away from the Hardware division and to ...".

"Umm, I am sorry Mrs. Owens. I forgot to tell you," Mr. Borges cut in easily. He glanced at his watch. "Mr. Jones is going to join us in about ten minutes. He wants to let you know, in person, that you are doing extremely well. He and the entire Board of Directors are very happy with the direction to which you have pointed the Sales Department."

"Oh, wow," Nancy said, shocked at the compliment.

"Oh yes. Your name came up at the recent board meeting. You are very, very good at your job and Mr. Jones wanted to make sure that the entire Board knew of his opinion," Mr. Borges said, smiling at his subordinate.

"Thank you!" Nancy said, recovering slightly, "I - I work very hard for Alphia Corporation."

"Oh, you do. You do, indeed," Mr. Borges agreed. "And we know that you work late some nights. I do not know what you might have had planned for this evening, but you might want to call Tom to expect you a little later than expected."

Nancy looked at her boss, her eyes wide. "Of - of course, sir. How long do you think this meeting will take?"

"Well, your report is excellent and as thorough as usual, so reviewing this past week's sales figures probably will not take too long, but I have some questions about the bonus structure you put into place," Mr. Borges said. "As I indicated, I am impressed by your decision to put it into place, but we need to review the change at the Board level to make sure it meshes with existing schedules in other departments and does not create too many human resources headaches."

He thought for a moment. "I figure ... maybe an hour or so, perhaps a little more if Mr. Jones has any other issues with it."

Nancy nodded, thinking of the reservations that Tom had made for them. "Ok, that won't be an issue at all."

"And, of course, while Mr. Jones does want to tell you that you are doing an excellent job, you are one of his favorite sluts, so I expect you are going to have cock in your mouth," Mr. Borges said, smiling at her expression, shocked now for a different reason. "In fact, it might be a good idea if you put a call into Tom now, to let him know that you won't be home for a few hours until after you have finished entertaining Mr. Jones and me."

She felt a surge of anxiety at the thought of servicing two of the most senior Executives at the company simultaneously.

It must have shown in her face because Mr. Borges looked quizzically at her. "You seem surprised ... you know how these meetings work. You provide a competent and impressive business analysis and report while removing clothing as instructed ... and then we fuck."

He shrugged. "Your anxiety is delightful, but I don't understand it. This will hardly be the first time you have sucked the Chairman's cock."

Nancy shifted nervously from one foot to the other and smoothed her skirt unnecessarily. "I - I've never ... been with two men at once," she admitted nervously.

"What?" Mr. Borges said in surprise. "You are not serious ...".

His voice trailed off as he gazed at her. A smile bloomed across his handsome face. "Mr. Jones is going to be just tickled, as am I, at this news!"

Nancy nervously bit her lip and then nodded, not trusting her voice.

"OK then, back to the report now, shall we? You were just beginning to explain that my current sales strategy is total crap. I am interested in your opinion," Mr. Borges said.

"Oh! I am sorry!" Nancy stammered, "I did not realize ...".

Mr. Borges shook his head. "You misunderstand me," he reassured her. "The sales strategy was put into place by me but I appreciate a challenge to my thinking. I do not need simpering fools working for me. You have a better idea, let's hear it. If you're right, well then the kudos go to you. Please continue."

"Ok," Nancy responded, her confidence somewhat restored. "I do think the long term strategy is total crap. Unless we are planning on competing with Dell or IBM, and we are not, we should get out of the hardware market. The margins are too low."

"We need a foothold in the market in order to upsell our flagship business software," Mr. Borges pointed out. "We have found that our market share for the product goes way up when we are able to link it to the purchase of a business machine."

"I know that," Nancy immediately responded, "but instead of dropping millions a year in manufacturing as a loss leader let's just rebrand existing manufacturer's product. A license to resell under our brand is much cheaper than building the machines out of our Singapore factory."

"Hmmmm," Mr. Borges said, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "Something similar to that idea was floated at a recent board meeting. We were going to dive deeper into it. It sounds as though you've got a head start. Good work."

Nancy smiled at her boss. "I have put some thought into this. I have researched the cost of licensing but I have not made any formal inquiries without first getting your approval."

"Good," Mr. Borges grunted looking at the spreadsheet Nancy had included in her report.

Nancy waited for a further response. In a moment, Mr. Borges looked up from his perusal of the spreadsheet and gave her a frown. "I am not going to give you the go ahead right now. Continue."

"Well, the sales figures you have there in ...".

She paused as the office door opened and she prepared to greet Chairman Jones. Instead, Gary Burroughs walked in. Nancy gasped.

Gary was dressed, as usual, in a suit worth thousands of dollars and his tie was perfectly knotted. The blue and yellow of the tie matched his pocket handkerchief.

"Mrs. Owens, Mr. Borges," Gary said as he walked into the room. "I am glad that I could make this meeting."

"Where's the Chairman?" Mr. Borges asked, mirroring Mrs. Owens' unasked question.

"Well," Gary responded with a grin, "It seems that our newest junior executive blew him and Mr. Simpson about two hours ago and he did not think he could take this meeting, not with the plans he has tonight."

"Oh?" Mr. Borges said with a smile, "but why are you here?"

"The Chairman has announced a change in the manner in which things are going to be handled in the junior executive cadre. Evidently the ladies, and Tom Owens, had a meeting today. I'm not really certain what went down, but the Chairman told me, 'Attend the meeting in my place, and make certain you use Mrs. Owens well. Make sure she drains your balls. It's time she put out for you fellows, too.'"

Nancy's eyes and mouth were in a wide 'O' and she gasped.

The smile that Gary gave Nancy was professional and appropriate, and a little apologetic but also eager nonetheless.

"Oh," Mr. Borges said, "In that case, welcome to my favorite meeting of the week."

He gestured to the plush couch on the side of the room facing Nancy and the wall on which she had used to project her report from her laptop computer.

Gary took a seat with a murmured thank you.

"Mrs. Owens has two pieces of news for you," Mr. Borges said with a grin. There was no mistaking it this time: that was definitely a smirk.

"Oh? Do tell!" Gary responded, curious now.

"Well, first is that Nancy has announced to me that she thinks my sales strategy is a bunch of hot air, and had proposed a change. A big change," Mr. Borges announced with a proud look at his junior executive.

Nancy looked apprehensive for a moment, but the men chuckled. "That's the best part about you, Mr. Borges, you enjoy a direct challenge from someone with the guts to tell you right to your face."

"You are right about that," Mr. Borges agreed. "She is right about some of it. I'm going to have to think about her points and circle back with her. For now, expect a joint presentation from the both of us to the Board of Directors about a change in strategy within the month."

"Hmmm," Gary said. "Interesting. I daresay that I will hear the details in due course, but what is the second piece of news?"

"She has never been fucked by two men simultaneously," Mr. Borges announced with a smile on his face.

"Oh wow," Gary breathed and looked at Nancy. "It is going to be an honor to introduce you to the pleasures of group sex. Karen absolutely ADORES it now." His eyes gleamed. "So what is left of the meeting?"

Mr. Borges looked to Nancy. "Mrs. Owens?"

She cleared her throat. "Well sir," she started, directing herself to Mr. Borges but paused as the senior executive raised a hand.

"Don't you think she is a bit overdressed, Gary?"

Gary started a response but then paused. "Umm, I'll leave that to you, Mr. Borges."

Mr. Borges smiled. "As you will. Lose the blouse please, Mrs. Owens."

Nancy paused a moment.

She put the pointer down again and, facing the men with her head down, began unbuttoning her blouse, ******** her brassiere covered breasts to the hungry gaze of her direct boss and colleague.

She shrugged out of the blouse and laid it across the back of a nearby chair, careful to avoid unnecessary wrinkles. The air in the room felt cooler on her ******* tummy, back and shoulders.

"That is lovely lingerie, I do not believe I have seen it before. La Perla, as I had requested, thank you," Mr. Borges complimented her, gazing at her light blue lace bra before raising his eyes to hers. "Please return to your report, Mrs. Owens. As I said, you are doing an excellent job."

"Thank you," Nancy said, as calmly as she could as she could.

The sexual tension was obvious now. The two men gazed hungrily at her, looking vulnerable and sexy in her partially dressed state. They were both eager, but calm. Nancy was a sure thing. Gary's concern for Nancy was disappearing in inverse proportion to his level of horniness.

Emboldened all of a sudden by the anxiety and excitement coursing through her body, she did not immediately return to her report. She instead reached up and removed the bobby pins holding her hair up. With a shake of her pretty head her long brunette hair fell down and about her face. Her hair about her face softened and prettied her look.

Clothing is a businesswoman's armor. The professional female executive was quickly disappearing, and being replaced by a sexy, lovely, beautiful and vulnerable woman.

The two men shared a glance, sharing their happiness at the fact that this beautiful creature was here at their disposal but business was not quite concluded. Not yet.

"Show us your tits and then continue your report please, Mrs. Owens," Mr. Borges instructed he, his voice was slightly hoarse.

Lifting her chin, she met the stares of both men as she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. She shrugged out of the bra and laid it alongside her blouse.

Her lovely, small breasts bare, Mrs. Owens smiled at the men's looks of appreciation. She saw Mr. Borges shift in his seat, clearly relieving pressure on his swelling cock. Gary glanced at her ******* breasts before raising his eyes to hers.

"Beautiful, and excellent work," he said, complimenting Mrs. Owens on her beauty and her brains in one go. He picked up the spreadsheet report that Mrs. Owens had prepared for the meeting with Mr. Borges. "I like the thinking here, Nancy. You might be on to something. The board has been discussing a second factory in Singapore, so that we had complete control over the computers in which our software is installed, but maybe OEM is the wrong way to go."

He tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Have you considered the risk that our competitors might make a better offer to the manufacturers? It is no secret that our market share is tied to the fact that our product comes factory-installed."

"I have, Gary," Nancy replied, almost forgetting her partial nudity as the mood returned to business. "What we need is to ensure that we remain the software factory installed software, but licensing is a better option than paying for cost of manufacturing."

"How can you say that?" Mr. Borges cut in. "This is a $960 million annual revenue stream, after production costs, and manufacturing the computers guarantees us control of the product to the consumer."

"I know how much the line is worth to the company, but the revenue stream is a false number. The expenses are so high we barely turn 10%," Nancy immediately replied with a frown, correcting her boss. "I have spent the last quarter and a half working this recommendation precisely because this product is the cash cow of my section of the sales portfolio."

The men each started to interrupt again but she forestalled them with the raise of one elegant hand. She relished the momentary power she held. Half nude, about to be gangbanged by her boss and colleague, she even so held the attention of this business meeting.

"We can sell the factory for $100 million, and incentivize the sale with a promise of 100,000 units per quarter and obtain a non-compete, such that our competitor cannot utilize our former factory for their own purposes." She paused, to gauge the men's responses. She had their attention with the $100 million sale price.

"Please turn to page three of my report," she said and paused while the men turned to the third page. "I estimate that we will save $97 million per year in costs, which would represent a 30% increase in profits from the same line."

"Whew," the Chairman whistled. "That's a lot of fucking money."

The men smiled at each other, and then at the lovely Mrs. Owens before them. "How did she come up with this idea? Do you even know?" Mr. Borges demanded of Gary.

"I take no credit," Gary responded with a grin. "I knew she was wicked smart and did great work. That's why I recommended her for her junior executive promotion."

"Yeah," chuckled Mr. Borges. "That, and because you wanted to fuck her."

Gary reddened, but nodded his admission.

"I don't blame you," Mr. Borges laughed as he nodded his agreement, gazing at Nancy, his attention now wandering from her brain to her slim, half-nude form. "You are definitely going to enjoy yourself. Nancy is just a wonderful fuck."

"You are as brilliant as you are beautiful, Mrs. Owens," Mr. Borges said to Nancy. "Your husband must be very proud of you."

"Thank you," Nancy replied, aware that her semi-nudity was distracting the men from further business talk. She did not respond to the comment about her husband, because Tom was proud of her but he did not enjoy sharing his wife with other men. The question reminded her that she needed to talk with the other women in The Arrangement about finding a way to help Tom with his feelings of jealousy, but she did not like the idea of Tom with other women.

The meeting of Tom and the junior executive wives sounded like something she should have known about. She wondered if it had anything to do with the fact that she was to be given to Gary this evening.

This was going to complicate things in her business life. Gary, she knew, was adult enough to put the sex aside when it came to business, but some of the others ... she was not so sure.

So far she had been successful at avoiding even ******** herself to any of her male colleagues. Being intimate with some of them would be ... troublesome ... during meetings. They already undress her with their eyes whenever they all meet and she was always vigilant and careful to keep the business meetings to all business. If she were ever to have to sleep with any of them, she feared that her business only leverage would be lost.

"Mrs. Owens?" Mr. Borges' words brought her back to the moment. He glanced at his watch. "I have a call to Japan with the Chairman in 45 minutes and I would like you to complete your presentation and still leave us sufficient time to ... um, celebrate ... your very impressive proposal."

Nancy looked surprised for a brief moment and Mr. Borges laughed before she could recover. "And I would like to be able to give him good news as to how the entire meeting went ...". He left the completion of his thought vague, but there was no real confusion as to his meaning.

Nevertheless, Nancy was non-plussed for a moment.

"What that means is that I need you to get on with the report so Gary and I have enough time to properly fuck you before I have to go to my conference call."

"Ohhhh, damn," Gary breathed, his good fortune making his thoughts audible to all.

"Precisely," Mr. Borges said to Nancy. "Continue, please."

But the attention of the men was no longer on business, despite Mr. Borges' instructions to her. Every person in the room knew that she was not going to leave this room before the men were satisfied and they were starting to undress even during the middle of her presentation. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mr. Borges stand and remove his coat. Gary was gazing with intense pleasure at her ******* breasts as he followed suit, unbuckling his trousers and unzipped his suit pants.

She could feel the men's attention on her, their energy focused on her petite frame. She felt a tingle in her pussy as she smoothly reached down and picked up the pointer she had been using to assist in her presentation. Gary was evidently over any awkwardness and was lewdly stroking his hardening cock which he had extracted from his suit pants.

Facing away from the men, she restarted her report, pointing to the screen at the far end of the room: "Now as you can see from the last quarter's results, we ...".

She trailed off and paused at the ludicrousness of the moment. Here she was, half naked already, the men were undressing and the sexual tension in the room was ratcheting up quickly. The office was silent but for the click and hum of the air conditioning and the soft sounds of the heavy breathing in the room.

She turned her head and gave Gary a sultry look over her shoulder. "If its gonna happen, its gonna happen," she said to herself. "Might as well make the best of the situation."

She felt a thrill of excitement course through her as his hungry eyes met hers. The cock was in his hand now fully erect and he was clearly looking forward to the fun about to commence.

"Actually, that's about enough of business talk, don't you think?" She said, her reluctance melting in the shining eyes of the two men.

The men watched in amazement and excitement as Nancy casually tossed the pointer aside and then stretched, her lean and toned feminine arms above her head. Still facing away from Mr. Borges and Mr. Jones she skimmed her hands slowly down her sides. As she reached the swell of her hips she turned slightly so that she could reach the zipper on her tight black skirt. She pulled the zipper down and shimmied her hips so that she could push it over her hips and down to the floor ******** her toned and feminine ass, protected now only by a barely there light blue thong.

The men sat there, one behind the desk and the other on the sofa couch, both drinking in her feminine beauty.

Nancy turned gracefully, clad now in nothing but elegant thigh high stockings, sexy lacy light blue panties and heels. Aware from extensive personal experience that being fucked across Mr. Borges' desk was a lot less comfortable and not nearly as fun as having sex on his couch, and because Gary was, after all, a nice guy, Nancy turned her full attention to him.

She gave Gary a slow, seductive smile and stalked him, her eyes on his face as she strode over to him. His eyes caught hers and he grinned excitedly at her before allowing his gaze to travel over nearly naked form.

He was still seated on the couch, one hand massaging his erection. When Nancy reached almost to arms-length she paused and allowed the deliciously sexy moment to build. She could feel the hungry eyes of both men on her and she felt a flash of anxiety.

The men may have sensed it because they shared a smile and allowed the silent moment to continue. Taking a breath, bent down and Nancy shucked her panties with one quick movement. Standing up again the men enjoyed her fully nude feminine figure, a patch of neatly trimmed dark fur between her legs.

"You are a very beautiful, very competent businesswoman, Mrs. Owens," Gary murmured as he gazed appreciatively at her. "I can understand why you are the Chairman's favorite junior executive."

Mr. Borges barked a laugh. "He will be impressed with your proposal. I expect that he will recommend to the board that we create a team to fully vet the idea. If you are right, the company is going to make millions and millions of additional profit each year. I am very happy and impressed with your business brain and your work ethic."

This was the best compliment that Mr. Borges had ever said to her, and Nancy was momentarily non-plussed. "Th - thank you," she stammered, "I - I do my best for Alphia Corporation."

"I know you do, slut," Mr. Borges said to her. "Now suck Gary's dick."

Nancy's eyes and mouth opened with surprise, but she nodded, her brown eyes looking especially large and beautiful on her pretty face. She glanced over to Mr. Borges who was now naked from the waist down, and walking around his large desk, his large erection standing obscenely through the bottom of his shirt.

Mrs. Owens sank gracefully to her knees before Gary and helped pull his trousers and briefs down. He raised up his hips to help her before reaching for her and pulling her face towards his cock.

"Go on, Nancy," he pleaded. "Get started. I need this so much."

She blushed prettily as she covered the head of her colleague's penis with her mouth and flicked her tongue on the sensitive underside, just below the head. "Mmmmmmmm," Gary moaned with pleasure. "Amazing."

Nancy did not know how to respond to that so she concentrated on the penis in her mouth. She reached down with one hand to cup Gary's balls as she dutifully sucked up and down on his cock. He smelled clean and he was hard and delicious in her mouth. She felt herself moistening as she relaxed into her role once more.

She licked and kissed his cock from the tip all the way down to his bells and back again before she slurped the head back into her mouth. From his reaction and the sounds of his pleasure she knew that she was doing a good job.

She gave a quiet gasp as she suddenly felt Mr. Borges' strong and hard body behind her. She could feel one strong hand on her hip even as she felt him kneel behind her, his knees between her ankles gently but firmly spreading her pretty legs so that she was fully available to his exploitation of her.

She tried to banish the sensations behind her so that she could concentrate on her blowjob, but it was difficult. She felt Mr. Borges' enormous penis bang against her bottom as he moved behind her and she gave a little jump as she felt him slide a finger into her vagina.

She knew that she was wet and heard his grunt of satisfaction. She paused to look back and saw Mr. Borges with his enormous prick in his hand. There was no mistaking what he had in mind. Gary opened his eyes to see why she had become distracted. He winked at Mr. Borges and waited for him to mount her.

In spite of the fact that her pussy was dripping wet, she could feel Mr. Borges struggling to be gentle while still working himself inside her. She turned to look at Gary who gently mocked her by making his eyes big and making an O with his mouth, mirroring the expression that must have been on her face.

"You know, Gary, Tom does not much like The Arrangement," Mr. Borges said to Gary.

"He has a jealousy issue," Mr. Borges grunted as he continued to work his thick cock into Mrs. Owens' very married cunt.

Gary did not respond, but concentrated on his pleasure. He pulled Nancy's head back into his lap and thrusting his hips so that he controlled the rhythm of the blowjob. Nancy gurgled a bit as she struggled to match his thrusts but she pretty quickly settled into a nice rhythm sucking and tonguing Gary's hard cock as it slid in and out of her mouth.

"That's always fun," Mr. Borges said as he got the head of his cock into Nancy's pussy and then drove himself gently but inexorably all the way into her.

"Ummgggg," Nancy moaned in pleasure around the hard cock still pistoning in and out of her mouth.

"This is the first time she has fucked two of us at the same time," Mr. Borges said as he began to slowly move within the petite, beautiful woman trapped between the two men.

"I know," Gary said. He put one hand on the back of Mrs. Owens' and pulled her down onto his hard cock. Nancy gurgled and choked a protest as she felt the head of Gary's cock at the back of her mouth and then partly into her throat and then he relaxed his hands. "I am honored to be part of breaking her in to this kind of fun."

Nancy gasped and panted. She only partly heard Mr. Borges' chuckle as he started fucking her harder.

"She seemed to like that, Gary, she got really wet, do that some more," Mr. Borges ordered.

Gary pulled her face back to his cock.

Nancy, bouncing back and forth now from the strength of Mr. Borges' thrusts, slurped the head of Gary's cock back into her mouth. Blushing, she worked to match her sucking rhythm with Mr. Borges' steady pounding of her pussy.

Back and forth, up and down. Slurp slurp.

"And I understand that you and Tom have not played with any of the other junior executive couples, isn't that right?" Mr. Borges panted as he thrust into her pussy.

She nodded another "yessir" and redoubled her efforts to make Gary reach climax. She moaned around the hard cock on her mouth, eagerly bobbing for his sperm.

"That does not sound very fair to Tom, does it Gary?" Mr. Borges asked Gary.

"Nope," Gary said, understanding the role here was supposed to play, "especially not since you get to fuck his wife anytime you like." Mr. Borges inserted himself balls deep into Nancy, eliciting a moan of pleasure. "You want to hit this?" He asked Gary.

"No. I'm loving this right here. The Chairman told me that Annette started to even the score today when she sucked off Tom," Gary replied, gasping as Nancy sucked him hard and fast.

Nancy was so startled by this news that she did not notice Gary as he gathered all of her brunette hair up into a tangle in his hands to hold her head still. He reached one hand down to fondle one of Mrs. Owens' breasts as he held her head still with the other hand. He pumped his dick in and out of her mouth at a leisurely rhythm.

"I suspect the reason why old Tom here has not been able to play with the other junior executive ladies is because their husbands might insist on a return favor. Do I have that right, Mrs. Owens?" Mr. Borges demanded of her, holding her hips and going balls deep hard a few strokes.

Nancy paused for a moment as she tried to figure out how to answer the question posed to her without interrupting Gary's blowjob. It was becoming difficult to concentrate on anything other than the sex. Mr. Borges was fucking her hard now. She could feel his strong hands holding her in place as he pounded her. She did not have a free hand to touch herself; one was stroking the lower shaft of Gary's cock and the other was on the carpet right in front of the sofa on which Gary's slouched, thrusting his cock in and out of the married junior executive's sweet mouth.

She nodded a "Yessir" without breaking the rhythm of the blowjob.

A touch on her clitoris and she would almost certainly have reached orgasm but her hands were occupied and neither of the men using her body gave a shit. At this point of their excitement they were uninterested in anything other than their own pleasure.

It was gratifying to hear Gary panting. His penis was achingly hard. Nancy was well aware of his signs of impending orgasm; this was hardly the first time that she had sucked off a strange cock.

She stroked the underside of his testicles while slurping at the head of his cock and thumbing the sensitive vein on the underside of his penis, just below the crown. "Goddamn you are good," Gary muttered.

She tasted his sperm and then his cock lurched and he grunted as he ejaculated. Some of the senior executives preferred to cum on a slut's tits and others preferred to jerk off onto an upturned pretty face. A few sometimes preferred a good suck by one of the male junior executives. Nancy had no desire to walk through the halls of Alphia Corporation with a rope of jizz across her face and so she sucked hard and tried to take it all into her mouth.

As she sucked Gary, she realized that Mr. Borges had slowed as well. He was certainly still deliciously thick and hard inside her but he moved slowly so as not to disrupt her technique as she brought the cock in her mouth to the edge and then down again, her mouth filling with his salty sperm.

Gary fell heavily back onto the sofa, spent, but Nancy knew better than to stop sucking his softening penis. Her mouth still full of him, she sucked and licked and kissed him as he reached for his clothes, scattered nearby and he accidentally knocked her bag to the floor so that her phone and a pen fell out. Without a word he stood up and stepped aside to give himself some room to dress himself again.

He looked a little embarrassed now. "Thanks, Nancy," he murmured, as if to bring the relationship back to normalcy, but it didn't work. She still had the taste of his cum in her mouth and it was too soon to go back to just being 'normal' colleagues.

Nancy kept an eye on him to see if he wanted her to show him her mouthful but he was not meeting her gaze and so she simply swallowed as Mr. Borges resumed fucking her. He was much more insistent now and eager for his own release.

Gary buckled his belt again and retrieved his suit coat from the back of the couch. "Mr. Borges, sir, when you are done with Mrs. Owens, the Chairman would like you to join him in his office. He said that Woo sent over a great bottle of scotch and he wanted you to be a part of the latter part of this conference call with Japan."

"Tell him I'll be there," Mr. Borges said without pausing in his fucking of Mrs. Owens' tight pussy.

And then she heard Gary flee, felt a cool rush of air as he left the room and then a click as the heavy door closed behind him without even so much as a single word to her. She felt ashamed and yet excited that the two men were discussing business while enjoying her body.

Mr. Borges leaned over her now, his heavily muscled chest against her back. He wrapped one large, masculine arm around her waist, holding her into place, the other hand on the floor protecting her against the full weight of his body.

"First time with two men, huh?" He asked Mrs. Owens, still moving inside her.

Her answer was interrupted by a soft buzzing sound. Both looked over at her phone, which was lying face up on the ground, having fallen out of her purse after Gary had knocked it over in his enthusiastic response to the orgasm he had just enjoyed. Both could see 'Tom' in the display window. She instinctively reached for the phone and Mr. Borges laughed.

"Tom can fucking wait for his call back until I am finished with his wife," Mr. Borges whispered into Nancy's delicate ear. She reddened, and slowly retracted her hand.

They both watched the phone buzz helplessly on the floor next to where the married cunt was being stuffed with cock.

"Tell me your name," Mr. Borges hissed into her ear.

"Mrs. Thomas Owens," Nancy whispered, tears welling in her eyes from the competing mixture of emotions surging through her body.

There were several beats where the only sounds were the sounds of vigorous fucking, punctuated by Mrs. Owens' musical girl sounds of pleasure, her body betraying her mind. She could feel Mr. Borges' smug satisfaction as he claimed her cunt.

Her orgasm was building and she was giving in to the pleasure when Tom called again.

"Oh God, no!" Nancy moaned, trapped and helpless to even speak with her husband.

Mr. Borges jammed himself deep inside her vagina, and then again as though he were trying to find another two inches to insert into her body.

"Thank God he can't," Nancy thought to herself.

"Tom doesn't like The Arrangement very much, does he?" Mr. Borges asked Nancy.

"No," she whispered ashamedly, "he hates it."

"He loved it this afternoon," Mr. Borges said, going back to his dangerously pleasurable rhythm inside her, "You pretend not to enjoy yourself, but you really enjoy having one of us stuff your pretty pussy, don't you?"

"No, I don't," Mrs. Owens protested. Mr. Borges laughed at her as her protest was interrupted by a mew as he reached around and fondled her breasts.

"And you are going to cum tonight, before I do, even though I am about to tell you that your days of avoiding your colleagues are over," Mr. Borges said, his hand now on her clitoris. "We have given them permission to call you to be the sweetener for client closings."

"Oh, no!" Mrs. Owens said, with emotion. She struggled beneath him but he was far too heavy and strong for her.

"Oh yes," Mr. Borges whispered in her ear. "You and Tom are just like the other junior executives: corporate whores, and you are both going to play your part like all the other junior executives ready to fuck for the company."

She grunted as Mr. Borges fucked her hard. Once, twice, three times. Then he leaned over her, fully impaled within her, and spoke quietly and clearly into her ear.

"You got it, slut? Your cunt is mine. I can stuff it with my cock, the other senior executives get it whenever they want, and if I want you to sling your snatch to your colleagues or a customer, you will do it with a smile on your cum covered pretty face."

Mrs. Owens shuddered as Mr. Borges plundered her depths, fucking her hard. "Yes ... Yes, sir," she panted, hating her body for betraying her mind.

"And if you play any games, I swear to God I will have Tom on the floor here, howling as I ram my dick up his ass while you watch, got it!" Mr. Borges growled menacingly.

Tom tried her again, and her phone buzzed on the carpeted floor. Laughing quietly Mr. Borges reached for the phone, swiped it to answer and pressed the button to put the conversation on speaker. "Talk to him as though I am not here," he whispered in her ear, his hand now reached around to fondle her breasts and then down to the cleft between her legs.

Nancy squinted her eyes in shame. Mr. Borges was going to finger her to make her cum while Tom was on the phone.

"The fucking bastard!" She thought to herself even as she rocked pleasurably against the strong thrusts from her boss.

"Hi honey," Tom's voice was loud and clear in the room. "You going to be coming home soon? We need to talk." He sounded confident and happy.

Mr. Borges could see and feel Mrs. Owens' body tensing as he reached for her clitoris. She knew the game he was playing and there was not a goddamned thing she could do about it. He reached through her thatch of hair and expertly stroked her clit and she gasped, as quietly as she could.

"Are you OK?" Her husband's voice now sounded puzzled.

Mr. Borges leaned down and whispered in her ear and Nancy glanced back at him, aghast. He stared at her, his eyes as hard as his dick.

"I am fine, and I will be home as soon as Mr. Borges finishes."

There was a pause. "Wha -?" Tom exclaimed in surprise.

Mr. Borges chuckled, fucked Nancy as hard and fast as he could and roared as he ejaculated, balls deep inside her vagina.

"Oh, fuck ...", Tom's soft exclamation was audible even over the deep breathing of both Mr. Borges and Nancy Owens.

"We are going to keep your wife well fucked, Tom," Mr. Borges said after a few moments of recovery, his cock softening but still inside Tom Owens' wife. "And if she doesn't play ball, I'm going to have you in my office instead of Nancy. Got it?"

"Oh my God," Nancy breathed.

There was a shocked pause.

"Yes sir, Mr. Borges," Tom said, hurriedly, understanding the new lay of the land. He was going to have access to junior executive wife pussy, so long as his Nancy was fully accepting her role ... or he was going to pay the price.

"OK, good," Mr. Borges said, with satisfaction, standing up and reaching for his clothes. "I've got a meeting with the Chairman now, and you two have a lot to talk about."

There was a silence of sorts as Mr. Borges dressed and made small talk with the very naked and cum filled pretty junior executive on the carpeted floor of his office.

He got himself put back together and left. As the door clicked shut, Nancy picked up the phone and turned off the speaker phone.

"Oh honey ...", she said, "I'm glad that Annette ... sucked you. I've felt so bad after this morning. I'm so sorry ...".

"Oh, sweetheart," Tom said immediately, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm glad, too. You enjoyed yourself tonight, I hope?"

"Oh yes, I came so hard, I always do with Mr. Borges."

"Oh, good," Tom said with relief. "Come home, please honey. Let's go out and talk. I think we are going to be able to work through this. I feel so much more free and happy now."

The couple chatted quietly as Nancy got dressed and headed home and to the next and and better phase of their marriage.