“Oh, good for her!”
“Come here,” Angela ordered.
Anderson crawled over to her and kissed her on the lips. Then Angela directed his head down, fingers running through his hair, until he was directly in front of her pussy lips.
Anderson didn’t have to ask what Angela wanted. He licked around her lips, spending time on her clit. His tongue probed around her pussy, entering her hole and then dancing back out to softly massage her inner lips. He brought a hand up and spread her lips, so that he could more acutely reach the inner folds of her vagina.
Angela moaned in pleasure. She started grinding her hips, pushing her pussy into Anderson’s face. Anderson savored the taste, not wasting any time kissing and making out with her vulva. This went on for a solid fifteen minutes.
Then Angela lifted her hips and slid her panties down so that they dangled on one ankle. She turned around and pushed her ass into the air. Anderson got a wonderful view of her pussy and ass, and still kneeling before her, began licking her pussy from behind. His face was positioned directly in front of her private area. He reached up and spread her cheeks. He kissed her ass hole, and then licked her pussy some more. Angela cried out in pleasure.
“Fuck me, Anderson,” Angela whispered. “I want you inside me now.”
Anderson took off his pants and kneeled up directly behind her. He pushed his rock-hard cock into her pussy, softly at first. Then he began fucking her harder and harder. His thrusts were tender and deliberate. They weren’t forced. He never broke the rhythm, as Angela was sent deeper and deeper into ecstasy.
“Touch my ass,” Angela ordered now. “I want to feel your hands all over my ass.”
Anderson didn’t waste any time squeezing her cheeks and separating them. He placed a finger over her hole and kept it there, still fucking Angela rhythmically.
“Oh yes, Anderson, that feels so good. You are such a big, strong man. Fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good.”
Then, Angela noticed that Anderson began panting harder and harder. It appeared as though he was ready to come. Angela wanted Anderson to come inside her. She pushed her ass against his torso, trying to get him deeper and deeper inside her.
Anderson exploded semen into her vagina, his orgasm lasting a full thirty seconds. As he came, Angela screamed in pleasure.
They collapsed together onto the couch, exhausted. Angela felt fully satisfied with their love-making. From the look on Anderson’s face, so did he.
They moved to the bed and crawled under the covers. They both wanted to take a quick nap. When they awoke, it was almost midnight.
“My mom wanted me to invite you to go bowling this weekend. My sister and her boyfriend, as well as my mom’s boyfriend, will be there. Want to come?”
“Saturday?”
“Yes. Do you like bowling?”
“I was on the bowling team in college. I haven’t practiced in forever but that sounds like a fun idea.”
There was a long pause. Angela cuddled closer to Anderson, and pushed her ass into his crotch. She couldn’t tell if it was just her imagination, but she thought she felt something becoming stiff there.
Anderson had to leave to go back to his place, and so couldn’t spend the night. His day tomorrow would start at 5:00 am. He needed to make arrangements for their expansion into Paris. Angela had to be up at her usual 7:00 am.
The rest of the week went by relatively smoothly. Angela spent each day working with Tina, getting her acclimatized to the office. She transferred her computer files onto a disk for Tina to use.
On Friday, Angela invited Tina and Eric to go for drinks at a nearby bar to celebrate the end of the work week, and Tina’s successful transition to the team. Both Eric and Tina thought that it was a wonderful idea. The afternoon flew by, at which point the three of them walked over to the “Flaming Eagle”, which was a pretty ordinary sports bar. They served the best martinis in the neighborhood.
Eric, Angela, and Tina found a table by the window. Eric bought the first round of martinis.
“To new opportunities! To old friendships!” Eric toasted.
The three of them raised their glasses and, making eye contact with one another, performed the “cheers”.
“Are you excited to be part of our team, Tina?” asked Eric. “I know you have some big shoes to fill but you are a smart and talented woman, it shouldn’t be any problem for you.”
The conversation went on along those lines and as the drinks kept coming, the three of them started to have more and more fun.
“I always thought Angela was cute,” admitted Tina with a girlish giggle.
Angela’s jaw dropped.
“I don’t know what to say, Tina,” said Angela.
Then Eric, who, feeling the effects of the martinis, said something that also surprised Angela.
“Don’t you think Tina’s cute too, Angela?”
Then Angela had an idea. She took out her phone and called Anderson. She hoped that he would pick up. He usually worked late on Fridays but maybe he could make an exception for her and her friends.
“Hello?” said Anderson.
“Anderson! I am here with Eric and the new girl, Tina. Say ‘hi’ guys!”
Eric and Tina said “hi”.
“Anyway,” Angela continued, “we are just having drinks right now at the Flaming Eagle and I was wondering if you could stop by at some point in your limo and take us for a cruise. That is, if Pat wouldn’t mind.”
“I am just finishing up at the office now. But drinks sound good. I can be by there in about an hour.”
“Sounds good babe, see ya soon,” said Angela, as she hung up the phone. “You know, Tina, the more I look at you, the more I am reminded of my roommate when I was a college freshmen. You are just as pretty as her. You both have blonde hair. And a nice rack.”
The expression on Eric’s face turned from embarrassment to intrigue in a heartbeat.
The three of them made small talk and ordered a few more rounds of martinis before heading out onto the sidewalk to wait for Anderson’s limo. Eric had paid the bill, which was very nice of him, because it wasn’t cheap. As they waited, Tina slid her hand down Angela’s arm and clasped her hand. They stood together, holding hands, for the better part of ten minutes, until finally Anderson’s limo pulled up and Pat came around to open the doors.
Eric, Tina, and Angela got in and made themselves comfortable on the black leather. Anderson kissed Angela on the lips, then gave a solid handshake to Eric. He hugged Tina as well, and said it was nice to meet her.
“How were drinks?” asked Anderson, addressing no one in particular.
“They were good,” said Tina, hiccupping. Out of the three of them, she had the least experience drinking. She was a very fun drunk. She was about to get even more fun.
Wild Times
Anderson told Pat to drive around a while until they figured out what they wanted to do. It was Friday night, and they were bound by nothing. Anderson had nothing but cash, and the four of them felt like doing something fun. They considered going to a club. Or to another bar. Or to a fancy restaurant. Then Tina said that she wanted to see Anderson’s apartment. It was at this point that Angela realized that she hadn’t really been spending a whole lot of time there. She and Anderson were partial to hanging out at her place, for some reason.
“I think that’s a good idea. Let’s hang out at Anderson’s,” said Angela.
“You don’t want to go to a club first, babe?” asked Anderson.
“I think – hiccup – we should go dancing and then go to Anderson’s. The night is still fresh and young,” said Tina.
Then Eric piped up.
“Anderson, Mr. Cromby, I just wanted to say what a pleasure it is to be hanging out with you outside of a business environment. Our firm is still delighted to be taking you on as a client, and having this opportunity to see you outside of the office is priceless.”
Anderson appreciated the compliment.
“I have the h
ighest respect for you, Mr. Taylor. As I do for Ms. Hayes over here. If things go well, maybe we could do things as a threesome more often. And of course you we can hang out with your wife as well.”
Then Tina hiccupped again very loudly.
“Those were great martinis,” she said.
“Okay,” said Angela, interrupting the moment. “Let’s go to a club, then to Anderson’s. We can make this a very fun evening. Now, onto an important matter. Should we invite Mr. and Mrs. Edwards?”
“I’ll give them a call,” said Anderson.
Anderson called the Edwards’ but they didn’t answer. So he sent them a text message to get in touch with them. In the meantime, they were going to have to find a way to have fun without them.
“I think I have some tequila in the fridge in here,” said Anderson, who pulled out a bottle of expensive Mexican tequila and started lining up shots at the bar, in his limo, for the four of them to take.
“I want to lick salt off of Angela’s ass,” said Tina suddenly.
The three of them laughed at this suggestion but they thought it was a great idea. Tina really knew how to get the ball rolling. Angela bent over and lifted up her skirt. Then she pulled down her panties. She was acutely aware that everyone around her were able to stare at her pink snatch. Eric found a salt-shaker in one of the limo cupboards and sprinkled some salt on Angela’s bare ass. There happened to be a few sliced limes as well, so Tina picked one of these up to use as a chaser. She downed the shot of tequila expertly and then quickly licked up the salt. Then she sucked the lime wedge dry and discarded it.
“Who’s next?” asked Tina.
It was Eric’s turn. He performed the same task as Tina, except this time, instead of sprinkling the salt on Angela’s ass-cheek, he sprinkled it over her hole. Then he downed the shot and unflinchingly licked up the salt off her ass. This sent shivers up and down Angela’s spine. It felt so good. And she loved being the center of attention.
Finally, it was Anderson’s turn. Before sprinkling the salt and pouring himself a shot, he rubbed Angela’s pussy a bit, getting it nice and wet. But Anderson decided not to use salt after all. He drank his shot, and then licked Angela’s pussy for the better part of minute, before sucking back on his lime wedge.
“No one else? No seconds?” asked Angela.
“I want to see what everybody’s dick looks like,” said Tina, again surprising the rest of them.
It seemed as though Eric felt a bit embarrassed about taking off his clothes. Anderson, on the other hand, was all over it. After Eric saw how easily Anderson had loosened his pants and dropped his boxers, Eric decided to follow suite. His cock wasn’t quite as big as Anderson’s but it had a nice girth and was a nice appendage for the girls to look at all the same.
Tina moved over to Eric and sat on his lap. With one hand, supported herself on his shoulder, and with the other hand she stroked his erection. She jerked him off expertly, and then began kissing his mouth. Their tongues twirled about one another as they made out passionately. The sight of them fooling around made Angela even more aroused.
Angela positioned herself onto Anderson’s lap, but this time, instead of gliding his dick into her pussy, she pushed her ass onto his cock, until the head slipped into her asshole.
“We haven’t done this before, I don’t think,” she whispered into Anderson’s ear.
Then she rode him, his cock gliding in and out of her asshole. Anderson brought his hands around to her front and circled her tits, playing with their weight, and making a special effort to pinch and play with her perfect nipples.
Tina took her free hand, the one that wasn’t stroking Eric’s cock, and reached over to Angela’s cunt and began feeling around. Angela’s clit was hard, and Tina brought her hand up to Angela’s mouth. Angela sucked on Tina’s fingers. This was the lubrication that Tina needed. She began twirling her fingers around Angela’s clit, making sure to massage her pussy at the same time.
The feeling of Anderson’s cock in her ass made Angela scream in pleasure. She wanted to feel him fill up her ass with hot semen. Just then, Eric exploded in an orgasm, drenching Tina’s hand with cum. A few moments later, Anderson also came and filled up Angela’s ass.
A few moments of silence passed. The four of them felt completely satisfied, and now shared a level of intimacy that only those who had engaged in sex could feel.
Pat continued to drive them around the city streets. The group switched from tequila to wine, as Anderson brought out a very expensive vintage of French cabernet. Tina gazed at Anderson, her eyes at once innocent and doe-like. Angela wondered if Anderson thought about fucking her. She wondered if Anderson had a thing for cute blondes.
Anderson’s phone rang. It was Frank Edwards. He and his wife had just finished up at a benefit for a philanthropic organization that he was involved in, and apparently, they wanted to celebrate with a night out on the town. There was plenty of room in the limo.
Anderson directed Pat to swing by the benefit and pick up their new companions. Eric was very enthusiastic to meet Frank and Amanda. Part of him wanted to meet the person who was taking away one of his best employees. Of course, as Eric had stated many times, there were no hard feelings.
Frank and Amanda entered the limo. They were dressed in beautiful and elegant evening-wear. Frank was wearing a black and white tuxedo, and Amanda was dressed in a beautiful and sexy evening gown, which showed off her natural, beautiful figure. She looked great for a woman in her forties.
“It smells like sex in here,” Frank said at once, to a chorus of laughter from everyone else.
Tina winked at Frank and then extended her hand.
“I’m Tina!” she said enthusiastically. Frank saw at once that she was both the youngest and the most inexperienced in the group. But she was damn hot.
Anderson jumped in.
“Frank, you know Angela. This is Eric, he’s Angela’s soon-to-be ex-boss.”
“Thanks to you!” said Eric, in a kidding way.
“I suppose I should thank you, Eric. You have groomed a very well put-together businesswoman. If what she tells me is true, then you are a very fine manager as well. Maybe someday we can talk about taking you on and bringing you into the government.”
“Maybe,” said Eric, who liked his current job. The offer flattered him, however.
“The night is young, my friends,” said Anderson. “What shall we do?”
“Let’s go for drinks at Castle Winery,” suggested Frank, “they have the best selection of exotic wines in the city. Does that sound okay to everybody?”
Everyone seemed to be in agreement that that was an excellent suggestion. Angela, herself, thought it was a good idea especially since it would be Anderson that would be paying. A bill at that place for the six of them could easily run in the tens of thousands.
It took Pat about twenty minutes to wind his way across town and park in front of the prestigious bar. All kinds of high society were flocking towards the entrance. Anderson told Angela that he recognized at least half a dozen work colleagues just from glancing around the outside alone.
They took turns exiting the vehicle until the six of them stood in front of the luxurious entrance. There was a long line. Anderson wasn’t going to see them wait for an hour just to get in. He handed the doorman several hundred-dollar bills, and the grateful doorman cleared the way for them to enter.
Upon getting in, Angela was overwhelmed by the classiness of the place. In the center of the main room there was a large mahogany bar with several well-dressed couples sitting around it. All across the back wall were square tables with white clothes on them. A live band that consisted of a cello player, a pianist, a classical guitarist, and a drummer were playing a jazz tune that made Angela want to dance.
“Where shall we sit?” asked Anderson. “I usually like to hang out by the corner over there, so we can get a good view of the band and can talk amongst ourselves privately.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Frank,
and the rest of the group agreed.
A maître d’ escorted them to their desire table and helped them sit down. He brought over an extensive wine list and a few food menus. Anderson made some observations about the various types of wines offered, and in the end, conferring with Frank and Eric, made a few selections. The server brought the drinks over a few moments later and poured six glasses.
Angela was lost in the overwhelmingly enchanting music. She looked over at Anderson, who was also paying attention to the live band. She reached for his hand underneath the table and squeezed it. Anderson turned towards Angela and leaned in for a kiss. The two of them noticed that Frank and Amanda were also holding hands. Eric was talking softly to Tina, and Angela couldn’t hear what they were saying. That was okay with her, because she was having such a good time getting lost in the moment.
“Is anyone hungry?” asked Anderson.
“I am, a little,” said Tina.
“What would you like?” said Anderson, “I recommend the filet mignon, personally. It tastes great when cooked to medium-rare.”
“Okay, I’ll have that. Am I the only one eating?”
The others just ordered some hors d’oeuvres. They had roast squid, a rack of lamb, and several dozen raw oysters. It was the perfect amount of food and it satisfied everyone immeasurably.
“I wish they had dancing here,” said Angela.
“We can always go somewhere after this that does,” replied Anderson. “We don’t have to stay here all night.”
The group finished the bottle of wine that they were working on, and then ordered several more. Angela was getting more than tipsy. Between the shots in the limo, and the wine, it was a wonder that she could see straight.
“Is everyone else as buzzed as I am?” asked Angela.
“I am getting there,” said Eric, “but I could still have a few more drinks. Maybe a scotch or a brandy.”
Relationships
The rest of the evening was fun and engrossing for everyone involved. As the evening wound down, Angela started drinking a lot of water so as to minimize the next day’s hangover. When she awoke at 11:00 am, she was surprised to find herself in Anderson’s apartment. As she sat up and looked around, she realized to herself that she had never really fully explored it. If it were anyone else’s apartment, she wouldn’t really have been so interested. But what does the apartment of a multi-billionaire look like?
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