Adult Situations Ch. 51-52

Kim and I sat at small conference table in the office of Howard Snow, the founder, CEO, and majority shareholder of Snow Networks in Austin, Texas. I was wishing I had gotten an MBA and taken a dozen courses in negotiating, as well as mergers and acquisitions.

Kim Stanley, however, was making up for my deficiencies by saying what to me seemed to be the right things. "Howard, you know this market place is becoming more competitive. Only the larger firms can mount the kinds of efforts that result in profitable business. You and Cyber Solutions need to merge to create that critical mass, at least on a coastal scale.

"I won't tell you who, but we are looking for some firms further west to add to this amalgamation. We want to be a national firm, operating so that every resource in our company is available coast to coast."

I finally had something to say, I almost leapt out of my chair. "Just last week, we lost a multi-million-dollar contract to a national firm because we couldn't offer our services seamlessly across the country. I know we could have done the work, but we just don't have the presence. You would help give us that presence."

Snow said, "And what do I get out of the deal? Just money?"

Kim said politely, "What else would you want out of a deal? Please put your cards on the table so we can start negotiating."

Snow stood and walked to the windows that looked out at a green park and other office buildings. He pondered for a bit. I wanted to say something, but Kim moved her hand so that I knew to keep quiet. I did watch the man we'd come a thousand miles to see.

Snow turned, "I think I'm a pretty good manager and judge of people. I'm also not sure I'm ready to retire, although I'm getting near that age when I should be restless. If I wanted a post in the merged business, what would you let me do?"

Kim gestured for me to speak. We'd at least had this discussion while waiting for the plane in Sarasota. I said, "How about Executive Vice President of Western Operations." Kim had schooled me that once I'd put forth an offer, to, as she put it, 'shut the fuck up'. I locked my lips together rather than try to talk him into it.

"What would that mean?"

I responded, "You'd be merging what we hope are three businesses in the western region, and blending them with the three we have in the east. The job requires us to blend technologies, systems, software, and with more difficulty people and skills, and our various cultures, into a coherent whole. I'll be working the same issue across the country."

Snow gestured at Kim, "What's your role?"

Kim slapped her checkbook down on the table and grinned at him. "I have the money to help make it happen. In return, I get a healthy percentage when we take the whole shebang public in about a year or two. Our roles and jobs needn't change then, we'll all be richer, at least on paper."

Snow said, "I want to be sure all my senior people are retained and get a piece of the action in the IPO. I want to be one of them."

"That'd be up to you. You'd remain their line manager. We are not intending to sweep people away as some mergers do. As far as I can see, we need all the talent we can muster to face the growing competition."

"I'll want shares in the resultant organization."

Kim spoke, "I can ensure that you get some, but since we're still growing and hence diluting what we have, it's hard to say what the worth of those will be. As of today, we think Snow Networks is worth $14 million. We propose to pay you $10 million in cash, and give you and your senior staff $4 million in stock in the merged company. That's about a ten percent share currently. You'd have a seat on the board, of course. You can tell us how to distribute some of that to your managers. That pile of paper spells out the whole deal including what you just asked for."

Snow walked back to the window. He took a quarter from his pocket and then flipped it in the air. He let it drop on the wall-to-wall carpeting in the room. He glanced down, and then smiled. "I guess you have yourself a deal. Snow Networks is yours."

Kim slid the papers across the table, and then took her business checkbook. She wrote a check as though she were paying for groceries and put that atop the other papers. The check was for $10 million. This was all pending due diligence, of course. Kim's staff was already working on that.

A week later, Kim, Snow, and I were at Sierra Core Systems in Stanford, California. Down the street lay the campus of Stanford University, a testament to a railroad robber baron of the 1800's who had hopes for a better future. Leland Stanford later went on to serve years as a U.S. Senator.

Roger Morse, Sierra's CEO and owner, was signing papers on the other side of the table. Beside him was a check that Kim had written for $24 million. Howard Snow also sat beside us. He'd turned out to be instrumental in getting SCS to sell out to us. There were two lawyers in the room, too; but we'd told both of them to keep their mouths shut unless they saw something egregiously wrong or illegal.

The next day, the three of us had a meeting with the ING -- the Information Networking Group of Denver. ING turned out to be in Aurora, Colorado. They'd just been added to the fold of Cyber Solutions for another $10 million from Kim's generous wallet. 'My' company was getting larger and larger every day. We also won a national contract for Network Services.

A few days later, I went home from Colorado by way of Boston. I bought another networking company there that had been named Northeast Information Technology Solutions or NITES. That one only cost Kim $8 million.

Now, I had to start integrating six separate companies.

I declared Atlanta to be the headquarters, as much as I wanted to have it be in Sarasota. Flights were easier and more frequent to and fro, plus they had the space for some expansion before we needed to worry about space. Everyone knew my heart was in Sarasota, so humored me working from there and being on Zoom or other video calls from there.

Much as I liked living with Jean, she had a small apartment and I liked lots of space. She found me three apartments based on my specs and hers, and after seeing the three with her, we picked the one she thought was the best. It wasn't too far from work, plus it had spare bedrooms so I could also have guests of all kinds stay over.

Jean furnished the place beyond the few pieces of furniture that came with the condominium. The next thing she did was move some of her things into part of the master bedroom. I guess my 'Atlanta Wife' had staked out her claim.

Our first night in the condo, Jean, Meg, and I had Bob and Connie Mason over. We had cocktails, dinner on our new cookware and IKEA plates, and then swapped partners for two hours. I could see the intimacy that Jean had with the couple. Meg was more devoted to me. Jean had been with Connie and Bob several times while I'd been in Sarasota or traveling around the country with Kim buying companies.

A week later, I flew into Atlanta from Austin just in time for dinner. I was accumulating frequent flyer miles at an alarming rate. I already had enough for ten free round-trip flights across the country, but getting on a plane to go someplace had ceased to be a desirable thing. Jean and I met for dinner after I called her from the airport.

Over dinner, Jean told me that she had two surprises for me that evening. We were getting close to the Christmas holiday, so I wondered what it was. I knew Jean had decorated the apartment so I could get in the Christmas spirit. I also knew that she liked to get together with Bob and Connie, so I thought there'd be sex involved in some way.

Surprise number one greeted me just inside the door to my condo. Jean had given Meg her key. The two women obviously knew each other since there were only eighty employees in the Atlanta office at that point. That number was supposed to start growing very shortly according to plan.

Meg plastered her small body against mine and we kissed like long-lost lovers, which to some degree we were. She was already in what looked like pajamas. From that observation, I figured she was staying over and I guessed that sex would be involved.

Jean looked pleased with her arrangement. I pulled her into the hug with us. Jean is quite a bit taller and that put her breasts easily within reach of Meg's mouth. Meg pushed up Jean's top and bra, and latched on with her lips. Jean shuddered and then the pair kissed.

Jean said, "We've become lovers."

I smiled, "Good. There's not enough of that going around."

Beside me, Jean had started to remove her clothes. I was all for that, so I moved in kind. Meg just slid the satin PJs over her head and down her legs, and she was bare. Well, she wasn't 'bare' -- she had that patch of pubic hair on her mons that I loved to play with after we'd fucked.

The three of us were quickly on the living room sofa making out with each other. Meg was in my lap and that made it easier for the three of us to kiss or fondle each other.

My hardening cock was reaching full erection between Meg's legs as she leaned back against me. Jean started to blow me, but then she'd shift her focus slightly, and be eating out Meg. I had Meg's jugs in my two hands and was working her nipples to a point where she told me she'd likely orgasm. Ultimately, she did as Jean jammed her tongue and fingers into the smaller woman's hot twat. My hard shaft slid against Jean's cheek as she did Meg.

Meg's whole body twitched and jerked in my arms as I held her, and then all at once her legs slammed shut around Jean's head, and she curled forward. She was having a very nice orgasm. I felt my knees get wet, and realized that Meg had her own ejaculation.

Jean's head finally popped up in front of me. Her face and surrounding hair were soaked in girl juice, and she had a look of pride and joy on her face. She was lapping up the mixture dripping near her mouth. Her whole demeanor proudly announced, 'Look what I did'.

Jean said, "There are more surprises." She took the remote for the television and turned it on, and then picked up her cellphone. After a few stabs at the cellphone screen with her fingers, the TV came to life. There on the screen was Jean walking into the living room in my Sarasota home with two hunky males that obviously had too much time on their hands as demonstrated by their muscles and physiques -- they were gym rats.

Almost immediately, the two men started to make out with Jean. She obviously liked both men and reciprocated. Hands started roaming, especially the men's hands on her body, and then her hands on the front of the men's slacks.

I pulled Jean to me and kissed her. "You did a video. When did that happen?"

Jean grinned, "The weekend you were on the west coast buying Sierra over a month ago. Crystal and I had talked, and so I flew down to Sarasota one Friday morning. I had my office phone forwarded to my cellphone. Fortunately, no one called me while I was making the video. We did the video on Friday with Russ and Duke -- the two guys in the vid. I stayed over and was at the Saturday night party, too. Oh, I had such fun."

Meg was watching the TV screen with rapt attention. She gasped out, "God, you are really sexy. You should do more of these. I bet they sell a billion downloads."

"Crystal told me yesterday that the video had kind of gone viral on the six porn sites that it's on. Some guy named Matt Volpetti that she sells her stuff to wants more -- and fast. I'm going down again next Friday to do some more videos. Meanwhile, Carol and Troy -- her editors -- are scanning the parts of the videos that didn't get used to see whether they can assemble something else from those."

I teased, "You should take Meg. Get her to make a video with you."

Meg instantly started saying, "No. No. No. A thousand times no." She was shaking her head.

I smiled and poked at my HR directors bare ticklish spot. "Oh, see, she only did a 'thousand times no', and not more. She's left the door open."

In the video that had continued playing, Jean had been stripped of her clothes and somehow the men had gotten naked, too. Jean was alternately blowing one guy and then the other.

Jean pointed out, "Russ is on the left and Duke on the right."

I said, "Gym rats."

Jean nodded. "Yeah. They were both really solid. They had big cocks, too -- wide and not long. Crystal told me I could now share with you that after we finished doing the videos, she and Temple also fucked the two guys. I used one of the cameras on them. We had a lot of fun that afternoon, plus Crystal had them come to the Saturday party."

I shook my head but watched as Jean was giving a BJ to Russ as Duke worked his cock into her quim. This was good theater.

Meg and Jean both changed position and started in on my cock as the video kept playing. They took turns and then tried to synch their efforts as they ran their tongues up and down my length together. Meg was fondling my balls. That was new. I guess she was learning things somehow.

There was a light tapping at the front door. Jean popped up. "Oh, goody. Your last surprise for the night, at least for the ones that I know about."

She scampered off towards the door to the condo and peeked through the eyepiece to see who was at the door.

When the door was open, the whole living room was visible to anybody in the hallway. I grabbed my shirt and covered Meg and me, as much as I could spread out the material. Meg was peeking out from under the shirt at the door. She was grinning, so I figured she was 'in' on whatever this secret was.

Jean opened the door, and ...

I jumped up, "Chyanne!"

The teenager stopped and stared at my naked body. She said, "You remembered me? Wow?"

"I did. I do. What are you doing here?" Chyanne was one of the hotter teens that had been at the graduation party about year earlier. So much had happened in that time. She was a hot dirty blonde and seemed to be a champion at blowjobs as I recalled.

"I go to Georgia Tech. It's only about two or three miles from here. I'm in their computer science program, but all I get this year is an introductory course that I think I could teach, at least so far."

Jean escorted the teen more into the condo. She explained, "We already got started. Do you want to join us or are you just going to watch or make it a short visit?"

Chyanne laughed, and pulled her blouse over her head. Her bra immediately followed. She was wearing Daisy Duke shorts that must have been sprayed on, but they followed directly, leaving her as naked as we were.

Chy then came and pressed her small nude body into mine, trapping my hard-on between her stomach and my groin. She rubbed around a little as she grinned up at me. We kissed a few times.

I turned to Jean, "How'd you find Chy?"

"She was at the same Saturday party that I mentioned to you a few minutes ago. Because we were both from Atlanta, Carol made sure to introduce us. We compared notes and then contact information. She remembered you very fondly, and wanted to be with you again. Tonight is to fulfill her wish, and also to make her part of our growing Atlanta Sex Club."

Chy said, "Yes, I want to make love with you. You were so fabulous at the graduation party where I met you. I'd gone to that party where I met Jean in hopes of seeing you again, and then Jean and I cooked up this visit. I'm so glad that she included me."

I hugged the naked girl and gave Jean a 'What now?' look over Chy's shoulder.

Jean said to Chy, "We were just starting some blowjobs on our benefactor here. Want to help?"

I think to everyone's amazement, Chy immediately knelt down in front of where I stood, and then gulped down my entire cock in one slurp. She held the position as she looked up my torso at me. She tilted her head back and forth to provide some stimulation and then pulled off. She wasn't even out of breath.

Since I'd seen most of the women that I knew try to deep throat me, Chy's accomplishment with barely any effort and certainly no gagging or gasping for air was a major one. She repeated the experience thrice more, and then just started to bob up and down. As she did her tongue ran around and along my glans providing some unreal stimulation.

"I'd like to make love to you, darling," I chanted when I started to worry about cumming too early in the evening.

I glanced over and Jean and Meg were in a sixty-nine, eating the bejesus out of each other and loving it. Their moans told the story. On the TV, jean's pornographic video continued to play with the new gym rats.

Chyanne stood and pushed one of her breasts into my mouth. I eagerly sucked on the teat and aroused the nipple to a white-hot state. I switched sides, because I thought that balance was important.

"Can you do me?" she pleaded.

I pointed to the empty spot on the sofa. Chy just about threw her body into the spot, lifted her legs, spread them wide and pulled them back, totally exposing her quim to me.

I ate out the teen for about fifteen minutes. She was my dessert. She was so willing when I stopped and started to position my cock at her feminine doorstep. She smiled devilishly at me as I pushed my shaft entirely into her body in one slow, smooth, stroke.

"Oh, David. You feel so good inside me. I hope we get to do this often."

"I think we can arrange that. You seem to live near my second home, at least for the next three-plus years."

Soon, Chyanne and I were down on the floor of the living room on the thick pile rug. There was a rotation of women on my cock and on my mouth getting eaten. Even after I came, I participated in the eating out of my cum dumpster.

I rose to the occasion and satisfied all three women. I loved them and wanted them in my life. I needed more time to talk to each of them but that would have to wait.

I took all of them to bed with me. We slept nude and satisfied.

Tara sashayed across the patio and took a chair at the patio table where I sat reading in the shade. She announced proudly, "I got recognized as a porn star 9on the flight from LA to Dallas yesterday."

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, was there a problem?"

"Not unless the guy writes the airline. He must be a fan because he greeted me as Tara Skye -- that's my stage name for the porno videos. He was pretty decent about it, just gave me a wink and then stared at me at first, but not in a pervy way. He was near the front. It was almost as if he really liked seeing me with clothes on and not with a dick in my mouth or cunt."

I laughed, "Well, there is that. Did he tease you?"

"No. The flight wasn't full so I went and talked to him. No one else was around his seat. He lives in Dallas -- showed me pictures of his kids and his ex-wife. I asked him on a scale of one to ten, how big a fan he was? He told me he was a 'ten'. I got his address and thought I'd write him and maybe sent him a picture or two. Do you think that's too ... weird or kinky?"

"Not a bit, but you'll have to judge for yourself. Just don't make it appear that you're stalking him, or trying to get him to stalk you. That'd get weird."

"What would you think if I went out with him? He was handsome and very nice. He seemed like quite a conversationalist, although that was hard to tell with me having to pop around the cabin serving drinks, collecting trash, and such."

"As usual, if you go out with him, photo his license and send it immediately to one of us. We need a place to start looking for the body." I chuckled.

Tara swatted at my arm but smiled. "Good advice. I'll keep you posted. Maybe I'll send you some kinky pictures of the two of us doing something lewd."

"Now, you KNOW that I love those. I love getting ramped up by all you women."