Alex - 10 Days of Torment Ch. 32

As soon as she felt his stream start to subside, the trail falling down between her breasts to her abdomen, her eyes flew open and she smiled. Then she pounced. Flying forward she shoved his cock down her throat and began sucking him wildly, bringing him back to full hardness in a matter of seconds. Her enthusiasm over what she'd just let him do had counteracted any remorse he might have started to have. The second he realized her body language was telling him what she really felt, he relaxed and let loose. And that allowed him to become the hard-cocked stag she needed.

Pulling off, she flipped around and assumed the slut position; ass up, tits down, her chest against the cool grass as she reached behind and pulled her cheeks apart.

"Fuck my ass! Ram that fat thing in me and fuck my ass!"

He lined up and shoved, trying to hold the camera as steady as possible to capture the entry. He went halfway inside and kept reaming. Sawing back and forth, he bottomed out in just a few strokes. She moaned as she felt the girth filling her up. She'd imagined him taking her ass for weeks, using it as masturbatory fuel during her stay at the clinic. Some of her best performances on the security cameras they used were from that fantasy... which was thankfully once again a reality.

He bucked into her. She slammed back into him, knowing some of his power was lost by holding the camera. She knew he wouldn't stop. She didn't want him to. So she was doing her part as a perfect whore. And that was how she was thinking of herself, instead of a slut. She wasn't sure why, but it was important for her to be for him the woman she was for so many men in Las Vegas; to show not only what she was capable of sexually, but also what she was willing to do for him. It was a submission, but it showed her power, not any weakness. And it was being captured for her on video forever.

It was glorious, the reconnection they'd started in the bedroom taking a bizarre turn, but one that showed the essence of their relationship. They were trusting each other, unafraid to explore. They were both mending and building, forging a brave new path through their sexual bonding.

Her pleasure was coming from his, giving of herself in the most primal way possible. She loved feeling like a possession, being used. She was truthful in her confession about wanting to eventually return to Vegas and escort again. She would do it safely, without drugs, and with someone she trusted. She had visions of Ashley becoming her new partner in that kind of crime. She was hopeful of forging that kind of friendship with her.

He grabbed her by the hair for more stability, yanking her up. She squealed from the aggressiveness of it, then growled and he twisted her mane around his fist.

"FUCK ME! USE MY ASS!" she bellowed out, her voice demanding.

He did, able to go harder. Still he tried to keep the camera steady. It was difficult, but he was doing a better job of it than he could have anticipated.

Eventually Alex felt his balls churning and lift up, the tightness of her magnificent ass bringing his load to a boil. The inside of his thighs burned from the exertion he was expending. She sensed him tiring yet knew he was close. Pulling forward, she told him to stand as she spun around on her knees. Swallowing his cock again, she began fucking him with her face, doing all the work while he captured her incredible beauty.

"I'MMMMM CUMMMMIIIINNNG!"

Her head flew back, her hand jacking him hard and fast. She opened her mouth, aiming the head. His sperm shot out, the first blast rocketing off her left eye, which closed just in time. She giggled as he splattered all over her face, filling her mouth in the process. Once again he erupted with eight or nine thick, heavy spurts.

She took him back in her mouth when he finished, sucking and squeezing, making sure she got every drop. When she was convinced she had, she leaned back like she had when they first got outside.

Winking, she said, "Do it again, baby."

He didn't hesitate that time. He stepped forward and grabbed her by the hair, holding her steady as he aimed. She changed tactics too, opening her mouth wide for him. The hot stream of urine landed on her lips and face, then began filling her beautiful mouth. She'd closed the back of her throat, letting it gather, smiling brightly with her emerald eyes. He couldn't recall her being that excited, and yet she was. He could see it in how her chest flushed, rising and falling quickly. He filled her mouth to the point of overflowing, and she let it, loving the warmth as it drooled down her cheeks and chin to her breasts. It was such a wicked thing to do for him, and she loved it.

When he finished, she winked again and swallowed it all. He shivered at what he'd witnessed. He wasn't sure he believed it even happened, yet he'd filmed the whole thing.

Christina got to her feet, standing close to him. She wanted to, but it was too much to think about asking of him. It was too much, the idea of kissing him after what she'd just done. It would be taking the interaction too far. He turned off the camera, looking into her inquisitive eyes. She was looking for some kind of validation, hoping he wasn't disgusted by her behavior. The silence was making her feel self-conscious.

"Baby?"

"I can't believe you did that, Chris."

"I needed to. You have to know who I am now. What kind of whore I've been for men. What kind of hotwife I'll be for you."

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply. She swooned, the idea that he didn't care actually making her cum a little just from the possessiveness of his mouth taking hers.

"You're my hotwife. I let you do it for other men."

"Yes, baby," she sighed. "But I need to do it for you. And I will, anytime you want me to, along with all the other things I'm capable of. I need you to know that, and not be scared to want that from me. Please?"

"I won't. I promise."

"HEY YOU PERVERTS! GET OFF MY LAWN!"

They looked up, seeing Maggie in her window. She was smiling, which was followed by slow-clapping. Alex smiled bashfully. Christina waved playfully. Then she slipped off her heels and walked toward the pool, diving in to clean herself off. She did a couple of laps, before she came out using a ladder. Walking in his direction, she picked up her shoes at her feet.

"I'm going to go shower. I'll see you in bed, baby," she said as she kissed his cheek.

He watched her sexy ass sway as she made her way to the house. Turning, he looked up at Maggie. "How long have you been watching?"

"I saw the whole thing. Can't wait to see the replay on Pornhub."

"She's actually thinking about starting an OnlyFans account."

"Oh my God! Yes! She and I should do that together!"

"I'll tell her you're interested."

"Awesome!"

"I love you."

"I love you too. So does our wife."

"I know. Now more than ever. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

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Friday Afternoon, August 30th

Christina hit the button on the visor to open the garage door she'd pulled in front of. It was a huge three-car variety that was so deep it actually held her Lincoln Navigator with ease. She waited for it to open, noticing Maggie's Mini Cooper in it's spot, tucked in the back, going in a parallel direction to the way she was facing. Alex had figured out a way to improvise to accommodate four vehicles inside.

The Navigator had moved from the middle space to the one on the far left, closest to the entry to the house. The Mini was parked along the back wall, the rear end against the right side wall of the garage itself. That allowed access to the driver side door. He had switched to parking his Mercedes in the middle position. That left the right side available for Christina to park the new ride she was in. A 2020 BMW 840i convertible, in a beautiful slate blue metallic.

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She'd taken the job with Gerard, overseeing his programs for women at all ten of his facilities. He'd hired five women to handle two fitness centers each. She was in charge of overseeing all of them, working out of the one closest to her house where her boyfriend was also based. Even though she was delegating most of the classes, she'd had to work hard to figure out how to teach, but it came easier to her than she expected. She made sure she had a couple of classes she was in charge of on her own, thinking it would be impossible to manage others if she didn't know how to do what she was asking of them.

Those in her classes thought she was a polished professional. In truth, she was too hard on herself, and that proved to be her biggest obstacle. But one she'd moved past early on. She'd just finished her eighth week on the job, and she'd become comfortable enough in her position that it felt like she'd been there for years.

She'd quickly assimilated herself in other parts of her job. In fact, one that Gerard hadn't anticipated was her using her economic skills to his advantage. He began to listen to her financial advice. She was in charge of her and Alex's impressive investment portfolio at home, watching the markets daily and looking for new opportunities. Gerard's was also quite remarkable, but she pointed out that his LLC was vulnerable because even though it was diversified by being spread out over several different entities and revenue streams, they were all similar in type.

Besides the anchor of his businesses, which were the ten fitness center locations, he had the day care facilities which were loosely tied to them. Then there was the security firm that provided help for special events and various entertainment venues. The stakes he had in Sasha's salon and Uncle Felix's motel were also similar in concept. Christina offered a view that while each of them were a valued service, they were all dependent on individuals with discretionary income using them, and in the event of a sudden recession it would leave him extremely vulnerable from a cashflow standpoint.

All of his businesses needed people to come to him. She stated that he needed to become involved in something that people would need regardless of economic circumstances. In that vein, she set up a meeting between him and Emily Swanson, the woman Alex had won a lawsuit for against the Patterson Corporation. It was the case that was influenced by Ashley being forced to use a questionable legal strategy, which ultimately led to her becoming an attorney with Alex's firm.

Emily had been able to take key clients away from Patterson because of her abilities and forward thinking. She was a genius when it came to marketing and implementation of supply chain needs for the medical profession. Hospitals, clinics and doctors offices. Her only weakness was in investment capital to support the distribution system of the product lines she'd secured on the west coast, three of which she'd developed herself. That was the crux of the lawsuit. Her contract with Patterson had no clause in it about intellectual property, and she contended she was free to take the products she'd personally developed with her upon being separated by wrongful termination. She'd grown so fast after the lawsuit that she couldn't expand fast enough. She needed a second distribution facility, with a more streamlined customer portal that could be integrated with her current location.

The meeting with Gerard went far better than Christina hoped. It had been facilitated by Ashley, who was doing her best to make up for the heartache she'd caused Emily. Alex's firm had been hired to ensure no breach of the settlement was created during any expansion, knowing that Patterson was still angry about how things had played out. He was about to lose the lion's share of the market his family business had dominated unchallenged for decades to a former employee that had a vision that had gone ignored by her bosses, but not by her clients.

Christina knew through Alex and Maggie what Emily needed, and she knew through Gerard that he had two buildings he already owned and had been renovated but had yet to find a tenant that made sense. Instead of being a landlord, Christina suggested he use his growing influence in the neighborhood he was trying to rejuvenate and put his own business there. She helped him get accredited as a minority business owner, something he'd neglected to capitalize on before. That, combined with Emily being classified as women-owned entity, created some advantages in taxation and favorable banking terms. The two came to an agreement, and both buildings were in the process of being converted into distribution centers for medical equipment and supplies. In phase one, he was looking at employing another eighty to a hundred people in an area desperate for new jobs. It would likely double when the second of the two buildings went on line. The deal would solidify Emily's stronghold on her future. Immediately after agreeing to partner with Gerard on the distribution facilities, she was awarded four more five-year contracts with health systems that had been waiting on the security of knowing they'd be taken care of.

It was that kind of partnership between Christina and Gerard that had proven she was the right person for his company. She had a vision and drive of her own, and was looking out for him, not herself like her predecessor. Case in point, she refused the ridiculous salary that he'd been paying Brandi. She said it was foolish to pay her that much when he'd taken on the salary of five other women to cover the other gyms. Her argument was founded, even though he countered that having that additional staff should bring in more revenue because there would be more classes at each location. Brandi was spread too thin to do that part of the job even remotely adequate enough.

That didn't mean Christina didn't reap any benefits of her own. They agreed on a base salary of $100,000 per year, plus an incentive program that included a percentage of the profits generated from the programs in her charge. She didn't require insurance because she was on Alex's, and she opted out of the 401k program because she did her own investing.

The car was also a part of her financial compensation. He'd traded in the one Brandi had, not feeling right about just giving it to Christina. There were too many memories involved, and while most of them were good, if there were even one bad one that came from the exchange it wouldn't have been right in his eyes. Instead he took it to the dealership himself to get the trade in value, then he took Christina there and insisted she pick out whatever she wanted. The car fit her personality. Free, adventurous, sexy, sporty. Even a bit flashy. It was a symbol of who she'd become as a hotwife, but also who she was as a person in general.

Then there were the fringe benefits that made the job so attractive. She'd taken over the role of the company slut, with a purpose and grace the twenty-one men in her care couldn't have fathomed possible. They'd gone from having what they thought was the best of all possible work bonuses in Brandi, to having that taken away because of her lying, reckless, destructive behavior. Then out of seemingly nowhere, they had the benefit restored with a woman that not only was full of beauty and life inside and out, she was a superior slut... the news of which had been quickly discovered and shared, just as Alex had predicted.

That number of men including Gerard, even though she'd made it clear to all of them from the start that he was her boyfriend, and she was his partner and right hand in the corporate structure. In fact, the Emily Swanson deal that was finalized in the first two weeks of her employment brought with it an instant promotion, in title, at least. Christina was named the Vice President and Chief Financial Officer of GTA2 LLC, reporting directly to Gerard's President and CEO positions.

Her initial interaction with the staff, informing them that she'd be taking care of them sexually, was done via a video conference call on her very first day on the job. It was a total surprise, as they'd been told there would be a major announcement about the structure of the gyms, but nothing more. They were stunned when Gerard introduced her. She popped up on another screen, waving and smiling. He logged off and left her alone to address them.

She informed them that she'd be having similar calls every Monday and Friday mornings at 8:00 AM sharp, and their attendance on screen was mandatory. They found that odd, especially the two men that were in the facility where she was going to be working out of. But the reasoning was spelled out during the meeting.

Christina went over what had happened to her, and how Brandi had not only breached her trust and friendship, as well as Gerard's, she'd put her in literal danger. She talked about the drugs she been forced to use, and the chances she'd had to take. She was blunt and succinct in her words, but doing so in a way that conveyed her strength and focus going forward. While she didn't have to, she acknowledged that she identified as a recovering addict, and discussed her treatment at the rehab clinic she'd attended. She informed them that as a part of her employment, she would be attending biweekly NA meetings, and would also be tested weekly for drugs at Gerard's expense. If she were to have anything in her system besides THC, which they'd negotiated because it was legal in California and the use supported via documentation by her personal counselor, she would be immediately terminated for cause. And that was at her insistence, wanting to be constantly held accountable. Part of her weekly blood draw would also be a workup for STD's, because of what she'd done in the past, and would be doing in the future.

"So here's the thing," she said in that initial conference call. "I'm putting myself through this, because I never would have believed it could happen to me, and yet it did. I'm insisting Gerard hold me true to my values. I can smoke pot and drink alcohol, but nothing illegal. Which means you can't either. So, I need you to be honest with me right now. If anyone among you are doing hard drugs, now is the time to come clean about it. I won't fuck someone that's using. I'll know, and it'll put me in a compromised situation. We'll get you help if you tell me now. But starting in two weeks, you're all going to be tested monthly for drugs and STD's. I'm willing to start this job with a grace period, but I'm not going to keep fucking people that aren't clean."

No one offered themselves up. She really didn't expect them to. Her belief was that they were shocked to find out Brandi had been that kind of woman, giving her extensive physical fitness background. None of the men that worked at the centers as instructors did steroids, which Gerard was totally against, just like he was other hard drugs. For them to do something else that might harm them was against their internal code.

With no affirmative response that any of them had a problem, the idea of being tested was annoying, but they understood. Especially after hearing the horror story Christina shared of what she'd been through. The testing for STD's made sense. Her alternative of condoms if they refused was met with a less than enthusiastic response. Better to be tested than have to wear a raincoat on their cock just to be with her.

She spelled out her weekly schedule. Tuesdays and Thursdays she would be at the facility she'd be calling home base, teaching a class or two herself. She would be working 8:00 to 4:00 each day during the summer, and her hours would be adjusted once the kids were back in school.

Wednesday would be dedicated to her duties as Gerard's assistant, what would become the VP and CFO roles she didn't see coming at the time of that initial video meeting, which would technically put her second in command and a second boss to all of them watching her on their screens. Not that that would become a problem. They all respected authority and the way she was carrying herself in the chat was professional and personal. They all really liked her.