Alphia Corporation Ch. 08

The car slowed to a gentle stop in front of the fancy high rise building. Carrie caught motion out of her eye through the smoky windows and then the door was opened.

Two doormen in uniforms stepped forward, ready to take luggage or to lend a hand as needed. The door opened for her and she found herself looking at a young black man, impeccably dressed in his uniform. He glanced at the chairman and then at Carrie. He blinked once at the sight of Carrie on the Chairman's lap but otherwise he was entirely professional.

"Ma'am?" He extended his hand to her.

Carrie accepted his hand he helped her from the car.

The Chairman followed. "Thank you, Jamal."

"Yes, sir," Jamal responded.

"Roberto?" The Chairman said in a slightly louder voice. A tall, lean hispanic man in his 40s also in a doorman's uniform had been leaning down to speak with Stan through the passenger side window, his hand on the roof of the car.

He looked relaxed and confident.

Roberto, nodding at something Stan had said, stood up and spoke to the Chairman.

"Sir, you requested that a third doorman be on tonight. We have Elizabeth working the desk right now," Roberto responded, eyeing the Chairman and Carrie. "There is not likely to be much traffic this time of night. She can handle the duties on her own. If she runs into any trouble she can reach us."

"That's fine," the chairman replied. "I would like to introduce you to Mrs. Samuel Stevenson. Carrie is the wife of an employee of mine."

Roberto looked to Carrie with a smile. It was pretty clear that Roberto knew the score. Jamal looked surprised given the manner in which Carrie and Mr. Jones had arrived. Carrie could see his wheels turning and she flushed.

Carrie glanced at the Chairman who was wearing a neutral expression.

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," Roberto said, extending his hand.

"Thank you, Roberto," she said and shook his hand. Roberto's hand was rough and strong but he had a nice smile and clever eyes.

Jamal smiled genuinely at her. "Good to meet you, Mrs. Stevenson," he said as he pushed the car door closed. He tapped on the roof of the car and Stan immediately wheeled it out of the semi-circle driveway and turned down a side street. Carrie watched him recede into the evening dark with a small feeling of relief.

"I would like you gentlemen to join us in the apartment," the Chairman said as he put a hand on the small of Carrie's back. Roberto and Jamal held the doors open and then followed she and the Chairman through the beautiful marble foyer to the bank of elevators.

The Chairman leaned down to Carrie and spoke to her in a low voice so that only she could hear. "Roberto has been my loyal doorman for almost 10 years. Jamal is new, but Roberto says he is an honest, hard working young man."

Carrie glanced up at the Chairman. She looked back at Roberto and Jamal. Roberto was speaking quietly to Jamal who had a shocked expression on his face as he stared at Carrie. Carrie dropped her gaze as soon as their eyes met. He was a handsome young man and she flushed in anticipation of the evening.

Once in the elevator, Roberto swiped a card to unlock the Penthouse apartment. Carrie put herself in the corner, next to the Chairman, so that he stood between her and the two attractive but strange men. She felt very alone, very small, very aroused, very anxious and very, very female. The scent of the men around her made her feel almost drunk with anticipation.

She felt the elevator accelerate upwards and in only a few moments it stopped at the top floor and the doors opened into a marble floored entryway. It was clear that the Chairman's apartment was the entire top floor of the high-rise building.

Carrie could see a dining room and a kitchen gleaming in stainless steel and marble ahead of her and to the left. To her right was a living room with a huge window, running almost the entire length and height of the apartment, the lights of the city below and in the distance twinkling prettily in the evening light.

"You have the champagne on ice?" Mr. Jones asked the two doormen.

"Of course, sir," Carrie could almost hear a touch of surprise in Roberto's voice.

"Excellent," the Chairman replied. "Jamal, bring the champagne and four glasses to the living room. Roberto, come with Mrs. Stevenson and me."

Carrie barely heard Jamal's response as he headed into the kitchen area and disappeared behind some corner. He gave Carrie a glance with his big eyes as he disappeared into the kitchen, but Mr. Jones had his had on the small of Carrie's back again, this time guiding her to the large room with the windows showing the city lights. There were several expensive looking pieces of furniture staged about. Mr. Jones picked up a remote from a table and thumbed a few buttons.

The lights dimmed as a panel slid back from a wall to expose an elegant gas fireplace. There was the briefest of a hiss as the flames leaped to life and at the same time, soft music could be heard, emanating from all directions.

Carrie had her hand on Mr. Jones' arm, her lovely stiletto heels not perfect for the thick, soft carpeting on the floor.

Roberto stood nearby, attentive but not close enough to be intrusive. Mr. Jones directed his attention to Roberto first.

"Roberto, Mrs. Stevenson's husband has been granted a significant promotion at Alphia Corporation, and one of the reasons for that promotion is this stunning creature on my arm," he said, nodding at Carrie.

Carrie could sense Roberto's nod.

The Chairman bent down to kiss Carrie. She paused for a moment, but quickly

opened her mouth to him. He wrapped her in one strong arm while the other reached down to fondle her ass right in front of Roberto.

She heard a murmur of appreciation from behind her. She could feel the Chairman smile as he kissed her. "This is your first opportunity, with me, to show me how much you support Sam's career," Mr. Jones murmured to the lovely married woman in his arms.

He turned her around, still in his arms, so that they were both facing the doorman. The Chairman had one hand on Carrie's hip and the other cupping one of her breasts. Carrie was so excited she felt her whole body flush, but she was unable to meet Roberto's intense gaze. She felt more than heard Mr. Jones' chuckle and then his hand left her breast to touch her chin. He lifted her face up so that she had to look Roberto in the eye.

"You are an absolutely beautiful woman," Roberto said in a wonderful hispanic accent.

His voice was husky and it sent shivers down Carrie's spine. "I look forward to treasuring you tonight."

The Chairman gave her a push and she stumbled forward in her sexy but impractical heels. Roberto steadied her and then pulled her face to meet his. In a moment, she was deep kissing the handsome, latin stranger. His body was lean and hard and he was insistent. His tongue tasted distantly like cigarettes which ordinarily would have turned Carrie off, but he was ... new and different, and she felt herself grow even more aroused.

She melded herself to him, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He lifted her

to her tiptoes and she raised one elegant foot in the classic pose. Their tongues thrashed as Roberto's hands began to wander aggressively. Carrie did not know how long the kiss had lasted, but there was a sound to her right and she broke the kiss to look.

Jamal, the young black man, was standing in the entrance to the room, his eyes wide in excitement and surprise. Roberto laughed as he stroked Carrie's hair and held her close. "I told you there were perks to doing good work for Mr. Jones," he said to Jamal.

Jamal nodded, his eyes wide. He looked from Roberto to Carrie to Mr. Jones and back again, waiting ... and hoping ... for instructions and permission.

Carrie smiled at him. He was beautiful. His uniform fit him very well indeed, and his dark skin was lightly illuminated by the soft light in the room and the twinkling city lights from the window. He was young, maybe in his early twenties. His dreadlocks swayed slightly as he nervously shifted from foot to foot.

Carrie knew what the Chairman wanted without being told, and Jamal's obvious anxiousness emboldened her. Still in Roberto's arms, she extracted one elegant hand and reached towards Jamal, making a sexy, come hither motion.

Jamal stumbled forward, still clearly hoping that the evening would continue but unsure of himself in the strange and delicious situation. Carrie reached for him when he got close and pulled him down for a kiss.

It was awkward, because Jamal and Roberto were close to one another and Carrie smiled to herself as she felt Jamal's need through his fumbling kiss. He stopped all of a sudden and stood up, moving slightly away from Roberto but still close to Carrie. The men were looking at the Chairman who had by now removed his suit coat.

He nodded and she knew he wanted her to return to him. As she approached, he was undoing his cufflinks in preparation for removing his shirt. She approached the Chairman but turned to face the two doormen at Mr. Jones' unspoken instruction. He took a step forward and moved her blonde hair away from the nape of her neck, to reach the clasp at the top of the zipper on her dress.

Carrie moved her head so that he could more easily grasp the tiny bit of metal. He located it expertly and drew the zipper on her dress down her neck, all the way down her back to the top of her ass. She could see the intense stares of Roberto and Jamal as the Chairman unzipped her dress, loosening it and causing the front to gap open. Jamal was actually shaking with desire.

"Tell these men who you are and why you are here," the Chairman instructed Carrie as he continued to disrobe.

She smiled at Roberto and then gave Jamal a dazzling smile. His mouth and eyes were wide open as Carrie tugged the dress down over her shoulders.

"I am married, and my name is Mrs. Sam Stevenson," Carrie said. She stopped the downward motion of her dress at just the tops of her breasts. "My husband knows I am here to play."

She let the dress fall. Her breasts were revealed and the dress bunched at the flare of her hips, adding to her sense of exposure.

There was a low whistle from Roberto and an intake of breath from Jamal. She could see their eyes on her tits and it gave her a sense of confidence.

"Sam knows I am here tonight to play," Carrie said, winking sexily at the stunned Jamal. She slowly pushed her dress over the flare of her hips, "which is why Sam sent me out with Mr. Jones without any panties on."

She pushed her dress past her hips where gravity took over and it pooled on the ground at her feet. Carrie posed for a moment, allowing the men to hungrily devour her body, completely nude but for slutty thigh high, stiletto heels ... and a wedding ring.

Jamal looked like a statue, if a statue was ever rigid with desire and confusion wanting more than anything to fuck.

Carrie tried to emulate Karen's elegant strut from last weekend, and fully naked she stalked Jamal.

"Sir?" Jamal squeaked, talking to the Chairman, looking for permission or instruction. He blushed.

"Jamal, my young man, Mrs. Stevenson is a gift to you and to Roberto ... and to me, from her husband. She will please you any way you like, but ..." ...

Carrie stopped partway to the horny Jamal, "you may not fuck her ass, and no one cums inside her pussy until I do. Not her husband, and not you three," the Chairman concluded.

Jamal just nodded mutely and Carrie continued her advance. She reached him, kissed him and whispered in his ear. "You are really cute," she whispered to him, one hand fondling him through his pants.

And it was true. Jamal was a healthy, strong young man in his early twenties, still probably college age and in Carrie's lust-filled eyes he was beautiful.

She also recalled the Chairman's promise that she was not going to cum until she sucked some dicks. "I presume he meant Jamal and Roberto," Carrie thought to herself.

She was incredibly aroused and wanted to cum again soon, but it wouldn't hurt to stretch things out a bit, and Jamal was really cute. "Why don't you take off your clothes? I'd love to see you before ... well, would you like to start with a blowjob?" She asked, chuckling softly into his ear.

Jamal didn't bother to answer her as he scrambled out of his uniform in record time and then Carrie was back in his arms. This time she could feel the heat from his body. He was well-built and fit and his black cock looked shocking against the white of her hand.

"Mmm," Carrie said and kissed him one more time before sinking to her knees. His chest was bare and smooth but for faint lines of muscle that cleaved his abdomen and outlined his pecs. Carrie ran a hand on that smooth hard body and took his cock in her mouth.

This was the third - and not surely to be the last - man in her mouth for the day. "I haven't done that since College," Carrie thought to herself. She glanced up to see Jamal's face. "Oh my God, he isn't going to last long at all."

She could hear the other men murmur and move about as they undressed. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Roberto hop a little as he stepped out his trousers. She was concentrating on the pleasurable task in hand ... and mouth ... but she could hear Mr. Jones reassure the young man whose dick was being expertly sucked by the pretty married white woman at his feet that it was perfectly acceptable to cum her in her mouth.

Jamal was panting and shaking, and his hands hovering around her head. He clearly wanted to shove her down on his cock. Carrie murmured encouragement to him as she pushed her face down on him. She felt his hands on her head but he held her still as he fucked her face. He was surprisingly gentle, and did not try to force anything down her throat but he was close ... and then he barked and erupted.

Carrie choked as the first spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat but she knew to keep sucking. He groaned and whined and his dick spasmed and gushed and Carrie grasped his cock and stroked it gently, allowing her mouth and tongue to do most of the work, sucking all of the cum he had. After a few moments he stumbled back and almost fell. Carrie smiled around the sticky, salty fluid in her mouth. She opened up to show him and he groaned. She swallowed, wiped her mouth prettily and turned to look at Roberto.

Sam's head was going to just explode when she could describe her night to him.

Roberto was naked and stroking a hard cock. He immediately moved into position in front of her.

"Hang on," the Chairman said and Roberto's eyes went wide, hoping that he was going to get his turn with the gorgeous slut at his feet. Carrie glanced behind her. The Chairman was carefully hanging up his suit pants and was otherwise fully naked, his cock at half mast.

"Go sit over there, Roberto. She can suck you off while I try out her pussy. By the time I'm done with her, Jamal will probably be ready to go again. I want him to fuck her too before Stan takes her back home."

"Oh my God I LOVE THIS JOB!!" Jamal said loudly. Good natured male laughter rolled about the room and Carrie grinned at him. He was a beautiful man. He looked shocked that he had said it out loud and flushed in embarrassment.

Roberto offered Carrie a hand up. She smiled at the incongruity of his polite and respectful offer of her hand so that he could position her to put his dick in her mouth. Roberto smiled knowingly at her and Carrie realized that she was certainly not the first Alphia junior executive wife that Roberto had helped introduce to The Arrangement.

Carrie briefly wondered by Karen had not alerted to the fact that she would be given to the doormen. She snorted. "I hope Lauren Boosier has had to fuck the help," she thought wickedly to herself, imagining how Lauren would think of the two doormen.

Roberto pulled Carrie over to a comfortable, plush armchair. He sat on the edge, spread his legs and leaned back to allow him a good view of the lovely woman dropping to her knees to blow him.

Roberto was not as good-looking as Jamal, but he was fit and lean. There was a touch of grey in his hair and although he was gentle, his hands were hard and rough on her breasts. He was different than other lovers Carrie had enjoyed in the recent past and that was exciting.

She went down on her hands and knees, spreading her legs to allow the Chairman access to her cunt while she took Robert's hard cock in her hand and covered the head with her mouth. Roberto sighed in utter happiness and contentment as he relaxed into a very skilled blowjob from yet another amazingly hot slutwife.

He tangled her long blonde hair in his fingers and piled it up on the top of her head so that he had control over the rhythm of the suck and he could better see Mrs. Stevenson's pretty face as she slurped and sucked on him. She could see Jamal lean forward eagerly to better see Carrie suck Roberto's dick.

Roberto was different than Jamal. Not as urgent, but just as determined to reach orgasm. Carrie knew that he was going to make her work for his cum. He smiled down at her and Carrie smiled back up at him, lightly nipping his penis with her sharp teeth.

"Ahh," he jolted upright and laughed. "None of that now, sweetheart. Just suck."

Carrie nodded and went back to slurping on the doorman's cock. Together they build a pleasant rhythm. He liked a steady, sensual blowjob and Carrie was happy to obey. When he wanted a change in the rhythm he was able to control her with soft pressure on her head. Despite the scene, it was a pleasant, companionable exchange. Roberto knew what he wanted and Carrie knew how to provide it to him.

The combination of Jamal's hunky sexiness and his incredible, out of control need for her, her exposure and submission to the men and the feeling of the Chairman eyeing her and preparing himself to ... FINALLY ... take her, was making Carrie unbelievably horny.

Carrie knew that she was fully exposed to the Chairman. She wiggled her ass and pressed the small of her back down to make herself even more available to him. She gave an involuntary moan as she felt the Chairman approach her from behind. She could feel his satisfaction radiate from him as she felt him slip into place between her legs.

He ran a hand possessively across her back and then around to her breasts as he prepared to mount Sam's wife for the first time. The hand that had been fondling her tits moved downward to the cleft between her legs. Carrie gasped but managed to keep her rhythm going on Roberto's now very hard cock.

The Chairman teased her cunt with the tip of his cock even as he fingered her clitoris. Carrie moaned.

"I am certainly looking forward to lunch tomorrow with your husband," the Chairman teased her with his voice and the tip of his cock. "Describing the scene in the moment that I fully claimed his woman as yet another of my corporate slutwives will be quite pleasurable."

She tried not to stop her rhythmic sucking because she knew that that was what Roberto enjoyed, but she could not avoid her own needs. She shuddered and sighed and moaned. Her pussy became even more wet and then ... Thank God! ... the Chairman was inside her. He took her slowly. She was wet enough for him to just impale her to the hilt in a single thrust but he instead went halfway, and back out, and partway.

Carrie whined and Roberto took her head in his hands and held her still so that he could enjoy himself, fucking her face. Carrie was shaking with her own need now, and the Chairman was leaning over her, still teasing her by filling her cunt only partway and moving slowly even as he fingered her clit. She wanted to scream.

Keeping away from Roberto's penis, Mr. Jones leaned over her and put his mouth to her ear as he slid entirely inside her vagina. Finally. Carrie moaned her appreciation. "You to get cum after you get Roberto off, Mrs. Stevenson."