Depravity Pt. 08: The Conclusion

* Here's the last installment. Again sorry it took so long. It is a particularly long episode though, and it finishes off the series in what I think is a suitably apt way. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks to all the people who've followed me, commented (positively) and sent me messages. I love you all.

Particular thanks go to graymangazer for his comments.

Penny

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Louise

I awoke the next morning with a clear idea of what I was going to do. My plan was to drive to Bristol, gatecrash the conference Steve was at and come clean to him, tell him everything, the whole shebang, the blackmail, Michael's pervy challenges and even the shit at the lesbian club. Then the two of us could come up with a solution together. Two heads are better than one as they say. I wasn't sure how he'd react, but things had escalated way beyond my control and I needed him to know what had been going on, so that we could stop Michael in his tracks.

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I stood stark naked in front of the mirror. My hair was matted with Michael's spunk from the previous night, and there was a scabrous strip of dried up encrusted spunk on my tits. Hmm nice.

Possibly the longest, hottest shower later, I stepped out into the sauna of a bathroom. I confess maybe I had played the shower head over my pussy for an unfeasibly long time, but I needed to relax OK. Don't judge me.

Dressing in something comfortable, I went to the kitchen and made food, no point travelling all that way on an empty stomach. After polishing off some eggs bacon and potato cakes , I then spent nearly an hour looking for the location of Steve's hotel. I knew he'd written it down somewhere but despite frantically searching all over the house for it, I only discovered it when I'd given up hope of finding it and was about to phone him.

It was in my bag with my phone. Great. I looked up the traffic reports and headed off to Bristol. The traffic around London was stupidly congested and in frustration I stopped off for a long coffee break in a service station along the way. This should have been relaxing but I clumsily tipped my coffee down myself and ended up with a rather hideous brown stain over my cream blouse.

Eventually, I arrived in Bristol and after the out dated sat-nav had tried to lead me down a one way street the wrong way and multiple circulations of the ring road I made it to the hotel. By this time it was approaching evening and getting dark.

Entering the hotel lobby I saw a multitude of business suits wandering about the place, but unfortunately no sign of Steve. I tried ringing his mobile but it went straight to voicemail. I anxiously paced the foyer in the hope that I might see him, but ultimately gave up on the idea and approached the receptionist.

"Hello, can you tell me which room Steve Connor is staying in?" I asked of the receptionist.

She replied in a eastern European accent that she wasn't allowed to tell me.

"I'm his wife." I said expectantly.

"Ve are not permitted to give out our clients details." She said unhelpfully and with a little too much relish.

"Vell I think ve need to talk to the manager then," I said rudely copying her imperious accent.

I looked to her name tag, and then to my watch. "Times ticking Martia." I added impatiently. I was in no mood to be fucked about with. She glared at me like I'd killed her pet cat, and then eaten it front of her, and resignedly picked up the phone. A few moments later a harassed looking bald man approached.

"I believe we have a problem?" He asked me.

I could see beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Yes we do." I said emphasizing the word we. "I need to see my husband urgently and I want Martia over here to tell me what room he's in so I can go and find him."

"Could you not try phoning him." he said patronisingly.

"I have tried that ... Carl." I said reading his name tag. "Believe it or not, that was the first thing I thought of. I'm guessing he's in a conference still, so can't answer the phone." I answered in an equally patronising tone.

"Now how about you find out what room he's in, try ringing him to see if he's there, and if he's not you take me to the room and I'll wait for him."

"I...I...I'm afraid that's against hotel policy..."

I cut him off, grabbing his tie and pulling him close.

"Listen Carl", I spat through my teeth, "I need, and I mean need, to see my husband quite urgently. I've spent the best part of 4 hours stuck in traffic. I've dropped coffee down my top." I gestured to the big ugly brown stain, and continued, "My bladder is fit to bursting and I'm extremely pissed off with the whole fucking world right now. Get it?"

He nodded dumbly.

I pulled him even closer with his tie so our faces were virtually touching.

"Now. Carl. Are you going to show me to my husband's room, or am I going to show you just how much of a bitch I can be?"

Ten minutes later after answering some questions that confirmed I was Steve's wife, Carl was opening the door to his room. With nothing to do but wait for Steve to turn up, I idly watched TV and waited for him to return. Time ticked on but he still didn't come back. I did think of going looking for him in the bar, but if I locked myself out I didn't want to have to repeat my earlier performance with Carl. Finally, I heard noises outside the door in the corridor. It was the sound of voices, multiple voices, a man, and woman. Shit. Had Carl put me in the wrong room on purpose to humiliate me.

No, I'd seen Steve's stuff in here.

There was feminine laughter from outside.

Shit. In a moment of panic I dived under the bed. It wasn't a divan and there was just enough room for me to scrabble under before the door lock beeped and the door opened revealing a triangle of golden light from the corridor. I kept as still as I could. Why had I burrowed under the bed I asked myself. It was my husband's room after all. I peered towards the door. I could make out three sets of legs, two women and a man.

"Bonnie tells us that now you've been promoted you're the man to impress if we want a raise."

The other woman giggled out loud. Hearing that name made my blood boil. 'Bonnie!' What was she up to, what was going on here... had she hypnotised Steve like she did me at the Pink Parrot?

"I'm not sure about that Ashley." replied Steve. "However, your party trick at the bar -tying a cherry stem in a knot with your tongue, I'm sure that's got to be worth some kind of reward."

Both of the women cackled.

"That's not the only trick she can do with her tongue."

"Shut up, Mandy."

"So, about my pay rise would you like to see my CV?" Ashley purred to Steve.

"Erm you've got your C..." he broke off as the sound of buttons being popped undone stopped him mid sentence.

"I've got all the right qualifications."

"Mmmmm I can see you have." Steve purred.

Jesus! For fuck's sake I couldn't believe what I was hearing, it was making me cringe. Should I shuffle out from under the bed and start screaming at them, and let them know I was here? No Louise, keep calm I told myself, just wait it out and see where this goes..

Steve

I'd woken up from the previous night with Bonnie feeling more than a little guilty. What the hell had I been thinking. If Louise ever found out what had happened... Hell, if Michael ever found out what happened, I'd be toast on both counts, in fact I didn't know who would be more pissed, my wife or my boss. I just hoped to God (not that I believed) that neither of them, ever, ever, ever found out.

I showered and dressed and prepared myself for more incredibly dry lectures from some tedious self-appointed business gurus. I realised this conference was supposed to be about networking and meeting the movers and shakers of our industry but basically I'd had enough. Plus I found my mind drifting back to the phone sex episode that could spell the end of my marriage and/or career.

Despite this it still didn't stop me repeatedly getting a boner during the day and having to focus on the droning inanities of whatever the speaker was prattling on to quell my raging stiffy. At the end of the sessions I headed straight for the bar. On arriving, Bonnie caught my eye and waved me over. Inwardly I gulped. Her expression however remained implacable and she gave nothing away about the previous night's shenanigans.

"Come and meet Ashley and Mandy." she enthused. "They're Evershed's two newest, hottest interns, straight out of Uni."

I looked to the two women next to her. Both were beaming huge toothy grins at me. I looked at them suspiciously. What was going on here? One of them, Mandy from her name tag lifted her hand in a nervous slight wave, while Ashley reached her hand confidently forward to shake mine.

I saw the silver glint of a tongue piercing in Ashley's mouth.

"Pleased to meet you." I said courteously.

Mandy was a tall thin blonde dressed in the ubiquitous dark business suit. I couldn't help but notice that despite being on the thin lanky side, she did have quite perky tits. Ashley was the opposite, brunette, smaller - slightly taller than Bonnie, but plumper, with a fuller figure. She wasn't exactly fat but was curvy around the hips and had a rather sumptuous pair of breasts. Although I just wanted to drink in my own company, out of politeness I offered to get them all a drink and they took me up on my offer.

Two hours later and I was in danger of repeating the previous night. I was pissed again having gone to town on the gin and tonics - to my relief Bonnie had left us, but Ashley and Mandy had remained steadfastly by my side, listening intently to my drunken ramblings.

"I think it's time I headed off." I said, staggering to my feet.

"No don't go," whined Mandy. "You can't leave us, the night's still young."

"For you maybe, I'm an old fart and need my sleep." I slurred.

Ashley got to her feet.

"You're not old." She prodded my chest with her index finger.

I looked unsteadily down at the finger.

She leant in close and whispered directly into my ear.

"How about we continue the party in your room."

My brain screamed no, No NO, for fuck's sake NO.

But I was staring down at the kind of cleavage that was just made for parties in hotel rooms.

No. I couldn't ...

She leaned in close, and whispered again.

"Mandy could join us."

This time, while my brain screamed No, my cock twitched in my pants despite my inebriated state, Ashley chewed her lip and looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eye.

I looked to her partner in crime, Mandy. She dropped her gaze to the floor shyly.

"Maybe one drink from the mini-bar wouldn't hurt."

The next part, leaving the bar, getting up to my room was a bit of a alcohol induced blackout. All I remember is dropping my key card by the door and as I bent over to reach it, someone's hand goosed my ass. Immediately my cock jumped to attention and I picked up the card and blushing let us into the room. I showed them in and closed the door and despite all my best intentions, I realised I'd just locked myself into a room with two extremely attractive, desirable women.

My face was flushed and I needed to sit down. Ashley had just been talking about getting promoted. "So, about my pay rise would you like to see my CV?" Ashley asked me.

In my naivety I started to ask if she'd brought her CV with her.

She reached down and unbuttoned her top, opening her jacket and white cotton blouse and exposing her huge bosom held firmly in place by her white bra.

"I've got all the right qualifications." she said in a blatantly obvious innuendo.

"Mmmmm I can see you have." was all I could mutter.

I sank down onto the bed, gazing up at her. Mandy dropped her bag to the floor and stood of to the side. "Ever had your cock sucked by two women at a time." Ashley quizzed.

"N..No."

"I bet you'd like to though wouldn't you?" she continued, especially by someone with a stud through their tongue? It heightens the pleasure like you wouldn't believe. I bet you'd love to have a threesome with two young interns wouldn't you?"

I shook my head vaguely in a bemused state.

"Don't worry we're on company time, what happens in the hotel stays in the hotel. We're sworn to secrecy aren't we Mand?" she giggled.

Mandy nodded her agreement.

"I don't think I can." I mumbled. "I'm a married man." I protested.

Ashley responded by reaching around behind her and unclasping her bra. She let it fall to the floor. Her large breasts stood out proud and resplendent. A dragon, or snake tattoo ran full length up her side and its bright red head finished just under her right breast. It's body and tail were hidden beneath her skirt.

I looked at her, awestruck.

"What are..you..."

Ashley stepped forward so her breasts were almost pressed into my face. She put her finger to my lips to shush me. I went silent. My cock stirred and pushed uncomfortably against the material of my trousers. Ashley looked down and could see the bulge growing in my pants. She rolled her eyes suggestively and switched her gaze to look directly into my eyes.

"Let me help you out with that."

She dropped to her knees in front of me. Unbuttoning my trousers, she lowered the fly. To my shame, I did nothing to resist. The sight of this buxom semi naked nymph in front of me held me spell bound. She freed my erection and with a look of pure delight bobbed her head down, taking the tip into her mouth and running her tongue over and around the bulbous head. I groaned out loud as the metal stud pressed into the sensitive flesh of the tip of my cock.

"Oh fuck."

"Nice?" she quizzed.

"Oh yes, definitely." I whimpered breathlessly.

"Stand up." she ordered.

I did as I was told and she pulled my trousers and pants down to my ankles, still kneeling in front of me.

"Mand, come here and help me tame this beast." asked Ashley.

Mandy complied moving to join her friend on her knees before me.

Ashley took control. "I'll suck his balls while you get to work on his cock."

She angled herself beneath me and looking upward started to suck my ball sack while Mandy took my cock deep into her mouth. The sensation of having both women sucking and tonguing me nearly made me cum on the spot. Luckily the alcohol had taken its toll on my libido and my cock wasn't as enthusiastic as normal.

"Mmmmm, that's too nice..." I complained half heartedly. Mandy just responded by clutching my ass cheeks and pulling my length completely inside her so her lips caressed my groin. She waggled her head from side to side with my cock entirely in her.

"Oh Mandy, you didn't tell me you could deep throat like that. I'm going to have to make use of your tongue on me later." Ashley mumbled as she tea bagged my scrotum, sucking my balls like she was eating gob stoppers. My hands found their way onto Mandy's head and I held her pressed down on my cock, resisting her efforts to pull away. She squeezed her nails into my buttocks and pulled away harder and I reluctantly let her escape my clutches. She looked up at me admonishingly. She stood up and Ashley took over, swapping into Mandy's cock sucking role. She began fast deep strokes, over and over.

"Oh motherfucker..." I groaned.

Mandy had stripped off completely and was rooting in her bag on the floor. My eyes closed as I felt my orgasm building inside my groin. Ashley must have sensed my imminent eruption and backed off from my cock.

"On the bed she ordered."

I climbed on, kicking my trousers and pants off, and virtually ripping my shirt off. Ashley jumped on to the bed after me, naked herself now, and climbed up my body, straddling me with her big hips she thrust her pussy into my face.

"Suck my pussy, you dirty little fuck."

The scent of her pussy was powerfully overwhelming. She smelt so strongly of sex and sweat it made me even more enthusiastic to suck and lick her clean. I delved my tongue into her pussy, stretching upwards to probe her as deeply as I could. She responded by grinding and gyrating her hips over my face in a circular orbit. I felt the mattress dip and lurch as Mandy climbed onto the bed to join us, and felt my cock enveloped once more in the velvety moistness of her mouth. I concentrated on pleasuring Ashley, while Mandy focused on pleasuring me. The mutual oral pleasuring was interrupted when Ashley lifted off me and did a 180 turning her body round on top of me.

"I want you to lick my ass now. Stick that dirty little tongue deep in my hot ass. ... Lick me good and later on I'll let you stick your dick up there." she said lewdly.

My cock twitched in anticipation. Mandy had stopped sucking me, but I felt Ashley bend forward and her fingers groped my cock, slowly in languorous movements wanking me while her ass smothered my face.

"Yes, yes, that's it...oh fuck yes." she yelled.

Mandy suddenly came into my view, she had on a strap on and knelt over my face, with her big rubber dick aimed directly at Ashley. She grabbed Ashley's ass in her hands and cajoled it away from my lips so she could slide the false dick into her pussy. Ashley, let out a huge gasp as the strap-on impaled her.

"Oh shit, shit shit, fuck...oh please fuck me... don't stop licking me..."

Mandy began fucking her while I lifted my head to her pussy and simultaneously tongued the juicy bean of her clit. Ashley tried to maintain her stroking of my cock but the pleasure became too much for her and overwhelmed as she was, her head slumped forward as both Mandy and I fucked and licked her together.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fuckin...cuuuuuuhhhh," she cried.

An orgasm shook through her body, but she didn't stop. Instead she pushed back on both of us.

"Make me cum again, lick my pussy. Lick my pussy!" She ordered.

Pussy juices ran down her thighs and dripped from the strap on that fucked her with an intense rhythm. I reached round her and pulled myself up to lick her as hard as I could. My tongue pressed into her clit, swirling round and round her, and licking at the strap on as it plunged in and out of her sopping cunt. She came noisily a second time, and then flopped to the side exhausted.

"You two make a good fuck tag team" she complimented. "I want to see you fucking Mandy, but first I want you to lick my pussy off that cock." Ashley demanded, daring me to disobey.

Mandy looked at me and stood up on the bed.

"On your knees, slut boy, go suck that cock." she shouted.

I didn't feel all that comfortable with sucking dildos but Ashley was too strong a force to be denied. I leant forward and tentatively began to lick the end of on the rubber dildo attached to Mandy's lovely crotch. Beneath the straps I could see a tiny strip of pubic hair, so like Louise's but blonde rather than brown. I licked the tip of the cock some more.

"Suck it, slut boy, take it down." Instructed Mandy.

I took the end into my mouth and began to suck it.

"More! Fuck it with your mouth. Lick my pussy juices off the whole length."

I grew more confident and took in more of the false dick. Mandy thrust forward with her hips and began to face fuck me with the dick. In a ironic reversal of the situation a few minutes ago, she reached down and grabbed my head, forcing me deeper onto the cock. I gagged and she let me go, letting me get my breath. Strings of drool dropped from my mouth onto my knees, but the relief was only temporary as she pulled my head back onto the dick again.

"How'd do you like that? fuck slut. How'd you like having a dick shoved down your throat!" She bellowed.

I mumbled at her to stop, and after an uncomfortable fraction of a second longer than I wanted she released me.

"Turn round Mandy, on all fours. I want to see his dick in your pussy." Ashley commanded.

Mandy didn't seem to want to cease fucking my mouth but obeyed begrudgingly. After she'd humiliated me with the dick I was in no mood to be a sympathetic lover. I took my own real life stiff cock in my hand and pushed it straight into her tight pussy. It met with an initial resistance but then slid straight home. I roughly grabbed her around the hips and began humping her hard.