Dinner Party at the Boss's

Layla kept on stroking Osborn with her right hand as she ate a little with her left, hardly missing a beat, gradually increasing her rhythm as she went on. Coleman and Gomez could hardly eat as they watched in fascination. When Osborn was getting close to his climax, the woman suddenly stopped and pulled back her hand. She leaned to whisper something in her husband's ear, stood up, and started toward the corridor. Then, as Mr. Hildebrant went back to his spiel, she stopped for a moment by the door, then walked back, silently moving behind her husband and to Osborn's right. She made a "shh" gesture, with a mischievous smile, as she ducked and then crawled under the table. Hiding herself behind the long tablecloth, she crawled toward Coleman and Gomez, and started caressing their legs, crotches and then their dicks as well, one with each hand. It wasn't long before she pulled them out of their pants as well, and started alternating between the two, sucking one of them off from under the table, while she stroked the other with her spare hand. Her relentless rhythm and expert tongue action led both men to quickly climax, one after the other, as she sucked them and swallowed their seed. It was all they could do to keep from showing their ecstasy too much; after all, their boss was still caught up in his conversation, but they didn't dare push their chances.

Once both Gomez and Coleman were sucked dry, Layla crawled back out the same way, emerged beside Osborn, walked silently toward the door, and then came back with her usual strut, her high-heeled shoes clicking on the floor. Mr. Hildebrant barely acknowledged her as she walked back to her seat, touching his shoulder on the way. She ate another bite and, seeing her husband still firmly caught up in his conversation, went back to stroking Osborn, who was cooled down already. Before long, though, she simply leaned over and started going down on him right then and there, to all the guests' consternation. Miller made an effort to actively show an interest in his boss's endless chatter (which had moved on to punch-clock supervision) in order to keep him firmly turned away from the action, as his wife hungrily gobbled up Osborn's cock, running her tongue up and down his shaft while she stroked it, and then pushing it deep into her mouth and throat. It wasn't long before he blew his load as well, which she swallowed up, sucking it to the last drop as the boss nattered on behind her. Once the job was done, she sat back up, cleaned her mouth with her napkin, squeezed her husband's arm, and gave him a quick peck on the mouth as he turned back toward her.

"Ain't I a lucky guy?" Hildebrant beamed. "A hot woman like that, and she's sweet on me!" He giggled, as he shook her shoulder.

"Always, honey!" Layla had a wide, impish grin. "Just wanted to get a bit of your attention, though... seems you've only got eyes for that one tonight!"

"Well, we did have a lot to catch up on..." he said, as he served himself to a second helping of beef. "But I guess you're right. There are other guests, aren't there? Speaking of which... hey, Osborn?"

The young man was just sitting back and enjoying the bliss from his blowjob, when he heard his name and perked up. "Uh... yeah, boss, what is it?"

"You guys in Prospecting..." the boss started once again about work. "Not that I'm complaining, really, business is going well, but I couldn't help but notice a 3% decrease in outgoing calls last month... care to explain that?"

As Osborn stammered through a discussion of best practices with his boss, Layla pretended to adjust her dress, and discreetly pulled out a small folded piece of paper that was stashed inside her brassiere. As her husband leaned over to talk to the man across from her (interrupting his explanation to interject his own half-brained ideas, as usual), she lay her arm over his shoulder, ostensibly in a gesture of affection, and offered the piece of paper to Miller, who quickly snatched it and opened it on his lap, as the boss was turned the other way.

"Get up to go to the bathroom and wait there for a while," the paper said, in neat handwriting. Clearly, she'd been planning all this beforehand.

"Um... excuse me, boss," Miller said, after stashing the note away in his pocket. "Where's the lavatory?"

"Gotta hit the head, huh?" Mr. Hildebrant said, with a grin. "That hallway over there, first door on the left." He then turned back to Osborn and to his lecture on work ethic.

Miller got up and followed the directions, not failing to notice the bathroom door was entirely out of the boss's view. "You smart fucker," he said under his breath, as he looked at the mirror and adjusted his hair and shirt a bit. He'd left the door open, so he just leaned on the wall and looked out the door, waiting for her.

A few minutes and a couple bites of food later, the boss's wife once again whispered something in his ear and got up. "What is it with women and bathrooms, am I right?" he said as she walked away. "They'd take over the world if their bladders were as strong as ours!"

She winced at his comment as she walked into the same corridor as Miller, and found him waiting for her across the bathroom door. Without a word, she beckoned at him with a finger, and walked deeper into the apartment. He followed her into the master bedroom, whose pastel, frilly décor made it much more her room than his.

Layla closed the door behind Miller. "He can't really hear anyone else while he's talking," she said softly, "but a little more privacy doesn't hurt, right?"

"Wow," he said. "I gotta say, this whole thing is a bit... surreal."

"Don't worry about it," she said. "I think you know this ain't my first rodeo." She walked up to him, and started moving him toward the bed as she caressed his body with her hands.

"I... knew as soon as I recognized you. From the video." He caressed her back as he walked backward to the bed. "Still, being with you like this... and alone, in the bedroom, no less..."

She shoved him onto the bed. "Yeah, I'm giving you the premium treatment," she said, as she leaned over him and undid his belt and fly. "After all, you did us all a brave service back there, putting up with his bullshit to distract him..." She pulled his pants, underwear and shoes off, as he hurriedly took off his shirt. "And I'll have another mission for you once this is done."

"Anything," he said, his dick already hard, as he watched her take off her dress in one fluid motion. "This has already been worth the sacrifice!"

"Oh, no," she said, taking off her bra and panties. "There's a lot more to enjoy yet."

She slowly but deliberately moved on him, first running her hands up and down his thighs as her face drew closer to his expecting manhood. She approached it by licking the inside of his thigh, then buried her face in his crotch, deeply sniffing his masculine smell as her cheek teasingly rubbed up against his cock. He grabbed her head, but she wouldn't let herself be led around so easily, and licked his balls a good while before progressing up his shaft, easing up as she neared the head, leaving only the very tip of her tongue for the sensitive glans. Miller grunted with desire. Layla smiled devilishly as she kneaded him for a while. Determined to play with the man a little more, she leaned forward and straddled the throbbing dick with her ample breasts, while she used her hands to hold down his own. She moved back and forth, stroking his member with her chest, her hardening nipples gently stroking his lower belly, until his squirming let her know it was time for her to finally move back and take him into her mouth. He greedily clutched two fistfuls of her hair as she did so, moving up and down the length of his shaft, while her hand caressed his balls.

He was nearly ready to come when she abruptly pulled herself off of him. "Uh-huh!" she said. "Don't have too much fun now... I'm not done with you yet!" She slapped his dick around a bit, and then gently blew on it, to calm him down. Miller tried to get up from the bed, but she pushed him back down. "Did I say you could get up yet?"

"And I thought your husband was the bossy one," Miller said with a nervous laugh, suddenly wondering whether he'd killed the mood with that comment.

"Pshaw", she said, as she climbed on the bed and positioned herself on top of him, "that one's all bark and no bite. He talks tough, but he's a weakling where it counts. Why do you think I'm here?"

"I... you know, I was actually wondering about that... what's up with..."

"Shhh." She put a finger over his lips as she started gently stroking his cock with her labia. "Enough about that loser. Focus on me."

Miller's only response was to nod enthusiastically, as he moved his hands up to fondle her breasts as she ground against him. When her pussy was wet enough, she propped herself up and finally slid down onto his member, hugging it tight as she brought it all the way in. She then started riding him in earnest, avidly bouncing up and down as he desperately held on to her hips, and then leaning forward to shove her breasts in his face, to which he obliged by kissing, licking and sucking them hungrily. He was still a long way from climax when she started to ramp up her rhythm, pressing her body against his, digging her nails into his shoulder and biting his neck as she desperately moved up and down his cock, while he held on to her butt and did his best to pound her to the same beat. Her moaning was hard to miss, and Miller was wondering whether it could be heard from the dining room, when she pinned him down, quivering, as she rode down the wave of a powerful orgasm.

"Whew," she said a few moments later, when she caught her breath. "I really needed that."

"Enjoying yourself much there, lady?" Miller had a smug grin on his face.

"Always." She grinned back, mischievously. "You could probably guess that, but doing this sort of thing? It gets me insanely horny. Which is how I got there before you, didn't I?"

"Aw, don't worry about that," he said. "This is already more fun than I've had in a very, very long time!"

"Oh, no, no way!" She frowned as she slid herself out of his still rigid cock. "What sort of a hostess would I be if I left a guest unsatisfied like that? Your turn now, mister."

"Sure thing!" he said, propping himself up on his elbows. "How do you wanna do it?"

"Well..." she smiled as she pushed him out of the bed, then got on all fours by the edge of it. "There's one hole you haven't tried yet, isn't there?"

"Of course... you're the boss!" Or close enough, he thought, as he positioned himself behind her. The mental image of Mr. Hildebrant looking in on this scene, a mix of shock and fury on his face, suddenly intruded itself into Miller's thoughts. He considered pushing that thought away as he carefully inserted his cock, lubricated by Layla's own juices, into her asshole... but then he realized that, strangely, it just made the whole thing even hotter. So he just focused on that as he started pumping, slapping her butt-cheeks hard, almost wishing for the door to suddenly open behind him, and for the man who was the bane of his existence to see him, good ol' Miller, furiously fucking his wife in the asshole on his own bed. A mixture of horniness and spite moved him forward ever faster and harder, slamming into her ass again and again, until his orgasm came suddenly and powerfully, paralyzing him deep inside her rectum as a fountain of jizz flowed out.

"Whoa!" he gasped, panting, as he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her. "That was a good one."

"No shit," she said, lying on her side to look at him. "Good thing I already gave myself an enema before, 'cause you just gave me another one right now!"

Miller laughed, and just now realized, as clarity returned to his mind, that he was possibly being too loud, considering their situation. "Anyway... I'm still not sure what's going on with you there, but I sure as hell am glad to have been a part of it!"

"Don't celebrate just yet," she said softly. "Like I said, I still have a mission for you... and it's gonna be a pain, I'm telling you."

"Anything," he said. "You've more than earned it."

She smiled. "Alright. So, when you get back, you're gonna tell him that you noticed the arcade room on the way."

"Wow, arcade room? If it wasn't for the stunning lady in front of me, I don't think I could've missed that."

"Stop it!" She pushed him playfully. "You've already had your way with me, no need to butter me up any more!"

"Just calling 'em like I see 'em, madam."

"Well, back to the plan," she continued. "He leaves the door open and those things on on purpose... Can't have anyone come around here and not comment on it. So, when you do, that's his cue. I'm warning you... he's a real bore when it comes to his arcade cabinets."

Cabinets? Plural? Miller made an effort to not look impressed. "As opposed to his usual charming personality?"

"I'm telling you, you haven't seen him around those things. Good thing the room doesn't have any windows, or you'd be tempted to jump."

"Alright, so I get him to show me his arcade stuff," Miller said. "What then?"

"That's about it, really... well, for you," she said. "The two of you are gonna be away in his little world, completely oblivious to everything else... well, he will, at any rate... and I'll have more than enough time to play around myself. Hope you're not jealous..." she said with a singsong voice.

"Lady," he had a serious look, "first I saw you, you had four handymen plugging your every hole. I know what I... what we signed up for." He got up suddenly, filled with determination. "Okay, then!" he said as he dressed himself back up. "I've got my assignment, and I'm not going to disappoint. Onward!"

She chuckled, and blew him a kiss as he left. Miller made his way back to the dining room, leaving his boss's wife back in their suite to clean herself up. His boss was still nattering on about some petty work-related nonsense, and hardly seemed to notice his absence... but the knowing looks he got from his colleagues let him know they had an inkling of the amazing experience he'd just had. Of course, a detailed account of it would have to be shared with them later... and probably with the rest of the office not long after.

"Hey, boss," he said without sitting down, putting his hand on Mr. Hildebrant's shoulder, which made him look back at him with slight disgust. "Couldn't help but notice something on the way back from the john... do you have actual arcade machines set up back there?"

"Oh, man!" Hildebrant's face lit up instantly, as he dropped his cutlery with a loud clatter. "Do I ever?!" He got up from his seat and turned to the others. "You guys have got to see this! Come on!" Behind him, Miller made a "no" gesture with his head as he said that.

"Uh... you know what," Coleman said, quickly catching on, "I'm not really an arcade guy myself. Never got into that kind of games."

"Yeah, me either," Gomez joined in. "I guess Miller's the real video-game guy around the office, isn't he?"

"You know me," Miller said. "Can't turn down a good ol' arcade. Don't think those three have ever even touched one though, huh?"

"Are you sure?" the boss insisted. "You have to try it sometime, you're gonna have fun!"

Encouraged by Miller's insistent silent negation, Osborn said, "You know, I think that sort of thing is lost on us. You wanna show it to someone who appreciates it, right?"

Mr. Hildebrant looked somewhat let down by the refusal, but quickly perked up again as he turned to Miller. "I guess it's just you and me, then... I promise you, you're gonna have the time of your life!"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll never forget tonight," Miller couldn't help quipping, as he let his boss walk him toward the arcade room. The others just waited awkwardly, not knowing what to say, as they heard the sounds of electronic games being started, to the backdrop of their boss's tedious chatter.

After a few moments, they were starting to silently eat the rest of their meal when they were surprised by a stunning sight that made them drop their food: Layla, the boss's wife, coming in from the hallway completely nude, except for her high-heeled shoes. "Hello there, boys," she said seductively as she stopped and posed at the entrance to the hallway. "Ready for your dessert?"

The three of them stuttered and mumbled indistinctly, taken aback by surprise, not sure if they should be staring at her or not, and stealing some glances toward the back of the hallway, where their boss was.

Layla shook her head and walked toward the table. "Come on, don't be shy!" she said, bending over Gomez and running her hands all over him. "I'm all yours now, so get up and let's have some fun!"

Coleman was the first to rise from his chair and start fondling her from behind, caressing her ass, legs and back, as she leaned on Gomez's shoulders. She backed up against him, and feeling the bulge in his pants, said: "Looks like you're ready to go... why are your clothes still on?" Her hands were already pulling Gomez's shirt up.

That made Coleman stop suddenly, back up a bit, and start hurriedly undressing himself. Osborn was coming in from the side, his shirt already off, undoing his belt. As she finished taking Gomez's shirt off, she turned back and paused for a moment to appreciate the men disrobing in such a hurry, all to please her, as she squeezed her own breasts in pleasure.

When all three of them were already naked (including Gomez, who was up from his seat), she pulled them together around her and started stroking their cocks, as they fondled her whole body with their hands. As Gomez was behind her, his hands cupping her breasts, she used her ass to stroke him, rubbing up and down against his unit, as she tugged on the other two with her hands. She then leaned forward and started going down on Osborn and Coleman in turns, jerking off whichever one she wasn't blowing, all while grinding against Gomez harder and harder, until his dick found its way into her hot, moist pussy.

Without missing a beat, Layla backed up into Gomez, burying his cock deeper inside her, while she held on to the other two men's dicks for dear life. Once the one behind her was securely tucked in, she let go of one of the dicks in front of her to reach back and pull in a chair; seeing what she was trying to do, Gomez helped her get the chair under her, so that she knelt on it, bracing herself for his incoming assault, while she turned her attention back to the double feature of sucking and jerking ahead of her. The sounds of electronic games, mixed in with Mr. Hildebrant's enthusiastic nattering, came in distantly from the hallway, while the dining room was taken up by the wet sounds of Gomez slapping his body against Mrs. Hildebrant's ass-cheeks, as well as the sucking and slurping of the alternating blowjobs.

When the rhythm of Gomez's pumping indicated that he was getting dangerously close to climax, she gently eased herself out from him and climbed down from the chair, still holding on to Coleman and Osborn's dicks. "I think I have a better place for us to finish this," she said, pulling the two by their units as she walked around the table. Gomez followed them as well, his throbbing cock waving up and down as he went. When they got to Mr. Hildebrant's chair at the table's place of honor, Layla turned the chair on its side, moved it up to the table, and pushed Coleman onto it. "Lean back," she said, and he obliged, pushing his boss's plate further into the table with his back as he leaned into it, propped up on the table by his elbows. "You," she pointed at Gomez, "you sit here." She indicated the spot on the table beside Coleman, where her own plate was, so he pushed the plate aside and sat on the table, expectantly. She then climbed onto Coleman, wrapped her legs around him, and eased herself onto his cock, easily sliding it into her wet pussy. "And you," she turned back at Osborn, "there's still a spot for you back there."