Seamed stockings

"You'll stay all night?"

"Yes. Drinks, in the bar afterwards are considered good for team-building. I'll have my own room of course."

"No problem."

The flashing and groping continued for the rest of that week. Rachel more than a little turned on, when Kris blatantly licked his fingers after they'd been inside her. She quite liked the idea of licking them herself. She started to turn her more modest skirts at the waistband to shorten them. That was after she arrived at work, when she had to visit the toilets anyway, to remove her panties. As for the seminars, the Castle Hotel was on the far side of the city, where she was unlikely to run across anyone she or Adam knew.

That first Friday night, to be safe, the room was registered in Rachel's name, just in case Adam tried to contact her. He didn't know Kris' surname. At dinner, she was trembling with anticipation; enjoying not being in control.

"Apart from that one glitch, you've done well. I hope you learned a lesson."

"I did." agreed Rachel.

"Good, back to our room now."

There he removed trousers and boxers half way to the bed, and pushed her roughly onto it.

"Hold it open for me." he ordered.

She shoved his thumbs into her crotch and pulled her vulva open. He dived in and licked her clitoris, and wriggled his tongue inside her. Just as she was about to climax, he withdrew. Then thrust two fingers into her and transferred them to her mouth and she licked him clean.

"Open up again. It's time for the main event."

Rachel lifted her knees back to her shoulders. In her overnight bag, there was plenty of anal lubricant. She hoped she'd have time to apply it if that's what Kris wanted... demanded. He pounded into her cunt with aggression, then bent his face to hers and kissed her. She tasted her secretions again on his lips. The tonguing triggered his climax and he shot his semen inside her. Rachel felt disappointed. A dozen pushes and it was all over. His cum oozed out onto her skirt and she thought next time she'd try to take it off. Never mind, it would rinse out and dry overnight.

"You're probably thinking that was too quick but I make no apologies, I'm a repeater. I'll be ready again in less than ten minutes, and the next one will take much longer."

"Now go to the bathroom and douche. Keep the skirt and stockings on"

"I am on the pill."

"But I might want to go down on you again. And I don't want to taste my own cum!"

She returned and he insisted on checking her.

"There's a damp stain on one of your stockings your skirt is thick with it. Leave it like that; it suits your new status."

A cursory lick and he fucked her again; this time Rachel climaxed with him. He took great delight in making her squeeze his ejaculate out of her cunt, onto the same wet patch. Then she had to rub it in. She stood and looked at it in the mirror. There was dark area on the back. Anybody seeing it would know it was either from sex, or she'd peed herself.

"Time for Round Three!" he announced.

This time he was even rougher, but avoided marking her anywhere except the nipples. He fucked her again before Saturday breakfast. Rachel's nipples were still painful when she went home, but she enjoyed the sensation. She just felt disappointed he hadn't demanded anal.

Rachel and Adam were having lunch.

"How was last night's seminar?" he asked.

"It was ok."

"Any mention of your mistake?"

"No. He never said a word."

"He? I thought the whole sales team were there."

"They were. But they've taken a vow of silence. Only Kris would be allowed to bring it up, and he didn't."

"Not really appropriate while we're drinking this," he said, "but Clarksons did not nail that big deal. There was a meeting today with all the managers and there will be redundancies next month. They're encouraging anybody who can find a new job - to go. Not a chance I can, but I have been looking. They'll review it again in the new year."

"What are your chances, realistically?" asked Rachel. "You are management after all."

"That worsens my chances. Businesses' greatest expense is salaries, and redundancy payments only cost in the short term. Middle management is the first target. My special skills will keep me there for a while. But if things get worse, they won't need them. Good thing you're earning now."

Monday morning, when she emerged pantieless from the toilets, Rachel wondered if things would be different now they'd had full sex. She was also thinking about the humiliation aspects of what she'd been through. But it excited her; losing control was scary, and very sexy. As she crossed the sales offic, the atmosphere was electric. Everyone was white faced, and Kris was blazing.

"My office! Now!"

The salesmen looked down at their desks; except for Nick, who glared at her. She closed the office door.

"Our quotation for the German contract, with the extra fucking zero, went out to the fucking customer!" he roared. "They've just opened the sealed bids. Luckily, they spotted our mistake and told us."

"What? But I corrected it."

"No doubt, but you didn't destroy the incorrect one, did you?" he shouted. "And your job description clearly states that is your responsibility. The post clerk must have picked up the wrong one and mailed it."

"But that's not my fault. I put the right one on your desk. I'm not responsible for ensuring you post it."

"Sit down and listen. No, you're not entirely to blame, it is my responsibility. But the director doesn't care who made the mistake; we're a team. None of this would have happened if you hadn't mistyped it in the first place. And you should certainly have destroyed it immediately."

"I'm so sorry. What happens now?"

"If I go to our director and tell him what's happened, he'll see the date on that contract. And the first thing he'll demand to know is why it wasn't reported on your November appraisal. I'll be in the shit far worse than you!"

She felt tears welling up.

"Will it really cost us thousands?"

"Doubtful. The customer is not stupid. He knows it's an error. But he's laughing at us. It would have been better if we'd just lost the contract to a rival, but with the right figures we've probably won it. Now I have to find a way to swing it without the MD finding out. If this ever went public, it would be all over the industry. We'd be a laughing stock, and lost business will cost us thousands."

"What can I do?"

Kris told her.

She told Adam that evening, reminding him of her original mistake and that her job was now in jeopardy.

"That sounds serious."

"At the correct price, our bid is attractive. Two Germans are flying in tomorrow and we're putting them in a five star hotel. Their contracts manager should be the only one to come, but they're milking it. We also have to accommodate the salesman who put the deal together with our guy."

"Go on."

"We've booked them into The Regent and will join them for lunch and drinks. In the evening, we buy them dinner, and take them to a nightclub or something. Officially, it's an opportunity for all parties to meet face to face. They want to check out our offices and warehouse facilities next morning, and we hope they'll sign the contract then."

"So you have to stop overnight too?"

"Yes. They want to meet who made the error, so Kris and I are more or less at their beck and call. We're booked into the Regent. I'll take overnight stuff, and a change of clothes."

Adam made no comment as to what extent Rachel might be at their beck and call. But she knew he was thinking about it. They both knew her salary was even more important now, so she was confident he wouldn't ask. They finished dinner on a brighter note, but the atmosphere felt strained. And when they went to bed, she said she fancied anal sex, thinking she'd better get some practice in. Who knew what it would take to keep a German happy?

Next morning at work they were ready to go to the airport. In the carpark, Rachel's overnight bag was taken by Nick.

"You're travelling with me." he said. "Kris has borrowed the boss's Merc and will collect their contracts manager. I'm in his Audi, and we're taking my opposite number. Hopefully the German cars will impress. Sit in the front."

She thought he sounded like Kris, dishing out orders. But after all, it was his contract she'd got wrong. They arrived at the airport and Kris waved and went inside. Rachel undid her seatbelt.

"We don't go in, but you can leave your seatbelt undone. I want a blowjob; you have a sexy mouth and should show me you're sorry for nearly fucking up my biggest contract. Kris only had to sign it, I put in sixteen hour days on that."

"Does Kris know about this?"

"What do you think? He told us to wait here didn't he?"

He was smaller than Kris and less hairy; with a handsome circumcised penis, which looked and smelled freshly washed. Rachel was pleasantly surprised to find it tasted slightly of shower gel. She bent to her task, and liked the feeling of his dick throbbing inside her cheeks. She sucked him in, cupped his balls, and grasped the base of his penis firmly. Soon she got into a rhythm. As he unloaded, she drank it down, avoiding spillages. The experience made her vagina wet, and she wished she was wearing panties to absorb some of it. But Kris had insisted she remain undie-less all day.

They checked in. Rachel was openly sharing with Kris. The other three had a room each. At lunch, the Germans spoke English, and she lost count of the number of times she said 'Sorry'. Nick's opposite number was Karl, and his manager was Gunther, who was fat and ugly. He whispered to her: "We all make mistakes. The important thing is we learn from them."

She shuddered. But felt that familiar tingle again. The thought of having to succumb to such a gross man was exciting. When they'd eaten, they went to the bar. Rachel ensured she sat next to Gunther.

"Once I have relaxed from the flight, we put this mistake behind us. You must come to my room. Help me relax."

"That will be my pleasure."

He squeezed her thigh, then, Nick and Karl left to find a snooker room. Gunther's hand moved higher. He was clearly delighted with her lack of underwear, pushing his fingers in her vagina with one hand, and draining his lager with the other. Then he stood up and did a dramatic stretch.

"I will go and rest now." he announced.

"Let me show you to your room." offered Rachel.

Once in his room, there was no pretence at subtlety. Rachel didn't care. She wasn't there to be seduced. Gunther stood her in front of the mirror and watched their reflections as he cupped her breasts. He removed her shirt and pinched her nipples hard. She groaned; it was painful but she laid her head back against his shoulder.

"You are a very bad girl Rachel."

"I'll try to be good for you, Gunther."

He lifted her skirt, displaying her naked charms, and thrust two fingers in. Once they were soaked, he transferred them to her anus.

"Bad girls give me this hole also. You call it shitter?"

"My shitter is all yours."

Rachel was hamming it up, but feeling horny. She was in a vulnerable position again, and loving it. He removed his fingers from her anus and raised them to her face. She grabbed his wrist and sucked them clean. The taste was not pleasant. But she could imagine doing this filthy stuff again - only not with Adam. This emerging side of her personality could only be enacted with strangers.

Gunther stood back and took off his clothes. Rachel did likewise, except for the seamed stockings. She turned and reached for his penis, then groaned inwardly. She'd seen her fair share of porn, but Gunther's cock was alarmingly big, and very hairy like the rest of him.

"I knew you would like my grosse schwanz," he boasted, "but I need a piss first. Come to the bathroom with me."

He forced her to the bathroom floor and she took half his cock into her mouth. She could barely get her lips round it, and couldn't imagine what damage it would do to her 'shitter'.

"Now, be a good whore and hold it for me."

Rachel pointed it over the toilet bowl and he let go a stream of piss. The last few drops dribbled over her knuckles. She had no doubt he would make her lick it off. So she did it without being told. Then looked up and returned his grosse schwanz to her mouth. He held her head in place.

"Oh, I have a little more."

He pissed again, straight down her throat. Rachel breathed steadily through her nose and swallowed it all.

When he'd finished, Gunther took her to the bed, laid her on top of it, thumbed open her vulva, and entered her roughly, fucking her hard. Somewhere between the bathroom and the bed, he'd got hard. He clearly liked talking and wanted his words to humiliate.

"Is your dirty cunt enjoying this?"

"My dirty cunt loves it; it's the best cock I've ever had!"

Actually it was. His length and girth was uncomfortable, but she was accommodating it without too much trouble; her wetness helped. But she still faced anal sex with trepidation.

He went at it harder, and leaned forward and kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Rachel felt her climax approaching. He seemed to be on the verge of withdrawing, so she gripped his buttocks; pulling him all the way in. He was a disgusting hairy beast, but gave her the most intense orgasm. It was partly because of his size; but more because she was revelling in her own whorish behaviour. Her eyes squeezed shut and her lips pulled back in a grimace of pain. She cried 'Nng! Nng!' and collapsed.

Gunther pushed himself up; he hadn't cum.

"Will you tell your husband what you did?"

She didn't like his mentioning Adam, and quickly changed the subject.

"I'm your whore. You are my stud!"

"What is stud?"

"You're my big beautiful horse!"

He laughed.

"Your cunt nakes my dick wet. What will you do?"

"I will clean it of course."

He pulled it out with a plop and straddled her chest. She raised her head and took him in, sucking enthusiastically. Gunther face-fucked her roughly and Rachel hoped he would ejaculate. She really wanted to taste his cum properly.

"Enough! It's wet enough for your shitter now."

She'd had the foresight to lubricate herself during lunch.

Gunther turned her over onto her knees, dragged her buttocks apart and plunged in. Adam like anal sex face to face, but this German just wanted her like a dog. His fingers had removed most of the lube, and she screamed, mostly with pleasure. He laughed again and pushed her face into the pillow. Rachel struggled to breathe. He ploughed into her bowels for another five minutes. At last she managed to lift her head. Her screams had become grunts. And the sensation had becone pure enjoyment. Her grunts became language; she was shouting 'Yes! Yes!'

At last, Gunther yanked it out.

"Your shitter is big now. I think you do this all the time. Turn over again."

Rachel rolled onto her back, automatically pulling her knees up to her shoulders and tugging her buttocks apart. It was worse with all his weight on her. Her knees, squashing her breasts into her ribcage, made it difficult to breathe again. Her arse was drier now, and she groaned loudly with every stroke. When she could stand it no more, she shrieked out loud. But not with pain; it was the mother and father of anal orgasms. That finally triggered his, and he exploded into her.

"You are a filthy whore Rachel. I'll be ready again soon. As I have been so nice to your ass, you must be nice to mine. Lick it!"

"I will, but please let me use the bathroom first."

She took her handbag and, after washing away the worst of the mess, she reapplied some lubricant.

Back in the bedroom, he was now on his back; his filthy cock still pointing at the ceiling.

"You all clean?" he sneered. "Now it's my turn."

Rachel lowered her mouth over his foul dick. It was covered in cum and smears. Ok, she had sucked shit from his fingers, but this was far worse - or better depending on your viewpoint. She took a deep breath and enveloped as much meat as she could with her mouth. Once she got going, the taste dissipated. By the time she was done, his dick was shiny and gleaming. Rachel felt proud of herself.

His powers of recovery were even more spectacular than Kris's. He was hard again and pulled his thighs back.

"Now you must kiss me. He pulled his buttocks wide open, mimicking what she'd done for him. "Leck mich am arsch" he instructed. She didn't need an interpreter for that. She laid her left arm behind his knees and pushed them back. Then squeezing his cock with her left hand, she held his buttocks open with her right and licked his anus.

"You are the filthiest whore I have ever fucked!"

"Thank you Gunther, I love your arse!"

"Lick your finger and push it in deep."

Rachel complied with enthusiasm. She no longer gave a second thought to the humiliation; merely accepted this was a new and exciting side of her. She was going to love this next part and do a good job. She licked her index finger and slid up his arsch.

"Perfect!" he moaned, as she frigged it in and out. She removed it and studied its nasty smears. He raised his head to watch. Rachel lifted her head and stared at him from between his knees, then lifted her soiled finger to her mouth and shoved it in. It was clean when it came out. It was one thing to be forced to taste her own anal stains, but quite another to taste his. This was thrilling! She lowered her head again.

"You dirty whore!" he said.

Rachel laughed; some of the power now transferring to her.

"Sit on me now. It's time for the big finish!"

Rachel's cunt straddled Gunther and bounced up and down on his monster dick. He gazed at her breasts jiggling about, as she did all the work. Suddenly he pulled her head down. She thought he was about to kiss her, which would have been a surprise, but he just pulled her into the side of his neck and held her there; looking over her shoulder.

Then he stopped thrusting. With his hands still gripping her head, and pulling her hair, she wondered how he was managing to open her buttocks.

"I see you stretch her arsch for me boss!" said Karl.

"Welcome Karl." said Gunther. "This dirty woman will love getting two holes filled! Won't you Rachel?"

"Yes, I'm a dirty bitch. Fuck my shitter Karl, do it hard!"

As he thrust violently up her arse, Rachel thought he was not quite as big as Gunther, but who cared? He was just as rough, and rammed into her. The feeling of being penetrated by two men at once was a dream come true. After some initial discomfort, she found her rhythm.

At first they pistoned into her with alternate strokes. But as they picked up the pace, they started ramming in at the same time, jerking her whole body forward. Rachel yelped with every thrust, but not with pain. Just before they unloaded, she had the most intense double climax of her life. She was lost in her own world, knowing she must try this again.

They rolled apart and allowed her to go to the bathroom. When all the abused parts of her body were a little more presentable, not least her face, Rachel returned. Now tasting of hotel mouthwash, she approached the bed. She was at a crossroads. If she continued with this, she would be lost to the dark side for ever. It would mean a lifetime of trying to keep this side of her a secret from Adam. But, if she stopped now, she might just be able to retrieve something, if not her dignity. It was now or never. Shit or bust as they say.

"You remember how you helped me with my problem in the toilet?" said Gunther. "Well Karl has a problem too. But his is a shitter problem! Your fingers and mouth must help him now, and I will watch. You'll need more mouthwash!"

"No, that's enough, I'm going!"

They looked at each other and shrugged.

"We have a saying in England, gentlemen. 'Leave them wanting more.' You've had all you're going to get on this visit; so be satisfied!"