TITLE    : Stacey's 41st Birthday Ch. 03
STORYID  : staceys-41st-birthday-ch-03_2009
SUMMARY  : A woman's female/male stranger fantasies are fulfilled.
AUTHOR   : Wolf Bennington@lit
DATE     : 2009-09-28
CATEGORY : non-consent-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |lesbian|dean|desk|dildo|stranger|


<i>Author's Note: Parts of this story will be told from my (the male) perspective; others will be from the female perspective. Part One was written from the husband's perspective. Part Two was written from the wife's. Part Three is, once again, written from the husband's. To fully appreciate each part, you need to start from Part one and work your way through. For both of us this is our second marriage. Our first marriages were cursed by being married to people who put very little emphasis or value on simple physical affection, much less gratuitous satisfying sex. When we found each other and began our relationship we both had one very clear and important rule: uninhibited sex was going to be our favorite hobby and we'd hold nothing back. It has worked very well for us. If you are one of those people who doesn't approve of spouses being sexually engaged with anyone but their own spouse, then stop reading here.</i>



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By the time we'd arrived at our hotel -- a pretty nice place where I had reserved us a king-suite with an in-room Jacuzzi for the weekend -- it was almost lunch time. I carried our bags in after helping Stacey out of the Jeep. I was almost disappointed that there was no one around to get a look at her. It was a relatively recent revelation to me that she enjoyed showing off -- or being shown off. I think the only thing that excited her more than showing herself off was being TOLD when and how to show off; effectively, being taken control of and treated like a piece of exceedingly sexy property.



The hotel gave us a room on the 16th floor and there was another couple in the elevator with us as we road up. As soon as the doors closed I dropped our bags and, in full view of the other couple, turned to give Stacey a deep kiss. While our tongues caressed each other I put my hand up her skirt and plunged a finger into her pussy. It was a total surprise to her causing her to inhale sharply through her nose as we kissed. I knew the other couple was watching when I heard the man inhale almost as sharply and the woman gasp at the site. When the bell dinged at the 9th floor -- where they were getting out -- I pulled my stirring finger out of Stacey's thoroughly wet sex and broke our kiss. She kept her eyes down-cast as I pulled away but I turned to look boldly at the other couple as they exited the elevator. Both of them looked surprised... but underneath that was the smoldering look of unknown sexuality. It was actually the woman who said, with a devious grin on her face, "Enjoy your weekend."



I was even more surprised to hear, before I could answer, Stacey reply with, "Oh, we will. You too." And then the doors were closing. Alone in the elevator I turned to look at my lover and she looked as happy as I'd ever seen her.



After we put our bags in our room -- which looked directly east out over the ocean beach -- we got back into the elevator to ride down to the third floor restaurant. I wondered what the menu might offer. After all: I'd already eaten a delicious pussy today and had a pretty good breakfast after that. Stacey had enjoyed a good breakfast and then had sucked a pretty substantial load of my cum down during our ride to the beach. Somehow I sensed that our appetites for the weekend were going to demand a pretty constant feed of sexuality and delicious food.



The restaurant hostess sat us out on the balcony at my request and I held a seat out for Stacey that positioned her facing the beach. We were near the edge of the balcony and although I doubted anyone could actually look up her skirt based on where we were, I knew it would turn her on to be sitting there... naked beneath a pretty short skirt... with hundreds of people walking by on the boardwalk just a few stories below. The breeze off the beach was a cool one and her beautiful breasts -- swinging full and free with very little sag beneath her tight t-shirt -- were capped by her puckered erect nipples. Her breasts and nipples were substantial enough that I WAS sure everyone walking by below could look up and see them.



We ordered our lunch from a server who had a real hard time keeping his eyes off Stacey's tits. By the time lunch was over the lump in his pants gave away how much he'd been thinking about my sexy wife's body. Based on how much I'd seen her squirming in her chair I knew that either thoughts of the server or memories of the day so far had kept her engine primed and running hard. That was VERY good to know -- because I had some interesting surprises for her that afternoon.



When I paid the bill I left a good tip for the server and wrote my wife's cell phone number on the receipt without her seeing it. I put a note that said, "Call me after ten in the morning tomorrow." I didn't know where I expected that to go, but it seemed -- at that moment -- a fun thing to do. The server looked in his early-20s and I knew he wouldn't be able to handle my sexy wife. Still, it was an exciting thought to imagine him trying and her enjoying it so much. Her being shared wasn't something we'd tried yet -- other than showing her off -- but everything is subject to change.



Back up in our room sexy Stacey looked at me and asked, "Now what?"



"Now," I replied, "I need you to change your clothes for the afternoon. We have a couple places to visit." As I talked I pulled what I wanted her to wear out of the bag I had packed for her. She was going to keep on the thigh-highs she was wearing but a crisp white blouse was going to replace the t-shirt and a plaid mid-thigh length skirt was going to replace the shorter one she was wearing. The final touch was the pair of patent-leather shoes with a conservative heel. My lover cocked her head in askance when she saw that she was essentially dressing as a naughty school girl -- but she didn't say anything.



It took all my self-control not to attack her as she changed. Her body is so sensual and perfectly curved. She stripped off the t-shirt bearing her magnificent breasts and then bent over to push off her skirt. Standing back up, she looked at me, hands on her hips, her weight mostly on one leg, looking at me as I looked at her in her thigh-highs and heals. What caught my attention was when my gaze travelled down her body to find the juncture of her thighs -- and I saw the sheen of her juices smeared on the inside of them. My sexy wife was indeed still operating at a high level of excitement. That was good... little did she know what I had in store for her.



Watching her dress wasn't nearly as exciting as watching her undress but it made it easier for me not to jump her bones. When she was dressed I had her brush her teeth, as I did mine, and then we headed out to the elevator and down to the Jeep. The length of the plaid skirt was longer than the one she'd worn that morning so there was far less chance of her body being unexpectedly or even intentionally shown off. But it was going to serve a purpose so it still excited me a great deal.



The ride in the Jeep wasn't very long but the cool breeze still made her nipples stand out noticeably through the white blouse. It had only been buttoned up to the point of her cleavage and was tucked neatly into the skirt. If I hadn't known it was her 41st birthday I'd be inclined to think she was a deliciously naughty college coed. That she was beautiful and sexy was never a doubt for either of us, and our perceptions were supported by the number of men (and women) who we passed or who passed by us who we caught staring at her.



When I pulled into the parking lot, Stacey didn't know where we were or what we were there for. The building looked like a huge warehouse -- very non-descript -- but there was a significant number of cars in the parking lot. The sign on the front of the building said, "AFI" and nothing else. Looking confused, Stacey turned to me and asked, "What's this place?"



"You'll see," I said with a smile. "And I'm pretty sure we'll like it." When I looked at her she still looked pretty unsure. "Trust me, baby," I said with a smile. "You know I won't let anything bad happen to you and we're here to celebrate your birthday." She thought for a second and then nodded -- as if to herself. Shutting off the Jeep, I went around and helped her out and, holding her hand, led her into the building.



The lobby was plush with thick carpeting, understated reflected lighting, a HUGE fish tank with tropical fish lazily swimming inside and a collection of over-stuffed brown leather furniture with brass studs. There was also a reception window along one wall with an attractive young lady sitting on the other side of the window. She looked up when we walked in, looked down at something on her desk, and then looked back up with a big smile. Looking at my wife she said, "Stacey?"



Stacey looked quite surprised, glanced at me, and then looked back at the young lady with a smile and a nod. "Excellent," said the now enthusiastic receptionist. "Ms. Langwood will be right with you."



"Thank you," I said, leading Stacey over to one of the sofas. She looked at me as if she wanted to ask me what was going on, but I just shook my head. I wouldn't tell her anyway. I wanted it all to be as much of a surprise to her as it could be. We sat quietly side by side. I noticed that her knees were clamped shut and she was sitting almost at attention.



A couple minutes later another door opened in the lobby and a strikingly tall woman came out. She had to be just over six feet -- certainly a couple inches taller than me -- wearing a long black oriental-silk appearing dress. Her hair was as black as her dress although her skin complexion and facial bone structure led me to believe that she was Caucasian. Her eyes were dark brown behind the wire-rim glasses she wore perched high on her nose. She was carrying a clipboard and I got the immediate impression of "executive assistant". Having consulted her clipboard she looked at us sitting there and said, "Stacey? Wolf?" We nodded. She said, "Please follow me." We did as we were told and followed her back through the door she'd entered the lobby from.



On the other side was a wide hallway with doors every twenty or thirty feet or so. As we walked, Ms. Executive Assistant looked back over her shoulder and asked me, "Wolf, does Stacey know what she's here for today?"



Before I could answer, Stacey replied, "I don't even know what this place is."



Ms. Executive Assistant stopped in place, turned sharply and looked at me. "You know we have to have her full knowledge and agreement or we cannot proceed."



"In this case," I argued, "her full knowledge will reduce the impact and enjoyment for her. Her ignorance is a necessary component for her to fully enjoy the appointment I've set up for her."



Ms. Executive Assistant thought about that for a few moments and finally said, "We'll still need her to sign the waiver."



"She will," I said. Stacey looked at me with curiosity in her eyes -- but didn't say anything. She still didn't know what we were here for... or even really what "here" was.



Turning to face Stacey the woman held out the clipboard. The top sheet said WAIVER above a couple paragraphs of type. At the bottom was a line for a signature and a date. Glancing at me, Stacey took the clipboard and read through the document. I didn't know what it said but I fervently hoped it didn't give away anything about what the place did or what we were there for. When Stacey saw that "AFI" stood for Adult Fantasy Island she glanced quickly at me again, but then went back to the document. When she finished reading it she signed and dated it and handed it back to our current hostess.



Looking at it for a moment, Ms. Executive Assistant said, "Very good." Then she looked back up at us. "Wolf," she said looking at me. "wait in here." As she said that she opened the door she was standing next to and then I knew why we had stopped there to make sure the paperwork was done.



Turning to Stacey, I took her hand to give it a squeeze, bent to give her a short kiss, told her to have fun and then turned away to enter the room Ms. Executive Assistant had pointed out. Before the door closed I heard the woman say, "Stacey? This way," and their footsteps as they began to walk down the hallway.



The room I was in was an observation room. On the front wall was a collection of six screens, each about two feet high by three feet wide. Centered in front of them and about 15 feet back was a comfortable looking recliner. To one side of it was a full-size refrigerator and a tall cabinet along with a short counter holding a sink and a microwave oven. The room had been set up in every way to be a comfortable observation lounge. It was MY fantasy room within this Adult Fantasy Island. On the six screens I could see what would serve as Stacey's.



As I settled into the chair I saw Ms. Executive Assistant leading Stacey into the room shown in the top left screen: what I considered to be screen one. Two was to the right; three all the way over. Four, five and six were the second row left to right.



On screen one I saw Stacey entering the room looking nervous. Ms. Executive Assistant didn't enter with her, but instead closed the door behind Stacey after she entered. The room looked like the office of a high school dean's secretary. There was a solid looking wood desk with an office chair behind it and two hard wooden chairs in front of it. The name plate on the desk said "SECRETARY". Stacey looked around for a moment and then sat down in the closest chair facing the desk.



Looking in a pouch on the side of the recliner I found a remote that controlled volume and used it to turn up the volume on screen one. I could almost hear Stacey's excited / scared breathing. A few moments later the door behind her opened again and a harsh looking but voluptuous woman stepped in. She was dressed in a conservative looking skirt suit, average height, blond hair with highlights. She closed the door authoritatively behind herself and then, with quick strides, walked over to stand behind the desk looking at Stacey.



"Do you know why you're here?" I heard her ask my lover. Stacey shook her head no without saying a word. The woman raised her voice. "You will reply Yes or No Ma'am! Is that clear?"



Stacey jumped at the harsh sounding half-shouted words but replied as required. "Yes, ma'am."



"Do you know why you're here?" the woman asked again.



"No, ma'am," replied Stacey.



"You're here," the woman explained, "because any number of your teachers have reported that your classroom behavior has been entirely unacceptable. You are a constant disruption. You don't respect the rules of the classroom." The woman paused for a moment and lowered her eyes to look at Stacey's blouse -- with her full bosom clearly and easily visible through it. The woman looked back up to meet Stacey's eyes. "And you apparently have no sense of decorum. You certainly don't know what constitutes 'appropriate dress' for the school environment."



Stacey was speechless as she sat there. I knew that she was scared, nervous and excited all at once. I knew she was wondering what was going to happen. She knew it was an Adult Fantasy Island... a place she had to know that was in business to fulfill adult fantasies. On of her favorite fantasies was being sent to the principle or dean's office for misbehaving only to be taken advantage of by the secretary in that office.



"What do you have to say for yourself?" the secretary asked harshly.



"I don't know," said Stacey. "I don't think I've done anything wrong."



Immediately and with such speed that it made Stacey flinch away, the Secretary circled her desk, grabbed Stacey by her hair and yanked her up out of the chair. Holding Stacy by a handful of the hair on the back of her head with her right hand, the Secretary grabbed the front of Stacey's blouse where the buttons met by sticking her hand essentially into Stacey's cleavage and grabbing whatever shirt she could. All but yelling at Stacey, with her face mere inches away, the Secretary said, "You think THIS constitutes adequate dress?" And as soon as she'd finished asking the question she yanked hard on the blouse, popping off all the buttons that had been fastened and leaving the blouse hanging open on Stacey's body. On the screen I could see Stacey starting to tremble but I also saw her exposed tits swaying and noticed just how hard her nipples were. Yes, I thought -- she IS enjoying this.



Before Stacey could react the Secretary reached down to the hem of Stacey's skirt, grabbed it and yanked it up hard -- exposing my lovely wife's naked pussy and ass. "You think THIS is an adequate method of dress for this school?" the Secretary yelled. Instead of dropping the skirt's hem, the Secretary pulled it as hard as she could, ripping the zipper and succeeding in getting the skirt to all but fall off my wife's hips and butt.



I realized my cock was rock hard as I watched this woman handle my wife in this fashion -- taking great delight in knowing I was fulfilling one of my wife's darkest fantasies in a safe way. As I watched the woman continued on.



Still holding a handful of Stacey's hair and taller than Stacey by just enough to have to force her head back so that she could look up at the Secretary, the Secretary continued her tirade. "Only a slut would come to school in a sheer blouse without a bra. Only a slut would come to school with no panties on." As she made her statement about the blouse the Secretary pulled on it, further making it fall from my wife's body. It was barely hanging there as Stacey stood, her face turned up and looking scared, her arms hanging at her sides. As the Secretary ranted about Stacey not wearing underwear she pulled at the skirt a second time, ripping it more and causing it to fall off my lover's hips and butt, landing in a heap of tattered cloth at her feet.



I nearly came without having even taken my cock out or touched myself when the Secretary jammed her left hand into Stacey's crotch. I couldn't see directly into Stacey's crotch -- and then I realized that screen four -- directly beneath the one that had been holding my attention -- showed exactly that: the Secretary hand in Stacey's crotch. It must have been fed by a camera mounted under the outer lip of the desk's edge. I didn't wonder about it long as the Secretary continued to yell.



"Only a slut would want her pussy exposed..." and then she stopped, her hand working between Stacey's legs. A look of surprise came across the Secretary's face as she took a breath. "Oh, my goodness," she said with a hiss. "You ARE a true slut aren't you?" she asked Stacey.



"I don't know..." Stacey started. It was obvious she was going to say more but the Secretary cut her off.



"You don't know?" she shouted giving Stacey's hair a yank. "YOU DON'T KNOW?!" Pulling her hand out of Stacey's crotch she held her sticky shiny fingers up in front of Stacey's upturned face. "THIS tells me all I need to know," said the Secretary. "Only a true slut would get excited and wet as she was punished for being what she is." The Secretary used her handful of Stacey's hair to slowly turn Stacey's head so that they were face to face and, albeit unknowingly, Stacey was looking nearly straight up into the camera I was watching. "That's okay," the Secretary said. "I know the proper kind of punishment for you. I know exactly how to cure you of your slutty behavior."



Then, rubbing the pussy-juice-slicked fingers of her left hand gently on Stacey's lips the Secretary said, "Open your mouth for me." When Stacey refused, shaking her head 'no' against the hold of the Secretary's handful of her hair, I knew she was getting into it. Stacey absolutely loves the taste of her own pussy and is very bi-sexual. If she was refusing to taste her own juices off the Secretary's fingers then she was pushing the Secretary to treat her even rougher than she already was.

<hr pg="2" />The Secretary's reaction was immediate and explosive. With a sharp yank on Stacey's hair the Secretary literally screamed, "OPEN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!" I don't know if Stacey willingly complied or if the pain from having her hair pulled made her gasp but either way, her lips parted. As soon as they had the Secretary shoved three fingers of her hand into Stacey's mouth and started rubbing them around on her tongue. As I watched Stacey gagged slightly and then sealed her lips around those fingers to suck her juices off.



As Stacey sucked the Secretary pumped her fingers in and out of Stacey's mouth, never releasing her hold on Stacey's hair. "That's right, slut," said the Secretary. "Suck that pussy juice off my fingers." When Stacey had apparently gotten it all, the Secretary stuck her left hand back between Stacey's legs and, as I looked at the other camera, roughly shoved two and then three fingers as deep into Stacey's dripping cunt as she could reach. After jamming them back and forth for several strokes she pulled her hand back out and force-fed it to Stacey again. Only this time Stacey didn't resist at all. She enjoyed her flavor off those fingers and it was obvious. The Secretary noticed too.



"Well, aren't you a hungry little cunt slut," she said. "Do you like other pussy juice as much as your own?" I think Stacey thought it was a rhetorical question because she didn't answer. That was a mistake.



"Bitch!" screamed the Secretary with another yank on Stacey's hair. "I asked you a question. Give me my answer! Do you like other pussies as much as your own?" For a brief second I realized that was a different question -- one was about juice and one was about pussy -- but I didn't have time to think about it.



"Yes, ma'am!" Stacey cried in response to the yank on her hair.



"Yes, ma'am, what?" said the Secretary steely.



"Yes, ma'am, I like the way other pussy tastes," replied Stacey in a shaky voice.



"Is that so?" responded the Secretary in a softer voice. "We'll just have to see about that then, won't we, hmm?"



Stacey didn't dare NOT to answer. "Yes, ma'am," she replied. "We will."



Finally letting go of her grip on Stacey's hair the Secretary said, "Get that tattered blouse off and step out of that rag at your feet that used to be your skirt." As Stacey complied I watched the Secretary reach up under her own skirt, pulling off her panties which I saw as she threw them into the chair where Stacey had been sitting.



At that moment I realized that my sexy delicious wife was now standing naked except for her shoes in a room with a total stranger whose name she didn't know. That stranger had finger-fucked her and had fed her her own pussy juice. And if I was guessing right, the Secretary was getting ready to feed Stacey more than just pussy juice off her fingers.



Having shucked her panties, the Secretary pulled her skirt up to her waist and moved over to the edge of the desk in front of Stacey. "Sit down," she ordered my wife. Stacey complied, sitting in the chair on top of the Secretary's panties that had been laid there. As Stacey watched the Secretary sat herself on the edge of the desk, positioning her butt close to the edge and lifting her legs apart to show off a perfectly shaved cunt. At that point Screen Two lit up and I saw that whatever camera fed it looked directly down into the crotch of the Secretary as she'd positioned herself.



Her pussy looked tasty. It wasn't a fleshy or skinny pussy but had nicely full outer lips, just visible but bright red inner lips and a bright pink clit that was just peeking out from under its hood.



As the two women were positioned Stacey's face was about two feet away from the Secretary's wide open pussy. Stacey had sat down with her hands on her thighs, her legs not spread but not closed either. Her upper chest was flushed a deep red -- a sure sign of her excitement -- and her nipples looked hard enough to cut diamonds. I knew she was having a good time -- and was soon going to have more.



"Lean forward," commanded the Secretary. Stacey complied, putting her face about six inches from the Secretary's smooth sex. "Inhale deeply," ordered the Secretary. I could see Stacey's torso expand as she complied. "Do you like how my pussy smells?" asked the Secretary. I had a feeling that Stacey had better answer in the positive or she'd be in deep trouble.



"Yes, ma'am," said Stacey meekly.



"Do you want to taste it?" asked the Secretary.



Stacey hesitated only long enough to take another deep breath. "Yes, ma'am," she said sounding just as meek.



"Do you want to stick your tongue into it?" the Secretary asked.



"Yes, ma'am," replied Stacey still only inches away from what looked like a delicious pussy to me.



"Do you want to suck the juices out of it?" the Secretary asked.



"Yes, ma'am," replied Stacey.



"Then ask for my permission," said the Secretary. "I'll consider letting you have a taste."



Stacey looked up from the woman's pussy. "Ma'am?" she said, the question obvious in her voice. Ask permission? Didn't this woman WANT Stacey to pleasure her?



Her hesitation had pissed off the Secretary once again. "BEG TO EAT MY CUNT YOU SLUT!" screamed the Secretary.



I saw Stacey visibly jump at the rebuke, but she recovered quickly and returned her gaze back to the Secretary's open womanhood. "May I eat your pussy, please ma'am?" asked Stacey quietly.



"Excuse me?" said the Secretary sounding agitated.



"May I please eat your pussy, ma'am?" asked Stacey in a louder more confident voice.



"No," said the Secretary looking frustrated. "You may not 'eat my pussy please', you silly thing." Stacey looked back up at her and I could just imagine the look of confusion on my wife's face. The Secretary answered Stacey's confusion in a clear but blunt fashion. "What you may do," said the Secretary, "if you can ask properly," she explained, "is suck my tasty cunt. You may tongue-fuck me and nibble my clit, IF you can ask like you mean it."



There was a brief moment's hesitation as Stacey took a deep breath. Then, in a clear voice she asked, "Ma'am, may I please pleasure you by sucking and tonguing your cunt? May I lick, nibble and suck your clit until your pussy gushes its sweet juice into my mouth? May I pleasure your pussy with my fingers, mouth, lips, teeth and tongue until you have no more use for me?"



"YES," said the Secretary in exasperation. "What the fuck are you waiting for?" And with that she grabbed the back of Stacey's head once again, forcing her face forward into the Secretary's pussy and cried, "Eat me!"



As her face mashed into the woman's open pussy, Stacey braced herself by putting her hands on the inside of the woman's thighs. The woman had a strong hold on the back of Stacey's head and was pulling Stacey's face HARD into her pussy as she humped her hips, also pushing her pussy up HARD against Stacey's face. After a few moments of struggling the woman relaxed her hold and I saw my wife take control as she began to orally explore and pleasure the Secretary's pussy. Soon her hands had moved from the woman's thighs to her pussy, using her fingers to hold open the lips to grant better access to the clit and drooling opening.



I watched with delight as my wife licked and sucked on the Secretary's clit. I felt pride as my wife energetically stretched her tongue as far into the woman's sex as she could, pulling her tongue out only to replace it with two fingers which she rhythmically pumped in and out as she went back to sucking the woman's clit. In short order the Secretary was in the throws of orgasm which Stacey attentively ate her to and through, not stopping until the Secretary had cum twice more. It was during the woman's third orgasm that I realized one camera had a clear view (somehow) into the woman's spread crotch and I saw that Stacey had two fingers running in and out of the woman's pussy while another finger was sliding in and out of the woman's ass. Damn my wife was motivated.



After coming down from the third orgasm the woman pushed Stacey's face out of her crotch. Looking down at Stacey's pussy-juice slicked face the Secretary said, "Well, you ARE quite a good little slut, aren't you?" Stacey only nodded in return. "Very good," said the Secretary as she got up off the desk and let her skirt fall back down. Her next words surprised even me. "Now bend over the desk and let's see how good of a true slut you are."



Stacey had learned and was having quite a good time anyway. She didn't hesitate or wonder. She just stood up out of the chair, spread her legs far enough to get her hips at the same height as the edge of the desk and bent over it. Another screen lit up and I saw that the camera showed my wife's face just an inch off the desk's surface. Beneath it I could just see the curve of her chest as it was mashed against he hard wood surface of the desk.



On another screen I could see the whole room from above and watched as the Secretary stepped around the corner of the desk, opened a drawer, reached in to pull something out and then closed the drawer again. Stacey had been looking the wrong way and didn't see what the Secretary had retrieved. Neither did I until the Secretary showed it to the camera. 'Oh, Stacey's going to love this,' I thought.



"Are you a good slut?" the Secretary asked Stacey.



"Yes, ma'am," Stacey replied from her position bent over the desk.



"Every good slut likes to have her pussy regularly filled with a nice hard cock," said the Secretary. "Don't you think that's right?" she asked Stacey.



"Yes, ma'am," said Stacey.



"So, being a good little slut, you'd love to have a nice hard cock pushed into your hungry cunt, wouldn't you?" the Secretary asked.



"Yes, ma'am," Stacey almost groaned her response. I knew how horny she had to be and could easily imagine how badly her pussy needed fucked.



"Good," said the Secretary as she stood behind Stacey looking down at her spread ass and pussy. "Because that's exactly what we're going to get for you. A nice... hard... thick... long... COCK." As she talked she had walked back and forth in the small space available between Stacey -- bent over the desk -- and the chairs. When she had finished speaking her piece, she stopped behind Stacey and put her left hand on the small of Stacey's back, effectively holding her down and in place. The large dildo she held in her right hand was being aimed at Stacey's pussy. It wasn't HUGE but it wasn't small either. It was bigger than my own 7.5" and thicker around than I was.



As she lined up the artificial cock with Stacey's pussy, but not touching her with it yet, the Secretary said, "Now let's see how much cock your hungry little pussy can take, shall we?" It was an obviously rhetorical question but Stacey answered with a, "Yes, ma'am," anyway.



I watched as the Secretary touched the head of the dildo to my wife's pussy and began rubbing it up and down her slit, spreading her copious juices onto the toy. She seemed in no hurry to push it into Stacey and even I was getting desperate to see the toy stretch my wife's cunt open to fill it up when Stacey finally began to push just the head into Stacey.



A deep grumbling groan of pleasure escaped from somewhere inside my wife as the toy's bulbous cockhead stretched open her pussy and filled her to only the first inch. In response to Stacey's groan the Secretary said, "Oh... my little slut likes having a big cock split her open, huh?" The reply she got was another groan as she forced more of the dildo into Stacey's sex.



Across the next several minutes I watched as the Secretary slowly pumped the dildo back and forth, twisting occasionally as she went, allowing Stacey's pussy some time to adjust to the length and thickness of the fake cock. Stacey was beginning to look like she couldn't live without all of it and RIGHT NOW as she humped her hips and wiggled her ass every time the dildo was withdrawn. I knew my wife well. I knew what she wanted. She wanted all of that dildo that could be offered and she wanted it sliding in and out of her pussy as fast and as hard as the Secretary could manage.



The Secretary knew what she was doing though and took her time working it into my sweet Stacey. It was almost ten minutes later when I saw the Secretary push the full length of the dildo into Stacey's cunt, leaving only enough out of my wife's body for the woman to hold on to. The sounds that escaped my wife's core were highly erotic as the Secretary held that toy buried deep in Stacey's pussy and began to twist it back and forth, rotating the fake head deep in Stacey's pussy, putting pressure and friction against her cervix. Could she get any more full?



Finally satisfied that Stacey was ready for more the Secretary changed her position so that she was leaning across Stacey's lower back and held onto the edge of the desk. When she began moving the dildo in and out I realized why. She'd pull the dildo out quickly but in a controlled fashion so that she stopped the withdraw with the dildo-cockhead just still inside Stacey. Then she'd ram the full length of the dildo back in so hard that her hand slammed into Stacey's crotch and the force of it pushed Stacey so hard against he desk that the whole thing shook. Every thrust caused Stacey to cry out in pleasure and soon the Secretary was steadily and quickly FORCEFULLY fucking Stacey's slick cunt with that big toy.



I knew that if she moved that toy just right Stacey would soon be rolling through a rack of orgasms, but to my surprise the Secretary wasn't done yet. As she laid there across Stacey's lower back, roughly fucking the toy in and out of my wife, the Secretary used her left hand to start poking and prodding Stacey's back door. I hadn't mentioned this nor requested it but wasn't objectionable to it. Neither was Stacey apparently as her moans and groans grew louder every time the Secretary's fingers played across that puckered rosebud.



Reaching down further to gather some of Stacey's juices for lube the Secretary took her time adding a finger into Stacey's ass to the mix of her pleasure. All the while that dildo was continuing in and out of her pussy hard, deep and fast. The backdoor finger fucked in counter point and soon my lover was over the edge rolling through what looked like about four or five back-to-back orgasms.



As Stacey got through the third orgasm I saw the door to the room open again and a man stepped in. He was very quiet and I doubt Stacey even heard the door or him moving as she moaned through her orgasms. Other noises in the room included the slapping sounds the Secretary's hand was making against Stacey's crotch as she slammed the dildo in and out and the sounds of the desk as it moved incrementally on the floor. The man was wearing a pair of boxer shorts only. He looked pretty well built and about average in height and weight. As I watched, sometime in Stacey's fourth orgasm the man dropped his shorts revealing his cock -- which looked like it might be slightly bigger than the dildo then ramming in and out of my wife's cunt. This was something I had listed as optional when I had booked the service but I was sure now that it was good to include it. Stacey was going to enjoy this.



As the man stood and stroked his cock to get it hard, watching the Secretary continue to fuck my wife hard and deep with the toy, the Secretary started up a brief dialogue with Stacey.



"Does my little slut like that cock in her pussy?" she asked.



"Yes... ma'am...," Stacey answered as best she could between the moaning and fucking.



"Does your hungry little pussy like cock?" the Secretary asked.



"Yes... ma'am...," Stacey panted out.



"It's fucking deliciously sexy and pleasurable, isn't it, slut?" asked the Secretary.



"God, yes!" Stacey moaned out.



"The only way it could be better would be if it was a real cock wouldn't it?" the Secretary asked.



"Mmmm..." moaned Stacey. It wasn't an answer.



Once again the Secretary raised her voice. "Answer me, slut!" she shouted. "Don't you wish this toy was a REAL cock?"



"YESSSSS!" Stacey forced herself to reply through her pleasure.



I noticed that the man was almost fully erect and was sliding a condom onto his length. Re-evaluating what I could see I decided that he was even bigger than the toy was -- probably about nine inches long and pretty thick around.



"Good!" said the Secretary, motioning to the man with her eyes. "Because that's what you're going to get now!" As she said that she pulled the dildo out of my wife and dropped it so she could use both hands to hold Stacey open as the man stepped up behind her. As I watched, Stacey's head popped up off the desk in surprise, but her body was trapped underneath the weight of the Secretary laying across her lower back.



"Wha..?" was coming out of my sexy wife's mouth as the man lined up his cock and pushed it into her. The "Wha...?" turned into, "aomfnge......" as Stacey's breath escaped her and the pleasure of having her pussy filled even more than it was washed over her.



In a single stroke the man buried himself almost balls deep. Stacey's head fell back to the desk as her breathing turned into ragged moans of on-going pleasure while her pussy was stretched even wider and deeper. I knew she hadn't been this thoroughly fucked in a long time. I also knew she was loving every minute of something she'd never have done on her own.



Within a few strokes of his cock the man had finally buried his length into her pussy and, holding her hips for leverage, began stroking back and forth. Out until only his cockhead remained in her pussy and then back in until his balls slapped against her clit. As he stroked the Secretary went back to finger-fucking Stacey's ass and I watched with my own cock rock-hard, throbbing and freely oozing precum into my shorts, as a man and a woman whose names I didn't even know, thoroughly fucked my wife for the next fifteen minutes or so.



In that time my Stacey had another several orgasms and never stopped panting out her moans and groans. It was obvious that she was enjoying the experience and I was happy I could give it to her for her birthday.



Finally the man began to get close to his orgasm and, as I watched, he pulled his cock out, stripped off the condom in a single motion, and fed his cock into the Secretary's mouth as she bent over to take it. Into her sucking mouth he came and I never saw a drop drip out from between her lips. As the man moaned out his own pleasurable orgasm my wife just laid on the desk like a ragdoll -- thoroughly fucked and (hopefully) temporarily sexually satiated. When the man's orgasm had run its course I watched the Secretary release her suck-hold on his cock, look up at the camera, open her mouth to roll the cum she'd caught around on her tongue, and then close her mouth to swallow hard a few times. When she'd finished swallowing what had looked like an impressive load the Secretary looked back up at the camera, smiled and blew it a kiss.



Within the next few seconds the man had put his boxers back on and left the room with the Secretary going out the door right behind him carrying the dildo she'd previously dropped on the floor. Stacey was left near exhausted laying across the desk, her clothes in tatters on the floor behind her. After another few seconds Ms. Executive Assistant entered the room carrying a robe and a bottle of water.



Very gently she bent to lower her face near Stacey's, said a few words so softly that I couldn't hear them, and then helped Stacey to stand up. Stacey's legs looked pretty wobbly but after the abuse her pussy had just taken I could understand why. Not even seeming to notice that she was naked in front of Ms. Executive Assistant, Stacey gladly accepted the bottle of water and took a couple swigs. In another few moments she seemed to have regained her composure enough to smile and then noticed the robe Ms. Executive Assistant was trying to hand her. As Stacey took it and began to put it on the screens all went blank and a few moments later there was a knock on the door of the room I was in.

<hr pg="3" />Getting up out of the chair I went and opened it to find Ms. Executive Assistant standing there. The look on her face was serious but looked happy. "Was it what you wanted and expected?" she asked me.



"It was what I asked for and met my every expectation," I answered her.



"Good," she said. "I trust you'll recommend our facilities to your friends." It was both a statement and a question.



"You can bet on that," I said to her.



"Very good," she said with a brilliant smile. "Let me take you to your wife." With that, she turned and walked down the hall. I followed until we were several doors down. She knocked softly, didn't wait for a reply and entered the room. I entered behind her and found myself looking at Stacey, wearing a robe with "AFI" embroidered on the breast, leaning against the desk she'd just been fucked over, drinking the last of the water in the bottle Ms. Executive Assistant had brought her.



"I'll leave you for a few minutes," said Ms. Executive Assistant, "but we'll need to reconfigure the room soon, so please no more than five minutes." With that she turned and left, closing the door behind herself.



I looked at Stacey who was looking at me. Her hair was a mess and there was a glazed look in her eyes. It was one I recognized. It was a look of sexually exhaustive pleasure. "You okay?" I asked her.



"Uh, huh," she said with a small grin. "You okay?" she asked back.



"And then some," I replied with a smile of my own. "Happy Birthday again," I added.



"Thanks," she said with a big grin now. "We'll have to talk about it all but thanks... I had a good time."



Reaching my hand out for hers I gave it a squeeze and then pulled her up off the desk. In the back of my mind I wondered if she had yet realized that she was going to be riding back to the hotel in the Jeep wearing only that robe... but I didn't figure she'd mind. So far all my guesses for the day had been right on the money. I was looking forward to the rest of the day.

