Chapter 1: Myra and Nancy Meet

My name is Myra Simmons. I'm a natural blonde (yes, if we meet and you ask, I'll show you) with blue eyes, 38 C breasts, 28-inch waist and 36-inch hips.

I'm a vice-president in the advertising industry and, as you would expect if you have a stereotype image of me, I used sex as a way to advance. Everyone in business uses any tool they can to succeed and my sex is one of the best weapons I have. After all, most male executives aren't interested in my 130 IQ or my organizational skills and ability to design a killer ad. Once I have a position, those come into play but, except for a couple of female executives, it was my sexuality and sexual freedom, which gave me a leg up the corporate ladder.

I've had many adventures over the past twenty-five years in the business and most of them have involved sex at some point. The most memorable, for me, included a lot of sex. You see, I am a cum slut; addicted to the feel of men inserting themselves into me and ejaculating into my unprotected body. Since I prefer, even demand that sex be unprotected, I have to select my partners carefully. Yes, I want, need and crave the gift of their cum, but I don't want any other "presents" along with it. Once they have proven they are free of sexual diseases, they are free to share pleasure with me and put their cum into me wherever they want. And many have put it in all three of my available openings. I did have to draw a line with one gentleman who wanted to cum in my ear. After the first time he did it, I had problems clearing it out after it dried. No one has been allowed a repeat of that performance!

This particular adventure was one I first enjoyed about 5 years ago. I was going to Philadelphia to meet with a client in person. I'd been dealing with them through telephone and videoconference for about six months, since we'd gained the account. I was meeting with the President and his upper management team. It was a large project and, for them, a huge investment, so they wanted me to come out to meet them face to face to establish a good rapport between us during the project, with immediate responses, updates and interactions. My boss's orders were very specific: do anything to make them happy and secure the account and don't screw it up. I intended to be successful, no matter what it took to "not screw it up." Little did I know, as I was leaving to go to the airport, how pleasurable a task that was going to be.

My plane landed at Philadelphia International Airport about 6:00PM on Sunday night. I retrieved my luggage from the terminal and then headed out to catch a cab to my hotel. I was staying at one near the waterfront, not far from the center of the city and near their historic district. When I got to my room, which was on one of the upper levels, I was pleasantly surprised by the view, looking out over the lights of the downtown area.

As soon as I walked into the room, I saw the message indicator on the phone flashing. After tossing my luggage on the stand in the closet and then sitting on the bed, I accessed the message. It was from my client's VP of finance, Nancy Storm. The message welcomed me and asked if I'd be interested in meeting her for dinner after I'd gotten settled in. Since I'd dealt with her during earlier discussions, but not directly on the project, I felt quite comfortable meeting with her prior to starting my work. I was also curious as to her motives, since I'd picked up some vibrations from her during our conversations that hinted at interests outside of our work.

I dialed the number she'd left on her message and she answered on the second ring.

"Hello, Nancy Storm residence."

"Hello, Nancy, this is Myra. I'm returning your call to my room. I just arrived."

"Oh, hello, Myra! I'm glad you got in safely. How was your flight?"

"Uneventful," I responded chuckling.

"I was wondering if you'd be interested in meeting me for dinner tonight," she replied, "I can show you some of the better restaurants in the area, if you're interested. I thought it might help you acclimate to the area and give you a chance to relax without being totally bored."

Listening to her, the words were clear and innocent enough, but there was something in the tone that hinted at more. Was that pent up excitement I was hearing?

"That sounds terrific, Nancy, I'd love to join you. Where would you recommend?"

"Do you have an interest in history?" Nance asked.

"Actually," I responded, "yes, I do. And this is a very historic city."

"Well, then, I'll pick you up and we'll head over to the City Tavern. Its where many of the signers of the Declaration of Independence met during their deliberations."

"Sounds great to me. The place must be steeped in history!" I replied. "Give me about an hour to shower, change and get ready, won't you?"

"Ok, Myra," Nancy responded, "I'll meet you in the lobby at 8:00"

"Great, I'll see you then." I answered.

After hanging up, I opened my suitcase and took out my clothes, hanging my skirts, blouses and slacks up and tucking underwear and bras into the drawers in the bureau in the room. I laid out a cream colored silk blouse on the bed, a beige bra I'd gotten recently from Victoria Secret, matching panties and a navy skirt that fit snugly but not so tight as to be an impediment to movement. Going into the bathroom, I turned on the water for the shower, opened the soap, stripped off my blouse, slacks, bra and panties I'd worn during the flight and stepped into the stream of water.

As I wet the washcloth and soaped it up, I luxuriated in the feel of the hot water cascading down over my naked flesh. I rubbed the soap onto my arms, being more gentle going over the scar on the underside of my upper right arm where I'd been cut years ago by a broken lamp, the result of a little bit too violent a reaction in my sexual responses that night. The tingle of the soapy rag touching it brought pleasure of it's own but also the pleasure of the memories of how I got it.

From there, I moved to my breasts, rubbing the cloth under them and over the lower orbs. Gravity was starting to have its effect on them and they were fuller than they used to be. But, I loved how natural they were and felt and refused to have them altered.

Next I washed between my breasts and over the tops, finally zeroing in on my already erect nipples. With an aroused sigh, I began to soap them, finally laying the cloth over both of them. With my fingers, thorough the cloth, I began to pinch and roll them. I could never take a shower without stimulating my own nipples to the point of an orgasm. This night was no different.

Even though it was something I did during almost every shower, the stimulation was intense. As the orgasm reached its peak, I pinched and pulled both of my nipples hard, my eyes closed, the vision in my head showing Nancy pulling on them hard as she watched me squirm and spasm in pleasure. Gasping, leaning heavily on the grab bar as the waves of pleasure pulsed through my body, shooting out from my hardened nipples, straight to my clit, then back again. I was lost in my orgasmic loop as I leaned there, continually pulling on my turgid nipples.

Finally, I began to move to my next pleasure point. Releasing my right nipple, I began to soap my stomach and navel. Slowly, I let my hand drift downward until I was sudsing my soft, blonde pubic hair, all the while continuing to pull on my left nipple. My clit was hard and protruding by the time I'd reached it, begging for the attention it constantly craves. Not being able to fight that overpowering demand, I slid the soapy cloth over it, cleaning it thoroughly so that it was ready to find its way into a lover's mouth ... I began to stroke the cloth up and down against it and swirl it around it. Soon, the motion and sensations my touch created began to generate shocks of pleasure, which radiated out through my entire body.

Nipples ablaze, clit swollen and filled with blood, my vaginal lips engorged and separated, I was ready to accept a mate. My body rocked and heaved as I continued to minister to my sexual needs. I was gasping, moaning, squirming and rocking. Finally, the tingling deep in my core began to assert itself and the irresistible power it contained began to spread throughout my being. Reasoning fled to the winds, control left before its onslaught, my body belonged to my urgent carnal need. Once it filled my entire being: body, mind, heart and soul, the orgasmic explosion began to erupt in my depths. Like an exploding atomic bomb, an intense orgasmic light mushroomed out of my inner core and consumed me totally! I lost all control, willingly surrendering my complete self to its domination! My breath came in gasps, moans of lust and pleasure escaped my lips, my hips rocked and pulsed out of my control, my vaginal fluids gushed down my thighs. My skin flushed bright red, my face and forehead burned with the fire consuming them from within. My nipples threatened to burst open on my chest from the strain of arousal and fullness they were experiencing. I was turned into a quivering mass of orgasming flesh and spirit!

And then the orgasmic wave passed from me and spread into the world around me. It released me completely and I slid down into the tub, by body having lost its only source of control. My womb continued to flow freely, my bladder clenched and mixed its fluids with those flowing from my womb as the contents sprayed out from me. I was boneless, without muscles, energy totally gone. I was post-orgasmic, post-ejaculate. I lay there in the water cascading down over me and in the fluids still draining from me and let the grayness of exhaustion begin to overtake me.

Breath returned raggedly. Sensations returned. Awareness returned. Control of my body returned. "Thank goodness that I was alone and in the shower," I thought, "with such a powerful orgasm." When I've had them with lovers it tended to be embarrassing. Even if they, both men and women, were happy to see me give myself over so completely to my sensuality and sexual need that I lost control of my body. Weakly, I stood back up, rinsed the cloth and applied fresh soap and then finished washing. After rinsing, I shut off the water and toweled myself dry. My body was dry with the exception of my waist length blonde hair and my pussy. My hair would soon be dry and hanging loosely in shining waves down my back but my pussy would continue to remain wet and ready as a result of my growing anticipation and excitement about the hidden agenda that Nancy's tone hinted existed for us tonight.

After drying and brushing my hair, I left the bathroom and went into the main area of the room. I picked up the panties I'd laid out, giggling at the view anyone entering the room would see as I stood there, my back to the door, bent over the bed. I slipped my right leg into my panties, followed rapidly by my left and slid the silky material up my legs. The feel of it against my groin, ass and pussy was very sensual and added to my sexual feeling. Next, I picked up the bra and slid my arms into the straps and pulled the cups under my breasts, encasing them in the soft, satiny touch of the material. Completing their capture, I reached around my back and fastened the catch. Even as I got the last of the hooks fastened, I could feel my breasts aching to be free of their confinement and in contact with hot flesh. My hope was that they would get their wish before the night was done.

I stood there, in my bra and panties and debated on pantyhose or my stockings and garter. The weather was quite warm, even this late in the evening so I decided to go without either. Quickly, I slipped the satin blouse over my arms and shoulders and fastened the buttons; leaving the top two open so my cleavage was visible. My skirt was just as rapidly slipped into place.

"Now," I thought, "if Nancy wants to play, there is nothing in her way."

I stood in front of the mirror on the chest and put on my pale pink lipstick. I had decided not to accentuate my lips tonight but to keep my appearance more natural. I liked the way my skin tone and coloration matched my hair and clothes, so I seldom wore any other make-up. I shook myself a bit to make sure everything was lying correctly. Liking what I saw, I slipped my feet into my 2-inch heel pumps, grabbed my purse and room key and headed out the door...

When I stepped out of the elevator, it was a few minutes after eight. I spotted Nancy right away, sitting in one of the chairs in the lobby. I quickly walked over to her, watching her stand up as she saw me approaching. One thing I noticed right away was that her nipples were hard, visible through her blouse and bra.

"Nancy, I'm so sorry to have made you wait!" I said as I reached her.

We embraced and hugged gently, even if a tad longer than would be normal.

"Not a problem, Myra, I just got here a couple of minutes ago. Besides," she said, looking me up and down completely, "you are worth waiting for."

I laughed at her comment and her tone. I knew for sure now that she was attracted to me sexually. It began to seem like my hopes of not being alone in my bed tonight would be fulfilled.

"Why Nancy, you sound like one of those guys who wants nothing more than to get into my pants."

Laughingly, she replied, "Maybe I am just like one of them."

I smiled broadly at her. "If you are, your chances are excellent! You are so beautiful, I couldn't resist your seductions."

Laughing openly, Nancy put her hand on her chest, just above and between her breasts. Her nipples were even more obvious. She looked directly into my bright blue eyes and I saw a twinkle of mischief in her hazel ones. Our gazes remained locked as she responded.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Myra, because I've wanted to spend time closely with you since the first time we were introduced in the initial video-conference. By the time we finish dinner, I hope I have seduced you."

It was my turn to laugh, even as I remembered the various chats I'd had with each of the company's executives. Most of them had been strictly business but each of the men, including the company president, had made a pass at me at at least once. My response to each of them was the same. Now, I'd see how serious they each were. Nancy and I had chatted quite a few times and gotten to be friends through our conversations. Even though she hadn't made a pass at me in that time, I could sense the sexual tension in her voice on many occasions. Our conversations had often bordered on flirtatious so I had a sense that she was lesbian or bi-sexual. I was hoping she was bi-sexual so that I could experience sex with her alone and with men. The thought of watching that beautiful body, naked and squirming, while penetrated and being filled got my own nipples hard and my pussy tingling. The thought of diving in to eat her just fucked pussy, burying my face in her soft brown bush and sucking the cum from her had me salivating.

"Myra, where are you, dear?" Nancy asked with a laugh.

"Oh, sorry, I was daydreaming about the past few weeks."

"They must have been good daydreams, the way you were smiling." She responded.

I smiled at her seductively. "Yes they were but not as good as tonight's reality may be."

"Myra, I think we are on the same page," Nancy replied, smiling broadly. Leaning in closely so that her lips were against my ear she continued, "I don't know about you but my panties are sopping already thinking about tonight with you."

Quickly I replied, "Mine too, Nancy, mine too. I can't wait to taste you!"

Nancy laughed. "I know what you mean, Myra. Just smelling your arousal has me ready to pounce you. But, dinner first, then we can share dessert."

"Mmmmmm, sounds heavenly, Nancy. I just hope I can control myself until then."

"You and I both, Myra. I'm having trouble keeping my hands off of you right here in the lobby!" Nancy shot back.

With that we separated a bit, both flush and both with visible nipples. We both reeked of sexual arousal. Anyone passing close to us couldn't miss the scent of our mixed sexuality wafting through the air.

We left the lobby and moved towards her parked car, Nancy leading the way. Her sensuality and arousal showed in the seductive movements of her hips and the rolling or her tight ass cheeks in her skirt. I knew I was doing the same, mimicking her, even as I stared openly at her beautiful bottom. The realization that soon, I was going to see it uncovered and have my face buried between those magnificent thighs caused my pussy to spasm and a large flow of my vaginal fluids to rush out of me, saturating the crotch of my panties. I was glad I'd chosen the navy skirt; it was obvious that there was going to be a wet spot on it by the time dinner was finished.

When we entered the tavern, the air was heavy with history. The dim lighting, the hushed tones, the heavy wood all added to its sense of permanence and longevity. You could feel the weight of history in the building, the sense of the many important events that had happened there. It was easy to believe that the founding fathers had met there and made most of their compromises over good food and drink. When I commented on it to Nancy, you can imagine my surprise when she laughed and told me that the building was a replica of the original and had only been opened in 1976. Still, the sense and feeling of history pervaded the place and I fell in love with it.

We sat at a small table in the tavern area, enjoying the atmosphere and the small crowd. Our waiter came over promptly and took our drink orders. Being two attractive, middle-age women in a tavern, we were garnering a large number of glances. As we chatted, we both kept our eyes roaming discretely, seeing how many we could catch. After the waiter came by, hovering over each of us, taking our order, we went back to comparing notes about our fellow patrons.

This was a girls night out and no business was mentioned. We both laughed as we realized that, in his closeness, the waiter had managed to brush his hard cock against each of us ... We agreed that he was hot enough that we'd enjoy dragging him into an empty storeroom and relieving him of every sperm presently in his balls. Of course we talked about how we'd like to coax him into giving his all to us and how we would share it between us.

When he returned with our food, we were both red faced in embarrassment as we looked up at him as well as from our growing arousal. I hadn't realized that I'd slipped my shoe off and, while we were talking, been sliding my instep up and down the back of Nancy's lower leg. Only after our food arrived and she leaned close, almost putting her head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear that I'd given her a wonderful orgasm doing it did I realize what I'd done. I was quite pleased that I'd given her pleasure and understood why the scent of her pheromones had grown so strong. I felt my body flushing and knew mine were filling the air as well.

We continued to chat as we ate our food. The grilled chicken salad I'd ordered was exquisite and I could see that Nancy was enjoying her chef's salad as well. We'd both decided to order light so we'd be ready for dessert. Looking into Nancy's eyes, I could tell she was as hungry for dessert as I. I couldn't help but watch her eyes slide down to my cleavage and then back up to meet mine. The sensuous way she ran her tongue tip over her lips made me shudder in anticipation of what was to come.

When dinner was finished and we'd received the check, I took it and set it aside with my business credit card for payment. When the waiter returned it to me with the credit card receipt, I filled in the tip amount, the total due and signed the receipt. With the receipt, I included my business card with my hotel room phone number for the waiter on the back. Along with that, I wrote, "If you are interested." When Nancy saw me do that, she included one of her own cards, circled her office number and extension and included, "If you are interested, two-some or three-some." Both of us were flushed at the possibilities as we got up and left the tavern.

Once in Nancy's car, I couldn't help myself. I had to lean over to her, put my arm around her shoulders and, as she leaned towards me, turning her face to me, I pressed my lips against hers. As she continued to lean into me, her lips pressing feverishly against mine, I slid my tongue out and touched it to hers. Her lips parted and I slid my tongue into her mouth, even as she was sucking it in with her own passion. My right hand drifted up her body and cupped her left breast, feeling its wonderful weight and firmness. She moaned into my mouth as I began to squeeze and fondle her through her blouse and bra. Her hand began to move up under my skirt, her nails gently grazing the flesh of my inner right thigh. I shifted my legs, parting them, inviting her to continue her journey up to my wet pussy and its saturated covering.

Our passions rising, I let my tongue roam around Nancy's mouth, dancing joyfully with hers. I slid my hand down to her waist, pulled her blouse out of her skirt and slid my hand up her naked belly and around her side, slipping my fingers along the bottom line of her bra. When I found the clasp, I grasped it in my fingers, pinched it at the joint and forced the catches apart. Her bra fell loose and, as her hand cupped my pussy through my soaked panties, I brought my hand back around her side, pushing her bra up off her breasts. I sighed in happiness as I felt the heat and firmness of her naked breast in my hand at the same time I felt the pressure of her palm and fingers against my panty-covered slit.

Breathing hard, heart pounding, I broke my kiss with Nancy and slid my face against hers, our cheeks sensuously brushing against each other. When my lips reached her ear, I began to kiss and lick the area in front of it, letting my tongue flick out against the nub at the front of her aural canal. At the same time, I stroked up her breast until my fingers were wrapped around her hard, enlarged nipple. Nancy's hand was still firmly pressed against my panties, wriggling her fingers and palm against my lips and slit.

"Go underneath," I panted into her ear, just before I sucked her earlobe between my lips and started flicking it with my tongue tip.

Nancy gasped and pulled me more tightly against her. I pinched her nipple tighter and she slid her hand under my panties and pressed it against my naked pussy. I moaned as her middle fingers slipped down into my slit, spreading my engorged vaginal lips. I continued to roll and pinch her swollen nipple between my finger and thumb while I let my tongue roam around the rim of her ear and down behind it. I heard her soft moan and gasp as I ran my tongue along the line where her ear joined her head. She heard my gasp of pleasure as her two middle fingers slid into my vaginal opening, stopping only when both were fully inside me. She began to wriggle them inside me, making me gasp when she brushed up against my g-spot. When she realized what she'd found, she concentrated her attention on it.

Moaning, I continued my attack on her ear and the side of her neck. My fingers continued to manipulate her nipple. Her fingers continued caressing my g-spot while her palm and other fingers flexed against my outer vaginal lips and my wet slit. My hips began their rhythmic rocking and flexing. I felt hers doing the same. Soon, we were both lost in a world of giving, sharing and receiving pleasure. My arousal grew rapidly, my breathing coming in heaving gasps, my heart trying to pound out of my chest. Nancy's breathing was loud, fast and hard, her nipple hard as iron, rigid and large, her body quaking with her own lust and need. Suddenly, she stiffened, arching her back and lifting her tight ass off the seat, rearing her head back, thrusting her breast against my caressing hand and insistent fingers. Her fingers pressed tightly against my g-spot. As my world exploded in a blaze of white light and I lost control of my body, my last view was of Nancy's body quaking in her orgasm.

My own body quivered in orgasm as the blazing rays of orgasmic pleasure streaked through my body and head. Wave after wave of indescribable pleasure raced through my body. They shot out of my pussy and up my groin, over my breasts, making my nipples painfully rigid, up over my chest and neck, face and head. I knew I was totally red with orgasmic flush as wave after wave radiated over me, drowning me in such exquisite pleasure.

As my orgasm began to subside, I realized that I was still flicking my tongue on Nancy's ear and squeezing her nipple. Gasping, I pulled my lips away from her ear and let my head collapse onto her shoulder. I released my grip on her nipple and let my hand slide down her body, reaching up under her skirt and sliding it under her soaked panties, easily sliding my middle fingers into her still twitching pussy. We sat there together for several minutes, leaning on each other, fingers inside each other, holding still as we allowed our bodies to recuperate from the pleasure extreme we'd just shared.

Looking deeply into her hazel, pleasure filled eyes, I sensually said," Thank you, Nancy, for getting into my pants."

I wriggled my two middle fingers in her vaginal opening just as I finished speaking. With a look of pure happiness in her eyes and on her face, Nancy arched her hips upward to drive my fingers deeper into her body.

"Mmmmm, my pleasure, Myra." she responded as she, again, curled her fingers up against my front vaginal wall... "Thank you for letting me play and stay there."

My response was a gasp of pleasure as she stroked her fingertips over my super-sensitive g-spot. Seeing my response Nancy continued to caress me as our eyes remained locked in mutual pleasure, intimate sharing and lust. I felt my groin muscles starting to spasm, feeling like a hiccupping. Suddenly my muscles grabbed hard and my pussy clamped down on her fingers. I felt the gushing flow of my vaginal fluids shooting out of my pussy around her fingers, soaking my skirt, my ass, my pubic hair, Nancy's hand and wrist. I gasped, my eyes opening wide as I looked at her, losing myself in the vaginal orgasm that was overpowering me. She continued to caress me lightly which made my muscles spasm again and another large flow of fluid rushed out of my womb, soaking us.

I grabbed Nancy's wrist tightly in my hand.

"Please, Nancy, stop, I can't take much more of that. Make me do it again and I'll pass out."

She stopped her caressing but left her fingers pressed against my g-spot. Smiling, she stared into my eyes.

"My car smells like pussy now. I don't think I'll ever want to leave it and I know I'll always be wet and aroused driving it now. I'd love to take you over the edge into total pleasure and fulfillment, Myra."

"Let's get back to my room, Nancy, and we can take each other there. Would you spend the night with me after we play?"

"Of course I will, Myra! But, aren't we going to play all night and only stop to get to the meeting tomorrow morning?"

"Mmmmmm, Nancy, that would be wonderful. I wonder how the guys would react to two totally aroused and pleasured women being in the room with them all day."

She laughed. "Knowing that randy bunch, they'd all be sitting there with hard-ons, fantasizing about scoring with both of us."

"Have any of them scored with you," I asked.

"No, Myra, they haven't," she replied. "The prez doesn't think it's appropriate for board members to be sexually involved with each other. He feels it could lead to liaisons on the staff that would not be best for the company. Now, it's ok for them all to go out to a club and screw the same woman. I know they've done that a couple of times, one of which I witnessed. What they didn't know was that, when they were done, I paid the girl to let me suck her pussy dry of what they put into her."

"Wow," I responded. "They did a gang-bang on a club dancer unprotected?"

"Yep. But they were lucky. I found out after I finished cleaning her out that they were her only sex clients in a couple of weeks and she'd just gotten her blood tests back and they were clean. I have to say, she did taste good after they all fucked her."

"Nancy, I bet she did. I would have loved to suck her clean myself. Maybe we can get them to fuck you so I can suck you dry. I do love sucking cum from an orgasming pussy."

"So do I, Myra," she responded. "Hopefully, before you leave, we can do it to each other together."

"Are you calm enough to drive now?" I asked her.

Shuddering and clenching my fingers with her pussy she responded, 'I think so."

"Good, lets get back to my room so we can really play. I brought some toys for us to share."

"You did? Great! Eggs?"

"Yep"

"Dildo?"

"Several"

"Strap-on?"

"A hugh, thick one."

Nancy shuddered, a big smile spreading across her face.

"Then lets get going, I've been aching to play with you since we first talked!"

With that, she spun around in her seat, put the key in the ignition and started the car. As she was getting her seatbelt in place, I leaned over and kissed the side of her neck and ran my tongue from her collarbone to her ear. She shuddered and told me she was going to get even with me for that.