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*******************Read Me First************************************
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only. If you are not at
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It
contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or
live where it is illegal to do so. The characters and places in
this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone
or anything real is completely accidental and coincidental. Re-post
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non-commercial.
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
*************************Thank You***********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 5
The IPO Party
"You doing OK husband?" Mrs. James Wentworth Preston asked Mr. James
Wentworth Preston. "Your cock seems Ok," Justine said as she stroked
his cum, pussy juice covered dick. "Looks like you haven't cum yet,
have you.?"
"You're right dear," he realized. "You're always right!" He'd saved
his cum; not jetting it into neither Sylvia's nor Kelly's hot cunts.
"Well," she offered as she stood and untied her neck strap, dropping
the top of her dress to the waist. "It's a good thing your number one
slut is here!" She un-snapped the fasteners at her hip, removing her
dress entirely. "How do you want me? On my back on the floor? On
your desk? Want me to climb on you like those other sluts? Or do you
want me nasty; bent over your desk or kneeling on the couch? Maybe
standing at the window or laying back in the chair? Our would you
just like me to suck you off? One of my super fabulous cock sucks?"
Justine tossed her dress onto the desk and cocked her hips in a sexy
pose. "Just what would my James like?"
James shook the cobwebs out of his head and stood. He eyed his wife
and his two co-workers, still fucked out. Then he got his idea. He
walked to his voluptuous wife and told her: "I didn't get a chance to
tell you how good you look today." He gave her a take-charge kiss and
lifted her up onto his desk. Pushing her knees back to her chest, he
explained, "I'm going to eat you until you're ready to cum. Then I'm
going to fuck you thru lots of cums until I cum. You know how much I
love your pulsing, grasping cunt on my fat, hot cock."
James bent to Justine's pussy and proceeded to do exactly what he said
he'd do. He teased her clit and backed off. He tongue fucked her,
poking her G-spot and backed off when she started to howl and shake.
He then teased her labia, making little bites on her inner lips, then
more teasing her clit, then again her hot fuck hole. He took it slow
and only stopped when she started to beg him to fuck her. James
pulled back then, picked his wife up, and carried her over to a plush
chair, setting her on her knees.
"You hold onto the chair back and use that sexy hot ass and tight
pussy to pull the cum out of me," James told her as he nuzzled his
dick head against her pussy.
`Oh boy! My favorite fuck fantasy!' she happily thought. `I'll make
James cum like a stallion! Those two sluts have really got him ready
for me today!'
Justine reached under her crotch to hold his bloated cock. Looking
back over her shoulder thru her golden hair strands, she teased him:
"Oh my! Big boy, you sure have a big dick! My little cunny might be
too small. So hot and fat and stiff and rock hard and big!" He
dripped some precum onto her stroking hand; she smeared it around his
engorged cockhead, especially caressing the special spot just under
and below his cockhead. "You're cock is leaking! Did you cum? Was
that your cum?" His prick pulsed with her stroking.
She slowly pulled him forward, pushing her ass back to engulf his
cockhead. "Oh My, Oh MY! It sure is big! Don't push! Let me do it!
It's so big and hot! Hot, hot, hot!!" Justine wiggled her ass and
squeezed her well toned pussy mouth around his cock, getting a lusty
big: "Ahhhhhhhh!" from James.
Justine pushed back a little and then pulled off. "God, you're
soooooo BIG! I don't think I'm going to be able to take you all!"
Justine continued to move back and forth, her ass making a small
circle as she fucked him. Deeper and deeper she engulfed his cock
with her hot, wet cunt, taking it slow and rippling her pussy muscles
around his engorged member. She was now moving slowly back and forth
over half of him, a good four inches. She knew her husband well and
also knew that she'd start cumming soon. Fearing that she'd loose
control before she fully took him into her needy pussy, she began to
move faster, taking more and more with each back thrust.
James remained still, fighting the urge to fuck into her to her
cervix. He felt her twitching cunt muscles and hoped he could hold
out until she began to cum. In all the years they'd fucked this way,
he guessed he'd held out about half the time. It was always an open
issue; depending on who was the more sexed up or had not cum more
recently. James tried not to feel the delights of his wife's cunt;
instead he thought about when they'd each been fucked out by other
partners and had played this `I'll hold still' game for almost a half
and hour. Then she had banged her ass back, cum, and her cervix had
twittered it's lips around his cockhead making him jet his cum deep
into her womb! That had been the best ever.
"AAAAAHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!" Justine hollered, breaking into
James' day dream. Justine hips had snapped back and she'd yelled when
she'd bottomed out on his cock, cumming like a street slut. James
grabbed her hips, pulled back and slammed back into his wife's pussy.
She squealed like a stuck pig again, and shivered thru another cum.
James pulled out and fucked into her hard again and again. This is
what he wanted. To fuck Mrs. James Wentworth Preston while she was
cumming, feeling her pussy grab and pulsate around his engorged shaft,
this was heaven.
Sylvia had recovered and had helped Kelly up off the floor. They
watched Justine fuck James and admired her efforts. They hadn't seen
this sex play and were learning as much as they could. When Justine
started to cum, and James had begun to fuck her back, they moved to
the coupled couple. They stood on each side of James, rubbing their
bare tits on his back, sides, and arms, as he fucked into Justine's
up-turned pussy.
"That's the way boss, fuck that whore's cunt!" Sylvia urged, knowing
how much Justine liked dirty talk. "Make that cunt scream for
pleasure! Bang that pussy hard, make her cum like the slut she is!
Fuck her! Yeah, just like that!"
Kelly dropped to her knees and reached under Justine to feel her
boobs. "Feel that cock! Fuck that cock! Cum for us! You slut! CUM
FOR US!" she demanded as one of her hands moved to Justine's clit and
pinched!
Justine couldn't take any more. Her hips shook, her neck arched, and
she howled: "OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH MMMMMYYYYYYYY GGGGGOOOOODDDDDD!"
Her pussy gripped James' cock and then fluttered around it. James
slammed it back into Justine and jetted his cum into her pulsing cunt.
Holding her ass to his groin, he humped back and forth, pumping his
juice into her womb. Justine went into overload, fell limp, and
slipped into and off of the chair as James likewise went limp, sagging
back into Sylvia's arms. Sylvia got him to the couch and knelt
between his legs to lick the cum and juices from his softening dick.
Kelly similarly was licking and fingering Justine's pussy, trying to
get all James' cum from her hot cunt.
The telephone on James' desk buzzed twice, an internal call. Sylvia
plopped James' cock out of her mouth, rose shakily to her feet, and
move to the phone as she wiped the cum from her face.
"Yes, this is Sylvia," she answered, grinning and turning to Kelly,
who'd risen from between Justine's legs with an equally shit-eating
grin, "No James can't come to the phone. He's indisposed at the
moment. Can I take a message?"
Kelly got some wet wash cloths, handed one to Sylvia, and they tried
to clean themselves of dried cum and sex juices as Sylvia took the
message. "Oh, right. The stock. Yes, I understand. It passed
$50.00 a share. News reports say it's going to go to $100 by mid-
afternoon. Ok, got it. No. No, I really haven't made any
calculations. My Shares? No, Howard, I hadn't stopped to . . . ."
Sylvia shrugged her shoulders at Kelly and made a face that implying
`What's all this about?'
"Ok, Ok. Right, Howard. Sure, I got a third of a million shares,
just like Kelly. Yes, yes! Well, I don't think that it's so
important now Howard. Sure. Ok, do the Math. Oh! Oh my. Right,
Howard. Thanks. No, Howard, thank you very much!" Sylvia slowly
hung up the phone and looked wide eyed at Kelly and said: "Howard says
that our stock is now worth nearly 17 MILLION DOLLARS! You and Me!"
Sylvia screeched at Kelly. "17 FUCKING MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS!!
We're RICH!
Justine was up now, dancing with the girls, kissing and having a group
hug. James was wiping himself with one of the wash cloths and smiled
at how happy Sylvia and Kelly were.
They were helping Justine clean up when James interrupted with: "You
do realize that when it hits 100 this afternoon, you'll each be worth
double: about a cool $35 Mil.; making you both really top shelf rich
bitch cum sluts!"
The girls shrieked and hugged and kissed and cried all over again.
James shook his head in amazement over women in general and went to
find his clothes. He was nearly dressed when the phone buzzed;
internal again.
"Yes, this is James," he said as he took the call. "Yes, it's Ok to
go Billy Joe. Right. See you out there. The telephones are all
switch over now? Good. Yes, yes. I'll lock up out here. Right!
Thanks for all your help, as usual Billy Joe."
James finished dressing, tying his tie and checking everything in the
mirror. Turning, he surveyed the women in various states of dress.
I'm ready girls. Anyone else ready? Well, I need to get out to the
party. You all have your own cars, so I'll meet you there."
"James, Maryann needs a ride. Wait for me and we'll leave my car for
her at Suzzanes," Justine asked.
"What's she doing there?" James asked his wife.
"Oh nothing," she replied. "Just getting herself all dolled up for
her famous Dad on his very special day. New hair, new nails, new
dress, new shoes; the whole works!"
"Well, I'll just pick her up and save you the trouble. Red carpet
service. Nothing's too good for my baby! See you gals at the party.
No, no more kisses. Enough! I'm getting out of here before things
get too hot again" James made his escape from the hot women and
crossed the nearly empty parking lot to his Lexus.
Mr. James Wentworth Preston left his wife with Sylvia and Kelly, to
drive themselves to the IPO party at the resort. They all had good
cars and knew the way out there; they'd many trips out to the country
resort in the past. He'd pick up Maryann, his daughter at Suzzanes,
to take her to the party.
He headed downtown to Suzzanes, the fancy lady's `Salon and Shoppes'
that Justine and all her friends visited. Men were rarely seen there;
it was strictly for women. Two lesbians, Geri and Kari, twin sisters
of outrageous beauty, ran the establishment. The only way to tell
them apart was their tiny tattoo just above their sex: Geri had a
cherry, Kari had a strawberry. James had seen the sexy marks when he
surprised them several years ago with his wife in his bed. He was as
surprised as they were and he'd retreated out of his bedroom and house
under a hail of pillows only after seeing the infamous tattoos.
Later they'd all laughed about it, but their fine bodies and lusty
sexuality always drew him like a bug to a flame.
'It would be nice to see them again,' he thought, knowing how
impossible it was to think that they might even let him get sexy with
them. `But a guys a guy!' he hoped, only to dash his thoughts: `Those
lesbian babes are only ice queens to any guy!'
James used his hands-free wireless phone to call ahead and leave a
message for Maryann that he was on his way to pick her up. To kill
some time he picked up red roses at a nearby florist, enough, he
hoped, for all his `women'!
"Oh, Mr. Preston!" the florist women gushed. "We heard you on the
radio earlier. Did you really give those two women, ah . . . .Sylvia
and Kelly, all those shares of stock? Yes, yes! We all think that
it's so wonderful; you sharing and all. The radio said that the price
is over $600 now! . . . no, no, you're right. It's over $60.00 a
share. Yes, let's see here on my calculator, that's a third of a
million times sixty dollars. . . .that's . . . . oh! . . . .OH! . . .
. My goodness! Is that 19 . . . . er. . . . well yes. Almost 20
million dollars! You do have a sharp business mind, Mr. Preston."
He ended up with six dozen roses, all long stem in long, white boxes.
The girls tied up four boxes and he paid and left, leaving a nice tip.
At Suzzanes, he left his keys with the valet, took a box of roses for
Maryann, and two singles with him into the woman's lair. A door woman
ushered him into the plush lounge, sat him in a soft chair, and took
his message for Maryann. She spoke quietly into a telephone at her
desk near the door. A young woman appeared and asked if he would like
a cocktail or a cool beverage. He ordered Champagne and asked if Geri
or Keri could join him, he'd need a bottle and four glasses.
He looked about the salon as he waited. Very expensive furnishings
surrounded him and fine art adorned the walls. Pleasant music played
in the back ground and soft lights set a warm, sexy glow. He was
studying the obviously erotic painting next to his chair; two women
in a lusty embrace, when a cooing voice asked, "How nice to see you
again, Mr. Preston."
He turned to find Geri (or Keri) perched on the arm of his chair. Her
smell now overtook him; an expensive bath oil and "something else. He
couldn't quite make out. She was in a sort of wrap; green satin
borders around a silver cloth stitched with naked cupids flying around
nude goddesses. Sitting the way she was, he couldn't tell how long
the garment might be, but one leg showed from the knee down. It was
bare of stocking and a silver lounging pump dangled from her toes.
She didn't appear to be wearing a bra; her nipples poked out
deliciously. Her radiant smile and golden blond wisps of hair fell
from her fashionable coiffeur.
"Ah, very nice to see you again too," he replied, "ah, is it Geri?"
She smiled radiantly; teasing him, not telling her name.
He caught her scent again and still couldn't quite place it.
Daringly, he slowly reached for her dress, intimating he was going to
pull it up to look for the telltale tattoo.
"No, no, Mr. Preston." She said as she stopped his hand. "One may not
look upon that which is forbidden!"
He heard a clink of glasses and saw the same girl/young woman who had
taken his order, wheel in a serving trolley with the Champagne and
glasses. He watched as she deftly opened the Champagne. He
especially noticed her dark nipples jiggling in her thin see-thru
cotton mini top that showed her fine skinned belly. Her bare feet had
painted nails with gold suns and silver moons on them. He glanced at
her crotch, encased in similar material of her harem pants, when Geri
(or Kari ?) dismissed her: "Go, little one. Help Miss. Preston
prepare to depart." She bowed and left.
As she exited, the other twin entered, equally as beautiful in a red
satin trimmed gold gown, with the same cupids and goddesses flying
around. She came to him and bent to give him a sweet kiss on his
cheek saying: "It's so nice of you to visit, Mr. Preston." She pulled
up an ottoman and poured the Champagne.
He smelled her and she also wore and expensive bath oil, but without
the extra scent he'd smelled on the first twin. She handed him a
glass of Champagne and then one for her twin. He felt he had to fix
her name: "Thank you, . . . .ah . . .Kari?"
The twins smiled to each other and said: "Salude!" They clinked with
him and they drank.
"Has my sister been mean to poor little you?"
"Well, I . . . . ah . . . . I only wanted to find out your . . . ."
She put her finger on his lips. "Now, just hush darling. My sister
has her reasons and I cannot find it in me to violate her desires.
Let's talk about other things. We watched happily your most
successful news conference. You sure did right by all your employees!
As small business women ourselves, we employ nearly as many as you, we
applaud your actions and wish, when the time comes, that we may
available ourselves of some of your knowledge in that area. And the
promotions and stock sharing to your two key women is a joy to all of
us who hope for a future with a more equitable distribution of power
between the sexes."
They clinked and sipped silently to the thought of powerful women.
"Speaking of sex," the first twin began, "we have been very pleased to
serve both the Preston women today James. May I call you James?
Good. When your wife was here, we certainly heard a lot about you.
It was James this, and James that. My, you're a lusty one! She was
giggling like a homecoming queen! It's a good thing that you went to
the office. She had trouble thinking straight, you lover man! Oh, no.
She didn't tell us any details, but you sure put her in a good mood!"
"She'd brought Maryann with her," the second twin continued. "She
needed more attention than Justine, so we've been working with her
some hours now. I think you'll like the transformation. We certainly
do! And, just like her Mother, all we've heard all morning is Daddy
this, Daddy that! You are so special to that daughter of yours, that
we've got to salute you. How you can manage to keep two hot women
like that satisfied, and, well, we know that you understand that we
feel that we too have special feelings for hot women and unique ideas
of how to satisfy them, we must really say how much we admire you,
though we're sure that we personally don't want a demonstration of
your affections. Don't miss-understand James, but let's agree to be
smug about our lady loves."
She raised her glass and toasted: "To beautiful women, . . . ."
The other twin finished: "And the time to enjoy them!"
They all three clinked and drank. Almost on cue, Maryann entered the
salon.
James gulped, stood, and stared at his daughter, his little baby girl.
No longer a child, she was dressed as her Mother had been. A double
silk dress, but her under layer a darker off-white to match her tanned
body and silver-on-silk mesh over layer. Her hair shone and danced
about her head like a golden halo. She likewise wore diamond earrings
and a large stone hanging down her cleavage. Just like her Mom, she
obviously wore no under garments. Matching silver high heel fuck-me
slippers completed the sexy attire.
Twin number two poured four Champagnes and handed them about. The
toast was to "Happy days are here again!", but James could only think
about how fucking hot his daughter looked. The twins picked up on his
focused direction and motioned to the door woman, who brought the
opened box of roses to Maryann. James remembered his single roses and
gave one to each of the twins. They all smiled and posed when the
door woman produced a camera and snapped a few shots of them "for our
private collection," the first twin offered, but would give Justine a
copy or two, for James and Maryann.
James got two soft kisses on his cheeks from the twins and he took
Maryann by the arm out the door to his waiting car. Once in, he
leaned in an smelled his daughter, took her into his arms, and they
kissed hotly.
"You look so great!" James panted to her. "So hot! So beautiful!
I'd take you right to bed, if I could!"
"You'd better not! I spent all this time and money getting ready for
this party, you'd better take me right to it! Or I'll tell Momma how
mean you are!" she laughed to his worried face.
"What is that scent you're wearing?" he asked.
"It just some of their bath oil. After the facial they put you into
this pool, no bubbles, just flowing water, and I used that oil.
Actually they used it. Not Geri or Keri, just those girls, . . . .er
women . . . . or whatever they are . . . .they washed me and cleaned
me and . . . ."
"Which one was Geri and which was Keri? I couldn't tell and they
wouldn't say."
Maryann giggled, "Yeah, they are funny that way. I think Kari had
the red on, or was it the green?"
"You're a lot of help!" James teased. "I got me a dumb slut blonde
for sure!"
Maryann playfully slapped his thigh. "Let me think. Oh, . . . .I
think I know. Did one of them have a smell on them? You know, sort
of different?"
"Yes, the first twin that sat on my chair arm."
"Well, that was Kari!" Maryann firmly stated.
"Ok, but what's that about the smell?"
"Daddy, that was me! I mean, that was me you smelled."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Oh Daddy, you're so silly! It was me! My pussy juice. My cum!
Kari was eating me when you got there and obviously didn't wash her
face or hands to see if you recognized your own girl's smell!"
Maryann was giggling. "Wait until I tell Mom! Daddy, you're so
sweet. You eat my pussy like it's the fountain of youth, then you
can't remember what it smells like! Daddy, you're too much!"
"Actually, I don't get that much chance to . . . .ah . . . .well . . ."
"No Daddy, that's bologna! I drink your cum and I can tell it's
yours, just from the smell. Junior's is different. Steve's is really
very different. Speaking of which, have you got some for me now?"
she reached to caress his stiffening prick. "How about a little head
while you drive? Will you let your little girl suck that big, fat dick
of yours? Please?" she pouted in her little girl voice as she jacked
his swollen cock.
"Actually, my sexy little cum slut, that's a good idea, but where here
now."
"No, Daddy. Go park out back! Go on, drive over there. Look, I
don't have any pants on. We could fuck after I suck you off. Come on
Dad! Let's just do it!"
"No, darling, you'll just have to wait. I've got all my people here
and their families. I must make an appearance now! They see me and
they're waving. Now sit up and pull that dress down, or at least as
far as it will go."
James pulled the car up to the waiting group at the door. Billy Joe
was there, directing traffic as usual. He opened James' door and
greeted him happily. Looking over to Maryann, he whistled softly:
"whiiiitttew! You sure look fabulous, Miss Preston."
"Why thank you Billy Joe. You look mighty handsome too!"
"Billy Joe, park my car and bring in the flowers. Set them at my
table. Ok buddy?"
"Hey Billy Joe, is Mom here yet?" Maryann asked.
"No ma'am, not yet. Oh, Miss Preston, may I have a dance; you know,
later on?"
"Of course, you just let me know when you get time, Ok?"
James had gotten to the far side of the car and opened the door.
Maryann tried to get out without showing too much leg, but the dress
slits to the hip made it impossible. All the talk stopped and every
eye was on the boss' voluptuous daughter. Those that missed her
flashing legs, didn't miss her sexy smile and stiff nipples poking the
silk out like little rocket nose cones. She took her Dad's offered arm
and stood, suddenly aware of the flashing bulbs of photographers.
Being the smart girl she was, she hugged her Dad's arm happily,
paused, and smiled her sexiest smile. She heard several whistles and
turned to try to smile at each person in the crowd. She waved to
several faces she recognized. She heard the door slam behind her and
Billy Joe drive the car away.
Everyone pushed in to greet James and Maryann hung on for dear life.
She felt a hand stroke her upper thigh by her butt, but couldn't tell
who it was. `I better be careful here' she thought.
"Daddy," she whispered to him, "We need to get inside. My dress. . .."
"Right you are!" he understood. "Come on, let's go inside. I need a
drink!" He bellowed, pushing thru the crowd quickly until they where
in the ballroom. He steered her over to the bar and they got a
couple of glasses of Champagne. They turned and a circle of smiling
employees surrounded them. James saw them and raised his glass up
high: "To Preston and all of us in the Preston family!"
"To Preston" they replied and sipped.
Maryann, needing to cut the ice, toasted: "To my wonderful Father, who
worked so hard to make all this happen!"
"Here, Here!" the group toasted, getting the idea. Someone toasted
the IPO and everyone cheered and drank. James picked up two fresh
glasses and put the empty ones on the tray.
"I have to go check on some things. You folks carry on here. Keep
the party going. Come on Maryann, there's Steve! Let's go welcome
him."
End Chapter 5
***********************My Dear Readers******************************
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality. Do
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the
21st century will kill your body, rot your mind, and rape your soul.
***************Thank You For Reading My Story***********************
Mrs.James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
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