Ok, I’ve got a special treat for you this week. A guest post from Exhibit A who is one of my favourite blogger / writers. It’s part one of two – he’s been a bit of a tease here, but I reckon we can take it! So come back next Monday and have a look at part two. Enjoy!
For the third time in under 10 minutes, I checked the programme and glanced down at my watch. Four speakers still to come. Another four hours of industry analysis, laboured anecdotes, and thinly disguised self-promotion.
“Kill me now,” I mouthed at Scott, who merely rolled his eyes in response. His notebook was filling up with page after page of his neat cursive; my colleagues’ ability to drink in and digest bullshit had never ceased to amaze me, and Scott certainly had no intention of breaking that streak.
My work phone buzzed on the desk in front of me, and I grabbed it like a drowning man clutching at a tossed rope. Oh please, please let there be some sort of emergency back at the office. Angry client, IT failure, building fire – by that point, I’d have taken any of them. Maybe even all three. I thumbed over the keypad and a message flashed up. It was Becky.
“He flew in last night. Be outside my door in 10 minutes. Can’t believe it – so excited.”
I squinted at my phone and reread her text. Sam was officially the one who got away – the man Becky still squirmed at the mere mention of, even 18 months after he’d packed his bags and flown halfway around the world to start a new life. I probably should have resented the hold he had over her, but jealousy had never really been a part of our arrangement. We were two like-minded souls in a company staffed almost exclusively by the dull and the moronic; it was an office fling whose genesis lay in necessity and circumstance, rather than any sort of romantic urge. If whispered fantasies about a threesome with her ex made her come even harder around my cock, that was just fine by me.
I scrambled out from the back row of the conference hall, mumbling apologies to the delegates who had to half-stand to let me past. My hand shook as I leaned against the door and remembered the last conversation we’d had about Sam.
“I want the two of you together,” she’d said. “I just adore that idea. I want to be completely at your mercy.”
I tapped out a quick response to her message on my phone. “Be up in five minutes. This had better not be a joke!”
Her reply was almost instantaneous. “Five minutes? You’re missing out. We’ve already started…”
The hotel lobby was empty as I floated across it, my mind already on the 15th floor. I followed a porter into the lift and swore under my breath as I saw him punch 7 on the dashboard – even one extra stop felt like it would add an eternity to the ascent. He threw an apologetic look my way as he wheeled the luggage cart out of the lift, as if he could sense my annoyance, but I was already jamming my thumb against the button to close the doors, thinking about all the scenarios we’d discussed, and wondering which of them was already under way above me.
The lift doors opened on the 15th floor and I reached into my pocket for Becky’s spare key card. Both of us enjoyed sneaking around behind our colleagues’ backs, even though in reality few would have cared had they known. Gossip didn’t really exist in our office, not least because it would have required imagination and curiosity about something other than the company’s profits. Even when a carpenter had to be called out one morning to fix the Managing Director’s desk, no-one seemed to suspect that its overnight collapse might have been triggered by the weight of our bodies as I bent Becky over and fucked her till we heard the first crack.
Thick carpet muffled my footsteps as I trotted down the corridor. Sunlight streamed in through the windows on my left, and I basked in its warmth; in the thrill of what I was about to do, and the prospect of a different, darker heat. I counted off the rooms on the right – 19, 20, 21, 22… – and as I got closer to number 28, I felt the blood start to pound in my ears.
A ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign hung on the door handle, even though the maid had long since finished her rounds: Becky was nothing if not thorough. I pressed my fingertips against the heavy wood in front of me and slowed my breathing, listening for the sound of hers – or his. Only the whirr of the air con broke the silence, its steady hum a counterpoint to the thumping in my chest.
I slid the key card into the lock and pushed down on the handle. The door made no sound as it swung open, but I did. My gasp was involuntary, a sharp intake of breath that was released as something between a sigh and a moan when I took in what I saw in front of me.
Becky lay on her back on the bed. She wore only the bracelet I’d bought for her birthday, and her spine was arched in pleasure as her fingers moved frantically over her cunt. Kneeling next to her was one of the most attractive men I’d ever seen. His hair was dark, and fell down almost as far as his muscled shoulders. He’d broken his nose at some point, but that merely lent his face an even fiercer aspect, as he stared down at Becky’s naked body.
His tanned arse flexed rhythmically; I watched the skin tighten and relax, setting off a chain reaction that flowed through his hips and pushed his hard cock forward, through his curled fist. Even from the doorway, I could see that one hand was barely enough to cover half his length, and I thought about the way Becky’s eyes always shone when she described it.
“It’s the best fucking cock I’ve ever seen. Seriously, his dick is huge and it’s always hard – I get wet just thinking about it.”
I tried not to stare as Sam turned and registered my presence.
“Hey man, I hope you don’t mind but we got going without you. Look at how much of a mess she is already. Come over here and get stuck in.”
I shrugged off my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt as I walked over to the bed. Becky lifted her head and our eyes met. I held her gaze, my face fixed in a deliberately impassive mask. She reached out a hand, but I stayed just out of reach, forcing myself to focus on my cuff links. I unhooked first one, then the other, and laid them on the bedside table. I stepped out of my shoes and Sam flashed me a lopsided smile.
“Ok, you do know how to make an entrance. Becky’s going to start humping the bed if you don’t hurry up with those.”
My belt buckle clinked as I opened it. My own cock strained against my boxers, and when I let my suit trousers fall to the floor Becky made a second attempt to grab me, her fingers clawing at the air as I stepped to one side. She tried to pull her arm back, but I held on to her wrist with one hand. I glanced at Sam, who gave a brief nod.
“I think I speak for both of us when I say that’s the last thing you do without our permission. You wanted to be at our mercy? Well maybe you should be careful what you wish for…”
I turned Becky’s arm over and pressed my thumb against her palm. With my other hand, I pulled at my boxers, lifting them over my erection till they slid down to join the suit trousers at my feet. Fully naked, I climbed up onto the bed, opposite Sam. Becky’s eyes closed in surrender, as we each took one of her nipples in our mouths…
To be continued.
Exhibit A – May 2015
Don’t know about you but I can’t wait for part two next week. For more of this week’s Masturbation Monday posts check out Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being – that’s where it all started – she’s the boss!
Thanks for reading (sorry it’s late – Bank Holiday / internet problems).