LOGINSome of the tats were monochrome black, others were in photorealistic color.As she mounted the bed - on all fours with her back toward Barnes - Sam showed no modesty or inhibition about her body. Instead he saw the act as an invitation saying, "I am yours, drink your pleasure fully." In an exaggerated movement she casually stretched her leg to open herself, parting the folds of her valley, exposing the hot pink flesh along the length of her pussy. The pink seemed to glow unnaturally for his eyes. For a moment she took a kneeling pose on the bed to exhibit the pucker of her ass, then stretched up and forward as if doing a slow dive into the sheets, posing for a moment with her butt in the air before she turned to rest on her back.The movement reminded him of an orca. They were creatures that killed sharks for fun, and gang-raped their own females.To Barnes the series of movements was as deliberate and practiced as yoga or that Chinese group exercise he never learned the name of. Exc
He suddenly flashed on a mental image of Sam with that dark-skinned service girl... Resha, naked and doing things in bed for pleasure as he watched to revive his erection. In a very un-Barnes thought, he realized he could not hope to make them both happy. He realized that he NEVER cared about the female he was fucking and whether she was happy, it was not like him. So why would he think such a thing now?After getting relaxed at home (his wife and daughter were very effective) he checked his office log. It showed Resha's call from Sam's office. At the time he imagined Sam wearing a strap-on as she used the smaller girl. Maybe that triggered it.Barnes had enjoyed the law firm's sweet dark meat two or three times, when he was feeling adventurous. She was quite good, and she looked amazing naked on her knees, taking his cock in her mouth. He always made sure he gave her a spurt or two on the dark skin of her face, then watched her pink tongue come out to lick it up. To him it was a game
CEOs Meat Late At NightWednesday Night at 11:00 PMA Suite At The The Blank HotelLate that night Sam and Barnes met in her suite at the Blank hotel, an unmarked and externally very plain building a few blocks off Santa Monica Boulevard.From the outside the hotel was as bland and commonplace as any other building in the area, although the roof area seemed to be strangely obscured. There were an ever-changing variety of trendy shops and offices on the first few floors. However, inside the hotel proper the black rock decor put one in the mind of the "StarGate" movie (NOT the low-budget TV show), only darker, more alien and somehow much more sinful. All interior corridor walls and most rooms were sheathed in the trademark semi-polished black rock slabs. Active light fixtures were limited to those which were essential, one effectively moved between pools of light demarcated by deep shadows. The AC was unique, the rock walls were internally cooled so the lobby and hallways felt like the
Sam was in the mood for a few more kisses and Resha almost died with pleasure as they each tasted the essence of very old scotch and very fresh pussy juice on their lips and tongues. There was still plenty of scotch in the bottle, so they enjoyed some more as they held each other.After 75 minutes together the two were drying from a second shower when Sam's bots chirped the completion of their appointed tasks. They had visited and done their assigned deeds, molesting each computer in the building, bringing them to Sam's command. Sam did not rush to their call, she said patting dry Resha's back - with extra kisses - was more important, plus she whispered how it was so hard to take her hands off the small, damp, naked service girl. Resha shivered at the words, Sam's hands praised Resha's body in a way her figure deserved, but had never known from any man or woman until now.Resha vowed to herself that, whatever it cost her, she would know this pleasure again.As Resha prepared to leave
Sam stripped before Resha and ordered a quick shared shower, one spiced with with extra nipple nibbles and deep, pussy-warming kisses for both. The warm running water invited them to put hands on each other, both sought the other's body under the spray. The pure pleasure and delight of their embrace went both ways.In Resha's past experience, taking a shower with one particular lawyer was a fig leaf, a naked invitation for her to wash her customer in a very disgusting place because after the shower he would ask her to provide the most repulsive oral service possible in that same place. The rules said the service girls didn't have to do that sort of thing, it was "optional." But as the lowest girl on list, declining was bad for her paycheck, so Resha did what was required of her, then threw up and scoured her mouth afterward. The lawyer named Church was the offender in this particular crime, and he considered the act justified because Resha was a pagan who refused to convert. Resha had
Sam turned her back on Barnes and took her own moment of prayer. In soft Hindi words (it sounded like an incantation to Barnes) she mentally prostrated herself before the goddess Parvati to give thanks that Paulo Zero was her friend and worthy master who knew of her computer skills, plus he trusted her judgement. Also, he had taken the time and expense to cleanse her body of street poisons, then to hook her on his own specialized drug habit so he could trust her actions completely, as she was bound to him by pink steel. "Thanks be for my Master, my Prince and my demigod of a lover... Amen," she said in Hindu.With her rite of thanks satisfied Sam turned back to Barnes and agreed with all his suggestions, including the unspoken ones where they both thought of the other naked. Her smile said she was looking forward to it. Then she said it was time for her to go to work.Barnes called his secretary in, told her what had to be done, then added that Sam would be granted anything else she m







