Phillip’s plane landed smoothly after an uneventful overnight flight. Dawn was breaking as he collected his luggage and made his way to the taxis. He was glad he accepted the invitation, and his keynote speech was well received. It also gave him the free time and privacy to plan how to deal with Catherine’s 'extracurricular' activities.

Catherine was expecting him to return on Thursday, but this was Tuesday; the two extra days gave Phillip flexibility to put the final touches in place. 

~oOo~

"Dear God, Marcus,” Catherine wailed, “I can never have enough of your big black cock!”

Catherine was on her back, legs spread wide as Marcus, his 10” pile driver plunging into the depths of her womb, his cock glistening with spit and pussy juice.

The slap of flesh on flesh filled the room. Marcus, sweat beading on his skin, his muscles rippling, his whole body becoming one with his lover.

Catherine, eyes closed, head back, and back arched. Hair ruffled, skin glowing from her internal furnace and glistening with sweat and passion. Her breasts swaying in rhythm with Marcus’ thrusts. She was again on a well-worn path to another spine-twisting orgasm.

“You have ruined me, Marcus,” she panted.

“You’ve totally ruined me for anyone else. You’ve stretched my pussy so much that no other cock will do.”

“There’s no other cock for you now, baby.” Marcus panted, his voice deep and labored from the plowing he was giving Catherine.

“You’ve been mine since that night on your desk. It’s black cock for you from now on. White cock doesn’t cut it. White cock won’t do.”

Catherine reached down to her pussy, circling her fingers around Marcus’ cock. It slipped effortlessly in her hand, each thrust slapping her pussy. The heat inside her was insane; the orgasm coming her way would be huge. She found her clit and began to tickle it. It didn’t take long.

“Arrrghhh! Yes, yes, yes!” Catherine screamed, “Don’t fucking stop, don’t you dare fucking stop, fuck me, my black fucker. Fuck me, ruin me!”

Marcus felt Catherine’s pussy close over his mighty cock. He was euphoric. The extra resistance was stirring his balls and making his cock even harder. His heart was racing, and his breath was short.

“Not long, baby,” he growled, “nearly there.”

Marcus was pumping furiously now. His knees buried in the mattress, his cock destroying Catherine’s pussy, rubbing it red raw. They were both soaked in sweat and pussy juice, and the bed was almost as ruined as her vagina.

“Fill me with cum, my black fucker,” Catherine demanded. “Give me your seed; I want your soul.”

Then, with one last thrust, Marcus buried his cock into Catherine, and it spewed a torrent of cum, painting her insides and coating her womb.

“Oh yeah, baby,” she crooned as she locked her arms and legs behind Marcus, squeezing him into her. “Come to Mama, give me all your man juice. I love your cum inside me. Give me every drop.”

Marcus lay on Catherine. His cock was still pulsing, and her cervix was squeezing every drop out of him. He was dripping with sweat, muscles glistening, breath labored, totally spent. He remained on Catherine, his cock still inside her, albeit shrunk considerably.

“Mmm,” Marcus muttered. “That was spine-melting.”

Catherine smiled. Her face is glowing, her body vibrant. Her orgasm subsided, and her abdominal muscles were sore from the convulsions. Warm cum swimming inside her and her lover in peaceful repose on her.

“You’ve released the woman deep inside of me. The woman I am. The woman I have always wanted to be,” Catherine announced, kissing Marcus deeply. “You complete me. I feel whole.”

Marcus smiled. “The woman you are was always there; it needed to be dragged out of the dark and brought into the light.”

“Then you released me and enlightened me,” Catherine purred.

The alarm cut through the silence like a blade. Marcus and Catherine both jumped, gathered their thoughts, and slowly untangled themselves. They headed to the bathroom and showered together.

The drive into the city from Catherine’s house was silent. They held hands as lovers often do. It was in that moment Catherine truly wondered to herself, “Could I leave Phillip for Marcus?”

It was a reasonable question, and to her it made perfect sense. Catherine adored Marcus and, yes, even loved him. He touched her in ways and in places she never considered. Ever. Sexually, he has opened her eyes to so much, so many things she’d only ever heard of before; now she’s checking off her list. That aside, they’re also very compatible, very comfortable with each other and of the same mind. Phillip is now an afterthought.

Marcus, for his part, knew Catherine was one of a kind. Her look, her style, her grace, her demeanor, her energy. Very timid and closed-minded when they first met, he was still unable to pinpoint how he was ever able to take her on her desk that night. Ever since, her sexual prowess has exposed itself. Not only has she opened her mind, but she has also explored her sexuality and pushed the envelope of sexual activity. Opening the door to a pizza guy bare-naked, covered in sweat and cum, he could never imagine Catherine doing that before they met. That image is burnt into his memory and still makes him smile.

Marcus pulled into a side street about a block from Catherine’s office. He turned to her and kissed her passionately.

“You have a great day, baby,” Marcus said, still holding Catherine’s hand.

“I will,” Catherine replied, “and you do too. Are we still on for dinner tonight?” she asked.

“For sure,” Marcus smiled, “you, me, Spencer, and Debbie. Should be fun.”

Catherine smiled, that lustful look in her eyes. Marcus picked up on it immediately.

“What?” he said. “What sort of wickedness and debauchery do you have planned?”

“Ha!” Catherine laughed. “If I told you, you might run and hide!”

“Tonight then,” Marcus said.

“And into tomorrow,” Catherine said as she got out of Marcus’ car, winked, and closed the door.

Marcus watched as she walked away. One foot in front of the other, shaking her ass like a catwalk model. Just watching her walk got his cock hard.

~oOo~

Phillip settled in his hotel room. Papers were scattered, like it had been ransacked. The remains of breakfast room service are still on the table. He tapped away at his laptop furiously, sending e-mails, confirming meetings, and making phone calls. He was working his way through his plan. Tweaking and fine-tuning as he went. He read, reread, and read again every document, every receipt, and every transaction. Every contingency considered, every possible counterargument covered. The pieces were falling into place.

Phillip’s phone rang.

“Hello?” he answered and listened intently. He began scribbling notes on a pad.

“Thank you,” Phillip said before ending the call. He searched his phone for a number, then dialed.

“It’s Phillip,” he said when answered. "6.30 pm tonight at Amici’s. Reservation for four. Window table.”

Phillip listened and then continued,

“Amici’s reservations are for a maximum of two hours, so I cannot imagine they’ll stay longer than that. Ok. Thank you.”

The call ended. Phillip put his phone on the table and considered this new information. He asked himself,

“Has she gone mad? Is she rebelling, or is she as bold as brass?”

Catherine was well known at Amici’s. She and Phillip have dined there many, many times. Some of the staff are on a first-name basis with them. The reservation was for the obvious four, Catherine, Marcus, Debbie, and Spencer, as was their plan for after dinner, but the question of why lingered in Phillip’s mind.

Phillip looked at his watch. He had all day, but he wanted to see Catherine at Amici’s. He wanted to see it with his own eyes. 

~oOo~

Marcus was swirling his coffee as Catherine and Debbie chatted to themselves. Spencer was finishing his dessert. Catherine had her hand on Marcus’ thigh but was cautious to remove it when staff approached.

“Should we move on?” Marcus asked the others.

Catherine looked at him and smiled, squeezing his thigh at the same time. Ten minutes later they were all seated in Marcus’ BMW. Catherine had hoisted her skirt before taking her seat next to Marcus, her pussy glistening under the streetlights. Marcus reached over and immediately felt her heat.

“Where to?” he asked.

“Your place?” Catherine asked.

Marcus nodded and turned north.

Phillip stepped out of the shadows. His face was a picture of betrayal, sadness, and frustration. Any doubt he had in his mind that Catherine was not being an adulteress was smashed when she lifted her skirt, showing the world her bare arse before taking a seat next to Marcus. The kiss between them when the doors closed sealed her fate.

Marcus, heading north, told Phillip they were going to his apartment. He was annoyed at this, preferring they go back to Phillip’s house, but it was a 50/50 chance. Phillip turned on his heels and walked the short distance to his hotel, walking at first burdened by many emotions that quickly turned to hope and consequence.

Unknown to them all, the hammer was cocked. 

~oOo~

Stark naked, Catherine had given Marcus a blowjob most of the way back while Debbie was riding Spencer in the back seat.

When he parked, they continued like a pack of horny teenagers when Catherine, the only one seemingly displaying any common sense, asked why they were playing in a cramped car when there was a big, beautiful apartment upstairs they could play in.

Debbie agreed and commenced walking to the elevator, totally naked, her butt plug shining under the fluorescent lights of the car park. Catherine gathered her clothes, threw on her overcoat, and caught up to Debbie, who was now wearing Spencer’s jacket.

The gentle ‘click’ of the door to Marcus’ apartment latching closed was akin to a starting pistol triggering a flurry of clothing flying across the room.

Catherine and Debbie were putting on a show for their studs. They kissed passionately while playing with each other’s pussy. Debbie then dropped to her knees while Catherine stepped forward and parted her pussy lips. Debbie gently probed her folds with her tongue, tasting Catherine’s sweetness. Catherine felt the fires burning within and used one hand to push Debbie’s face deeper into her while pinching her own rock-hard nipples.

“Ahh fuck, Debbie,” Catherine moaned, “you have a magical tongue.”

Pussy juice was running down Catherine’s legs from Debbie’s relentless licking while Spencer and Marcus were now on either side of Debbie. They each had one of her breasts in their mouth and were tickling her pussy and ass with each hand.

“Ahhh,” Debbie moaned as she was melting under their touch. She turned her head to Marcus, who speared his tongue into her mouth.

“I need a cock in me.” She gasped.

Marcus lay on the floor, his cock as rigid as a flagpole. Debbie threw her leg over and straddled his waist. Slowly, gently, she lowered herself onto his cock.

“Arrrggghhh!” Debbie screamed, “Fill me, baby; fuck me with your cocks.”

Debbie held still, glowing in her fullness. She was smiling wide with her head tilted upwards. Slowly, she began to rock back and forth, her pussy so wet it was squelching from her movement. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.

Catherine, seeing an opportunity, knelt over Marcus’ face, tickling his face with her pussy. He immediately ran his tongue the full length of her opening, lapping up her juices and savoring her taste.

Before long, Marcus’ tongue was probing Catherine deep with his tongue, lighting her fire within. She joined Debbie in moaning with pleasure and arching her head back.

Spencer worked his way behind Debbie and massaged her ass. Debbie responded by jutting her ass out, inviting Spencer to spear her ass with his cock.

“Fuck me, Spence,” Debbie begged, “fuck my ass and fuck me hard. Mama needs you cock-deep."

Spencer stood and fed his cock to Catherine, who obliged in taking it deep, getting it good and slippery. He returned to Debbie’s and knocked on her back door. Slowly, deliberately, Spencer pushed forward as Debbie leant back.

Soon, she was filled right up to the base of his cock. Spencer could feel Debbie’s ass closing in around his cock, the resistance increasing the sensation as he slowly began pumping his cock in and out.

Catherine kissed Debbie, her tongue probing Debbie’s mouth. Debbie moaned with pleasure with both cocks inside her.

“You are a very dirty girl,” Catherine whispered in Debbie’s ear, “a very dirty girl indeed.”

“I’m in heaven,” Debbie panted euphorically. “I love having two big black cocks deep inside me. This dirty little white girl loves being filled.”

“Feed me, Catherine,” Debbie begged, as she grabbed Catherine’s face and kissed her deep. “Stand up and feed me your pussy. I want to taste you. Feed me your delicious cunt.”

Catherine smiled. She loved the way Debbie said 'cunt,' just like Debbie loved being double penetrated. Catherine hated 'slut' too, but even she acknowledged she loved feeling slutty.

Catherine stood and sat on Marcus’ coffee table, looking directly at Debbie. She spread her legs wide, her pussy glistening wet for all to see. Catherine began playing with herself, sending electricity pulsing through her body.

Debbie watched as Catherine worked her own pussy. She lusted for it. Its taste, its aroma. She needed it.

As Catherine worked her pussy, the fires within were at full blaze. 'Not long now,' she thought. Debbie reached forward and touched her. She knew what Catherine was planning, and she wanted it badly.

Suddenly Catherine’s breath quickened, her skin tightened, and her heart was racing. Debbie grabbed her as she stood, still working her clit feverishly. When the first spasm hit, Catherine’s legs became weak, the convulsions started, and streams of pussy juice squirted out of her. Debbie was ready and waiting, mouth wide open as she was sprayed with Catherine’s juices. She swallowed as much as she could and got bathed in the rest.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” Catherine moaned with each convulsion. Her abdomen rippling, her muscles quite defined.

“Yeah, baby,” Debbie cried, “soak me in your juices.” As Debbie began licking Catherine clean.

“You like my pussy, Debbie?” Catherine asked as she held Debbie’s head in her hands.

“You want my cunt, do you, Debbie? Tell me how much you want my cunt.” She moaned at Debbie.

“I want you to eat my cunt, Debbie,” Catherine said in a deep, lustful voice. “Will you eat my cunt, Debbie?”

Debbie buried her face in Catherine’s opening, lapping up her pussy juices, delighting in her taste. Meanwhile, Spencer was smashing Debbie’s ass, withdrawing the full length and slamming his big black cock home.

Debbie gave Catherine a look. She was close. Spencer kept up his pace while Debbie rocked back and forth on Marcus. Catherine was impressed at the rhythm between all three of them.

Marcus was the first as he lifted Debbie off the floor, and Spencer almost immediately after that. Debbie’s eyes opened as wide as dinner plates. The sensation of two monster cocks streaming their cum inside her at the same time was sheer bliss, and that triggered wave after wave of an almighty orgasm flowing through her.

“Ahhh, fuuuck my soul,” Debbie screamed. "My fucking god, fuck me like a fucking dirty fucking whore.”

Debbie leaned forward, her hands on Marcus’ chest. Catching her breath, she felt her pussy and ass squeeze on both cocks with each spasm, their hot sticky cum swirling deep inside her.

Debbie remained in place until the spasms stopped and her breath returned. Spencer pulled out of her ass, then Debbie lifted herself off Marcus. She crawled towards Catherine when she turned Debbie around. Seeing Spencer’s cum leaking out of her ass, she said,

“My turn now,” as she plunged her tongue deep into Debbie’s ass.

“Ohhh fuuuck!” screamed Debbie in delight as Catherine plunged her tongue deep, licking Spencer’s cum in the process.

“God, your taste is so good, Debbie,” Catherine announced. “I could eat your ass all day!”

Spencer and Marcus sat back and watched the show before them, stroking themselves, slowly coming back to life.

Marcus positioned himself in front of Debbie, and she didn’t need a second invitation to swallow his cock. Spencer ran his cock up from Catherine’s pussy and then down from her asshole. Catherine looked back at him.

“Take your pick, big boy; I love it in either,” she purred.

Making the best of it, he thrust balls deep in her pussy, got himself nicely lubed, then pulled out and slipped straight into her ass.

“Ahhh, fuuuck me!” Catherine screamed. “You fill me up so good, Spencer!”

“I just love seeing my black cock slipping in and out of your white ass.” Spencer declared.

“You can take my pussy and mouth too, Spencer.”

“I intend to, Catherine,” he said. “I can’t get enough of your body.”

Catherine smiled, loved Spencer’s cock pumping her ass, and dived back into Debbie’s ass.

Marcus was sitting on his haunches, watching his spear disappear in Debbie’s mouth. His balls were stirring, and his cock grew hard.

“You like my cock in your mouth, Debbie?” Marcus asked.

“You know I do,” Debbie replied. “I only wish I could deepthroat like Catherine.”

“That’s her specialty," Marcus said. “She is just amazing.”

Debbie reached back and lubed her fingers with pussy juice, then jammed three straight up Marcus’ ass. He growled approval, and Debbie let his cock grow an extra inch in her mouth.

“Come in my mouth,” Debbie ordered, “fuck my face and come in my mouth.”

Debbie twisted her fingers in Marcus’ ass while she twirled her tongue around the massive head of his cock.

“Ahhhhh damn!” growled Marcus. “Nearly there, Debbie.”

Debbie closed her mouth around his cock and began to hum when the first shot of cum hit the back of his throat.

“Ahhh, yeees!” moaned Marcus. “Your wish is granted, sweet Debbie.”

Determined to not waste a drop, Debbie swallowed as much as she could and then let the rest pool in her mouth. She turned to Catherine and looked her in the eye, and plunged her tongue deep in Catherine’s mouth. Catherine was surprised initially, but when she realized Debbie’s mouth was full of cum, she speared Debbie’s mouth, taking as much as she could from her.

Spencer, almost ready to blow, withdrew from Catherine’s ass and stood in front of Debbie and Catherine.

“Open wide, ladies,” he said.

Debbie and Catherine, their faces already covered in cum, faced Spencer cheek to cheek in time for rope after rope of cum splashing into their mouths, their hair, and their faces. Spencer stood, stroking his cock for every drop, eagerly lapped up by Catherine and Debbie.

“Man,” Spencer declared, “these gorgeous women simply cannot get enough.” Then collapsed on the floor next to Marcus.

“We’re very greedy,” Catherine said. “If we have one cock, we want two. If we have two, we want four.”

“Maybe we should organize a gang bang," Marcus said jokingly.

“I’m up for that," Catherine said.

“Me too,” said Debbie.

The response shocked Marcus.

“Seriously?” Marcus asked.

Both ladies nodded.

“How many cocks do you want?”

Catherine and Debbie looked at each other.

“I’m not sure, but maybe eight?” Debbie offered.

"Or," Catherine added, "why not an even ten?"

Debbie nodded in agreement.

The room fell silent. Marcus and Spencer looked at each other.

“Ok,” Marcus said, “ten it is.”

Catherine and Debbie looked at each other and smiled.

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