It had been about three months since the first encounter had taken place, and Oliver was now the top sales person in our state. In fact, he'd taken so many of my clients, and my sales, that I almost got fired for underperforming. Fortunately (I guess), Oliver had been promoted to a level where he was able to have an assistant, and so he asked that I be reassigned to his control, rather than let go.
My job didn't change much, as he had me working most of his accounts, but now he was getting 100% of the commission that I brought in. He'd make me come into work early and stay late every day to make sure that all of 'his' accounts were being looked after. And of course, at the end of every day he'd call me into his office to discuss the day's events, and for me to then service his monstrous cock.
He was taking up so much of my time, that I barely had any for a personal life. He'd give me weekend assignments, and monopolize so much of my work week that I didn't have time for a girlfriend. If I started slacking at work, he threatened to have me fired, and to release the tape to my family. Something I could most definitely not let happen.
After a few months of this, with his bank account growing rapidly, he started to ease off me. The days still ended with the same summary and a servicing, but they were ending earlier, and I was starting to get free time on weekends. As a result, I started seeing a girl named Stacy. We'd met at the grocery store one Saturday, and starting dating shortly after. I did everything I could to make sure that Oliver never found out about her... partly because I didn't want him to get jealous and punish me for it, and partly cause I felt like I was cheating on his cock. At the end of the day, his domination of me turned me on far more than I ever had been in my life.
Stacy was pretty damn hot, I must say, and three years younger than me! She was 5'6, 120 pounds, nice 'C' cup tits, blonde hair, and these incredible blue eyes. In my own estimation, she was far out of my league! But for some reason, our personalities just clicked instantly, and after only four months together we were using the 'L' word. It was around this time that my company was having its Christmas party. Initially I didn't want to attend cause I didn't want Oliver meeting Stacy, but after Oliver insisted I come, I didn't have much of a choice.
When I came by her place to pick her up I was breath taken as her door swung open. She was wearing this silky red dress that tied together behind her neck, hung loosely and provocatively over her ample and braless breasts, tightened around her slim waist, and then hung till about midway between her knees and her sweet little ass. It was almost and instant hard on for me. The thin material caught all of the right curves, and didn't work too hard at hiding her excited nipples. Part of me wanted to ask her to dress more conservatively, but the other part of me was busy drooling in my pants, so I just followed her to the car.
Two hours into the party Oliver still hadn't arrived, much to my pleasure! We were a few rounds into our night, and the alcohol was beginning to take its early effects. We chatted with my coworkers, danced, and drank some more. It was about 10pm when Oliver finally showed up, and only two minutes after that he was introducing himself to my date.
He had brought a date of his own, and she appeared to be one of the 'rented' sort. Her old eyes told me that she'd lived far too much for her young age.
Surprisingly, Oliver didn't show any signs of anger when he found out that Stacy and I had been together for four months already. In fact, he seemed genuinely supportive of me when he spoke to Stacy.
"He's a great guy! Probably one of the closest friends I've ever had!"
Near the end of the night, as I was coming out of the washroom, Stacy ran up to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the lips. After pulling away, she told me we'd been invited for a little after party at Oliver's place! I thought, ok, this won't be so bad right? If it's an after party, he won't try anything in an apartment full of people, right?
When we arrived at his place, it wasn't long before we figured out that the party guest list only included four people. Oliver the host, his 'lovely' date, and us of course. He had the lights turned down, music blaring, and the champagne started flowing. Apparently we were also celebrating his incredible year at work, no thanks to me of course. After finishing the first bottle, Oliver told me to grab another from the fridge, which I did. I was gone for maybe 5 minutes, as I had to get the bastard open without breaking any windows, and when I returned the party seemed to be in full swing.
Oliver was dancing closely with his girl, who's name turned out to be Rosie I should mention, and Stacy was getting her own groove on close bye. Not more than a half hour later, Oliver and his date were going at it pretty hard, and Stacy was a lot more touchy feely than she'd ever been before. We had slept together, but it was never overly passionate or adventurous. I was pretty hammered myself, so I just went along with everything.
Before I knew it, I was seated on the couch, with my shirt off, and Stacy was straddling me, savagely trying to rip my lips off with her teeth. She was pulling at my hair, grabbing at my nipples, and grinding herself onto my crotch hungrily. As she worked her way down my neck, I looked behind her to see Oliver's date on her knees, totally nude, yanking his boxers down, and freeing his massive tool. I looked up into his face just in time to make eye contact with him, and he shot me a cocky, mischievous smile that I didn't quite understand. I just smiled back, and then refocused on the animal that was currently mauling my neck.
My eyes had been closed for about 45 seconds, when suddenly Stacy's attack stopped. She was still grinding my crotch, but suddenly her hands and mouth had disappeared. I opened my eyes to see Oliver standing next to her, with his date on her knees still, right behind Stacy. One of Rosie's hands had reached around Stacy's waist, and was now fondling, caressing, and pulling at her nipples. She still had a mouth full of Oliver's massive cock, with her other hand gripping its base.
Stacy's eyes were focused on his massive tool, just a foot or so away from her. Oliver had a hand full of Rosie's hair, ensuring a good pace, and his other was now on Stacy's head, slowly massaging it, and ever so slowly pulling it towards him.
Suddenly, without warning, she flipped around on me, into a reverse cowboy styled position, and continued her grinding motion. I had my hands firmly gripped on her waist as I dry fucked the hell out of her! What I couldn't see, however, was that Oliver had pulled her head close enough that his cock was now within reach of her wanting mouth. In my aroused state, I never stopped to question the situation, or to prevent him from taking his liberties with my girl. In fact, it seemed that all I could think about was getting myself off.
Rosie's hand then appeared on the back of Stacy's head, and her own face was now in view. She was still holding onto the base of Oliver's giant cock as she started to work it in and out of Stacy's mouth. My girlfriend was now servicing my boss while she squatted in my lap. Stacy used her hands to steady herself on Oliver's hips, as her head bounced around on his mushroom head. As soon as it appeared as though she'd lost herself in the blowjob, Rosie let go, and started undressing Stacy and it didn't take long before her little red dress was bunched up around her waist. Her breasts fully exposed, and only her lacy thong hiding her wet, shaven pussy.
Rosie then started working on me, and I didn't object. Stacy had slid off my lap and onto the floor at Oliver's feet, and Rosie had freed me from my pants and boxers, and was hungrily sucking away at my hard penis. What a pro she was! Her fingers danced around my cock and balls, and even down to my ass where she, without warning, slide a finger inside to massage my prostate. Not long after that, she was swallowing everything I had to offer.
