Gratification is a World Wide Enterprise
written by:
Little tommy D.

Gratification is a Worldwide Enterprise

It's been a while friends. Some of you may remember me, Art Wilson, Dean at the local University, married to Markey whose sister, Alana was the entrepreneur of the women's porn sources which included the clubs named the "Glass Slipper." Well, we're still around even though I don't do too much shopping at the Mall these days. The manager of Mathers, Suzanne, was transferred again, so our affair came to a regretfully end and I say regretful because she was one great pussy who could wildly fuck this old man silly. Markey is now the CEO of Alana's operation where Alana serves as the Chairman, but we don't see much of her now as she spends her time contracting for foreign editions of the Glass Slipper. The company has changed names. It is now 'Woglobmen' which is Alana's idea of Women's Global as it is now a truly global operation. It still has the porn web site, the DVD porn sales, the porn movie channel and, of course, the Glass Slipper. It is a billion and a half annual income porn World. Markey now makes over a million a year and we're sitting in the cat bird's seat.

I was at the office today ready to leave when I received a call from Markey. She asked that I take the short trip to the Wembly club location to speak with a young Finnish woman that Alana had directed to meet with Markey. However, the woman, Pamula Kulama, a wealthy young Helsinki investor, preferred to meet at the club. I agreed, jumped in the car and drove to the club. The receptionist, Joyce Nowlin, had given Kulama the tour and now had her seated in the dining area drinking hot tea and eating cookies. I introduced myself and welcomed her to America and the Glass Slipper. I quickly learned that Alana had clued her in on club ownership and that she was interested in three locations. She told me that her father, a pioneer in the cellular industry had died and left her his fortune. But he left her a warning--don't get into technology. Get into the people business, preferable the rapidly growing self-gratification genre. It reminded me of Alana and her reasons for her porn industry--women don't get fucked enough.

When she had finished her tea and cookies, she asked if I could show her one of the private rooms because Joyce had not opened one to her. I explained to Pamula that Private meant Private and that Joyce didn't have keys to the truly Private areas. That intrigued Pamula even more so and elevated her desire to see one. I took the keys from my packet, took her to the one that was highly exclusive for our truly highly valued clients, again, mostly women. He eyes lit up when she surveyed the room and its furnishings. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her lick her lips and swallow hard. I stood at the door and let her roam around the room. I eyed her closely. About five-six, maybe one twenty total weight, almost white blonde hair as most Nordics have, tits probably a 34-C, perhaps D. Not a real beauty but attractive in the Nordic vein. Body was the old Coca Cola shape with her waist about a 24 and her hips around 34. I was wondering if her pussy was as white as her hair. Should I try to find out? Hey, why not. I turned and slowly, quietly closed the door and walked to where she was looking out the window at the skyline of the maid town, not Wembly.

I Put my hand over her shoulder, pulled her closer, and named the buildings in her sight as I pointed to those that were outstanding in the skyline. She put her hand over mine and said, "You have such interesting architecture in America." She turned her head to face me and I used the hand on her shoulder to pull her closer and kiss her boldly. She didn't object, in fact, she responded with fervor. When the kiss ended, she softly said, "Will you give me a test run of the room?"

I grinned, nodded and kissed her again with my hands on the cheeks of her ass pulling her hard against my growing hard on. I took her hand, led her to the dressing area and I carefully undressed her as she stood on the specially crafted stool at the front of the Valet Stand. I hung her clothes on the Valet, and then when she was naked and I verify the whitish-haired matching pussy, I lifted her down as I stood on the stool for her to strip me in the same manner. She was wide-eyed when my dick popped out in front of her face as I stood on the stool. She looked up at my eyes and said, "Please allow me to have your erection photographed to use at the entrance of my first club. I'm certain that it would be a huge turn-on to the women when they first enter. Don't say no."

I laughed at her enthusiasm over her gushing about my hard on. I have always been proud of it but this was the first time anyone ever wanted a picture of it. It made me feel like a teen texting pictures of their dicks to their girl friends that I read about. I led her to the bed, sat her down on the edge and whispered in her ear, "If my dick is happy when we end our session I'll give you permission to take its picture." She smiled broadly and said, "I'll do my best to make it happy. In fact, it already looks happy because I see a tear in its eye." I laughed at that one as it was a new one to me. While I laughed, she took my balls in her hand and appeared to be weighing them in her palm. I forced my hips forward to give her freer access and she leaned forward and kissed each on in turn, leaving them and mouthing the head of my fiercely hard dick as she ran her hand down the shaft testing its strength. I allowed her to suck the head for a few moments before I bent, lifted her to the center of the bed and I assumed my body over hers in the sixty-nine position. She resumed her gentle sucking of the head and slowly moving her hand up and down the shaft.

I was on my elbows, my fingers tenderly combing through her soft, delicate whitish hair surrounding the lips of her pussy. The pick inner labia was a stark contrast to the white hair and it glistened with wetness in anticipation of my invasion of the delicate entrance. I breathed in her odor and found it delectable and could hardly wait to taste the wet interior of her pussy. Her hips were moving under my touch and I heard slight moaning while she now sucked the length of my dick. At last, I put my tongue against her interior lips and suckled the soft, pliable pink mass savoring the taste of the juice flowing from her in increasing amounts. My eyes adjusted to the closeness and thrilled when I spied the tiny, filmy hairs surrounding her clean, pinkish-brown asshole. I knew it had to be next when I had had my fill of her awesome pussy. I had my tongue deep inside her, her body movements encouraging me to act boldly with my exploring her interior. I heard her gasp, her hand was heaving working on my dick and I quickly moved my tongue to her asshole and rimmed it before perforating the center. She yelped once when she felt the tip hit home.

I quickly rose from her body, lifted her in my arms and took her to the soft leather covered roll bar at the end of the bed. I placed her stomach on the center of the roll, got behind her and spread her legs wide apart and put the head of my dick at the entrance of her pussy. She reached under the roll bar, grabbed my balls and pulled. I entered her wall the way, all seven and a half inches inside her. She groaned only once and the said, "Hard, pound hard." I did as she asked. I fucked her as hard as I could. She was slightly tight but the lubrication was perfect and my dick slipped in and out with perfection. The combination of her pussy wrapping my dick snuggly, her hands enveloping my balls and the warmth of her interior didn't take too long before I was ready to cum, I heard her gasping and then felt her shudder several times as she jerked my balls. I slid my dick out, put it in the crack of her ass and shot my full load up and over her ass and onto her back. I didn't think I would ever quit spurting as I ran my dick up and down the crack of her ass before I put it back inside her pussy and finished Cumming inside.

When we had gathered our senses, she stood and said, "This roll bar was fantastic. Whose idea was that?"

I caught my breath and said, "A pilot friend of Alana. He fucked her in his gym over one and she adapted it here she liked it so much. It does work well doesn't it?"

"Best ever! It put my ass at the perfect angle to be fucked doggy style" Pamula turned, pulled my head down and kissed me. She looked me in the eye and said, "Now I get my picture, right?

I laughed again and said, "Yeah, you can get your picture." She grinned, fell to her kneed and took my sagging dick in her mouth and totally cleaned it before she looked up and said, "We can do this again before I leave can't we?"

I pulled her up by her hands, took her tits in my hands and said, "We certainly can if that's what you want." I bent and sucked the right nipple as I massaged the melon on the left. "But next time, we go a little slower."

After we dressed, we went back to the dining room and I ordered coffee. Pamula squirmed in her seat, finally settled down and then she said, "If you have contracts I'll sign now, Art."

I shook my head and said, 'That has to be done at corporate. Let me call Markey and set up a time for tomorrow." I took my cell and called. I told Markey that Pamula Kulama would be at her office tomorrow at ten to sign the contracts for the first club in Helsinki with options for two more, one in Warsaw and one in Monaco. Markey questioned Monaco but I told her that Pamula was a good friend of the Royal family and had permission to open in Monaco within a year. Markey was duly impressed by her Monaco connections.

Before we left, I went to the stock room and grabbed new editions of a few DVD's. I dropped her at the hotel, declined her dinner invitation for this evening, but made one for Thursday evening, the day before her departure. I was assuming that it would be our goodbye fuck as she was leaving Friday morning to return to Helsinki to start the process of opening the Club. I handed her one of the DVD's and told her to watch it later to pick up new techniques for our Thursday dinner date.

She grinned and said, "We'll see if I can learn something new. Thanks." Even with the time of my dalliance I was home before Markey. When she came in, she gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "Great job in closing the deal with Ms. Kumala. I called Alana and gave her the news which gave her a big lift. She indicated that Kumala was a tough sell for her as she showed lots of hesitation about the two additional options. What did you do to get her approval?"

I gave her the full tour including the exclusive Private Room that Joyce can't access. We had coffee and cookies as I put the squeeze on her to make a decision while she was here at the Home Office. After about an hour of me playfully pounding on her, she finally agreed. You will finish the job tomorrow morning and I'm relieved of duty."

Markey smiled, put her hand on my arm and said, "I cleared the afternoon because after you left her, she called and said she wanted to see the Collinsport club also. She is gathering ideas for her locations including pictures she hopes to use on the walls of her clubs."

He gulped, recovered, and then said, "Yeah, she mentioned the same idea to me. I told her that photos would be okay once she signed the contracts. You know, visiting the club today brought back some good memories. We don't go enough anymore to appreciate our ownership in the clubs. We should plan a few visits just to survey what's trending today."

She gave me a sly grin and said, "Just to see what's trending or to take part in the trends? Which is it?"

"Hey, maybe a little of both. We're not getting any younger you know and perhaps we're wasting valuable time while They didn't discuss missing out on some great fun that we can't recapture later."

"So, you want to get back in the fuck fest again? As you said, it's been a while and we're becoming relics quickly. We need to talk about it at dinner. Let me get it on the table first. Gather your thoughts to convince me it's our time again."

They didn't talk about the idea during the meal. Once Markey had cleared the dishes and had refilled the tea glasses she sat and said, "I'm open-minded and all ears, so tell me your thoughts."

Art took a sip from the glass and said, "Your word was relic. Not far from my own word of rusting. Let me ask you this. When was the last time we fucked? Can you remember?"

Markey thought for a minute, slowly shook her head from side to side and then said, "I have no idea but I know it been several weeks. We're both so busy and tied up in our own messes that we don't relate to each other like we should. It reminds me of the time several years ago when we went to the Mall and you got fucked by one of the models. It shocked me to attention back then. Have you been to the Mall recently?"

He laughed and said, "Nope, and I don't intend to go anytime soon. Besides Ginny is in Phoenix now and her neighbor is the manager of Mathers in San Antonio. But you still get your discounts because of her. I can tell you when the last time was if you're interested."

"Okay, when was it?"

"The night of the July 4th picnic when Alana was in town. It rained remember and her convertible top was down, so she took off early to get the car dried out."

"That's right. She spent the night at the Home Office overnight office facility with her pilot friend."

"Yep, that's the day."

"Did the fact that her pilot friend fucked me at the club bring back the desire to go back? Or was it prompted by all the pussy you managed to punch?"

"A little of both enhanced the thoughts I had of the good times we shared. If you remember it was the fucking he gave you that initiated your interest in becoming a part of the party. That's when you, Alana and I started our own Saturday night fuck fest and you thoroughly looked forward to Saturday nights. Remember those nights?"

"How can I forget? Not everyone fucks her own sister while her husband waits his turn." She grinned as she reminded me of how Alana acted when she first saw my hard dick coming toward her. I remembered it well as she yelped at Markey about how lucky she was to have a husband with such a great hard on. That's when I realized how perfectly suited Alana was to be a porn queen.

Markey scooted her chair back leaned over and gave me a kiss and said, "I am leaning your way but I want to think it over before I commit to restarting again. You think about it and then tell me how far it should go if I agree. Where does it start and where does it end? I know you never had any jealousies because you trusted me, but I did have a few to begin. Remember our backdoor neighbor? She gave me fits for awhile because you became so attached to her. You have to promise not to get too close to anyone again if we restart. Got that?"

"Yes I do and I promise. I'm older and not as easily fascinated by pussy as I was then. Truthfully, I can now take it or leave it."

"Yeah, but you still prefer to take it and don't try to convince me you don't. I see how you eye the young asses when we go out or when you're at my office and the models pass by you."

"Admitted. I still breathe and have eyes for the candy you have around you. But, think about it and we'll see how it goes."

Art was in his office following a staff meeting that was preparing the agenda for mid-winter graduation exercises even though it was just August. His phone rang and it was Markey. She told him that Pamula was signed and sealed. They were at the Collinsport club on the lake. She said that Pamula wanted to have dinner at the club and wanted him to join them. Markey hinted that she felt that if they ware to restart that tonight with Pamula might just be the perfect opportunity. Markey giggled and said, "If you pinned me down I have to tell you that I'm impressed with her ass and am tempted if you have an interest." Art smiled to himself as he thought about having her over the roll-bar yesterday with his dick gliding in and out of her tight slick pussy. Yes, he has an interest.

They ate the steak specialty and finished with strawberry shortcake. When it was over, Pamula suggested that they talk in the Private Room. Markey took her key and opened the door to the eye-catching scene overlooking the lake. The moon was glistening in the water and the evening was perfect for any activity but was especially perfect for one of a romantic nature. They were at the window looking at the beauty of the scene when Pamula put her arms around Markey and kissed her on the lips. Art saw the joy in Markey's eyes and knew it was going to be a delightful end to a fine dinner and a restart of their use of the club. He watched closely as Markey returned the kiss, saw Pamula's hands glide down Markey's hips and rest on the cheeks of her ass.

Art slipped behind Pamula and began kissing her neck and massaging her tits. Pamula began grinding her hips against his dick until he could feel it beginning to harden. Pamula was eagerly unbuttoning Markey blouse so that she could access Markey's 36-C's. Art had unzipped the back of Pamula's skirt and was letting it drop to the floor. Pamula was left with her Baby-Blue lacy thong panties and her navy blue top. Markey was now out of her blouse and the nipples on her tits were hard and tight. Pamula was holding them in her hands as Art stripped her of her blouse and panties. Markey removed her own skirt and stepped out of her shoes. She took Pamula by the hand and they slipped easily across the room to where the bed was located.

Pamula had Markey sit on the side of the bed as she got on her knees and sucked the nipples of Markey's tits. Art quickly undressed, hung his clothes on the Valet and went behind Pamula. Markey was breathing hard when Pamula pushed her backwards on the bed and spread her legs wider apart. Pamula buried her head between Markey's legs and Art saw Markey grab Pamula's head with both hands. Markey was moaning, Art was manipulating Pamula's tits with both hands as he rested his dick in the crack of her ass. She elevated her hips and Art rammed his dick inside her as far as he could get it. He didn't thrust; he let it rest inside her as he continued to play with her tits. She waited as long as she could before she started pushing back against his dick. He let her do the fucking as he maintained his position. They remained like that for about three more minutes.

Art withdrew, swooped down and lifted Pamula and placed her in the center of the bed. Markey rolled to her left and clamed on the bed. Art was on his knees beside Pamula and he was saying, "Spread the lips of your pussy for me." .Pamula reached down to her lips and discovered them drenched with a heavy wetness. She pulled the delicate pink flesh apart through the whitish filmy hair and she felt the cool air kissing her wet lips. Art loomed over her on the bed closely watching her. He glanced downward and saw Markey intently looking at Pamula's pink inviting pussy. He looked Pamula in the eye and said, "We want you to masturbate for us until you're about ready to cum. If you do it well, when you get to the point then I will fuck your tight, slick, hot pussy with all the power I have in my dick and Markey will help."

They watched as Pamula shivered at the thought of what was to come. Markey moved up when Pamula used her left hand to spread her lips apart at the top, exposing her hard protruded clit for her two right fingers to work on unrestrained. We watched closely when she dipped them into herself to get lubrication before she placed them atop her pleasure button. Her fingers moved in small gentle circles. She slowly closed her eyes as she began to feel the pleasure of her action. She felt that she was close already.

The itch inside of her became a swell of sensations that started electrifying all over her body. She could feel the sweat breaking out on her skin. Markey was lightly rubbing her legs for her. Pamula opened her eyes, looked directly at Art's dick, took hold and said, "I'm ready now. I'm ready." Markey pulled her legs apart; Art fell between them and entered her roughly. He was piston thrusting her hard when she yelped, "Oh, my God I'm Cumming."

She was whelped with violent waves that sent ripples of shock through her body. It encouraged Art to continue whipping his dick in an out with continuous thrusts. The sharpness ran through her once more. She felt something wet and warm on her left tit and saw Markey with it in her mouth sucking vigorously. At the same time, another wave of electric orgasm hit her. She pulled Art closer to her hips as she wriggled under his welcome dick that was causing her waves of orgasm. There was warmness on her clit that she hadn't felt in years.

When her ass quit wriggling and the orgasm wave had faded, Art pulled out and went behind Markey. He was doggy fucking her as she licked Pamula's pussy reminding Pamula of the way a cat licks milk, one lap at a time. Art was going to make Markey cum and the thoughts of it as Markey lapped Pamula's pussy was going to make her cum once again. Markey was rubbing up and down Pamula's sensitive lips and also slipping down between her ass cheeks and circling around her asshole.

Art left Markey's pussy with a start. He rapidly crawled up beside Pamula ignoring Markey still lapping at her pussy that was at the edge of another orgasm. He took Pamula's head and had her take his dick in her mouth. She grabbed his balls, sucked his dick and then it began Cumming. The warm spurts bounced off her tongue and filled her mouth. He withdrew and jacked the balance of his cum on her tits. She almost screamed when he dipped his head, took her tit and his cum in his mouth and began sucking the nipple until she couldn't hold back the orgasm that Markey had instigated. She almost passed out the wave hit her so hard. When she managed to open her eyes, Markey was gently licking her inner lips and Art was lying crosswise on the bed still sucking her nipple. Her breasts were clean of the cum which meant that Art had licked his cum from her body.

She lifted her head and smiled at Markey. Markey quit licking and smiled back at her. She put her hand on the back of Art's head. He quit sucking but still held the nipple between his lips. She turned back to Markey and nodded to her. Markey crawled upwards kissed Pamula and lay beside her. Art turned his body and sidled up against Pamula's side. He let his left hand slide to her filmy whitish pussy hair and he ran his fingers through the thick, fine bushy mass until his middle finger entered her pussy and tickled the inside walls. Pamula had never felt as good as she felt at that moment. Life was good and her trip was an unmatched success. Pamula could have remained in that bed with Art and Markey forever.

But at just after Midnight, Art rolled from bed and said, "I have tons of work early tomorrow at the University. I must leave you ladies on your own. Stay the night if you want. I'll talk with you tomorrow." He dressed, told them goodnight and closed the door quietly as he left. They heard the noise from the club before the door closed and wondered how many out there had had a night as good as theirs. Markey was back and Art was happy.