Back to Business Pt. 02

Fiona's day started early, she rolled out of Francis's bed at 05:30 am and showered making sure she cleaned her cunt and arse three times until it was squeaky clean. She then ran the razor round her herself neatening her pubes.

She applied make up and did her hair then pulled on a ridiculously tight white blouse bought by Francis for today, it had four buttons to be done up, the top of which was just below her centre of her breasts so that huge amounts of her ample cleavage were on show.

She had been told by Francis not to bother with a bra today so she looked down as she had many times before at her nipples straining against the tight white material and then looked in the mirror. The darker areola around her big nipples was definitely visible beneath the tight white fabric; this wasn't new to her so she just carried on dressing.

She was permitted to wear knickers and these were left on the dresser for her, she held them up and looked at them. They were very nice and clearly expensive, most of the lingerie sets she had from the directors were top quality.

This small white thong was no different, the tint piece of sheer white material forming the triangle to cover her cunt was very small, she knew it would struggle to hold her lips in but Francis seemed to like this when selecting knickers.

The string met at the back and she then saw they must been custom made as the word whore was the centre piece that would sit on her lower back. She pulled them on and her suspicions were correct, her cunt lips were struggling to stay in the sides.

Still she pulled on her skirt that had also been selected by Francis, Christ she thought as she zipped it up at the back and straightened it out it finished pretty much at the bottom of her arse cheeks. She bent forward just to gauge how much it'd take to expose her behind, the answer wasn't a lot.

She then sat down and again the shortness of the skirt rode it up round her waist almost leaving her gusset on show, great she thought thinking ahead to the taxi journey she had to make.

She bent down and put five inch slut heels on, again selected by Francis and she was ready to leave by 06:30, she didn't want to be late for Victor after pissing him off last night so stuffed three pairs of knickers in her handbag, she had a feeling she'd probably need spares today, and then went to leave.

Francis stopped her as she put her hand on the door handle, "Don't let me down today whore," he said and rolled back over.

"I won't," she said, already knowing what was expected of her today, and left.

She hailed a cab right outside, "London City hotel please," she told the cabbie who looked her up and down and smiled. He probably assumed she was a hooker on her way to her next client, and in all honestly he wouldn't of been far off the mark.

She sat uncomfortably for 18 minutes as they crossed London to Victor's hotel; she paid the cabbie with plenty as a tip and headed in to his hotel. She found his room easy enough and after turning every head in the reception area she found the lift and entered.

She walked the carpeted corridor until she found Victors room and knocked, she waited less than twenty seconds and the door swung open and he stepped back to let her in. He was only in his boxers and Fiona noticed a good bulge and his muscular body.

The door shut behind her and she went to set up the lap top like she did before, "Once you've set up present yourself like you did yesterday whore," he said.

"Yes of course," Fiona replied and quickly set the laptop up.

She then turned to face him and opened the four buttons on the blouse and let the material fall off her breasts exposing them, he didn't even flinch or change expression. She then turned to the bed and hiked her skirt round her waist and bent forwards laying on it.

She reached back and went to peel her thong down but was stopped by a hand on her back, "Ha! Very fitting," he said feeling the word whore with his fingers as he lifted it from her body. He let it go and it snapped back in place, "The name suits you, present yourself whore," he told her.

She pushed her knickers off as far as her hands could reach leaving them somewhere mid-thigh and then she pulled open her cheeks for inspection by Victor.

She felt his breath on her pussy lips and near her arsehole as he had a good look, "Ahhh," she sighed as she felt a tongue at the bottom of her slit, it travelled up lightly running over her lips all the way up to her squeaky clean bumhole.

She took another sharp intake of breath as Victors tongue circled her puckered hole before standing up," Better whore, this is how gold plated clients should receive their goods isn't it?" he asked peeling off his boxers behind her.

"Yes, please accept my deepest apology, this morning I intend to make it up to you," she said to him, still face down on the bed presenting her holes to him.

"Oh I know you will whore, instead of the forty five minutes I should have had yesterday I've got you for an hour and a half, I'm sure that's enough time for you to make amends," he laughed.

"How about you start by getting on your knees and sucking my cock," he said.

She sparang up and turned to face him before dropping on her knees, she grabbed his impressive eight and a half inch cock wanked it hard and fast spitting on it a few times first to lube it before shoving his bulbous helmet in her mouth.

She made all the appreciative noises as she hungrily feasted on his cock; she massaged his balls underneath with on hand, grabbed the base with the other and bobbed her head up and down his meaty pole.

He made her suck him like this for a good fifteen minutes before he ordered her to strip but leave her heels on. He climbed on the bed while she did this and watched at the same time as he fisted his cock. Once she was in the desired state of undress he required he took his hand off his cock and it pointed angrily up in the air.

"Get up her and show me how sorry you are whore," he said looking at her and then his cock.

Fiona knew that she was going to have to ride him, after all she had turned up with come filled holes and displeased him, the least she could do and Francis would expect is that she do as he say. If that meant riding his cock she'd ride it for the next hour and fifteen minutes if need be.

She crawled up the bed and took him in her mouth once more and spat over his cock head before straddling him, she knew men liked the cowgirl position so they could watch their cocks filling her cunt so positioned herself accordingly.

In her heels she was able to be quite high above his cock before leaning back to rest her hands on his thighs, this arched her back pushing her huge breasts up and her groin forward. She then splayed her knees exposing herself to him, she let him look at her wet sex for a moment before lowering herself to his dick.

She rubbed her slit forwards and back over his cockhead, she lowered herself millimetres at a time letting his cock open her slowly. It was only 07:20 and her she was seconds away from having her first dick of the day.

She moaned loudly and stopped as her pussy stretched to accommodate his helmet, she held the position enjoying the feeling of such a fat dick this early in the morning. Satisfied with how it felt she then lowered herself the rest of the way.

She stopped when she couldn't go any further, "Your apology will be judged on how well you fuck, I want to see maximum effort at all times understand?" Victor said to her.

"I understand, I won't disappoint," she said.

No more words were spoken between the two for the next hour, Fiona was dripping with sweat by the time she took load number three in her mouth and across her face.

Victor had literally laidback and let Fiona ride him cowgirl and reverse cowgirl for an hour solid, he come once in her cunt which had bought on Fiona's fourth orgasm and then he'd enjoyed her tight arse for nearly thirty five minutes before cumming deep in that.

He then made her alternate between her pussy and arse until he was ready to come again which was the load he'd just dumped in her throat and sprayed across her face.

Once finished he wiped his slimy cock on her face, "You better get gone, Francis wants you at Earls Court for 9 and its twenty too," he said falling on to the bed spent and well serviced.

"Did my fucking meet expectations?" Fiona asked.

"More than whore," was all he said.

Still Fiona couldn't help but grin knowing she'd performed well pleased her immensely. She dressed and then went to the bathroom to fix her face as best she could, cleaning all the come off she could see.

She gathered up the laptop and her bag and then kissed Victor goodbye and left for day two of the convention.

She arrived on time at the stall and went straight in to the back to drop her stuff in, the directors were all in there waiting, "Well is Victor happy?" asked Francis.

"Victor is very happy and well compensated Mr Mulherne" Fiona told him.

"Good, now today is a big day, all the big players are here today and we want to snare at least ten," Francis told her, "Same as yesterday, they get a sneak preview in here then you arrange to give out the full works at their hotels," he told her.

"These boys today won't be happy with forty five minute slots either, guarantee them two hours at least, I don't want them feeling rushed, your there to please them," he said.

"No problem Mr Mulherne, I understand the importance," said Fiona.

The three went out front and Fiona hovered closer to the door today peeking out to see what was happening, it didn't look quite so busy she thought but the businessmen definitely looked that one step up from yesterdays.

What did register with her though was that a lot of these were in twos or threes, clearly the big hitters travelled in numbers much like Francis had turned up with his two partners.

She peeked through the door when she heard a jovial conversation between people outside, two large men were stood talking to Francis and the conversation seemed to be going well, smiles were being exchanged as well as facts and figures.

Just then hands were shook and the first man led the other through the gap in the table towards the door at the back of their stand, Fiona's first customers were advancing. She went back in the room and stood from the chair as the door opened to great the men.

"Hi I'm Fiona," she said approaching the first man with her hand out as she shook it she looked at both men whose eyes were on her breasts and nipples. They remained on her breasts as she continued to speak. This was how unimportant she was, her body was the only thing of interest now.

"Take a seat gentleman, please," she said pointing to the two seats opposite her low chair.

They sat down and still didn't look away from her heaving tits, and why would they, they were practically out. She sat back and her skirt rode up and their eyes immediately lowered from her chest to the gap between her knees that Francis had told her to leave open.

Disgustingly filthy grins spread across the faces of both men who looked at each other and turned back to Fiona with renewed interest. She saw their gaze between her legs so she did what any good whore would do and opened them wider so that her knees were at least twelve inches apart.

The thin material of the thong was riding in her folds and the moisture from her morning fuck with Victor had all but made them transparent. The outline of her pussy was more than visible as one side of her pussy lip hung out the side of the tiny triangle.

"I'm sure you can open a bit wider than that don't you?" said the man on the right.

Fiona looked at both and their serious faces momentarily, "Yes of course, my apologies," she said and opened her legs as wide as she could so that her skirt was right up and nothing hampered their view of her sodden thong.

"That's better, now we can talk business," the other man said.

"Yes of course," she said "Mr Mulherne will of mentioned the gold package available to clients that invest?" she asked the men, eyes still on her tits and between her legs.

"Oh yeah he mentioned that," one said adjusting his trousers as his cock grew.

"Has he explained anything about the perks of the gold package?" she asked and was still met with eyes between her legs.

"No he just said his assistant back her would explain it all, give a little taster as to what it entailed and then book a consultation for this evening, and from where I'm sitting this gold package is looking quite appealing," one of them said.

"Ok so the gold package involves three things, firstly my mouth, secondly my pussy," she said as she pulled the thong aside, "and thirdly my arsehole," she said leaning back and showing the men her tight hole.

Both men's grins widened again at the same time as their bulges grew and both shifted uncomfortably. Fiona noticed this and stood up leaving her knickers pulled aside and skirt up, she then unbuttoned her blouse and let her tits fall free.

"Oh my" one of the men said as she approached him.

She reached for his buckle as she bent down he tits hanging before him. "Now I'm going to suck both your dicks then I'll book you in for a private two slot, my first available slot is tonight at 17:30 and my last is 14:15 tomorrow afternoon," she said.

"What do you reckon John?" said the other man to the one whose cock Fiona was about to free.

"What you reckon bout eight?" he said as he lifted his bum so Fiona could slide off his trousers and then boxer shorts. A short fat cock not to dissimilar to my own sprang up between his legs.

"I'll book you in gents, I'll just need your names and hotel and room number," she said grasping John's short fat cock in her hand. His hands went to her tit and found her nipple and when she didn't stop him he pinched it and pulled it much to her enjoyment.

"Get a cop of these Bill," he said and his mate reached out and unobstructed took her other breast and kneaded it before pulling her nipple to, she couldn't help but groan loudly. Those that have followed Fiona's stories know she loves nipple play.

She lowered her head and opened her mouth and took the fat helmet of john in her mouth, it filled her mouth wonderfully, and she sucked it for a few seconds and then lifted her head to look at them both.

"I can't wait to feel this fat thing in me later," she told them both which made them pull her nipples harder, "What have you got for me Bill?" she asked him reaching out to his bulge.

He unbuttoned himself and lifted his bum off the seat to push his trousers and pants down, "Oh my," Fiona said licking her lips as he sat back down, "Two fat cocks for me, aren't I the lucky little whore," she said reaching over and stretching her slender fingers around Bill's short fat cock.

They looked almost similar in girth with Johns being slightly longer, Fiona simultaneously masturbated the men for a few minutes as they mauled her nipples which she enjoyed immensely before lowering her mouth back to Johns cock.

"Oh yes suck my cock, what a mouth," he declared winking to his buddy Bill

"Don't be greedy then John, send her this way," he laughed.

She heard and obliged turning the opposite way to make it easier to suck on Bills fat dick, with her arse now turned towards John he wasted no time in slipping a digit or two in her hole.

Fiona allowed this to continue for a few minutes sucking hard on Bills dick until he erupted in her mouth, "Shit, that mouth," he cried out as he lost his load quick time. Fiona didn't mock him, she was just there to suck and fuck not judge so turned back to John and lowered her come filled mouth on to his pole.

A second load entered her throat five minutes later.

Five minutes after that she was sat back on the soft chair dressed and ready for more clients, the eight o clock slot was now filled by John and Bill and a trip to the Radisson. The morning was busy for Fiona she'd filled her 17:30 with Trevor at the grovesner a 22:00 with Mike in the same hotel and Peter & Clifford with a 00:15 slot at the grand hotel.

When she returned back from her permitted half hour lunch which she spent walking the isles she found her little office at the back to be occupied by three men in suits. She closed the door and all three looked in her direction and smiled as she put her coffee down and approached.

"Here she is," said one of them standing up and walking over, "the beauty behind the operation," he smiled holding out a hand for Fiona to shake. "I'm Ian, this is Neil and Tim he said pointing at the others.

What Fiona noticed immediately was that they weren't your typical businessmen; they all looked pretty young, in their twenties she guessed but no more. She walked over and shook both Neil and Tim's as they stood to greet her.

All three towered over her by at least six inches and she felt slightly intimidated being stood between all three in such a small area even if they seemed so young.

"So the gold client package," Ian began taking a seat along with the others leaving Fiona with no option but to stand stupidly between them. She could feel their eyes boring into her, scanning her legs and short skirt before all openly staring at her tits.

She knew what those stares were, she was meat.

"Yes Mr Mulherne has set up a gold package for clients, do you know much about it?" she asked them.

"No," all said smirking.

Bastards she thought, they bloody knew but wanted her to spell it out and offer it up. For some reason these boys made her nervous and very embarrassed.

"Well Mr Mulherne has told me to give perspective clients a taster of the gold packages perks her and then if it's something that appeals then you can make a reservation for a more in depth trial later this evening," she said, her cheeks flushing as she talked.

"Reservations are filling fast though, I have availability from 02:30 at two hour slots until 14:15 tomorrow afternoon," she said opening her diary on the ipad as if she was booking in an important meeting.

"Book us in for the 02:30, we'll make sure were back from the club by then wont we chaps?" said Ian smirking.

"Will a taster not be required Ian?" Fiona asked nervously already knowing the answer.

"Oh yes we'd like a taster, we don't want to be signing up if the merchandise isn't up to gold standards do we chaps?" said Ian.

They both agreed and all eyes fell back on to Fiona, or her tits and legs should I say.

She put the Ipad down and walked over in front of Ian, she chose him first as he seemed to be the leader of the bunch, or the most confidant and dominant anyway. She lowered herself to her knees before him and he smiled at her.

"Not so quick you old tramp," he said, his old tramp comment hurting her more than she'd ever let on. She loved young cock and loved it even more when younger men complimented her on her body, blowjobs and fucking ability, it made her feel like the younger women.

"Stand up and strip naked," Ian said

She stood back up and stood back against the back partitioned wall and began to strip off. She unbuttoned her blouse first and removed it letting her big breasts fall free for the three strange men. No one spoke.

She then unzipped her skirt and lowered it followed by her tiny thong she then stood facing the three with her arms by her side so they could see her tits and trimmed pussy.

"And the stockings and heels, I said naked didn't I?" said Ian.

"Yes sorry," she replied bending at the waste to unbuckle her shoes, she kicked them off and then rolled her stocking down and off her legs so that she was now totally naked.

She stood there for a few second, maybe twenty as the three men looked her over and the longer it went on the more embarrassed she was getting.