This is part 26 of my continuing story and I recommend you read the prior stories in order before reading this one.
All characters are well over the age of consent.
This is a work of fiction.
Enjoy!
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I was standing in the shower in the bathroom in my suite at the Park Hyatt in Tokyo. Japan. My first trip to this country, to this part of the world.
For the past fifteen or so hours I’d been doing a lot of thinking about my life and where I was heading. It had been a long plane ride from San Francisco.
The water was super soft, and the hot water served to relax me as I thought about everything that had happened the last few weeks …
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When you last read my story, Janet (the MILF) complimented me on what a great lover I was. And she also shared her appreciation for my cock, which she told me was “the biggest and best I’ve ever been around.”
She wanted me to accompany her to a family reunion that turned out to be much more than that.
My weekend at Jack Colton’s “Reunion” turned into a ten-day job interview.
I had no idea that when Janet invited me to attend this event with her that it would turn out to be life changing.
If you want to read about Jack Colton, look up the Literotica author TheBusinessMan and you can see what happened to the man as he suffered through the loss of his wife in an automobile accident and then, coming out of his depression, proceeded to fuck his way into literally becoming a billionaire in less than four years. When we met, he was just 39 years old and had many business interests in North America and Asia.
Within a few months of his wife’s death, Jack was “ambushed” by a divorced friend of his wife, Catherine. Catherine was a closet bi-sexual and was married to another woman when she and Jack got together. Catherine was smart, gorgeous, and quite an actress. She was also perfectly fine with Jack having sex with other women, in fact, Catherine lured into her web (and bed) many beautiful, smart, professional women.
Catherine made it clear that to play with Jack (get fucked by Jack), each lady had to satisfy Catherine sexually. The ladies gladly paid the price for the opportunity to get into bed with Jack.
Catherine loved it most when she had three ladies servicing her. One sucking on each breast and the third eating her muff. Catherine also liked using a large strap on, making it clear who was in charge as she plowed pussies and asses.
Janet was one of the first of these ladies to get with Catherine and Jack.
Jack quickly started to accumulate positive cash businesses and millions in assets. He surrounded himself with smart people, most of them female, and to relieve his stress, he worked out, drank expensive Napa Cabernet, and had sex. Jack didn’t like using condoms, preferring to deposit his man seed as deep as possible into wet, warm, welcoming (and as he soon found out), very fertile pussies.
Janet soon became pregnant. She was the first of many. Catherine found a job for her physically away from Jack, but as an employee in Jack’s company.
The relationship between Jack and Catherine went sour and ended badly, but over time, they were able to work out their differences for the sake of the children they both loved.
Jack, meanwhile, expanded his business interests in Asia with an introduction from Marie (his muse) to her brother, Paul. Paul was looking to get out of both Japan, and places south, and needed someone to make the transition happen. Selling businesses, moving machinery, transferring people, and getting them into the USA.
Jack quickly determined that he didn’t have the energy or time to do what needed to be done on this Asian project, and so he discretely began a search for someone who was younger, with similar values and business acumen.
Through his large network, I was brought to Jack’s attention and the lovely Janet helped ease the way, getting me to The Reunion where I would meet and spend a fair amount of time with Jack, his second wife Amanda, Marie the muse, and Paul. I had no idea I was being vetted.
As for The Reunion, Jack was persuaded to gather the people he had gotten to know over the course of the past few years, with the goal of owning up, in person, to his responsibilities as a father, business leader, husband, friend and lover.
The Reunion was held in late August at a new first-class hotel on the Nevada side of Lake Tahoe. It was one of Jack’s hotels, and he blocked it from public bookings for ten days so he could bring everyone together.
With Jack’s permission, I accompanied Janet to this event. I met Jack and his wife Amanda, and Jack asked me to look at several things going on; he wanted my opinion and we set aside some time on Monday morning to get more specific.
Then the fun began. Yes, my room was connected to Janet’s and yes, we were able to slip away for some slap and tickle time. But Janet only stayed for two nights and then I was on Ankara bayan escort my own. Which worked out quite well.
The first two days, Friday, and Saturday were for the business section of Jack’s life. He owned car dealerships, hotels, a recruiting company, a clothing line, and franchised a health club network all over the US and Canada. In addition, he owned what he called supplements, a company which formulated and manufactured creams, lotions, and pills to enhance sexual performance for both men and women. He was a minority owner of several regional banks and had a commercial real estate brokerage and development company.
Most of the businesses were part of a larger ESOP (employee-owned company) and the leadership team provided highlights for the past year and a three-year look forward.
The next few days, Sunday through Thursday, were for Jack’s extended family. As I said, Jack was quite prolific in his sex life after his first wife passed (he never used birth control and never asked about his lovers if they were on the pill or using any other form of female birth control).
His muse, Marie, had done a bit of research and found records that Jack had fathered seven children. but subsequent digging found an additional three children that he was the father of.
Jack never shirked his duties or responsibilities in any of this, he took care of the families with careers, education, and financial support. I met with the ladies (and some of their current boyfriends) and none had anything bad to say about Jack or how he treated them. I got the distinct impression that each lady loved him and appreciated him for all he had done for them and their children.
Janet explained to me the role that Catherine played in Jack’s life and in the lives of the other females in the family. Catherine did a lot of damage when she was married to Jack (turned out she never married Jack, in fact, she had already gotten married two months before hooking up with Jack). No one was surprised that Catherine and her female spouse did not show up at The Reunion, but she did send her children. The youngest was Jack’s son, now all of three years old.
The last couple of days brought an entirely new set of women and children to the Reunion. These were women that had been introduced to Jack by a reproductive specialist doctor who had clients that were nearing the end of childbearing age and desperately wanted a male baby. The babies had to have a father who was tall, handsome, educated, athletic, smart and with a cock long enough to deposit his seed deep into the womb of the ladies in question.
Janet filled me in on the details and shared with me that the best odds to have a male baby was to mount the female from the rear while ovulating and deposit the sperm directly into the cervix. Often it would take just one deposit for the sperm to do its thing. For this, each lady paid Jack’s company a cool $1 million per child. Jack delivered his goods, although he shared with Janet that the better-looking female clients got several loads, and none complained at the extra value he provided.
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Except for Janet, I didn’t know anyone, but everyone was very friendly and welcoming. It helped that they had a “round robin” set up where at every meal you moved to a new table every 20 minutes to get to know new people, or to renew friendships.
I don’t know who set this up, but it seemed to me that at every cocktail party and meal, when the bell rang to move, I always ended up at a table with at least six smoking hot women. There was no shortage of women making it clear to me that they were available if I was interested.
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By the time Monday morning rolled around, I was ready to meet with Jack and find out what he had in mind.
We sat in his office overlooking the deep blue lake water, and he shared with me that he was looking for a strong number two to help him with some business challenges that he did not have time to address. And was I open to having a conversation with him about coming to work for his firm in an executive capacity?
I asked him specifically what he had in mind and Jack responded that “Our exit from Japan and the rest of the Far East is way behind the timetable we set up and I need you to get on a plane, meet with the powers that be, ask questions, kick some ass and get it done!”
“How long will I need to be there?”
“Good question, I think a week in Japan, a week in Korea and maybe an additional week in Hong Kong, Vietnam and the Philippines. I think you might want to understand that this may require you travel every other month overseas.”
“What’s my title?”
“Vice Chairman of the Board of Directors.”
“What is the position pay?”
Jack smiled and said, “$250,000 a year plus full executive benefits package and immediate inclusion into the senior bonus comp plan. You should earn close to $500,000 in the next 12 months.”
“What kind Escort bayan Ankara of authority level will I have?”
“Use your own good judgement on spending. This is going to cost us millions, so keep track of how things go. As for people, assess and recommend to me what the course of action should be.”
“Will I have any support?”
“Yes, I’m assigning you a Project Manager who can bring you up to speed, knows the players, has our plan, and needs your decision-making to move things ahead. They’ll report directly to you and be your right hand.”
“What’s his name?”
At that, Jack smiled. “It’s a lady; her name is Rena. You’ll like her.”
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Rena knew me, and all about me, a long before I met her.
She later told me that the “briefing book” on me consisted of four 3″ binders with my entire personal history in it. And plenty of pictures of me and the various ladies I had dated. None in compromising positions. Rena, Jack, Amanda, Marie, and Paul knew more about me than I knew about myself.
I wouldn’t say she was exactly spying on me, but she had been watching me in person since the moment I walked into the grand ballroom for the opening business session. She was never on my radar; she did an excellent job of blending in during the meetings. I did not meet her in any of the “round robin” parties and meals, but she was tracking me. I was her prey.
It was an enjoyable week for me, meeting new people, spending some time with Jack and his pregnant bride, Amanda, and I got invited to several activities and events, including a couple of rounds of golf, tennis matches, a cocktail cruise on a paddle wheeler, and just hanging out at the various swimming pools on the properties.
I didn’t lack for female companionship either. When I first arrived, my suite was connected to Janet’s, so for the first couple of days we were able to get naked and comfortable while her three kids participated in some supervised activities at the hotel.
As soon as Janet departed, it was like the word got out that there was an eligible bachelor on the grounds, and I was discretely, but continually, hit on by some beautiful MILF, or even multiple MILFs, just in case I wanted to sample two pussies (and asses I presume).
Some of the ladies weren’t shy and were quite direct about inviting me to their rooms for a romp. When asked, I didn’t hesitate. None asked about a condom, and I didn’t ask any of them if it was a safe time of the month or not.
But not every lady wanted me in their hotel room, only because they had their kids around. And I didn’t want to get caught in my room fucking one lady while another one was knocking on my hotel suite door; I was able to find a few discrete places on the property to do the deed.
There were two gyms, and both had massage rooms. I’m sure the security cameras caught me and my “friends” sneaking in and out, but I never heard anything. A quick flip of a clean sheet and we were ready to get to it!
Out by the pools there were some storage areas where the loungers were stacked up when not in use. They made for a comfortable place to pound some pussy, but you couldn’t make too much noise because the carnal sounds amplified and carried across the pool.
There were also some meeting rooms that weren’t being used once the business sessions ended. One boardroom was my favorite because there was located at the end of a long hallway in one of the “dead zones” of the hotel and not only was there not a window from the hallway there was a lock on the inside to prevent anyone from just dropping in.
So, I was able to get my itch scratched pretty much when I needed it.
Nighttime was a bit trickier, but I was able to sneak a few ladies into my room at 1am or so and they quietly crept down the hall to their rooms no later than 4am, my man seed dripping out of their well satisfied pussies.
I was still out of bed early and working out in one of the gyms by 6am. I was amazed to see how many of the hot bodied MILFs were up and sweating up a storm in their skintight and often sheer yoga pants, leaving nothing to the imagination. As for their tops, let me just say some plastic surgeon in Beverly Hills could have filmed an informercial every morning.
Following my workout, I often ended up walking to the Starbucks in the hotel lobby where I got to know my workout partners better. As soon as I shared my cell number, I started getting text messages along with some damn hot pictures suggesting ways we could get to know one another, naked.
But when I got back to my hotel room at about 7:30am after coffee, there was always a thick binder filled with documents for me to review. The note accompanying these distractions to my fun was always the same: “Mister Valencia, please review. Sincerely, RK.”
Fuck! All I needed was more reading and studying to interfere with my fucking and fun! And who in the fuck is RK?
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The binders Bayan escort Ankara were crammed with strategies, timetables, budgets, and of course, backgrounds on the key players in East Asia.
The project was huge, closing, selling, or transferring a lot of equipment, inventory, and other assets, some tangible and others intangible, from these various countries to the US.
It would be called “back shoring” except these were homegrown companies that their owner, Paul, wanted moved to the US. Paul had specific places in mind for each company, ranging from Prescott, Arizona to Helena, Montana to Lawrence, Kansas, and all points in between. We were talking about relocating hundreds of managers and employees, and their families.
RK summed up everything nicely in these binders, but it was a lot to take in.
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If you haven’t been to Lake Tahoe, it is truly heaven on earth. Given the choice of sitting in my hotel room and studying these binders or being outside and taking in the natural beauty of the place, I opted to go outside.
I decided to do my studying out by the pool. That way I could get in my reading and stay abreast of the female talent at The Reunion.
There were two pools, one was large, primarily for families with kids and the other was strictly for adults. As in a European pool, which allowed for both topless and full nude sunbathing.
While I knew I would see more MILFs by the big pool, the noise of screaming kids, splashing water, radios blasting, and even babies crying was going to distract me.
I figured the adult pool would be quiet, or at least quieter, and who knew what treasures I might find there?
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There were four ladies there, lying face down on their lounge chairs, the bathing suit straps across their backs unhooked.
They were all pale, and I knew that at the altitude of the hotel they were slated to get sunburned quickly.
They did not look up when I entered the gated area, and I was thinking about not saying anything and then the Boy Scout in me said “Ladies, if you don’t get some sunscreen on you quickly, you will get sunburned and that will hurt!”
There was a short flurry of conversation in a foreign language, and then, heads still down, a voice in a clear no accent English said, “We will gladly take your assistance but ask that you be a gentleman about it and that there be no inappropriate contact.”
“I agree,” I replied, and proceeded to take the bottle of sunscreen I brought and applied it slowly and carefully to each of the four ladies.
My eyes devoured the four ladies. Three were young, with slender body types. The fourth was a bit fuller figured, but not fat or voluptuous.
She just looked like she had some meat on her bones. And her hair was not jet black and straight. It was a light brown, some blonde too, shoulder length.
I kept my hands limited to their necks, backs, back of their arms, and completely avoiding their bottoms, I easily slathered ample lotion on their thighs, calves, and feet.
I didn’t know any of these four ladies, I could tell that they were Asian, but I was lost as to which nationality.
I ended up applying the lotion twice more in the next thirty or so minutes, before the leader, the brown-blondish haired lady, ordered her minions to roll over and expose their bare breasts to the sun (and to me) and to apply the lotion by hand on each other.
I was distracted at the sight of these ladies sharing their ample, firm chests with me and while my tongue hit the concrete, the fourth lady quickly got up and left the pool area without a backward glance or a word being said.
I did not get a good look at her. And when I asked the three ladies about their leader, they claimed not to speak English.
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Late that afternoon I met with Marie, Jack’s muse. Her role was to facilitate relationships and as Jack Colton had told me, “Marie makes things happen.”
We spoke about the assignment. I didn’t mind expressing my doubts as to how someone my age with my limited experience was going to make this happen, make this project a success.
Marie said that she had no doubt that I would do a fantastic job and that the person working under me (her words, stated with a sly smile) would ensure that all would go well.
She handed me her card and said “My cell is on this, text me at any hour if you need anything. Good luck Rick.”
With that shot of confidence I got back to studying, not wanting to let Marie down.
That night after dinner I was back in my room, reviewing what I hoped would be the last binder when there was a light tapping on the door.
I opened it to find the three Asian ladies (young ladies, actually) from the pool, all smiles and wearing short white terry cloth robes, displaying some tanned legs.
One of the handed me a note which I opened and read “Mister Valencia, please provide my assistants with the binders you have been studying and allow them to escort you back to their suite for additional training. Sincerely, RK”.
Exhausted after a night of nonstop fucking, I checked out of the hotel following my three course session with the Asians and went home to pack and take care of all the details when you’re going to be away for a month.