I drifted away, thinking of Matty and slept like a baby.
Before I knew it, my alarm woke me at 5. I showered and trimmed my beard, did my hair, and put on the Navy suit.
I looked good. I looked business.
I unloaded the dishwasher with 5 minutes to spare, and Dylan texted, “ We're outside.
I put my case in the boot and sat in the back with Dylan.
I recognised the taxi, and yes, it was him.
The Romanian.
I put my suitcase in the boot and got in the back next to Dylan.
As always, even at this unearthly hour, looked delicious.
“You look great Jake”
“Can I say you look awesome, sir?”
“Yes, you can, but I need you to be fresh for dinner this evening.
Jake, we must get this deal, whatever it takes. He looked at me straight in the eye.
Whatever you want me to do, I will do, but are you sure you're bringing the right guy?
I know I am
Okay, I’m a bit nervous
Just be yourself
Here is a spec sheet: their names, interests, current positions, companies owned, and skills and interests.
I looked at them; they had their photos in the top right-hand corner
I expected both of them to be older, but both were in their late thirties and hot.
The driver never said a word. He was paid to drive.
We got to Heathrow and booked into the British Airways Lounge, trying desperately to look like I had been here before. I helped myself to a croissant and coffee. And I sat down next to Dylan, who had his head in his laptop. I got mine out to check my emails to look important, then put it away as I love to people watch.
Quite busy, filled with the wealthier sector and all ages. Not just old grey suits but wealthy families and hotties.
The coffee was perfect. I’d texted Matty and got a reply.
Before I knew it, we boarded the plane and were shown to our seats in ClubWorld.
I was impressed and was just about to ask Dylan if he wanted a coffee, but he had his seat fully reclined and eyes closed.
So, I did the same,
Unbelievably, I slept for about 4 to 5 hours. Missed takeoff.
Dylan was awake on his laptop. I could see the concentration on his handsome face.
He caught me staring and smiled, then looked back at his screen.
I ordered another Coffee and watched a movie. So much room and a 17” Screen.
We ordered lunch (3-course) then I was dropping when we hit some turbulence. It was quite bad but only lasted a few minutes.
Dylan was on his phone. I could hear he was talking to his wife. “I don’t know, I told you I’d let you know as soon as I do. Yes, love you too.” he pulled a face as he was terminating the call.
Dylan called over the hostess and ordered himself some food and asked me if I wanted anything.
“A drink would be nice.” He ordered two Vodka Martinis. We both sipped our drinks and chatted.
“So, we check in, have a shower, go to the bar at the hotel, and they are meeting us there.”
“Okay.” It will be about 10 pm, so pace yourself with the Martini. Here, want a banana?” “Yes I better had then.”
Landing was smooth, as was getting our luggage. It felt a shame visiting the Big Apple without any sightseeing, but this was my first business trip. Abroad.
The Savoy was glamorous. Apparently the five rooms on our floor are kinda owned by the bank, so they are pretty exclusive but decorated the same as the other rooms.
It was air-conditioned, thank god and had huge ceilings and a beautiful lobby with shiny marble floors. It was massive.
Guests and staff were milling about, and as we were waiting to check in, I caught Dylan checking me out.
We were shown our rooms on the 20th floor.
I didn’t know what to expect, but I’d never had such a large, beautiful room. Suberously decorated with a huge sofa, cocktail bar and the biggest bed I’ve ever seen. Huge old windows looking down on the bustling street. Just like on TV, Limos and yellow taxis. Pavements and shops still had some people about even though it was getting late.
I hung up my suits and went to the bathroom. Fuk, floor-to-ceiling marble with a massive walk-in shower. I got in and used the luxurious shower gel and felt so much better after freshening up.
When I walked back into my room, Dylan was sitting on the sofa. Looking as sexy as fuk, showered and fresh, and I was hoping he would have worn yesterday’s socks.
I didn’t ask him how he got in, as he had one loafer half of his socked foot. His legs were crossed.
“Want it?”
“Yes, sir”
“Sniff only slut, can’t keep them waiting’
I got to my knees and sniffed. Fuck. Beautiful. Sexy. Yes, yesterday’s socks.
‘Get dressed.” I did.
Wow, nice threads, the boy looks good. Hey, let me do your tie. Then it happened. Just out of the blue. He held my head and kissed me on the lips. Pow.
I froze. My cock twitched. He ignored it as if nothing happened.
Come on lets go Jake. Let’s meet them, and I’m starving.
In the lift, Dylan looked taller. His black suit fitted him like a glove. Broad shoulders and 6ft2, Thick thighs and calves, delicious. He ran his fingers through his ginger hair and caught me looking in the mirror.
“The kiss said: I own you for two nights, Jake, in case you were wondering.”
“Good,” I replied. I liked it”
The lift announced “Ground floor,” and we headed to the main bar.
Again, this was huge, busy, and looked as though the night had just begun. Tables full of handsome men and beautiful women, dressed to impress, def the rich are here in the big City. Jazz was being played by a live band with a beautiful singer in a very sexy black dress. The music was not too loud and definitely added to the sophistication of this huge bar and restaurant.
I followed Dylan, trying to take everything in. It seemed ages, and then he found them.
Fuck they were hot. They got up and shook hands and hugged Dylan.
“Pete, how you doing? This is my right-hand man, Jake”
Pete was 6'4 “, toned, sexy as fuck, dark-skinned with dark brown hair and eyes
Ivan was just slightly shorther 6ft2 or 3, Blond, blue-eyed, and, as I later found out, was from Sweden but spent most of his working life in the States.
The whole restaurant and bar was the size of a small shopping centre back home. After a few drinks
We followed them through a door, led to a hallway, to another door to a much smaller, more intimate room.
The band was playing, but this time much smoother jazz and much quieter.
The matr d showed us a table, and we all sat.
We all ordered wine and steaks, Simple.
Pete was definitely the more talkative one of the two, and I found Ivor shockingly handsome.
I was getting lost in his eyes. They were so bright blue. A frozen lake that glistened with silver. Rugby player, built, with his blond hair dead straight, brushed back and tied in a ponytail that fell just beneath his shoulders.
They talked, we ate, we drank, I drank slowly.
Okay lets take this upstairs, Dylan, Pete asked.
We duly all went up in the lift.
Ivir put his arm on my shoulder. You okay, Jake? Yes, all good, Jetlagged? No, not yet, I smiled.
I was lying; I felt shattered. I also had distracting thoughts of servicing these three straight guys, all married, but knew that was a fantasy.
We went into Dylan’s room. It was larger than mine with two sofas facing each other.
Dylan went to his bar and started mixing up martinis while the other two got their laptops out.
I discreetly looked at my watch. 12:05. I had been hiding my yawns for half an hour.
Then Pete went up to the bar and lined up 8 big fat lines of what he called almost pure coke.
I couldn’t believe it, but it was what I needed to help revive me. It would be rude not to.
I went last and couldn’t help but notice Ivan’s ass now that his jacket was off. Solid.
They were talking business; I was nodding, smiling and pretending I knew what they were on about.
I was then asked to make more vodka martinis.
The meal was great but not enough for the alcohol that was burning in my stomach.I already was slightly drunk, but the cocaine was helping.
So Ivor and I on one sofa and Pete and Dylan on the other
Voices were getting louder, and I was feeling more horny by the minute. I noticed that Dylan and Pete were getting more relaxed.
I was trying not to look at Ivan’s black socks in his black brogues, but he was cross-legged right next to me
Ivan was talking to me, and I realised what he was saying.
“Slut, take off my shoe”
“Excuse me?”
“I won’t ask you again, Jake, take of my shoe and massage my socked feet”
He wasn’t smiling at me now and looked as though he meant business.
“Why would you ask me to do that?”
“Because you're our English Slut tonight that why”
I did not need telling.
I dropped to my knees and slowly undid his laces.
“We were specifically asked to wear our socks for a few days”
“By whom?” My confidence had grown
With that, he stuffed his sexy black sweaty foot in my face.
I could hear the other two still talking, but they could not help my groans of pleasure
I was inhaling and licking and slowly worked my way to my favorite spot underneath the toes.
This guy’s scent was something else. I could not smell any washing detergent, just pure leather and sweat.
It was awesome. I then felt a hand on the back of my head. It was Dylan.
This isn’t why I bought you here, but I knew it would help seal the deal, Jake’
I groaned. I didn’t care about anything but to taste and inhale Ivors socked feet.
“Undo my other shoe slut’
‘Yes sir”
I slowly untied the laces and repeated.
“Looks like your boys are in heaven’ said Pete
“I am, sir,” I muffled, trying to take in three toes of his socked feet at once.
I was fed some more Martinis while they snorted more coke and got louder and louder
I had to go and pee. I got up; I was slightly more drunk than I thought I was. I found the bathroom, weed and came back out.
Pete had now joined Ivan on the sofa. He looked wasted.
On your knees, please Jake, and take off your jacket and trousers. I did what I was asked. I was horny as fuck. My cock was semi hard; I had a wet patch from precum.
All three men were doing more lines. I was on my knees in my pants and socks. Little did I know what was coming next.
Pete came over; he was trollied.
“Lay on your back slut”
“Over here, so you want to worship my feet from the sofa”
Then came a drunk and coked Dylan and Ivor,
Dylan dropped his suit trousers and kicked off his shoes. He sat down next to Pete, and they were casually looking at me as I had their foot-socked feet going over my face. I was in heaven. Dylan had his sexy signature black trunks on with
Dylan’s feet were the best, so sweaty, almost rank and full of his sweat. I could tell they were both getting horny.
After a few minutes, Ivor had lined up more coke and ordered me to do three lines.
As if I wasn’t bussing enough. We all sank more Martinis, then the real fun started happening.
Pete also took off his suit trousers. He came over to me and placed my hand over his loose boxers.
“One sec,” Dylan said, and he came over and tied one off-rank sock as a blind fold.
My head was spinning with the copious amount of coke and alcohol, and my stomach was burning. Yet my mouth was craving cock.
I dropped to my knees and put my face on his cock with pants still on and started kissing it.
I pulled down the boxers, and it sprang on my face. It smelled sexy, juicy, and large.
I grabbed it with one hand and slowly eased it into my mouth, trying to judge the width so there were no surprises. Petes wasent to big.
I started a rhythm of sucking, nice and slow. It was s o sexy having a blindfold on. Your senses are totally different.
I knew straight away why Dylan had done this. Think about it. So I wouldn’t see his cock, or his face.
Would I guess, though, right?
I didn’t,
Within minutes, two more cocks arrived at the same time.
Both big and thicker.
I knew Pet’s was n the middle and I was running my hands over their legs and calves, but they were both equally as muscular.
I gave up. Iwas so fucked and enjoying myself I just concentrated on that. Sucking three cocks.
I yanked two as I was sucking one.
They even changed places at one point.
They were all tasting so good that someone at one point came down and got my cock out and started wanking me off.
There was lots of thrusting, holding my head, socks pushed under my nose, precum leakage; I was in cock heaven.
Then the cock I was now sucking seemed to twitch, but he, whoever he was, didn’t make a sound. Jets of cum pumped from the throbbing cock and I swallowed. All three horny businessmen cheered at once.
This made me even hornier.
One down, two to go.
I am sure that was Pete that had deposited his load as these two felt bigger and the same.
I held both cocks together so they were touching and was getting my tongue in between them.
Precum was fucking delicious out of these two straight hunks,
Then it dawned on me,
One of these cocks is Dylan’s. That cock I’ve been wanking and craving for over two years.
I felt both legs, calves and thighs but had no idea.
Their balls tasted and smelt the same as did their pubes.
Then the guy on my right held my head with both hands and started thrusting really deep.
I was still unclear who this was, but I was sure this was Ivan.
Precum was everywhere, and I was swallowing it like it was the best wine I’d ever tasted.
It got rougher, deeper strokes in my mouth when suddenly there was a cheer from all three men and faster jets of a creamier cum were exploding in all directions in my mouth. I was so in heaven, my whole body was shaking. I pulled his ass cheeks in so he couldn’t pull out. He kept on going, and once it popped out of my mouth, he wiped it around my face.
Like a signature or sign of being owned.
So, cock number three.
Again, the same as the last one, thick, meaty, good girth and leaky as fuk.
He held my head in his big hands as I felt his legs and arse.
Within seconds of a few hard strokes of it going down my throat, it twitched and exploded.
It felt as though it was a fireman’s hose on full spray that did not stop. Again a cheer from all three guys and high fives, so I still had no idea who it was.
Before he pulled out I sucked it clean and whoever this was, cum tasted the best. I loved it and sucked every drop out from the thick meaty hose. He also ran his fingers through my hair then slapped me gently round the face.
I think that was Dylan. Or was it Ivan? Not sure. Don’t care. Was too pissed and coked to worry.
I felt a wet towel over my face. Someone was washing the cum from my face. I was still on my knees.
Someone pulled off the blindfold and the light blinded my eyes. After a few seconds, my vision came back.
There they all were. Fully dressed except for their suit jackets and ties.
They all applauded and said it was the first time they had ever let a guy suck them off and it was the best blowjob they had ever had.
Also, no one had ever swallowed their cum.
Glad to be of service, I smiled. Told them I felt tired and went to my room.
Within a few minutes I got a text. It was Dylan. You okay, Jake? I replied I so am, probably the best cocks ive ever sucked. Great night and glad to be of service.
I slept like a baby, messaged Dylan, and we went for breakfast. My head was banging as was Dylan’s.
Nothing was said until the flight home. We sealed the deal that evening after Dinner. Ivan and Pete were very grateful for the previous evening and handed me an envelope which I didn’t open until I got home. Dylan said “You earnt it, dont tell a soul’.
On the flight home, I slept. I was woken by Dylan half an hour before we arrived.
“You don’t know how much you helped Jake, and I’m not just talking about the sock worship and cock sucking but having the right-hand man with me. You really did help me so much. I am so pleased.
Feeling refreshed and having a whirlwind two days, I replied, “Not a problem, and I really enjoyed it. I love your company, Dylan, in and out of work.” “And I do yours, Jake”
It was good to be home. My apartment was how I left it, modern, clean and uncluttered.
It was 8 pm. I opened a bottle of dry white and ordered Chinese. I had earned it!
I got changed into joggers and t-shirt and hung up my suits.
I put some tunes on and sank another glass.
My phone went, Matty. “Thanks for letting me know you're home safe. Out with the team for an Indian xxx
I am having Chinese I replied Good to be home, even if my Apartment seems tiny! Xxx
I’d just eaten my last mouthful, and it was amazing as always. I remembered the envelope.
I went to my suit jacket pocket and found it
It was Pete’s business card with a handwritten mobile number on the back.
So I sent a WhatsApp message:
“Hi Pete, this is Jake. You gave me your card x.
Message read.
Pete replied, have you looked at your bank account?
SHIT
I quickly logged in to my account thinking I might have been scammed.
Quite the opposite.
“Fuk this can’t be right”
Credited $50,000 from AI 22 BANK USA
As I work for the bank, you have to have your main account with them.
Wait, what do I have to do for this? I thought?
“Very generous, but I can’t accept this. Can I ask what this is for”
Message read
He replied:
A fantastic night. You will accept it.
Stay in touch, and maybe we could have another works meeting.
Same rate applies.
P x
Fuck FUCK I was shouting now. I messaged Dylan as he gave me tomorrow off (he had it off as well)
Dylan, I’ve had a very large credit in my account! I am concerned.
Message received
So did I! :)
Do as you wish, I am booking a lavish holiday :) Dont tell a soul, as I said you have earned it
D.x
I am gonna have to tell Matty….
