Mistresses Incorporated Pt. 01


Part I


Chapter 1

“It’s all about timing, Joe,” she grinned at me, her slim hand brushing across my lean muscled torso, crossing my short nest of curly brown pubic hair before arriving at my penis, both hair and penis sticky from the drying effluence of both guy and girl juices. “Time it right, and no one will know.”

“That selling off my shares of my brother’s company isn’t insider trading?” I asked.

“You sell it off before the stock peaks and before your brother sells off your dad’s company. And your shares, though substantial, aren’t exactly game changing.”

“And what do you get out of this?” I asked.

“Besides this?” she giggled, tugging at my penis, beginning to harden again. “You let me handle your portfolio and both of us would be most rewarded.”

“Including buying shares in your own company?” I asked.

“You let me worry about that,” she said, moving down and engulfing my penis in her mouth.

I think I surprised her, not easily done with her being remarkably wise and clever and mischievous and almost all knowing in her brilliance when I urged her to straddle my face with my last deposit of semen still inside her cunt, even after that first blow job in which I kissed her with another deposit just swallowed by her. I think she found sex with me to be full of surprises, all happy ones. Including me teasing out via cunnilingus a couple most profound orgasms, which made her happy to oblige my urging for the sixty-nine.

And again I proved my skill at sucking cunt, sending her over once more, her mouth needing oxygen to pant and squeal her pleasure, leaving her hand fisting my erect cock.

Sliding from beneath her, her hand almost reluctant to give up her hold, I pulled her into position on her back, bringing her legs high framing her slim, subtly curvy torso, her resilient b cup breasts hardly sagging at all, whereupon I fucked down into her pile driver style, and with a power and quickness not unlike that descriptive term, bringing her more orgasms, arriving quicker and becoming stronger, until I finally pushed deep and remained deep, despite my undulations, while spurting my last ejaculations of the evening.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “Finally.”

We laughed, hers much quieter than mine having little energy left.

And thus, with my sexual prowess adding on to some long deep conversations, I became the only male member, so to speak, in her company, Mistresses Incorporated, or MSINC as they were officially known. Officially a very successful multi service financial consulting firm.

I first caught Cheryl’s eye, or more she caught mine as it turned out, when she entered the grand room, nearly ballroom size, of my family’s mansion in Westchester County, New York, the house in which I had grown up when I wasn’t off at boarding school. The house had been built by my grandfather whose fortune arose out of prohibition, illicit importing of wine, when it became legal practically cornering the market in importation and distribution of the same substance and harder liquor like Scottish scotch and Russian vodka. My father becoming heir to the business and the house when my grandfather died of emphysema or COD as its now called, and further expanding the company to make it diverse, a conglomerate. When he died fairly young of cancer of the esophagus, also being a devout smoker, about four years before, my brother took over, and proceeded in those four years to ignore our father’s dying advice, and watch over a gradual decline in the family business.

Cheryl was eye catching, tall and slim and sexy in her silky, form fitting wrap around dress, a deep reddish blue color that seemed to set off her deep blue eyes, her corn yellow blonde hair piled expertly and yet loosely atop her tall head, nearly six feet tall, the looseness of the style letting strands that seemed to give a halo effect to her model beautiful face. And she could have been a model perhaps at the latter part of her career since her face, particularly her eyes, showed an older presence. If I had to guess, she was basically my age, just past thirty.

When our eyes caught, it was lust at first sight seemingly for both of us. Neither of us shied away from our gazes. And since she’d arrived with my second cousin whom I knew to be gay, as well as quite a bit older, as old as an uncle, I knew they could only be friends.

And I arrived stag, or more correctly came down from my old upstairs bedroom stag having divorced my wife of two years a couple weeks before, my wife having gone off to live with a couple, both bisexual like her, the result of our open marriage, the couple having shared our bed, the husband fucking my wife while I fucked his wife or all four of us joining in with some double penetration of the women, though I had to remind the man more than once I wasn’t the least bit gay. Perhaps my wife wished I had been and could watch two men fuck each other amongst the actions of a foursome. Whatever it was, she seemed to prefer their company to mine, and truth be told, though I’d obviously been tuzla escort in love with her once, hence the marriage, our communication aside from in bed had slackened and staggered and stagnated until we barely said hi to each other. In other words it was an amicable and even happy divorce. Even so, I had felt a bit lonely sleeping alone in my king sized bed in my Hollywood condo, and decided to come to the old homestead for a breath of air and to some extent for the party.

The party was a weird sort of gathering, at once a family reunion and business, with having the heads of the various divisions of the family business being invited along with other bigwigs as well and some corporate lawyers, my second cousin being one of the latter as well as being family. He often served as an advisor, even if his law practice was in LA. We’d get together fairly often in LA, usually with his old mother accompanying us. He often talked about his grandfather, my great grandfather, a character who had inspired one of Damon Runyon’s colorful New York gangsters. He was the one who told me about my grandfather’s original illicit business. He actually lived with his mother and took care of her in the large house near the shore in which he had lived as a teen.

“Joe, this is Cheryl,” my second cousin told me, heading directly to me when they arrived. Both of us being tall, me being six feet six inches the tallest in the room, I was easily spotted. “I told her about you, and she’s dying to meet you.”

The blonde beauty and I exchanged hi’s, our gaze continuing.

“Do you mind if I talk to Joe?” Cheryl asked.

“Not at all,” my second cousin replied. “I should go so hi to your mom, Joe, and I need to talk with Michael.”

Michael, my oldest brother.

Cheryl pressed against me, probably feeling the erection just her vision provoked, and whispered directly into my ear, “Is there somewhere we can be alone?”

“Yes,” I replied similarly.

She nibbled my ear before moving away. “Show me your lovely home, Joe?”

“With pleasure,” I grinned.

I doubt we fooled anyone about our eventual destination with the pretend tour, but it did let us chat before we arrived in my room. In the backyard with the view of the Hudson Valley we talked about me growing up here and her growing up poor in Minneapolis with just her mother and sister, her father running off.

“You managed to get away from that,” I pointed out.

“Modelling,” she said. “I was successful enough to go to college. Macalester in Minnesota and then Sarah Lawrence.”


“Business. Finance basically. Started trading while still at Sarah Lawrence and continued after. The trading company that hired me treated me like a hot chick and nothing more. So I found similar victims of low expectations and sexual harassment and we started our own company.”

In the library, my favorite room, we continued.

“What are you doing for a living?” she asked while we perused the large selection of books.

“I’m a film editor,” I told her. “I’ve always loved film, and went to USC to study it and to be as far away from here as possible. My dad thought I needed something more practical, basically to join the family business. Originally I was wanting to be a writer, which was worse. Harry, my second cousin and apparently our mutual friend actually helped me land my first job as an editor, an assistant actually with a woman who was favored by some of the more creative of the directors, and eventually I proved myself capable.”

“And the writing?” she asked.

I chuckled. “It’s good I’ve manage to make a living at my second choice as you can imagine. I’ve had a couple scripts bought but not made, but third’s the charm. It just got greenlit.”



“It’s good you kept up your passion despite the struggles.”

“I’ve actually had writing credits,” I told her. “Helping out some old USC alums with their scripts. And some script doctoring after that.”

“Very cool.”


“Here we go,” she giggled, pulling a book from a shelf. The Kama Sutra.

“I know it well,” I grinned.

“Enough not to bring it along?”


“Good to know,” she smirked and put it back.

In the large kitchen, with Cheryl telling me before entering it, “You’ll need your fuel,” I introduced the family cook, Carla. A stout Dutch woman in her fifties, she could make just about anything well, but her Pannenkoeken was supreme. “Sit,” she ordered and proceeded to spoon out some lamb stew from a Dutch oven into two bowls and setting a plate of fresh made sourdough rolls on the table, soft butter already on it. “Eat,” she demanded.

“This is delicious,” said Cheryl, which it was.

“Joe’s wife was obviously no cook,” Carla muttered. “And you could put some meat on your bones.”

“You heard?” I said.

“I cannot say your mother was disappointed.”

I nodded. It wasn’t that any woman wouldn’t be good enough for ucuz escort her son. My ex tended towards the brassy and the immodest, while my mom was more careful in presenting herself to the world, expert in fitting in and gaining respect from the upper crust women in which she socialized. They never got along.

“There you are,” my mother said while we neared finishing our meal, carrying a glass of bubbly which was her preferred drink. She dressed impeccably which she always did at such affairs, appropriate to her age, her gray hair short and manageable, her make-up subtle and perfect, her long, still attractive face, perhaps more handsome than pretty, tanned as it always seemed to be. She liked being outdoors gardening, and our gardens, both in the greenhouse and outside, were the envy of the elite. She created an elegant presence for such events, but old jeans and chambray shirts with rolled up sleeves while working in the dirt gave her the most comfort, harking back to her youth farming amongst her seven siblings and her mother in Missouri, her father deserting them after the last child had been conceived. Even if secretarial school had gotten her a ticket out of her rural life and placed her in front of my tall, handsome Jewish father at my family business in New York City, some of her former life obviously remained.

After I introduced her to Cheryl, Cheryl commented, “Joe showed me your gardens. They’re lovely.”

That brought a smile to my mother’s lips. “Thank you,” she replied, giving me a subtle nod. “Are you a model?”

“Used to be,” Cheryl smiled. “I’m involved in less frivolous work now.”

“Finance,” I filled in.

“Intelligent and beautiful,” my mother approved. One more nod at me and a sigh, and she exited, murmuring, “Back to schmoozing.”

“Are you supposed to be schmoozing?” Cheryl asked me.

“Both my mother and my brother know better,” I chuckled. “I have a long history of avoiding such parties. Although this one’s a bit confusing. Family gatherings aren’t something I hide from. And this seems to be a bit of both.”

“I think I can explain later,” Cheryl said enigmatically. “Shall we continue the tour upstairs,” she grinned.

“Let’s,” I avidly agreed.

Except for showing her the balcony looking over the large back yard and the outdoor garden, and the master bedroom which Michael and his wife had taken over from my mother, who had a smaller room on the other side of the floor, my oldest sister’s former bedroom, Michael’s two daughters with bedrooms between hers and the master bedroom, showing Cheryl the huge four posted bed and the fancy bathroom with two sinks and a large bathtub and a large shower chamber, we made quick work of the second floor before climbing to the third. My mother had a study/workspace up there where she’d work on whatever hobby she happened to be involved in: weaving or crocheting. Apparently watercolors were her latest thing of the backyard and the Hudson Valley beyond it, viewed from a bay window, but also some old travel photos. Aside from that, only my room was being used, and only for my brief stay.

It was larger than most kid’s rooms, and the double bed probably larger than the usual, but also the walls were quite a bit sparer since I spent much of my youth at boarding school or at summer camp or on family trips to parts of America and Europe and never bothered decorating with posters.

Cheryl noticed. “You really grew up here?”

“Barely,” I said and pulled her into an embrace and kiss. She seemed as eager as me to finally get to sex. First she plopped me on the bed and gave me a fairly good blow job, which, since I’d been excited by her presence for some time didn’t last long and she swallowed the result. After that I pulled her onto my lap for more hugging and kissing. Soon clothes were on the floor and I was between her slim widespread legs, mouth on her pussy, shaved except for a v of trimmed blonde pubic hair pointing to it. There I teased her to a humungous, squirting climax, and continued to another less wet one before she pulled me over her and led my cock to her needy opening.

“Protection?” I asked her.

“Just fuck me,” she said.

I made love instead, in a way more teasing. She wanted it hard and fast, but I kept it slow and loving with lots of kissing before my mouth headed to her breasts, resilient soft handfuls for my big hands, my tongue caressing her small areolas and lapping across her taut quarter inch high nipples at the center before lips closed around them and I sucked.

Not just beautiful with a long slim body and a perfect set of tits for her body and a firm round squeezable ass, but vocal, if somewhat quiet as far as volume, letting me know what felt best and expressing the intensity of her bliss; and physically demonstrative as well, often undulating with pleasure sometimes making me have to hold her down when giving her head, Cheryl was exciting and thrilling in every way imaginable. Both aesthetically and physically it was the best sex ümraniye escort I ever had.

For her too.

We rested after the first bout, in which I finally gave her what she had demanded, fucking her hard and fast, mostly because my need demanded it, but also because I wanted to meet her third orgasm with my third as well. I’d actually cum while fucking her, even at the slow pace, but somehow retained my hardness to make it last quite a bit longer than either of us expected.

When my penis finally slid out and I moved off her onto my side, she turned onto her side, facing me.

“First, that was amazing,” she said. “From the touch of your tongue on, I knew you were something special. Even before, the way we talked and how you listened to me and respected me. But your tongue…You were my first, Joe.”

“What do you mean your first?” I chuckled.

“The first to go barebacked. The first I trusted. I’m not on the pill, Joe.”

“Uhm…wow,” I said. “But you know it’s not just being pregnant…”

“I trusted you about that too.”

I nodded. “With our lifestyle, I always wore rubbers with my wife. Also she never wanted to have a kid. Before that…when I was a kid I got gonhorrea, and basically got scared by the doctor about what else I could have had and ever since…Until now.”

“So you trusted me too.”

“I guess I did. And I guess feeling your tight little vagina against my cock was about as great a thrill as I’ve ever had, so that I actually came and still remained hard.”

“I thought I felt that,” she giggled.


“I knew I was beautiful since I was pretty young,” she explained, “and realized it could be dangerous the way men would look at me. So I took classes at the YWCA. Judo basically, but focused on self-protection. I’ve kept at it, learning other martial arts, including Krav Maga, which is my main thing.”

“Aikido for me,” I smiled. “Mostly to keep in shape and balance, along with swimming laps.”

“I can tell,” she smiled, caressing my broad shoulders. “I made use of my training more than once, usually a swift knee to the balls sufficed but not always. Truth be told, I prefer women, Joe. I had a couple long term relationships with men when I was in college, but both proved…inadequate. The first fucked my best friend who I was also fucking, though he didn’t know that. I suppose it could have gotten to a threesome, but I had a feeling it would have been disastrous, ending up the way it ended up in the end. The second…was worse. The asshole ended up being jealous and violent about his jealousy.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“He quickly learned the error of his ways. After that…one night stands when I had the urge for cock. Or…”

“Or what?”

“Remember I said first?”

“I remember,” I nodded.

“There’s a reason I’m here, that I arrived here with Harry.”

“Go on,” I said.

“I knew he’d introduce us. I needed to talk to you alone.”

“Thus the seduction.”

“Yes Joe.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Just curious.”

She nodded. “It’s real, Joe, the way I feel about you. Otherwise I’d never let your cock inside me without protection. You could crown me with a feather when I started feeling…fucking butterflies,” she laughed. “I mean, right off the bat I wanted you. You’re definitely my type.”

“Back at you, beautiful.”

“And I thought, ‘Well, this is going to be a lot more enjoyable than usual.'”

“Usual meaning seducing some guy for a purpose.”

“Yes Joe. It’s what we do.”


“We’re getting into dangerous territory. I don’t know why I trust you. Just…keep this between ourselves.”

“Dangerous as in or else?”

“Honestly yes.”

I laughed and quickly explained the laughter. “Believe me you’re worth the risk.”

“Brings a whole other meaning to dangerous sex,” she smirked.

“I guess it does,” I chuckled.

She explained Mistresses Incorporated, which included four other beautiful women besides her, each with their own agenda. Corporate espionage. International trade. Politics. And a thief.

“A thief?” I asked.

“Sleeps her way into large houses like this. Mostly to get codes for later use. For alarms and for computers.”

“Okay. Tell me why you’re here.”

“Your brother plans to sell your family business. This gathering is to get everyone on board.”

“Me included?”

“What do you think?”

“Probably not. My brother and I never really got along, and he thinks I’m useless as far as business goes. Of course my rejecting my father’s attempt to get me into law school probably didn’t help. The thing is, I think my brother’s a pretty useless business owner from what I’ve heard.”

“He’s more of a manipulative, morally bankrupt asshole I think,” Cheryl said. “I’m pretty certain this was his goal all along, manipulating the sales and leaving much of his employees to hang. His family, too. He’s found a buyer for this house.”

“That’ll kill my mother.”


“What do you want me to do?”

“Sell all your shares.”

“What about insider trading?”

“It’s all about timing, Joe.”

Chapter 2

Even though neither of us wanted it to end, I know I didn’t, and could tell her reluctance when she moved off the bed, she told me, “I need to get back with Harry. He’s my ride.”

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