He swirled the mint around in his mouth, its refreshing spearmint flavour sharpening his taste buds, or so he thought anyway. Given what he was tasked with putting into his mouth in a mere matter of ten minutes, he was somewhat ambiguous as to the merits of this.
Around him the other attendees, in many cases colleagues, feigned attention and interest as the CEO droned on at the top of the room about project revenue and outlays for 2024.
He sneaked a look at his phone again, scarcely believing what was spelled out in the whatsapp message. The instruction was succinct – he was to proceed to the main gent’s toilet at the break at 11am. A man would be waiting there for him called Trevor. He was ordered to enter a cubicle with him and give him a blowjob. His hand involuntarily tightened on the phone, as his eyes scanned the text once again.
He could barely credit that Charmaine was doing this to him, and yet she clearly was. Two days ago, they had attended a relationship counsellor she had sought out. For his part the visit was just a matter of going through the motions. He was indulging his wife, sure that this was just another fad, and it would go the same way of all her little, short lived pursuits.
The counsellor, a woman named Eve, was not what he had expected. She was enigmatic and seemed to exude a nebulous sort of power and authority. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but immediately upon meeting her he was on his guard.
His initial instinct proved correct when they asked him to watch a video on Eve’s pc and proceeded to play a video of him having sex with a hooker in his hotel room at the end of year conference last month. He was aghast, initially lost for words, intensely aware of their gaze upon him. His initial discomfiture quickly gave way to an outraged incredulity. “You bitches,” he hissed. “What is this, how did you.”
Eve chuckled, the satisfaction in her voice and demeanour clearly manifest. “Oh, you are going to the bitch, Martin, thanks to the little honey trap we set you.”
He looked to Charmaine and she too was grinning inanely, he thought.
“You see Martin,” Eve continued, “Charmaine came to me a month ago seeking some corrective actions for you. I specialise in this. Your wife was all too aware of your whoring around on all those business trips, the signs were all there. So, she sought me out in order to gain some equilibrium once again in your relationship as it were. You need correction, Martin, and you are going to fucking get it.”
With that both women outlined their plans and designs for him. They had copies of the sex tape which would be sent to his company CEO and secretary and also placed on a porn website, unless he carried out their instructions to the letter. So here he was at his company’s new year conference as the minutes ticked down to 11am.
He had to admit that his wife and her counsellor had set him up perfectly. He vividly remembered the conference in December. He had won the Employee of the Year and had been presented with a token inscribed trophy. He was staying over that night as were most of the other attendees, taking the opportunity to have some drinks and a catch up just before Christmas. As was his form he eschewed the social drinks at the bar, always finding them a thorough bore, as his colleagues got progressively pissed and silly.
Instead, as was his want, he intended to indulge himself in some pleasures of the flesh. The blonde had been in the bar, drinking alone. He knew from the look she had given him when he came into the bar area that the game was on, and he had introduced himself and asked her did she want some company. Her name was Lisa and they quickly come to a mutually amicable agreement. He had fucked her with abandon in his room, unaware that she had a second phone that she had surreptitiously placed on the desk opposite the bed and taped them.
Now as the CEO droned on, he remembered his Employee of the Year trophy he had been presented with last month. Lisa had wanted to take a piss. He told her had an idea and had taken the trophy and placed it in the bathtub and asked her to piss on it. She duly obliged. He then pissed on it. In the rush of excitement that overtook him at this he had gathered her up in his arms. Her legs straddled him as he placed her against the wall and proceeded to drill her with his throbbing cock. On the point of coming he had withdrawn, pulled off the condom and finished himself off by coming all over the trophy, his semen oozing over the phallic like award.
Reflecting on him he guessed it was his nihilistic and perverse streak coming to the fore that night. The irony of it now was that his wife and this woman Eve were mining that streak and using it against him.
With an almost audible sigh of relief from the attendees break time came. He quickly left the conference room, heading to the hotel foyer and the main toilet area. He entered the gents, the trepidation growing. He remembered what Eve and Charmaine had threatened – if he did not go through with it the tape would be released.
He could still hear Eve’s voice: “We will put it live on a porn platform Martin. Just imagineyou’re your colleagues going home after a day long conference and looking for some kind of a stress buster. At least some of them are going to head for a porn website.”
He knew she was right. He had done this himself, and he could almost guess who among his colleagues indulged themselves this way. Indeed, some made no secret of it. He stepped gingerly into the toilet area. A dark-haired man was washing his hands at the sink. His physique was striking, the results he guessed of daily workouts. He glanced at Martin and seemed to size up his quarry. He stepped away from the sink and walked to the farthest cubicle, catching Martin’s eye as he did so.
It’s do or die time, thought Martin. I’m going to do this so those bitches can have their little bit of fun, and then I’m going to deal with them. He stepped into the cubicle after Martin. Trevor, he whispered. The man, in his 30s, Martin reckoned, nodded, and made the whisper gesture with his finger. He grabbed Martin by the front of his shirt and lowered him to the ground. Martin knelt in front of him and Trevor indicated what was expected. Martin placed his hands on his Levis button, undid it and proceeded to undo his fly buttons. He pulled down his jeans slowly, revealing the taut Armani briefs below. They were taut with good reason. With a sharp intake of breath Martin placed his hands on the briefs and gently pulled him down. The massive cock within sprung out, anxious for release.
Martin had never seen such a specimen. To call him well-endowed seemed underwhelming and trivial given what he was looking at in front of him. Trevor’s right hand reached down and grabbed his hair. In his other he held his phone. He dialled Eve’s number and the video call commenced.
Martin gingerly place his tongue on the elongated shaft, initially recoiling from the physical sensation of what he was doing. He could hear Charmaine and Eve laughing on the phone and looked up at it. Trevor put the phone to Martin’s ear as Eve intoned, “Suck his cock, you fucking bitch.”
He started licking the shaft more vigorously, his initial humiliation seeming growing more muted as his tongue traversed its contours. Trevor pulled his head again and indicated that sucking was to begin.
He opened his mouth, his lips encircling the head until they closed down on it. The scent of Trevor’s penis was now all encompassing. In an almost hypnotic state, Martin took to the task with a gusto which surprised him. Somewhere, from seemingly far away, he could hear two of his work colleagues discussing the conference in the toilet.
Eve and Charmaine sat in Eve’s boudoir watching proceedings.
“They don’t call him Trev the Rev for nothing,” Eve chuckled. “Hope you are looking forward to it later, darling!”
Charmaine was positively purring at the humiliation she had heaped on her husband. Her excitement at the evening to come was palpable.
Trevor indicated that Martin was to withdraw. Trevor’s cock was visibly throbbing and he proceeded to masturbate onto Martin’s face. The semen spurted out across Martin’s forehead, nose and cheeks. He rubbed his cock against Martin’s face and whispered to him to clean it. Martin gulped at the slightly salty taste of the cum ignited his taste buds.
Finally, it was finished. He got to his feet. Trevor grinned and winked at him. He then played out his tongue teasingly across his lips. Martin’s shock was evident. He dried himself without delay and stepped out of the cubicle. The CEO was at a urinal. He nodded to Martin. Trevor had stayed put in the cubicle and the door slowly closed again.
“What do you think of it so far,” the CEO said. “Those projections are pretty impressive.”
“Yes,” agreed Martin mutely, thinking that they were nothing to the projection he had been just subject to.
Later, he drove his car out of the hotel underground car park.
He was heading for Eve’s office to collect Charmaine. The journey would take about an hour. He had resolved to turn the tables on them. They had had their fun. He knew he could call Charmaine’s bluff. She wasn’t going to jeopardize her lifestyle or reputation by releasing that tape. He was going to take her home and fuck all her holes for the weekend.
As for that other bitch Eve. He’d dispense with her services. Also, he reckoned that if she was flashed a bit of cash she wasn’t above some whoring herself.
As he slipped into the early evening traffic, heading south, he had no idea that he was embarking on the route that Trevor had taken earlier that afternoon to the same destination!
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