The Holiday Inn Assignment

My name is Fanelope, and if anyone had told me that a simple overnight company event at a Holiday Inn would become one of the most memorable work experiences of my career, I'd have laughed at them.

I am thirty-eight years old, married, living in South London with my husband Jay, and working as a Project Co-ordinator for a facilities management company that managed everything from office refurbishments and maintenance schedules to building compliance and contractor performance.

Most of my working days were spent coordinating people who didn't want coordinating. Contractors chased suppliers. Clients chased contractors. Account managers chased clients. All of them ended up chasing me. Up until this day none of them had caught me

By the time our annual management development event arrived, I was exhausted.

The event was being held at a Holiday Inn near Nottingham, nothing glamorous.

Just a standard business hotel with a bar, restaurant and conference facilities.

Unfortunately, when we arrived, we discovered that several conference rooms had been booked unexpectedly by people higher in the company.

The hotel staff were apologetic and they improvised, instead of using conference suites, our teams were allocated large hotel room suites to work from. That immediately changed the atmosphere, the setting felt less formal, more relaxed. As it turned out a little too relaxed!!!!

That was where I met the three men who would become my teammates for the next few hours. Jay would be booking in later after getting back from the US, one of his sales meetings, I needed to see him we hadn't been together in a week and I'm not used to going that long without feeling like a woman, if you know what I mean. I didn't want to waste too much time after work, I knew Jay would be needing to get down to the business of catching up, underneath my skirt I had crotchless tights and no knickers. No knickers gets me in the mood nicely, ready to be bent over and stuffed with Jays lovely cock!

I was standing outside Suite 214 with a coffee in my hand when our facilitator approached.

"Fanelope, you're Team Three."

"Who's on my team?"

She glanced at her list.

"Paul Henderson. Darren Williams. Michael Clarke."

I recognised the names.

Paul was a Regional Operations Manager.

Darren managed the sites in my region.

Michael managed technical services.

I'd met all three before but had never worked closely with them, every single one of them had made a pass at me. But I don't blame them, I'm 5'1" of ebony perfection, the butt and tits of a 20-year-old and with the mouth of a trucker!

"Good luck," the facilitator said.

That worried me immediately, People only said "good luck" when something difficult was coming. I pushed open the suite door, the room looked surprisingly spacious. there was a small lounge area with sofas, coffee table, dining table and a couple of chairs.

Cards, flipcharts and stationery had been arranged around the room, the three men were already there, Paul stood by the window, tall confident. The sort of person who always looked as though he was about to chair a meeting.

Darren sat on the sofa reviewing the instructions, calm and analytical.

Michael was making coffee.

"Morning," I said.

"Morning," Darren replied.

Paul smiled.

"Looks like we're a team." Michael handed me a coffee. "We'll need this."

"I already do." I said. Sneaking a quick look at the front of his trousers

He laughed. "Good start!"

Five minutes later the facilitator entered.

"Right everyone."

She handed us an envelope.

"Tomorrow morning you'll present a fifteen-minute proposal."

Paul immediately reached for the paperwork. The facilitator continued.

"Your scenario is a fictional facilities management contract. The client operates twelve office buildings across the UK and has experienced declining service levels."

She pointed at the documents.

"You have complete freedom regarding your proposed solution."

Then she smiled.

"The presentation is tomorrow at ten o'clock."

And with that, she left, we all looked at each other, then looked at the paperwork, then back at each other.

Paul broke the silence. "This could be painful."

"Probably, but we'll handle whatever" I replied.

Darren opened the folder. "Let's see what we're dealing with first."

For the next ten minutes we reviewed the material, service failures, compliance concerns, contractor performance issues, budget pressures. Everything familiar everything realistic, the type of problems facilities management professionals dealt with every day. The tasks were so easy, that my mind began to drift. In a room with three men and a pussy unencumbered by fabric, each of them had a noticeable package on them. STOP!

Eventually Michael sat back. "Honestly?"

"What?" I asked.

"I think this is easier than they're making it sound."

Paul nodded. "I was thinking the same."

Darren looked up from the papers. "We already know the answer."

I smiled.

Because he was right, the company's problems weren't unusual.

I grabbed the flipchart marker.

The Project Co-ordinator in me couldn't help taking control.

"Client challenges first."

Everyone simply understood the brief.

Instead of discussing whether ideas were good, we focused on how best to arrange them.

Most teams were apparently expected to work throughout the afternoon and evening. only forty-five minutes had passed, we had completed the actual task so quickly, we moved onto the team building exercises the organisers had left in the suite.

The first challenge involved communication, a pack of building plans had been divided between us. Each person held different information; the objective was to identify safety risks without showing our drawings to one another.

"Typical facilities management," Paul said.

"Nobody has all the information."

"Accurate," Darren replied.

The exercise seemed simple, it wasn't, within minutes we were becoming confused.

"That's not what I've got."

"Well, that's what mine says."

"Are we looking at the same building?"

"Apparently not."

The room filled with overlapping conversations.

Finally, I raised my hand, nobody noticed.

I raised it higher.

Nothing.

Then I clicked my pen repeatedly.

Everyone stopped.

"Meeting etiquette," I announced.

Michael laughed.

"Sorry, Mrs Bozz."

"Don't."

"Sorry."

"One person at a time."

The exercise instantly became easier, by the end we'd solved the entire challenge.

Paul pointed towards me. "Project coordinator behaviour."

"Absolutely."

"You run meetings like a primary school teacher."

"And yet it worked."

Nobody argued with that.

As the afternoon progressed, we became increasingly comfortable around one another, the formal barriers disappeared and conversation drifted naturally. Paul made the executive decision, that business was done so why not explore the contents of the mini bar. Conversation was fairly neutral, although I could feel the eyes of each of them running over me. Paul sitting next to me on the sofa, Darren and Micheal opposite in their hotel chairs.

At one point Paul asked about my husband. "How long have you been married?"

"Six great years."

"That's impressive." Paul said with a sly smile

"I think Jay deserves most of the credit, I was married before"

Michael smiled. "Oh! and how did that end?"

Such a direct question shocked me, but the Cognac in my hand did the talking

"It ended when I met Jay."

Darren laughed. "Naughty Girl." Everyone laughed

I locked eyes with Darren and said, "I can be."

Then and God knows why I did this, I uncrossed and crossed my legs like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, both he and Micheal caught a glimpse of my lovely shaved and glistening Pussy. Their jaws hit the floor!

"That's unfair." Paul said with mock disappointment.

My Pussy was winning the war with my common sense thanks to my 3rd drink kicking in, Paul was the guy who had been really chasing me, Jay and I had talked about this. We had been off and on swingers throughout our marriage, so it wasn't the actual sex. It was more that Paul's marriage was in a bad way and there maybe emotional issues.

However, nothing was going to happen in the teambuilding, and I had the devil between my thighs. So, I turned to face him and threw a leg on to the back of the sofa and showed him what he wanted to see. The poor guy was almost drooling as he examined my prominent lips glistening obscenely. I did not break my gaze with him as his eyes flitted from mine to my Pussy, which was now starting to get wet and giving the aroma of readiness. I noticed all three of my teammates starting to shift uncomfortably, adjusting their trousers to accommodate what I imagined to be the growing excitement, whilst their eyes were burning holes in me. This set my pussy throbbing, asserting and insisting.

"I'm just popping to the bathroom" I whispered, sexier than I meant to.

I grabbed my bag, my drink and made a beeline to the bathroom to text Jay, all eyes on my tipsy swaying backside as I went. I needed to talk to my husband and hear what he had to say. I told him about the outfit and fun I had planned and my predicament, of three horny guys and a hotel suite. His reply was surprising, shocking in fact. He told me he was already at the hotel and that I should get ready for him right away, I should dress up immediately and finish all the business in the room, then meet him in his. I was flushed with excitement, a free pass to be his naughty girl and theirs. In his words have fun be the dirty slut you want to be. I opened my bag and pulled out the outfit I had prepared for Jay, Black fishnets and leather look bodysuit with crotch poppers and of course heels. I downed the remainder of my drink and opened the door, Pussy fully in charge!

As I entered the room dressed for business the laughing and chatter stopped immediately

I walked over to Darren sitting down, looked directly into his eyes and said, "Project coordinator, primary school teacher or Naughty girl?"

As I said this my hand wandered down to his rapidly stiffening cock.

"Definitely a Naughty Girl" he said, with a trembling voice as I gripped his solid shaft

I looked at the other two and said, "Well hopefully I can coordinate something wonderful and maybe we learn a thing or two!"

With this I unzipped Darrens fly and was pleasantly surprised to find a good girthy dick which sprang to attention in seconds. I unbuckled his trousers and quickly yanked them down, there was a fair amount of surprise in the speed at my transition from office eye candy to wanton whore, but judging by the hard Cock in front of me, no disappointment. Everyone was waiting for my next move and there was no point in being shy or demure, I had to size this one up. A good solid 6 to 7 inches I guess, but I'm not a Quantity surveyor, so it was time to see how it fit.

Darren moved himself to the edge of his seat maximising the presentation of his offering, I rested my hands on his thighs, opened my mouth and started to work the head of his Cock with my lips and tongue. Sucking cock always makes my senses come alive, feeling the hot strange phallus take up more of my mouth sent rushes between my thighs. Easing those inches over my tongue, to the back of my throat and then the last length into my oesophagus so I can lick his balls whilst he is in me. All of the men I have been with appreciate this gesture a lot, I naturally have little to no gag reflex, the rest I learned but that's another story. I pulled myself up from Darrens now drool covered dick, leaving a sloppy mess of spit covering his groin.

"That's unfair." Paul said again with the same mock disappointment. Pulling out a very nice 6 inch or so length

"Meeting etiquette," Micheal said as he reached into his jeans and pulled out something that resembled a rolling pin.

I got up and removed the bodysuit; it would only get in the way. Whilst I was disrobing, the rest of my teammates had done likewise and I was standing in front of three guys all of whom were very ready for me. Darren was still wet from my attentions, so I needed to gauge what Paul and particularly Micheal were packing. So, I dropped to my knees in front of Paul. He a was able to hit the back of my throat with ease, tickling the tonsils as I worked him into my mouth, my tongue working the underside of his member along to the balls then back up to the head. Repeating the motion until he pulled away.

"Oh Shit, that's too good!" Paul groaned, not wanting to finish too soon.

Now would come the test, Micheal and his obscene appendage. Deep breaths. Ready myself. My mouth was at full stretch as he brought himself Infront of me, not rushing the process, understanding the need for a little woman like me to get used to him. His big schlong was already leaking some precum which was not unpleasant and a nice way of showing of his appreciation. He eased in as I steadied myself with my hands on his thighs, he hit the back of my throat with the first half of his massive cock, I looked up and caught a sly smile as I struggled to breathe through my nose, whilst stroking the remaining length outside of my mouth.

I couldn't take anymore, then I felt his hand press on the back of my head, but the angle had no give my tonsils being abused. He let go and I freed myself and rocked back a bit, saliva had run down my chin and over my chest, leaving my lips and tits glistening.

Before I could regain my senses Paul and Darren lifted me up and placed me on the bed, on my back. Paul pulled rank and moved swiftly between my legs pulling my bum towards the edge of the bed, eagerly surveying my hot wet pussy.

"I've been wanting to see this Pussy forever, wondered how it tastes, how it feels." Paul growled

"Well" I said "You aren't the only one, so let's get this slutty Cunt properly serviced"

I reached my hands out to find Darren and Micheals dicks, to make sure they were ready for when they were needed and in turn I felt their hands wandering my body. Paul wasted no time in going down on my pussy, the other lads holding my ankles, Not to be unkind but I could see why he was having marriage problems, his technique was all over the place. All of I sudden I felt myself being pulled in the opposite direction so that my head was hanging off the edge of the bed, Paul was still licking away, not bad, he had managed to find my clit. Which is like trying to find the steering wheel in a car, such is it's prominence when I'm turned on. He was running his tongue up and down my engorged clit and prominent spread labia with lusty slurping sounds.

Darren was itching for another chance at my throat, which is what I had now apparently been positioned for and he wasted no time. Both of my nipples between his thumbs and fingers, he drove all of his cock into my eager mouth almost with one swift thrust, quite easy compared to Micheal's. In mere minutes my body began to shudder and my pussy began to flow. Paul had stopped licking and positioned himself between my thighs, tickling my slick opening with his hot angry length.

"Little confession, Fanelope, I created the training plan" Paul announced whilst teasing my hungry Kitty cat

"Me, Darren and Micheal have been talking about how we would like to have a crack at your tight body"

I was shook, however my body was on fire with filthy desire, but at the end of the day I wanted to be ploughed like the dirty dick hungry whore that I am, so there it was.

Paul sunk his cock into my hot cunt with measured urgency and a loud moan, which was quite pleasurable, yet a lot of sensation as it had been a week since I had been with my husband. I felt so liberated of inhibition as I had Darren and Paul matching and alternating rhythm at each end, all whilst I had Micheals obscenely hard shaft in my hand.

Darren was working himself into my throat which had been aligned to accommodate his full hardness due to my head hanging off the edge of the bed. All of a sudden Paul pulled out of my drooling kitty.

"Fuck me guys, this cunt feels like heaven" he remarked

"Well time for me to get a piece" Darren announced, keen to get his.

"I've laid the ground work, time to do your part" Paul chuckled not minding that Darren was packing slightly better tooling for the Job

The site manager had already sized up what needed to be done with this particular job and easily pushed himself into me. I had to open my legs a little wider to adjust for the considerable girth that was giving me cause to moan against my wishes and louder than I felt was usually decent. Darren quickly got up to speed, every thrust eliciting a low guttural moan. Then I saw legs, three legs, No, two thick powerful legs and a swinging head of a large rod making it's way to my lips. 'In for a penny, in for a pound" I thought, as the massive tool started to make it's way filling my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. Those balls still looked too far away.

Darrens powerful thrusts were pushing me onto Micheals member enabling him to inch slowly further past my tonsil. Until his nutsack gently touched the tip of my nose I was going faint I had to tap out, but that meant I would have to work out how to best accommodate that whopper in my Vagina.

As Darren and Micheal released me from their onslaught, I told them that I needed a minute to powder my nose. I headed to the bathroom to gather my thoughts. I closed the door. Looked in the mirror and resolved to do this. I took my phone from the overnight bag along with a tube of lube. I looked at my phone and there was a message from Jay, I thought I would get some support

JAY: Hope you are having fun, I'm in room 416. When you are done

FANNIE: It's a lot, but definitely fun! Good, Fair and OMG. I'll finish the Job but will definitely not be tight after!!!!!

JAY: Looking forward to seeing and enjoying the aftermath, seeing how slutty you can be!!

This was all of the encouragement I need, I opened a call to Jay

"Say nothing, Just listen" I whispered and muted the phones volume

I took my lube and used a Launcher to make sure that I was good all the way for what was about to transpire. I then turned and exited the bathroom, wandered back to the bed and laid my phone on the bedside table.

"Okay Micheal, let me get on top and see what we can do"

He complied and I straddled him, I wanted to make sure that no lube leaked out of my snatch. Immediately I went about working the head and then the shaft inside me, adopting a steady rock back and forth on the first half his generous length dipping slightly lower each time. I was stretched to my limit. I reached for my phone.

"Peter, be a love and take a picture" I asked "You guys will have this etched on your Brains, but Hubs will like some details"

I heard the click and he handed the phone back to me showing my dark cunt meat making a perfect O shape around this impressive BWC. There was no talking, just the sound of grunting, moaning and the wet slapping of my round cheeks on Micheals lap. I was quickening my pace, embodying passion and sluttiness. I wanted to finish that Monstrous Cock to limit the damage.

"Oh shit, that too nice" Micheal announced through gritted teeth

He was trying not to bust a nut, I didn't care, I quickened the pace. I could feel his hips move forward slightly shaking, I drove my hips hard into his lap. I was coming, He was coming

"OH FUCK"!

I could feel his twitching prick, hard against my stretched walls, splashes of his CUM hitting my cervix, sending my body into spasms. I rolled off Micheal, proudly showing my stretched sloppy Kitty to the other guys.

"Mmmmm, defiantly a naughty girl" I Purred. "Who's next." I demanded

Darren replaced Micheal on the bed, as Micheal went to sit on a chair, he wanted the same treatment. So I was going to oblige, in my experience horny guys will take Pussy in any condition when they have their blood up.

I easily lowered myself onto my next wonderful guy, sinking all the way down to the balls, Micheals cum leaving my cunt frictionless. Able to enjoy the more reasonable comfort of Darrens eager prick, Paul came to lay down next to me, it had already been 45 minutes and I wanted to see my darling husband. It was time to finish up!

"Peter, be a sweetheart and see if you can fit your Dick in there too" I said with surprising confidence.

I knew this would be a head fuck for everyone and would give me the upper hand in terms of what happened afterwards. Cum was now leaking slightly over Darens balls, a vulgar sight I would imagine. Paul wanted another crack at me and couldn't help but start to ease himself in, truth be told after Micheal this would be the only way for either of them to feel the tightness of earlier. The rhythm was sporadic for 5 or so minutes and then they found their respective stride, alternating strokes by a few inches in turn. The best part of an hour of industrious fucking, obscene queefing and wet slapping of balls. Like two veteran lumberjacks sawing through my sloppy wet cunt.

Paul was first to go

"NNNNNN AHHHHHH" he bellowed at full volume, whilst burying himself as deep he could. Like a wild animal, bestial driving his seed as deep as possible into this unashamed slut that I had become in front of them

The Profane nature of unfolding events had an effect on Darren who spontaneously erupted adding to the river flowing inside me. It had an effect on me too, every part of me shuddering with an orgasm exploding within me spreading out to every limb. I fell onto my back spent, taking a little time to come to my senses.

"Micheal, can you grab my panties for me" I said whilst catching my breath.

Everyone was done, but I had to see my Husband, feel his embrace and give him some care and attention. You must always take care of your primary responsibilities, as weak kneed is I felt. I knew Hubby would need to get his having spent quite some time listening to his Slut being ravaged. At least he would be ready to go!

I stood up and started to gather my clothes, stuffing them into a bag, the team was spent from their efforts. Cum was already soaking into the fabric of my panties, I needed to make this quick, I already smelled like a whore and didn't want to have the obvious sign of trickling semen running down my thigh. Lastly I picked up my phone and headed towards the door with a raincoat hiding my lack of dress.

"Okay Gents, I'll see you at the Lunchtime presentation" I hollered out, garnishing no reply.

I made my way up in the lift to room 416, luckily there were no other people around. The lift was full of the aroma of my Spunk soaked Slutty pussy, my panties were doing all of the heavy work of containing the fluids seeping out of me. I found the door 416 and knocked, within seconds the door opened and I saw the beaming smile of the best human being on Gods green earth!