The World is your Oyster, shuck it.

The drive from your fleabag apartment to the Appleby's luxury building was rather quick. It just amazes you how a neighborhood's status changes while just being a dozen blocks apart from each other. After parking and spending a couple of minutes talking with Mr. Khan, the night doorman, you have a good feel of the building and some of it's occupants.

Riding up the Appleby's private elevator up their penthouse suite, you go over what you're going to take from them. That's when the elevator doors open and standing there in formal wear were Old Man Appleby and his Mrs. to greet you.

The old man with open arms. "There he is! The man who not only made us a lot of money but got us controlling interest!" The old man gladly shakes your hand. "Nick, so glad you could join us."

"Thank you sir for the invitation. I hope everything is well."

"Hell son, everything is great thanks to you. There's still talking about the wedding and when Olivia found out you were visiting, she tried to cancel her honeymoon to get here. She said she really wanted to here and thank you."

Turning your attention to Mrs. Appleby. "Sheryl, you look marvelous. That dress is absolutely stunning." You take her hand and quickly twirl her once, to her surprised delight, then reach out with both hands towards her chest. The feel of Sheryl's soft warm tits squish as you yell out. "Honk Honk!".

She laughs at your vulgar humor all the while looking in your eyes with intent. Sheryl reaches down and firmly grabs hold of your balls and softly says. "Honk honk indeed Mr. Davros."

Then with one quick pull at the dress top with both your hands, Sheryl's dress rips in two right down the front confirming your idea that she didn't wear a bra under her dress. Time has been kind to Sheryl. Standing there a woman of her age with no paunch, a nice bit of silver in her auburn hair and just a slight sag of her warm soft tits. She's blushing at all of your attention then laughs when you quickly spin her around and grab a meaty chunk of her ass forcing her to almost stand on tiptoe in high heels. "C'mon let's go in. Well eat and talk business and seal the deal."

Admiring the luxury of the Appleby's home as the old man blathers on and on about his family, businesses, and collections of antiques, firearms, and paintings that gives the whole place the smell of old money. Not only of the old man but Sheryl's side of the family as well.

The old man takes his place at the head of the dining table. You sit at the next seat by him and Sheryl takes the seat right by you instead of the other side of the table by her husband. It doesn't take Sheryl long for her hand to work it's way up your leg to your crotch.

Feeling it stir as Sheryl caresses it, you know it's hungry. It's always hungry. You could fuck 24 hours a day, every single day at it would always be hungry for more. Not wanting to disappoint the old man's wife, you guide her hand to the zipper. With a gleeful pull at it, it bulges out of the opening still shrouded by your underwear struggling to break out and Sheryl wastes no reaching in and begins jacking you off with a lustful look on her face once she sees your cock.

The old man just smiles a little as he sees his wife obliviously biting her lip while looking at your cock. "Okay son, here is the offer. I'll pay you well to negotiate all of my company's dealings." He passes a slip of paper which you accept and sneak a peek.

Noticing the old man's look at his wife, you decide up the ante. Sheryl's hold on your cock reaches the Kung-Fu grip level. So you reach out and gently nudge Sheryl's head towards your cock to which she dives mouth first onto your hardness and bobs up and down with happy sucking.

Unfazed by your move. "I'll throw in a luxury apartment, a company car and the all whatnots that go with all the position. What do you say son? Will you work for me?"

Musing over the offer in your mind, you let out a satisfied exhale as you blow a load into Sheryl's mouth and hold her head down to make sure she gets every sticky drop of your spunk. You like that she struggled for a moment, a little bit of cum bursting out of the side of her mouth at the first gag but she recovers quickly and then begins sucking it for all she's worth. "On principle, it's a good offer." There was a lot of zeroes on that slip. "A real good offer but in good conscience I have to challenge it. That's why you want to hire me as a negotiator."

The old man lets out a slight chuckle. "Son, I figured that you'd challenge the offer that's ....

Interrupting the old man. "Why you invited me to your home instead of doing this at the office. So the other executives can't know the offer until it's done plus you can't trust anyone else to 'deflate me' except for your beautiful wife here in the case I want to challenge the offer."

The old man looks at you with stern look."You can't blame me for wanting an edge for this on my terms. That's why I'm offering you this position."

"Fair enough. You should know what you're bargaining for."

You pull Sheryl off your cock and both stand up. The old man gets up and takes a step back at the sight of your magnificence. Out of breath and looking a little haggard Sheryl stands in front of you while a long strand of cum dribbles out the side of her mouth as she tries to catch her breath. Her eyes still locked on your cock. You look to the old man then with a wry smile you look back at Sheryl and softly say. "Sheryl be a dear and lie down on the table with your legs open for me please so I can fuck you properly."

Sheryl leaps onto the dining table shoving aside whatever was in the way as it all crashes onto the floor. She rips the slit in her dress so that she could spread her silk clad legs open for you. Grabbing a steak knife lying by her, with one swift stroke cuts her panties open leaving her wet quivering mound waiting for you while she gulps heavily.

You glide in between her legs and you let the tip of your cock touch her slit. You feel her legs knot up at the sensation. Sheryl moans in desperation trying the nudge herself forward onto your cock. Then without warning you ram yourself into her. Sheryl's mouth and eyes open wide with shock as she feels herself being filled with your expanding hardness. You pull back and then thrust deeper in her again and again. Each thrust harder than the last. The old dining table creaks and moans against such **** that it's scratching the wood flooring with each ramming. Sheryl eventually finds her voice and with each pounding she lets out a shriek. You ram harder, she cries out louder as you pick up the pace and with a deafening roar She screams her arrival to the god and the world. Breathing raggedly, Sheryl wraps her legs around your waist to keep you inside her as she feels it fill her up with more spunk.

The old man looks at you with fear and awe. "Holy shit!"

Unfazed by his reaction. "Okay , here's the deal. I'm not working exclusively for you but I won't work against your interests. I'll take the money, doubled. You'll cover all my expenses and I'll run the office as I see fit when I'm there."

The old man is just standing there.

"Since you also offered me luxury apartment, I'll take this place. You can get the fuck out now."

With mild desperation Old man Appleby looks towards his wife. "But we ca...

"Oh I'm sorry you misunderstood me sir. Sheryl stays. I'll keep her here with some of the furnishings." As you give her a few gentle pumps to her cooing delight. "Isn't that right Sheryl?"

The old man begins to protest only to be harshly cut-off by Sheryl. "WE.....I ACCEPT! RHETT GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS APARTMENT!! NOW!!"

Smiling while Sheryl continues to pump herself with your cock. "Then we've reached an agreement." Looking towards Old Man Appleby. "I'll see you at work tomorrow sir. You won't regret it one bit. Now if you don't mind I need to see what your wife can do, so you can let yourself out." As you place Sheryl's wedding ring with all the other rings on your chain.

With that said, Old man Appleby, despondent after losing negotiations, turns about and closes the door behind him.