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Jan 29

Business Arrangements (NSFW)

Philippe x Fem!Reader x Larry

18+, minors DNI

Word Count: 7681 (Unless I edit it on my Ao3 ;w; )

Every year, each region hosts mini international trade and commerce meetings. Usually it's between two regions, and you have been asked to help prepare for the Kalos/Paldea conference. You were not informed of how hands on you would actually be for the meeting break.

This is the first fic I have decided to cross-post from my Ao3, so if you like what you see here, give my other stuff a looksie if you so wish. I have more ideas that I gotta get in word form. So yeh!! Juicy stuff in the undercut, and Ao3 linkie here -> FMAMF Ao3 Works

Content Warnings: Threesome, Double Penetration, Mildly (Like Extremely Mild) Dubious-Consent Because The Reader Didn't Understand What Was Happening Initially, Anal, Vaginal, Fingering, Oral, Creampie, Instructed Sex

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Corbeau: “I have an important task for you. Come to my office.”

You: Be there in 5.

After sending that, you swung the legs over the side of your bed, quickly pulling a plain blouse and pencil skirt with heels for the occasion. You knew today was going to be important in some way, it was that time of year for the regional commerce and policy negotiations. Whenever diplomatic meetings came around, Corbeau, and the rest of the Rust Syndicate were on edge. This year, it was the Rust Syndicate’s turn to host the conference. A typical conference comprised of only five attendees. Two high ranked officials, each representing their respective regions, their secretaries of choice, and a negotiator who was appointed by the hosting region. As one of the higher executives who had a strong relationship with Corbeau, you were helping to coordinate efforts. You thought you had the day off since today was the first conference, but your thoughts were quickly disproven.

Initially, you were hesitant. The work seemed rather daunting. You were still helping out Team MZ, and finally were able to take a break from the hyperspace wormholes. Adding another task to your docket was not optimal, but Corbeau promised you would be compensated well. Not wanting to return to having a sour relationship, you agreed. Arriving in front of the Rust Syndicate Headquarters in a taxi, you were quickly ushered in by the guards at the front of the building. Standing in the entrance hall was Corbeau. He made a hasty greeting, swiftly guiding you into the elevator as he spoke.

“Glad that you could make it in time. You aren’t too busy today are you?”

“I sure hope not.”

“Hah. Hah. I share your sentiment.” Why was his laughter so stiff? “Anyways, my least favorite person to deal with arrived early.”

“What? Who??”

The CEO never responded, you had arrived at his office and the doors slid open revealing the guests. It was the representative of Paldea and her guest of honor, Chairwoman Geeta and some guy. Philippe was busy making stiff conversation with the two while they both sat on the couches across from each other near the entrance. The mugs of coffee that sat in front of the Paldean representatives were still full and no longer piping hot, Philippe’s was empty. The poor Rust Executive looked like he wanted to leave, seemingly tensed up. When the elevator dinged, and revealed his boss, his face visibly lit up and his tension was eased. Philippe often told you about the meetings that they had in the past, she was never pleasant to deal with since she matched Corbeau’s cut throat energy too much. Most of their conversations became a pissing contest. Judging by that conversation alone, you wanted no part in these events actively, preferring to be background help. Now you were being thrust into the spotlight immediately.

“Apologies for the wait Geeta, our negotiator of choice is here.”

You shot a look of confusion, and Corbeau just returned one of his reassuring charismatic smiles. He whispered to you as you passed by to introduce yourself to the room, promising you that this was part of the reward.

“Hmmm, greetings Mr. Corbeau. Greetings to this fine lady as well… She is exactly like the picture that you sent.”

Hearing that almost made you snap towards him to question what she was talking about, but you were too afraid to mess up, her silent and commanding aura nailing you to the spot. The chairwoman uncrossed her legs and stood up, circling you, inspecting you with her hands clasped behind her back. Her obsidian eyes were raking over you, the flecks of gold reflecting some of the light in the room. Her dark hair with threads of gold to match her pupils swished as she walked past you, the scent she carried was more of a strong cologne rather than a delicate and light perfume that most Kalosian women preferred.

“Larry-” the man flinched, his tired eyes looking up at her, “You approve of her, yes?”

The tired man sitting across from Philippe adjusted his tie, briefcase sat in his lap, as he nodded, grunting in confirmation.

“Lovely. You, miss, were heavily recommended by Corbeau and his fine executive over there. I will thoroughly enjoy your presence at this meeting.”

Your throat was dry, voice coming out a bit hoarse, “Thank- you. Thank you for your…” you paused here. What were you planning on saying?!

“Ahem, apologies, my throat is a bit dry-”

“That’s fine, miss.”

“- Thank you for your kind words today, how may I be of service?”

“Ohoho! Corbeau, you picked a fine attentive lady, unless you only call her here for business?” A spine-chilling glare was shot towards the CEO. He was no pushover, returning a razor-sharp gaze in exchange.

“That is of no matter to our discussion, is it? Now, I have bought our negotiator as requested, let’s continue our little powwow.”

“Sounds lovely.”

Everyone moved back towards the couch, the two guests making room for their respective bosses, so you assumed you would sit with Corbeau as well. He halted you with a hand movement, you froze.

“Please, we would prefer if you could stand, thank you.”

Why did he not look you in the eyes as he said that?

“Philippe, please entertain us?”

His sidekick’s face started burning a bright red, and you looked at him puzzled. Philippe’s eyes were pleading with you for forgiveness as you had no clue what was going on until he stood up, leaning in close to you as his frame dwarfed yours. Your heart was beating hard against your rib cage as he leaned in and whispered, his breath hitting your ear.

“Look, it’s a shitty tradition we have here. I can explain after ‘cause it seems you weren’t prepped for this. If you don’t wanna do it, you can say no, and I’ll stand up for you, but I think you’ll get the idea of what’s happening, since I need you to strip right now.”

Your lips parted, trying to formulate words. You were not opposed to undressing for Philippe, you had done it for him and his boss before, but that was when it was in a private setting, and individually. He could tell from your gaze that you were asking him if it was going to happen here, and his look of remorse clued you in immediately that it was. A shaky sigh left you. Geeta could sense your hesitation and fear. From the corner of your eye, you could see Larry eying the situation tensely.

“Corbeau… did you not explain what we do here? Her performance is lacking, and if anything, I’m thinking that I will have to back out. Rarely has a hosting region had such an uncooperative negotiator. Does such behavior also reflect on your syndicate?”

Philippe’s face darkened a bit, flinching at her words, both of you knew that Corbeau was clenching his jaw right now and wordlessly demanding you to just get it over with. Well shit, in for a penny, in for a pounding. Knowing Philippe was involved, you were certainly in for a pounding. Without further delay, you unbuttoned your blouse and let the silky material slide down your shoulders. Philippe quickly got out of your way so the audience could observe. You were more comfortable when his bulky body was obscuring you from the room’s view, but the show needed to go on. Corbeau worded out, ‘Good girl…’ to you with his lips, returning to a small and genuine smile. It made heat shoot down to your stomach, only ever hearing that used in the bedroom. Larry’s dull eyes watched, seemingly he was looking past you rather than at you, while Geeta scrutinized every nook and cranny of your body.

“You look lovely dear.” Geeta purred out slowly, an elbow propped on her knee, face resting in the cup of her hand. A thank you almost left her lips, until her face hardened and she continued, “Continue complying properly, okay dear?”

Your hair stood on end. Warmth blossomed on your shoulder, you looked behind you, it was Philippe resting a comforting hand on you and rubbing reassuring circles into your skin. Allowing a small smile to grace your face, you whispered a thank you, and nodded your head in consent when you felt him thumbing at the waistline of your skirt. He did his best to unzip it, considering his thick fingers were far larger than the zipper holding your skirt to you. The material pooled at your feet, leaving you in your undergarments and your heels. Philippe’s nails scraped at your sheer stockings, you heard him growl quietly, making you melt into his touch. Trying to retain any form of modesty in front of your esteemed visitors, you did your best to swallow your cries as Philippe raked his hands over your thighs and reached under your bra to play with your chest. Meanwhile, the two diplomats continued talking like it was business as usual.

“So Mr. Corbeau, did you see the email I sent regarding the foreign exchange student program?”

“Yes… I find it rather interesting the funding you have requested from Lumiose, when the tuition rates of the students of your prestigious academies seem quite high.”

“I could say the same about the students of Lumiose as well…”

“I don’t think my request to divide financial support in a sixty forty split was unreasonable. Especially when Paldea is the one who is looking to expand the horizons of their student’s academic opportunities.”

Philippe moved his hand underneath your panties, circling his thumb around your clit as he massaged your folds. Accidentally, a small moan left your mouth, and the conversation they were having halted.

“Oh? Miss negotiator, if you have something you would like to say, please speak up.”

Larry cringed at that, the look on his face seeming like he felt a sense of deja vu.

“I a-apologize Chairwoman. I-”

Another wanton moan slipped out as you flushed with embarrassment. The man had proceeded to slip a finger into your cunt, the angle at which it was curled lighting fireworks in your mind. You gave him a withering look that's effect was dampened by the flushed look of need that you could not fully mask.

“Oh… I’m so sorry my dear little helper, please continue. I didn’t mean to ignore you!~”

Once again, you were the focal point of attention as Corbeau’s right hand man scissored you open for them all to see. He shifted your panties to the side so everyone could get a better look. Teasingly so when the material of your stockings was partially hiding the extent of your arousal with the seams in the garment. The tired business man looked with lust as your juices coating Philippe’s fingers when he removed them dripped to the floor. Intrigue sparkled in the eyes of Paldea’s chairwoman, seemingly fascinated by your performance, the act of watching someone unravel was scintillating.

“Larry, go clean off that man’s fingers please.”

“... Yes boss…”

“Chairwoman, please be mindful that his name is Philippe. Hardworking secretaries deserve to be acknowledged by name… don’t you agree?”

Corbeau gave a small and friendly smile laced with poison to Larry. Pretending to not notice the small power struggle they were having, Larry proceeded to lower himself onto his knees gently, propping himself in front of you as he shakily removed Philippe’s fingers from your cunt. You whined, observing as he lewdly cleaned Philippe’s fingers of your essence. Larry’s soulless eyes seemed to light up a bit as he appreciated your flavor. After cleaning every crevice of his fingers up to his knuckles, Larry halted your noises of complaint as he ripped your tights and latched onto your cunt, his tongue sliding into you with ease as he lapped at your folds. Your sharp cry was consumed by Philippe who leaned over you to make out with you while he rolled your pert buds in his fingers. Your nerves were on fire, over saturated with the absolute euphoria you were feeling. It felt like you were going to go crazy, and you most certainly were not ready to accept the pleasure you felt knowing that you were being watched by some of the most powerful people in the world. As your legs threatened to buckle, Larry’s gloved hands gripped at the back of your thighs to support you, the cool leather material grazing you pleasantly.

The Rust Syndicate executive watched with glazed eyes as your chest heaved when he parted, even though he was anchoring your chest while he groped at it. Each pinch and pull earned him an erotic moan of praise, making him want to give you more. Your eyelids started to flutter when you felt Larry sucking on your clit enthusiastically, drinking up every drop of juice your body provided him. It no longer mattered to you who was watching, the stimulation was too great for you to even think about denying yourself a release for appearances. With one more rough pinch to your nipples as Philippe started biting at your neck and earlobe, and you came, movements shuddering as you tried to keep your bearings. Both men held you up as you were going through one of the slowest and powerful orgasms you had in a while, as your head fell back on Philippe’s shoulder.

“Mmmph…” the businessman’s tongue cleansed you of your sticky and sweet orgasm, pulling away when he felt there was no more to savor, “Thank you for the meal, miss.”

“You did great, gorgeous.” Philippe whispered in your ear as you came down from your high, a dopey smile on your face.

Corbeau watched, humming with satisfaction knowing his right hand man was indeed a proper man. That satisfaction disappeared when he noted that you were slipping into unconsciousness, having been overloaded with bliss,

“Little helper, our meeting isn’t over yet, you can’t clock out quite yet. Philippe, kindly show the Chairwoman how competent you can be?”

“Yes sir.”

Geeta glanced towards the CEO with a challenging look.

“An astute observation Corbeau. Hear that Larry? Work’s not over yet. Come now, I can’t be the only one bringing effort to these meetings…”

His face was crestfallen, any motivation or comfort you had managed to give him was washed away in an instant.

“Larry…” you whispered, “You did well… thank you.”

Ever so slightly his brows raised and he smiled a thin and barely noticeable smile at you.

“It was my pleasure… Allow me to return it please.”

Dazed, you nodded, shakily standing upright on your own as the men moved to take off their slacks. The pile of shed clothing was growing higher. Your stockings were fully torn off of you, you had not appreciated that they were giving your skin a bit of insulation to the chill of the room. Being cold was quickly ignored once the men were surrounding you, bracketing your body between theirs. Unlike you, they still had their jackets and shoes on, but that was not important.

“Larry, rotate. I can’t evaluate your performance if I have to stare at your hairy ass the whole time,” Geeta quipped, breaking your immersion.

A snicker threatened to burst from you and Philippe’s lips, you could only imagine Corbeau’s reaction. The businessman’s ears reddened with shame.

“I fucking shaved…” he muttered.

“It’s okay sir. Please, continue as you were,” you reassured him gently.

Larry nodded, and all of you moved so they could see the side view. Being given the proper opportunity to see what you were being presented with, you eyed the man’s dick with hunger. It seemed a bit bigger than average, but the reddened tip stood proudly, precum tantalizingly leaking from the slit at the head. You already knew what Philippe was packing. His thick cock made you scream for more even though he tore you in half each time. His dick felt good when he was pounding it into you. The thick veins dragged against your walls whenever he moved within you, and you were drooling thinking about it. All hesitation had melted away by now. So long as you ignored the conversation between the CEO and the chairwoman, you were able to shut your mind off and let yourself be swept away by these two fine gentlemen.

Philippe’s cock was throbbing as he slotted his cock between your thighs, gently rubbing back and forth. He growled possessively, placing his hands on your hips and gripping the fat tightly. The pleasure made you tingle, and both of you groaned when your body started lubricating his shaft with your arousal. Larry looked down at you, and smirked dully at your hazy state while using his teeth to remove his gloves. Gently, he guided you forwards, putting you into a ninety degree bow so your mouth was lined up with his cock. The scent of sandalwood and citrus hung in the air as it twitched in excitement in your face.

“Please… hold onto me miss…”

Obliging, your hands found their way to his thighs, holding on so that you could keep yourself from collapsing.

“Breathe through your nose, it makes this easier.”

You hummed in response, licking the underside of his shaft. His long fingers laced themselves through your hair as his head tilted back with a low moan echoing into the room. Words of praise came spilling out shortly after when you took the weeping tip into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around the tip gradually working his entire length into your mouth.

“Holy- You’re really good at this…”

“Hey there dollface, don’t forget about your pal Philippe…”

The executive removed his thoroughly lubricated cock from between your thighs, and started pushing it against your pussy. You moaned around Larry’s cock, the vibration sending sparks through him, and he took this opportunity to go as deep into your throat as possible. Once the tip breached your entrance, you let out more muffled groans. Simultaneously, both men bottomed out into you. Philippe felt your muscles tense up from pain, so he waited for you to feel comfortable once more. Larry made small thrusts into your mouth, doing his best to restrain until you were ready. Adjusting from the delicious stretch, you tried to back up onto Philippe. The two associates nodded to each other and set a slow pace so you could fully acclimate for what was to come.

“Y’know what Geeta?” Corbeau had a playful glint in his eyes as he pushed his glasses up his nose, “If Philippe finishes before your assistant, I’ll go fifty-five for funding allocations.”

“Game on then. I’ve trained my dog quite well. Larry, if you finish, I will renegotiate your salary for the foreseeable future.”

His hips were busy snapping into you, rutting into your warm mouth as you drooled and choked on him. The air changed, and you could feel how tense he was right now from what his boss just said. Larry did not look at her, he did not respond to her, he only furrowed his brows and held your head tighter. Trying to make him comfortable once more, you soothingly rubbed his thigh. This had the opposite effect, he embraced this warmth too much. From your peripheries you saw him bite his lip as his pace got harsher. More of his salty precum dripped down your throat. He tasted salty, a bit of sweetness could be tasted, some tangy notes as well, he tasted delicious. Philippe cried out in pleasure, you had tightened up immensely around his cock.

Technically, the Rust Syndicate should have had the advantage in this competition, especially since they had experience fucking you until the sun rose. Should have. Philippe loved you, everything about you. Whether it was platonic or not, he did not know, but when he was buried deep in you, he was always fighting to pleasure you before himself. He knew he could sustainably go for hours with you, and when his dick was begging for a break, he would feast on the five star, full-course meal that you were. He was competitive, knowing that his boss had the other half of your heart, and it made him want to claim you for himself each time. Now he was fucking you, sharing you, with a stranger. He needed to assert his dominance over you right now, and this little wager that had been offered was impeeding on his ability to do so.

Soft and sticky walls clung to his cock as he pumped it in and out of you. Even when your noises were distorted, he could feel how he made you cry out for him. He wished he could look you in the eyes as he took you in this moment. You could be able to see his burning desire. ‘Schlicking’ noises filled the air as your feet were barely touching the floor. Philippe and Larry had lifted your body up to adjust their angles as they did their best to attend to you while holding themselves back. Removing Larry from your mouth momentarily, you stroked at his cock as you whimpered as the other man’s hips clapped against your ass and thighs, balls hitting you with each thrust.

“M-More!! Oh- Oh yes!! Pleaseee!~”

Eyes glazing over from your declaration, Larry roughly gripped your hair and forced your mouth back down on his cock, tip slamming into the back of your throat. You were so sloppy on him, more drool spilled out from the edges of your lips, dribbling down your chin. Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as he went rougher on you. Pressure mounted, tension coiled in your stomach, and it snapped. Screaming out as your jaw went slack and your limbs went limp, you came hard as Philippe continued to hammer himself into your fluttering walls. Larry was a bit more patient with you, rubbing your shoulder the way you had reassured him earlier. Though he was at rest in your mouth, you could feel his shaft pulsate against your tongue, begging to be helped. The relief provided by Philippe’s sharp thrusts pushing you against Larry and pulling you back like the tides was not enough. Larry made some low pitched whimpers, slightly turning his head to stare at Geeta, begging for permission to finish. His prayers went unfulfilled.

“Larry, step back for a moment please.” The chairwoman accompanied this statement with a dismissive wave, indicating that she wanted him out of the way.

With no more than a whine, he slowly slid his aching cock out of your mouth, your strings of spittle connecting your lips to the tip. You wanted to express disappointment with her decision, but that was quickly drowned out when Philippe took both of your arms, holding them behind you, as he pulled you onto his cock with as much force as he could. Oversensitive and over stimulated, stars appeared in your vision, the fuzziness of everything around you was all consuming, but the way he slammed you down was exquisite.

This confirmed it for Philippe there was nothing more heavenly than your pussy. He did not care about the proxy war anymore, he was busy chasing his own needs. He had you pulled up against him as he thrust wildly into you. You wailed for more, your tongue lolling out, eyes rolling back, and legs shaking at every impact. The angle at which his tip kissed your cervix changed once more, as his veiny thick shaft dragged against your most sensitive spot.

“O-Oh my g-goddd!~ Philipee!

“Unghh!!! Uhuh-! I bet- I bet you fuckin’ love it when I go rough with you like this, huh doll?”

“Yesssss! Fuck me! Fuck me just like this!~”

Corbeau sat there observing with a poker face, he could see the writing on the wall, but as someone who knew how divine your cunt was, he was not going to intervene in his most loyal subordinate’s pleasure over a measly few million bucks. Seeing your adorably blissed out face made the deal worth it. Geeta was glancing between you and Philippe, and Corbeau who sat there with a smile on his face. All parties in the room involved knew that he was going to lose his negotiation, except for you whose attention was elsewhere, but he was still refusing to intervene. Simply observing with a look that screamed he knew something that the chairwoman did not. That was not the case, she was over analyzing the situation, but that did not matter, that deal was as good as hers. Larry stood to the side, watching every minute twitch and movement as you took his adversary with no complaints, even though he was absolutely wrecking your pussy. He could see the slight protrusion in your stomach when he buried his entire length into you. Pathetically, he palmed at his erection, limiting himself to slight movements, as the ramifications of a salary decrease would have been devastating. He could have sworn that both of you locked eyes for a moment, like you were pleading for him specifically. Your voice was so shrill in your current state, but it was too alluring to ignore.

“O- oh! Oh!! Shhhhii- Fuck! Phil- Please!! Gonna- I need to!”

“Then cum! Cum on my cock dollface!” He gritted out in response.”

Jutting his hips out to meet yours on each down thrust, you unraveled having not been able to come down from your earlier high. Philippe felt like his cock was melting in your heat as he mumbled out a few curses himself, and came with a final clap of his hips.

“Take it! Ohhhh… Take it all for me girl.”

You arched your back further into him as he held you there, frozen in time for only a moment. You felt his massive load spill into your womb with each twitch of his dick. Some of it could not be contained as it started to leak out and pour onto the floor. Both of you were shaky, and were breathing heavy, ragged breaths. The dopey expression of glee said it all.

Gently, Philippe removed you from him after rutting himself against you to ensure the rest of his semen was deep within you where it belonged.You weren’t done yet.

“You did adequate Larry, do as you wish with her.”

Larry looked at Philippe, asking permission, he did not need to however. The Rust executive guided you to Larry who was about a meter away, but your jelly legs made it feel like the most arduous walk of your life. Limply you leaned into the business man for stability, hands trembling as they clutched at the material of his blazer.

“Where do you want me, miss…?”

Responding to his query, in your loopy state, you licked your lips and opened your mouth for him. A dull smirk made its way to his face, as he helped you to your knees. More of the other man’s cum slipped out of you, making a small pool as you crouched before him. His spend would not be leaving your body, he would fill you up. Larry tilted your head up at him, the touch of his thumb tracing your jaw and tugging lightly at your lip. Moaning slightly, you leaned into his touch, the tip of your tongue connecting with his shaft as you tried to get him to give it to you. In all honesty, he wanted to appreciate you for a moment. You were arguably the nicest person he ever had the pleasure of having intercourse with, but everyone was waiting on him. He sighed lazily, aligning his cock with your welcoming lips, and delved into your mouth once more.

“Wonderful… You feel so wonderful…”

Your fingers gripped his thigh a bit tired as you worked yourself up and down on his shaft autonomously. His praise, as emotionless as it came off, still had the same positive effect all the same. Larry chanted your name over and over as you bobbed your head.

“Can you… Can you drink it all for me please, miss?”

Speeding up, you sucked the air out of your cheeks, constricting him as much as you could, guiding him to his release. You would absolutely drink it all up for him. He whined helplessly, pushing your head down forcefully one last time, and with a final cry of your name, his cum was shot into your mouth. It tasted saltier than his precum, but it was not displeasing. His hips stuttered as he gasped, eyes shut tightly. When comparing Philippe and Larry, the gentle giant was surprisingly louder.

“Larry?” Geeta’s voice cut through, threateningly sweet.

“Y-Yes boss?”

“Are you feeling better now?”

“...”

‘Damn bitch let him enjoy the afterglow’ floated around in your mind. Far be it from you to say it though.

“If you’re done whimpering like a bitch, I want to see you put more effort in. I didn’t think I would catch you of all people putting less effort in… in front of their boss. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I… ‘m s-sorry.”

“Geeta, please, shows are most pleasant when the audience is quiet.”

“I suppose, now about your end of the agreement.”

“Don’t worry, I will keep to my word. Philippe.” The man pierced his right hand man with his eye contact, “You did well, I’m proud of you. But to make up for failing me, do you think you could give me an encore.”

Your lucidity was returning to you. Giving a blowjob was an easy way to wind down, but now you were fully aware of the sadistically gleeful tone in Corbeau’s voice.

“On behalf of Kalos, more specifically Lumiose City, I will give a solid monetary bonus to whoever can make her cum first. Naturally, we are excluding all previous instances. You two fine lads can start your battle now.”

“Hm, how generous of you Corbeau. Look Larry, a second chance. Kindly, don't embarrass me in front of our business associates.”

The boss looked at the chairwoman and lowered his voice, “Trust me, this isn’t for your interests at all. I would be remiss to say this is not enthralling.”

“I would never accuse you of thinking from the perspective of others.”

“Glad we are on the same page,” he quipped back.

His clothes hid it well, but he was rock hard watching this. He did not realize he had a thing for watching you get fucked by his personal assistant, but you looked so beautiful. It would only make reminding you of your true owner that much sweeter.

Philippe snapped his fingers to get your attention, “Hear that you two, show ain’t over yet.” Philippe chimed in, having been standing there and watching you gobble up Larry’s dick. An adorable blush rose to your face seeing that he was half-hard once more despite the fact that he had you screaming for him mere moments ago.

Larry felt like he was sweating all over his clothes. The Rust Syndicate associate’s coat was ruined already from how much you came. It was stifling to still be in his jacket. He removed all the clothes he still had on. A sense of self-consciousness poked its way into his mind, now bearing himself to three people he had never been naked in front of before, but at least it was not just him. As you started to get up, Larry extended a hand out to you for balance which you took graciously.

“Philippe, which entrance would you prefer?”

“Heh, I’ll take her tight little ass, stir her pussy up for me real nice okay?”

“I can accommodate… Miss, I’m going to need you to wrap your legs around me okay?”

“Are you sure you can-” Larry cut you off, doing a few squats and stretching his muscles.

“Trust me, I’m not as frail as I look.”

“ ‘Sides, I got your back,” Philippe added with a toothy grin as he too removed his coat and shirt.

Alright then. Without further hesitation, you looped your arms around Larry’s neck. Your chest squished up against his, and you were on your tiptoes. Heaving a bit, he hooked his arms under your legs and hoisted you. The tip of his cock kissed the opening of your tired sex, yet you felt yourself heating up for him all over again. Philippe accompanied him, coming up from behind to support your rear. His big hands grasped the meat of your ass as he groped and pinched it. A light spank was given, making you inhale sharply. It was his turn now, Larry was going to repay you for your patience with him.

“Alright Philippe, I’m going to start.”

“Sounds good.”

Larry slowly lowered you onto his hips, your legs tightened around him, and you locked your ankles together, holding on for dear life. You had already been worked open, so adjusting was not necessary. So you thought. Yes, the business man was not as thick as Philippe, but he was a bit longer than him, and you felt it. Sucking in your stomach a bit so you could look down, you were worried seeing that there were one or two more inches and you already felt full. Your eyes widened as you were pushed down on the rest of his length, bottomed out, he hit your womb without even needing to fuck into it. You bit into his shoulder trying to hold back any noises of discomfort from the intrusion, but the men noticed your distress and consoled you. Larry kissed away your tears while Philippe whispered praises akin to ‘good girl, so good for us aren’t you?’ The sensation of Larry filling you was intense, but the next part was what you were more concerned about. Philippe’s fat cock slapped against your lower back. You were quivering between the two, the threat grinding up against you.

“Ph-Philippe, lube, please?”

“Can’t take it raw today? That’s fine darlin’ don’t worry.”

Lumbering over to the pile of discarded clothing, Philippe rummaged through for his jacket, locating the inner pocket and producing a bottle of lube from it. How prepared was he?! He poured a healthy amount of it onto his hand, using it to lather up his cock. A second dollop was used to coat your entrance, he teased your puckered asshole, sticking his index into it after tracing you teasingly. The penetration took your breath away as you squeezed Larry. Being a good sport about the situation, and also wanting to know what you felt like as you were split open by both of them at the same time, he waited on Philippe. He looked at how the other man treated you with such care, making sure your needs were attended to. For the past few lascivious hours he had spent with Philippe, Larry could confidentially say he respected the man as a lover. Were he any bolder, he would ask for a turn himself probably.

“C’mon little helper, we’re waiting for you.~” Corbeau purred. He sounded calm and controlled right now, but anyone who knew him and spent enough time with him would know that his voice was dripping with want.

No more pomp and circumstance. Philippe was not going to keep his eager boss waiting.

“Please, deep breaths, relax for me dollface. You can do that for me, right?”

You nodded, and gripped Larry a bit harder, he hissed. Philippe pressed sweet kisses into your neck, collar, and back, his member lined up with your ass. In one slow movement he pressed the fat tip in. You screeched through your teeth that were now digging into the poor businessman’s shoulder.

“Good girl, good girl, you’re such a good girl. So strong and beautiful for us…” Philippe whispered into your ear.

A few tears fell from your dewy eyelashes that were shut tight as you got stretched.

“Halfway there dollface, you’re doin’ so good.”

Only half?! Finally, after a few more moments, you felt the soft press of his flesh against your back. The breath you were holding you let go of. The two men looked at each other, and nodded. Larry smiled at you.

“Alright, miss, hold on please.”

You were carefully lifted up, and right as their cocks were going to leave your tight crevices, you were let back down. All three of you hissed in unison. The same slow movements repeated a few more times as the process started to get easier. With the measured pace, you could properly relish in the sensation of their manhoods rubbing together, only separated by a thin wall of flesh. A low moan rolled off your tongue and you laid your head back on the bodyguard’s shoulder.

“Are you okay with this, miss?”

Starry-eyed, you looked at him and nodded languidly.

“Philippe, if she can still walk after this, I’ll be sorely disappointed in you. You don’t want to tarnish our syndicate do you?”

“Oh, you’re finally stepping in? Larry, I expect a better performance when you are being supervised by the woman who has the power to fire you. Put more effort in. Now.”

Both men eyed you, looking for confirmation that you were completely okay with the change of pace, they were met with your flushed face, practically drooling at the prospect. Larry made the first move, retracting his hips and snapping them into you once more. You felt Philippe’s chest heave at the feeling of the extra pressure that he felt from the thrust. Your ass was finally stretched enough that he was able to do the same thing.

“H-Harderrrr!~” you heard yourself say.

And they both let go. You felt so full, every single movement hit your sweet spots just right. Mere moments after you were falling apart at the top of your lungs. Philippe nudged you towards Larry’s chest so he could access your ass at a different angle. The businessman grumbled at the change in position, but you seemed to like it as you clung to him so he said nothing further.

“Damn, s’tight for me dollface.~”

“You’re taking this well, miss.”

The sounds of sex were drowned out by your moaning and begging. The men grunted each time their balls clapped against you. Your flesh rippled alluringly, and Philippe could not help taking a bite. You cooed as he suckled again at your collar, he murmured sweet nothings against you while Larry pounded into your cervix as you saw white sparks in your vision.

“M-Miss- hmmm- Can I- Can I kiss you?”

You took the initiative pulling his face towards yours and you took his tongue into your own. He could still taste a bit of himself on your lips and tongue as he explored your cavern. Larry closed his eyes, zeroing in on the sensation of you taking him so perfectly. Your slippery cunt clenched around him a bit, whether you wanted more of him, he could not tell, but he would gladly put more effort into his work for you. The wiry trail of his hair that led down to his groin tickled your clit, adding another layer of peculiar, but not unwelcome stimulation. Needing air, he parted from your lips, a trail of saliva connecting you two, he could have sworn it was like a string of fate. His angel was so flushed, so pretty for him, saving him from the misery of his own life. He wanted to please you so badly. Your cunt was making such lewd and wet noises as he jackhammered his pelvis into yours. His legs were sore, but he needed to give you all he had. Larry could feel that you were close, his nails dug into the fat of your thighs, your juices splurted out at the point of connection, you were leaving a mess below. Blood rushed in his ears, his heart was pounding. It felt like he was going to go into cardiac arrest at this rate. For a sensation like this though, he would endure it.

Philippe was appreciably closer than he would have liked. He never indulged in your body with another man before, and the extra snug fit was exhilarating. The same burning need for possession over you reared up again, he was going to mark every inch of you. Lifting his head, he glanced at his audience, not so much at Geeta as he was observing Corbeau. Corbeau looked thrilled, he could see his boss’s erection pulling at his slacks. If Geeta noticed, she had the sense to not say anything. He could get used to fucking you in front of Corbeau, just in case Corbeau’s ego was ever getting too inflated.

“S’close!! S-sosososo clooseee!~ Please! Please! Fuck me!~ Oh!~ Oh!!~”

You did not need to ask twice, they could feel you convulsing on their members. You had tightened significantly, the pressure from all sides was pushing them out. Your moans became crazed, your tongue lolled out as you were bounced on them at inhuman speeds. The cries that were being ripped from you became uneven and high pitched, each deliberate thrust making you cry out more.

“Ready dollface? Nghh!~ ‘M gonna fill your slutty little hole up. Would you like that?”

“Mhmm!~”

“M-Miss, I’m going to pull out I-”

“Larry,” Geeta called out, “Finish inside her. I want you to cum in her womb for me. Really knock her up for me…”

Appalled by her wording, he looked to you for approval and you nodded because you wanted this. You needed this so badly. You needed him to give it to you.

“I- I can f-finish… inside you, miss?”

You nodded yes enthusiastically.

“C’mon you dirty girl… talk to us… I wanna hear you beg for it…” Corbeau’s voice rumbled out.

His words did you in. Even if he was not participating, you could get off to that slimy, charismatic, and intoxicating voice of his. Sparks exploded behind your eyes, the stimulation was too much.

“Yes! Y-Yes please! Give it t’ me! Fuck- Fill me…”

Your voice lost a bit of confidence as those last words came out. ‘You still had the capacity for embarrassment how cute,’ they mused.

“Anything for you dollface. Take it all, be a good girl, and take every ounce of me.”

The force at which he slammed into you was staggering, Larry was thankfully able to brace for it as he jackhammered into you as well. Your screams intensified, your toes curled, your nails dug into Larry's back covering his shoulders in scratches, and you tipped. They threw you off at the peak of your euphoria.

“O-Ohhh!~”

Together in unison, they released their cum deep in you. Whimpering, your muscles spasmed hard as your insides were being coated in white. It felt like your body was threatening to burst. Larry placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, and Philippe nuzzled against you as you were held there between them, twitching. The executive held your body against himself, allowing Larry to pull out. The businessman’s lips parted slightly as he closed his eyes and pulled out. Even as he was removing himself from your ruined cunt, it felt so good. He cleared his throat and smoothed out his hair, denoting the sheen of sweat on everyone’s bodies.

“Hmph, you did well enough Larry. Remember, we have a corporate meeting tomorrow at 8AM with the rest of the league. Don’t be late.”

The chairwoman excused herself, not even waiting for everyone to be redressed as she left. She stepped into the elevator with an unreadable expression, the only indication of emotion was her hollow corporate smile.

“You did well Larry. Some fine entertainment you provided for us today…”

“Thank you Mr. Corbeau. I just did as I was told.”

“Mhm. I will have some money wired to you, discreetly of course. Our negotiations are done here.”

“W-What for? I didn’t do anything.”

“Well, it’s your little tip for your performance here, and also…” he grumbled, “She’s a total ‘see you next Tuesday,’ if you will.”

A small smile graced Larry’s face.

“Thank you sir. I should depart now. Miss, I hope you stay well, and thank you for letting me indulge. On behalf of Paldea, thank you everyone, and have a lovely afternoon.”

You were barely coming down, and you gave a weak goodbye to him. He gave you a small prideful smile as well, seemingly admiring his work as his cum spilled out of your quivering pussy. He was quickly redressed, smoothed out as if he was not buried in your cunt up to his balls a few seconds ago. Picking up his briefcase, he did a second look, ensuring nothing was left behind, and he departed. It left just you, Philippe, and Corbeau in the room.

“You both did well.”

Philippe hummed in agreement.

“She just left before she was dismissed, how rude,” Philippe said as he pulled his meaty cock out of your ass.

“It’s fine, we had wrapped up our agreements while you lot played,” he responded, watching the trail of semen as it dripped to the floor.

“I see… Anyways, boss, it seemed you enjoyed the show,” Philippe said smugly, “Did you want a turn?”

“No, tempting as it is. Our little helper has done well enough for us today. Especially because I didn’t tell her about this. This ‘meeting’ was a portion of her payment afterall, I knew our little toy would enjoy it.”

The mafia boss stood up and held his arms out so he could carry you bridal style to his room. He would run a nice and soothing bath for you, and treat you like a princess for today. Philippe was invited to accompany him, so the three of you went to Corbeau’s washroom. Corbeau pressed a small kiss to your forehead. He would need you to release him of his arousal later. His dick wanted to burst.

“You were such a good little helper for us, thank you my dear.~”

You nuzzled into his bespoke coat, drifting into a peaceful, well deserved rest.

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