06. Early Career and the Visitor

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This is Part of the Series – The Making of Mr Fourways – Bonus content 3 – Early Career and the Visitor

This story is fiction, and everyone in it are fictional. You are welcome to imagine the characters as you wish but all characters are 18 years old or older. Events, medical and biological descriptions are not intended to be accurate or diagnostic so please don’t flame me on that account. Again: This story is fiction.

6. Early Career and the Visitor

This is Part of the Series – The Making of Mr Fourways

This is inspired by a reader DM asking “Alex would you like to fuck me four

different ways?”

As Alex only exists in the realm of Literotica there is only one way he can respond. The only opportunity is as an addition to the Making of Mr Fourways. It is here as it is also part of the foundations of the bridge to the Much Ado About Mr Fourways Series.

Early Career

As related elsewhere, instead of a career in Civil Engineering, I ended up working in local government in Management within the Administration or Social Services Departments.

To help with presentation in interviews, I grew a moustache to look more mature, and always wore a quality three-piece suit and tie. I was good at my job and kept earning promotions, quickly climbing the ziggurat of Local Authority Gradings. I was a quick learner and, despite lack of training in finance or social work, I was able to learn enough to understand the issues and negotiate suitable outcomes.

Without Wendy to field for me, and away from the sexual pressure cooker of Halls, I had to find my own way to identify women who would be receptive to my skills. I was always careful to ensure that there was no conflict of interest between work and liaisons and that cut out many otherwise promising opportunities. That was because the age and gender balance in the departments I worked in was heavily skewed towards young, single women. It wasn’t easy and several weeks could pass between ‘dates’. But sometimes it was less if a group of friends, most not fellow employees, all wanted a sample. However, in the real world, only a few women wanted the Alex Four Ways experience more than once or twice.

At this time, I was working as a middle manager for a County Council in the Admin Department and I was working on my MBA. Although opportunities in Human Resources had beckoned, I took one look at employment law and decided to give that a miss, at least for now.

I entered the canteen, and joined the queue for my main meal of the day, such is bachelor life I took time to check out who was there. I saw one of my liaisons, Erica, get up from a table that was at the far end of the room, and head towards me. She was quite tall, curvy and outgoing, very much as I like women, but there again, I like most women with the right attitude, and she had it in spades. Well enough that she would seek me out from time to time. Three times so far.

I smiled at her, and she turned her head to say something to the woman sat at the table she had left. Compared to Erica, with her wild red hair and green summer dress, this woman was mid-blonde, wearing a dark, formal, business suit, with slacks, but no less well endowed. She looked a bit older than Erica, and with her shoulder length hair could pass for an accountant. An attractive accountant. I also noticed she had a visitor’s badge. I wondered, what was going on?

As Erica got to me, she smiled again and gave me a small hug. “Hi Alex! Hoped I would catch you here eyeing up the talent as usual!”

I decided to play it cool, though I had as many single women also avoid cooking for one. “No. Here getting my lunch. So, what brings you and your visitor here?”

“Would you believe lunch?”

“Hmmm… for you, possibly, but it’s not where I would take a visitor.”

At that point, I was the next to be served, and had to speak to the canteen staff, getting my main meal and dessert. As she left Erica said, “Come and join us, I want to introduce you.” And then she returned to her guest, leaving me no real option but to comply. But it might be interesting, and I wouldn’t want to deprive myself of any future Erica options.

The Visitor.

As I got to the table, I could read the badge, ‘Pamela Morgan’. “May I join you, ladies?”

Erica gave a charming laugh. “Of course, Alex,” then to Pamela, “didn’t I say he was a perfect gent.” Which got a nice smile from the lady. Erica introduced us. “Alex, this is Pamela, she is a visitor,” I nodded, both obvious facts, “who was a speaker at the conference I was attending.”

“Pleased to meet you Pamela, but I don’t know anything about a conference. I’m not involved with Social Services in my current post. So, please excuse my ignorance.”

Erica answered. “It was at the Civic Centre on ‘The effects on children of relationship breakdown’, and Pamela is an expert on peri- and post-partum infidelity.”

I had taken a mouthful of food and must have had a puzzled look. I knew post- and infidelity, but peri-? Around? Partum – nope, eskişehir escort oh wait some faint bell to do with maternity. “Sorry. I’m an engineer by training. Not really my topic.”

Pamela put her hand on my wrist for a moment. “It’s not why I’m here, but the topic is about men wandering when the woman is heavily pregnant or just having given birth.” I nodded and gently freed my wrist so I could continue eating. “The problem often stems from the couple, particularly the man, not knowing how to enjoy sex without penetration. So some men seek other partners. And there are some women who are turned on by a man who has ‘proved’ he is virile.”

I swallowed. I was glad that there was nobody at the nearby tables. “I can see that, but what has that to do with me? I’ve not got a partner,” A quick look at Erica to ensure I wasn’t putting my foot in it. “nor got anyone pregnant.” That I knew of at that time. Or ever?

Erica replied. “Oh, I wanted to introduce you to Pamela as an expert in enjoying sex without penetration.” Now I could see why we were seated far from the madding crowd. It’s strange how most people can’t carry a tray very far! Then she nudged Pamela. “Though he’s good at that as well, as well.” She gave a wink with the repeat and I wondered how much ‘billing’ Erica had given me.

I put my cutlery down, glanced out the windows to check the weather outside. “I think this is a topic for a little walk. Just me and Pamela if you don’t mind Erica?”

“Oh, OK. If you are alright with that, Pamela. But Alex, you haven’t finished your dinner.”

I smiled. “Unless I have misunderstood, I will be eating this evening.” I noticed a look on Pamela’s face and realised the innuendo. “I’ll book a table for us if our walk goes well. Italian OK?”

Pamela looked uncertain, so Erica nudged her. “I told you he was sharp and a quick worker. You will enjoy Cicchetti’s if nothing else.”

She recovered. “OK, yes, but let’s take that walk first. Erica, thanks for the invite. I’ll take it from here.”

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I led Pamela out of a staff door to the small park that backs onto the Council Offices, and although there were people walking in the sunshine, we would have more privacy than in the canteen. I checked that we were clear of anyone anyway. “So, just what has Erica said?”

For the first time she looked a bit embarrassed and even had a small blush. “That you are an expert in making a woman happy, and that your skills cover the whole alphabet. Plus you keep going. Lots.”

“I wouldn’t say the whole alphabet, just the vowels, A E I O and U.”

“A, I presume, is anal?”

“It is, but only if the woman wants that, otherwise I come outside, or externally.”

“Yes. Erica said something about you not coming normally. Seemed a bit odd. But what is I, O and U?”

“I is internal, as in normal penetration. I don’t come that way, but I do reach a peak of pleasure. O is oral, for either or both partners. Whilst I ensure that my partner orgasms that way, I don’t. And U is well, it should be a pair as it refers to fucking between a woman’s breasts. If she is sensitive that way, she can orgasm, but I make sure it is erotic for her.

“That sounds unusual, and I wonder if you really need therapy, but I think Erica would be disappointed if you became a normal man. I’d love to study these phenomena, but I am only free this evening before I head home.”

“Well, I can pick you up from wherever you are staying and go for a meal at seven. Then discuss where to go from there.”

“Oh, alright. But you don’t have to take me for a meal.”

“I insist. It is part of what I do, what I have been educated to do.” I noticed a raised eyebrow, was I being studied. “Though back at university, it was often just a fancy coffee. You see, I need to understand what the woman’s expectations and warmth is.”

“Warmth?”

“Yes, some women come to me quite timid about the night ahead, despite what they might have been told about, er, ‘mister fourways’, through to those who are too hyped up. Knowing the temperature makes sure the woman gets the maximum pleasure.”

Pamela stopped walking and faced me, lightly taking hold of my hands. “Very interesting. And I can see that you treat a woman’s pleasure as an artform. I look forward to seeing you this evening. What do you mean told about you?”

“Despite what Erica might have said about me ‘eyeing up talent,’ most of the time women who I know, introduce other women to me who want… well, what I presume you want.”

“Oh, I see. Or I hope to later.”

With that, we returned to the building and I led her to the Social Services Department where the receptionist summoned Erica. I left knowing the name of the hotel Pamela was staying in, arranged to pick her up at quarter to seven and went back to work.

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I turned up a bit early, never make a lady wait, and went to the Reception Desk. The young woman looked up and smiled at me. “Can I help you, sir?”

“Good eskişehir escort bayan evening. You have a guest here, Pamela Morgan. She is expecting me.”

She checked the terminal and nodded. “Certainly, who shall I say is calling?”

“Mr. Hughes.”

She dialled and then said, “I have a mister Hughes in reception for you.” There was a pause. “No, mister Hughes.” She looked up at me. “She says she isn’t expecting a mister Hughes.”

“Ah, say it’s Alex. I’ll explain the name. It’s a nickname.”

She repeated that and then looked at me. “Yes. Moustache. Brown hair. Quite tall. Suit. OK, I’ll send him up.” She put the phone down and said to me, “She asked for you to go up to room three-forty-two and knock.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks, Julia. Nice name.” She blushed as I walked away to the lifts. On the third floor, I found room 342 and knocked. A few moments later the door opened, and Pamela stepped back to give me room to enter. I know I was a bit early, but I was surprised to see her standing there in attractive red lace underwear and black hold-up stockings. I let the door close behind me.

“You like?” Possibly it was because she was clearly older than me, but she seemed nervous about my opinion.

“Yes. Very likeable. But we are going out first, and I don’t think that will be warm enough.” I smiled and my cock stirred, especially as she walked away from me and I saw the extent of her buttocks that was not hidden by the thong-like back. “Though it would get a lot of men hot.” And she looked back and smiled, causing more cock reaction.

She had no sooner disappeared, than she was there again holding a red satin dress. “Help me put this on, will you?”

“How could I deny such a request?” I held the dress whilst she stepped into it, slipped her arms in as I raised it and then she turned so I could zip up the back. The veiling was quite erotic in its own right. She turned and gave me a peck on the cheek and a whispered thank you’.

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We left for the restaurant and had a modest meal. Whilst I had a cappuccino, Pamela had a couple of glasses of wine, clearly a bit apprehensive. She explained that Erica had just called me Mister Fourways, and that I had done the same, and so didn’t know it was a description and not my real surname. We chatted amiably about our past and present, euphemistically talking about our sexual history. I realised that Pamela was curious about my education by misses Jennings and then by Wendy farming me out. I tried to be honest without betraying any confidences. Hers was varied, but she didn’t let slip if she was in a relationship at present.

At one point she asked me ‘if I was Dom or Sub’, I replied, “I don’t understand the question,” which she said was an interesting answer. She also mentioned that possibly I was doing a tan trick, but that didn’t mean anything. I later found she meant tantric, but I hadn’t studied any Indian religion so was still confused.

However, we clicked and laughed about some things going on in the world and comedy, sharing some jokes. It was a nice date, even without the expectation of intimacy later.

We decided to skip dessert, so I asked for the bill, insisting that I pay, and asked the time-old question, “Your place or mine?” But added, “or neither?”

She thought for a moment. “I presume you don’t have any issues with taking young, or mature, women back to yours, but I think I will be more relaxed at the hotel and being early I don’t think noise will be a problem. I hope there will be a cause for noise.”

I smiled. “I certainly intend there to be. Let’s go.”

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We got to her hotel room and I removed my jacket and waistcoat whilst she got a bottle of white wine from the mini-bar, opened it and poured us a glass each. She raised her glass and I chinked mine against it as she said, “To tonight.” She drained her glass, though I left most of mine.

I placed it on the side and stepped forward and took her into my arms. We kissed, gently at first but gradually more intense. Our hands were moving up and down each other’s bodies. I took her movements for guidance, as once she had squeezed my bottom, I felt free to do the same. Our kiss broke and I moved to kiss her neck and shoulder, as far as the dress allowed, then back to her right earlobe which I licked, sucked and nibbled as a surrogate clit.

She whispered, “Please take my dress off as it’s in your way.”

I gave her earlobe a playful nip, eliciting a little “oh.”

“My pleasure,” I said, and with that, I slowly lowered the zip. Stepping back, pulled the dress over her shoulders and did the big reveal, reversing the process I had done earlier. Now she seemed even more attractive as I knew the person under the skin. As soon as she was clear of the dress, I carefully laid it over a chair and turned to face her again. She reached out and started on my tie, which I let her remove, but stopped her when she went to the shirt escort eskişehir buttons.

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I moved back so that I could return to kissing her shoulder, then down to her cleavage, cupping both breasts in my hands and using my thumbs to tease her nipples. I knelt down as my kissing moved to her tummy and to the waistband of her panties. Her hands had been stroking my head, then they moved to press my hands firmer against her breasts, and then they disappeared. Moments later I felt her bra loosen, so I moved my hands under the cups as she removed it.

I rose again so that I could kiss and suck, first one then the other nipple, that rose to the occasion. I ran my hands unhindered, except by her panties, up and down her back, stroking and teasing with my fingers. My kisses took in the whole of her breasts and cleavage, and I alternated hands to work on the orb that was not being orally teased.

Pamela was far from passive. She was running her hands over my head and back, and then gripped my bottom to bring me, and my prominent bulge, hard against her groin. I altered my stance to make it easier for her to stimulate herself against me, and I cared not one jot for the cleaning bill. In fact, I had eyes on the young lady who worked at the cleaners who seemed to understand the reason for the unusual stains and had made some interesting comments about them.

But back to Pamela.

Her breathing was getting nicely erratic and her grinding against me a bit frantic. Then she had what I can only describe as a boob-orgasm, as she started to tremble uncontrollably whilst holding me hard against her breasts and giving out a long ‘Ohhhh!’ When her breathing settled, she moaned, “Oh, Alex, can we get on the bed?”

“You certainly need to. I think it’s time for you to have some fun.” I guided her back until her legs touched the bed and then I lowered her onto it.

As she lay there, she looked at me. “Alex, you need to get undressed.”

“Patience Pamela, patience. You haven’t had your fun yet.”

“Oh, I’ve had plenty of fun, now it’s your turn.”

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I shook my head. I dropped to my knees again, and with my arms under her stockinged legs, drew her to the edge of the bed where I brought my mouth onto her mons and its valley through the lacy material. She ground her sex against my face, but then I felt her pushing down her panties, so I retreated to give her room. And with a flourish, they were gone. With that, her legs descended again, and she spread them wide, offering her pussy to me.

The sight of it between the black hold-up stockings was delightful. She was nicely trimmed, and I could see that she was both aroused and open, her delightful scent filled my senses. Despite my desires to drink at that well of womanly delight, I still took my time, kissing and stroking from knee to mons, and then repeating on the other side.

I could predict what was going to be said next, I had heard it often in one form or another. “Alex, unless you stop this torture, I will get upset and we wouldn’t want that.”

“Your wish is my desire.” And with that, I brought my thumbs in to stroke her labia. Opening her up, I delivered a long lick, from bottom to top and pulled back. “Oh Pamela, you taste so good.” Then I dropped my head to kiss her clit, causing a sigh. I lowered my head so that I could do another long lick, ending with a circle of her clit. I repeated the pattern and, as expected, Pamela grabbed my head to get my lips into greater contact. I opened my mouth to cover as much of her sex as I could and drove my tongue into her opening.

She eased up on the pressure, so I set about ravishing her pussy with my tongue, lips and thumbs, paying particular attention to pleasuring her clit and its roots. Soon Pamela was groaning and sighing as her chest rose and fell, making her breasts roll on her ribs. Releasing her pussy lips, I ran my arms back up her body to enfold her delightful orbs and to pinch the nipples between index and middle fingers.

That seemed to be the trigger she needed as she groaned and arched her back as if to pull herself away from my mouth, but at the same time, she pressed hard on my head to maintain contact. I flicked my tongue up and down and she let out a musical ‘Aaahhhhaaa!’ and started trembling. There was a sudden increase in her nectar that I did my best to drink.

I calmed my licking as she settled and hoarsely said, “Alex, that was shattering, and you didn’t even use your fingers. Do you need my permission? Because you can use them, please use them?

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“Pamela, I certainly will, using my fingers is the good bit.” With that, I brought my right hand back, lifted my head and started exploring with my fingertips.

“Alex,” she sighed, “after that, call me Pam.”

Having got my fingers slicked up in her juicy pussy, I slid three fingers into her tunnel and curled them up to find and stroke her G-spot. Pam gasped and I lowered my head back to her clit working on it in time with my fingers stroking in and out. My left arm was wrapped around her thigh. I needed that anchor as she started to shake and buck in the throes of another orgasm that had her screaming out a string of obscenities. I kept up contact, gently guiding her back to sanity, but then she became very still.

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