2 comments/ 36366 views/ 3 favorites Business Trip Ch. 01 By: evil evil man I boarded the plane in a foul mood. It figures that my company would book me on the red-eye. I can never sleep on planes. I make my way to my seat in the very back and notice a woman in the seat next to mine. Dressed in a tight-fitting blouse and skirt, she immediately attracted my attention. My attention increased when I noticed the lack of a wedding ring. I quickly removed my wedding band and stowed it in my pocket. My wife and I travel a lot and only see each other once a month. We agreed early on that flings on business trips wouldn't count. After all, we both have needs. I sat down next to her, making a point to "accidentally" brush my hand against her. I loosened my tie as I settle in my aisle seat and begin to read some papers as we taxi out of the gate and take-off. As we're climbing into the air I notice that the plane was practically empty, not even a quarter full. Even the stewardesses were dozing in their compartment in the rear of the airplane just behind me. I turn to the woman sitting by the window and try to strike up a conversation. It wouldn't be the first time I meet a girl while flying out and end up with a fuck buddy for the trip. Her name was Emily and it turned out that she was flying out for the same conference as I was. Even for a 22-year-old she was hot to the extreme. Her tits were straining against the buttons of her tight-fitting blouse. Her short skirt revealed a pair of incredible thighs and I knew that the goods under the skirt had to be just as incredible. We made conversation about our conference for 15 minutes during which I noticed that her hand made its way onto my knee and eventually to the inside of my leg. I feel my cock getting hard in my pants as I become aware of her hand moving up the inside of my leg. She felt my hardness and moved even closer to me. I moved my hand down her stomach and onto her thigh as we began to kiss. Now this was moving pretty fast even for me but I wasn't about to complain. She breaks off the kiss and looks me in the eye. It was a look of the purest lust. This was a girl who wanted to be fucked as many times as humanly possible. We continued to make out as we unbuttoned each other's shirts. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I hope this isn't too forward. It's always been a fantasy of mine to do this." I responded by kissing her again and reaching up her skirt to rub her cunt. I could feel my fingers running over the silk fabric. I could also feel the fabric getting wetter and wetter as my hand rubbed her. I slipped a finger under and got it wet in her juices. I brought it up to my mouth and tasted her. I opened her blouse and pulled down her bra. I took a nipple in my mouth and began suckling it. God, her nipples were perfect, the right mix of hardness and softness. I loved sucking her tits and from the way her body was shuddering I'm guessing she loved it too. She lifted my head off her chest and kissed me deeply before pushing me back into her seat. She then lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. I took the cue and quickly opened my pants, letting my really hard cock stick out. She then stood up, where all the aircraft could see her in her half-naked glory. I craned my head over the seats to look around but what few people that were on the plane were obviously fast asleep. She looked down at me, much like a goddess gazing at here lowly servant. I suddenly had an even greater appreciation for her beauty. I was so busy staring at her incredible body that it took me a minute to notice that she was imperiously gesturing at her seat. I lifted the armrest and slid over so I was sitting underneath her. She sat down on my lap and let my cock rest between her legs. She began to rub her ass back and forth against me. I reached around and took her tits in my hand. I began squeezing then and pinching the nipples as her hand worked up and under her skirt. I occasionally would take a bite of the flesh on her shoulders as I played with her luscious tits. Suddenly I felt her hand over my own, gently urging it downward. I slowly traced over her stomach and onto her skirt, which was being lifted up to give me access. She guided me onto her extremely wet cunt. I immediately felt that she was shaved. I could see her puffed-up lips as I slid my index finger inside of her. Damn, she was tight! I knew that this was going to be a terrific fuck, although there was little doubt of this before. For a minute I slide my finger in and out of her. There was now a steady stream of pussy juice coming out of her. I could feel the top side of my cock, which was pressed against it, absorbing it all. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled my finger out and reached for her ass. I began to gently but firmly push on her ass cheeks, urging her to get up and put me inside her. Thankfully, she obliged, standing up until her ass was in my face. I immediately began to bury my face in it, licking, biting, and kissing it. Meanwhile, she reached down between her legs and grabbed my cock. She pumped it a few time with her hand to make sure it's has hard as it can get. She positioned it properly and began to slowly slide herself onto it, teasing me with every centimeter. As I entered her she rested her head on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "God, you're so hot! I haven't had a decent fuck in so long. My bastard boyfriend has no clue what a woman needs." I bit down on the flesh of her shoulder hard to keep from yelling out. Her pussy felt so good! It took a good minute to get my cock all the way inside her. Once it was in she just sat there for a minute, squeezing my rod with her pussy muscles. God, where's this woman been all my life? Finally she lifted herself up and little and slammed back down on my cock. She began thrusting her hips, fucking me. I reached around for her tits again as she rode me. I could feel them bouncing around as she sprang up and down on my cock. I could see her fingering her clit as we fucked. Her back was arched and she was staring up at the roof of the plane. Some minor turbulence that bounced the plane around a little seemed to excite her even more. I latched onto her neck with my mouth and began sucking at her flesh. I wanted to give her a big mother-fucking hickey! When she went to the conference in the morning I wanted everyone there to know that she was being a slut only a few hours before. I wanted to mark her to everyone so they'd know that this was my woman. It was already an unspoken agreement that we'd be seeing each other for the conference. She seemed to like this idea because she started whispering things like, "Yeah baby, mark me. Show everyone that I'm a slut." I began fingering her clit with one hand as she leaned forward a bit to fuck me harder. I brought the other one up to her face and let her suck my fingers. Suddenly her thrusting sped up, her back arched more than ever and her entire body began to shudder. As she rode the throes of orgasm I smiled to myself in that way every man does when he knows that he's satisfied his woman. Now it was my turn. I took my hand off her mouth and began spanking her with it, urging her on. Soon I was gripping her hips on either side, feeling myself building up to one hell of a climax. Next time she slammed into me I held her hips there, pulling her into me. I buried my cock as deep into her as I could while I deposited my seed inside her slutty cunt. We held it there for a few minutes, letting me shoot my whole load into her. Once I've finally gone soft she stood up and sat down on next to me. "Mmmm, that was the best fuck I've ever had. Wish I hadn't gone off the pill though." At my expression she patted me reassuringly, "It's ok. I can get some morning-after pills, along with some condoms," she looked at my appraisingly, "Make that a lot of condoms." All of a sudden we heard a noise from the stewardess compartment behind us. Emily glanced around the corner into it then beckoned me to look. I looked around the corner and we watched one of the more attractive stewardesses leaning against the cabinet with a hand up her uniform skirt. I could tell that she was coming down from her own orgasm. She opened her eyes and smiled at us. We smiled back then got dressed. Emily pulled her bra us and buttoned her blouse. However, instead of putting her soaked panties back on she shoved them in my face to give me one last smell of them. She then slipped them in the pocket in front of her seat along with the magazines. We spent the rest of the flight sleeping in each others' arms. As the plane was landing she took my hand in hers. We gathered up our things and as we disembarked she looked at me with a twinkle in her eye and whispered, "Thanks for the baby-making juice." And with a wink and a smile she led me off the plane. We saw the time in the terminal and she said, "You know, the conference doesn't start for a few hours. If we hurry we'll have enough time for another quickie at the hotel before it starts." And so, we ran through the terminal to baggage claim, hand-in hand. No cab driver in the world could've been fast enough for me that morning. Business Trip Ch. 01 OK, maybe not a true business trip. But she had a conference to attend, and he could always schedule a few appointments in town, to justify the expense account. Just a couple good excuses to get away together. In fact, the schedule didn't even work out exactly right for them to fly in together. So she had already been in town, and had a half a day's worth of conference under her belt, before he even arrived. He had checked into the hotel room and headed straight to the pool, to wait for her to wrap up the day's conference. When she finally appeared on the garden walkway between the hotel and the pool, he wasn't the only person to sit up and take notice. Julie was tall and strikingly beautiful. Her long brown curls bounced effortlessly as she strode across the garden. Pausing briefly at the entrance to the pool deck, she flipped her hair back, and donned her sunglasses like a movie star. Quickly scanning the rows of lounge chairs, she found him, and stepped into the sun. Brendan was pretty average build, with dark hair and clear blue eyes, and he did his best to keep his muscular body in shape. But no matter what he did, his wife was clearly the attention getter. This was another time when that fact was obvious. As every set of eyes that looked up at the sound of her approaching footsteps, continued staring at her as she passed. He stayed seated on the lounge chair, to relish his luck. He watched the onlookers follow her movement. They probably thought that their sunglasses would hide their gaze, but it didn't matter. How could you not stare? She wore a fitted button down blouse, just opaque enough to be classy business attire, but the white fabric revealed a faint silhouette of her flesh in the sun. As she walked towards him, her long legs opened the slit up the side of her grey pencil skirt with each stride. And each step of her high heels drew attention to her sculpted calves. When she finally reached his chair, she stood over him momentarily, and he casually looked up at his wife. No friendly greeting. No warm hug. She knew just what to do in this setting. Straightening her legs, she leaned over at her waist, her skirt riding up slightly, and the fabric stretched over the curves of her ass. Brendan started to sit up to meet her kiss halfway, but she leaned her hands on his chest and planted her open mouth on his with authority. Unable to reach anything else, he caressed each side of her face with his hands, as their tongues explored. "Hi Baby," she whispered. "You look amazing," he said, desperately reaching for her waist. As his hand found her hip, he tried to pull her closer. But she instead stood up briefly, pulled up the hem of her skirt, and placed one knee between his legs on the chair. Leaning forward, with her other leg out straight behind her, she began to kiss him again. And as he pulled her in, her skirt taught between her spreading legs, the slit opened to reveal the length of her leg all the way to the top of her thigh. As she stood back up, she straightened out her skirt, remembering that hundreds of her colleagues were wandering around the hotel complex. She glanced around, as the onlookers quickly looked back down at their books. "Should I go put my swimsuit on, or do you wanna come upstairs with me?" she asked, as though she didn't know the answer. Brendan quickly jumped up, gathered his phone and room key, and discreetly shifted the slight swelling in the front his trunks. He eagerly followed her back across the pool deck towards the hotel lobby. Once in the elevator, they were joined by an older couple in typical cheesy tourist clothes. Brendan fought the urges to pounce on his wife there in the elevator. He looked out of place in swim trunks and a cut off tee shirt, with a gorgeous business woman on his arm. As they left the elevator, his hands found her ass, and he guided her hurriedly to their room. "Maybe we don't have time for all this?" she said. "We have to go to the conference reception tonight." "We'll have time," he assured her, wrapping his arms around her as they entered the room. "I'm serious," she argued, and pushed him over onto the bed. "You think you get to fuck me and take two minutes to get ready for dinner? I'd have to shower and re-do my hair, and everything." "But baby, I haven't seen you in a couple days," he said, taking off his shirt, "and you look amazing in that skirt and those heels. You're killin me." "Oh yeah," she whispered, standing in front of the dressing mirror. She watched in the mirror as he slid to the edge of the bed, and sat behind her. His head was level with the small of her back, and his hand slid up the inside of her thigh. With his other hand, he lightly pushed her upper body over, and she rested her hands on the low dresser. With both hands he caressed her legs, sliding her skirt up, until the slit revealed her round bottom. He kissed her lightly on one cheek, then the other, moaning with desire. When his fingers found the heat of her crotch, she straightened up. "I said...we don't have time," she managed, turning around and pulling her skirt back down. "Ungh...but baby, you got me up here," he complained, and lay back, resting on his elbows. "Now what am I gonna do with this?" he nodded at the bulge that was now straining at his trunks. "I'm sooooorry," she pleaded, and leaned down, grabbing a handful of his hardening cock through the thin fabric. "And this time it is actually your fault, since it was your idea... I think you need to take care of this," he suggested. But inside, he was begging. She was bent over the bed, supporting herself on one arm, while her other hand massaged at his balls. "Hmmm," she moaned as she kissed his abs, as though she was trying to make a big decision. He looked up at the reflection of her tight ass in that skirt, and then down at the full head of brown hair that now tickled his ribs. She looked up, and then pulled at the waist of his trunks, untying them and tearing them down over his hip bones. He lifted his butt off the bed, and as his trunks slid down, his raging hard-on sprang up from its confines. She kissed lightly at his stomach, lower and lower below his waist. The sensation always drove him wild, and as she sucked at his skin, chills ran up his spine. His stomach muscles clenched in reflex, and he lay back on the bed. He felt her hand on one side of his erect cock, and as she pressed it against the smooth skin of her face, he could tell she was looking up at him. He watched as she licked her lips, then, keeping her eyes on his, turned her head to the side and ran her tongue from the base of his cock slowly up to the tip. As she closed her eyes, he closed his. And as he relaxed his head down on the bed, he felt the warmth of her mouth envelope his aching cock. Slowly she lowered her head down over him, taking every inch of him until her nose pressed into his belly. She rose back up and, catching a breath, repeated the motion a few more times in quick succession. With each stroke her tongue curled along the bottom of his shaft, and flicked at the tip as it exited her mouth. She took his wet cock in her hand, and licked at his head, looking up at him again. She stood up, pulled her skirt up a bit and, emulating her movements from the pool deck, knelt on the bed between his legs as he shifted up and rested his head on the pillows. Grabbing his cock again, she began stroking him vigorously. Her other hand pressed against his upper leg, she forced his leg open and began to kiss and nibble at the inside of his thigh. When her hand stopped momentarily, he looked down just in time to see his wife's eyes close as her tongue extended to his balls. "Ohhh God!" he moaned as her tongue pressed into his sack. He could feel the wet flesh as it probed his balls, licking around each one. Slowly, she sucked each of his testicles into her mouth, massaging them with her tongue. When she found just the right spot, she would suck a little harder, and her hand quickened its pace on his shaft. Just as he thought he couldn't take anymore, she relaxed her grip and slowed down, and released her mouth before her tongue traced to the other side of his scrotum. She repeated the process a few times, bringing him closer to the edge each time. She lifted her head back up, and resumed the furious stroking of his cock. Her mouth covered his length again, soaking him in saliva. Her hands cupped at his balls, gently at first. Then tracing her nails along the bottom of his sack, she lightly tugged at them, driving him wild. Her hand reached underneath him and palmed at his ass cheek, while she licked up and down his shaft. She lowered herself completely over him, taking his cockhead into her throat. She pulled his ass up into her, burying his cock deep in her throat. He felt her nails dig into his ass, as she impaled herself on his length. She released herself and gasped for air, then quickly returned to lapping at hits nuts with her tongue, while one hand jerked at his swollen cock. Her other hand squeezed his ass, then massaged his perineum, her fingertips teasing at his asshole. Bringing her mouth back to his head again, she licked the pre-cum from the tip, and continued to stroke the base with her hand. Grabbing his balls again, she sucked at his cock, and pulled at his balls, bringing him to the edge of pain. "Oh fuck baby...,"he groaned between breaths. "Mmmm...," she moaned, sending vibrations down his shaft to his spine. She lifted her head from him, and her hand stroked as fast as she could, bringing him to the edge. She looked at him with burning eyes, and then reached down taking her hand full of his balls. Once again, her mouth covered his cock, and once again her other hand pulled at his ass, bringing him up into her face. His balls ached, and she squeezed and tugged at them, pulling the skin taught along his shaft. He felt the constriction of her throat around his head, as she forced herself over him. He began to lose control, and started pushing his hips up into her. She continued to take his entire length as he pumped his cock into her throat, fucking her face. She couldn't take anymore and dug her nails into his ass and squeezed at his balls in her hand. His body convulsed as his orgasm erupted from him, spewing his hot cum deep into her. He continued to pump into her throat, and she continued to take him into her, fighting her gag reflex to please her husband. Swallowing down every drop, she sucked at him until his body could do no more. As his muscles finally relaxed, she gently massaged his balls, and gingerly licked around his cock, careful of its sensitive tip. She kissed her way up his stomach to his chest, which was still heaving as he caught his breath. "You owe me one," she claimed, resting her head on his chest. She dragged her nails across his stomach. "Oh God, Baby, I'll do anything you want." "Good, then you better start getting ready for dinner," she ordered. "Don't fall asleep, or we're gonna be late." Business Trip Ch. 01 Claire sat at the table sipping on her dirty martini. Her boss was in the midst of discussing a new business deal with an old client. She was only into the first month of a very prestigious internship and was lucky to be at this conference in Las Vegas and privy to such an important conversation. Unfortunately, that lack of experience made it hard for her to keep up with the acronyms and terms the two men kept throwing out. Another round of martinis arrived and her boss made a point of putting one of them in front of Claire. "Shit, he doesn't really expect me to keep up, does he? I'm already getting light headed," she thought as she smiled and thanked him. She forced herself to finish off the first martini before turning to the second. As she lifted up the glass she tried to ignore the two men glancing at her cleavage. Her small and perky breasts normally didn't get this much attention but the black keyhole dress she was wearing made her feel on display. She normally never would have worn this dress at a business event but she was told last minute about the trip and her boss, Dave, insisted she bring some evening wear for dinners like these. Still, she cursed herself for not picking out a more modest dress as she threw stuff in her suitcase. When she realized her wardrobe mistake earlier in the evening she texted Dave, "Hey, I brought the wrong evening dress so is it ok if I wear my work clothes?" "What's wrong with the dress? Normally, I'd say wear whatever you want, but this client likes to be treated like he's a friend not a customer. He really likes a more relaxed fun environment, that's why I told you to bring some evening outfits," was the reply. "Ok, it's just I'm not sure this dress is professional enough," Claire wrote back, hoping Dave would take pity on her predicament. "I'm sure it's fine, see you in the bar in 15 min," came the reply. That's how Claire came to be seated here, getting tipsy, with her older boss and even older client, catching glances at her exposed cleavage. What's worse is it wasn't exactly the kind of dress she could wear a bra with. The hotel had their A/C set to make men in suits comfortable and that had the uncomfortable effect of making Claire's nipples poke through her dress. At least neither of the men seemed to think less of her for her poor dress choice, quite the opposite. The client, Bill, kept mentioning how great it was to see new talent at the company and how much he looked forward to working with her. Dave also complimented her, how great an addition she was, and how badly the company wanted to hire her as soon as she finished her last year of school. Both of them seemed to be in great moods. The dinner was going so well that by the time Claire was halfway done with her second martini, Dave turned to Bill and said, "so, how about it? Ready to bring us on for the next project?" "Well, it's a lot bigger of a project than you've handled in the past so some of my board is concerned if you guys are up for it," Bill responded before casting another glance at Claire's young body, "but it looks like you guys are going in the right direction. Screw the board, let's make this happen." With that the two men shook hands and flagged down the waitress to order a round of champagne. "Hurry up, finish your drink Claire, it's time for a toast," encouraged Dave as the waitress quickly came back with three champagne flutes. Faking a smile, Claire obliged, finishing the martini in four more gulps. She didn't consider herself a light weight but two martinis in rapid succession were a lot for her 115 pound body. On top of which, she now had to participate in a champagne toast. Claire dutifully clinked glasses with the two men and tried to ignore another round of compliments from them. Meanwhile her head was starting to spin. She was relieved when Dave finally took a break from the back slapping with Bill to say, "Well it's getting pretty late. Claire, why don't we head upstairs to go over some numbers for tomorrow?" Bill insisted on picking up the check and Claire and Dave headed to the elevator back to their rooms. Claire, while normally very coordinated, was having trouble walking in her heels after all the martinis. She was thankful when Bill put a helping hand on her lower back, exposed by her backless dress. Once in the elevator, Claire leaned against the wall for support as Dave pushed the button for her floor. He walked her back to her room and waited patiently as she fumbled for her key. Claire opened the door and walked in. The drinks were catching up with her and she excused herself to the bathroom. While Dave waited for her to pee, he took a look around his intern's room. His inhibitions and professional boundaries were gone after the drinks and having to stare at her body all night in that little black dress had really put him in the mood. He peeked into her suitcase and found a tiny red lace thong sitting near the top. Intrigued, he grabbed it and slid it into his pocket for later. He then walked over to the desk where Claire had her work things arranged. Slipping off his blazer before taking off his dress shirt, he hung them both on a chair and grabbed Claire's laptop and her papers. When Claire came out of the restroom she was surprised to find Dave laying on her bed in just an undershirt and his slacks, with her laptop and all her work things arranged in front of him. He had apparently been in the mini-bar for there were two glasses of whiskey sitting on the nightstand. "C'mon over and have a seat," Her boss said to her as he patted the spot on the bed next to him. "Uhm, I was going to get changed first," She responded, feeling that this was not a professional way for colleagues to work. "Nonsense, let's just get started. Plus you look great in that dress," Said Dave as he looked over her young body and patted the spot on the bed next to him. Claire felt like she couldn't argue with him so she walked over and took her place on the bed next to him. Their bodies touched as she propped herself up on the pillows. From this angle she knew that Dave must have a view right down the keyhole top of her dress but she felt like there was nothing she could do about it. Instead, she figured it would be best just to get this work done so that he could go back to his own room. "So I have the residual income figures for the last three projects we did for Bill here. That should help us tomorrow when we talk to his partners," She said as she fumbled through the papers. "Yes, I remember you doing a good job compiling those numbers for me last week. Before we get too deep in that though, why don't you pass me one of those drinks?" Dave said, interrupting Claire's attempts at professionalism. Claire tried not to sigh, if he cared so much about going over these numbers, why was he interrupting her for more drinks? She reached over to grab him one of the glasses and handed it to him. "Thanks sweetie, there's one for you as well," he said, calling her sweetie for the first time. A term she felt was entirely not appropriate for a modern work relationship. Claire thought about protesting that she'd had enough to drink but she knew Dave would insist and she would give in, so what was the point? Instead, she sat there and sipped on her drink as Dave silently looked through some more papers. Finally, he put the papers down and closed the laptop. "This looks great Claire, I'm very impressed with the work you've done," He said complimenting her for what felt like was the thousandth time that night. "Thanks. . . I'm very thankful for the opportunity," She responded, not knowing what else to say. A thought crossed her mind that she hoped he would remember all this praise when it came time for performance appraisals at the end of the internship. "Well you've certainly risen to the opportunity. I was a little worried about taking someone so inexperienced on this trip but you've done a fantastic job. Bill was very impressed with you tonight." As Dave mentioned Bill, Claire couldn't help a slight shudder at the way Bill stared at her body. She bet he was impressed. "In fact, he wants to use you on all his future projects with us. But he'll have to fight me for you," Dave said letting out a chuckle. That just made Claire feel even more uncomfortable and she got the courage to say something, "Why was he so impressed with me? I just sat there while you guys talked." Dave smiled at that comment, "Well Bill can tell a lot about someone just from meeting them. Besides, you have certain assets that appeal to a man like Bill. I'm glad that you decided to show us some of those assets tonight." Claire nodded, hoping he wasn't actually talking about what she thought he was talking about. "I hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable. In this business you should be ready to take advantage of any opportunity you have. You're not afraid to use your advantages on a guy like Bill, are you?" "N-no," Claire responded, feeling trapped by this conversation. She nervously took another sip of the whiskey. Her heart was pounding in fear of where this was going. "And Bill isn't the only man who has noticed you," Dave said as he moved closer to his young, borderline drunk, intern. Pushing his advantage, he gently placed a hand on her thigh just below the hem of her dress. She looked down at his hand then back up at him, "Dave, sir, don't you think it's time to go to bed?" "This is a bed," He said with a smile, "besides, we aren't done discussing business." Claire lay there, breathing heavy, trying to find a way out of this situation. She was used to guys hitting on her and had been practicing the art of turning them down ever since she was 14. This was entirely different. She wanted this to stop, but Dave was her boss and he could make or break her career. Dave continued to trace his fingers along the firm smooth skin of his intern's thigh, "You're going to have a lot of opportunites to get ahead, as long as you're not afraid to show men like Bill and me what we want to see. You're not afraid of that, are you?" Claire hesitantly shook her head no. She felt like she had no choice. Dave was acting like he was still talking about business and Claire knew if she said something, he would say that's all he was doing. Plus, Claire had seen from her cubicle right across from Dave's office how he treated adversaries at work. To be honest, she was slightly afraid of him and did not want to get on his bad side. Dave was getting bolder, knowing he had this young woman right where he wanted her. He slid his hand up higher, under the hem of her dress. He turned onto his side to face her better as his hand continued to move up her leg, almost to her hip. An involuntary moan escaped Claire's lips. "Go on, finish your drink," He instructed her, and was encouraged by her obedience. As she finished her drink and set it down on the nightstand, Claire felt his fingers on her lacy thong. She was breathing hard, nervous and scared, but also unable to ignore the feelings of this man's touch on her young body. His fingers traced over her shaved mound, just the thin material preserving some hint of modesty. Dave turned on his side to get a better view of her and placed his free hand on her shoulder, exploring her exposed skin. "You were a great asset at the meeting tonight." He said to her, "You made Bill very excited. He has a thing for young bodies. Normally when we are in Vegas, we have our evening meetings in a strip club. I figured we couldn't do that with you here, but I think you were worth it. He seemed very interested in you." Claire's mind reeled from the feeling of her boss' hands on her sensitive skin and the terrible things he was saying to her. She of course knew that older men took notice of her, but she had never been in a situation like this with one. The college guys she met at parties were easy to deal with, they wanted one thing and if she told them to fuck off, they'd go find it from a drunker, more receptive girl. Dave was different, he was in control. He didn't just want to fuck her, he wanted all of her. He wanted to be in charge of her, make her give herself to him. He wanted to use her and make her feel powerless to him. Claire did not want to give in to him, she wanted to resist. But Dave knew what he was doing, he had her trapped. All she could do was lie there, trying not to give in. Her body was starting to succumb to the pressure and they could both feel the heat emanating from between her legs. When Dave slid his hand to the back of her neck, she obliged him by lifting her head up, giving him the room to undo the halter straps of her dress. She was breathing hard as she felt the top loosen. She knew what was about to happen and she just lay there as Dave pulled the material down. She ghasped as she felt the cold air on her firm, petite, and now exposed, breasts. "Many of the men we work with have noticed you. I've heard them talking about you when you're not around. I know Bill wanted you tonight. But I couldn't let any of them have you, not yet. I had to be the first to enjoy you," He said as he lightly traced his finger tips over the soft, pale, flesh of her mounds. Her small pink nipples hardened, her back arching, eager for his touch. A soft, involuntary, moan escaped her lips as he took her nipples between his fingers, pulling gently on them. Claire looked up at Dave and saw him staring hungrily at her body. Their eyes caught each others' and Claire felt the power he had over her. She felt so small and young in comparison and as Dave leaned in, she arched her neck, moving closer. Her lips opened, trembling in anticipation before she felt his touch hers. She expected him to kiss her ferociously, in triumph. Instead, the kiss was tender yet still powerful. It left her wanting more and she pushed her body against his. Her young breasts, one covered by his hand, pressed against his soft undershirt. As she writhed against him her legs opened and Dave's other hand slid down from her mound to feel the wet material of her thong over her pussy. He pushed the lace between her lips, rubbing deeper into her. Feeling his intern melt in response to his advances was the most exhilirating experience he had in a long time, and he was going to take his time enjoying it. As the lace soaked in more of her juices it offered less and less resistance to Dave's fingers. His touch found her clit and she moaned into his mouth. Her hips rocked against him, her body desperate for more. She bit his lip, overcome by the pleasure flooding through her. Dave knew he had her and wanted to prove his dominance. As Claire broke off her kiss in an ecstatic shudder, she felt his hand on her head, pushing her down toward his chest and lower. She knew what he wanted and her eyes fixated on the bulge in his trousers. A pang of regret shot through her stomach. She knew this was something an intern should never do for her boss, she knew she was better than this, she knew she was being used. She considered stopping, excusing her prior behavior with the alcohol, she wanted this to end with her remaining dignity intact. But as Dave pushed her down his body, her chest dragging over his torso then his erection, she felt the inevitability of what was coming. It was going to happen and she wasn't able to stop it. Whatsmore, she knew her body craved it, and as her fingers found their way to the buckle of his brown leather belt, she decided that she wasn't going to stop. Her fingers fumbled with the buckle, opening it and then his pants' button. Trembling, she grasped the metal pull of his zipper. As she pulled it easily gave way and she found herself staring at the tent of his red, silk boxers pushing past the opening in his dress pants. Claire was breathing hard, her chest heaving, as she looked up at her boss. As he nodded, she found herself sliding her hand under the elastic of his boxers until she wrapped her smooth hand around his erect member. The moan that emanated from him sent shivers down her spine and prodded her to begin to stroke him. Dave watched as the young, half naked, woman pleased him with her hand. It was so erotic to watch her, so out of place in an older man's bed, her firm breasts ever so slightly swaying with the motion of her hand. However, he wasn't satisfied yet. He wanted her to submit to him, to pleasure him to the point that it was unpleasant for her. Claire felt the hand that had been on the back of her head wrap itself around her hair. As he pulled her head down, she moved closer and closer to his waiting cock. Now she wanted to give him what he so obviously desired, and she briefly removed her hand from his shaft so that with both hands she could grab the waist of his pants and boxers and pull them down. As she pulled them down, his mass of black curly hair came into view. He lifted his hips and his boxers slowly revealed the base of his thick shaft. As she pulled his boxers down those last few inches, her finger tips slid along his member. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation before his cock finally sprung free. She wrapped one hand around his shaft, the other sliding along his torso, under his shirt, feeling the contours of his body. His body wasn't as toned as the college guys she was used to hooking up with but somehow she was more turned on with him than she'd been with any of those guys. The moans that emanated from him as she stroked him encouraged her. Dave lay there feeling her small hand wrapped around his cock. The sight of her body, her innocent face, so close to his cock was perfect to him. "Go on Claire, you know what I want," He encouraged her, authoritatively. He watched as she looked up at him, gave him the smallest hint of a smile before looking back down at his cock. He felt her breath on his tip as she opened her mouth for him. She felt his tip slide between her lips. It felt so wrong to let him into her mouth but the thrill was too much for her. She slid her lips down his tip and her tongue darted forward to lick the very end of his member. As his back arched and his hips bucked, she felt empowered. She was giving him what he wanted and that made her special to him. She stayed at the sensitive top of his cock, soaking it with her spit. She enjoyed pleasing men like this and she was good at it. He gently pushed on the back of her head and she eagerly lowered her mouth onto his shaft. With her tongue, she massaged the underside where the tip of his cock met the shaft. She felt his member fill her mouth sending waves of excitement through her body as she started bobbing up and down on him. Dave kept pushing on her head but she had already taken him all the way into her mouth, so she continued sucking on the first half of his cock. Dave loved watching his young intern with his cock in her mouth. She was good at sucking cock and that glint in her eyes told him she was enjoying this. However, he wanted more, and he wanted her to know that he was going to take more from her. He couldn't let her be in control for too long. He wrapped both his hands in her hair and pulled down. Claire felt he was already deep enough and tried to stay where she was. She was not expecting him to thrust himself deeper into her mouth. When he did, his cock hit the back of her throat making her choke. As she gagged, Dave pulled her lower and thrust again. She felt her throat convulsing as he kept pulling her lower and thrusting into her. She tried to push against his thighs, expecting him to let her go but he did not. She all of a sudden felt helpless again, this older man taking his pleasure from her body, her mouth, without much concern for her. Spit was dripping from her mouth over the base of his cock and her eyes were watering. She tried to pull back but felt his hand pushing her down. She looked up at him, asking for relief with her eyes, but instead Dave thrust deeper, her young body seizing in reaction. Dave kept pushing the young woman lower and she gagged with every thrust of his cock into her throat. The sounds of her choking and him moaning in pleasure filled the room. He pulled her down even harder, his cock fully into her throat now. She tried to pull herself off of him but he held her there. She squirmed, looking up at him, seeing the thrill and pleasure in his face as he watched her struggle. Business Trip Ch. 01 Finally he released her and she fell back from his cock, ghasping. She looked at him, surprised by how rough he had been. She was knealing on the bed, catching her breath, a line of drool extended from her mouth to her firm young chest. Dave just watched her, a lewd smile on his face, his cock rock hard. She no longer felt like the hot object of his desire, something that gave her at least some amount of control. Instead she felt like he was using her, that she was just a plaything for him. She didn't like the change, but she didn't know what to do. Dave sat up, and looked down into her eyes, seeing a hint of fear. He reached out with his hand to feel her breasts. Claire bit her lip, trying not to give this older man a sense of satisfaction, but when he pulled hard on her nipple she couldn't help but ghasp in simultaneous pain and pleasure. She tried to ignore the feelings but the ache they left in her pussy were overpowering. When he slid his other hand down her back, pushing her dress with it, she offered no resistance. Her dress gathered at her waist and he slid his hands over her torso, exploring every inch. Her body rocked back and forth in response to his touch, unable to stifle herself, Claire let out a breathy moan. One of his hands travelled further down, over her dress, to the bare skin above her thong. She lifted her hips up, rocking forward, her pussy aching for him. He slowly teased her, gently guiding his fingertips over the lace covering her mound. With the pressure from his hand, the thong kept threatening to slide down, exposing herself to him. However, her body was growing impatient and quickly winning out over her mind and her pride. Claire gave into temptation, reaching down and hooking her thumbs in the top of her thong. She slowly slid them down, feeling her skin come into view for her boss. She kept going until the thong was around her knees and she looked at him, waiting, feeling that she had just given in to being his slut. Dave stared at her shaved pussy, exposed to him without having to say anything. He slid a finger between her lips. Claire closed her eyes, her body almost shivering as she felt his finger part her, revealing her sensitive clit. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body, and as he pulled her toward him with his other hand she eagerly leaned into him, finding his lips for a deep, passionate kiss. Dave leaned forward, pushing his intern onto her back, her legs in the air. He grabbed her thong, pulling it down over her heels. He balled the soaking wet thong up and pushed it into her mouth. She tried to resist at first but quickly gave in to him. She had given herself to him and anything he wanted to do now she would go along with. The lace filled her mouth with the taste of her juices. She rolled her head back, arching her back, moaning at the pervesion of the situation she was in. Her boss kneeled in front of her and stripped his shirt off. He had a decent body for a man his age but not the kind of guy that Claire would normally give her body to. Yet here she was, her dress balled up around her waist, the rest of her completely naked except for her heels. Her legs were spread wide open, giving him a lewd view of her glistening slit. She stared down at his hard cock knowing it was the only thing that would satisfy her now. She reached forward, grabbing his boxers and pulling them the rest of the way down. He quickly kicked them off. She lay back, looking away, her body trembling in excitement and passion. She felt him on top of her, between her legs. Closing her eyes, she felt the hardness of his shaft sliding along her soaking wet lips. It was almost more than she could stand but she wanted more and wrapped her legs around him trying to pull him forward. Dave continued sliding his shaft along the girl's lips, lubricating his shaft with her juices. With ever stroke he slid lower and lower. Suddenly, Claire felt the tip against her opening. She lifted her hips, moaning eagerly. Looking back up at her boss, she locked eyes with him as he slowly pushed into her. She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him into her, scraping him with her nails. Dave felt the young, tight pussy open for his shaft as he slowly pushed into her. The feeling was incredible and he eagerly started to fuck her. Her moans just encouraged him as he rammed his cock deep into her. He reached up with one hand, wrapping it around her throat. Claire felt the strength of his hand and while he didn't choke her, the power of the threat was intoxicating. He leaned his head down next to hers. Sliding his hand up he pushed a finger into her mouth, past the thong waiting for her to suck on it. As he continued to fuck her, he hooked his finger around the balled up thong and pulled it out of her mouth. "Mmmm this is what you want isn't?" He said into her ear. "Oh, god yes, you feel so good in me!" Was his interns response. "You like being my dirty slut." The words rang in Claire's ears as he took his pleasure from her pussy. Words that she hated, words that she never wanted used on her, but words that perfectly described how she felt in that moment. "Yes, I'm your slut," She whispered breathlessly. "You're a slave to my cock now," he groaned into her ear. "Yes." "You're going to do anything for my cock." "Yes!" "I'm going to use your body for anything I want." "Yes! Yes!" "And you're going to cum for me." "Oh god, YES!" She screamed. He bit into her neck, below her ear. Claire's body stiffened, the fucking was too intense for her. She felt Dave's hand on her clit and it was too much. She arched her back and screamed. Lightning bolts shot through her body and converged on her pussy. The floodgates opened and she could feel herself soak the cock that was invading her. Spasm after spasm rolled through her body as she came. She looked back up at him and from the look in his eyes knew what he was about to do. He pushed his whole body down on her, his cock pounded her even harder. With a powerful grunt he sank himself all the way into her. His cock pulsed inside of her, filling her more than she thought possible and sending fresh spasms through her body as she felt him explode inside of her. His cum flooded into her, heightening her climax. Slowly she came down from her high, feeling him still on top of her. His cock was inside her, his creampie slowly leaking out. She closed her eyes, wondering to herself what had she just done. She thought about what he said to her right before they both came. She shivered nervously, they had a whole week at this conference together. What else was he going to make her do? Business Trip Ch. 01: The Teacher I wasn't really looking forward to this training trip to Chattanooga Tennessee. It was not really a great city for tourists, however, I hadn't been there before. I figured I would spend the days in my training session and then the nights in a few clubs or something. But it was the wrong time to be in Chattanooga, it was at the end of a Teacher's convention and the start of a Comic Convention. Nerds were all over the place. You know those conventions where people are dressed like aliens and comic book heroes. In addition the teachers convention had filled the room with middle aged women. The clash was interested to see. The lobby was full of space captains and heroines and the like. I tried to navigate around them to get to the front desk. I got in line and waited for a while. All I could hear is about some woman named "Celeste Wisdom." All of those nerds were talking about her coming to the conference. I finally turned to the man who looked to be thirty five behind me and asked, "Who is Celeste Wisdom?" The man looked shocked. And asked, "You don't know who Celeste Wisdom is?" Another overweight man behind him pulled out a magazine cover with a striking woman on the cover. She was breathtaking. She was wearing some kind of space suit getup that still managed to show her tight twenty-something body. Her breasts were full and her torso was trim. However her hair style looked to be from the seventies or maybe eighties. I asked the man, "You got any pictures from this century?" He glared at me and went back to his conversation. It was my turn at check in now. "May I help you?" So I told the lady my name. She looked me up and saw that I had a room on the eighteenth floor. So now I had to be around these nerds for all these floors, but I was happy to even have a room. I got to my room and tried the door, it was slightly ajar. I walked in and the room looked as though it wasn't vacated yet. I was angry that they had given me a room that was not cleaned. I shut the door and began to unpack my things when I saw that in the room was a suitcase and women's clothes in various states of disarray. I heard the door open so I walked out of the bedroom and almost into a woman that appeared to be in her fifties. She had the short hair do that didn't' quite reach her shoulders. She also had on a night dress like she was about to go on the town. Although a bit old with saggy breasts and a midsection with a little pouch, I was immediately intrigued, but I also was a little perturbed. She yelled, "What the hell are you doing in my room?" She hit me with her purse and then began to run to the door. As a black man in his forties I knew that I had better explain myself quickly or suffer the dire consequences of southern justice. "No maam, this is my room." "I have been in this room for the last three days, and you are in my room! I'm gonna call the police." "Calm down, no look here." "I showed her the check in paper that showed that I was assigned to this room." "She gave a courteous smile and said, "That's my room number." Then she smiled fully and said, "Let's clear this up." The room lit up. "My name is Gerald." I told her. She smiled and said, "My name is Dorris." I called the front desk and it appeared that they had made a mistake, Dorris was here for the teachers convention but decided to stay one more day. There was a computer glitch and now we were both assigned to the same room. But there were no other rooms for me to go to. "It appears that I am out of luck, I said. I can't get a room and this damn comic book convention is taking up all the rooms. I am probably going to have to find a room a couple hours out of town." "Well, you know if you aren't a serial killer maybe you could stay here. I mean I just have one more night." Dorris said. I smiled, "I was really hoping we could work something out." "You can use the couch and then I will be out of the room by eight tomorrow." I smiled and shook her hand and said, "You are a lifesaver." Dorris then said she was going down to the bar to get a drink. I told her that I really needed a shower and would probably relax today. She left the room and I took off my clothes and got in the shower. I had to admit that Dorris was the center of my attention in that shower. I couldn't help myself as my black manhood grew to its full glory. I began to take my shaft in the hand as I fantasized that Dorris would come in and find me and interrupt me. I thought about her smile and her long saggy breasts. I wanted to place myself at different places on her. I shook myself out of it and then finished my shower. I dried myself off, thinking that I better get myself together or something could really go wrong. I put on a towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom. I was surprised to see Dorris. She was there putting on a two piece bikini. She was twisting and turning. "OH, I uh didn't know you were coming out now." She said. "I thought you were going to get a drink." "Well the comic convention has taken it over, I thought I would go get in the bathtub jacuzzi." She pointed at the large bathtub that was in the bedroom. She had already filled it up with water. I couldn't help myself as I stared at her. "Uh, you didn't think an old woman would be putting on a swimsuit like this?" "No...I mean you look fine, I mean, I am not complaining...That sounded forward, I mean..." I babbled. She turned on the large bathtub jacuzzi and said, "I am too self conscious to wear this out so this is just our little secret." I was still gawking at her when she got in the tub. "OOOO this feels good, you really need to feel it." I smiled, "I would but I didn't bring any swim trunks." "Oh come on, put on some underwear, or not, whatever." She said. "I can tell you want to" She continued." "And how can you tell?" I asked. She pointed down and the towel was pushed aside by my erection. I dropped the towel and got into the tub. Dorris then pushed close to me and grabbed my erection with a strong force as she kissed me. Her tongue went deep into my mouth as she pulled at it. It was almost a violent jerking. I gently caressed her hair and she whispered in my ear, "No, I want you to fuck me, don't make love, fuck me." I then ripped her top off and bit into her breasts with abandon. She also bit into me. She was surprisingly agile for a fifty plus year old woman. I moved her bikini bottom to the side and strongly entered her. She signed as I began to pump her. The sensation of flowing hot water and my manhood entering her was way too much to handle. It was a good thing that I had relieved myself earlier or else I might have not been able to hold back the flowing of my climax. She reached her peak very quickly but I still forged ahead. I turned her over and since we were both in water it made it easier for me to enter her in her backside. The tight bottom constricted on my package but I continued to enter. She held herself open as I went in again and again. Time seemed to stand still. I then got out of the tub and took her out. We were both soaking wet and we were both still totally aroused. She bent over holding the tub while standing beside it. She said, "It's time to finish what you started." I decided to go back in the bum. The tightness was almost too much to bear. I pumped a few more times and yelled. "I can't hold much longer where do you want it?" "On my ass. All of it." I then pulled out and squirted my seed over her back. I was exhausted. I took my towel and wiped her back. We both got back in the tub. She came over into my arms and said, "how long before you can be ready for round two?" I laughed and said, "Give me about thirty minutes.